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talesofesther · 1 year

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you're all I want love to be

Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: Tara is still afraid to allow people close, to allow herself to trust again. Until she finds someone who makes it easier.

A/N: The idea for this was also given to me by my dear @iamnicodemus. Hope y'all like it. Tara, I love u. <3

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Tara never meant for it to happen.

It was actually the one thing she wanted the least. Catching feelings for someone only opens up more opportunities for her to get hurt.

And yet it happened so easily, so subtly, that she only realized it when the damage was already done.

She found you on her first day at the university. When she was admittedly very lost; backpack hanging from one shoulder, fifteen minutes late for her class, and walking in the opposite direction of it. You were the only person she'd bumped into when going past Blackmore's cafeteria, and after a bit of an internal pep talk, Tara walked up to you.

And if kindness could be a person, it would be you. Instead of just taking her to class, you gave Tara a simple tour of the university, promising to be around if she ever needed anything else.

Tara started noticing you on every corner of the campus after that. She didn't take you up on your offer though, choosing instead to keep her distance. Still, you always had a smile reserved for her at times you'd catch her staring. That didn't change when the rumors about her and Sam started, if anything, you became more approachable than before.

But it was only after an unfortunate incident, that Tara actually started hanging out with you;

October had started four days ago, and with it, the Halloween season. Parties were already being scheduled every other weekend and sometimes on weekdays as well.

Tara was walking towards her class, her head in the clouds while she thought about what costume she would wear if she were to go to one of those parties.

She was usually one to be early for class now that she had her paths memorized, preferring the calmness of the minutes before everyone started rushing to arrive on time.

So she wasn't exactly expecting what happened next.

As Tara rounded a corner, she was surprised to come face to face with two other students; one of them adorning a black hoodie and a cheap Ghostface mask. The 'boo' that left his lips was as childish as it could be, but the abruptness of the encounter got Tara stumbling on her own feet as she took several steps back, eyes wide and her body momentarily entering fight or flight mode.

"What's wrong, Carpenter?" The guy in the mask said in a mocking tone, his friend joining in on the laughter, "thought I was your sister?"

Tara's voice was tangled up in her throat, she couldn't remember if she packed her inhaler this morning, or was it her taser that she forgot?

If unkind memories weren't flashing behind her eyes, Tara would have recognized the two idiots in front of her; the boys who came here to do anything but study, taking getting on people's nerves as a hobby.

It was only when the back of their heads was hit — quite forcefully — with a book, that they stopped laughing. The cheap mask fell to the ground with the hit, gaining a crack on its edge.

"Don't you guys have anything better to do?" You came from behind them, tucking the book back in your backpack, "fuck off before I tell the director what you've been doing out in the parking lot when you think no one's watching."

With a few complaints under their breath, they eventually walked away, allowing Tara to let out the breath she'd been holding.

"Morons," you huffed, tugging on the straps of your backpack before turning around to Tara, your gaze softening immediately, "you okay?"

Her dark eyes found yours. She simply nodded, feeling her lower lip quivering when she tried to speak. She noticed the way your hand twitched to reach out to her but you stopped yourself midway, instead tucking both hands in your pockets.

"I'm sorry about them," you told her with the usual gentleness you never lacked, "they should know better than to do that."

Tara shook her head softly, managing a smile when her heartbeat started to settle, "thank you for… stepping in."

You just shrugged, your smile coming as a copy of hers, and it got Tara wondering if it could hold the same sentiment too.

"Anytime," you told her then, and Tara hardly left your side after it.

It was easy to fall into the routine of having you near and pretending she was just a normal girl with a crush on her friend. Being with you was so easy that it made Tara forget about all the bad, forget about all the reasons why allowing people close became dangerous.

And today? Today should be a good day, it's a day Tara has been looking forward to, a day that took away her sleep for all the good reasons. And it's not like she never stopped to get coffee with you on the way to campus, but today felt different because you had asked her to, as a date.

And Tara had been counting the seconds for it; until Ghostface came back and nearly killed her and Sam at that grocery store, until Mindy said 'never trust the love interest', until her worst nightmares came back again and suddenly nothing was easy anymore.

"Alright guys, as much as I love discussing possible suspects with you," Chad pushed himself off the bench he'd been sitting on, "we've still got classes to go to, come on Ethan." The two boys gathered their things and walked away, Quinn soon following behind.

