#blame me for everything?????? look i get it i’m hot. sure. fine. but i am not the end of the world girl😭😭😭

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

”i don’t wanna live anymore and i lost all my hope and my grades are slipping because of you” queen i feel like we’re getting way too fucking ahead of ourselves

[lailols]

Cockwarming with TXT

MDNI!

Unprotected sex, kinda dom txt x sub f!reader, breeding kink in jun’s

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Soobin

You guys are having the self-care night that you do every so often. You haven’t seen each other in a while, so you pull out all the bells and whistles. There’s music playing softly as you help each other relax and refresh so lovingly. You gave each other mani-pedis and he even helped you shave.:(

He helped apply your face mask and you crawl onto his lap to help put his on. His hands immediately crawl under your (his) shirt to rest his hands on your hips. Everything’s fine until he tightens his grip and pulls you impossibly closer to him.

“I can’t apply your face mask like this.” You giggle into his chest. “I’m also going to get face mask goo on your shirt if you don’t let me go.”

“I just want to be close to you.” He mumbles and even though you can’t see it, you know he’s pouting.

“I don’t think we can get any closer than we already are.” You place your hands on his shoulders to push yourself back a bit. His hands drift down to your butt tapping twice.

“We could….” He trails off, hoping you get the hint.

“Bin, this is self-care night! A sacred tradition that cannot be paused for sex!” You scold him playfully while repositioning yourself to finish fixing his mask.

“We don’t have to do anything! Just want to be inside you.” He tightens his hold and shifts you onto him. You can already feel him growing hard.

“You promise not to move until we finish?” You say already not believing him. “You’re sure you can handle it?”

“Oh, I can handle it alright.” He scoffs. “Can you?”

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Soobin makes quick work of sliding down your panties and opening you up for him. Slipping down his shorts and boxers and easily lifting you to position himself.

As he slides home, you both release a sigh. You close your eyes to adjust and calm yourself. Your walls flutter around him, pulling him in further, further.

“Well, I can’t not move if you’re going to attempt to milk me.”

“I’m not trying to!” You hit his shoulder. “I’m sorry I’m not immune to a monster trying to rip me apart.”

“A monster?” He smirks. “You flatter me.”

“Yeah, yeah, hush so I can finish your face mask.”

He does hush and let you finish your work. After that, you each take turns applying a lip scrub. While wiping his off, you see his lips looking so pink and pouty. You can’t help but lean in closer for a peck.

Well…. It was meant to be a peck. You’re not sure who did it, but one of you decided it was meant to be a deep kiss. Soobin makes quick work of sliding his tongue into your mouth and mapping out the already familiar space. You clench around his dick and at that point, can you really blame him for thrusting up?

You both let out moans and… well…. You know what happens next

“You liar!”

“You started it!”

“I did not! I just wanted to kiss you!”

“And what am I supposed to do? NOT fuck you after that? Be serious.”

Yeonjun

When you told Yeonjun he didn’t need to use a condom because you’ve been on the pill for a few months, you didn’t expect him to turn into an omega in heat.

You didn’t expect him to fuck you six ways to Sunday and then some. He’s put you in every position in the book and even added a few you didn’t know existed and it doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop anytime soon.

Right now he’s got you in a classic mating press and his dancer hips are putting in work. You can barely remember your own name and the only sounds leaving you are broken moans. Tears are falling from your eyes but Jun just kisses them away.

“It’s okay, baby.” He pants out. “I’m almost done, just gotta make sure it takes.”

“Huh?”

“Gotta fill you up, okay? Gotta get you pregnant.” And with that, he’s back to thrusting so hard you’re shifting on the bed. And oh, that was kinda hot? It doesn’t even make sense but he said it as if he believed it.

When he’s done (for the time being), he just flips your position and has you rest on top of him with his cock still inside. You go to pull away, but he locks his arms around your waist.

“Stay.” He says with such conviction. “We’re gonna go again in a bit.”

“Jun, I don’t even remember what day it is, what do you mean go again?”

“I already told you what the goal of today is.” Is all he says in reply, pulling you into a soft kiss.

Neither of you can stay still very long with his quickly hardening cock inside of you, so it's no surprise that you start again soon.

Beomgyu

It was originally a bet. Beomgyu wanted to test if he’d be able to focus more on the game with you warming him, and you pointed out how he can’t even handle getting under the desk support. Being the person that he is, he took this as a challenge, and that led you to now.

You’re fully naked, warming his cock while he’s only in a shirt. Headphones on, and pushed as close to the desk as possible so he can reach the keyboard with ease. It sounds like he’s doing fairly well and if it wasn’t for the way he clenched his teeth anytime he wasn’t yelling at his teammates, you’d think he was completely unaffected.

That’s all fine and good, but what about you? You’re bored. You don’t have your phone and you can’t even see the screen. You can only alternate between looking at your bed or Beomgyu’s face/neck.

Really, he can’t blame you for finding a way to entertain yourself, can he? You start small, leaning into the crook of his neck and leaving quick kisses, running your hands up his chest. His arms tighten on your sides, but he doesn’t really react outside of that.

You then move to licking and sucking lightly. Not enough to leave marks, but enough for him to feel it. Once you do that, one of his hands leaves the keyboard to mute his mic and the other finds your waist.

“Be good, and let me finish.” He says tilting his head down to make eye contact with you. “I’ll play with you after, okay baby?”

“I’m not even doing anything.” You pout up at him. “I can’t see the screen and you’re yapping my ears off.”

“Hmm.” He pouts down at you. “And whose fault is that, huh? Keep those pretty lips and hands to yourself and I’ll make it up to you after this game okay?”

“But-“ You’re cut off by one of his teammates yelling at him to move already. Beomgyu fixes you with a look, unmutes his mic, and quickly focuses on his game again.

You figure that since he doesn’t want you to touch him, you’ll just touch yourself. You lean your head back on his shoulder and slide one of your hands between your bodies to rest on your clit. You rub it softly at first and let out a sigh.

The stimulation makes you clench around Beomgyu and he tries to look at you but you don’t move. After a few seconds, he just goes back to the game. Gradually speeding up your movements, you bite your lip to keep your noise down. Your other hand rests on his other shoulder to ground yourself.

It feels, surprisingly, good. Good enough that you’re pretty sure you could come from this alone. You’re so caught up in your pleasure that you don’t realize that Beomgyu hasn’t spoken in a while, you also haven’t heard the keyboard either. The only sounds in the room are your soft sighs and the wet sounds of your pussy (if you realized, you’d probably be mortified).

Just when you’re on the edge of your release, Beomgyu grabs your waist and pulls you completely off of him.

“Why’d you do that?” You ask around a gasp.

“If I knew you’d be such a slut, I wouldn’t have asked you to warm me while I game.” Is his bored reply. “If I hadn’t left the game, everyone would’ve heard you being a needy whore.”

You promptly look away from him.

“Oh, so now you have some shame? I told you I’d make you feel good if you let me finish, but you always need to get what you want, huh?” He pushes you onto the desk and stands. “I can never be nice to you. You always have to be a little brat, huh? Where’s my good girl?

“I am good!” You protest. “I was just bored.”

Yeah, the defense sounds weak even to you.

“Yeah? Well now you’ve got my attention and you’re not gonna like it.” Beomgyu promises with a cruel smile.

Taehyun

You don’t remember who suggested you cockwarm Tae while he writes lyrics, but you think they’re very smart (that alone leads you to believe it was him, but semantics). It’s just another form of quality time between the two of you, but so much more than that at the same time.

You’re resting on your elbows scrolling on your phone while he’s being kneeling behind you (bless his body) as he works. His lyric book is quite literally on your ass so he has a space to work but it’s fine. You can totally do this all the time. If you stumble upon a really good video, you can almost forget he’s inside you completely.

Or, at least your mind can. Your body, on the other hand, cannot. Tae feels you dripping on his knees and the bed. He can feel your walls fluttering around him every so often. And really, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he just let his pretty girl suffer?

Even if you don’t know it yourself, your body is telling him that you need him. He has to do something. And really, he’s been working for nearly an hour, that’s enough time. You’ve been so good for him, it’s time to give you what you need.

He tosses his book onto the floor and pulls you up onto your knees, startling you.

“Tae-?” You can even finish until he’s leaning over to hook his head over your shoulder, reaching so so far into you.

“Shhh baby,” he says sweetly, placing a kiss on your cheek. “I’ve got you. You’ve been so good for me even though you needed me so bad. Let me make it better, hm?”

And now that he mentions it, you’re aware of just how wet everything is. How nice and heavy he feels inside you. How if he doesn’t fuck you in the next few minutes you just might die.

And fuck you he does. He has to reward his baby for waiting so patiently.

Kai

“So, we just… stay like this?” Kai asks from behind you with one of his hands hovering unsure above your naked hip.

“Yeah! And we watch the show!” You say pointing to the anime playing on the tv.

You see, you wanted to try cockwarming while watching anime. It would take a time when you and Kai relax together and make it even more relaxing!

Sadly for Kai, the absolute last thing he feels right now is relaxed. He really doesn’t want to move, but it’s just- it’s hard okay? He has his pretty girlfriend naked and pressed against him. His cock is snug between your walls and it feels good. Of course, it feels good, but it could be better, right?

It wouldn’t even just feel better for him, it would feel better for you too. He waits for a bit to gauge how you’re doing, and it seems like you’re content to remain like this for the show. Kai doesn’t think he can handle that- actually, he knows he can’t.

He starts shifting a bit. Trying to find a comfortable position, until he just decides to just thrust shallowly. It’ll be subtle, right? He could pass it off as finding a good position, right?

With that in mind, he takes a tighter grip on your hip and pulls out just the slightest bit before going back in. And fuck, even just that is leagues better than staying still. You don’t even seem to have realized.

He continues on like that and, oh, has it always been this hard to stay quiet? Maybe it’s the nature of what he’s doing, using you like this while you’re content to watch the show. Is this a kink? It definitely feels kinky. Whatever, he’ll think about it more when he isn’t trying to chase an orgasm.

On your end, you’re thanking every god you can think of that Kai needs you just as much as you need him. From the second he slid inside you, you knew you were done for. So when he started thrusting, you could’ve cried from happiness. As you feel Kai push you nearly to the edge, you grab his hand and move it down to your nub to help you along the way.

“Sorry!” His mouth says, but his body grows more brazen. Now that the facade is gone, he doesn’t have to hold back, right? He can just focus on making you feel good. And he does exactly that. Thrusting harder and rubbing your clit, to push you over the edge.

After letting you ride out your high, he pulls out and flips you onto your back. Not even hesitating to enter you again. It’s okay, you can finish the show later, he needs you. Just take it for him, okay? He’ll make you feel so, so good.

[thoughtfulfiction]

Social Media QB

Author’s note: reposting my old work on this side blog! Let me know if you’d like to read a specific one. Thank you for reading!

The reputation of the Chargers social media team was unmatched. They are known for being funny and up to date on all memes and pop culture references while also showcasing players’ personalities. That alone made you apply and this past year on the job had really been a once in a lifetime experience. Working with Megan and the crew was a daily adventure and you were becoming more and more comfortable calling the guys your friends. It even got to a point where you didn’t even call them by their names anymore.

Quentin was usually just “Q.” JK was always “J’Kaylin”, Derwin was “3” and your favorite nickname was definitely calling Justin “Sunshine.” At first it was a Remember the Titans reference but it became a lifestyle. Everything and everyone revolves around the sun and that’s exactly what it felt like when you were at work. All of the players were important and special but you could just feel the energy in the room shift when Justin was there. It was palpable, it almost took your breath away sometimes.

Off camera he was goofy, funny and had this uncanny ability to make the world stand still for a bit, even just for a few fleeting moments where it felt like you two were the only ones in the room. But then reality would hit and you were reminded that you work for the team and he’d never see you in that way, he was just nice to everyone he encountered. But on camera? It was all fun and games. There was a running joke, mostly based on his real feelings, that Justin hated cameras. He couldn’t stand being the center of attention or having people perceive him so he avoided the social media team altogether when phones were pointed in his direction. 

But sometimes, a rarity, you were able to get him on camera, even if it was just for a split second. The two of you reviewed the questions he was going to be asked before their Hot Ones appearance and there was ALWAYS a discussion, more like subtle begging if you all were going to have him participate in any content.

