#so I don't get your couple humor or insider jokes

[joongdunking]

Dunk, it's not that funny? 🤨

Joong favourite selfie pose: high angle, specifically on the left side of the face

🌻: 😂

🌻: No (it hasn't changed)

🥑: We have queen don't cry filter

🌻: *Zendaya laugh* till he goes out of screen & even threw his head back??

??????

[gyusimp]

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨 [𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭]

ᴹⁱⁿᵒʳˢ ᴰᴺᴵ! | ᔆᵐᵘᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ | ᴬʳᵗ ᵇʸ⠘ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ᵒⁿ ᵀʷⁱᵗᵗᵉʳ

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

Kenji will always be very sweet. No matter how stupid he made you after sex, he will treat you gently and help you get back on your feet. He will clean you up first and then himself and he will be happy to take a shower together if you are okay with it. Although he is a bit of a fussy person so it is 100% certain that he will not go to sleep without changing the sheets for new ones. For your comfort and his, and he might put some air freshener in the air lol.

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

I feel like Kenji is very proud of his entire body, but especially his arms and torso. Have you seen that broad back? That man is to die for and he knows it, that's why he loves sleeping shirtless and teasing you. As for you, he loves everything about you, but he definitely has a fixation on your thighs and touching your ass whenever he gets the chance.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's open to possibilities as long as you are too. Besides cumming inside you, he likes to do it for some reason where a few drops get on your strands of hair or a few drops run down your collarbones. He has a habit of teasing you by kissing you after taste you, so you'll taste yourself on his lips.

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

He's fantasized about doing things with you in his Ultraman form, why? Because yes. It's really nothing more than a fantasy because not even his pinky finger could fit inside you, but imagining you so small and needy in the palm of his hand has made his thoughts go beyond the limits he thought he knew.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Nothing. Kenji has no prior experience, not even a little. As famous and handsome as he is, we know that he suffered from bullying in his childhood years which affected his social skills so if I can't imagine him with friends, much less having encounters of that kind. His first time with you was an adorable disaster but you took care of making him feel safe always and over time he managed to improve his technique quite a bit.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any one where he can see your face but is also addicted to you riding him or if he's too needy he'll let you on top and spread his legs for you to do whatever you want.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on his mood. He usually acts normal but if he wants to tease you or is really excited he might tell a couple of dirty jokes to make you blush.

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

This man is a total grooming person. I can see a shelf in his shower full of hair products, aftershave, skin moisturizers and all that stuff so yes, Kenji pays attention to detail and if he isn't completely shaved there will always be a neat, impeccable trim. You're never going to see a mess down there. Ever.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

There are times when you two are too horny to get romantic but that doesn't mean it's just sex without love. But, when he's truly focused on making love to you in every sense of the word, he's the most romantic man in the world. He makes you feel like you're on cloud nine with his soft caresses and kisses, his words are so deep that when you both finish, you end up seeing everything in rose-colored glasses and even loving your insecurities after he completely praised you from the bottom of his heart.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don't see Kenji doing this kind of thing, he's a mature adult and quite busy too so if he ever did it, it was in puberty out of pure curiosity. Now he has you so if he's horny he knows you can always help him and if he's lonely he'll just get moody.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think after taking care of Emi and researching parenting and fatherhood issues he had some praise kinks left, but nothing serious. He doesn't show it anywhere other than the bed and you discovered it little by little on your own when he told you things like how he was eager to fill you with his seed and how excited it made him to think of you carrying his baby in you one day. Whenever you bring it up he doesn't completely deny it but it's because he's a little embarrassed to admit it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Nothing like the comfort of his bed or yours but he's open to new places to make it more exciting. Places like his basement or the stadium locker room when the team has left have been the perfect spots for a quickie.

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

He likes you touching him, your hands are his weakness. Also for some reason when you are dressed up nicely, like clothes he is not used to seeing you in for example a skirt and heels to go to work or a nice dress for an event. He always thinks "is that my girlfriend?" and feels the need to rip your clothes off already.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't agree with the idea of hurting you so he's against BSDM. If you were to ask him to do something related (like asking him to hit you or call you names) he would try to do it at first to fulfill your whim but after a while he would feel uncomfortable and maybe not want to continue. Maybe what he would tolerate a little longer would be to call you names just by seeing your intense reactions and they would be mild words like "slut" or "bitch".

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

As I mentioned before, he is inexperienced in person until after a couple of times. He likes to receive but he prefers thousands of times to give. The feeling of your folds against his tongue and your pussy between his lips is indescribable for him. He loves to grab you by the thighs and wrap his arms around your legs while he gets lost between your crotch for hours being blessed with the sound of your voice before his actions.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It will also depend on his mood. A happy, romantic, sweet Kenji who longs to spend time with you after a long week at work will be deep and slow but careful. But a Kenji who is stressed out from losing so many games, fighting with players from other teams and tired of being a baby kaiju's single mother and breaking his back being Ultraman will throw you on the mat face down and grab onto your hips to pound you like there’s no tomorrow and then flip you over to put your knees on his shoulders because you’re dumb enough to do it on your own (of course you’re okay with all of this).

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is a fan of quickies, he couldn't live without them. He tends to have mental breakdowns more often than you think and between so many games, interviews and training sessions he sometimes comes home too tired to do it slowly and formally, so you can also offer him several quickies a week so that they are little breaks for him and he can de-stress and continue.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He has a slight interest in doing it where he can get caught, like the time where his hands got too far with you in the stadium locker room before a game and his teammates were feet away getting ready in the hallway outside.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He is a professional athlete who is used to hours of training, cardio and all that stuff. His average is 3-4 rounds when he feels mentally stable and physically rested. You usually ends up with pain in your lower back and the back of your knees.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have any toys and he wouldn't use them on himself. If he ever bought one it would be to use it with you so you could both experience something new together.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to embarrass you but in a good way. Maybe he'll mention things about how desperate you are or how abundant your release was today with just a few touches. This man's ego is big and it expands to the sky when he can see you under him sweaty and moaning his name repeatedly so it's the perfect setting for him to joke around in more egotistical and arrogant ways with you to make you blush.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

If you're in a completely safe and alone place, Kenji will never shut his mouth. He's unconsciously very expressive in that aspect and will say whatever he wants and needs to say, even if something bothers him. His tone of voice is thicker and more desperate as if he's throwing little tantrums asking for more from you. Sometimes it confuses you when he claims that you're too tight around him. Is he complaining or is he grateful for it?

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves to make dirty calls with you when you are at home and he is away from you. He feels very proud of himself knowing the power he has over you and how he manages to make you wet even when he is not present, calling you with some dirty nicknames that he saves just for you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's not too far from average. When the baby is asleep he's pretty normal sized although still noticeable in tight jeans or his Ultraman form. But when the baby wants action he's maybe an inch or an inch and a half taller than average. Kenji is a tall, thin young man so his strengths would be more length than girth.

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

In the middle, not too low or too desperate. Although sometimes his thoughts are the ones to blame for making him feel horny and that's when he asks you for help to solve it, but on a scale of 1-10 I'd leave it at 7. He knows when it's more prudent to let himself go and when not to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won't fall asleep until you do unless he's had a bad day and all he wants to do is sleep in your arms right after he's cum. If he's tired enough to sleep on the same sheets you two made out with earlier.

[kirishwima]

Ohhh pookie i meant to say like they get mad (maybe yell) at her and she starts crying and starts ignoring them for a week i love angst BOOKIE 😩💔🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️❗❗❗❗‼️‼️‼️

+ shiu kong & toji they fine ass mfs 😩‼️

not u putting Mahito up there looking SO YUMMY (pls. i know hes an asshole but he's my guilty pleasure)

anyway, I love this kinda angst, and I've already written a kinda-adjacent smau, so...here's a drabble instead!

JJK guys arguing with you when you tell them you crashed their car

Gojo is pissed. He runs his hand through his hair, and not even his blindfold can protect you from the seething glare he shoots your way.

"You what?!"

You try to explain it away-it was an accident, you didn't mean to, it won't happen again! But you know that though the guy has a dozen different sports cars, the one you borrowed was his prized possession, one he only let you drive because it's you, and well, you're his other most prized possession, in a way.

You expected him to be irritated, to maybe say a word too many while fueled with anger.

What you didn't expect was the yelling. The cussing, all of it reaching a deafening crescendo when he, exasperated, huffs out;

"God, can't you do anything right?"

It felt like the world came crashing down on you, tears welling up in your eyes before you even realized it. Satoru saw that, of course he did, his anger that was boiling and spilling over now freezing cold, his hands reaching out towards you, hovering at your sides.

"Wait I don't-I mean I didn't mean it like that-"

But it's too late, as you shy away from him, wiping tears with closed fists.

He's never been good at comforting you, never knows what to say...he can usually take your mind off of whatever upset you with silly jokes and his trademark humor, but what can he do when he's the cause of it? He simply doesn't know. So he pulls away, lets his hands drop to his sides, mad at you partly, yes, but most of all mad at himself for taking a petty argument too far.

He doesn't talk to you for days. Grabs his pillow and heads to the spare bedroom before you can even suggest doing so yourself, will use the excuse of missions to stay away from you, anything he can do to give you space. He doesn't know how to fix this, you've always been the one urging him to talk about his feelings in this relationship, to stop repressing all he has to say, but without your guidance he's just a lost boy, hurt and uncertain.

He doesn't know what to do-so he does what he does best. Repress, and suppress. Even if the guilt eats him up from the inside.

Geto doesn't say anything at first. He looks to the scratch on his car, arms crossed over his chest, as you helplessly try to explain how it happened, standing right beside him with a pleading look.

He only listens to you half-heartedly, for the most part lost in his own mind, trying to repress the anger threatening to push out of his chest, red and bubbling up to his neck like a witch's cauldron over heat. He knows how scary he can be when he's mad, and as upset as he is with you, the last thing he wants to do is scare you.

"Suguru please...talk to me?" you ask him, meek and quiet and all he can do is offer you a side-eyed glare, expression icy cold.

He doesn't say anything-instead turns and walks away, leaving you to stand there by yourself, tearing up at the thought of him leaving over this. He didn't say a word, nothing-does he just not care enough to argue with you? Was this the final straw in a long list of stupid arguments you've been having lately?

For a week, he barely talks to you. There's nothing but silence between you when you're both at home, though that's a rare occurrence in itself, most of his time spent outside the house-presumably to stay away from you. You buy paint to fix the scratch on the car, only to find out he's already gotten it fixed, without telling you.

For a couple nights you slept in the same bed, backs turned to each other, even if it got uncomfortable, even if your whole body itched with the need to turn around and bury your face against his chest.

He thought he was protecting you by acting this way-he had no clue it'd drive a wedge even further into your relationship.

The third day you got out of bed when you thought he was asleep, grabbed your pillow and a blanket and slept on the couch. Yet somehow in the morning, you woke up in bed again. This kept happening for a few days, though neither of you ever brought it up.

Suguru wanted to talk to you, fix things-he wanted to so bad, but the thought of you potentially looking to him with disdain, or even worse-with fear in your eyes, was too much for him to bear. So he stayed away. He'll continue to do so, unless you make the first move.

Nanami sighs, rubs the bridge of his nose-like a father tired of having to scold his child. And he plays the part, makes you feel so small as he chastises you over the mishap, his tone never rising, not really, though irritation quite clearly seeps into his voice.

"Kento, I know I made a mistake-" you start, trying to show him your point of view, but he quickly shuts you down with an annoyed glare.

"A mistake would be one thing. This is just plain stupid."

And you feel your very heart clam up, seeing the man you love assess you so coolly. He doesn't say much else after that, merely that 'he'll get it fixed' before getting up, leaving you alone in the living room, your knuckles turning white with the way you dug your fingers onto your lap to keep from screaming.

He's not exactly...distant, but he's definitely colder in the upcoming days. Nanami's never been a fan of PDA, so on the surface, things look relatively normal. But at home? He avoids your touch expertly, like he would when maneuvering away from a cursed spirit's attack, he sleeps on the very edge of the bed-yet stubbornly continues to sleep in the same bed as you, toying between the lines of anger and care that has you pulling at your own hair.

You'd think he'd be more mature-he has that vibe about him, is always so responsible. And yet he never knows how to handle his own emotions, especially not when it comes to you. He'll have dinner ready for you on the kitchen counter when you get home from work, yet he won't take a seat and eat with you like he usually would. He'll do the laundry when it's his turn to do so, expertly fold it and store your clothes at their exact usual place, yet won't have a single conversation with you on the matter. He's the best roommate you could have-but as a boyfriend, that's a whole other story.

You know he cares, deep down he still loves you...but he's stubborn, always has been, and won't breech the topic unless you do, first.

Toji is a dick.

He really is. He lent you his car, the best up, old Honda Civic with the rearview mirror missing, the one he's crashed about a dozen times. Yet when you 'fess up to him that you scratched it, he gets so mean.

"You're a dumbass, don't you know how to fuckin' drive?!" he yells, and yells, and yells. Even with tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, he doesn't stop, keeps at it-until he raises a hand to emphasize his point, and you flinch.

He knows he's an asshole. He does, but for you to think he could ever hurt you...he freezes, arm slowly dropping back down, finally quiet.

Toji doesn't know how to apologize. He's never had to before, more used to leaving a difficult situation than bother facing it. But he doesn't want to leave this, leave you-so he stays there, a long moment, noticing the tears in your eyes, the way you avoid his gaze.

He doesn't know why he acts this way, he fucking wishes he did. He knows he loves you, knows he cares so, so much, so why? Why does he act like a feral dog, when he wants you to be his leash so badly?

You're the one that walks away first, turning your back as you exit the room, slamming the door behind you. And for his part, he lets you, afraid he'd bare his fangs and bite if he followed you, even if he doesn't want to. He's left every good thing he ever found in his life, knowing that if he'd stay he'd mess it up, break it beyond repair.

God, he hopes so desperately he didn't ruin you, too. Perhaps he should leave. Before it's too late.

[its-avalon-08]

hey can you write that Carlos Sainz is his wife Y/N (she is also Spanish) are nicknamed the couple the funny ones in the paddock because they often play pranks on each other on TikTok and they often tease each other because they have the same personality as it's their humor and that they are both tactile

glitter and lucky socks

the air in imola crackled with nervous energy, race day for the emilia romagna grand prix. but amidst the tension, a familiar giggle echoed through the ferrari garage. there, carlos sainz, in his pristine red race suit, was doubled over, socks clutched in his hand.

"no, no, no!" he wheezed, laughing so hard he was struggling to breathe. "that can't be real! y/n, you didn't!"

across the garage, you, his ever-playful wife, smirked, phone in hand. "y/n! you dyed my lucky socks pink?" carlos' voice, laced with mock horror, reached your ears.

you winked, feigning innocence. "what socks, cariño? i haven't seen any pink socks around."

carlos knew that look. it was the same mischievous glint he saw reflected back in his own eyes every time he'd snuck toothpaste into your shampoo or replaced your coffee with a peppermint smoothie (much to your initial disgust since you hated it, but ultimate amusement).

"oh, come on," he whined, getting up and moving to grab you from your waist. "mi amor ¿por qué debes burlarte de mí? (my love why must you tease me?). y/n still holding up her phone, to record her shenanigans, had small tears in her eyes following her husband's reaction. after posting the tiktok the caption read: 'sending some extra luck to my favorite driver (don't worry, they're his backup pair) #f1 #pranksforsainz #losdivertidos

the video had already blown up, with comments like "y/n is savage" and "carlos, your wife is a menace!" erupting like virtual popcorn.

charles leclerc, carlos' teammate, strolled by, phone in hand. he glanced at the video, then at carlos' pink-socked foot, and burst out laughing. "mate, you're doomed!"

carlos groaned, but a smile tugged at his lips. you two were known in the paddock as 'the funny ones'. your constant pranks, playful teasing, and the undeniable fact that you seemed to share the same mischievous personality – it was all part of your humor, your way of showing affection. as charles saw the way carlos and y/n looked at eachother he chuckled as he remembered the times carlos had put a whoopie pillow down on y/n's chair infront of the ceo of ferrari much to her horror or how y/n had replaced carlos's hair gel with glitter. the two were madly in love and in such a serious world, they still found time to be human.

charles continued to recall how carlos would always hold you in anyway he could, how he would grasp on to your pinky finger in a crowd, how y/n would always hug carlos from behind, the way carlos and y/n's hand were permanently intertwined. amidst all the pranks and jokes, the couple knew each other inside and out.

later, after the race (which carlos, miraculously, managed to win, pink socks and all), you found him in the pits, a towel draped over his shoulders.

"so," you said, leaning in for a kiss that left him breathless, "about that luck i sent your way..."

carlos chuckled, pulling you into a hug. "you're lucky i love you," he mumbled against your hair.

"and you're lucky i put the real socks back in your bag before you left for the grid," you whispered, earning a playful shove that sent you both into another fit of laughter.

as mechanics swarmed around them, celebrating the win, charles shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. there they go again, he thought. those two are a riot. but then he saw you plant a big, lipstick-stained kiss on carlos' cheek, and a warmth spread through him. maybe a little paddock romance wasn't such a bad thing after all.

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[mayolive-writes]

The Love Plaza | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x AFAB Reader

Summary: Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Wordcount: 4102

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Smut, Best Friends to lovers, Oneshot(?)

Warnings: Dry humping, mild awkwardness (these poor virgins), no penetration (this time), They’re so cute and down bad

Minors DNI

A/N: thought this would be a fun writing prompt to exercise my humor muscle. I often feel that my writing lacks comedic relief, so this was good practice! I wanted this to be goofy as shit, because friends to lovers is just that much sweeter when it’s goofy. I do have a couple other WIPs with this couple though!! One that’s fluffy and another that is significantly spicier.

Enjoy!!

The Love Plaza | Moonlight Trampoline Adventure | Labret

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

You must be shitting me.

Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. Jungkook reads the sign in disbelief. The only lodging in 70 miles was a damned love motel. The bright red neon “18+” sign mocks him.

Unbelievable.

"Hell no, I can keep driving," Jungkook turns to you, there's no way you'd be okay with this.

"Jeon Jungkook, we've been driving on and off for 14 hours in a cramped truck with enough leg room for a toddler. We're both exhausted." You flash him a stern look, "we were honked at five times because we were going off the road!" With a light smack of his chest, you giggle, "besides, maybe they have a room with separate beds!" Your voice drips with sarcasm, calm about the entire situation.

Except you weren't.  Inside, you were screaming. A fucking love hotel in the middle of nowhere? This is a sick joke. But despite your inner turmoil, you keep a humored face.

"You're sure?" Jungkook asks again, just to make sure.

Cocking your eyebrow, you give him an incredulous look, "the other option is getting into a crash. I don’t think coffee and 5-hour-energy can't help us now, bun."

He sighs. With every passing second, he can feel his heart losing years of life. This definitely isn’t healthy.

A bell sounds as you and Jungkook enter, catching the eye of a desk clerk. The shabby motel is surprisingly chic inside, with modern hardwood tile, and wallpaper patterned with soft wisteria, giving the space a fresh feeling.

"Hey there! Do you have a reservation?" The smile on the clerk's face is practiced, but falters when he sees the both of you in sweatpants and t-shirts. 

He concludes on his own, no, you don't have a reservation.

As you both walk awkwardly up to the desk, the clerk continues, "just the two of you?"

Jungkook answers, "uh--yeah." You spot a basket on the counter and tap Jungkook on the shoulder, pointing.

It's full of different sized condoms in every bright color imaginable. Pink, blue, orange, yellow, purple, green.

You both hold back silly smiles, doing your utmost to keep cool. 

"And do you perhaps--" you pick up a condom out of the basket and Jungkook chokes. He takes a moment before looking at the smiley clerk again, "have a room with separate beds?"

The clerk simply stares at Jungkook. Separate beds? In a love motel?

There's been very few moments in Jungkook's life when he was truly Flustered.

1. Confessing to Sandy Morrison in second grade. 

2. His first kiss in 11th grade.

3. Figuring out that maybe he wasn’t totally straight.

4. Seeing you, his best friend and crush of at least 6 years,  pick up a large condom, neatly packed in bright neon orange wrapping, and pocketing it for some ungodly reason.

Shit.

What are you doing?

You yourself don't know what the hell you're doing. There’s zero intention in your mind of using the condom, of course--not that you wouldn't like to. But you're just trying to have fun. What else do you do in a love hotel? With this thought, you promptly lose your shit when you sight a shelf near the clerk desk that displays a variety of items.