Tara slumped back in her seat, her hands coming up to cover her eyes. With her sight momentarily gone, it felt like everything else was louder, heavier; she could perfectly hear the rustling of leaves from the trees around, the cacophony of voices from all the other students hanging out outside, and feel the weight of Sam's gaze on her.

"I think someone's looking for you, lovergirl," Mindy said out of nowhere, kicking Tara's sneaker with her own. When Tara glanced up at her friend with a frown, all Mindy did was tilt her head towards the university, where you had just walked out from and were now making your way to them.

"Don't think I haven't noticed," Mindy teased with a sing-song voice and a grin plastered on her lips.

"Noticed what?" Sam sat up straighter, her gaze shifting from Tara to Mindy.

"Tara's girlfr-"

"Nothing," Tara interrupted quickly, getting up so she could land a gentle punch to Mindy's shoulder, "nothing to notice," she said again, pointedly.

"Alright, let's go, Sam," Mindy extended a hand for the older girl, "we'll meet back at the dorm later."

Sam still had a confused frown on her features but she took the hand offered to her anyway, while Mindy leaned closer to Tara so she could whisper; "always knew you had good taste," before both of them walked again.

Tara's cheeks went aflame as she let out a groan, predicting the onslaught of questions she'd get later today. She slowly turned around to meet you in the middle, her soul naturally filling with incessant butterflies.

Had she really been that unsubtle when regarding you?

"Hey," you greeted her a little breathlessly, letting go of your backpack and leaving it on the floor as you took a small extra step closer to Tara, your eyes frantically looking her over, "I was so worried when I saw what happened last night, are you-"

"I'm okay," it was instinct, but Tara didn't know if the words were true. There was something about you that always made her feel more than she wanted to, she suddenly felt like the last pieces of herself she'd been trying to hold together so hard over the last months started crumbling. Tara took hold of your hands, squeezing tightly. She didn't know who she was trying to comfort, you or herself.

You held her back, glancing down as your fingers intertwined with hers. Tara observed the way your lashes kissed the corner of your cheeks; you were all golden softness and spring warmth, presence rivaling the one of a welcoming sun on a cold day. Tara wanted to memorize that, keep it in her heart as if it was the first and last time she'd be seeing you.

It should be easy to forget and pretend, but it suddenly wasn't, because Mindy's words kept ringing inside Tara's head even if she didn't want them to be true. She felt tears steadily collecting on the bottom lid of her eyes.

"But," she closed her eyes at the unsteadiness of her own voice. More than anything, she wanted this, wanted you. But she was stuck. It felt like quicksand, pulling her further down the more she struggled to get out. "about today…"

It's like you knew her better than she knew herself sometimes, maybe for you, it still felt easy. "It's alright, Tara." Your thumb brushed over the scar on top of her hand, "we don't have to go, I understand."

Tara pursed her lips, blinking away her vulnerability. She let go of your hands only to loop her arm around yours and bring your bodies closer together, "walk me to class, though?"

—

"Come on, spill it, what's up between you two?" Mindy leaned back on the kitchen counter beside Tara, "I was joking earlier today, but now I actually think there's something there."

The carrot Tara was cutting ended up with a slice too big, she had to turn it around and cut it one more time in the middle, "I've told you, there's nothing going on," Tara told her friend with a sigh, making sure to cut smaller slices so she could keep her hands busy as long as possible; "she's my friend."

Mindy scoffed, she picked up a spoon from the sink and tasted whatever Chad was cooking up on the stove. A grimace came to her face at the lack of seasoning, "I've heard that before."

"It's not like that," Tara dropped the knife then, unsure what she was frustrated about or what she wanted to convince Mindy of, "how can I get… involved with someone after what happened?" Her voice grew quieter by the end.

Mindy softened at that, she turned to face Tara fully — everyone knew the younger Carpenter was still struggling with what she'd been through, even if she didn't want to admit it. "I know it's not easy, T. But you can't close yourself off for everyone, some people are still worth it," Mindy glanced towards the living room, a soft smile on her lips when Anika's silhouette came into view, "people aren't meant to be islands."

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There are times when the pain is so big, that it almost doesn't feel like pain anymore. If it comes from a wound, that's usually the time when you'll pass out. If it comes from inside, you start to feel numb.