“We need Justin for this new segment we’re doing, so you’re gonna have to talk to him.” Megan sighs, grabbing her Stanley cup that was sitting on the counter. She’d just finished editing a video where she and her assistant put fart spray on the tiny mic and could still smell the rancid scent until she grabbed some Lysol spray to de-funk the place.

You were going through photos taken during practice earlier that morning and deciding which ones to post and without looking up you asked her, “why do I have to do it?”

Lorren and Allie giggle in the corner, shaking their heads. “You cannot be serious right now y/n,” Lorren gives you a pointed look.

“What?”

“We all know you and Justin have a thing for each other. Even if you won’t admit to us…or yourself. It’s pretty obvious.”

You finally raise your head up from your laptop, staring at them while also wracking your brain trying to figure out when your innocent crush had become so painfully obvious. If the girls knew, then Justin had probably somehow caught on and the thought of that made you want to dig a hole right outside on the practice field and never come out. “Is—am I that easy to read?”

“No one blames you,” Megan runs a loving hand on your shoulder. “And I’m sure you’ve been trying so hard to hide your feelings that you haven’t noticed that he’s doing an even worse job of hiding his massive crush on you.”

The look on your face sends the room into a fit of laughter. “We’re being serious. The way he looks at you and acts around you. Anyone can see he’s into you friend.”

You weren’t convinced, “I need an example.”

“Okay fine,” Lorren stands up to prepare a demonstration. “He wasn’t ready to put the mics on when he was mic’d up until you walked over and helped him get the mic in the perfect spot in his pads. And then he wore the friendship bracelet for six weeks because you handed it to him.”

Allie pipes up to put in her two cents. “And let’s not forget when he had you driving him around the golf tournament and kicked Zion to the curb. There’s no way all of those are just a coincidence.”

“Fine. I’ll go ask him if he’ll shoot the video for us but I’m not going to lose my job because of a meaningless crush on the starting quarterback.”

You waited around for the guys to leave treatment after practice and caught up with him on his way out. “Hey Sunshine, quick question for you.”

His cheeks turn a light shade of pink and he gives you a small tight-lipped smile. “What’s up?”

“I need you to do me a huge favor and be in this tik tok. It’s a short game and it’ll only take like 15 minutes.”

His deadpan face and disappointed dad sigh has you practically begging, saying “please” in your finest sing-song tone.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” You knew he’d crack, he always did. “On one condition. You also have to participate.”

You hold your hand out and he engulfs it with his much larger one. “You’ve got yourself a deal Herbert.”

“Okay the rules of the game are simple,” Megan begins from behind her phone screen before hitting record, “we’re going to give you these Canadian snacks and you’ll rate them on a scale from 1 to 10. One being it’s awful I’ll never touch that again and 10 being a solid snack that you’d eat everyday if given the opportunity.”

You and Justin nod, diving in on everything from the ketchup chips to the toffee. The video didn’t take long as promised and the quarterback went about the rest of his day with no further distractions.

In your office a few days later on the team’s off day, you were contemplating your life. Maybe you should take a step back from him so people don't get the wrong idea. Sure, your coworkers were convinced the crush was mutual but what if he was just being nice? He was always so focused on football and making the most out of every opportunity. Why in the world would he waste time flirting with a social media manager? It just made no sense. Instead of continuing to run a million imaginary scenarios in your mind you packed up your stuff and tried heading out to the parking lot. Even after all this time you still struggled to maneuver all the twists and turns of the building and somehow found yourself walking past the quarterback room. You intended to just keep walking but he was in there alone and called out your name when he saw you.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t think anyone would be in the building today.” His bright eyes staring down at you made your heart feel like it was beating out of your chest. You desperately needed to get it together.

“I came in to finish up a few things but I’m heading out now. What are you doing? I think you’ve watched enough film to last you a couple lifetimes.” That gets a light chuckle out of him and he shakes his head, the two of you knowing that his quest for perfection would never allow him to believe he’s watched enough film. “Thank you for shooting that video the other day. The fans are gonna love it, they’re always begging us to get you on camera.”

“No problem, anything for you.” He clears his throat after whispering the last part, desperately hoping that you didn’t hear it. Even though you definitely did. You should go home for the day and leave him alone in the office so he can get back to work. You should stop staring at his lips that look so soft and just begging to be kissed. He should turn around and get back to the playbook and the computer but here he is, standing still, right in front of you.

You’re just there, waiting for someone to rip the carpet out from under you, to fall on your face, for someone to tell you that this isn’t actually happening. The space between your bodies diminishes significantly, so much so that you can smell the Dr. Squatch Birchwood Breeze radiating off of him. It’s intoxicating and you swallow the fear in your gut and ignore all of the common sense thoughts plaguing your mind, allowing you to feel.

The kiss is tentative at first, he pulls back slightly, whispering if it’s okay to keep going as you feel his breath against your lips. You don’t respond but instead pull him in closer, hearing a satisfied husky moan from him as he allows your tongue access to his. His right palm rests against your cheek until he’s tilting your head up ever so slightly to deepen the embrace and he pulls you in even closer, holding on for dear life while closing and locking the door behind you. It was so much more than he imagined, these feelings that he’d been pushing aside were being confronted and magnified by the second. This innocent crush that you had on him were genuine, real feelings that created a deep ache in your bones, actively being soothed with his hands all over you as the two of you made out like helpless teenagers.

You didn’t think you’d have the strength to tear yourself away from him…until his phone rings. He ignores it the first time but it’s all you can think about by the fifth ring.

“Answer it,” you whisper breathlessly and you can feel him hesitating to pry himself away from you. The heat that was radiating off of his body that you felt being so close to him sends shivers down your spine at the sudden distance. A thousand unspoken apologies are painted on his face as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He keeps the call short and sweet but the look of devastation is clear when he hangs up. “You have to go don’t you?”

He nods. “I’m so sorry. We can—we need to talk about this I know. And I promise we will. I just—I need to take care of this.” He doesn’t want to leave, not like this. Even if he knows you understand. Justin presses a kiss to the side of your head and whispers another “I’m sorry” leaving you in the room to think about what just happened.

You walk around the empty parking lot until you reach your car, letting out a deep sigh at the thought of what the conversation with him is going to look like after this. You need to be mentally prepared for good news, bad news and everything in between.

He is the sun after all. And sometimes when you stand too close, you might get burned. And maybe, just maybe, you’d avoid the burn altogether and bask in the warmth as long as you can.

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Seven

Steve squints at him, “like, right now? Right this second, you can hear Billy, he’s like, in your head?”

Do you think he’s finally getting it? We’ve been over this like, forty times.

“Yeah. Right now. He’s here.”

“Do you...are you having any urges to hit me over the head with a plate?”

Yes.

“No.”

“Right...and...does anyone else know?”

“Yeah, we told Max, and the little super hero just knew.”

Steve smiles, “right, of course she did.”

Finally.

It’s a lot for anyone to take in, alright? We’ve had ages to get used to it. Give him a minute.

“That’s...you’re talking to him, aren't you? I knew something was up, you get this like, cross eyed look on your face. You’re talking, inside your head?”

“Yeah.”

“I...oh. Can you tell him I’m...I’m really sorry about. Everything. The Mindflayer. I know it wasn’t him in control you know, I don’t blame him for anything,” Steve winces, “shit, he got hit by his own car. Fuck. I’m real sorry, can you tell him-”

“He can hear you. Don’t worry.”

“Right. Okay. Well, I’m sorry.”

I can’t believe he ever had me fooled. King Steve. Pffft what a joke.

Eddie snorts a laugh, “sorry he’s just-”

“Making fun of me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, kind of, sorry.”

I’m not sorry.

They sit quiet for a second, “so you, uhm, you were going to leave because of Billy, right?”

“It’s. I guess it’s a little complicated.”

“Yeah. I can’t imagine Billy Hargrove is interested in watching us mack on each other.”

Don’t you dare.

Eddie sighs, so what can I tell him?

There’s nothing to tell, you bailed, not me.

Because you looked upset.

So? I’m not running the show any more, am I? It’s your life Munson, you should do whatever the fuck you like.

Not if it makes you upset.

“I’ll just...leave you guys to talk?”

Look, it doesn’t fucking matter, alright, you should just...have your happy ever after, or whatever the fuck it is you want.

Steve knows you’re there now...we could. Work something out? Maybe? The three of us?

Billy scoffs. As Steve walks by, Eddie grabs his hand, “just...sit with us a minute, I’m trying to work this out.” Can I at least tell him you like guys? So he knows it’s not that? That that isn’t your problem, I mean?

Fine.

“Billy likes guys and girls, he doesn’t care that we’re both guys.”

“Oh. Oh, that’s...good?”

I should have stayed. The bats were better company than this.

“Yeah, Steve, that’s good.”

They sit in silence for another few seconds.

“I mean, I like you Eddie, and I still want too,” he gestures vaguely, “but I get if it’s weird, you know? And you don’t...want to. Or...I would get it if Billy doesn’t want to? I figured he never really liked me, so I’d understand.”

Billy is suspiciously very silent.

“Why do you think he doesn’t like you?” Don’t you like him?

“Well he was always just...a bit of a prick, really.”

“He’s always a bit of a prick, it’s how he shows affection,” it’s a complete joke, Eddie doesn’t mean it at all, but the moment it’s out of his mouth he’s hit with a realization. Do you like Steve?

Shut up.

“Oh...he’s...I think he was mean to you because he liked you?”

Steve frowns, “what, like pulling my hair and running away? Did he...did he say that?”

“No. He’s being real quiet, and he’s never really quiet so that makes me think I’m right-” Oh my god. Yes. Fine. Happy now? “- I am right. Steve and Billy, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G-”

Billy sighs, real loud, really put upon. Steve blushes and looks at where Eddie is still holding his fingers.

“So...Billy likes you, and I like you, so are you still game for, you know, giving this thing a try?”

“Only if you’re both...sure?”

“I’m sure. Billy?”

Look, this isn’t up to me, you guys should just-

Eddie sighs, “Billy, come on.”

I- I mean I’m not exactly going to say no, am I? You’re hot. Harrington’s hot. I guess you’re both...okay.

Eddie grins, “you think I’m hot.”

Shut up.

“That’s so weird, you guys are...talking.”

“I can see him sometimes too, when I look in a mirror, he’s there with me. And I could,” Eddie feels himself blush, then fiddles with Steve’s fingers for a distraction, “I could feel it, when he touched me, but we haven't like- that’s only happened once, and it was kind of tingly. I couldn’t tell if it was like, in my head because I could see it or...you know? We haven't worked it out. Might just be my brain playing tricks.”

Steve thinks for a second, frowning, “the mirror in my en suite is a pretty decent size, you want to try?”

“Sure? Billy?”

Fine, whatever, Eddie can almost feel him rolling his eyes.

“Yeah,” Eddie relays.

Steve grins, “cool.”

When Steve leans forward and kisses him, Eddie’s sure he hears Billy rumble a pleased sound.

[tkachukz]

Grinning Like a Devil - Matthew Tkachuk

summarry:  When you get drunk and confess your feelings to your best friend -Cruel Summer Taylor Swift

words: 1,2 K

The tequila burned in your throat and your brain was pulsing in time with the music.

The bar was packed, and the neon lights made it even more energizing. You and your friends wore pink feathers, while the birthday girl wore white. Hailey handed out sparkling crowns to all of you and you felt like queens of the party.

When you escape the dance floor for a few seconds, your phone announces a new photo posted by Matthew, your best friend who you were madly in love with but were too scared to talk about it.

A sigh escaped your mouth and Hailey looked over her shoulder.

“How much longer are you going to hide that you like him?” her voice cracked.

“I need more tequila.”

*

 After midnight, Matthew had just arrived from his trip.

With his curls still wet from the shower and a towel around his neck, he walked around the apartment, heating up leftover food and looking for a movie to watch.

The knock on the door was erratic and he raised his eyebrows considering the time.

When he opened the door, he saw you, with a sparkling crown tangled in your hair, a pink feather and a pout.

“Yn!? Shit what happened?"

You hugged him without saying anything, feeling your eyes burning and your head spinning.

"What happened?" Matthew's voice was almost desperate.

“I’m fine”  but it wasn’t true.

"Are you hurt?" you shook your head negatively “drunk?” positively.

Matthew hug you and pulled you into the apartment, closing the door behind you.

You remained in his arms for long minutes, he caressed your back and arms. You lifted your head to look at him, your eyes teary.

“Oh dear, please tell me what made you cry. Or who” his eyes exuded concern.