Lube, lace garters (neatly packed in plastic packaging, fancy!), satin blindfolds, fuzzy handcuffs (red, pink, blue, black, and orange!), and the cherry on top--a brochure of "The Best Positions For A Night of Passion!"

The cackle you hold in makes you shake. You hop over to the shelf and ask the clerk, "how much for these?" Pointing to the handcuffs.

The clerk is now thoroughly confused at the contrasting interests in both you and Jungkook, who is flushed in the face--both from embarrassment and holding his laughter in. "Um... They're all a dollar, the pamphlet is free."

The clerk looks back to Jungkook, "and, sir, I'm sorry, but we don't have rooms with separate beds," leaning forward to whisper, he continues, "if you guys are fighting, take the couch." 

Well, it was worth a shot.

Once you're both checked in, Jungkook is about to walk away. That is, before he sees you go up to the desk clerk with one of each item that was displayed on the shelf. 

Oh. 

My.

God.

The clerk looks at Jungkook, his expression screaming, "dude, I can't believe you wanted separate beds!"

You happily stride beside Jungkook through the motel hallway, kinky bag in hand while he carries the luggage. You must be insane. Having finally reached room 40, you both realize that Jungkook’s hands are full of your bags. Awkwardly, you dig into his front pocket, feeling for the card.

"Um..." you look up when he speaks up, "it's in the other pocket.”

Oh. Oops.

You dig through his other pocket. 

why are these damn things so dee--

What. Was. That.

Jungkook gasps.

You gasp.

Realizing what you’ve just done, you flinch away, “Oh my god! I’m so fucking sorry--" Jungkook is utterly speechless. This night just keeps getting more and more inconceivable. He says nothing as you dig more cautiously and finally yank out the godforsaken key.

One minute later you're finally in the room, with yours and Jungkook’s cheeks throbbing red.

Nice one, y/n.

As you both walk further in, you gasp. All other thoughts vanish at the sight.

Jesus Christ, what a night.

"Oh my god, Koo!" You drag him in faster and he sees you fall into a burst of laughter, and once he sees it too, promptly loses his composure at the ridiculous sight.

The bed is obviously heart-shaped, the sheets are red satin, and the blankets are pink velvet. The mattress is adorned with frilly heart pillows and lacy detailing, with a black headboard screwed into the wall (which is probably for the best).

You both share gazes of utter astonishment, only to fall over yourselves once more. The sheer ridiculousness of it all hitting you full force. Jungkook’s laughter only falters when he notices that there isn't a couch.

This leaves him with two options. Share the bed with you and sacrifice a sleepless night resulting in another 10 hours of hell tomorrow, or sleep on the plush black carpeted floor and spend the next week with achy muscles and a crick in the neck.

He's gonna have to sleep on the fucking floor.

Quietly, Jungkook goes into the bathroom, leaving you to your own devices.

One bed. God, what a cliché. Jeon Jungkook will not be brought down by some fanfic writer’s wet dream.

Despite the inconvenience of the motel, Jungkook is relieved as the hot water spews from the showerhead. He’s needed this all day. Each muscle becomes looser, and Jungkook finds himself relaxing as the sound of water hitting the floor puddles in his mind.

6 long years.

Jungkook was twelve when he realized he had a big, fat, disgusting crush on you. But he knew it wasn’t a big deal. Crushes pass and fade. It’s impossible not to have a crush at that age.

Jungkook was 16 when he realized it wasn’t just a crush anymore. The poor bastard was head over heels. Down for the count. Your smile made his heart burn—he’d do anything to see it. He’d pull up pictures of you on his phone on the rare occasion he couldn’t see you, just to make sure he could at least see your smile every day. He recalls feeling stupid for feeling so fuzzy about you all the time, but what’s shameful about wanting to see someone you love happy and smiling? Nothing.

At some point, it turned physical. Absolute hell. He felt complete and utter shame the first time he touched himself while thinking about you. It was deplorable how badly and how often he yearned for your lips on his body.  

Throughout high school, Jungkook could barely look at anyone else other than you. Others could tell, most didn’t even try making a move on him. Except for his first kiss, taking place after prom in the parking lot. He remembers apologizing profusely to his date the next day, admitting that he just didn’t feel that way about them.

During graduation, he almost slipped. Almost confessed that he wanted to give it a shot. The longing was becoming too much. But no matter how close he came to finally spitting it out he’d always chicken out. You meant too much. And it felt… wrong to spring it on you.

But this? He might break in two. He’s insane, he knows, but that millisecond where you accidentally touched him through his pants almost made him hydroplane, losing all traction on reality.

A knock on the door yanks Jungkook out of his murky thoughts. “If you use up all the hot water, I’ll personally annihilate you, Kookie.”

He can’t hold back a smirk, “yeah, yeah, I’m almost done.”

If hot showers were personified, you’d marry them. Specifically, the ones taken after your best friend, with his scent still lingering. This night has been one hell of a rollercoaster, and you take your time washing away the 14 hours of uncomfortable driving and cleanse your airways. Jungkook has always smelled like home to you. Years of friendship will do that to a person. Not even your own family can make you feel at ease like he does, with the way he shines. Bright enough to feel warm, but not so bright as to scare anyone away.

7 long years.

You were 11 when you realized you had a big, fat, disgusting crush on Jungkook. But you’d had countless meaningless crushes at that age, he was just a crush out of convenience, right?

Wrong.

You were 16 when you realized it wasn’t just a crush anymore. Something about Jungkook’s demeanor with you changed. He was always nice to you, but as Jungkook matured, his rough-and-tumble attitude crumbled away into something softer, cushier, and sweeter. It was unbearable. Whenever he put a secure arm around your shoulder, your heart would squeeze, and then release. First yearning, then comfort.

You wanted him. In more than one way. Never in a million years would you live down the shame from the first time you let him invade your thoughts alone at night. It wasn’t that long ago, really. Jungkook had turned 18, and He wasted little to no time in getting a lip piercing. You nonchalantly said it looked cool, but it kept you up that night.

It was becoming too much, but with graduation fast approaching you thought you’d finally have your out. You’d go off to college, and as much as you’d miss your best friend, you knew you needed to get away, and hopefully the love would fade with time.

Well, that was before you found out that Jungkook was going to the same college as you.

It was pure coincidence.

So here you are. Desperately trying to wash away your increasing desire on both fronts, romantically and sexually.

Regretfully, you step out of the shower into the cold bathroom air. In an instant you’re pulling Jungkook’s stolen hoodie over your head.

The room is dead silent when you leave the bathroom, and you spot Jungkook resting peacefully on the heart-shaped bed. His eyes are closed. It’s moments like these that make you want to give in and just tell him. So what if he doesn’t feel the same way? So what if he doesn’t fight back the urge to kiss you every day? So. Fucking. What.

He’s your best friend. That’s fucking what.

Losing him is not an option.

“Gook?” Jungkook is lightly startled, and you almost feel bad for waking him. “Hey, can you move over?”

“Huh?” He groggily looks around, then realizes, “Oh—yeah, yeah, just a sec.”

With sloth-like movements, Jungkook grabs a pillow and a blanket from the bed and lays them on the floor, but before he can slip down onto the carpet you stop him, “woah, woah, woah. What’re you doing?”

“Uhhh, going to sleep?”

“On the floor? We’ve shared a bed before, doofus.”

“yeah, when we were like, nine.” Jungkook retorts. Please, God. Don’t do this to him.

You know it’ll be hell sharing a bed with him, but you’d feel like shit making him sleep on the floor. “What’re you afraid of, catching cooties? Come on, bun, it’s not a big deal.” It is a big deal. It is such a stupidly big deal.

Jungkook takes a moment to read your eyes, only a feeling a twinge of awkwardness. With reluctance, he moves the blanket and pillow back onto the bed and climbs in first. He can do this.

You climb in behind him, settling in quickly. His back is to you, thank God, but warmth is radiating from his body. You can’t do this.

Deep breaths, deep breaths. Focus.

Focus on the patter of the rain outside. Focus on the whirring of the ceiling fan above. Focus on the softness of the sheets. Focus on the warmth of the blankets. Focus on the smell of the detergent. Focus on the smell of Jungkook’s shampoo.

Wait, no. Don’t focus on that.

Hell freezes over in the time it takes for you to get comfortable.

It feels like infinity has passed by as Jungkook lays deathly still. One movement and he’ll shatter. The bed feels smaller than it looks. The proximity is too much. He can hear your deep breaths, can feel them in how your back lightly hits his with every intake of air. His body feels like it’ll start vibrating. His chest feels like it might implode. His thoughts are spiraling. He just wants you.

Eyes. Closed. Mouth. Closed. Mind. A work in progress. Sheep, count sheep.

1…

2…

3…

Just fall asleep. Please. You tell yourself.

Closing your eyes, you count the seconds as they pass by into minutes. You’re on minute 28 when a haze finally begins to ease you. But some prick outside of your room drops something heavy and you hear them giggling and walking away. You hope they have a terrible night’s sleep. Even if they weren’t planning on sleeping anyway.

Being conscious again, it’s impossible to ignore it. You can’t take it. You can’t. His warmth, his smell. His smile, his laugh.

Him.

Something possesses you. Chest aching painfully, heart beating mercilessly.

You whisper.

“Jungkook,”

“Yeah?” He curses the waver in his voice as your body shifts around to face his back. It takes him a moment before he has enough courage to turn around.

Your eyes.

Your eyes are big and wide, you look scared and excited all at once. “Jungkook, I…”

What are you doing?

You must be insane.

Just forget it.

But there’s no going back.

Do it.

Just say it.

Say it.

Fucking say it.

You like—

No.

He gently reaches for your hand beneath the blanket. The mingling of your fingers calms your mind, eases your breathing. “Thanks,” a whisper is sent across the small distance that separates the two of you. “How do you feel about me?”

Jungkook stares. Huh? That’s all? He chuckles, “We’ve been friends since we were like, four. It’s a good bet that I like you.”

You blink. What an absolute dunce. “No, you stupid asshat, how do you feel about me?” All this courage makes your mouth keep moving, “I mean… I feel something, and sometimes it seems like you feel something too. Can you like, tell me if it’s just me?”

Jungkook’s eyes go wide, his warm hand slipping away.

Oh. You’ve made a huge mistake.

Or so you think before he’s crawling to hover over you, hands beside your head. “You like me?”

It’s your turn for your eyes to bulge, your face burning at the position, one that you’ve imagined at least a million times. Head turning away, you reiterate, “Unfortunately.”

His head falls to your shoulder, “Oh my god. Holy shit, oh my God. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this shit, holy fucking shit.” You patiently wait for his rambling to stop, but you’re confused now. He’s on top of you. This man is on top of you but hasn’t said anything about how he feels yet.

The only natural response is to flick his forehead, of course.

“Hey, ouch!”

You exaggerate the clearing of your throat, “’holy shit, I can’t believe this shit.’ Isn’t a super direct answer, Jeon Jungkook.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re mean?”

“Aww did I hurt you fee—” His lips touch yours softly, but it doesn’t last long enough before he falls back to his side of the bed.

“It’s not just you,” Your hands find each other again.

A thick silence rests over you, despite your staggering heart. You want him to kiss you again, desperately. You push yourself to ask, “kiss me again? Maybe longer this time?”

Jungkook obliges wordlessly, leaning over to press his lips against yours once more. It’s slow, cautious, unsure. Your body feels tense, making it difficult to feel excited. Not sure what to do, you pull him closer by his sweatshirt, forcing your bodies to touch.

It feels like he’s melting into you. His lips are still shaky, but he pushes forward, placing his hand on your hip as you wrap a leg over his body. Creating even less distance between you. There’s a heavy breath.

“Um… okay, pause.” Your eyes meet. He nods and his fingers brush through your hair, playing with it casually and awaiting your next request. In this wide expanse of time, the tingle of him playing with your hair lulls your mind and heart.  

“Again?”

Third time’s the charm, right?

With less hesitance than before, Jungkook finds your lips again, keeping his hand buried in your hair. This time, it’s more comfortable, and your lips tingle. Unsure of what to do with yourself, your hands grip his sweatshirt even tighter, and you find it in yourself to lean in closer, breath quickening less from nerves and more from pleasure.

How many times had you thought of this? Each scenario being different, passionate and fiery. And yet of the hundreds of daydreams, none of them were accurate. Despite the underlying awkwardness, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

All thoughts drift away when Jungkook’s lips leave your own, and before you can protest, they fall upon your neck. Far more astonishing is when he drags you on top of him, changing your positions.

A quiet gasp escapes. Woah, woah woah, buddy.

But your surprise doesn’t stop him from dragging his lips to the other side of your neck. You feel your legs go numb. With his stupid lips on your neck still, he asks, “Is this okay?”

There’s a lot of fumbling in your brain before you can answer, “mhm… I’ve thought about this a lot.”

“Oh really? How much of it?” This stupid bitch.

“Shut up before you ruin it, just keep going.” You have no clue, but to Jungkook, the breathlessness in your voice feels like kryptonite.

Slipping a hand beneath your hoodie, you jolt at his touch. “How far do you want me to go?”

You squirm, “Um… I don’t know yet, is that okay?”

“Good, cuz’ I don’t know either. We can stop at any point.” Becoming impatient, you only give him a nod before you guide his hand to slip further into your hoodie. The trail of his touch his tingly, unpredictable, exciting. The gentle nature in the way he feels you causes your body to take on a mind of its own as your hips sink into Jungkook, forcing a groan from his lips. “Fuck, do that again.” You follow his instruction, and he lets out another noise of pleasure. It sends a spark coursing through you, leaning in to kiss him again. It’s messier this time, the caress of his hand on your skin making the simple task of breathing complicated. Your hips push down again, and the bulge you feel beneath you makes you gasp. In quick succession, Jungkook’s fingers brush over the tip of your breast, and to your utter shock a whine flows out of your lips. Your legs lose more strength, and you follow instinct. One hand slips beneath Jungkook’s shirt, and the jerk has the audacity to cup your breast in retaliation, dragging another whine out of you. Your head falls to his neck, partially because you feel like jelly, and partially because you want to leave a string of kisses to match what he so generously left on you prior.

With each kiss your hands keep exploring his torso and chest. If he can play dirty, so can you.

Or so you thought.

He pulls the neckline of your hoodie down to gain access to your collarbone before leaning up and licking a bold stripe from your clavicle up to your neck, dragging your body closer all the while. And when he latches on to the crook of your neck, sucking hard and meeting your hips as they subconsciously grind into him, you release a moan.

“There you go.”

You see through hazy vision the smirk on his face. Different from any that you’ve seen in your countless years of friendship.

He does it again, latching onto a spot along your collarbone and sucking, harsh but loving. Easing the sting with another swipe of his tongue.

The room is soon a quiet orchestra of heavy breaths and stifled groans, whines, and moans.

Time feels nonexistent.

“I think I want you to touch me, koo--”

“You think?”

You whine, “God, I don’t know—I just need more.”

He groans, “Fuck, babe.”

His hands securely grip your hips, and guide them to grind down onto him, hard. His sweatpants barely getting in the way.

You gasp at first, but as he keeps guiding your hips you let out a moan, louder than the one before. You cover your lips, not wanting to be heard by anyone outside.

“shit babe, please don’t be quiet, please—”

As the rhythm of your hips continue, you lean down, resting your head beside Jungkook’s ear, hoping that the muffle of the pillows will prevent anyone other than Jungkook hearing you. You let go, letting your moans flow, as his hips meet yours. Each sound you let out into his ear brings Jungkook closer to his breaking point.

“Keep going Koo, I’m close.” You whisper, and the sounds Jungkook lets out sound almost painful.

“Fuck, I love you.” He whines. And with barley another thrust of his hips, he comes undone beneath you. He keeps his grip on your hips, continuing to bring your hips down onto him.

You can barely manage “I love you too, Koo” before you find release.

The butterflies haven’t subsided yet. You’re clean and warm in bed again with Jungkook, hands and hearts intertwined. This time sleep feels more possible, but you can’t help but want to talk.

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“some of that felt awkward, right?”

“Well, I don’t think anything is more awkward than when we were forced to take a bath together when we were toddlers just cuz’ we got all muddy in the rain.”

You giggle as Jungkook pulls you in closer against his chest. “Yeah, sex ain’t shit compared to that.”

The warmth lulled you into a comfortable silence. You can’t remember the last time you felt this content, and you never want it to end. Every night this is what you want. Hands fit together loosely, blanket tangled between your bodies.

Jungkook will process with time that this is his new reality. His new reality in which you fall asleep in his arms, in which he can pull you closer, hold you tighter, and play with your fingers as he drifts off into a dreamland that couldn’t possibly match what he has with you. No one knows what the future holds, but Jungkook sure as hell hopes that you’re a part of it.

This shaggy love motel did more good than he thought it would.

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[mrsnancywheeler]

the lakes (6) // finnick odair x f. reader

merry christmas to all who celebrate, my gift to you 🎄

summary: it's supposed to be over, you and Finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.

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midnight rain

5k words

warnings: angst, fluff, SMUT MDNI (y'all better eat it up while it's here bc this might be one of like twice or three times so merry christmas lmao), orgasm denial, teasing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slightly mean finnick but also softdom, mentions and allusions to trafficking and sexual trauma, self-hate, manipulation of someone's feelings, allusions to death/violence, pnv, usage of weapons, terms of endearment, no use of y/n, unedited, cumming inside, mental health issues, self doubt, hypocritical reader, savior complex finnick

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Cold air hit your skin as the doors to the training center opened, instantly you could feel the onslaught of goosebumps on your arms. “Remember brush up on skills, knives, spears and number one objective-”

"Katniss.” You finished for him. "You go get your hands back on that trident, and hopefully my instincts will remember what it takes to throw a knife or a spear.”

"If not, work on some survival skills, but I think the instincts will kick in.” You tilted your head to the side, uncertain but humoring the idea. He kissed you softly, “See you soon."

"I'm only going to be a few hundred feet away, Finnick.” You smiled and he did too.

“Well that's a few hundred feet too far.”

"Good thing you can come find me anytime you want.” Squeezing his hand as you reluctantly took a few steps back.

“You don't want to come and admire me back in my element?" He joked, his grin bearing his shining teeth.

“In your dreams, Odair."

“Absolutely!" Finnick's eyebrows quirked up before you finally pulled yourself out of his magnetic field to focus on the more viral thing, survival.

It had been so long since you'd thrown a knife with purpose, over half a decade which had been what you felt most confident in. Of course there had been a couple times, admittedly more than a couple, when your nerves spiked up and a moment where you were simply making dinner, chopping something up, to being spooked by a noise that led to a knife wedged in a wall or cupboard. So Finnick cooked and cut, he wasn't as easily startled or on edge.

This year they had clearly made more of an investment into the training, a little pad verifying it was you when you stood on the elevated block. You took a second before lifting the tiny weapons from where they lay, the weight was instantly familiar in a way that made your chest heave. It felt like you were that same young girl again, trying to see what could help her survive, help her overcome others. Finnick has been right, how to throw a knife, how to throw it to kill, all came back like child's play.

The instant the first hologram appeared it was like your brain went on autopilot, they weren't real but your brain was screaming, survive, survive, survive. Each knife flew from your hand with lethal aim, your arms instinctively knew what to do, how to throw precisely as fast as possible. So you trusted your body when suddenly the simulation was over, you felt your head coming back to reality. It was terrifying, you'd felt like you were in a dizzy high and suddenly you were that same young girl terrified in the arena. Full of guilt and regret for the lives you'd taken.

“I thought your weapon of choice was a spear." A voice cut through your thoughts, bringing your thoughts back to the person you were now. Peeta, ever outgoing and charismatic just as he'd been depicted, with an untrusting looking Katniss not far behind.

“No, that's what was convenient at the end, but the spear was never mine, it was-"

“Conway’s." Katniss finished the name you hated saying, hated remembering for you. “You killed in the Bloodbath with knives and then the girl from District 2." She must have been rewatching everyone's games, learning their tactics.

“Ironic, weren't they the District 2 girl from last year's weapon of choice as well?" You asked, stepping off the platform.

“Yes." She was tense, stiff it radiated off of her, stagnating the air.

“When there's such limited options, it's hard to get much differentiation. You certainly helped mix the bag last year.” Not just with her little bow and arrow, you hoped she knew what you were really saying, but couldn't with the people watching from above. She probably didn't, she was like a guard dog who didn't know whether or not one could be warmed up too, but would always assume the worst.

“I'm glad that was entertaining." Her voice was bitter as if she had no idea that everyone here has gone through the exact same trauma and felt the same way.