Sitting at the back of an ambulance as she watches cops walking out with another one of her friends in a dark body bag, Tara thinks she's close to that feeling. Mindy is sitting beside her, she's not moving. Tara doesn't know what to say in moments like these, they feel almost awkward. A morbid kind of awkward.

So when she gets up, cell phone in hand with your number already ringing, she blames it on that; on the pain squeezing her chest almost to the point of unbearable, on the helplessness she feels twirling in her gut.

Tara paced back and forth on the sidewalk, trying to draw out the noise of the sirens as she counted up the seconds until you picked up.

… Two, three, four.

Tara could hear her own heart rate quicken, she closed her eyes, thinking about how her inhaler was still all the way up in the apartment; where there's blood, and-

Please, pick up. Please, pick up.

"Hello?"

A long sigh of relief left Tara's lips as soon as she heard your voice through the phone. As if she hadn't cried enough, she could see tears clouding her sight.

"Tara? What happened, is everything okay?"

"No, it's not," Tara forced out, her voice tight with a sudden rawness. She turned her back to Mindy so the girl wouldn't see her crying, "there was another attack… Anika didn't make it."

"Oh god, I can't-" Tara could hear you choking on your own voice, "are you okay? Please tell me you're okay."

"Yeah, I'm-" Tears made a steady path down to Tara's chin, some getting caught under the phone pressed tightly to her cheek, "I'm alright."

"Tell me where you are, I can be there in like ten- five minutes."

"No!" Tara said with urgency, "don't come here, please, I don't want you anywhere near this," she gulped back a lump in her throat, "it's too dangerous."

"But what about you?"

"I'll be okay," Tara closed her eyes, wishing the words really were true, "I just-" she hesitated, a confession lingering on her tongue, "I just wanted to hear your voice, is all." She bit onto her lower lip until it drew blood.

"We- we can talk for as long as you need," it was like Tara could hear your smile, "I'm happy to hear your voice too."

—

Ambulance lights and police sirens were clouding your senses as you run up to the commotion. It was quite a sight; your oversized shirt, shorts, and sneakers with mismatched high socks. But you couldn't remember to care because your heart had been at your throat ever since Mindy called.

There were several reporters blocking your view but you squeezed your way through them until you reached the police tape. You've always hated this; the white and red colors of the vehicles that only showed up in tragedies, the panic and grief that lay heavy in the air, the clicks of the cameras from people who saw it as an opportunity — you hated it all, but right now the only one on your mind is Tara.

You ducked to go under the police tape, immediately attracting the attention of one of the cops, "Miss, you can't be here, please go back behind-"

"No, you don't understand," you gripped at the fabric of his jacket when he tried to keep you back, trying to push through, "I know them."

And the cop kept speaking, probably about things you weren't allowed to do and places you shouldn't be. You didn't hear any of it, because you found her. Her blue shirt had more red than blue in it, dried blood was all over the fabric, making you feel a mix between relief and nauseousness; her hair was messy, tangled, and damp in some places; her skin still coated with bits of dirt and blood too; her arm was held up by a makeshift bandage. But she was there, talking to a blonde woman on a stretcher; she was alive.

"Tara," you called quietly as your sight blurred over, and then a little louder, "Tara!"

She looked up, any words she'd been saying dying on her lips when she saw you. For a beat, it seemed as if she was assessing if you were real or not, before she was all but running towards you.

Not caring for consequences, you pushed the cop off of you and met her halfway — lucky for you he apparently noticed you really knew them.

"What are you doing here?" Tara's eyes were glinting under the red and blue lights, there were clear tracks on her cheeks where tears had run down.

"I was-" you tried, stumbling over your words as you took her in, all blood stains and bruises. You raised a hand to push back her fringe, the strands of hair were damp to the touch; from sweat or blood, you didn't want to know. "Mindy called, and scared the shit out of me. I came as fast as I could."

With her lower lip stuck between her teeth, Tara leaned into your touch. Her eyes closed tightly when your thumb traced the outline of her eyebrow.

"Are you okay? I mean of course you're not okay, what am I even-"

You were cut off when Tara threw herself at you. She pulled you close with her free hand, nails almost digging into your skin with the force of it as she buried her head on your shoulder.