“It’s just that you are so perfect!” your voice was choked with weeping and drunkenness.

Matthew couldn't hold back a smile, following you closely as you walked towards the sofa, walking almost in a zigzag.

"What did you drink?"

“Tequila”.

“Oh, I can see”.

Upon reaching the couch, you turned to Matthew, putting your hands on your hips, staring at him for a few moments.

"What?"

"You are annoying"

“How did I go from perfect to annoying in seconds??” he pretended to be offended and you huffed.

“Arg. You are annoying for being perfect!”

“Got it” he put his hands in his pockets, watching you carefully.

You started pacing back and forth, swinging the pink feather.

“I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you!! You're nice, fun, handsome, caring...and hot, wow, you're hot” you gestured and spoke quickly “and I'm a mess!”

“You're not a mess” his voice was calm, he leaned in a little closer with a small smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Of course I am!! Everything I touch I ruin! I'm the blame for the endings of my relationships, I wasn't good enough for them, everyone I approach goes wrong!"

"Please don't blame yourself for these assholes."

“Everything goes wrong, and I don't want it to go wrong with you” you approached breaking down in tears “I don't want it to go wrong because I love you and you're my best friend... and... I don't want to lose you and i don't want you to walk out of my life and i don't want you to get hurt because i'm a mess and ahhh”.

The words came out slurred and mumbled as a drunken child's cry echoed.

With a heavy sigh, you threw your head forward, landing your forehead on Matt's chest.

He didn't take long to hug you, comforting you with a kiss on the head.

"So... does that mean you love me?" he had a goofy smile on his face.

“Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard??” you screamed.

He looks up, grinning like a devil.

“That's not even remotely a bad thing” plus a kiss on your forehead “come on, I'll take care of you”.

He helped you get the shine out of your hair and ran a hot tub, kept his ear up to the bathroom door to make sure you were okay while still giving you privacy, and put together the smallest pair of pants and a sweatshirt .

You threw yourself on the bed, smelling Matt on the clothes that warmed your body, you fell asleep in half a second.

*

The headache kicked in as soon as your eyes opened.

You staggered a little way into the kitchen, where your friend Matthew had his back turned, in pajama bottoms and shirtless, cooking something.

“Good morning” a murmur came out of your mouth and you sat down, resting your elbows on the table and leaning your head in your hands.

“Good morning sunshine” Matthew had a bright smile as he approached you, with a tender kiss on the head.

Your heart sped up and you tried to pull from the memory of last night, which was a blur.

"How did I get here?"

He laughed "to be honest I have no idea how you got here".

“Argh, I just remember to be drunk in the back of the car” flashes started to invade your mind “I had a crown didn't I?”

“It's on the chair, next to the pink feather” he pointed, bringing you a cup of coffee “it's good for a hangover”.

You drink a generous gulp “my eye is swollen, did I cry?”

Matthew bit his lips holding back a smile “maybe a little” he approached, looking at you in a different way.

"I know my hair is ugly, don't face it".

He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, running his fingers gently from your cheek to the chin, holding it gently.

“What are the chances you were serious about that yesterday?” his eyes were hopeful, desperate for the answer.

You remembered. 

Not exactly, but you knew very well that the reason you went there was to take advantage of the moment of alteration to finally get everything you felt for Matthew out.

“I love you” the words came out as a whisper, and he smiled, the most beautiful smile you've ever seen, and pulled you into a gentle kiss, caressing your cheek.

“I don't remember you responding to my statement yesterday,” you said, playing with the little curls that fell in front of his face.

“I love you” he said, placing small kisses on the tip of her nose, cheek and forehead “do you accept my declaration or do I need to cry and scream? I can do that if you want.”

You laughed feeling your cheeks flush and butterflies in your stomach “my head hurts so much can you hold off the scream?”

He chuckled, bringing you closer, you laying your head on his neck.

“Alright” he whispered “no rules in breakable heaven”

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Talking about doll!Rook, beastmen wearing jockstraps and twst boys having erectile dysfunction…

Anonymous asked:

oh dear god that rook doll is creeping me out

Awww, come on, look, he is so friendly and so snuggly! <3 I’m sure if you spend a little time in the same room with him, you’ll get along just fine.

Anonymous asked:

Wow! How terrible! Très bien! Incredible!

Sensing mixed signals here, Anon..!

But it’s okay, if this doll is good at anything, it’s creating strong and conflicting emotions.

Anonymous asked:

Fucking abomanation of a doll

But tbh Epel seems like the kind of kid who had one of those older relatives who had a bunch of dolls and puppets just standing around

I’m giggling so hard at all the reactions to that doll LOL Rook’s pjs makes him look like such a perfect Christmas ornament! Or just a regular ol’ creepy doll…

Also good point; Epel did say that he used to get tons of plushies from everyone around since he is the only kid his age in the village. So if any of his relatives had any creepy dolls lying around, Epel absolutely inherited those… Maybe he shouldn’t be so terrified of doll!Rook after all 🤔

Anonymous asked:

Do you think some characters with tails wear jockstraps and some just have a tail hole in their underwear? Who do you think does what?

I went and read through our underwear hc post again only to realise that the only two people that I named as jockstrap wearers are Rook and Vargas…. Wow…

But you’re right, jockstraps could be a nice option for those who have tails! I think Leona and Jack could wear those, even though Jack would be kind of embarrassed about it at first. But then he’d get used to it… Ruggie doesn’t really like jockstraps, but maybe it’s because they don’t sit on his bony ass right lol

Hmm, Che’nya has a lot of different kinds of undies, but he would also wear jockstraps every once in a while. Fellow and Gidel wear regular underwear though, and sometimes they have to add the tail hole themselves…

Anonymous asked:

do you think there have ever been instances where someone couldn't get it up? was it embarassing, awkward, annoying? have any of them ever taken viagra or something similar?

Abso-fucking-lutely, Anon…

It definitely happened to Ace at least once because he just got too nervous, and unfortunately Ace’s wishes are in conflict with his dick wishes a lot of times: it gets hard when it’s not appropriate, finishes too fast when Ace wants to last longer, and stays sad and limpy when Ace wants it to perform well. It’s one of those things that will get better over time as he gets older, but in Ace’s mind this is one of the biggest problems in the world, and he is dumb enough to overdo it with a Viagra-like potion. He is that one guy that could get himself in trouble in either a sexy (oh no Ace has to have sex until he passes out or his dick won’t stop being hard!) or stupid (wow this idiot drank too much potion and all his blood went down there and now he fainted and broke his nose) kind of way.

Cater could also have this issue, but mostly because he tries to force himself to get into it, “fake it till you make it” kind of thing, but if he is really out of it, so no matter how hard he acts like everything is all hot and sexy, his body won’t play along. And sometimes he just randomly gets limp because he thought of something very un-sexy and couldn’t get the image out of his head. Ahh, what is this curse!!

Azul’s thing malfunctions sometimes… It’s not like it’s a huge problem usually because he isn’t very sexually active, and it’s difficult to say why it is (a side effect of the transformation potion?), but if it happens even once, it’s probably going to wound his ego forever. He’ll instantly blame the whole “human penis” thing and turn into an octopus in the bedroom, disregarding the fact that as an octopus he is too huge to fit in there lol

Jade and Floyd both, but with them it’s not like it’s this embarrassing thing, it’s more of a “wow I am bored, see?” If they are not into it and aren’t entertained enough, they won’t be able to get their things hard and ready, even direct stimulation probably won’t help in this situation. They won’t be embarrassed, annoyed – yes, but with the situation itself being boring, and not with their own malfunction. The fact that their dicks are huge and need a lot of bloodflow to get hard in the first place, it’s probably not that surprising, but with how rock hard they get when they’re very into it, one might not expect that from them…

Kalim… sometimes… can’t even explain this one, he just seems like someone who would go “oops, haha…” and get kind of embarrassed about it, but it’d still be Jamil’s problem to solve because he can’t have the Asim’s son getting all limp like that. Fortunately, Jamil works better than Viagra, and he should keep that in mind for the future, when Kalim is inevitably going to have problems impregnating his future wives.

Lilia never had those problems in the past (despite his size…), but he does have problems getting his thing up every now and then these days. He kind of gets embarrassed by it, but still has this attitude of “well, that’s getting old for you”. He would take Viagra at least once though just to see if it would feel any different from how he always is. And similarly to Ace, he would take too big of a dose!

You know what, I clowned Ace (and Lilia) for drinking too much love potion to fix their little issue, but I think everyone in this could do it, all for different reasons lol  

[agentpheoness]

The Mask of Mirage (Part 1)

”Okay fine, Pheonix! I admit it!”

Pheoness exclaims, tugging on the sheets of the trailer’s pull up couch nervously. Pheonix raises an eyebrow mischievously. He knows what he talks about, but he’s waited too long not to poke a little fun at her. “I’m sorry. What are you admitting?” He feigned innocence “PHEONIX!” She muttered, her face getting hot. “I…might like Reginald…m-more than platonically….” Pheonix smirked “Please speak up. I can’t hear you!” “ OH MY GOODNESS PHEONIX! I. LIKE. REGINALD!” She admits, covering her mouth in shock when she realizes her volume. Pheonix bursts out laughing, the sound adorable and sweet with an hint of sneakiness. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” Pheonix takes a seat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder “Soooooo when am I gonna plan the wedding?” “WEDDING WHA- PHEONIX! WE’RE PROBABLY NOT EVEN GONNA DATE! Remember, agency rules and all….” Pheonix shrugs “Girl, we have almost burned HQ down multiple times. When have we ever listened to the rules?” “No, Pheonix. You don’t understand…” She stands up, pacing back and forth while rubbing her temples. “When we’re doing our chaotic stunts, management can only blame US. If….my relationship with him is anything more than platonic, it could get him in trouble and probably even fired. I know he loves his job, so I’m not going to interrupt that because of some…stupid emotions.” She put on a fake smile, trying to change the subject “Let’s just get the briefcase to HQ, I’ll drive.” “Awh, no fair! You drove last time!” He pouted “Well, I don’t trust you driving! You were 70 miles over the speed limit and laughing like a maniac while you did so!” Pheonix mumbles in frustration from the back seat as Pheoness starts the car.

The van suddenly got darker, even in the front seat. “Pheonix, what did I tell you about playing with the lights?!” But all that responded was a strangled series of coughs from him and a weak “-Pheoness…”. This…wasn’t the lights. She didn’t realize her lungs were filling with smoke. She too starts coughing uncontrollably, trying to find the source of the smoke. It was no use, the smoke was so thick, burning her eyes so she couldn’t even see a foot in front of her. Her leg makes contact with an unknown object, making her body slam in the floor and her chin hitting what she thinks was a table. She couldn’t tell if it was from the smoke or the fall that made her vision go black.

The next thing she remembered, she’s in her old office. Each wall and crevice was so familiar, even the desk, which was piled with delicious food and wine. She tried calling out to Pheonix, but there was no response, not even on her earpiece. Thank goodness Reginald was connected “Oh, agent. You’re awake!” She heard his voice through the earpiece “Reginald, what happened?! There was a bunch of smoke and-“ “Oh, agent. Everything’s fine. You and Pheonix got the briefcase here and that’s all that matters…” She looks at the food, desperately wanting to eat it, but has trust issues when it comes to food due to the chocolate cake incident. She carefully took a sip of the wine, making completely sure it wasn’t poison before chugging it. Honestly, she really needed that right now. Despite everything, nothing explains what happened in the van and it didn’t sit right with her. She looked through some of the drawers, realizing one that couldn’t open “Oh, no. That’s not important, agent.” She raised an eyebrow “Reggie, it’s MY desk. Are you feeling okay?” “Perfectly fine. Why?” Pheoness sighs “There’s something off about you, if something’s wrong you can tell me, you know that, right-?” Pheoness says but was rudely interrupted by Reginald “Yes, yes, I know agent.” He scoffs in an annoyed tone. Now, she knew something was up. Reginald wouldn’t cut her off even if he was pissed. She opens the drawer with a knife that was on the table. In it was a clipboard and a lighter. The clipboard, written in neat red ink, is a checklist, talking about a stage set. “Reginald, how did I get here..?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the clipboard. “The smoke grenade wasn’t filled of poison gas so I was able to get you two to the agency.” Her eyes widened as an eerie silence filled the air.

“I didn’t mention a smoke grenade.”