“It certainly was for them." You glanced upwards, towards the head game maker and his cronies observing you all like lab rats. “Most of us were." The Morphlings certainly had to be the most boring show of all, to those who couldn't realize it was such a smart tactic to stay alive, even if it didn't make great daytime television.

“You should teach us how to throw sometime." Peeta inserted himself back into the conversation. "If you want, we could teach each other things. I could go over camouflage.” He offered with a smile.

“Yeah of course!" You smiled back. “When you blended into the rocks by that stream, it was truthfully unfathomable in talent to be able to do that."

“And Katniss can shoot, I'm sure you've seen, but she never misses." Katniss shot him a glare, "Just following Haymitch's orders.” Peeta shrugged before his eye was caught by Johanna finishing up with her ax training. “I should get a formal introduction." He was walking away when Katniss spoke again.

“Why'd you volunteer for that girl?" She asked, and you turned your head towards her.

“For Annie?" You felt like it was obvious, but Katniss just nodded. “I wasn't going to put her through this again, that wouldn't have been fair of me. I couldn't let any of them, I couldn't have lived with myself if I had, so I might as well die on that hill now." Your candor seemed to make her less stiff. “You know, she was the first tribute I mentored. Years after my games, I did everything I could to help her win, to prepare her, but I couldn't prepare her for what happened after. Seeing her after that it was like I failed." Annie would forever be known as the one who went "a little crazy.” Maybe that was a blessing though, maybe it saved her from a much worse fate. Katniss' eyes finally looked more soft, not off guard, but not blocked off from your words.

“Even though you know this time only one of you can come out?" Her eyes briefly flickered towards Finnick before landing back on you.

“I'm not expecting to be the one who makes it out and she wouldn't have either. It's worth it to save her, he'll be fine without me." The words were too raw, too much like being stripped naked, but you knew you needed her to trust you and being honest would probably be the most effective route. Of course she couldn't completely trust you if she'd watched your games, you didn't blame her for that, but you just needed a little of it. “It's not different from what you did for your sister, sometimes you just know when that person needs to be protected no matter what that means for you."

Katniss began walking over to where the spears were located, “Like Peeta said, if you show me how to use the spear and the knives, I can show you how to shoot the bow and what plants and berries you can trust." This was her way of some form of acceptance you realized and internally congratulated yourself.

“Sounds like a deal to me." You picked one of the heavy spears up, it was also just as you remembered. It brought back flashes of the boy who taught you how to use it, the boy you'd killed with it. You could tell what she was thinking as you held it, how you used Conway, used his emotions and then his own weapon. “You know, the funny thing is people act like he didn't know, but that’s really what made it so brilliant.” Katniss looked confused as you stepped into the platform, which confirmed it was you. "Looking back you realize how early on he had me figured out and was playing me right back, I really think that's what endeared us to each other in the first place. He was trying to beat me at my own game almost from the beginning and I didn't even realize.” You launched the spear into the first hologram before quickly grabbing the other as Katniss watched on, absorbing the seemingly impromptu rant. “I can't blame him, I don't blame him even if I'm the one who gets it all placed on my head, which I probably deserve." Another spear knocking the hologram figure apart. The final one ready to fly. “You just have to remember who the real enemy is."

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"You two already have an advantage being from District 4, plenty of opportunities to practice with what you would be good at using in lessons. So stick with whatever you were good at then to impress, but don't forget to learn other skills that could be life saving in the long run.” Finnick was breaking down the plan for the two of you as the walk for the first training session with the other tributes was about to ensue. Although it went unspoken you'd also been blessed with extra practice even from back when you were dating Finnick in the district, he was so anxious that he needed to ensure you knew how to protect yourself. That you polished your skills, which he was sure you could do.

"Show off your strengths, but don't forget you're not just impressing the gamemakers, but the approval of other tributes can be vital. Alliances are important.” Ondine added.

Finnick nodded in agreement, “Another advantage from District 4, is the availability of the Career pack of tributes. All of the best trained and prepared tributes, especially if you show off enough to impress Districts 1 & 2 you're both a shoe-in. I'd encourage that as the strongest choice."

“I don't think we should do that." Conway’s voice of disagreement made you stop in your tracks. What was wrong with him? What could possibly be going on in his head that possessed him to argue with your mentor, someone who'd won before? Finnick raised an eyebrow, in a look you could only describe as patronizing. “I'm just saying that also means they're the best prepared to stab us in the back when it comes down to it. If we ally with tributes from a less prominent district it could make it easier when it comes down to it, make it less vicious.” He was delusional, it would be vicious no matter what when there were just a few people left.

You looked at Ondine who’s eyes were closed as she shook her head, Finnick's arms were crossed as he looked at the two of you, and Conway looked expectantly right at you. Then it hit you, this was a test. In order to maintain his trust in the fantasy you'd been carefully creating you'd have to take his side, prove you weren't loyal to every thing Finnick muttered. Even if it was hypocritical it angered you, it felt hellishly unfair that he would put you in a predicament like that. Who cared about the relationship between you and Finnick when he was the mentor offering advice to save both of your lives?

Conway pointed at you, urging you for a response. “I mean, what do you think? I'm just babbling aloud, I'll drop it if you think it's stupid." Maybe you were just paranoid, no, this was definitely a loyalty test. To him your love would mean support, it would mean unwavering devotion. So you painfully forced a caring, understanding look in your eyes, for your muscles to relax, and a loving smile on your face.

“Of course we should keep our options open, I mean we're not even there yet, the Careers this year might not even be the best options. You're right, Conway, we should consider every path to help us." Of course the Careers would be prepared, he was going to get you killed if he kept pulling this. Reasoning that at least your actions were well calculated not blindly emotional scrutinization. It made you slightly resent him, but the answer seemed to satisfy him as he grinned at the other two before beginning to walk again.

The slight spring in his step was obvious to anyone paying close enough attention, it upset you. When you hoped Conway wasn't watching, you shot a look towards Finnick. It was quick, but you grimaced and hoped your eyes could express your annoyance. Although the bob of his head was equally quick you could see he understood and was feeling just as enraged as you felt if not more. How could Conway claim to care about you when he could threaten a potentially life saving alliance to try and prove a point about how much you felt for him over Finnick? Although Finnick still wore a charming smile you could feel him seething and it comforted you somehow to know that he would never, that he would always pick safety, your safety and that he wouldn't stand for Conway’s games either. Even if rationally it did make sense, you were messing with him which both you and Finnick knew, but there wasn't time to think on that when it was life and death.

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“You're brilliant, even if it pains me to admit that you beat me to it." Finnick shook his head, smiling wildly. Haymitch had informed you that so far Katniss would have liked you as an ally if it weren't for the package deal that included Finnick. A feat considering all the tributes that wanted to ally with her after her impressive show in the archery station. It had truly been amazing, how smoothly she used the weapon, and how accurate she was.

“Well, you're welcome." You pecked him on the lips, smiling. Sitting down on the bed and smoothing out your robe, Finnick soon followed.

“I love you so much." He mumbled as he crashed down onto the mattress.

“I love you too, Finnick." Your head lay down by his, quietly counting the freckles scattered across his face.

“Staring is rude." His eyes shone with his internal brightness that he couldn't hide from you.

“Isn't that a perk I should get being your wife and all?" He scooted closer, nose brushing against yours.

“I suppose. Don't know why you'd need to, there's no need to memorize when you're stuck with me forever now."

“Good." There was nothing you wanted more than to see his handsome face every day, from when you woke to when you slept and every moment in between.

His hot hands embraced your cold face, making you shiver and he smirked. It was so patronizing, how he knew that his skin to yours was like fire on ice so you had no choice but to melt, but you couldn't stop yourself from softening anyways. Before you could even try and conjure up words to try and call him out, his lips were on yours.

He wasn't aggressive, never, but his gentleness didn't take away from his control. Your lips chased him and suddenly you were beneath him, swept up in his plush lips. Hands searched for him before he pulled his face away. You couldn't stop yourself before you whined at the removal of his lips from yours, pouting at him.

He scoffed, looking down at you slightly condescending, “Really, angel?" You could feel your face heating up as his eyes gazed at you, his hand delicately tracing the hem of your robe. “We don't have to do this, if you don't want to, sweet girl. You have to communicate with me, I don't want to push you, if you even don't feel comfortable you need to tell me." It felt like too much in the moment when it seemed so blatantly obvious that you wanted him, craved him. But it also made you love him so much more.

For so long it had been difficult to even be touched. The Capitol had come in and dug their talons into you, your own intimacy didn't even belong to you. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. You'd tried to push it down, he'd dealt with it for so much longer, since he was so much younger. Pushing it down didn't stop the roots of trauma from taking root deep within your soul though.

You felt guilty for not being able to give yourself in so many ways to Finnick who was unbelievably patient, of course he was, he understood, he cared. When you'd finally grazed your hand against his and let him grab it, the pureness of the touch was enough to make you burst into tears. That made it more difficult too though, your tears. A tactic that had once seemed wise in winning over the Capitol as a sweet, innocent girl had come back to bite you. Echoes of how pretty you were when you cried.

When you'd finally given that part of yourself to Finnick, of your own accord, the will that has usually been taken from you. He'd made sure you wouldn't regret it, he brought back the positives of intimacy which you'd forgotten about. You were so used to calling upon the tears as you zoned out, floated away. But not with Finnick, never with him. Where you both belonged to each other and were truly connected as one.

“Are you comfortable?" You asked softly. It felt selfish that he was so worried about you with what he'd been through as well, like it was too much about you.

Finnick sighed, “Don't do that." You looked at him quizzically, “Averting the question, you shouldn't be doing it to please me, I'll be okay. I wouldn't have gotten this far if I wasn't.” His hand stroked the side of your face which chased each movement. "Are you certain you want this? I'm not going to be upset if you say no, angel.” The way he loved you so deeply to be going step by step wasn't even grating anymore it just made your heart buzz even more.

"I do want this Finnick, I know what to say if it is too much.” The thumb grazing your neck was enough to make your eyes roll back, your entire body sensitive with the waiting.

Finnick nodded, slowly. Making sure you weren't just trying to appease him, "Color?”

You sighed dramatically, "Green.” He tugged your hair lightly, "Ow!”

"So impatient, trying to take good care of my girl and she's too desperate to appreciate it.” He shook his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

You pouted, “I'm sorry, Finnick. I'm just-" You gasped as his hand slipped in your rope, warm hand grazing the cold, hardness of your nipple. Legs rubbing together, his other hand, instantly sitting between them to hold them still.

“Speak up, angel. Just what?" That's what you appreciated so much, he was dominant, took care of you without the casual cruelty others often used. Of course he could be cruel in the best way, a type that still cared and knew what the line was and respected it.

“Need you, please. So, so bad." Your hands grabbed his shoulders, then the sides of his neck desperately trying to feel more of his warmth.

He hummed condescendingly, “You do?" His hand left your breast to the toe of the robe which he slowly unknotted. You nodded, brows furrowed as you tried to buck your hips. The hand prevented your legs from getting closer together, hitting your inner thigh but not in a forceful manner. “Come on sweet girl, can't you behave for me, won't you be my good girl?" His ocean eyes had you nodding along mindlessly. “Words."

“Yes, please, I just, please I need more."

“So needy." The knot on your robe untied, falling open to reveal you to the crisp air. His hand trailing down to where you needed him most, the feeling already sending shocks through your body. You wanted desperately to buck your hips up once again but resisted. He chucked, “Is this all for me? I haven't even really touched you yet." You nodded desperately, the teasing made you want to cry in desperation. Which was fine, but thinking about it scared you, the way they'd taken away two things that were so natural, so personal would distract you.

“Finnick." You said shakily and the time instantly made his face get serious.

“Are you okay? Do we need to stop?" You shook your head vigorously.

"No, just-” Your fingers fiddled with the blanket, embarrassed, "Can you just take some deep breaths with me?”

"Of course, my love.” He grabbed the hand nervously moving around the blankets to hold it to his heart. “You're okay, in and out with me, angel." You closed your eyes, breathing with him, his heart reverberating through you. “Let me know when you want to keep going or stop." He whispered.

“Finnick, I just want to cry, not in a bad way just it's been so, so ruined for me." Weaponized, sexualized.

He nodded, “You can cry if you want, I'll wipe them away from you." The idea made you want to cry at his sweetness alone.

“Okay." Your voice was shaky, “We can keep going, please." His fingers began moving again, right over your core. Palm slightly running against you and it took all of you to not rub with him. Fingers delicately circling your sensitive nub and you moaned out. The first tears falling which he diligently wiped away with his time and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Is that good?" You nodded blissfully and he swatted at your bareness causing a yelp.

“Yes, thank you Finnick, so good."

“Good girl, such a fast learner." You whimpered, toes curling. “What do you need?"

“In me, please."

“What, my fingers?" He held one hand up, moving them in front of your face. The man was mocking you, he knew what you meant and he kept rubbing your clit, making it nearly impossible to keep verbalizing.

“No!" You stammered out desperately. He smirked and removed his fingers from your bundle of nerves, causing you to hit his arm in frustration before he was grinding his clothed member on you and your hands wrapped around his shoulder tightly. You nodded intently, “Yes please. Want you to be inside of me, want to be one Finnick, yours." It hit you that this was the consummation of your marriage which made your heart swell as well as your need.

“Can't deny you anything, sweet girl." He was such a liar, but right now he followed through. Your hands began pulling down the pants he wore, desperate to free him so he could be buried in your walls. He groaned as your hand grazed his tip, precum dotting it. You licked your lips and he smirked cockily, “Another time, angel."

"How do you want me?” You asked, you'd take him anyway he wanted just to be clenched around him.

"Just the way you are is perfect, wanna see you, beautiful.” He lined himself up with your soaked entrance, "Are you sure, you're ready? Don't need more preparation.” You shook your head vigorously, pushing yourself forward to feel the tip and he grunted.

“Don't need it, so wet, I can take you, promise."

"Only if you're sure.” You nodded again, pouting.

"Please!” You whined and with that he didn't hold back, pushing his full length in and you nearly screamed. Clenching your walls around him, fingernails digging into him.

“That feel good?"

“So, so, so good." You began sliding your hand down, but he caught it tutting in disapproval.

"I've got you, angel, just lay there like a good girl. Let me take care of you too, you're making me feel so good.” His expert fingers went straight back to your clit as he began pounding in and out of you.

“Oh God, Finnick!" Your eyebrows pulled together and eyes snapped shut as he filled you. It was like you were a perfect fit for each other.

“So perfect angel, just looking at you made me think I wasn't even gonna make it into you." Finnick groaned, he knew exactly what you liked, what pace to go. You'd been so used to faking it or them not caring at all, but with him he could get you there so fast, so hard, and could do it over and over so perfectly. His fingers rubbing into your bundle of nerves that had you biting into your bottom lip to stop you from waking the whole floor. Both actions made you want to scream in ecstacy. “Are you close already, angel? Do I really make you feel like that, so fast?” You nodded, dumbly making mindless noises as his hips thrusted in and out. “Me too. I don't know how you do it to me. Where do you want me, stomach, mouth, inside?" His groaning was making his own speech shaky.

“Inside please, need to feel it, Finnick."

“You sure?" He asked, biting down on his bottom lip as your moans from his skilled fingers working their magic as he kept moving inside of you made him even closer.

“Yes, yes, yes, need to be one, just you and me. Need it inside." He pinched the bundle of nerves lightly as he hit the spot inside of you that had you kicking your feet on sheets. “I'm gonna, oh I'm gonna-"

“I know, just wait a little bit longer, angel, I'm almost there. So close, be my good, good girl." You whined, nodding.

“Wanna be so good for you."

He nodded, the words bringing him even closer to the edge as he roughly thrusted into you. “You are, so good, just gotta hold back a little longer." You were sobbing, lost in the high as he wiped away the tears streaming down.

“Feels so good, Finnick, I can't please let me, need to."

“Wait." He said sternly, at this point he felt like he was denying himself too just to watch you squirm and listen to his every word. Grabbing your face softly so your eyes were trained on him, hand still rubbing fast circles on your clit. “Been such a good girl, don't ruin it." His hips started stuttering inside of you.

You shook your head, “I won't, I'm sorry. Wanna be good." He let go of your face with his free hand and pinched your nipple. “Finnick, please, I can't. Please don't be mean, I need you.”

"Making me feel so good, my love. Clenching around me, trying to hold back, you're such a good listener." He pinched your clit again, he was being mean, he couldn't deny it but the way you cried out and started trying to push away from him was bringing him straight to the edge. “Color?"

“Green." You choked out, “Please, Finnick, I can't." Your hands pushed against his chest.

"Then you know what to say, angel." He raised an eyebrow, “So you can." It would feel so much better, be so much harder for both of you the longer he kept this up. His lips attached to your breast and you tugged his hair, he moaned onto you and the vibrations had you desperately trying to fend off the orgasm approaching.

“Please, I need to. I know you are too." He thrust into that special spot in you again and your hands hit the sheets in frustration as your eyes fluttered.

“Be patient, don't be a brat." He pulled away from your breast to look at you. He pressed down on your clit and thrust into you again, “Oh god, gonna let go inside of you now, angel. Be all over your walls, gonna feel so good. Been such a good girl, you ready to let go of me."

“Yes, please!"

“You can let go, sweet girl." His lips pressed to yours to quiet both of you moans as you finally both let yourself go. You could've sworn the way his split inside you made your shaking even harder. It was so good, so worth it.

You were nearly breathless when you pulled away, “That was new."

“Are you okay?" He asked, eyes full of concern.

“Yeah, of course. I just, you're always incredible, I'm great.” You laughed breathlessly.

"Oh, good.” He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

“Thank you."

“You don't have to thank me, angel."

“Yes I do, they've taken so much of both of us and you just bring so much of it back to just being so real, so it doesn't feel like they own it anymore."

“That's just being a decent human, I just want to take care of you. Through all the ups and downs." He was so kind, it made you ecstatic that for as long as either of you were alive you'd always be one with each other, bonded through everything you loved. “Come on, we have another long day tomorrow, let's get cleaned up."

“What if we just didn't go, just laid here together, until it passed."

“I'd love to." His eyes were earnest and like pools you could drown in, “Nothing I want more than being with you forever. But they'd drag us out and we have things to do, my love.” He helped lift you up from where you lay comfortably. Your nose scrunched up." What?”

You pulled apart your thighs, "So sticky.”

He laughed before he could stop himself, "Well I'm not the one who asked for it.” That smug, loveable ass.

"Shut up, you loved it.” Softly shoving his arms as you went to stand.

He raised his arms in defense, "Guilty as charged."

He was so perfect, the way he was so effortlessly funny, so compassionate for all your needs even if you didn't verbalize them, how patient he was yet so stern and guiding. Much too good for what you could give him, you'd go to hell and back to do half as much as he did for you. Of course he always assured you of all you did to help him, but it felt so miniscule compared to what he did for you. The things you would sacrifice to help him, to be by his side were unmatched.

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thank you so much for reading!! I haven't written smut in so long and this really isn't a smut heavy series but I felt like exploring how what snow did to the victors who were deemed to be desirable would effect their intimacy and sometimes a little spice is needed to deal with all the angst I write. if you enjoyed it feedback is always appreciated, likes, comments, reblogs, anything and my ask box is already open if you have any questions or ideas! thank you all so much for reading 💋

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[ohhiimjazzed]

NSFW Alphabet LMK Sun Wukong

CW: Explicit sexual content, MINORS DNI

A - Aftercare (what are they like after sex):

at first, he had to be told what made you comfortable, but after that, he's basically a pro. he's actually a very caring person to the people closest to him. that includes you.

B- Body Part (their favorite body part on themselves and his partner's)

On himself: I know it's cliche, but tail. it's something that's unique about him. it's what makes a monkey a monkey. so he takes pride in having a tail. He's the Monkey King after all. He's going to be proud of the Monkey part of him.

On You: your hips. LOVE HANDLES MAN. He will grip onto your hips whenever he possibly can. From the front, from the back, doesn't matter. It also keeps him grounded during sex. he likes to feel that you're there with him and that you're real.

C- Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he likes to cum inside if he can. it's either if he has a condom on, or if you are on birth control. (don't be silly, wrap your willie!). but if you're trying for a baby, oh, he is going to indulge in cumming inside you.

if he had to take another option, then he'll cum on your stomach or ass

D- Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's shapeshifted himself to have female anatomy before. and he's touched himself with those parts. it wasn't really a horny thing really. he was just curious to see how women masturbate

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Wukong is kind of a whore. He isn't a virgin by any means. But, this is the first time he's had sex with a human. Humans are a lot more fragile than demons. He's a bit scared he'll break you when you did it for the first time. by the time he learns your limits, he's good and he'll know what he's doing

F - Favorite Position (that goes without saying)

He's got a couple

The Lotus: (one partner is sitting in the other's lap while wrapping their legs around their partner) He's able to grasp your hips easy here, and he can hit it pretty deep

Doggy Style: (one partner is on their hands and knees while the other is behind them) again, he can grab your hips more easily with this position. plus it's a lot more animalistic. it unlocks the demon instincts in him.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he's called you 'bro' during sex. it was one time and it was spur of the moment. did it ruin the mood? yes. was it hilarious? hell yes. what I'm trying to say, is that he's not afraid to crack a joke during sex

H - Hair (how groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

the carpet matches the drapes because it's fur. he's a monkey. there's gonna be fur down there. but, when you come along he trims some of it so it doesn't get stuck up a hole or something

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he can get really romantic when he wants to. he's got the duality of calling you 'bro' in bed, to whispering sweet nothings to you. he's a cheesy fuck tho. he'll do the rose petals and the candles

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

he's rubbed one out before. he'll do it to the thought of you either if you're gone or not in the mood. he won't force you into having sex with him so jacking off is the next best thing (look at him doing the bare minimum)

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink: bro will keep it inside you after he finishes if you ask for it. he wants to keep it there in hopes that you'll get pregnant (if you can). he's seen how loving and caring you are towards the baby monkeys. it makes him want to start a family with you.

Praise Kink: it goes both ways for this one. he likes to see how you react to him praising you. praise him too while you're at it. tell him how good it feels. he'll go harder and try to hit deeper. also he just wants to feel loved and make you feel loved.

Degradation: call him a good little whore. he'll love it

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

he'll do it in the bedroom (obviously) it's the most privacy, but he also doesn't mind doing it in places around FFM. you just gotta make sure the monkeys aren't able to catch you two. some of them are really young and we are not here to traumatize children

M - Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going?)

PET HIS TAIL! Do it! I fucking dare you! He'll pounce on you if he's feeling it that day. His tail is sensitive man. He might even moan outright if you pet it during his rut/heat.

Also generally being in a heat/rut like state will get him going anyways. (this is demon terms not real monkey terms by the way)

N - No (something they're not willing to do, turn-offs)

will not physically hurt you unless he know's it's fine. the most he'll do is biting to mark you. he's still a bit cautious about your human physique. he sometimes forgets about his own strength and will leave bruises on your hips sometimes. he gets really guilty about that

O - Oral (preference in giving, or receiving, their skill, etc.)

he's more of a giver in this regard. he likes seeing you writhe in pleasure while he gives you head. pull his hair while he gives you head, he likes that. if you really wanna give him a blowie though, he'll be driven wild. will whimper

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

more like slow and rough. he likes to tease you a bit by going back and forth from slow to fast. but he'll keep a good pace most of the time. when you're close to cumming, he'll go faster so you can chase your high

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves a good quickie as much as the next guy. he'll do a quickie if he's really stressed though. it's a good release for you both. it's also a time when you can give him a blowie

R- Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's down for most of everything. for some things you've gotta talk to him about it and probably explain what it is. but that's only for a few kinks.

S - Stamina (how long can they go for? how long do they last?)

this bitch is immortal. he's got stamina for days. You have to be the one to call things off for the night because it's most likely he can keep going. he can even go all night if you're up for it

T -Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he'll use toys, but you gotta be the one that owns them. he doesn't really have toys because of how isolated he was from humans before Lego Monkie kid began. he'll use the vibrator on you if you ask for it. hell, he'll even let you use a strap and peg him.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

the definition of tease. he will edge you when you've been bad my guy. be fucking prepared. you have to like edging if you wanna have sex with him on a regular basis. he's not a monster tho, he'll let you cum, eventually

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

it depends on if he's on top or bottom. if he's on top, he'll let out some grunts and even a groan or two while he's pounding into you. if you're on top, he will whimper. DO IT. MAKE HIM WHIMPER AND WHINE FOR YOU

W - Wild Card (a random headcanon about the character)

after all that's happened throughout LMK, Wukong wants to repair his relationship with Macaque. He knows that it's going to take a lot of work and patience, and it'll never be like how it was. but, he wants to give it a try. there's a part of him that still cares about Macaque.

X - X -ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he's about average size (4-5 inches) but he's a shapeshifter, so he can change the size to experiment. he tried to make it nine inches and holy jesus you couldn't fit that in you without a bit of prep.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he'll do it about 4-5 times a week. he won't do it when MK is over to train with him though. it's too much of a risk to have him walk in on you two. he can't risk having his student looking at him with disgust

Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

he'll clock out when you're all taken care of for the night. if you're having a bath afterward, he'll probably be out by then. once you get in the bed, he's reaching for you. it's cute

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okay, thank you for coming to my ted talk

[maarslovesmonkees]

Since you did a NSFW Alphabet for Caesar do you think you could do one for Koba with a Human Female Reader please?

{Koba NSFW alphabet}

Koba my beloved💗 Hes my favourite character in the whole franchise, and I was hoping to do this!!👏 Its also like the middle of the night where I live so I hope you enjoy even though Im tired asf making this😭🙏

Notes and warnings: M4F, Koba x Human!Reader, NSFW

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

He does care about you but he'll have trouble admitting it. He would throw a wet cloth on you, so you can clean yourself. If you ask him for anything (water etc.), he'll scoff, telling you to get it yourself before leaving and coming back with whatever you need. Don't call him out on it, you'll get your face ripped off😭

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

Ass. In my previous post, I talked about how he thinks its an intimate area, so he likes to grab it to feel in control. All apes have their boobs out anyways, but he doesn't ever get the chance to really grope and play with ass.

Hair. Again, he likes to grab it to give him a sense on control. He'll do lots of hair pulling especially when he's not in a good mood.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Like Caesar, he loves coming inside. Unlike Caesar, hes not asking and will breed you as much as he likes. Get ready to feel full of his seed!

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

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Likes to watch you without you noticing. When your bathing, when you think you're alone in your nest to masturbate, or when you're just existing, he just cant help but spy on you. If he can, he'll masterbate to you as he hides too.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Not experienced but hes also a fast learning bonobo. Give him a couple minutes to really feel you for the first time and then get ready for the night of your life.

Doggy style. You can probably guess why. He likes being able to look down at you, and feel dominant. You look quite helpless in the moment, fully under his control. He gets a very good deep thrust as well.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Yourself on a shelf. The one where hes standing with your legs around him as he fucks you in the wall. He feel strong and powerful doing it in this position. His strength being so strong he can pull you up against the wall while hes thrusting into you, makes him feel euphoric.

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

A serious ape that will get annoyed if you try and goof off. He'll huff and roll his eyes if you try and make a joke during the moment. Hes too focused feeling good, why ruin the moment with a joke?

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Standard ape fur but a bit more rough. He thinks its stupid to try and maintain a soft fur. Hes an ape and a warrior, he doesn't need to do silly human things like that.

Honestly very very little romance during it. Its so erotic for him, hes so in the moment, and just focusing on feeling good. If you're not too focused on the pleasure of being rammed in, sometimes you'll see him looking into your eyes, in kind of an adoring matter. He'll quickly look away though, going back to manhandling you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Favourite thing to jack off to is you, without you noticing. As I said, you're probably bathing or something, and he's behind a rock, stroking himself to your body. Your curves, your tits, everything gets him so hard.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bondage. On you, not on him. God forbid you ever recommend him being tied up. He likes seeing you helpless and submissive. He has full control over you, and you can't do anything about it because you're all tied up. Hes done being tied up to things, its time for humans to be. The fact that he finally gets to live the fantasy of tying a human up, and as well you being accepting of it, he feels weird in a good way.

Marking/claiming. His big canines aren't there for nothing. Thinking about claiming you as his own, being his and only his, gets him so fucking hard.

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

He likes the outdoors. Fucking you into the ground, as you look up at the trees with stars in your eyes from all the pleasure. He feels like a true ape out in nature, and getting into his pure animal instincts and just fucking you out here, satisfies him like no other.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Just feeling that power. Being dominant. Living thr fantasy of an ape taking over a human. You letting him do whatever he wants to you. You under him, being so obedient. Best motivation if you ask him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Try and be dominant with him. Its going to take a lotttttttttttttttt of convincing and trust for him to do that. Getting him go bottom or doing anything that will restrict his movements. He's been tied up enough in his life, and he doesn't want to relive all of that again.

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

Loves receiving head. Your mouth around his cock, you licking the base of his dick, you suckling around his tip... he'll be a groaning mess trust me.

Isn't the biggest fan of receiving, especially at first. The motivation for him to do it is how you tremble and shake as his tongue circles your clit. How tears fall down your cheek when you orgasm from his mouth. You just look so good like that.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Fast and rough, through and through. An animal inside and out. Its regular you'll get a few bruises, especially on your thigh/waist afterwards. Doesn't like to edge, he loves his orgasm, especially when theyre inside you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hes 50/50 with them. Just a quick fuck isnt enough for him. When he goes in, hes in for a while. He does love fucking you and being able to have it not take much time on his schedule is a plus, but again, he wants to fuck you loonggg and hard.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

With you? Absolutely! He likes how tough you are for being able to experiment. However with him? hes very hesitant. He HATES admitting that hes scared or worried and shit, but he really is deep down. He thinks of the worst possible scenario when theres a chance for him to br at risk, so it probably has to have a bit of convincing and planning.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He can go for rounds after rounds. He's not really satisfied with just 1 or even 3 climaxes, so buckle up. How long can he last really depends on what your doing. If its vanilla, quite a while. If its you being tied up and under his mercy, like 5 minutes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As I said last post, Sey toys are basically non-existent in this time. With the fall of humanity and stuff. However, if you somehow got yourselves toys, he would love to tie you and hold a vibrator on your clit, making you cum over and over. You'll be trembling from the overstimulation afterwards.

He would definitely use a a fleshlight. He just imagines its your wet pussy as he bucks his hips up into it, slamming his dick until his high, hot seed filling the toy.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Honestly to busy chasing his high to tease you. He just wants to indulge in the moment and he's an easily annoyed guy, so not really that big into teasing anyways.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Pretty loud. Moans, grunts and all. He makes all the sounds you can think of honestly. He doesn't really care if others hear him. Let them hear him enjoying himself to your body.

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

Sometimes likes to think of you cuddling him and petting him after sex. He wishes you would hold him close and whisper nice things to him, but he doesn't want to seem vulnerable or weak so he won't let you do it. He won't ever tell you this and would just face the other way, as he lays beside you. Poor guy, he wants to be loved but is too scared to be lovable.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Long-ish, normal girth. Around maybe 7inch. His balls are also huge.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Im going to be honest, not that high, around maybe 4/10. However when hes horny, hes HORNY. Theres too much on his mind to relax and have sex, but when he does, be ready. All his pent up emotions aren't gonna be soft on you.

He'll lay down and wait for you to fall asleep before he does. Its mostly because, although you both are mates, you're still a human, and he still doesn't trust (or maybe never will trust) that part of you.

[deerlino]

Can i please request an arcade date fic w han? Or a nap date fic w han? Like whichever one you choose can you make it with a lot of hugs and face kisses? If you choose the arcade one can you like make it like a double date w like chan and his gf and like make it so each couple is competing w each other or girls v guys?????

ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR ( HJS. )

Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

Sypnosis: You and your boyfriend Jisung hit the arcade for a double date with your friends Chan and his girlfriend. It’s game after game with the loser buying dinner. (746 words)

Content: Fluff, Established Relationship, Arcade (Double) Date, Competitive Spirit, Crack, Humor, Teasing & Banter, Kisses, Hugs, Dinner Date, Pet Names

Warnings: Strong Language (Cussing)

Author’s notes: I’m obsessed with arcade fics, so thanks for the request, anon! <3 I usually don't write fics with more than two characters (you can probably tell after reading this 😅), but it was fun to try something new! There’s more interaction between Jisung and the reader (Y/N) than between Chan and his girlfriend, but if you want Chan’s and his girlfriend’s POV for this night, I’d be happy to write it—just let me know! Hope you enjoy this fic! 🖤

You walk into the arcade with Jisung by your side, the neon lights reflecting off his bright smile. Chan and his girlfriend are already inside, waving enthusiastically. The air buzzes with excitement, laughter, and the constant clattering of game machines.

“Finally! We thought you guys got lost or something,” Chan jokes, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“Please, we were just fashionably late,” Jisung retorts, his arm snug around your waist. “Ready to lose?”

“Oh, it’s on,” Chan grins. “Losers buy dinner, right?”

You nod, feeling the competitive fire in your belly. “Prepare your wallet, Chan.”

The first game is basketball hoops. You and Jisung face off against Chan and his girlfriend. Jisung winks at you, his confidence infectious. 

“Okay, babe, show ’em what you got,” Jisung encourages, squeezing your hand.

You take a deep breath and start shooting. The balls fly out of your hands in a blur, and you manage to sink a few good shots. Jisung, meanwhile, is a machine, sinking basket after basket with ease.

“Yes! That’s my girl!” he shouts, pulling you into a hug, his lips brushing against your temple.

Chan’s girlfriend isn’t too shabby either, and she and Chan are racking up points fast. It’s neck and neck, but in the end, Jisung’s steady aim pulls you both ahead.

“Ha! In your face!” Jisung crows, doing a little victory dance. You join in, laughing as he twirls you around.

“Alright, alright, you won this one,” Chan admits, feigning defeat. “Next game!”

You move on to the air hockey table. Chan insists on a rematch, and you can see the determination in his eyes. You and Jisung huddle close, strategizing.

“Just keep hitting it towards Chan’s left side,” Jisung whispers, his breath warm against your ear. “He’s terrible there.”

You nod, determined. The puck flies back and forth in a flurry of intense concentration. Each time you score, Jisung’s whoops fill the air, followed by a quick kiss on your cheek.

“You got this, babe! One more point!”

You give it your all and, with a final swift move, score the winning point. Jisung lifts you off the ground in a bear hug, peppering your face with kisses. 

“Attagirl, you got this!” he exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.

Chan throws his hands up in mock despair. “I can’t believe this. Next game!”

You move from game to game, the stakes growing higher with each round. Skee-ball, racing games, whack-a-mole. You and Jisung are in sync, teasing and cheering each other on, sharing quick hugs and kisses every chance you get.

At one point, during a particularly heated dance game, Jisung accidentally steps on your foot. He immediately stops, concern written all over his face.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, baby!” he apologizes, crouching down to inspect your foot. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Sungie,” you assure him, giggling at his overreaction. “Just don’t step on me again!”

He stands up, giving you a sheepish smile before pulling you into a hug. “Never. Let’s win this.”

And win you do. By the end of the night, the scoreboard is clear: you and Jisung have won more games than Chan and his girlfriend. Chan groans dramatically, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes.

“Fine, dinner’s on us,” he says, pulling out his wallet. “You guys are too good at this.”

“We’ll try to be gracious winners,” Jisung says, giving you a mischievous look before planting a kiss on your lips.

You all head to a nearby diner, collapsing into the booth in a fit of giggles and exhausted happiness. Jisung sits close to you, his hand never leaving yours. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“I had so much fun tonight,” he murmurs. “We should do this more often.”

You smile, turning to kiss his cheek. “Definitely. But next time, we’re upping the stakes.”

Jisung laughs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “You’re on, babe.”

As you all dig into your food, the conversation flows easily, filled with teasing, laughter, and the warmth of good company. Jisung keeps sneaking kisses, his fingers laced with yours under the table.

By the end of the night, you can’t stop smiling. It’s been a perfect date, full of fun, love, and a healthy dose of competition. And as Jisung walks you home, his arm around your waist and his lips pressed to your forehead, you know there’s no one else you’d rather be with.

© deerlino (est. 150624) ༯ heyo, did you enjoy this piece? if you did, maybe you could reblog, drop a comment, or shoot me an ask to let me know your thoughts. also, feel free to check out my other stuff! thanks a bunch for the support! <3

[reelovesfictionalmen]

nsfw headcanons for Simon Ghost Riley

Written with a female reader and Demisexual Ghost in mind.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Likes to lay together how the two of you finished for a few moments, be it on top of you or under you. He wants to hold you like that as you both catch your breaths. After you two can breathe normally again he is big on taking a shower together after. Always makes sure you pee after sex so you don't get a uti. If you're both very worn out after the deed will happily take a wee nap with you but would rather be clean first.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Boobs. He loves your tits. No matter if they are a barely a handful or spilling out of his hands. Nuzzles into them a lot. Will bend or crouch into uncomfortable positions just to be able to nuzzle into them. He finds comfort in the softness of them.

He likes his thighs, they're thick and a perfect place for you to sit. Be it sexually or not, he loves having you in his lap. He really wants to try thigh riding with you but doesn't want to come across as a perv. When he does bring it up one day and you are down to try, it becomes one of his favourite things.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Uses condoms when you two fuck for a long time into your relationship even if you are on birth control. He doesn't want to risk kids. Eventually he does get into not using them but more often than not he likes using them. Some days he wants to paint your chest and stomach with his cum, just to see it all over you. Usually though he likes to cum while he's inside of you even when using a condom. Freaked out one day when you were vigorously fucking his cock with your face and his cum came out your nose. It was a first for the both of you and he was startled, asked you if you were okay SO MANY TIMES.

Loves when you get so wet that you can hear the noises you coupling makes. If he discovers you can squirt he wants to make it happen often. If you're not up for it, he wont push it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Wants to watch you cum on Soap's cock. It's not something he will ever voice or let happen, he doesn't actually want to share you, no matter how much he loves Soap as a brother.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Before his assault he had some. A few partners, one he lived with for a while but it didn't work out due to his job. After the assault he needed to trust and care deeply for someone to let them see him that vulnerable.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Cowgirl. Loves seeing you ride him hard. Seeing your tits bounce and your eyes closed in pleasure is his thing. If you have the stamina to squat fuck ride him, he's going to be in awe. FlatIron and Missionary are also up there. He likes having as much of your skin touching each other.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Idc what people say, he's a goof, a joker. Will crack stupid lewd jokes while balls deep just to feel you clench around him as you laugh. Also loves if you crack jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He trims, manscapes. Doesn't like going hairless but will keep nice and tidy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Super intimate. Being naked with you is him at his most vulnerable. He'll make sure you know how much he loves and trusts you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Before you and he got together, he didn't do it often. When he's with you he finds himself aroused more often and will jerk off if he's not able to be with you. I see him as Demisexual leaning(only gets aroused with someone he has a connection with)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Praise. Giving and receiving.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Would rather do the deed somewhere private and safe. However you can and have convinced him to pull the car over somewhere and let you ride him hard. It's his fav position, he can also bury his face in your tits while you do so.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) When your body is pressed against his in a hug or in bed. You wearing his clothes. You sweaty from a workout.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Physical violence. No bdsm, no degradation.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He likes to give and to receive. Sometimes struggles with receiving. It makes him feel a little not control, lost, flustered and will likely quickly move onto other things. Loves eating you out. If you're horny and he's not really feeling it that day he will offer to eat you out, says he enjoys it and your pleasure even if he's not wanting to get off himself.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) A mix of both. Loves when you squat ride him hard. The harder the better. When he's fucking you in missionary and flatiron he likes to go slow, sensual and deep. Doggy he likes to go fast and hard. It really depends on what you both are feeling like.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Will fuck you against the wall real quick when he gets back from a run or working out. Has energy left to burn or if you've been working out together seeing you hot and sweaty has him riled up.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) No. Sex is being vulnerable. That's for private places. Will try new positions and dress up with you for silly roleplays. You're still trying to work up the courage to get him in a french maid dress.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Needs 10-15 min between rounds but a round can last a long time. He's good at holding off his orgasm if he wants to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) You have a vibrator that is a cast of his cock. You got one of those kits off of the internet and made it. You two use it to double penetrate you. It's almost like two of him fucking you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He's a cheeky shit and will tease you, joke around a little but he will give in quickly. Especially if you pout and call him a meanie.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) If he's been edging himself with your cunt for a while, wringing orgasms from you, he starts getting vocal. Tells you how good you feel, how he cant wait to cum in your pussy, begging you to cum for him again and again.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Due to his trauma with sexual assault he is not keen on degradation and bdsm. Will spank your ass while in doggy and maybe pull your hair if you ask him. He doesn't like treating you like an object or to be treated like one.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) About 6.5 inches hard. Perfect sized. Uncut and very pink in colour. Has a freckle halfway along his shaft.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) If you two live together and you are both off duty, he can go once a day. Usually ends up being every day for the first week then every other day the longer you two are at home.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Once you two are cleaned up, he's an eepy boy. Will snuggle up to you and zzzzzz quickly

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Why Not 🔞

In which Jungkook has you figured out. Dirty humor, mean and bratty- you're pretty much simply a bitch. So why are you crying over some scraped up knees and a dirty plushy?