Quiet sobs shook her body and you held her back the best you could whilst being mindful of her injuries. One of your hands cradled her head, fingers tangled in her dark hair as you breathed in everything that was her. "Shit, I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you."

Tara only pushed herself into you more as you spoke. There was a beat, a moment of hesitance from someone who'd had the bitter taste of betrayal more than anyone should. Trust was a gamble, but when you had a place in her heart no one else could ever have, Tara knew you'd never break it. "I'm okay now," she spoke against you; and she believed it.

You only squeezed her tighter, pulling back just enough to land a kiss on her temple. And you allowed your lips to linger, to feel her skin against you and her heartbeat pressed to your own.

Tara melted in your hold, allowing you to support most of her weight. With her cheek pressed to your collarbone, she spoke; "you still owe me a date."

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i-am-hungry-24-7 · 2 months

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Since you open ask box and request, can I get TF141 men (or Ghost and Gaz if you don't feel like to write all of them) reacting to cool, rarely smile, intimidating and stoic reader finally smiling for the first time. Let's say reader has soft spot for certain things (cat, dog, book, flower etc) and they immediately smile when they see them without realize it. Boys just keep falling harder for reader and decide to make it their mission to make reader smiles more often.

I guess that's all for now. Thank you

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hello🦈 anon!! Sorry I wasn't sure you want me to write them separately or together, so I chose the latter lmao. Hope you will like it (or don't hate it), TYSM for the request :) I love this request so much since I'm always a fan of cool reader. tf141*GN!Reader, Reader's kinda tsundere word count: 1.9k

Every member of Task Force 141 saw you as a capable teammate, you went through thick and thin with them, and always have their back. On the field, your shooting accuracy and excellent combat skills saved you and the team many times, quickly clearing any threat so the mission wouldn’t be compromised. You have rarely been scolded by Price, and always dealt with your paperwork impeccably. The only problem was that you’re too stoic, they never saw you smile from the first day you joined the task force. More like a robot than a human, this is how others evaluated you, and you had an aura that made recruits afraid to speak to you.

You even smiled less than Ghost, at least the man still got some dry humor and bad jokes to spit out, but you rarely reacted to greetings except a nod, less to say about Soap and Gaz joking with you, they were lucky if you spared them a crook of your eyebrows to their teasing that day. but this only made your teammates curious —especially Soap — eager to know the person under the facade, even if it was just a little. Soap wrote down what he discovered from you every day in his journal, from how you always have your tea, to trivial habits like you would frown nearly imperceptibly when you see the cafeteria is out of your favorite sandwich. Soap would tell other men about what he finds about you today, and they would keep those details in mind too. Until the day, Laswell brought a big cake which she was gifted by others but she was unable to finish it herself. They saw your eyes brighten instantly, and an expectant smile blooms on your face. Your eyes stuck on the exquisite big cake in front of you, not aware of Gaz gaping at your smile like he saw the sun rise from the west today, how Price immediately stopped his hand while smoking his cigar so he could take a good look, even Ghost’s eyes were wide like full moon behind his mask. It wasn't until Soap’s yelp that dragged you out of your trance, and you turned around just to find all your teammates staring at you like you were an alien. “Any issues, MacTavish?” Confused, you asked Soap who made you stop staring at the cake. “You- You can smile?” “Did I?” “Well, let’s finish this quickly so it won’t left over to tomorrow” Price raised his hand to interrupt the talk before Soap could say other things “The fridge has no place to put this bloody huge cake.” After Price’s command, all of you walked and took a plate and fork. Price sliced a medium size for him, Ghost did the same. Soap took the knife and sliced a slightly bigger one for him and Gaz, but when he was about to cut one for you, you reached out your hand to beckon a “give me” gesture, which Soap obliged and handed over the handle to you. Only for him to see you slice 1/3 of that damn enormous cake and put it on your plate. “Wha- ye sure ye can eat all of ‘em ?!” His jaw dropped at the huge slice of cake that made the center of your paper plate sink, but only received an “huh” face from you. Well, his concern was unneeded, because you devoured the whole thing in 5 minutes, faster than everyone else, and stood up to cut another piece. “you really like cake ain’t you.” Gaz chuckled at the scene where you almost bury your face in the plate. “No.” “Then why are you smiling like a kid who sees their favorite toy?” Frowning, you touched your cheek to check, and oh shit, you truly were. “I-“ your face changed from :D to :| while you tried to find an excuse “It’s just Captain said that don’t leave the cake overnight, so I’m eating this much, not that I love cake.”