She uses her telekinesis to move the once sturdy agency logo on her wall, but now, it was flimsily made of cardboard. “You’re not telling me something..?” She growls, hiding her overwhelming anxiety. What’s wrong with the man she cared for and loved? Did they kidnap him? Torture him to do this? She couldn’t imagine Reginald being like this………unless……this wasn’t Reginald. Her muscles tensed in anger at the realization. This safety and security was all just a mere mirage. She grips the lighter tightly, lighting anything she could on fire. To her surprise, there was a camera pointing at her where the agency logo was. Instead of Reginald being shocked or dumbfounded, his voice sounded smug

“Looks like someone’s connecting the dots.”

“And cut! That. Was. Perfect.” Before she knew it, a cage of deadly lasers prevented her escape. “Don’t get any ideas, agent. You’re not going anywhere.” Reginald’s voice started distorted, mutating into another familiar voice. The one and only John Juniper. The walls of the room started to separate, revealing she was in the middle of a theatrical set. Pheonix was also bound by a laser cage next to her. In a panel above her was the cocky actor, who was wearing the mimic mask. He was staring down at her intently as if she was a mere cockroach. “Hey, agents. Not a bad impression of your handler, huh? There’s a reason I won all of those awards.” Pheonix stifles a giggle “What awards? Most likely to have a temper tantrum?” Even through they were in a terrible situation, they still laughed at Juniper, the person who literally holding them hostage. “How dare! I do not have temper tantrums!” He retorted “The little party we crashed proved otherwise…” Pheoness snickers “SHUT UP! Oh, and for your information Pheeeoness..” he snarled, emphasizing the e in her name. “I did not mean to flirt with you at the party.” He shuddered at the word ‘flirt’ “Ew, that’s the one time other than the yacht incident that I regret being drunk. You got lucky your little boyfriend was there to save you. This time, you don’t have that privilege” Her heart sank at the mention of Reginald “Where is he? HE BETTER BE OKAY!” His tone went back to his familiar smugness “Don’t worry, cupcake. All you need to know is that he’s at OUR will now…..You know, I never got to do a classic villain monologue. And what do I have, but a captive audience!” He then rants about how he joined Zoraxis for the role of a lifetime and his whole typical villain arc. Pheoness loves it when Reginald and Pheonix rants to her, but Juniper doing it gave her the opposite feeling. She tried to use her telekinesis to take a fork to poke his eye, but he the panel he was in was surrounded in glass. He was still pissed at her for trying, though. “I see…you just wanna skip to the part where you die! Well, fine!”

“Lights, camera, aaaaand ACTION!”

[fruit-of-infidelity]

♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Heaven 01 ♱

⌜ Scene: Living Room ⌟

Yui: U-Uhm, Ryuuto-san?

I really don’t know about this…

( I can’t look anywhere but at my feet. If I do, I’m afraid I might… )

Ryuuto: How on earth do you expect to get any better at painting if you don’t practise?

What’s more… You should be grateful that I’m to be your muse tonight.

Yui: E-Even so, why do you have to be, you know…

Ryuuto: Naked?

Yui: ( D-Don’t say it so casually! )

( There’s no way he can expect me to paint seriously when he’s like this, right!? )

A-Aren’t you embarrassed, doing this…?

Ryuuto: Art is nothing to be embarrassed about.

If you don’t have a proper model for you to learn your anatomy from, you won’t be able to understand nearly as much as you should.

For example…

ー Ryuuto shifts to show some of his body off. ー

Notice how this muscle on the upper thigh here is far more prominent when I flex and turn this way? What’s more…

If I were to roll my hips forward, like this, itーー

Yui: ーーPlease, Ryuuto-san, at least cover your more private places!

Ryuuto: …Fufu, what a reaction.

If you cannot focus on this as merely art, you have no one else to blame but yourself. It’s your lewd mind, after all, that’s hindering you.

Yui: Lewd mind…!? It’s not that!

Ryuuto: Then, look at me, Pet. 

Yui: I-I…

( If I look, I might see a little too much! )

Ryuuto: Look.

━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━

　　❈  Look at him

Yui: ( Okay, Yui. If you keep your eyes straight ahead, on his… Everything should be fine. )

… …

Ryuuto: Very good. That wasn’t so difficult, was it?

Yui: ( E-Even out of my peripheral vision, I’m seeing more than I want! )

( Th-There’s no way I can keep this up! )

Uu… I can’t!

　　❈  Cover your eyes

Yui: ( Th-That’s… There’s just no way! )

I-I’m sorry, I can’t do that! Not while you’re totally naked!

Ryuuto: Fufu, so you’ve resorted to covering your eyes?

Yui: This way, I-I don’t have to worry about seeing too much!

( You could make this so much easier i-if you just covered yourself! )

━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━

Ryuuto: Goodness me, Pet… You’re acting incredibly shy. You were far less bashful in the bedroom, last I remember.

What’s come over you all of a sudden?

Yui: Don’t b-bring that up here and now!

Ryuuto: All I am suggesting is that perhaps we ought to continue these paint lessons later tonight. Would you be far more confident, then?

Especially if you also stripped down, for our lessons.

Yui: R-Ryuuto-san…!

Ryuuto: I suppose that’s a “no”, then?

ー Ryuuto stands up from the couch. ー

In that case… Perhaps this ought to make it easier.

ー He comes closer. ー

Yui: ( I can hear him coming closer and closer… )

Wh-What are you doing?

Ryuuto: Try not to sound so suspicious of me. You don’t truly think I would do anything too rash, after all, do you?

Yui: If you say it with that tone, I don’t know if I can be so sure…

( I can feel him standing right in front of me… Oh dear, I’m feeling so hot! )

Ryuuto: If you aren’t to use your eyes… then use your hands, instead.

ー He grasps one of her hands. ー

Yui: What do you mean by that…!?

Ryuuto: Mm… I’ll direct you.

With these warm hands, can you feel myーー

Yui: …!!

( Something… hard, curved… )

( Wh-Where on earth am I touching!? )

ー She pulls away quickly. ー

Th-There’s no way I’m letting you lead me on touching your body like this!

ー There’s some rustling. ー

Ryuuto: Hmm… A-ha.

ー He finally returns to the couch. ー

That should do.

Look at me again, Pet. There should be little to complain about now.

Yui: …Alright, here goes nothing.

…!!

ー He is now covered from the waist down. ー

Ryuuto: Perhaps I threw you a little too far into the deep end.

For now, for us to lay down the foundation of the male figure, I’ll keep myself covered. We’ll simply work our way up from there.

Yui: Phew… That’s better…!

( Even if it’s only the bottom half of him covered with a towel like this, I feel like I’ll be able to pay attention much better now! )

( Saying it like that though, makes me sound like a pervert…! )

W-Wait a moment…! “Work our way up”?

O-One way or another, you’re saying you’ll still end up completely bare!?

Ryuuto: Precisely.

Now, where was I, regarding the male figure?

Yui: ( There’s just no getting out of this, is there? )

( Soon enough, I’m going to see Ryuuto-san completely naked when we have these sessions! As my model, of all things... )

( Uu… My cheeks won’t stop burning at the thought! )

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

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[sweetmusingss]

Oscar sighed softly when hearing what Lando said, hating that this was even a discussion at all. It wasn’t going to work out. The two of you were barely even speaking to each other lately. How on Earth were you supposed to live under the same roof? “It’s just not a good idea.. She’s messy and loud and she’s never going to agree to do chores around here, you know. She leaves her stuff literally everywhere,” he said. It was just the first thing that he could think of. Truthfully, he didn’t have many excuses for why the two of you shouldn’t live together without looking too deep into it. Sophie didn’t want her around and Oscar had to respect her wishes. He might feel weird if she was living with a guy so he couldn’t really blame her. “She’s a grown woman. She will find something that suits her just fine,” he said, it being the most detached that he had ever sounded when it came to you. He had to pretend to act that way though to make this whole thing easier. Deep down, he missed you but he had to try and come up with reasons that he shouldn’t miss you like how messy you were.

I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of Oscar’s mouth. I wanted to believe that I was dreaming, having a proper stress dream, but I knew I wasn’t. Oscar did not like me anymore. Everything that he once found endearing, or said he found endearing, was annoying to him now. I couldn’t take it anymore. This was the last thing I needed to push me over the edge, all my anger and sadness bubbling to the surface as I grab my keys and let myself into their apartment, all of us having copies. “You know, if you want to talk shit about your neighbor, you might want to make sure she’s not in the damn hallway.” I was glaring at Oscar, but there was also such obvious sadness in my eyes. “I’ms sorry that I’ve been such a bother to you. I’m sorry that you’ve had to put up with my messiness and my loudness for so long. I’m sorry that I’m such a horrible, lazy, messy, loud, bad person that you don’t even want to live with me... I never thought you of all people would say those things about me and force me to find somewhere else. You know the expenses that the bakery has on me, you know how expensive this city is, but I’ll be fine, right?” My voice was shaking with anger, my hands shaking as I stare at him.

__

“I mean, I wasn’t really looking for anything, just so you know. I didn’t come to the race trying to score with you. It just so happened to work out that way,” I laugh softly, not wanting you to think I wasn’t genuine with my feelings for you. “All that is definitely a perk but I also think you’re super kind and funny and warm and smart. You just so happen to check all my boxes,” I say, rambling a bit. “I didn’t think I would be getting into a relationship any time soon but I am still a hopeless romantic at heart. And when the right opportunity presents itself, who am I to completely ignore it? This just feels right to me,” I say, smiling softly at you as I reached out and took your hand in mine. “I know it won’t be easy but easy is overrated. You should know that better than anyone,” I squeeze your hand gently. I was looking to find someone that I could settle down and share a life with and I had a good feeling about you.

“I kinda wish you were looking for me that day... kinda hot to be someone’s fantasy. I’m the kind of guy who would want that... being successful is kinda a kink, I think.” Max laughs, not sure why he was sharing that with you, but he just felt able to. He didn’t feel like he had to be someone he wasn’t with you, which he didn’t really do anyways, but sometimes girls found his bluntness to be too much. “I think deep down I am one too. Not like Charles, who cries at The Notebook and Titanic, but in some way. I just wanted to meet someone I clicked with immediately, somebody who understands me and lets me be me. I can be a bit of a handful, you will see. But you already seem to understand me better than anyone else who isn’t my race engineer or team principal.” He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing it softly. Max knew he was a lot. When he was angry, he was angry. When he was down, he was down. It took a lot for someone to coax him out of his bad moods and he hoped that you didn’t have to see him like that for a long time, but with the stress of racing and the other drivers slowly getting better and better, he knew his mood could switch quickly.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#316

“Yup this is the one.  Most definitely.  You remember my tastes.  You do have your type, Brian.  But this one seems out of place even for you….  Oh wait a minute.  Is this part of that couple you took on?  You still have the other?  Good.  Let me guess, they share quarters?...  I don’t understand why you don’t end that shit right away.  When I call it over, be as quick as you can to tell it that I am its new owner….

“And tonight at dinner, make sure the lover is present.  I plan on cunting my new property at the dinner table, in front of your other slaves, especially the lover.  If the lover acts up, do I have permission to beat that lover?... 

“…Hey, I know you’d be ok with it, but I still don’t want to cross your boundaries, no matter how relaxed they are.  I plan on nutting in my new cunt and then making the lover clean me off, the last time it will tastes the ass of its lover.

“Oh yeah Brian, now I see why you wanted me for this one.  Look at how his body moves.  How old is it?...  20?  That really is not your type….  So did you want the lover only from the beginning?... 

“Brian, Brian, Brian,… you can’t be a nurturing daddy and be a sadistic overlord at the same time.  It never works right.  We’ve known men who have tried and they wound up being ineffective owners and shitty daddies.

“Let’s just sit here.  I want a few moments to watch him, before I take him.

“How are sales?  Down?  They are not pulling in the top bids?...  Well auctions are not like they were years ago.  I still like the in-person auctions.  There’s nothing like pulling a newly acquired piece of meat off its auction block and taking it around back and cunting it in front of everyone else.

“Now it’s internet sales.  We do more for security than ever before.  Good lord, that’s all we ever seem to be doing.  We never interact with the buyers anymore, and it’s hard to understand their tastes from their runners….

“So, did the two lovers come to being owned willingly?  I don’t understand why faggots do that, let alone a couple….  Really?  That’s all you do?...  Can’t say I blame you.  It’s getting harder to go on the hunt.  The hunting is fine, but the dropping off the grid is getting harder, with everyone connected to the internet and all.  There’s so much involved these days.