Tags/Warnings: non-Idol AU, enemies to lovers, reader acts like she could kill but is actually a cinnamon roll, Jungkook just simply is a cinnamon roll, adult themes, fluff, romance, short!reader go cry about it, smut but very low-carb (handjob, cum in pants oops), slight DDLG-aspects/themes? Soft daddy/dom vibes from kook?

Length: longer than JKs Dick career

Additional Content: How So (Part 2)

A/N: have to post it shortened bc the longer version breaks the app :) have some fluff comfort after all that angst psycho shit I posted.

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It's not like Jungkook hates you. He really, honestly, doesn't.

In fact, he admires how honest you are, in a way. You seem comfortable with yourself, which shows in a healthy amount of confidence, no thought wasted on what people might think of your outfit or makeup. You're very expressive and creative, and you always work out solutions whenever everyone else would suggest simply giving up.

You're just.. too bold for him. He's not really interested in most things you discuss- which is often something lewd- and he also doesn't really share any interests with you. You're a miss know-it-all, you get dramatic if you don't get your way, and you manipulate people around you to even out your road ahead. You make demeaning jokes about yourself and you always put yourself down in a comedic manner- and he just doesn't like that. Even so, he still never casts you out, or ignores you. It's odd, because whenever you have one on one interactions, he can't help but feel like you're not the same as with others around. Just like right now.

You're currently all eating at a sushi place - you're sitting across from him, cleavage dangerously exposed, but he's got no right to be offended by it. In a way, he admires the way you seem to be so comfortable. But he can't help but notice the way you keep adjusting your top all the time, tugging and pulling constantly.

If it's making you so fidgety, why wear it? It irritates him a bit. He'll never understand why most girls choose fashion over comfort.

Your best friend Namjoon had told him before that you're actually not like this at all. That you're a great friend, caring and gentle and actually very fragile, and even a little shy and quiet when no one's around - however, Jungkook believes that's just your best friend trying to make you look good. You're totally fine the way you are - you're just too much for him personally. There's nothing wrong with that.

Just because he might not enjoy your personality, doesn't mean you have to change it.

But he doesn't question it, continues to eat and listen in on conversations, laughing along jokes and funny stories. He likes the energy of this. It's unforced, comfortable, easy. He's just about to continue eating, when he notices the glance you throw at his plate, something you've done a couple of times now, seemingly thinking about something, before looking away again, engaging in the conversation as if to distract yourself. "Do you want a piece?" He asks you as soon as there's a good moment, a bit more quiet as to not interrupt the current topic being discussed at the table.

You look at him, wide-eyed just for a second, before you shake your head. "It's fine. I'll maybe try it next time, though." You tell him with a smile. "Does it taste good?" You wonder, and he can't help but be amused. How come you can make straight-up dick-jokes at the dinner table, but you can't accept his offered food that you clearly got your eyes on?

"I don't know if my taste is the same as yours." He shrugs, watching as you chew on the inside of your lip now. "Let's trade, if that makes you feel better." He offers instead, and at that, you visibly perk up, eagerly putting a piece of yours on his plate to receive his.

You're.. kind of cute like this. Oddly so.

He watches without staring too much as you eat his gifted piece of sushi, clearly enjoying the taste of it as you swing your legs under the table a little. "This is good." You comment, making him nod with a smile before you both pay attention to the conversation again.

He doesn't really think much about the whole interaction afterwards.

It's not like it's anything special.

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"Ah, fuck." Namjoon curses, looking at his phone. "God, fuck. Yoongi I'm so sorry, I forgot I was supposed to drive with Y/N to her doctor's appointment today." He apologizes, making Jungkook look up from his phone.

"Is it something bad?" Yoongi asks, genuinely a bit concerned as Namjoon just seems unsure.

"We don't know, just a routine thing."He replies. "But you never know. And she's a little anxious, too. I wouldn't want her taking the bus or anything alone in that state." He explains, and everyone seems to agree that that's not a good idea. You're well known to not possess the most basic orientation skills sometimes - and with your head all over the place like this, it could just end with you getting hurt.

"What if I drive her real quick?" Jungkook offers casually, looking up from his phone from where he sits on the small sofa in Yoongi's studio. "You both can continue working, and I didn't have anything to do anyways." He shrugs.

"You know what, great idea." Yoongi chimes up.

"I'll.. text her. See if she's okay with that." Namjoon offers with a little hesitance, making Jungkook wonder how serious this appointment really is. Did you have any health troubles you'd been hiding? He's always been told to never judge a book by its cover. Maybe you were just putting on a tough mask to cover up what you thought was weakness?

Jungkook doesn't believe in that. You've always been this way ever since he'd met you.

"She said she's fine with it." Namjoon sighs after a moment, making Jungkook lock his phone and get up. "Here, let me at least bring you down." Namjoon offers, walking out the studio and towards the underground garage where Jungkook has his car parked. "Listen- can you do me a favor?" He wonders, and Jungkook nods.

"Sure." He says, opening the driver's door to throw his wallet into the back together with his jacket. "What is it?"

"Listen, it's a.. gynecologists' appointment." Namjoon says, quietly so, while Jungkook just.. stares, unable to quite grasp on why his friend would say it in a way that makes it seem as if the word is something you can't ever say out loud. So you're going to a specialist. So what? "It's her first time there. She's honestly terrified, so, if you could maybe go in with her and sit in the waiting room? Just, to keep her mind off of things." Namjoon carefully says.

Again, Jungkook just shrugs, before nodding. "Sure, no issue." He says, getting into the car. "I'll text you when she's back home then. You go up and help Yoongi." He says, before putting his phone into the holder, maps app opened to find where you're waiting.

He's a bit confused inside the car. With the way you're always talking, he'd been sure you would've been a regular at those places. Not because he thought you were a whore, God no, but he just believed until now that you'd be someone who's open and casual with it.

So why are you terrified of a simple doctor's visit?

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"You uhm.. really don't have to." You mumble quietly next to him, anxiously playing with your hands in your lap. You've been quiet the entire time, not really talking at all, and especially not looking at him. He's a little worried about that, wondering if you're maybe in pain, or really unwell in general to the point of changing your personality like this. "I know this must be weird for you." You say quietly.

"Not really, no. I went to one of these with my mom once, so its fine." He shrugs next to you, trying to maybe soothe your nerves by showing you that he's not at all weirded out or uncomfortable. To be honest, he's a bit surprised- because right now, the girl sitting next to him, isn't at all the girl he'd thought he had figured out.

However, he also assumes you might just be heavily uncomfortable with your health, which could add to you just behaving like you do right now. "You feeling okay? Should I ask them how long it's gonna be?" He asks, and you just shake your head.

"No, I can wait." You just say, trying hard to appear unbothered now. "Guess I'm just not really looking forward to a fifty-plus year-old digging around where the light doesn't reach, you know?" You attempt to joke as always, but Jungkook can spot the fakeness of it.

"Joon said it's your first time." He says, locking his phone now before putting it away.

"Son of a bitch." You curse under your breath, leaning back in your seat with your arms crossed and legs thrown forwards, heels hitting the floor. You look almost defensive now, as if he'd just insulted you. "Yeah, I didn't need to go until now." You shrug. "But my regular physician keeps bugging me to check some stuff out, and Joon has been bothering me about it too." You say. "Not like he's got anything to do with my vagina for that matter."

"Well, he worries." Jungkook shrugs next to you. "And if you've got health issues, you should always get them checked out for that matter. Could be nothing, could be something. I can understand him." He explains to you. "He cares a lot about you."

"hmhm." You affirm quietly, a bit distant now, staring at the tips of your shoes. "Joon has always been a really good friend." You say, and jungkook nods. Namjoon is the main connection between Jungkook and you- the older guy being somewhat of a brother to him, in a way. He really admired his friend a lot, for his achievements as well as his determination to always better himself. He can't deny that he never really quite understood your friendship with him- with you being so extremely different from him- but he never questioned either. "He's honest." You mumble out, and Jungkook has to agree.

"He is." Jungkook nods, though he feels like there's something more to it. He doesn't get to ask however, because your name is suddenly called- and you jump up, taking a deep breath. "Hey-" Jungkook asks, and you look down to where he sits, as he smiles encouragingly. "-You'll be fine." He promises, and you nod, before disappearing with the nurse into the examination room.

It doesn't take too long for you to emerge back out, a prescription written in front as he gets your coat and walks towards you to the counter. "If it gets any worse, just give us a call, alright?" The nurse asks, and you just quietly nod before you walk out with Jungkook trailing right behind you.

"Everything alright?" He asks, and you nod, though next to him in the car, you run your hands over your face.

"I don't ever wanna go there again." You groan, hands still hiding your face as Jungkook looks at you a bit concerned now.

"Did something happen?" He asks seriously, canceling his action of starting the car.

You take down your hands. "No. It was just.. weird." You say. "The questions were nasty. I don't know." You say quietly, and Jungkook can do nothing but start the car to drive you home. He wishes he could- but at the end of the day, this is something he can't and won't ever really understand fully. He hopes it's just the new experience freaking you out.

Parking in front of your apartment building, you really look a bit terrified now. No longer because of the appointment though- but because of the honestly world-ending rain hitting his car like it's trying to smash it flat into the concrete below. "Its really going hard outside now." Jungkook laughs, but you don't seem to be in a joking manner at all. "If you run you won't get wet."

"I don't want you to drive in this weather." You say meekly, barely able to be heard over the loud rain.

"I'll just wait until it's better." He waves off, looking at you drowned in the orange interior light of his car. You seem to think, before you turn to look at him, eyes reflecting the led lights all around like mirrors. You're really pretty, without all that makeup.

"You can come up? Just, it's cold, and if you leave the car running that's bad for the environment and you're also wasting gas-" you ramble, and he laughs, shutting down the car at that, before grabbing his keys.

"Alright." He shrugs. "If you're cool with that." He asks, and you nod after a moment. He chuckles a bit, before grabbing onto the door handle, still looking at you. "On three?" He asks, and your face lights up in playfulness.

"One?" You start, making him grin.

"Two.." he continues, making you smile as well, before you both pull on the handle.

"Three!"

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Your apartment is everything he did not expect.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy.." you say, taking off your shoes before you slip into the pink slippers close by. The coat hooks on the side of the entrance are cat shaped. The mat where the shoes are put is pink. And from what he can see, everything you have is bright, pastel colored, cute.

Almost innocently so.

You're right and wrong with it being messy, he notices as he walks into the apartment. It's small, but cozy- blankets and round plushies littering the couch close by, kitchen sink containing some dishes you didn't wash or didn't put away yet. It is a bit untidy, but not messy, in his eyes.

It just.. looks like his own apartment. Simply alive.

"Do you.. want tea?" You ask, quietly, and he nods as he walks closer to you in the open kitchen. "I.. have a lot of different flavors so.. just choose one you like." You explain, opening a cabinet that's basically all about tea. Different mugs, mostly animal designs, flower shaped coasters, sugar and many different brands and flavors of tea, boxes a bit unaligned. He pulls out a little baggy of the box that's the most empty, making you smile a bit shyly. "I like that one the most." You admit.

"I assumed. Might as well try it then." He shrugs casually, letting you boil the water while he looks around from his spot. "Your apartment is really nice." He comments.

"Thank you." You answer quietly, pouring the water into the two mugs. "Namjoon sometimes sleeps over because, according to him, my pull-out couch is more comfy than his own bed." You joke, and Jungkook laughs.

"That sounds like him." He nods, accepting the mug before you both walk towards said couch. "Granted, he sleeps on a mattress on the floor though." He tells you.

You laugh. "He's way too much of a cheapskate to buy a bedframe." You shake your head. "He could just buy it and pay it off monthly." You say.

"He could. But I guess we'll never know why he refuses to buy one." Jungkook answers, watching as you toe off your slippers to get more comfortable on the couch next to him- before you put the mug back on the small table, jumping up towards the windows, opening them. "Its still raining heavy." He says, and you nod, turning off the lights, streetlights of the city illuminating the room enough to still see, as you walk back on the couch, pulling a blanket over your shoulders. "What're you doing?" He chuckles when you put one over his shoulders as well.

"I like listening to the rain. And it smells nice." You say, wind blowing into the apartment. "And airing out is important too." You tell him, leaning your head against the backrest of the couch. He nods.

This is nice.

He'd never really thought of those aspects of rain, has always just seen it as bad. It's already slowly stopping to rain so hard, now just a soft mist, but you're right. It smells nice, not like the usual faint city smog, but clean, and fresh. The air might be cold, icy on the tip of his nose, but its also refreshing, calming.

"This is nice." He comments before he turns, noticing a bit of weight on his back. You're asleep, resting against his back, and he uses this moment to look at you a bit.

Maybe Namjoon had been right, he thinks as he adjusts you to lay your head on his thigh, tucking your blanket in around you.

Maybe you're not who he thought you were.

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"What do you mean you were inside her apartment?" Namjoon asks, visibly surprised as he puts down his chopsticks for a moment. "She let you inside?"

"It was raining hard, didn't want to let me drive home, so I had some tea at hers and left later. She fell asleep anyways, she was pretty beat, so I left a note and drove home after closing her windows." Jungkook casually explains, continuing his lunch across his friend.

"You do know she doesn't even let her own mother visit, right?" Namjoon asks, and Jungkook shakes his head.

"No, how would I know?" He says. "From how she acts and speaks, I thought she'd have regular visitors." He says, scooping up some rice as his friend across shakes his head.

"No. She hates visitors. She doesn't even open for the mailman." Namjoon says. "Her apartment is her safety zone. I'm surprised she let you in." He shrugs.

"Maybe you just don't know her that well." Jungkook teases his friend.

"You simply don't know her at all, Jungkook." He says. "Listen.. I, don't know how to say this.. " he starts, and Jungkook raises his brow in confusion.

"I'm not gonna fuck her, if that's what you're worried about." He says, and Namjoon runs a hand over his face.

"Thats.. that wasn't something I was worried about until you mentioned it actually." He mumbles. "So yeah. Don't do that please. And also, don't.. just, don't get too close to her. In general."

"Why?" Jungkook wonders honestly now. "Joon, she's not gonna break my heart or something. I'm an adult man, not a lovesick boy going through puberty. She's not even my type." He laughs.

"Jungkook, I'm serious." The older guy says, picking his chopsticks back up. "Just.. leave it as it is right now."

"What're you worried about?" Jungkook wants to know, finishing his meal as he wipes his hands clean. "You seem so serious about this."

"Because I am." He underlines again. "I told you before, she's not who she pretends she is." He reminds the younger, who leans back, arms crossed.

"What, is she a criminal?" He wonders. "Sells drugs? Owns guns? Criminal record?"

"Theres things I won't tell you cause that's not my right." Namjoon explains. "You're a good guy, I know that, she knows that. But if you get too close, she'll just get attached again." He sighs.

"And?" Jungkook clicks his tongue. "Nothing wrong with that. We're attached too. That's what friendships are. Attachments."

"I meant it as in, more than that." Namjoon mumbles in a somber tone.

"Oh." Jungkook realizes. "I.. don't think I'm her type anyways." He laughs it off, but Namjoon doesn't seem convinced.

"Just.. keep your distance." He warns. "Its for the best."

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Namjoon doesn't tell him anything about you since that day.

You don't seem to hang out with everybody as much, and he himself hasn't seen you in what's been weeks now. Everytime he checks on you via your best friend, all he gets is a short answer that's way too vague to be the actual truth. Jungkook isn't sure why he's so interested in the first place. Maybe it's that small tiny glimpse of you that you've shown him, let him taste, before disappearing from his radar.

It bothers him, mainly because he feels like Namjoon has made him out to be the bad guy that's going to break your heart it seems. He's never given a clear reason why. He's never done anything wrong.

But its not like you've vanished into thin air, and because of pure luck, he spots you in a store he's visiting quite often, crouched down at the plushy-section. He almost didn't recognize you, pastel pink bucket hat and facemask hiding you pretty well- but for some reason, he still somehow knows it's you.

You seem to struggle between buying one or the other, holding both as you glance from one of the plush toys to the other.

"Tough decision, hm?" He asks, careful not to startle you but he still does, the seemingly sudden attack of his voice sending you straight onto your butt from your squatting position. "Sorry, I didn't mean to spook you like that." He chuckles, helping you up and standing.

"No worries. I didn't pay attention." You say, while you hold onto the still packaged stuffed animals. "And uh.. yeah. I was thinking of taking, you know, maybe one." You mumble more or less. "Both are too expensive."

"Yeah, they price these pretty high in my opinion." He affirms, poking one of the plastic bags you're holding. "What's so special about these?" He wonders, and your eyes suddenly grow bigger, hands squishing the thing eagerly.

"They're squishy, and soft!" You explain to him eagerly. "Try it! They're like, I don't know, stress balls or something!" You say, and he does as you say, pulling and pressing down on the round purple creature.

"Hm yeah okay, I can see where you're coming from." He nods, charmed by your cute enthusiasm over the toy. "So, which one you taking?"

"I.. like the color of this one, and its a shark, but the other one is a chicken and cute too.. like, look at those little wings.." you complain, pulling on said wings a bit before you look down. "I don't know."

"Why not buy both and just.. skip out on buying any next month?" He wonders. "Treat yourself. For being brave at the doc's." He chuckles, and you start to fidget on the spot a little.

"They're too expensive." You reason. "If I buy both, I won't have enough money to buy proper groceries next week, and Joon has been bugging me about not eating frozen foods all the time.." you complain.

"Well, he's right, that's not exactly healthy." Jungkook agrees, before taking the chicken from you and turning it to see the price tag. "Its alright. Let me buy it then." He shrugs.

"You- no, you really don't have to." You say.

"I know." He smiles. "But I want to."

You don't say anything. You're not sure Jungkook is aware of what he's doing, supporting your bad habit of buying 'kid's stuff' as Namjoon scolds you constantly. Walking towards checkout, you can't help but wonder. "Did you and Joon fight?" You ask, and Jungkook shrugs.

"Not sure, honestly." He admits. "He's.. I guess he doesn't trust me with you."

"What does you mean?" You wonder in a serious manner, careful to make sure the line keeps moving as you walk next to him towards the cash registers.

"Thats what I'm wondering." He says. "Namjoon seems pretty protective over you. I don't know, usually I'd say he's got the hots for you, but he's with Jin, so that can't be the reason." He tells you, before walking closer to the busy cashier.

"As if anyone's got the hots for me but fourty-plus year old men." You scoff.

"Hey now, don't do that." He clicks his tongue. "I bet most guys are just- intimidated by you. You know." He shrugs, waiting in line next to you with the round chicken plush tucked under his arm. "I know I was."

"Was?" You wonder, and he laughs down at you, his smile almost blinding.

"Yeah, definitely past tense." He jokes. "Now I just think you're cute."

You want to question that further. Suddenly, it's your turn, but Jungkook walks right behind you, pulls out his credit card way before you can grab your wallet, pays for both the stuffed animals and walks you out the store.

"How'd you get here?" He wonders, as you both walk outside.

"Bus." You answer, and he nods.

"You want me to drive you home?" He asks. "I don't mind, it's on the way for me."

"Jungkook.." you suddenly say, voice trembling a little as you stand in front of him at the side of the parking lot. "I.. appreciate your kindness but, uhm.. please don't." You say, and he's a bit taken aback by it.

"Did I do something wrong?" He wonders. "If I came off too strong, I apologize. Really didn't mean to."

"Its just that.. I'm kind of tired getting friendzoned." You laugh bitterly. "Its kind of old at this point. Seeing everyone be nice to you and then move on once they've found their special someone."

"Thats.." he starts, brows all scrunched up as he stands in front of you. "You're not some part-time activity." He explains honestly to you. "I'm not being nice to you to fight my boredom or anything like that. And you're definitely not friendzoned." He chuckles a little.

"I'm always friendzoned." You scoff. "I'm just everyone's little sister, or the lewd one that's always up for a random call when the date doesn't show up." You argue.