Even though your poor excuse, all of them knew their new goal now: bringing you cakes so they could see the pretty smile enthralled them. The first who brought you cake is Ghost, he saw a strawberry shortcake on his way back to the base, he didn’t think twice before he told the staff to wrap the cake for him. and he was sure his decision was right when he showed it to you, and you two sat in the common area. He drank the tea you made for him as appreciation while watching that pretty smile reappear on your face again. “Look who said they don’t love cakes, and eatin’ like a man who haven’t eaten in days now.” He lifted his mask to his nose to drink the tea, so when you shot him a glare, you could see the smirk spreading on his lips. “You bought it and I don’t want to waste it, that’s it.” you stabbed the fork on the cake. Ghost huffed out a laugh at your answer, but when you went back to swallow a full spoon of whipped cream, he took note in his mind to buy you the chocolate mousse he saw at the store next time, so the precious expression.

Gaz bought you an Earl Grey mille crepe cake a few days after, which was the flavor of your favorite tea. “It’s it good?” He gave you a toothly grin that you thought was too dazzling when the “not bad” slipped out your lips whilst you were busy finishing the cake. He sat beside you and ate the slice you cut for him, and he rambled about what happened today to entertain you. You pretended you were not interested, eyes never left the cake, but you memorized everything he said clearly.

Of course, Soap wouldn’t forget to dig into this breakthrough of yours. A big ‘they love CAKES!’ was written in his journal, with 2 circles highlighting the words. He considered you have eaten crepe cake and shortcake from Ghost and Gaz, so he got you a basque cheesecake. “What is this?” You tilted your head when you opened the take-out box. “basque cheesecake. Heard it from the medics.” Soap watched you attentively take a little bite at the cake, and he laughed when your face beamed up in a second. “Not bad?” He knew you just refused to admit you love cakes. You answered with your cheeks stuffed with cheesecake. “NAOW BAA” After he waved goodbye to you, he came back to his barrack, he opened his journal. a big ‘Basque cheesecake ✔️’ had been added under the circles.

The captain hadn’t let the chances to see your face gleam with happiness slip by too. As usual, you came to his office with a flawless report, and for some debrief about the next mission. When it was over and you were about to leave, he called your name to stop you from exiting. “Is there anything I forgot to tell you, Captain?” Your face was serious, without any improper or unprofessional, but it didn’t last long because Price took out a fresh cream Swiss roll. “You’re going to drool all over your shirt, sergeant.” He teased and received a little scowl from you, but the harmless scowl was unable to stop him from fixating on and mesmerized by the satisfied grin that lingered on your face when you made both of you some tea and started consuming the whole roll.

You got pampered by all 4 men of your team for months. Thanks to the high amount of exercise, you didn’t gain belly fat, and getting lots of cakes from them had you started gifting them things too. You got Ghost some nice whiskey when you came back from leave, which he gladly accepted and invited you to drink together. You gave Soap some snacks from your hometown and stationeries for journaling, and almost get squished into a dough by his tight embrace. Gaz got some game cards from you, and when he surprisingly asked you why you knew he wanted those games for a while, you just shrugged and walked away, there was no chance that you were gonna tell him you had been listening to him and Soap chatting about them. Price entered his office one day morning, and saw his box of favorite cigars and tea being placed on his desk. He realized it was you in the blink of an eye, only you would choose to secretly put gifts and refuse to leave a note indicating who you were. He just patted your head and thanked you when he met you in the training room.