“Fuck, now I see why you have scaled back.  Shit, I’m 57, and everything has gotten more complicated.  You know, I’ve been thinking of a lot recently.  About you… and me.  We had a good thing going.  Fuck man!  There is no other person on this planet I trust more than you.  No one knows me better than you….  I miss you.  I miss what we had together….  The biggest mistake I made was moving to the west coast to take over for Rollins.  I’m tempted to sell everything to the Germans and move here. 

“The thing is I don’t know if you want me back.  Would you?...  Oh Brian.  Thank you.  I love you too.  I swear to you, my focus will be on our happiness.  The business will come second.  I just need a faggot slave to beat the shit out of every night and lock away before climbing into bed with you.  This faggot you selected for me will be fine.  Let’s slam spit roast it, like we used to back when.

“Then at dinner tonight, I want to destroy its relationship.  That’s going to be so hot.  I’m getting so hard thinking of it.  And, let’s put its lover up for auction….  You laugh alright.  You already know what’s going on in my head, don’t you?…  Shit!  Let’s go bust a nut together.

“…Hey faggot!  Get over here.  I’m your new owner.  I need your cunt.  Bend over and blow your last master and present your cunt to me.  I go right to the root; no time for you to accomodate.  Scream into his dick.  I hope you are clean, because we are going to be switching holes a few dozen times.

“Brain,… thanks.”

[ja-stuff]

The reader taking a blow (that could k33l them) to protect their beloved (established relationship or not yet). Your choice if reader survives or not. Toman and Bonten boys.

Let me know if you're comfy with this prompt, otherwise, I have another idea. Take your time and enjoy! Thank you again for being amazing. ❤

Note: I am back! and I am hoping this is up to your expectations bubs, I really pushed myself here, lol! I am sorry it's so late! But yeah, here it is, and I hope you enjoy this! Btw, this is my first ask ever and, i really thank you for giving me the idea and for sending the request! I loved making this one!

Title: Reader/ Y/n, takes the blow that was meant for them TW: mentions of blood, gun, and the word k33l in it, implications of injury and death Character: Ran Haitani  Genre: angst Wordcount: 2,253

You’re well aware of your boyfriend’s line of work, and you have always been prepared for whatever comes your way. You know you don’t have anyone else to blame for any of this, but Ran sure blamed himself for ever getting close to you.

It is autumn, a perfect day for a perfect date. You had prepared everything since last night and wouldn’t shut up about the things you wanted to do at the park with Ran Hatani the whole day. Just as excited as you were, Ran just sat the night before, full ears, and happily watching you planning out your date. He promised himself to make this day memorable for both of you. He wanted this to be your day as much as he knew it would be his. As a good boyfriend, he knew he hadn't been the best partner for almost a month now since work has kept him busy, but he’s now ready to spend all of his days off of work with you. Ran is determined to fulfill everything on your date list and have something in surprise just for you.

“Ran! Let’s go over there!” you smiled happily while pointing to the truck where they sell coffee. “You know, it isn’t perfect when we stroll around the park in autumn without a coffee in hand!” You giggled beside him, clinging to his arms and dragging him all the way there. “... I have been dying to try this kind of date with you!” Your voice is too soft, making Ran’s eyes soften, and his heart swells in awe.

“Babe, what’s your choice?” You asked him from the moment you both stopped in front of the menu board, which was placed from the far left of the truck. Just like you, Ran is busy narrowing down his choice of cup, to the ones you both uttered at the same time, “... I’ll have their best seller, hmm… Caramel Macchiato!” you both laughed before Ran took you to the bench just a few steps away from the truck and the line. “Sit here princess while I order, don’t miss me too much– or wait, I think I’ll miss you right away though!” your boyfriend said, as he planted a kiss on your forehead, and walked back, facing you with a foolish smile plastered on his face. “I’m not even a meter away from y– hey  watch where you’re going or you’ll fall!” you voiced, highly concerned about his habit of watching you while he walks backwards. Ran just nodded his head, and went in line, obediently, still, a smile visible in his face.

Just as when the barista at the truck handed your drinks to Ran, you immediately walked towards him and helped him with it. You first took your sip as you were curious on how it tastes, making you hiss at the sudden feeling of a burn. “Ow… hot… hot…” you quietly whispered, wishing that Ran did not see that, but when you looked at him he was holding in his laughter, making you glare at him. “Sorry! Careful. Careful. The coffee might spill!” he said, laughing. “Sorry, love! I just thought it was cute~” he said, as he gently  touched your lips, feeling the burned part checking if it had gotten scarred. “Your lips feel fine, should I kiss it?” he flirted, which made your face turn into a crimson red, “Not fair, Mr. Haitani! I might’ve gotten injured and you’re still flirting?” you scoffed at him, walking past him ignoring the teasing faces of the kids from the background.

“Love, wait! *laughs* Okay, I won’t! But I do think you needed a kiss right now. Isn’t this on your list?” You turned towards him as he walked towards you, hands wide open, “But first we need to sit down.” You nodded and intertwined your hands to his. “You know, that I love you right?” you randomly uttered, “and you know I do too, right?” he replied, placing a kiss on your forehead once more. “It has been awhile since we did this… Hmm, what do people call this? Holding hands while walking? It feels great, the weather seems to be in favor of this date!” you chortled, as Ran’s cheeks tinted pink. “Why are you so adorable?” Ran whispered to himself, making you look at him with curious eyes. “What, babe?” you asked, “I said, here’s the bench, love.” He smiled, you both sat there, just feeling the breeze, and each other's company, while you quietly sipped your cup of coffee, while you shared little stories with each other.

“Right, I remembered that! Back when Rin stole the hoodie you gifted me on our fourth year! Man, I was so mad at him, I could smack him with Sanzu’s katana, but I forgot that Sanzu might have done it to me first before I could ever hit my brother with it.” you both laughed, reminiscing the day you witnessed chaos in the Bonten HQ. “I know! Sanzu’s just trying his best to wait for you guys to get him involved in the quarrel! If I wasn’t there, I might’ve patched you the whole night and gave you a scolding.” you spoke, and took a sip from your coffee. “But it was the hoodie you gave me!” you cupped his cheek with your free hand, “Point made…” you tried to please his reason since you find him cute that way, ignoring the situation from back then.

Now, despite being on a perfect date, as you may have thought, it wasn’t the same for Ran. For a while now, just as much as he is happy with this bonding time with you, he has been feeling that the both of you were being watched from the moment you left the coffee truck. Ran’s been having a hard time trying to stay focused with listening to how your week went, he is trying his best  to search the area with his keen sense, making him alert and have his eyes simply surveilling the area to make sure that none of his imaginations are going to be real, that no suspicious person walks near the both of you, and that you are free from the possible dangers that could occur anytime. He thought he was doing a good job keeping you safe all this time, but somehow he failed.

You never had any idea that you could tame such a beast, when he is known as a man so terrifying, that everyone else feared. A man so strong, that you know you’ll always be safe when he is around. That such a man who’s capable of loving you, caring for you, and protecting you is with you. Sometimes you still wonder, why does it have to be you? When there were other girls trying to seek his attention before the both of you started to date, and sometimes you question yourself with why is it him? You may not know the answer to this verbally, but you know that deep inside your heart, just as much as you meant so much to him, he was also the same to you. Just as much as he wanted to protect you, you wanted to do it as much to him. Even if it means you sacrifice what you have, your life. 

It was only a swift moment when you saw the man with a black hoodie and jeans a few meters away hovering his way towards the both of you with his hoverboard, pulling out a gun from the pocket of his hoodie, and aiming at Ran. You stopped talking midway, smile dropping, and was frozen in place for a moment. You also noticed that Ran’s been a little tense this whole time from the moment you took a glance at his face looking from another direction. You shift glances towards Ran and the man who’s getting nearer and nearer as the seconds pass. Too stunned to speak, and was not smart enough to alert your boyfriend, you did not hesitate and blocked Ran from his sight last minute. And just as the kid kicked the pile of leaves near the bench you both were sitting, a gunshot was heard, and the man passed the both of you.

*BANG*

Time moves slowly, with Ran staring towards your standing form in front of him slowly losing its balance, wavering from side to side, your shaking right  hand moving towards your left chest. Turning around to face your now standing boyfriend with his eyes wide open, as if the situation is not really sinking in.

“Ran…” you called softly, fat tears escaping your eyes, as the pain slowly registers to your veins from the sight of your own blood in your hands.

 “Ra–n?” you repeated with a shaky, breathy voice. “I–I’m hurt…” you gasped, almost choking on the blood that you had just coughed, feeling your knees getting weaker. 

Fast enough to catch you before you even meet with the cold ground, Ran grabbed you by your shoulders carefully sitting the both of you on the ground, with you close to his chest. “I– I’m bleeding…” you panicked, as breathing started to feel difficult with each inhale and exhale. Ran woke up from the trance he was in when he felt hot tears streaming down his face.

“No–no! Y/n? Stay with me!” his voice was shaky and full of desperation, “Somebody! Please call 911– my–my fiance’s– Y/n please? Stay with me! We’re still on a date– you can’t *chokes* Ugh, this can’t be–” Ran screamed and commanded the people around him, while he made sure to keep you with him. “Somebody! Call 911!” he cried once more, as he cupped your face, “Baby please? Stay with me… don’t leave me!” 

He said, whining like a sad puppy in the rain, eyes turning glassy as the amount of tears he could produce kept on coming nonstop. Pain could be heard from his voice as if it was him who was shot. Desperation grows as each second passes. Feeling that the time with you is starting to turn into dust. Scared of what he could become if you close your eyes now.

“Open your eyes… Talk to me! Stay awake please!” he begged you as you flashed him a weak smile, and weakly nodded your head. “Ran– if…” 

“Don’t… please save your energy– I need you babe. I need you.” You knew that people who had witnessed the scene gathered, and that they were all talking and some were making phone calls, but none of the vibration and voices you could hear and feel. 

“Please, keep your eyes open, love. We haven’t done everything you wrote for this date. I haven’t kneeled in front of you yet.” Ran continued to talk to you, revealing that the surprise he had for you was his proposal.

“Ran, yo–” “Yes babe. So please, stay with me. I have waited a long time to do that, so please… I’m begging you–” You’re trying your best to keep awake, but your breathing became more painful than the gunshot wound on your chest. You’re getting numb, scaring you that you won’t be able to say something to Ran. “Love, y–you know… I love y–you so m–much and everything a–bout you.” you started, gathering all your strength to cup his face. “I know. I know. And I love you so much, that I can’t imagine my life without you in it… please Y/n… Don’t speak as if this is going to be a farewell–” 

“Ran, I’m so grateful to have y–you in my life… And that I had the intention of dating you with marriage in m–mind.” you continued, growing weaker and weaker, feeling your body getting a little cold, coughing a little of the life you have. “I am genuinely h–happy that I became a part of you.” your voice is getting softer and softer with each word, enough to call it a whisper and eyes becoming heavy, threatening Ran with his worst nightmare at the very moment.

“Y/n, no… please? Stay with me… I know you never deserved me, but I still couldn’t let you go… I love you so much. I am confi–dent that I’m able to protect you, but– please? My love, stay with me…” his voice sounding so tired as he felt you approach your last breath. “Love, please? Open your eyes…”

“I don’t know how to live without you.” he whispered in your ear, giving him the last warmest smile you could ever give him. 

“I love you… y/n, please hold on a little– no…” With the last ounce of strength he had, he cried his eyes out, whispering his last words, some are confessions of love, words of I love you’s, complimenting your looks, words of how he doesn’t deserve you and vice versa, and lastly, what he had planned in the supposed future with you.

With the ambulance arriving late, to bringing you to the hospital, informing his brother and the whole of bonten about what had happened, and to holding your funeral, revenge did not leave Ran’s mind. He is determined to comb the whole country in search for the man responsible for the death of his beloved, paying him tons of the amount of pain you had felt when you, an angel, died in his sinful, non-deserving tainted blood hands. 

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When You See Him Shirtless For The First Time ~ Seventeen Reaction

S. Coups:

Your body froze as you rolled across into Seunghceol’s side, placing your hand against his chest only to land on bare skin rather than the usual material of his pyjama shirt that you had become so accustomed too.