"Well, here's the thing." Jungkook tells you, gently uncrossing your arms before placing the two round plushies in each, respectively. "I really don't care what's made you build up that tough mean-girl persona you've created. But I'd like to get to know the girl that's looking at me right now, just like this." He grins, tapping the underside of your chin teasingly. "You're teasing me with those glimpses of you every now and then. I want to know more, if you'd let me."

"That 'me' is boring." You say. "She's childish."

"I've thrown a tamper tantrum before." He shrugs.

"She's stupid." You tell him, but he shakes his head.

"I doubt that. We all got brain-farts every now and then." He crosses his arms, amused smirk on his face at your attempts to drive him away.

"She's cries over Disney movies." You try, and he laughs.

"Hey come on, everyone cries over the fox and the hound!" He simply defends, and you sigh, almost annoyed.

"Jungkook you say all that right now as if it won't end with me hopelessly falling in love with you, while you're gonna leave me behind because 'you're sorry but you've met someone and you're a great friend but nothing more'!" You complain.

"You won't even try and let me love you." He softly says, and you're a little shocked at how easy he says the for you dreaded 'L'-word. It's a big word. A heavy one. "I can't stand here and promise you that I'll fall in love with you, because first and foremost, I don't know you. And you don't know me either." He explains. "But that's something we can change. You just have to let me in."

"And you don't have to let me in?" You try and jab at him, making him laugh.

"I don't have to let you in." He simply says. "You've been seeing who I am the whole time. I'm not hiding anything." He shrugs.

"..." you pull the two stuffed animals a bit closer to yourself, plastic crinkling in your arms before you speak. "What if you don't like who I am?" You wonder quietly.

"Then at least we tried." He offers. "Life is scary. Meeting new people is scary. Letting people go is scary." He softly explains. "But if you just hide away from those things, you'll also miss out on opportunities to experience something great. Meet someone special. Or create a memory you'll never forget."

"So you're saying you already know you won't like me?" You say, now just being stubborn to see what he does.

"Stop putting words into my mouth you brat." Be laughs. "I don't like the 'you' that you force yourself to be. I know that for sure." Jungkook tells you, grabbing his car keys from his pant pocket. "But I feel like I'm gonna like this you that's right in front of me right now a lot."

He speaks bold, appears honest. You're still not sure if you trust him. And namjoon had told you to really keep him at distance, stay on high alert of anything.

But somehow, he's caught you, sticky like honey already staining your skin.

And you've always had a sweet tooth.

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It kind of feels like sneaking around.

Even though right now, you're doing nothing naughty at all, not even remotely. Jungkook is simply helping you cook, watches the pizza in the oven before he puts the mitts to the side. "You got a timer set?" He wonders, and you nod.

"I've got it to the full time for now, let's hope we don't forget the check every now and then." You say, and he nods, walking into the living room with you. The smell of food is already slowly invading your space, and you open a window to make sure it airs out before you'll go to bed later.

He's staying over. You're surprisingly calm about it.

On the couch, he's looking at you from the side. "What?" You wonder, and he shrugs.

"I'm just wondering." He says. "Why do you act so differently around others?"

"Because everyone walks over you when you're soft." You explain, pulling your legs closer to yourself next to him. "No one takes you seriously. You're just the quiet girl and nothing interesting. No one cares." You mumble.

Jungkook wants to tell you that's not true, but he knows that he'd be wrong. It's sad that soft hearts get put in a hard shell because of what most people think should be an admirable personality. Someone strong doesn't have to be someone who's always bold and loud.

When his fingers find your knee, you stiffen. It makes him question out loud what he's been having on the tip of his tongue for a while now, ever since arriving at your place. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" He wonders, and you shake your head- before shrugging, unsure. "You're a bit confusing. In a way, cause you seem like you want me close, but when I am, you start to look all cornered, just like now." He wonders.

"Yeah well.. when a guy touches me, it's always been just for that." You say. "You know. Sex."

His face becomes serious. You notice quickly how that sounded.

"Nothing bad ever happened! Not really." You admit. "But it's.. I guess I should've told you right from the start. So you won't get your hopes up." You sigh. "I don't.. want to have sex."

"Okay." He says. "Neither do I right now. I just want to touch you. Nothing else."

"Yeah no, I mean it as in- not right now, probably not anytime soon, maybe never?" You ask more or less. "I've.. never had sex before. And at this point it feels like I've just passed all the opportunities to have it with anybody."

"Do you dislike the thought of it?" He wonders. "What's making you uncomfortable about it?"

"I.. guess I'm scared it'll be awkward?" You say, wiggling your feet a bit. "What if I don't like something, for example? Or if I make a weird sound, or, I don't know, don't cum or you don't cum and then it's all wasted time and just awkward.." you try and explain.

"You're intimidated by it." He sums it up for you, and you nod. "Thats fine. First's are scary, no matter what kind."

"I'm an adult." You conquer. He laughs.

"I'm one too, and I'm still freaked out by shit!" He laughs. "But, to get back to the topic, I'm okay with that."

"Okay with not having sex?" You wonder, and he nods.

"I mean, I get it's important for most people, and I like the intimacy of it, yeah. But it's not a necessity." He shrugs. "I can jerk myself off just fine."

You deflate a little, both because you feel more calm now, but also because you don't know how to tell him you might be interested in the entire topic. But it seems like he can read minds.

"We can also, you know, ease into it." He offers. "Doesn't have to be all hard-core bondage first time." Jungkook laughs. "You okay with this whole discussion?" He gently asks, and you nod.

You're weirdly alright with it.

"So let's like- what do you like?" He wonders. "As in, when you masturbate, what's something you enjoy?"

You cringe a bit. He laughs. You're cute.

"I.. uh.." you stammer, voice a lot more quiet now. "I've got like, a vibrator? That's nice." You shrug. "Other than that, uhm, just my hand. You know. Basic stuff."

Jungkook nods. "Ever put something in?"

"It.. uh. Dunno. Never really came from it alone." You say. "Which is also why I think sex with me is gonna be weird because I've never really gotten myself off on just that." You say.

"Doesn't mean anything." He shakes his head. "The mood, foreplay, all of that makes a huge difference. That and the fact that someone else is doing it. I remember my first handjob I got. It was weird as fuck, even though technically I should've been used to it." He laughs. "I think what personally scared me most was just being naked I guess." He offers some past fears of his own.

You nod at that. "Same."

"You're pretty tough." He smiles. "I'm not just saying that. I think you're pretty, with clothes and without as well." He flirts.

"I'm still not having sex with you." You defend yourself, and he shrugs, smiling still.

"I know." He tells you. "I'm still fine with that."

It's quiet for a moment, until you speak up again. You're not sure why you're bringing it up again when you could've just let it go, because clearly you've always been against the idea of having sex with someone. But with Jungkook, for some reason, it's so easy to talk about all of this.

"I.. you said you'd ease into it " you mumble quietly. He nods. "How?"

"I could just jerk you off." He shrugs. "Simple hand job. Clothes can stay on."

"And then?" You wonder.

"Then what?" He chuckles. "The you'll know if you like someone else doing something like that for you." He offers.

"What if I'll fall in love with you then?" You quietly ask, and he impishly smiles.

"Then I've done one he'll of a good job." He jokes, before looking at you more seriously. "In all seriousness though. I wouldn't mind you falling in love with me."

"I can tell." You say, looking away. "You're easy to love."

"Thank you." He offers. "You're very easy to fall in love with too."

"That makes no sense." You roll your eyes. "Love and lust aren't the same. You just want to screw me."

"Do I?" He raises his brows. "Can't lie and say you're not physically attractive to me. But I stand by what I said. If you don't want sex, I won't ask for it."

"You'll just end up leaving me for someone who wants it." You bitterly laugh. He doesn't look happy.

"No." He says. "Okay, do you want be with me? Emotionally, I mean?" He asks you, and you look at him wide eyes. "Yes, I'm asking you out here."

"I-" you stammer, caught off guard. "Yeah?"

"Is that a question or an answer?" He teases, making you whine.

"Maybe? Yes?" You try again, but he just shakes his head.

"Alright." He simply answers. "I'll go look, see if the pizza is burned yet. You calm down, I think I've riled you up enough." He laughs, hand on your shoulder for just a second before he leaves you to yourself, giving you some breathing room.

It gives you time to think.

You like him. He's a nice guy, good looking too, and he seems honest about his intentions. You don't love him yet, but its clear that he's easy to fall in love with. But isn't love a requirement to start a relationship? Can you just get together and then fall in love?

You're not sure. But you also want to find out.

So when he emerges from your kitchen, you call out to him. "I want to." You say, and he looks at you wide eyed for just a moment, before he seems to realize what you're talking about. "I.. wanna be with you." You say.

And he smiles, grins brightly, like a kid just being offered a trip to Disney world.

"Okay."

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"Everything alright?" He chuckles, voice breaking the silence in the darkened living room. "I can hear you creeping around."

It's true, you've been trying to keep quiet because you really don't know how to ask this. It's been bugging you for hours now, there's no way it seems you'll be able to fall asleep without at least attempting to solve this issue. But how do you ask for it?

He'd asked you out. You're together now, right?

"I- uh.." you wonder quietly, navigating slowly towards the pull-out couch where he's laying on. "Just wanted to see if everything's alright." You chicken out last moment, and he laughs softly.

"I'm alive and well." He answers you, before he throws back one side of the blankets, patting the spot next to him. "You wanna sleep here?" He wonders, and you sigh.

"How come you know that?" You almost whine, walking closer before you crawl underneath the warmed up blankets he'd been resting under. "Thanks." You say, but he shakes his head.

"No problem. You can come closer, too." He tells you more quietly now that you're already laying next to him.

It takes a moment for you. You're not sure how close you want to get, how close he will let you- so you slowly scoot forwards, inching closer like a scared animal before you finally settle with your head on the inside of his shoulder, arm over his middle. "Is that okay?" You wonder. He nods.

"Definitely." He answers. "Do you cuddle a lot?" He wonders, and you shake your head.

"I've not.. cuddled with anybody since I was a child." You admit. "So I.. jungkook, I'm gonna need a lot of help for this." You confess quietly. "I don't know how this works. How I'm supposed to act, what I'm supposed to do. I don't know what's right and what's not."

"Thats fine." He reassures you.

It's a little silent after that. You don't know what to say, how to ask. Isn't it weird now? Won't you move too fast? "What's going on in there." He teases, finger flicking your head rather gently. You move around a little uncomfortably. He notices right away. "Not good? You can go back to your bed if it's not comfortable." He offers.

"I don't know.." you say, unsure how to put it in words. "..I'm still thinking about what you said. Earlier." You mumble.

"What exactly?" He wonders quietly.

"The uhm.. you know. Sex part." You stammer out.

"I really don't need it." He chuckles. "Might be hard to grasp but if you don't want it I won't bother you with it."

"I want to." You say. It's dead quiet for a moment before you continue. "Like.. how you said. You know, start small, and all that." Tou explain.

"Okay." He answers after a moment. "Right now?" He asks. You nod.

"I just.. don't know what to do. And I didn't shave- oh God okay no maybe some other day then-" you ramble, he laughs.

"Who cares if you shave?" He jokes easily. "Its fine by me. I don't mind it." He tells you.

"You're weird." You cringe a bit. "Guys don't like that-"

"Maybe you've just met idiots then." He shrugs. "I'm honest here. I don't care if you shave or not. You could dye that hair downstairs pink, who am I to tell you what your body has to look like?" He scoffs playfully, making you laugh a little.

This is why you like him. He's easy. Simple. Comfortable.

"Do you want me to use something? Or just my hand?" He wonders quietly, and you just shrug.

"I wanna.. you know. Know if I like what you do." You offer, and he hums an affirmative reply at that, hand under the covers feeling for your thigh.

"You can stop me at any time." He almost whispers. "It won't be awkward, I promise." He assures, and you nod, letting his palm explore under the covers. You're not sure if he's careful or just plain teasing- but most of all, it's strangely exciting.

He moves you a bit, pulls you closer, eyes searching for ant signs of discomfort. "Jungkook..?" You ask quietly, and he chuckles a bit before nodding. "..can you uhm.. maybe kiss me?" You wonder, and there's no reaction for a moment, until he moves again, adjusts himself so he can properly angle himself, lips meeting yours carefully so.

The first one feels weird. You're unsure. You lift your head in a moment if bravery to try again, and it gets more comfortable.

It's nice.

He seems amused, but not at you - more at the fact that you're a lot more independent than you might've thought you'd be in a situation like this.

You're leading him. You're probably not aware, but your body language and responses all speak clearly to him about what you enjoy and what you don't. At first, he stops any advances, but you whine for him to continue. "Just.. cold hands."

"Sorry." He chuckles. "My fingers are pretty cold sometimes." He jokes. You nod, breathing a bit heavier now as soon as his hands warm up, slowly traveling underneath your underwear, middle finger easily finding your most sensitive spot. "Feeling good?" He wonders, and you nod, squirming around a bit.

"More." You ask, moving around a little, seemingly unsure where to put your limbs. He's doing it very differently from how you'd do it- but it's nice. He's making you feel good, not just in lust, but also in general.

There really isn't anything weird about it.

Or maybe your brain is just a bit foggy.

You want to stop him suddenly, feeling too sensitive, and he does halter his movements to check in with you. "What's wrong?" He asks.

"Weird. Sensitive- I.. don't know." You say. "I feel like I'm gonna pee or something." You say.

"Have you ever had an orgasm before?" He wonders, and you suddenly think. Have you? You're not sure.

"I.. don't know." You say.

"Hm." He cocks his head to the side a little, amused look on his face. "Lets see then." He almost challenges, resuming his activities, making you squirm yet again as you feel like something might be happening. Your back arches, and suddenly, you're not sure why you can't help but gasp out, his movements perfectly stable as pleasure rolls over you in waves. "There we go." He laughs, watching as you slowly come back down.

"Thank you.." you say breathlessly, before cringing at the sight of his glistening hand. "Uhm.. do you want me to do something too.?"

"It's okay." He says. "I've enjoyed watching you. That's enough." Jungkook chuckles, before pulling back the covers. "No, clean up. I gotta wash my hand and change too." He laughs, slapping your thigh with his clean hand.

"Change?" You wonder, standing up and cringing at the slippery feeling between your legs.

"I told you." He laughs, and only now do you notice a wet spot on his sweatpants as he'd turned on the lights. "I really enjoyed myself as well."

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He's warm.

His arm lays heavy over your body, breathing soft and barely noticeable on the skin of your neck. Jungkook has slept close to you the entire night, didn't mind when you stole the blanket from him it seems. He's holding onto you, face clear of any worry, no muscle tensed as he sleeps.

He slowly seems to wake up, pulls you closer for a moment as he stretches his limbs and back, before his tired eyes open. "Hey." He greets with a raspy voice.

"Hey." You quietly greet back. He chuckles.

"How do you feel?" He wonders, pulling you closer with a sleepy grin.

"Good. Happy." You say.

"In love?" He wonders.

You nod.

And he smiles, brighter than the sun already high up in the sky outside your window.

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nsfw alphabet - simon "ghost" riley

afab!reader

mdni - 18+; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

divider credit: @/cafekitsune

☆ a/n: Due to other various non-sexual factors, I headcanon Simon as a dom - somewhere between a soft and hard dom, but still very much so in that headspace. A majority of this is written under that notion.

♡ a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- Simon is the king of aftercare. He's so hyperfocused on taking care of you - making sure you understand how much he loves you, keeping you hydrated, cleaning you up, soothing any part of you that he feels needs it, etc. He tends to play pretty rough, test your limits, but nothing matters more to him than your wellbeing.

♡ b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- His favorite part of his own body is his back. It bears dozens of scars - some bad memories, some good - but also some of his favorite tattoos, including his newest, the one he got for you.

When it comes to you, it's definitely your eyes. They're so expressive, and sometimes, he can tell what you're thinking with just a glance. It's easy for him to decipher your mood. And he particularly loves watching those pretty eyes roll back when he hits the spot that makes you see stars.

♡ c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- He definitely prefers to finish on your holes rather than inside them. Something about seeing streaks of his cum painting your swollen, abused cunt, dripping down between your cheeks, drives him wild. He can't help but use the tip of his cock to smear it around and then fuck it into you.

♡ d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- When he's deployed, Simon takes a pair of your panties. Typically a clean pair, one of the cotton ones so there's no risk of tearing any lace or staining silk; but he keeps them in his pocket at all times. He jerks off with them when he misses you most, but he's never lost a pair. (He thinks you don't know, but you put it together after his first two deployments since you moved in together; kind of obvious when your favorite panties disappear when he does and resurface when he returns.)

♡ e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) 

- Simon doesn't have tons of experience. Between the job and his penchant for anti-social tendencies, coupled with the fact that he's objectively off-putting and intimidating under general circumstances, that doesn't leave much room for hook-ups. But what he lacked in the beginning, he made up for with enthusiasm and research.

♡ f = favorite position

- He's a mating press kinda man! Let's him get the perfect angle and depth to make you scream. Puts your sweet little cunt on full display for him while he ruins it, but your pretty face is still in his line of sight. He gets to see every fucked out expression without missing the way he stretches you out.

♡ g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- Despite the overwhelming perception, Simon's not all business, all the time. Everyone outside the 141 seems to ignore his dark sense of humor and all the shitty dad jokes he cracks just to hear your precious little giggles. He is, however, very serious in the moment. The dynamic you share really doesn't allow for his façade to crack unless your safeword is used.

♡ h = hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

- Si doesn't typically fuss over his body hair, but after the night he ended up with one of his own pubes in his mouth after a kiss, he decided to keep it a little neater when he's home. Nothing crazy, just shortening up the wiry hairs. But the carpet definitely matches the drapes.

♡ i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- There are hints of intimacy in everything Simon does. Sometimes, it's lacing his fingers between yours while he plows into you. Sometimes, it's pulling your head back by your hair to dot kisses along your hairline. Sometimes, it's the way he rubs the knots out of your calves when he keeps you in one position too long. But it's also the way he looks at you, the way he praises you for doing as you're told. It doesn't need to be some grand gesture for Simon. It's the little things that are most intimate.

♡ j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- He loves to make you watch him stroke his cock. Loves how you get all whiny and needy for it. His own hands don't feel nearly as good as yours do, but he'll edge himself until you start drooling. Otherwise, he doesn't really jack off unless he's deployed. No need when you've got a perfect little cum dumpster at home, yeah?

♡ k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

- Size kinkkkkkkk. Regardless of your size, no matter how much you may change over the years, Simon will simply always be bigger. In every way. He loves his intimidating stature, has the musculature to maneuver you how he sees fit, and he has a mean possessive streak that's meant to protect you. He wouldn't be quite so arrogant or smug when he takes you out if he were of a smaller frame.

(He also loves the fact that he's proportionately sized downstairs, too. Something in his brain goes a little fuzzy when he watches your holes stretch to their limits to swallow him whole.)

♡ l = location (favorite places to do the do)

- For teasing, Simon loves the car. You can't really fight back because he's driving, and safety is the number one rule. For sex, he prefers the living room or the bedroom. Toys and tools have their own cabinet in your shared room, restraints beneath the mattress, but the living room has versatility - the couch, the floor, his desk, all provide endless options.

♡ m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- You. Just you. You existing. That's all.

♡ n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- He absolutely will not permit anything that leaves permanent marks, physical or psychological. There are specific terms that are a hard no for degradation. If you're into knife play, he has a dummy knife that feels real enough but bears no risk of harm. Your safety is paramount, and he won't participate in any act he feels could endanger that.

♡ o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- Simon gives as good as he gets 110% of the time, loves going down on you just for the sympony of sounds you make, but this man is so in love with watching you gag on his cock. He's obsessed with the way your mascara looks when it's running down your cheeks. He loves to watch you cough and sputter when he fucks your throat. When he has you in the perfect position, he adores the way your throat bulges to accommodate him.

♡ p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

- Generally, he's pretty rough, but it's not always fast. He'll alternate between railing you within an inch of your life and agonizingly slow strokes that end in him slamming home hard enough to scoot you up the mattress. He likes to take his time taking you apart, but making love is reserved for rare occasions, particularly when you've been having a rough mental week and need to be reminded that you are loved.

♡ q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- Quickies aren't preferred. They'll do in a pinch if you just can't wait, but as stated previously, Simon likes to take his time. He'll make a whole evening of edging and overstimulating you if you let him.

♡ r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- He's moderate in his stance on risk. Teasing is all fine and dandy; he doesn't give a fuck if anyone thinks something is off. But he isn't necessarily game for risky locations when it comes to sex. He's wary of anyone else seeing what's his. He's unopposed to experimenting, though. Never know what you like until you give it a shot.