Times flew fast when your life was occupied with missions and training (and cakes). Tonight you went out for a while to buy something for your teammates, since they still insisted on feeding you cakes frequently, recompensing them with gifts they loved had become your habit too. but when you searched from the common room to Price’s office, you couldn’t find any of them. Odd, you thought, you hadn’t heard them leaving the base too, you even searched each of their room, which still lacked their figures. Furrowing your brows, you decided to go back to your room, maybe you could give them tomorrow. What you didn’t expect was when you opened the door of your room, you were welcomed by Soap and Gaz’s exciting voice. “Happy birthday!” “Jesus… I was searching for all of you…” Your eyes rounded “Wait… It’s my birthday today?” “Don’t tell me ye didn’ remember!” Soap, who standing closest to you and with a birthday cake, shoved you playfully with his elbow. “I…” You glanced at the calendar hanging on your wall, unable to form words when you realized it really was your birthday today. “Come take a seat, love.” Price’s words help you fill the silence. You slowly closed the door behind you, and your gaze traveled from the elegant cake, the flames dancing on the candle, to your teammates — the people you trusted with your life. “A cake makes you stupid, sergeant?” You heard Ghost chuckle at your reaction, but you didn’t glower at him this time, because you felt tears welled up in your eyes, uncontrollably. “Oh no, lovie’s going ta cry!” Gaz joked at you while he led you to your seat. You blinked away tears before they could escape, and smack at Gaz’s bicep. “Shut up, Garrick.” The laughs and jokes filled your little room with joy, you sat there listening to Gaz and Soap banter with Ghost about how he was so selective about the cake so they could give you the best one, and as Ghost retorted back, a plate was handed to you. The biggest slice among others, full of whipped cream and fruits decorating it. You picked up the fork and started eating, the sweetness spread inside your mouth, with the fruit neutralizing it and taking the taste to a whole other level. “Ye always smile when ye eatin’ cakes, you know? really like cakes don’t ye?” You raised your head from the plate, and finding everyone looking at you, with such softness you questioned yourself if you were able to reciprocate, and you touched your cheeks, you could feel the corner of your lips curling upwards. but this time, you deepened your grin, warm and fascinating, before you picked up your fork again. “Maybe I do.”

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poweringthroughthis · 2 months

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love in three acts | kim mingyu, wong yukhei

nsfw, mature content, minors DNI! (ftm friendly)

ship: wong yukhei (lucas) x male reader, kim mingyu x male reader

warning: extreme feminization, reader is a femboy,

(reader's genitals are referred to as pussy/tits).

pure filth, read at your own risk

(requested!)

act i.

Life is not what it is portrayed to be in cinema. (name) learned as much now that he was well into his 4th semester of college. Society has romanticized the college experience to such an extent that one dives in, expecting alcohol, parties and an enchanting love life to be the frontrunners, while in actuality, it is assignments, exams and stressful days filling the void most of the times.

Nothing changes if you don't make it happen yourself. Your dream life doesn't manifest one day magically, and your love life doesn't become one for the books by itself either. You need to start living the way you want to. That, is the only viable form of happiness in today's world. At least that's what (name) taught himself during one of his loneliest nights, freshman year, which culminated with a self-therapy session.

Then the nerdiest, biggest pushover of a guy, (name) was now a changed man. He had the biggest glow-up: his slender curves, thick thighs and pretty eyes, putting everyone's wildest dreams to shame in comparison. He embraced his true self fearlessly, taking control of his life and living the way he wanted to. He had definitely been happier ever since then, but he believed it did little to better his dating life as he was still boyfriend to a man seemingly afraid to love him in public.

Wong Yukhei is a lot of things, but inherently smart, he is not. Which is why he doesn't understand why his boyfriend is upset with him right now. "W-what do you mean?"

"Seriously Lucas? We've been over this before. Every time I as much as I lean into you in public, you go off to do something else with your friends. It's like we're strangers in public." (name) explained, perplexed.

"It's not like that! You know I love you. It's jus-just.." Honestly, Lucas didn't know himself why he'd been subconsciously dodging his boyfriend's advances while they were out. It's not like he never indulged in PDA with his previous partners. Maybe he'd been getting too caught up with his friends that he unintentionally neglected his boyfriend each time they were in the public eye.

"You know what? I need to go. Come find me when you have an answer. " (name) scoffed dejectedly, storming out of the empty classroom, leaving the flabbergasted giant behind. (name) started wondering if he wasn't attractive enough for Lucas.

If only he knew how wrong that assumption was. Because if that was the case, he wouldn't have the hunkiest man to ever exist (besides his own boyfriend), eye-fucking him from behind. The large man traced (name)'s every movement with great intensity: the way his hips swayed as he walked quickly, the way his skirt rode up just enough to show his supple thighs, even the way his ass looked perfect as he bent down to pick up his fallen stationery.