“I can’t believe you’ve hidden this from me for all this time,” you scolded, running your hand down to settle against his abs, glancing up at Seunghceol’s eyes staring back at you. “You’ve got a great body; do you know that?”

“I’m only sleeping shirtless because it’s so hot tonight.”

“I’ll take any excuse, especially when I get to cuddle up to a body like yours.”

His head shook back at you, “are you listening to me at all, or have you purposely chosen to ignore the part where I told you that I was warm.”

“Of course, you’re always warm when you’ve got a body that’s hot like this.”

“You’re impossible,” he laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “I guess I’ll let you stay here, and I’ll just suffer in the heat.”

“I always get what I want in the end Seungcheol.”

Jeonghan:

You were stuck in the spot as you heard the shower turn off, glancing across as Jeonghan pulled the curtain back, flinching backwards as he saw you in the room in search of a hairband in one of the bathroom drawers.

“Sorry,” you nervously whispered, unable to stop yourself from having a peek at his body as droplets of water ran down his frame. “I thought you’d take longer than that to shower, I was just looking for a hairband to use.”

“Were you looking for a hairband, or is that just an excuse?”

“No, I really was. Although the plan has worked out rather well for me in the end.”

His eyes rolled as the corners of your mouth continued to turn up into a smile, “I always knew that you were trouble, but I didn’t think you’d be this bad.”

“I can leave you alone if you want me to and find a hairband later.”

“Why would I deprive you of getting to enjoy this view,” he smugly grinned, looking down at his abs, “I know you like it more than you’re letting on.”

“Really? And there I was thinking that I was being subtle.”

Joshua:

A loud hiss came from you as the sun hit you, feeling underneath the duvet you were greeted by nothing which only left you more confused. As you began to take in your surroundings however, you soon found what you were looking for.

“Oh,” you stuttered, looking across to Joshua as he began to look through his wardrobe for an outfit to wear, his bare chest on shot. “Have you been hiding that for all this time?” You chuckled as he spun around at the sound of your voice.

“What? This? My body isn’t that good Y/N.”

“Are you kidding me right now? Your body is incredible, your abs are insane.”

His head shook as he pulled out a shirt throwing it down onto the bed. “This might be a stupid question, but do you want me to get dressed just yet?”

“I think maybe just keep that top off for a little while longer, don’t you?”

“I thought you might say that,” he laughed, throwing himself down beside you on the bed, “so, my body is good in your eyes?”

“It’s more than good, it’s amazing.”

Jun:

Your eyes lit up as you reached the top of the hotel to find that the swimming pool was completely empty, except for the two of you at poolside. Whilst you made yourself comfortable, before you knew it, Junhui was beside you shirtless.

“That was quick,” you muttered underneath your breath, slightly flustered by the close distance between you both. “And pretty impressive too, where the hell have you been hiding this body all this time?”

“I’ve just never needed to take my shirt off around you before.”

“If I had a body as good as yours, I would take my shirt off at every possible opportunity.”

His eyes rolled as you took off your swimsuit cover up, “I guess I just prefer to keep my body exclusive for those that I want to admire it.”

“Do I get to be one of those people now? Is this all mine?”

“That depends,” he mused, taking a hold of your hand, “if you can beat me into the pool then I guess that you can admire the abs from now on.”

“It’s on! There’s no way I’m losing this one.”

Hoshi:

As you crept carefully down the stairs, the smell of food hit you, walking through the house a smirk appeared on your face as you spotted Soonyoung in the kitchen dancing around the hob as he prepared breakfast for you both.

“Do you always cook without a shirt on?” You teased as he spun around to meet your eyes, trying to keep control of everything that was on the hob. “Do you need a hand with that? I could always be your sous chef?”

“I’m good, you just made me jump a little bit, that’s all.”

“I think you made me jump a little more coming down to see this.”

His smile widened as he noticed exactly where your eyes had focused, “I was thinking breakfast in bed, but you beat me to it and woke up.”

“I must have known there was something delicious going on downstairs?”

“And by that do you mean the breakfast I’m preparing or my abs?” He laughed, watching on as your eyes widened in surprise.

“Both, but the abs are more of a treat for sure.”

Wonwoo:

A heavy sigh came from you as you closed your apartment door behind you, surprised when you looked into the room and saw Wonwoo walking around with his shirt forgotten about in search of his phone charger.

“Have you not gone home yet?” You questioned, letting go of a giggle as his body jumped at the sound of your voice. “Not that I’m complaining, I could get used to coming home to a view like this if you wouldn’t mind it too.”

“Sorry, I was almost packed, but I’ve lost something.”

“You don’t need to apologise, after the day I’ve had, this is a great time.”

Wonwoo’s eyes rolled as he took a few steps towards you, “can you focus on helping me find my phone charger rather than staring at my body like that?”

“I wish I could, but your body is just too good for me to ignore.”

“I guess I’ll just carry on looking by myself,” he frowned, biting down on his bottom lip, “and go and find a shirt to put on as well.”

“Fine! I’ll help, but the top stays off.”

Woozi:

As Jihoon called for the figure who knocked on his studio door to enter, his eyes widened as he realised that it was you.  Your eyes instantly darted in surprise to his bare chest as he sat down at his desk.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” you smiled nervously, not quite sure where to look as Jihoon let go of a chuckle. “Is this some weird ritual of yours that I don’t know about, do you have to write a song in the nude?”

“The aircon is broken and it’s far too hot in here.”

“Don’t blame the aircon, I’ve found out your little secret now Lee Jihoon.”

His head shook as you closed the door behind you, “I’m being serious, sweat was dripping onto the lyric sheets, I had no other choice to cool down.”

“I guess I just picked a very good day to come and surprise you in that case.”

“You must have known,” he smiled, inviting you across to take a seat, “I’m not going to get any work done now that you’re here though, am I?”

“Looking like that? There’s much better ways to spend your time.”

DK:

Your body froze as you heard the bathroom door open, glancing around as Seokmin walked back into the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist, leaving his chest exposed for your eyes to fall upon.

“This is a nice surprise,” you hummed, as Seokmin looked around to see you sat on the end of the bed. “Don’t mind me, I just came back up to look for my hairbrush, but this is a nice added bonus for me to see too.”

“Are you sure you’re not here on purpose in case you can peek?”

“I can’t believe you’d ever think I would do such a thing; I’m just looking for a brush.”

His eyebrows raised, not quite believing in what you had to say. “So, when I heard you talk to Y/F/N the other day about a plan to see naked, this wasn’t it?”

“Oh, you heard that conversation, did you? You shouldn’t eavesdrop you know.”

“You were so loud it was impossible not to hear you,” Seokmin chuckled, “you always get loud when you get excited about things.”

“Well, this was just coincidence, I promise you.”

Mingyu:

As a pair of arms snaked around your waist, your breath hitched as you felt Mingyu’s bare chest press against your back. Your eyes tried to look back and see if he was awake or not, but you couldn’t quite see.

“Mingyu,” you whispered, unsure if he was aware of the way he held you or if it was a mistake you should ignore. “Are you awake?” You then questioned, hearing him hum behind you. “What are you doing right now?”

“Am I not allowed to cuddle up to you whilst I sleep?”

“It’s not that, but you’ve not got a top on, and I can feel your abs against me.”

He continued to hum behind you, “if that’s a problem then I can go back to sleeping how I was before, I just thought you might enjoy a hug.”

“I am, but you’ve never hugged me like this before, never whilst naked.”

“I guess I’m just comfortable enough around you now to do this without needing a top on,” he whispered, “I love cuddling you.”

“And I love cuddling you, even more so now.”

The8:

Your hands rubbed at your eyes, making sure that you were awake as you looked across the bedroom to see Minghao’s bare back as he pulled the curtains apart. As he spun around, your eyes widened at the sight before you.

“Damn,” you muttered, immediately looking away from his eyes when Minghao realised that you were staring at him. “Good morning,” you muttered, shyly pulling the duvet up tightly around underneath your neck.

“What’s got you all flustered this morning then?”

“You know exactly what’s got me flustered, it’s too early for all of this.”

Minghao let go of a chuckle as he perched on the end of the bed, “I never imagined seeing a shirtless guy would make you this way, remind me to never take you to the beach.”

“It’s just you, you’re the problem looking naked and hot and really good.”

“I see,” he continued to grin smugly, “so not all men make you flustered like this, just really good ones with good abs?”

“I never said you had good abs, but that isn’t a lie too.”

Seungkwan:

After the end of their show, Seungkwan invited you down to the sauna with him in the hope of easing the pain in his leg after another strenuous performance, meeting you there, he was already prepared to go in.

“Where do I look?” You chuckled, surprised to see him stood before you with just his swim trunks on, his abs on full display for you to see. “I’ve never seen you like this before; I don’t quite know how to react.”

“As long as you like what you see, then I’m happy.”

“Like what I see? Seungkwan, have you seen yourself? Anyone would like your body.”

A soft blush crept onto Seungkwan’s cheeks as you chose to study his body closely, “do you really think my body is that impressive?”

“Are you kidding me? Your body is incredible, I’m being serious, it’s insane.”

“Thank you,” he grinned, “it’s weird to hear someone compliment my body, it’s a part of me that not many people get to see.”

“I’m glad I got to see it, and now I can enjoy it too.”

Vernon:

A smile formed on your face as soon as you walked down the stairs, with one of Vernon’s shirts hugging your figure to find him stood in the kitchen, hovering over the kettle with no shirt covering hist body.

“Well, that’s a pretty nice wake up cool,” you spoke up, sniggering as he flinched at the sudden sound of your voice. “Did you purposely leave your shirt in the bedroom so I could come down and see all of this?”

“I thought you were sleeping, what are you doing awake?”

“It was lonely upstairs, and I couldn’t miss out on all of this now too, could I?”

His smile widened as your eyes trailed along his defined abs, “I should probably take my shirt from you, it’s far too big for you anyway.”

“Don’t you even think about doing something like that or they’ll be trouble.”

“Ouch!” He exclaimed as you slapped his hand away, “are you really that desperate to see me shirtless so early in the morning?”

“Of course, there’s no better way to wake up.”

Dino:

The sound of Chan calling out your name captured your attention as you came home from work, walking straight up to the bedroom where it came from, stopping in the doorway when you saw him laid out on the bed.

“Hi,” you grinned, unable to hide the gentle blush that began to form on your cheeks, “why did you shout me when you’re currently laying half naked across my bed?” You then questioned, looking at him in confusion.”

“I shouted and told you not to come up yet.”

“Oh, I guess I must have had you wrong, what a shame that was, right?”

Chan’s head shook as he followed your gaze across to his abs, “I’ve not worked out today, so they’re not looking quite as good as they could look to be able to impress.”

“They’re still very impressive from where I’m standing, very impressive.”

“Y/N,” he laughed, waving his hand over his abs to bring you back into the room, “and this is why I didn’t want you to come up.”

“I’ve seen it all now, and I definitely like it too.”

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Hi can I request jealousy headcanon for Isaac,Arthur,Mozart,comte please

Hi dear nonny! Thank you so much for your request 💖

Sorry it took so long, night shifts were exhausting...

Here you go, I hope you like it! 💝

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Jealousy headcanons

for Isaac, Arthur, Mozart &

le Comte

Isaac

The shy, poor boy doesn't know what hits him, he wasn't prepared... It is the first time he's really in love and it is his first time being jealous.

He wouldn't talk about his feelings in the beginning, because he feels a bit ashamed about them. Additional he's not used to talk about feelings anyway, so he bottles up.

You recognize his strange behavior like avoiding your glare, his abrupt short answers (especially towards the male who causes the jealousy), but at first you can't figure out where it comes from. He would also act more possessive than usual, suddenly kiss you firmly in front of others or pulling you close.

Though he knows you love him truly, he's unsettled deep inside and needs your reassurance. You'll have to push him slightly to open up, to tell you what's on his mind. When he does...oh boy.

With glowing eyes and fervent words he'll beg you to SHOW him your love, pushing you onto the bed. Needy for your touch and your words of love, nothing remains from his shyness. He won't let you go the next hours, making sure you're really his.

"Isaac, please tell me what concerns you... did I something wrong?"

You're sitting next to him in his room on the edge of the bed.

"N- no... It's not that."

His behavior was oddly brusque today and you are really concerned.

With a sigh you overthink what happened all day and then something klicked. You spent a lot of time with Napoleon while he teached the kids. Could it be?  "Isaac, are you jealous?"

The vampire flinches and draws his gaze away from yours, a blush appears on his handsome face.