♡ s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- His stamina is borderline superhuman. He can cum maybe two or three times in a session, lasts way too long, doesn't need much time to get hard again. But outside of sessions, he’ll hold out for a good half an hour before he allows himself to finish - just to make sure you've gotten your fill (literally and metaphorically).

♡ t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- I think he owns a few cock rings for himself, but he mostly buys them for you, and boy howdy, does he use them. He favors the vibrators he can control in particular. Loves making you wear them in public and watching you try to act normal. Loves making you bounce on a decent sized dildo while you suck him off (swears it's to prep you for him, but really, he gets off on the idea of you getting double stuffed). Loves to hear you beg for it when he edges your throbbing clit with your little wand.

♡ u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

- He's a merciless tease. Working you up is a game to him. Simon loves to see how far you can bend before you break. And he loves it when you give it right back to him! Winding him up until he snaps is equally fun for him.

♡ v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- Simon isn't particularly loud, but he's very vocal. He's so primal about it all, grunting and breathing heavily while spewing absolute filth. Constantly telling you how good you feel, how well you're taking him, how pretty you are. A mixture of praise and degradation. He's the type to force you to look him in the eyes while you're struggling to keep them from rolling back. When he's about to cum, the grunts turn into groans, pitched up to near whimpers. He talks to whole time, more so than any time you're not fucking.

♡ w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- Definitely into anal play. It takes a long time to work you open enough to take him, and he enjoys every second of it. You make this cute, punched-out noise when he finally pushes it in that almost makes him cum on the spot every time. Likewise, he's a big fan of rimming and a little light fingering himself.

♡ x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- Obv Simon’s a fucking mountain of a man, all 6'4" of him. Proportionate. No shortage of raised pink scars littering his pale skin; they're everywhere. Hella tatted.

7", heavy upward curve, uncut, too thick to wrap your hand all the way around.

♡ y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- Early on, his drive was pretty low. Sex wasn't a priority; he was fine without it. But then he got his first taste of you, and all bets were off. He's incapable of keeping his hands off you. He'll fuck you 3-5 times a week, but if you want more, you need only ask.

 

♡ z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- Sleep doesn't typically come easy for Simon, and this is no exception. The difference here is that he's too busy admiring you to close his eyes. This specifically is the time he spends questioning how he got so fuckin' lucky, what a guy like him ever did to deserve a gift like you. He spends half the night just staring at you, memorizing every single little detail all over again. He's used to running on only a couple hours of sleep, so it's well worth the sacrifice.

[writing-rat]

G!P Vada Cavell NSFW Alphabet

A - Aftercare (What they are like after sex) 

Vada is tired after sex. She usually just lays down next to you and cuddles up. She has snacks and water in her drawer always so you know if you need something, you can find it there. She tends to sleep after some water but cuddles up to you at least. She would bathe you tomorrow.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and yours)

Her favourite body part of hers is her dick obviously. She loves to show it off to you whenever she can. Her favourite body part of yours however is your breasts obviously as she looks at them all the time.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum)

She loves to cum inside you mainly. Sometimes she will come on you or even make you swallow it but she wants it inside. She makes sure you are on birth control though as she doesn't want a child young. She also agrees to use a condom if you don't want birth control.

D - Dirty Secret (Dirty secret of theirs)

Vada definitely masturbated and came just from sniffing your clothes when you went and showered. She was always quick to cum and hide the fact she did that stuff though.

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

She isn't experienced at all. She only fucked one person and that was Mia. No one else wanted to be used by her. She knows what to do though. Mia helped her and also she watched porn made by couples so she knows what people like and learns from your moans too.

F - Favourite position (Self-explanatory)

69. She likes to eat you out while you suck her dick. When she's close though, she holds it until you cum then pulls out and cums inside you. She kisses you after and smiles at how she pleasured you just with her tongue.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?)

She is goofy. She begs for sex and with your consent, she pleasures you. She isn't serious though as she just fucks you when you talk, when you're joking and even when you're watching a movie. If something goes wrong and it's hilarious, she will laugh and joke about it.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they?)

She does not shave or trim at all. She has no motivation at all. In return, she doesn't care how well-groomed you are too, she just wants you to be comfortable in yourself.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect?)

She is very romantic at times but sometimes she cannot. She is definitely focused on pleasuring you instead of herself though, wanting to treat you well.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She masturbates 2 times a day. If you don't fuck her that day though, 4 times. She is horny a lot of the time, what can she say?

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Public sex. She likes to show others that you are hers and that she is yours. She marks you up everywhere even.

L - Location (Favourite places to do it)

Her favourite place to do it is in the high school bathroom. It makes the bad memories of it slowly fade away and think of you whenever. She also likes to do it in her room as she isn't allowed to have sex at home but still does.

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

She just wants to pleasure you. That's what gets her going. When you are horny she wants to see you satisfied and gently uses you and kisses you all over. She also gets turned on when you wear her clothes and bend over in them.

N - No (Something they won’t do)

She wouldn't do gun play for obvious reasons, nor would she do roleplays where it mentions guns or shooters or even victims.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, and how skilled)

She prefers to give. She is also very skilled as she is quick to learn what you like and don't like. Hell, she even teases you sometimes so it isn't the same every time.

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

It depends what time of day and how much energy she has. In the morning, she is slow and sensual, especially when you are cuddled up. During the day it is fast and rough though. At night it is back to slow and sensual.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies and how often?)

She loves a good quickie. She does them once a day if possible. She does them anywhere too and loves to treat you like a queen.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

She loves to experiment and takes some risks. Sometimes she likes to stick with the normal though, and wants to keep it vanilla.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

She can go many rounds. She doesn't tire out after 3 rounds, but around 5 rounds. She can last 30 minutes actually but if you want to stop early, she will allow it of course. She loves you too much to hurt you.

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

She does own toys. She does use certain ones like a fleshlight and one certain vibrator only to tease the tip of her dick. She has vibrators and dildos to use on you though as well as ropes.

U - Unfair (How much they like to tease)

She can be very unfair. She sends you nudes throughout the day when she knows you don't feel confident enough in the place to fuck (like a cafe). She also teases you with masturbation videos at night if you aren't there. She also touches you all over.

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

She can be loud if she wants to be. She moans, grunts and whines. She can scream if she's sensitive. She also can be quiet when needed, especially if its out in a public space.

W - Wild card (Random headcanon)

She loves to record whenever you have sex. She asks every time if you want to beforehand though, and respects your choice. She even shares the drive with the videos with you so you can delete them if you want.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under their clothes)

She has a bit of muscle but that is hidden by her baggy clothing. She also has a 7.5 inch dick, with hair all over her legs and around her dick as she doesn't shave or trim at all. She also has a thicc ass anf thighs as well as a small chest, not even wearing a bra sometimes.

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

Her sex drive is HIGH. In fact it is through the roof. She can be horny from the simplest sentence or touch. She even shows it to you and said what triggered it because she wants to tease you and to try and get a quickie

Z -  Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep after sex)

She can fall asleep straight away if she wants to but she wants to make sure you are ok. In fact she holds you gently after and just fall asleep cuddling.

[lindsay00000008]

Ghost x Fem!Reader

DownBad!Simon Ghost Riley x JustAFriend!Reader

A little worldbuilding for ya. Enjoy! Maybe next will be a how-they-met drabble.

Part 3 (Prev)

CW: cursing, reference to solo hanky panky

“Beer?”

“Beer.”

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So it turns out a honey glaze can catch fire in the air fryer. Who knew?

The Thursday Dinner Experiment dissolves into a slapdash affair of side veggies (sautéed onions, broccoli and peppers) with frozen beef and bean burritos as the main course. You and Simon settle on a movie to offset the stress of dousing the flames, have a couple more beers on the couch, and talk about the project Simon wants to complete before his next gig.

“Built-ins.”

“Incredible. Love a good built-in.”

His fixer-upper has been the highlight of his time off, it seems. Not a distraction, per se. You get the feeling he likes the act of creation, healing the house and seeing the effect of his work in measurable ways. He says he intends to sell it for profit, but those times you see him at work it’s a bit hard to believe.

“The roof is all fixed then?”

“Mm,” he gives a more-or-less wave of his hand, and you snicker.

“Remind me not to sleep over. Or would you hold an umbrella for me?”

He huffs and takes a swig of his drink.

“Oh, hey have you heard from Johnny lately?”

He gives you a look that seems to say o‘course I have, and you continue.

“Ok yeah, I just meant I haven’t been able to get ahold of him in a bit.”

“Some’n you need?”

“Um, it’s more like I owe him,” you chuckle. “He told me I could buy him dinner but he’s been slippery.”

Simon snorts, covering his mouth and nose before beer can spout forth.

“What?” You smile, bewildered at his sudden humor.

“Hmm. Johnny... yeah, you could say he’s slippery.”

“Is this a sex thing? Cause I remember that story Johnny told at the bar and it really-“

“Nah,” Simon can’t hold in his laugh this time, “Nah it’s not a sex thing. It's a... work thing. Inside joke.”

"Oh, haha..." You laugh faintly, that familiar, outside-looking-in feeling creeping up. You're not exactly sure what Simon does for work. You've been friends for two years now, and see him constantly for those periods of time when he's home, but there's still so much you're in the dark about. You don't need to know these things to enjoy your time together. And Simon seems comfortable separating his work from his daily life. Besides his attachment to his coworker Johnny, of course, the two closer than brothers.

Sometime you think they're in some kind of international mafia. Simon shows up after a month away looking like he's been steamrolled and blown up, with trinkets and treats from places far away. Specialty coffee, a tiny stained glass lamp, an ocarina engraved with a lily. The military maybe - but you've had friends in the military, a cousin who joined the marines even, and this feels very different.

Simon rubs his mouth, slotting the bridge between his thumb and forefinger beneath his nose, an action you've noticed seems to sooth him. Perhaps he's thinking the same things, feeling the secrets between you. You want to pull him away from the thought, show him you're fine with however much he can give you. Your friendship is all that matters.

"So he's good yeah? Just busy, then?"

"Hm. Bloke's fine, probably just joined a knittin' club or sum'in. I'll ask 'im."

"Hah. Well like I said, it's repayment, for that time he spotted me at Hooligan's. Don't want to be a bother."

Simon levels you with a serious look.

"He'd be a big idiot to turn down your offer."

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"Why are you avoiding her, ya big idiot?" Simon accuses Johnny when he phones him later that night.

"Oh 'am the idiot? Yer the one who can't see 'am tryin' to give ye room to make a move on the lass."

"Fuck righ' off Soap, we're just friends. Thought the two o' you were friends too, but you're making her wonder."

"She'll ge' over it. But you won't ge' over it if she goes out with me and falls for my charms, no' will ya?"

"Gimme a break."

"Look. I like her. Which is why I'm backin' off. It's no' so rare for me to have a wee crush. But the second I saw you makin' goo-goo eyes-"

"I do not make-"

"Hush it, LT. 'Am just tryin'a give ye yer best shot. She's the first thing ye think of when comin' off deployment, yeah? 'Ah know, I see it in ye every time. One day you'll thank me."

"Look, just..." Simon speaks through a raging blush, his voice a grumble that sounds grumpier than he really feels, "call her back, would ya? Go grab a coffee or something. I'm not pressed. If she likes you... I'll deal. Don't count on it though. She's too smart for you."

"Sure LT. I'll do it for you, alright? Kisses,"

"Soap..."

"Yeah, LT?"

"Fuck off."

"'Night, LT."

"G'night."

Simon tosses the phone to the floor beside the bed and curses up at the ceiling, rubbing his hot face. His mind turns back to the wrestling that afternoon. The way he "accidentally" fell atop you when you tripped, how you were enveloped perfectly beneath his body, the way your eyes widened and cheeks flushed when you both looked at the salacious packaging spilling out of the nondescript cardboard box. Oh, how he wanted to tease you relentlessly. Give in to the desire to drag your pure, ladylike demeanor through the mud and then lick it all off. If he said the things he was itching to say, would you cover your ears, or laugh? Would you bite back? What would happen then, on that couch, if you hadn't scurried away when you did? The images take him away.

It's a long time before he finds sleep, his hands too rough and knowledgable to truly satisfy.

He can't go on like this. Not forever. But what else can he do?

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P.S. About Simon's mask

My sister told me she was confused as to why Simon doesn't have a mask in these drabbles. I have the idea that he keeps his civilian life so entirely separate from work that he can't wear a mask all the time for fear people might make that connection. People know him in the field as the guy who always wears the mask, right? He has two identities. With the mask, and without. Ghost, and Simon. He does still wear a plain black KN95 on errands, citing health awareness (it's really his anxiety). But when he's comfortable at home or with friends (even at his favorite bar, sometimes), he takes it off. That's my headcannon, anyway.

[personwhowrites]

Traffic

Cw: Fluff just pure fluff between the group

Task Force 141 x platonic gn!Reader maybe some Simon Ghost Riley x gn!Reader, John Soap Mactavish x gn!Reader.

Wc:2.4k

You sat in the car, the smell of smoke, blood and mud stained the inside of the car. Price was driving the car, Gaz sat in the passenger seat, while you were squeezed between Ghost and Soap, the wet mud their skin not making it any better. You wanted to sit by the window but Ghost first got in the car, then you but Soap complained that he wanted the window seat, and with your heart of gold you agreed and let Soap take the window seat, unaware of the wet mud on his arms and Ghost’s.

“How much longer?” You ask, looking at the road ahead. “I don't like sitting in the middle..no offense guys.”

“We would have been at the safe house by now.. If someone didn’t blow up the damn car.” Gaz speaks up before looking at Price who frowned at his comment. “How the fuck did you blow the car? Is that like Soap thing to do?”

“I couldn’t see.” Price replies and lets out an annoyed groan.”I see traffic”

“Traffic?” Soap says peering over Price's shoulder pushing you into Ghost's last personal space he had. “Oh wow yeah..”

“Johnny if you don’t sit down and stop pushing them to me I will make you sit down properly.” Ghost mumbles before looking at you with more annoyance. “And you, don’t let Soap push you around.”

“Easy for you to say, you aren’t in the middle..” You reply as Price stops the car in a small traffic jam. “God why is this place so packed now? When we came this way in the morning it wasn’t like this.”

“I don’t even wanna question it..” Gaz says and looks over at you before cracking a smile. “You're getting sandwiched very well huh?”

“If you didn’t call shotgun before me..you would be in my place.” you reply and flip him off as Price turns his head over to you. “It’s already hard being hurt…now I gotta deal with being squeezed.”

“Just relax, we will be at the safe house soon.” Price replies and looks at you. “It’s strange seeing you being squeezed like this.”

“Only thing we need is Soap acting like a three-year-old.” Ghost remarks and looks at Soap who's grinning now. “..Don’t you dare..”

“Oh I shall dare..” Soap replies before taking a deep breath. “Price, I'm hungry, whe do we get to the safe house? I'm bored Price, Price..”

“Why did you even give him any ideas, Ghost..” Gaz groans and turns to face the road. “This line will take forever to move.”

“Just give it some time..” Price says trying to ignore Soap blabbering. “Someone shut Soap up before I do.”

Soap stops talking and looks out the window, to see a couple of kids looking at him. Price sighs and rubs his eyes with one hand, before rubbing his face. Gaz takes his phone out and looks at some text messages. Meanwhile Ghost just.. stares out the road, looking at the color and license of other cars. There was an awkward silence before Gaz phone played loud sound, everyone turned to him wanting an explanation on what on earth was that sound.

“What? Can’t a man listen to a video in peace?” Gaz comments and looks back at his phone before cracking a smile. “Stupid chicken..”

“God, you're gonna become like Price with that type of humor Gaz.” You comment looking over his shoulder. “How is a chicken running after another chicken funny?”

“You just won't understand, your humor is worse than Ghosts..” Gaz mumbles and looks at you now. “You laughed over a slice falling over last week..”

“How is that not funny?!” You exclaim and look at him with some annoyance. “You people don’t understand humor.”

“You laughed over some bread?” Soap questions your humor. “Who in the bloody hell laughs at some bread falling over?.”

“People with humor!” You reply and turn to Soap. “You laugh at Ghost awful jokes..”

“Okay why are you and Gaz dragging my name into this.” Ghost comments turning his head to you. “Do I humor you all or something? Do I need to be harsher? Is that what you both need to stop involving my name.”

“Hey at least you don’t have to put your phone close to your face to read big ass letters.” You say looking at Price who stares at you confused. “What?”

“What do you mean by that..” Price says now turning half his body to you. “You're attacking everyone huh?”

“Aw, come on, I'm not just commenting on the obvious.” You state and give him a warm smile. “You act like one of those dads that would be proud after cutting their grass perfectly.”

“I can see this actually..” Gaz comments looking at Price and smiles. “Bet you put your hands on your hips and sigh deeply taking in the sight of the perfectly cut grass.”

“He wears a different hat, like he has multiple hats for different needs.” Soap adds looking at Price with a smile. “Yep I definitely see it..”

“You three leave the captain alone.”Ghost says, looking at Price and then out the window. “It’s obvious he would never take that bloody hat off for anything.”

“Hold on, did Ghost just…comment on Price?” You say with an amused smile. “Never thought he would do such a thing.”

"There's a lot of things you don’t know about me.” Ghost replies and gives you a slight side eye. “You remind me of dog.”

“Huh?” You blurt and look at Ghost slightly annoyed. “What do you mean by that Ghost.”

“I see it.. Maybe like a chihuahua or pomeranian..” Price says looking at your face. “Or golden retriever.”

“It depends on their mood sometimes.” Soap adds grabbing your face. “But i see mix of chihuahua and pomeranian.”

“Are you guys seriously comparing me to angry dogs?” You mumble looking as Soap as his palms rest on your cheeks. “Why do such a thing?”

“Why compare our humor?” Price questions you and Soap lets go of your face. “Why question the hat I wear and Gaz's humor?”

You stay silent and look at him with a dead serious look and sigh knowing he is right. You were bored that’s all, the traffic hasn’t moved an inch and the blazing afternoon sun hit the windows of the car. Price looked back at the traffic and let out an annoyed sigh. He definitely wasn’t pleased with this nor were the others. Gaz turns his attention back to his phone, which makes you take yours out. Ghost glances over, he sees the password and looks away. Soap glances over as you open a game on your phone.

“What are you playing?” Soap asks now more in your personal space.”I never knew you liked games.”

“Uh, just some random game I found while watching youtube. The ad got me to download it since it seemed good.” You reply and focus your attention on the game. “It’s called Cry Of Divine.. or COD. I'm playing the mobile version but there is a computer and console game.”

“What’s it about? Is it popular?” Soap asks while taking out his phone. “Where can I get it?”

“Your play store?” You say confused and see Gaz downloading it too. “It’s multiplayer, and there are tons of different modes and events for limited items.” You pause and look at your phone. “It’s really fun and you play with many high ranked players.. You can work with people or work alone, it doesn't really matter.”

“What's your username?” Gaz asks wanting to play with you while Soap downloads the game. “I'll add you so we can pass time..”

You give Gaz your username, Soap soon joins in the fun. Price advanced the car slightly, the traffic was still heavy and he was bored. Ghost looked at you and Soap played the game, it was just a shooting game, but it seemed fun. Ghost leaned back on his seat and took his phone out, feeling foolish he elbowed you. You turned to Ghost as he offered his phone for you to add yourself. You didn’t question it and added him. Soon he joined the party and Price looked over.

“Are you all playing?” Price asks, raising a brow. “First time I see grown adults play together in a packed car to pass time.”

“How the bloody fuck did they shoot me though a wall with a damn sniper riffle!” Gaz blurts out shaking his head. “This is so bitch ass.”

“Got them! Up to your left Ghost, you can knife them with the mellevee in your second slot.” You say moving your fingers quickly on your screen. “Soap sniper behind you.”

“Got them” They both reply to your call outs as Price smiles a bit.

“So it’s a game about our jobs technically?” Price asks looking over at Gaz phone. “But you respawn huh?”

“Yep, you should join us captain, then there you can also be our captain.” Soap comments looking up from his phone. “It’s actually really fun.”

Price hesitates for a couple minutes before agreeing, soon all of you are playing the game. ‘Cry of Divine Mobile’. The traffic soon moved and you played for Price yourself, which honestly surprised you. Ghost was getting slightly angry on how he kept dying and his shooting wasn’t perfect as in actual life. Soap on the other hand learned how to get the hang of things and even showed you some tricks he created himself. Ghost looked up from his phone to you, his gaze softened. Price looked at Ghost, through the mirror and questioned his gaze towards you. The car slowly began to move, it seemed like the traffic jam was becoming undone slowly. You looked up from your phone, then glanced over at the cars in front of you. Price gives you a smile though the rear mirror and you smile back. Soap yawned and rubbed his yes, he was ether bored or tired.