You cup his face, forcing him to look at you. Gazing deep into his beautiful cherryblossom eyes you ask "Isaac, you know that I love you, that my heart belongs only to you, don't you?"

"Y- yes. My head knows it, but..." suddenly he pushes you down.

"Show it to me." He whispers, his voice husky and deep, his eyes dark with passion before his lips captures yours in a fiery kiss, his fingers ripping your blouse open.

Mozart

Mozart is probably the worst with jealousy (besides Theo). He even can't stand the thought of another male being too close to you. It doesn't matter if it is another resident or a complete stranger, he is very possessive and you only belong to him. No other has the right to touch you.

If someone touches you by accident, his possession drives him to get rid of the foreign scent on you immediatly.

When it's a strange male (talking to him would be enough to drive him crazy), he would be broiling jealous, unable to express himself. Normally Mozart is very straight forward, but not when it comes to express his feelings for you. Blaming you for being too trustful, he would even start an argument.

But Mozart loves you so much, you're so precious to him, he'll regret his harsh spoken words soon and searches for a way to talk.

Admitting his jealousy, he shows you that there is only one way to calm him down. Claiming your body and mind he would train you to who you belong until the sun rises and your voice is hoarse.

"M- Mozart, what-" you gasp as he pulls you behind the thick curtains, sealing your lips with his. "You spent enough time with the other residents." He breathes hard as he pulls away. "Especially with Leonardo. I don't like his cigarello scent on you." Your eyes grow wide. "Wolf, are you jealous?"

A faint rose appears on his cheeks. "I don't want to be...But yes I am."

"But... You don't have to be jealous. I love you so much, Wolf. There is no room in my heart for another man."

"I know, meine Liebe. But it seems that my heart doesn't accept this truth fully." His radiant violet eyes pierces into your soul.

"What can I do to make you feel better, Wolf?"

A slight smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he leans forward. "Await me in the thermae. I'll make sure the only scent that remains on your body is mine, and obviously I'll have to remind you the next hours to who you belong." fervent spoken words next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Arthur

He never felt jealousy before. Being a rotten flirt, Arthur is used to be the reason for that emotion, he never thought it could happen to him.

Trying to hide his feelings he'd cover them with playful words and actions. But when a male approaches you and gets too close, he won't think twice to make clear you are HIS girlfriend, holding you at your waist, whisking you away.

Deep inside Arthur has the feeling he doesn't deserve you, so he is afraid to loose you and gets easily jealous. He wouldn't like to admit it to you , worried he could scare you off.

But you are not able to overlook the pout and scowl on his handsome face or to overhear the truth hidden behind his joking words, irrelevant how much he tries to mask his feelings.

Arthur has a deep longing for your reassurance in words and body language, he needs your touch so bad, be prepared for exhausting, delightful hours between the sheets after he got jealous.

You are sitting on the couch in Arthur's room, rambling about your day with Vincent. Lately he gives you advices in painting techniques and you enjoy them, happy to make progress in your hobby. Arthur looks up from the papers with a smile, sitting at his desk.

"Darling, you sound really happy. I know you enjoy painting with Vincent, but are you sure you didn't decide secretly to leave your filthy boyfriend for this pure angel, Luv?" Arthur chuckles. For a split second a hurt expression appears in his loving gaze and his voice didn't sound as lighthearted as it should. You set your cup of coffee down with a surprised look on your face. "Are you jealous?"

A slight rose tints his cheeks as he pulls his gaze away.

You hurry over to him cupping his face and locking eyes. "Arthur, you are the only one for me. You are the love of my life, you know that, don't you?" Your thumbs caress his cheeks.

Arthur's big blue eyes waver at your words and he inhales deeply.

"You have no right to be this adorable" he whispers with a husky voice as he pulls you on his lap. Kissing your lips ardently his fingers already unbutton your blouse. "Say that again, luv" he smiles at your lips. "And then I'll make sure you won't ever forget that you are MY adorable girlfriend" he breathes at your skin as his lips travel from your jaw to the neck.

Le Comte

Comte seems to be always so calm and thoughtful, but when it comes up to you all this is nothing but dust in the wind. He waited for you and your love for centuries, now that you are his he's confronted with the deepest fear of loosing you.

Also he is insecure inside, thinking he doesn't deserve someone so precious like you (are you surprised?). This uncertainty is more fuel to the fire of the jealousy that rages in his heart.

Despite his always graceful and sublime conduct le Comte is very passionate and possessive. He can't bear another man touching you, even it is only your hair. On the other side he wants you to live freely, interacting with the other residents as usual. So he would get jealous real quick, but:

Wearing a mask of gentlemanly behavior and used to lock up his feelings you wouldn't notice his jealousy until it's "too late". Maybe it was only you and Leonardo in the library, sticking heads together and giggling about something. Maybe it was a stranger at the market, picking up an apple for you that dropped to the floor, holding your delicate hand while putting the apple into it.

When he corners you after that in his room, there'll be no escape. Le Comte will make sure that you're his, taking possession of your body and mind until there is nothing left but thinking of him and moaning his name. He will only stop when you pass out due to the overwhelming passion.

Le Comte cocks slightly an eyebrow due to the sight that is presented to him in the library. Arthur stands in front of the bookshelfs, carrying you bridal-style. "What happened?" he asks with honest concern. "Oh, our pretty dove wanted to spread her wings. I catched her as she fell from the ladder" Arthur replies lighthearted. "Luv, if you want my touch so bad, all you have to do is ask. You don't have to risk your health to get it" smirking he looks deep in your eyes. You feel your cheeks grow hot as you hit him at his shoulder. "Put me down, Arthur!" With a wry chuckle he lets you go, giving le Comte an amused sideways glance. "Okay, my performance as a hero is over, back to work then." With these words Arthur leaves the library and you exhale, looking concerned over to the pureblood. "You know that it was only an accident? I feel a bit embarrassed and.." Le Comte cuts you off, smiling gently.

"Ma cherie, don't worry. I understand what happened, everything is fine."

With a relieved smile you pick up the dropped books "I should have known, that something stupid like this doesn't concern you..."

You hear a sharp inhale and look up. His expression is serious, his eyes burn like melting gold in a furnace. Approaching you with slow, predatory steps he asks softly "When did I say I don't care?"

With a fluid move he pins you against the bookshelf, kissing you senseless. You both pant for air as he breaks the kiss. "I await you in my room. Now. Your chores are done for today." Comte leaves you with trembling legs.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it 💝

[madeleine-w]

Stranger Things Characters Summed Up

Warnings: bit of swearing and mentions of sex. (This has made me want to write smut about Eddie, Billy and Steve… and 001) Overall just me being a whore for fictional characters.

Joyce: She got less unhinged after season 1 which made me sad, but my favourite mum on TV at the moment. Can’t tell if I’m in love with her or want her to adopt me, but either way if she gave me a cuddle I’d start crying. I’m not sure how she created such boring sons tho.

Hopper: No one will ever love me the way this man loves Joyce. He’s my comfort character, and him arguing with the kids is fucking hilarious. “Maybe I will allow you to date my daughter” I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Best Dad™️.

Billy: A tragic villain done perfectly, and I half fall in love whenever he’s on screen until I remember that he’s a racist. I’m a simp but I have morals. (But also, like, the potential this man had to be the loveliest in the world)

Bob: Was the scene of him dead and being eaten really necessary? No. It made for good TV though.

Max: Deserves way better than those boys, and is the ginger icon the 80s needed. I would get in a car with her.

Eleven: My wholesome little murderer. She’s somehow part of an amazing duo (Hopper/El) and a terrible one (Mike/El) so I must blame Mike for this.

Mike: If Stranger Things was a Christmas dinner, he would be the brussel sprouts.

Will: Surprisingly resilient for a guy who looks like a slightly strong wind would take him out. Just let this boy be gay and play D&D in peace.

Dustin: Somehow two steps ahead of everyone and four steps behind them at the same time? I love it, and the show would be shit without him.

Robin: An barely-functioning lesbian with autism? I love to see it and I love her. I’m very gay and she is the perfect example of why. I want to play with her hair while she talks about her hyperfixations.

Lucas: He’s cool when everything is fine, and really annoying during a crisis. I’m pleased that a show set in the 80s hasn’t killed off the black guy four seasons in. Less interesting than his sister, but him and Max are pretty funny.

Nancy: A solid character when you remove her from the Jonathan and Steve situation. She’s very clearly in love with two men, girl take a break from dating and buy a vibrator. She’s very hot with a gun and uses it well, which automatically earns my respect.

Steve: I am so in love with this man, and the fact he uses a baseball bat instead of a gun is beyond sexy to me. Please fuck me. “Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants” Sir I am literally on my knees.

Less horny Steve version: Him protecting those kids is definitely my favourite thing about this show. The character growth is impeccable, and I melt whenever he makes the kids go ahead of him when there’s a danger.

Jonathan: Oh yeah, he’s… there? A good brother but that’s kind of it, a very bleh character. I’m still not really over him taking those pics of Nancy and Steve…

001: Very hot while he was murdering the kids. Less hot while he was murdering Max.

Eddie: I want him to rail me while I praise him. And HE DIDN’T RUN AWAY THIS TIME :(



[d0llpie]

Angry confessions

Summary: You’ve tried everything to make Kyotani realise you like him but he thinks you’re joking

Kyotani x reader

Warnings: cursing

angst to fluff, mutual pining

a/n: i might make a part 2 but i’m not sure, lmk if you want one!

wc: 2.5k

Kyotani couldn’t stand you. Your annoying smile and indifferent attitude while he told you to get lost. Couldnt you take a hint? Apparently not as you continued to greet him the same warm way every time you saw him, slipping him notes during class and flirting with him. Couldnt you flirt with some other poor soul? he couldn’t handle it anymore, knowing you weren’t really flirting with him. Maybe you did flirt with others, that only made it worse, knowing it wasn’t just him who got to see your smile and teasing laugh everyday. Honestly he didn’t know which way was worse, all he knew was that he was sick of you.

It started at practise, he was used to Oikawa’s fan girls attending their practise just to ogle at the captain, that always annoyed him but he soon found you to be worse. Oikawa has tossed him a ball to spike down and you started cheering for him. He whipped his head around to see you smiling brightly down at him, waving. He was taken back, his scowl dropping for a minute as the tips of his ears turned red before he continued on with practise, trying to ignore your cheers everytime he spiked. You trailed behind him to the school date, chatting on about your day and how amazing Kyo’s spikes were while he just grunted and continued walking in front of you, trying to speed up. Every time he sped up, you did too, he wasn’t sure if you were just stupid or if you didn’t care that he was trying to get away from you but either way it confused him.

Since then you’d follow him around, having one sided conversations with the back of his head on the way to the gym, in between classes and sometimes even during lunch times when you weren’t with your friends. He wished you wouldn’t flirt so much, it was the worst part of your whole fan girl act. You’d compliment his hair, his spikes and his eyes often, it came out so naturally that it made him tense up and pause every time, trying to calm down the beating of his heart in his ears. Why couldn’t you just stick to fangirling over Oikawa? Kyotani could take you following him and talking about your day if it wasn’t for the flirting act. He even liked hearing about your day, it was cute to hear you ramble on until you decided to give him false hope with your remarks, sometimes even trying to hold his hand or rest your head on his shoulder.

~

It had been a few months now and you weren’t sure what to do. You were in a small cafe with your cousin Iwaizumi, opting to seek out the spiker for advice as a last resort.

“I don’t know Iwa, i’ve been flirting with him for months and coming to all your games to cheer him on and he doesn’t even look at me” you fiddling with your fork, huffing out dramatically.

“We’ll have you actually told him you like him or asked him to hang out?” you glared at his condescending tone

“I shouldn’t have to tell him! I don’t know how much more obvious i can get...plus i ask him to have lunch with me all the time” you sighed, feeling your heart sink. You’d thought that he didn’t like you, it was obvious at first that he found you irritating but overtime you thought he’d warm up. Maybe you were just being stupid, setting yourself up for heartbreak at your inevitable rejection. Still, you held on tight to the tiny bit of hope you still had.

“hey.” Iwa waved his hand in front of you, pulling you from your thoughts “I mean surely him ignoring you can’t get any worse if you actually confess right? Plus maybe i’m wrong and he does like you so you’ll actually make some progress” you hummed in agreement, though you were hesitant

“How am i supposed to confess though? He doesn’t even look at me when we talk, well, i talk..” you realised just how pathetic you sounded, how desperate. Was this how Oikawa’s fan girls felt? Ignorantly hopeful for someone who was out of reach? Well at least Oikawa spoke to his fan girls...

“Y/n...not to sound rude or anything, but why do you like this kid? He’s not exactly treating you very well..” you looked up at your cousin who was looking at you with eyes full of concern.

“Well he may not seem like the sweet type but i’ve seen him when he’s alone, he’s really cute when he doesn’t look like he’s on the warpath, plus i think he’s just shy around me and doesn’t know how to act around others, he’s sweet though, he doodles in his notebooks. Also, he’s really passionate about volleyball! i remember the first time i saw him spike, he actually smiled!” you giggled at the memory, blushing at the thought of Kyo. 

“Whatever y/n, you need to confess before i do it for you.” you gasped in feign shock “You wouldn’t dare iwa-chan~” you laughed at Iwaizumi’s enraged expression “Stop hanging out with Oikawa ugh” you laughed at him, sipping on your hot chocolate you’d forgotten about. 

~

Kyotani had woken up earlier than usual, deciding to go for a walk. While he was walking his mind drifted back to you, looking behind him half expecting you to be there talking his ear off about random things, making him blush with your flirting. It was cruel how you could flirt with him so shamelessly and not mean it. He so badly wanted you to mean it. He grunted in frustration, picking up his pace until he was running, he was running past a few shops and cafes when he saw you. You were sitting by the window as the sun hit you, his eyes widened, you truly were so pretty to him. He almost stopped running until he saw who you were looking at, Iwaizumi was there. Of course you’d be on a date with him, he was so strong and open. You deserved someone like Iwaizumi he supposed, someone who could actually talk to you, someone who was better than him. He continued running despite feeling his own heart in his throat, making it harder to breathe. 

~

“I’m not writing him a letter Iwa.” you rolled your eyes at his suggestion, looking out the window to see a familiar head of blonde flash past in a blur. “Iwa! He just ran past” you stood up from your seat excitedly, smile crossing your face. “Wow you’re worse than i thought. Y/n, you’re a simp.” You weren’t even offended at his words “i mean can you blame me?” you sat back down, “Yes y/n, yes i can. You probably want to go after him right now” although he was joking he looked up to see you staring back at him hopefully. “Oh my god y/n, fine! Go. I’ll see you at school tomorrow. “ You got up and hugged Iwa squeeling, “Thank you thank you, if i don’t come to school tomorrow i’m either crying about being rejected or on a date with my handsome boyfriend, bye!” “Do not skip school y/n!” Iwa yelled after you as you ran out of the cafe, heading down the same path Kyo took. 

As you passed by a park, you noticed Kyotani sitting under a tree, panting heavily. “Kyo!” You called out, smiling brightly as you made your way over to him, ignoring the frustrated frown on his face. “What” he gruffly replied, clearly annoyed but you were ecstatic to get a reply from him. “I actually wanted to tell you something!” It’s now or never you thought, this was a perfect time to do it, you were ready for either response, you waited for him to look up at you before continuing.

“Um, i haven’t really thought of what to say so i’m just going to say it, i like you. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? You don’t have to of course but i really wanted you to know” you played with your hands while you waited for him to say something, silence was not what you expected but- “are you serious right now?” he was angry?, you tilted your head to the side “of course, i’m surprised you didn’t already kn-” “What is wrong with you? First you follow me around everywhere, flirting with me and annoying the fuck out of me, now this? haven’t you played around enough? Honestly i didn’t think you’d take it this far, that’s just low y/n.” the tone in his voice was enough to have you back away a little, confusion covered your face, you definitely hadn’t anticipated this kind of response. Despite your heart sinking at the rejection, you couldn’t help but feel a little angry as well. Who was he to talk to you like that. “What the fuck are you talking about Kyo. A simple ‘Sorry i don’t feel the same’ would’ve sufficed, honestly this is the most you’ve ever said to me and it’s this?” He was taken back by your reaction. You were serious? “Why would you try confess to me while you were just on a date then huh?” you furrowed your brows in confusion before it dawned on you, he thought you were dating Iwaizumi. Now you understood more of what he was saying, you opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you. “Yeah, I saw. You can drop the act now it was very funny. Now you can fucking leave me alone and stop acting like Oikawa’s clingy fangirls. I’ll finally stop having to hear you yapping in my fucking ear all day.” he wasn’t expecting to look up and see tears rolling down your cheeks. “Iwaizumi is my cousin..” you whispered meekly before turning back in the direction of the cafe, running home. 

Kyotani sat there dumbfounded. You were serious. He just called the girl he liked annoying and clingy after she tried to confess all because he was too insecure and jumped to conclusions. “Fucking idiot.” he cursed himself out under his breath.  

~

He didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t sleep, every time he closed his eyes he just saw that heartbroken look on your face, eyes filled with tears. Because of him. He groaned before going to his desk, he begun to write a letter. The thought of you never coming to his games anymore, you never cheering for him again, telling him about your day and that new show you start, even the flirting, he knew he couldn’t get through the day without it. You weren’t annoying, you were the only person who managed to make him stop scowling, he was relaxed around you.

You walked into your first class, finding a letter on your desk. Your eyes flitted over to Kyo who was sitting a few seats away looking away nervously, you could see how red he was from here. You tucked the letter into your bag, he didn’t deserve your attention and you were determined to not talk to him or look at him anymore. Kyotani watched you put away his letter, he frowned, you’d probably just read it later. He didn’t want to get discouraged so he waited for you during lunch but you never came. He was getting antsy, it was so quiet. After his final classes he was excited to go to practise, getting there on time for once, only you weren’t there. Instead he was met with an angry Iwaizumi “what the fuck did you do to her!” he boomed, gaining the attention of everyone in the gym. Kyotani looked down, surprising everyone “where is she?” he asked quietly, Iwaizumi quirked his brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “She’s probably at home or the cafe.” Kyotani looked up, running out of the gym ignoring Oikawa’s calls to come back and train.

You were sitting in a booth at the cafe, scrolling on your phone when you remembered the letter. You opened it despite your hesitation and began reading.

Y/n,

I used to find you irritating, i couldn’t understand why someone as pretty as you would follow me around and talk to me when i was so cold to you. I took your flirting as you either making fun of me or just you having a flirtatious personality so i would get annoyed. About yesterday, i misunderstood completely and i’m so sorry for snapping at you. I never meant to lash out on you and i never wanted to. I was fed up with the person i liked toying with me and when i found out you liked me back i didn’t believe you.

I’m sorry for hurting you, if you let me be yours i swear i’ll never hurt you again. I never want you to cry because of me ever again, i like you too y/n and i’m sorry i was too much of a pussy to tell you sooner.

I hope you forgive me

-Kyotani.

You smiled at the letter, looking up at the sound of the cafe bell ringing to see Kyotani, out of breath staring at you. You smiled up at him like usual and he returned it, moving towards you quickly. “Kyo-“ he cut you off, smashing his lips against yours, his lips were gentle despite the desperate hold he had on you, cradling your head in one hand and gripping your collar in the other. You smiled against the kiss, cupping his cheek before pulling away. “Hi” you giggled as he sat down in front of you, holding your hand on the table “Hi” he smirked at you. “Y/n, can i take you to dinner?” you nodded happily “of course you can handsome~” he blushed furiously and this time you got to see, you cupped his cheek again, leaning over to kiss his cheek softly, only making it worse. “C’mon doll” he pulled you up, holding your hand as you exited the cafe, walking side by side as he intertwined your fingers, smiling down at you with a soft expression. How was he so blind?

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Supercorptober 2021 Day 6: Fall

Fic link. Series link.

“Come on, please? What’s the point of being here if we can’t at least enjoy ourselves a little?”

It’s the pout that gets her, and even though she does have work to do, even though the point of this trip is work, she can’t say no when Kara is looking at her like that, all wide hopeful eyes and a stuck out lip that makes her wonder how someone can be so completely adorable while also being incredibly hot at the same time.

“You’re right,” Lena sighs.

Kara sits up from where she’d flopped dramatically onto their hotel room bed.

(Don’t get Lena started on the fact that they’d shared a bed the last few nights, it’s not like they’ve never shared a bed before, but there’s something oddly intimate about sharing a hotel room, which she knows makes absolutely no sense because the first night she’d stayed over at Kara’s, all she’d been able to smell was Kara’s shampoo on the pillow and she’d got very little sleep, but regardless, it feels intimate, spending the weekend away with Kara. Even if it is mostly a work trip).

“I am?”

Lena smiles. “You are. I invited you to join me for a long weekend so we could take a break, have some fun, not for me to work the whole time.” She did have to work some of the time, but it’s Monday now, the conference is over, and she has two whole days to spend uninterrupted with her best friend, and she should be enjoying it, not worrying about work. “So, what did you have in mind?”

“Can we check out the pool? It looked really cool, they even have a diving board!”

Lena laughs at Kara’s enthusiasm, and again, how can she say no when Kara looks so excited. Which is how she ends up sitting poolside, Kara stretched out on a sun lounger beside her, with way too much toned skin on display that Lena’s having trouble keeping her eyes away from.

She tries to focus on the book in her hand instead.

It doesn’t work.

“Are you ready to swim yet?” Kara asks, tilting her sunglasses up as she glances over at Lena.

“I am not swimming.”

Kara pouts. “Then why did you put on your bathing suit?”

“Because you gave me that look and you know I can’t say no when you look at me like that but I’m saying no now.”

Kara’s bottom lip sticks out even more and Lena’s resolves wavers but it doesn’t break.

“Will you at least come and watch me swim? I want to try out the diving board.”

Lena laughs as she closes her book and tucks it under her chair. “I can do that.” She’s sure the diving board won’t be that great, particularly for someone who can literally fly, but Kara looks excited so she stands and follows her best friend.

What happens next is entirely Kara’s fault. Well, okay, it’s a little bit Lena’s but Kara is wearing a bikini so it’s mostly hers.

Lena’s eyes drop down, just for a moment, to Kara’s ass, as she follows her to the other side of the pool. It is just for a moment, because as soon as she realises what she’s doing, she pulls her eyes away because she should not be checking out her best friend.

It would be fine, if that was all it was, if Lena looked away, locked all her attraction (and love, it took her a while to admit it, but she’s definitely in love with Kara) up inside her like she usually does and moves on. But that’s not all it is, because her moment of distraction nearly has her walking into another guest at the pool who she quickly has to side step, an apology already half out of her mouth, turning into a yelp as she trips on a towel on the ground because, again, she wasn’t looking where she was going.

She knows if they were alone, she’d already be in Kara’s arms, safe from what she knows is about to happen. But they’re not alone, there are other guests and staff around, so there’s nothing, not even Lena’s flailing arms, that can stop her from falling straight into the pool.

The cool water hits her, Lena splashing around underwater for a moment before she breaks back through the surface, spluttering for air as she does. She wipes wet hair from her eyes, finds Kara crouched only a few feet away from her on the edge of the pool, looking ready to jump in at the slightest sign she needs help.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Lena says, as she takes Kara’s now outstretched hand, lets herself be pulled out of the water.

“You’re not hurt?” Kara asks, concern-filled blue eyes watching her as Kara grabs her own towel, wraps it around Lena’s shoulders.

“I promise, I’m fine,” Lena says, tugging the ends of the towel around her. She waves off one of the hotel employees who looks like she’s about to come over and check that everything is okay. “Though I am a little embarrassed.”

Kara presses her lips together, and where there was concern before, it now looks like she’s trying not to laugh.

“It’s not funny,” Lena grumbles, but it only makes Kara’s smile grow.

“It is a little funny,” Kara laughs, reaching out to help untangle the mess her hair now is as Kara attempts to tuck it behind her ears. Kara’s warm fingers brush her skin as she does and suddenly, falling into the pool might not be the worst thing ever. “You do make a very cute drowned rat.”

At least her red cheeks could be blamed on her surprise swim.

“And now,” Kara says, pulling the towel back from around Lena. “Since you’re already all wet, you have no excuses for not wanting to swim with me.”

“I suppose I can’t use the excuse that I don’t want my hair to get wet now, can I?” Lena asks, Kara’s smile contagious.

“Yes!” Kara grins, doing a little happy dance that only serves to make Lena fall a little bit more in love. “Come on,” Kara says, tangling her fingers with Lena’s. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”