“Can one of you wake me up when we get to the safe house?” Soap asked with a yawn and lean against the door. “I would appreciate that.”

“We will..” You reply with your own yawn, before sitting back properly in the middle seat. “Think I might join Soap in his nap.”

“You go ahead, I will make sure to wake you two up.” Price replies and glances over at Gaz who’s also fell asleep. “I will make sure you three wake up..”

You nodded and closed your eyes, you slightly lean to Soap, his head rested on the window. You slowly began to nod your head, showing you needed to sleep. Ghost glance over and shifted in his seat, he didn’t want you to lean on him. Soap shifted in his seat and yawned. You joined his yawn and lean against him. Soap didn’t mind it and put his arm around your neck, giving you some support. Ghost looked over and narrowed his gaze, before Price cleared his throat.

“They do need support and probably somewhere comfortable to sleep..” Price says and looks at the busy road. “They need space, and a warm space..”

Ghost knew what Price was talking about, he turned you and yanked you to his lap. You woke up quickly to the yank and stared at Ghost with great concern. Price chuckled as your heart raced, Ghost stared at you with some annoyance.

“Go to sleep, ill wake you up.” Ghost mumbles in his cold tone. “Just go to sleep.”

You nod awkwardly and rest your head on his chest, you hear his heart beating fast. You looked at Ghost, who was looking out the window. An arm wrapped around you for support, slowly you closed your eyes and felt that both of his hands wrapped around you like a casual hug. One you would properly never feel again. Price now sighs in some relief and looks at Ghost giving a nod of approval to rest up. Ghost leans his own head on the back of the seat and closes his eyes, his arms still tightly around you. Soap soon leans over to Ghost arms, and somehow manages to lay down and put his head on your lap. Gaz meanwhile is happily sleeping and leaning on the chair, the seatbelt keeping him safe. Price drives though the traffic jam making sure you all rest up.

Traffic is something no one expected that it would lead you all to become closer than needed. Traffic is something that made you realize maybe there was something more than friendship with Ghost..maybe even something more with Soap. Traffic, something that made you…happy to see each time when you were with them all.

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Summary: The reader seeks help from her friendly and especially handsome neighbor Rodolfo when she realizes they she's being stalked.

Warnings!!! Stalking, Breaking and Entering, theft of undergarments, general 18+ themes.

You step off the bus with an exhausted sight, gaze fixed on your apartment complex, waiting for you half a block down the street. You've just gotten off a particularly grueling 48-hour shift at the ER. And exhausted doesn't even begin to cover how you feel.

You trudge down the cracked sidewalk, passing under the dim street lamps that barely work anymore. The street is void of other people since it's well past midnight. But you can't help get an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach as you walk. It feels like someone is watching you.

You quicken your pace and hurry toward the relative safety of your apartment complex. The complex is better-lit than the street, and there are still a couple of working cameras bolted to the top of the building. You make it to the entrance of the complex and dare a glance back toward the street behind you.

It's still just as empty as it was before. But you still can't shake that uneasy feeling you've got.

You adjust your bag on your shoulder and ascend the stairs up to your apartment on the 4th floor. You hurry up the steps at a quickened pace and breathe a sigh of relief once you reach the long hallway of your floor. The hallway is straight and lit well, leaving no places for anyone to hide. You head down the hall and are about to reach your door when you hear heavy footsteps behind you. You freeze up as the footsteps near and dare to turn your head.

"Evening, YN." A male voice sounds as you turn toward it.

Your nerves calm when you realize that it's just your neighbor, Rodolfo, greeting you. From the looks of him, he's also just coming back from work. He's in the military if you remember right. And works long shifts just like you do.

"Rodolfo. You scared me!" You laugh it off with a friendly smile.

"I did?" Rodolfo replies. "Sorry, YN." He is quick to apologize.

You laugh again at your neighbor's lack of humor. "It's fine." You assure him. "I was only joking. Goodnight, Rodolfo." You smile at him again and fish out your keys from your pocket.

"Right. Good." Rodolfo nods. "Goodnight, YN. And hey, my friends call me Rudy, remember?" He reminds you.

"Goodnight, Rudy." You correct yourself with a small laugh and head inside your apartment.

You close the door behind you and lock it. That uneasy feeling you had is gone now. But you can't help but wonder if it was Rodolfo unknowingly following you back out on the street and you just didn't notice him. Regardless, you're tired so you put your things away and head straight to bed, saving a shower for in the morning.

The next morning you wake up around 10 am and finally rinse off in the shower. You're off work for the next three days so it's time to get some stuff done around the house. And there is plenty to do. You've got laundry piling up that needs washed. A sink full of dishes that need to be cleaned. And your fridge is nearly void of any edible foods. Not to mention your apartment could use some general tidying up as well.

You decide to start with the laundry and make a list of stuff you need from the store while you're at it. You gather up all your dirty clothes and toss them into a hamper before making your way down to the laundry room in the basement of the building. People are milling around in the halls and outside now that's its day again. You pass a few neighbors on your way down to the basement and greet swap the usual friendly smiles and hellos.

Down in the basement, you toss your laundry into one of the larger machines and then get to work on your grocery list. The washing machine rumbles to life as you sit on a bench off to the side of the room and begin silently meal planning for the week. With the machine being so loud you don't hear someone coming down the stairs. And it isn't until said person blocks the light coming from the hall and casts a shadow into the room do you look up from your list.

"Hmm? Oh, Rodolfo! Good morning." You find your neighbor once again gracing you with his presence.

"Good morning, YN." Rodolfo nods, holding a basket of laundry to his side. "You off of work today as well?" He asks you casually.

You nod and set your list aside for a moment. "Yeah, finally." You joke. "Things have been crazy down at the ER these past few weeks. So many shootings and other gang attacks." You shake your head.

Rodolfo nods knowingly and walks over to one of the vacant machines. "Crime rates have never been higher in Las Almas." He shakes his head as well. "Damn Narcos. We just can't seem to get rid of them." He grumbles to himself.

"I'm sure that you and the rest of your Los Vaqueros buddies are doing their best." You reply with an assuring smile.

Rodolfo turns back around to face you at the mention of Los Vaqueros. He quirks an eyebrow at you. "Where did you hear about Los Vaqueros?" He asks you. "I thought it was only the military community that was in on that joke."

"Oh, the ladies on the non-emergency floor love to talk about the rough and tough cowboys always coming in for minor injuries and checks." You giggle. "They love bragging about all the eye candy that comes through their floor every week."

The washing machine housing your clothes rumbles to a stop so you saunter over to it and toss them all back into the basket. You take the basket and walk it over to the tower of dryers a few feet away and toss them back into the machine.

"You work on the ER floor, right?" Rodolfo asks you.

"Mhm. In 48-hour shifts usually." You nod and start the dryer. "Why do you ask?"

Rodolfo shrugs and leans on the washing machine he's using. "Did anyone get off the bus with you last night?" He asks you. "I don't want to sound alarming. But there was some guy lurking out by your stop looking really shady last night when I passed by it." He explains.

Your eyes widen in surprise. Was someone following you last night?

"No. I was the only one that got off at that stop." You shake your head. "I didn't see anyone when I got off either." You add, now visibly a bit freaked out.

Rodolfo notices the uneasy look on your face and walks over to you. "Hey. I'm sure it was nothing, right? Probably just someone waiting for the bus to come back around." He attempts to ease your worry.

"Yeah, probably." You agree.

Rodolfo changes the subject to soccer to ease the tension in the room. The two of you chat for a bit until your dryer finishes its cycle. You gather up your clean clothes and bid goodbye to Rodolfo.

"Well. Thanks for the chat, Rudy. I'll catch you later." You smile at him before heading up the stairs back to your apartment.

"Yeah, see you later, YN. Have a good day." Rodolfo waves to you as you walk off.

You head up back to your apartment and put your clothes away. Once everything is put away you grab your purse and head off to wait for the bus.

Outside, the sun is high in the sky and beating down in waves of heat. People of all sorts are out and about in the neighborhood as you walk down the sidewalk to the ruddy bus stop sign down the block. The worn out sign is accompanied by a rusty bench. A little old woman is sitting on said bench when you approach the stop. You offer her a smile and fetch a book to read from your bag while you wait for the bus to arrive.

You get a few pages into your book when that same uneasy feeling from last next suddenly overtakes you. You cautiously peer over the top of your book and scan the area. At first, no one around you raises any red flags. But when you glance across the street, your eyes land on a strangely familiar man leaning against the alleyway entrance across the way. He's wearing sunglasses and a torn-up baseball cap, so you can't make out his face. But you swear you've seen him before. And you may not be able to see where his eyes are looking behind those mirrored sunglasses. But you get the uneasy feeling that it's you he's staring at.

Thankfully, the bus comes around the corner and pulls in front of the stop. You put your book back in its bag and help the little old lady next to you up the steps up into the bus. After she's settled, you find an empty seat and settle down for the ride. You go back to reading your book, thankful that the man from across the street didn't make any motion to get on the bus with you.

You pick up everything you need at the market and catch the bus back to your neighborhood. The trip goes off without any other problems and you are relieved to find the creepy man from before gone when you get back from your trip.

You head back to you apartment with your arms hauling four grocery bags up the stairs. You make it to the hallway on the 4th floor and set your bags down in front of your door so you can fish your keys out of your purse. You get your keys out of your purse and attempt to unlock the door. But there's just one problem.

The door is already unlocked.

"What the hell?" You pull your key out of the lock with a puzzled look.

Had you forgotten to lock it before you left? No. You are almost positive that you locked it. You never forget to lock the door before you leave. Especially since you're a woman living alone.

Paranoia gets the better of you and turn around to the apartment door one down from yours. You silently pray that your neighbor is home and knock sharply on the faded wooden door. You wait patiently for an answer and can hear movement from inside the apartment. A few seconds later, the door swings open to reveal quite the sight.

Rodolfo stands in front of you, clad in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts and the sweat rolling down his ridiculously toned chest. You can't help your widening eyes as you drink in the sight before you. And you suddenly find yourself at a loss for words.

"YN!" Rodolfo greets you with his usual friendly smile and wipes some sweat from his brows.

"Umm, hi, Rudy." You return your gaze to his face after another moment of shameless ogling. "Sorry to bother you." You rub your arm sheepishly.

Rodolfo shrugs, still smiling at you. "No trouble." He insists. "I was just getting a quick workout in. What's up?" He nods back inside his apartment.

"Umm, well." You bite the inside of your lip, suddenly feeling silly. "I know this might sound like I'm a bit paranoid. But I just came back to my apartment from getting groceries and found my door unlocked. And I swear that I locked it before I left." You explain the situation to Rudy whom nods.

"Huh." Rodolfo nods. "Here, come inside and let me grab a shirt real quick." He steps back and beckons you inside the doorway. "I'll take a look for you to make sure everything is fine."

You nod and step inside Rodolfo's apartment while he dissapears to unfortunialy put a shirt on. You glance around the part of the apartment that you can see from the door. It's surpisingly clean and neat for being a bachleaor pad. But then again, Rodolfo is a military man. And you can only imagine how neat and proper they like to keep things.

Rudy comes back a few seconds later now wearing a shirt and follows you out to the hallway. You step back out of the way and Roldofo takes the lead. He heads into your apartment and you reamin posted by the door while he checks the room for any intruders.

"Well, it doesnt look like anyones been in here, YN." Rodolfo comes back a few painstaking minutes later. "Does anything seem missing or out of place to you?" He asks you.

You begin walking around the room now that you know that it's safe to enter. You check around for anything miss or moved and come back to find that Rodolfo has kindly retreived your groceries from the hallway.

"Oh, thanks, Rudy." You thank him as he sets your bags down on your kitchen counter. "I don't think anything is missing. And it looks the same as it did when I left." You report to him. "Maybe I did really just forget to lock it." You sigh.

Rodolfo nods and joins you at your door. "Okay. I'm right across the hall if you need anything, YN. So don't hesitate to come get me if you have a bad feeling about something, okay?" He offers.

"Thank you, again, Rudy." You nod again. "And I'll keep that in mind."

Rodolfo places a gentle hand on your arm and flashes a reassuring smile at you before heading back to his apartment. You close and lock your door before tending to putting your groceries up.

Late into the night you are catching up on some emails and paying some bills on your laptop in your room. Some music is playing softly from the laptop and you are humming along when something catches your attention. Your bedroom door is closed but light is streaming in from the main room. Out of the corner of you eye you swear you see a shadow pass by the door and freeze up.

"What the fuck." You whisper to yourself, frozen in fear.

After a few seconds of silence you will yourself silently off your bed and over to your bedroom door. You press your ear to the door and listen as carefully as you can for any signs of someone on the other side of the door. Your breath hitches in your throat and your heart thumps in your chest as the sound of rustling carries through the door.

"Oh my god." You whisper to yourself.

In a fearful state you pick up the metal baseball bat leaned up against the wall by your door. You grip the bat in your hand tightly and brace yourself. Taking a deep breath you swing the bedroom door open and step out into the main room of your apartment. The first thing you see is your front door as it is getting pulled shut from out in the hall.

"What the fuck!" You screech and lurch forward toward the door.

You rush the door with your bat held high and ready to swing. You crash into the hallway and catch a glimpse of someone dressed in dark clothes booking it down the hall to the staircase. Across the hall Rodolfo swings open his apartment door with his service pistol trained in front of him.

"YN!" Rodolfo spots you in the hallway dressed in your PJ"s and weilding a bat.

"Rodolfo!" You turn around and lower the bat, your heart still beating a million miles an hour. "He was in my fucking apartment!"

Rodolfo lowers his pistol and hurries over to your side. "What? Who? Okay, let's put this thing down before you hurt someone." He reaches a hand out and lowers the bat in your hand. "You said someone was in your apartment just now?" He looks for clarification depsite your clearly manic state.

"I was reading email in bed in my room when I heard him out in the apartment! By the time I made it out of my room he was already leaving." You explain. "I saw him booking it down the stairs." You point to the stairwell at the end of the hall.

"Okay. Go into my apartment and lock the door behind you." Rodolfo nods. "I'm gonna call a friend of mine and have a look around."

You nod and step inside Rodolfo's apartment. He shuts the door behind you and you lock it. You see the doorknob rattle indicating Rudy is making sure it's locked before he leaves.

You wander into the apartment and find a seat on Rudy's suprisingly comfortable couch. The quiet ambience of the apartment helps calm your nerves at you wait for Rudy to return.

Around 10 minutes later you hear the front door being unlocked followed by Rodolfo announcing himself to the room. "YN? It's just me! And a friend of mine." He shouts from the door.

Rodolfo finds you sitting on his couch in silence and you eye his tall friend standing right behind him. The pair walk over to you and Rodolfo sits down next to you.

"YN, this is my friend, Colonel Alejandro Vargas." Rudy introduces you to his buddy.

"It's nice to finally meet you, YN." Alejandro offers you a sympathetic smile. "Rudy here talks about you a lot." He jokes.

Rodolfo shoots his friend a look and Alejandro takes a seat in a chair oposite of the couch.

"Rudy told me that you've got a stalker?" Alejandro gets on with his questions. "Do you know who it is?" He asks you.

"No. I don't think I know him." You shake your head.

You take a minute to explain the feeling of being watched that you've been experiencing. As well as the encouters on your way home from work and then again earlier today at the bus stop. You finish up by explaining the encounter in your apartment and Alejandro jots a few things down in his notebook.

"I've got some of my men sweeping the neighborhood for anyone hanging around." Alejandro closes his notebook. "In the meantime, I'd reccomend staying somewhere other than your apartment. Do you have anywhere to stay?" He asks you.

You shake your head, unable to come up with any valid idea of where you could go. "My parents are both dead. And I don't have any sibling or other family in the area. Plus none of my friends at work are that close with me, you know?" You begin to stress yourself out.

"She can stay in her apartment." Rodolfo speaks up. "I'll stay with her until we find this guy. And we will find him, YN." He assures you.

"You don't have to do that, Rudy." You shake your head.

But Rudy won't take no for an answer. "Nonsense. It's no problem, YN. I just want you be safe." He insists.

You agree to let Rudy stay with you and the three of you head back into your apartment. You look around the place to see if anything is missing, but once again find nothing out of place. Alejandro heads out to redevous with his men out on the street while Rudy stays with you.

The two of you sit down on your couch next to eachother and sit in silence for a while. You feel more at ease with Rudy sitting next to you than you have these past few days. So you decide to take a chance while you're feeling safe and at ease.

"So, Alejandro mantioned that you talk about me a lot?" You turn toward Rudy with a playful smile.

"Ah, you caught that, huh?" Rudy chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "I suppose it'd be useless to deny it now, huh?"

You giggle and nod. "You're not the only one that likes to gossip at work, you know?" You tease him.

"Oh?" Rudy replies.

"Oh yeah." You confirm. "The ladies on the ER floor love chatting with me about the hunky special forces guy that lives next to me." You tease him.

A playful smile cracks on Rudy's face and he bows his head with a cheeky grin. "So you think i'm hunky?" He asks you.

"Don't pretend like you didn't notice me drooling all over you earlier today when you answered your door in the middle of your workout!" You laugh.

"I might have noticed your wandering eyes, yes." Rudy grins at you. "It seems to me like we both might have been admiring one another from afar." He adds, leaning in a bit closer to you.

Your heart skips a beat as Rodolfo slowly leans in. He gives you plenty of time and space to stop him he's he's being too forward with you right now. But you don't mae any indication that you want him to stop. In reality you want the oposite. You can't think of anything right now other than finally getting a kiss from your frustrating atttractive and much to sweet for his own good neighbor.

Rodolfo closes the gap between the two of you, his hand resting gently on your leg. You hold your breath, and your eyes begin to flutter shut when suddenly the radio that Rudy set on the coffee table earlier crackles to life.

"Rudy! You there, hermano?" Alejandro's voic cracks over the mic.

Rudy stops his movement toward you and you open your eyes again with just a hint of disapointment in your eyes. "Aye, i'm here." Rudy picks up the radio.

"One of my men picked up some shady-looking guy a few blocks away attempting to get to his stashed motorcycle. We think it's your girls stalker." Alejandro explains. "I'm going to text you a photo of what we found in his backpack. You can show it to YN and ask if any of it belongs to her."

"Alright." Rudy replies and fishes his phone out of his pocket to wait for Alejandro's text.

A few seconds later Rudy's phone chimes with a text and he pulls the photo up. "Meirda." Rudy curses to himself. "I should kill this guy." He grumbles to himsself.

"Rudy?" You regonize the agitated look on Rodolfo's face. "What was in his bag? Let me see." You hold your hand out for his phone.

Rudy begrudgingly hands over his phone, and you glance down at the screen. Your stomach churns with disgust at the sight. Sitting in plain view inside the bag is around four or five pairs of your underwear. And not just some random ones either. The bastard broke into your apartment and had the audacity to steal the expensive ones that you usually reserve for dates. Or when you don't want them riding up under your scrubs on long shifts.

"Yeah, those are all mine." Your nose crinkles at the thought of what this guy was planning on doing with your panties.

You hand the phone back to Rodolfo and he deletes the photo. After the picture is gone off his phone he picks up his radio and confrms with Alejandro.

"Throw that fucker in a hole somwhere dark." Rudy seethes. "She just confirmed it. You've got the right guy, Alejandro."

"Copy that." Alejandro's voice breaks over the radio again. "I'll get him locked up and you can bring YN down in the morning to make the ID. In the meantime we'll get a name out the sleaze as well as the rest of his information." He adds.

Rudy says a quick thanks to Alejandro before signing off and switching his radio off. He sets it back down on the table and turns to you.

"Well, thats taken care of." Rudy flashes you and assuring smile. "He won't be bothering you anymore, YN. I can gurantee you that."

"I know. Thank you, Rudy. And Alejandro as well for helping out." You thank him for all his effort.

Rudy nods and rubs the back of his neck. "Well you're safe now. So I guess I'll go." He rises from your couch.

You lean forward and grab onto Rudy;s arm. He looks down at you and you flash your best doe eyes at him. "Stay?" You ask him.

"I thought you'd never ask." Rudy laughs and sits back down.

You watch eagerly as Rudy once again attempts to lean in. And this time there is no radio call to interupt him.

This time, you get your kiss. And it's even better than you've been imagining it.