Kim Mingyu was a lot of things. And like every other guy, being inexplicably horny at the sight of a pretty boy, was one of them. he snapped out of his daze, dashing to (name)'s side, helping pick up his belongings from the floor, without failing to catch a peek of his bra underneath the dress. needless to say, he had to physically restrain himself from popping a boner then and there.

"Hey, you okay? Looking a little sad there" he offered his charming smile, making (name) look up as he straightened himself. His gaze fell on the handsome man's huge biceps, that flexed under the weight of his stack of books, threatening to rip his half-sleeved tee that was already too tight for his massive chest. It was hard not to, when a 6 ft hunk was sizing up his body shamelessly.

"I'm Mingyu. I'm in this faculty too. 3rd year"

"(name). 2nd year." Offered he, politely.

"Boyfriend problems?" Mingyu inquired, (name) taken aback. "Just guessing", he clarified, knowing fully well he eavesdropped into the couple's conversation earlier. What? He just wanted to see for himself who bagged this hot specimen before he could. Before (name) could respond, Mingyu moved closer.

"I won't pry into your personal life, but tell you what. Any man that doesn't appreciate you enough, is a loser."

He ran his hands all over (name)'s curves, finally slipping underneath his skirt to grope his ass and lift one of (name)'s legs against his groin, making the boy gasp.

"Someone who loves the beauty that you are, y'feel me?" His breath fanned over (name)'s face, the boy feeling 50 emotions at once.

"I,I shou-"

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" the duo turned towards the source of the voice: (name)'s seething boyfriend. Lucas stomped over to them, snatching (name) from Mingyu's grasp and wrapping his bulky arm around his waist, pulling the boy flush against his hard chest.

"Not so shy touching him in public anymore?" Mingyu teased. If Lucas wasn't mad jealous right now, he'd probably wonder how Mingyu knew about the couple's fight. But he couldn't care less right now. He all but dragged (name) back to the empty classroom, heels clacking against the tiled floor and slammed the door shut.

"What's wrong with you Lucas ?"

"ME? The fuck's wrong with him? How dare he lay his hands on MY boyfriend?" Lucas fritted his teeth.

"I might as well let him. Since YOU'RE so ashamed of touching me. I bet, with his huge arms and adonis-like body, he can easil-"

"You mean, these?" Lucas threw his stupid smirk (name)'s way as he flexed his massive biceps that threatened to spill out of his half-tee.

"Lucas! W- what if someone sees us? The door has a huge window" (name) stuttered, turned on by his boyfriend's manly display.

"I don't give a fuck anymore." Lucas said, taking off his shirt over his head in one swift motion, using only one hand.

Throwing shame out the window as all coherent thought left his body, (name) ran firm hands all over the muscle mass that was rock hard under the touch. He squeezed the giant pecs as Lucas made them bounce. "You like that?" He smirked.

"So fucking much, you're so big and strong for me." (name) moaned, latching his mouth to suck on the bulge of Lucas' biceps, the giant flexing them hard in (name)'s mouth. The musky scent of sweat filled the air making (name) hornier as the recalled how hot Lucas looked playing basketball earlier, all sweaty and pumped up.

He ran his tongue over all his muscles: the abs, the meaty chest, the armpits, licking every crevice of the result of his boyfriend's hard work.

Lucas moaned, throwing his head back, grabbing a fistful of (name)'s hair as he pushed him further towards his body.

"Yeahh, worship those muscles like the good boy you are."

"You're so fucking hot, baby. Look how fucking huge you are."

Lucas growled, turning (name) around harshly, removing the string of his dress with one hand, the piece of fabric falling aside at once.

"This little pussy is mine" He landed a smack on (name)'s hole, cupping him hard through his panties, the boy shaking from the recoil of Lucas' strength. "Gonna ruin it with my fat cock, baby."

"Yes, daddy. Do it, fuck me!" (name) cried.

Lucas delivered more slaps on his clothed cunt, (name) tearing up and thrashing from the impact, but Lucas held him in place with one hand and he continued using the other to smack his pussy. "Crying already? Wait till I'm done with you. you're gonna cry harder than now, begging me to stop, but I won't."

(name) sobbed at the prospect, loving every second of it. Lucas grabbed a fistful of the boy's ass, kneading the flesh hard, digging his nails deep into his plump flesh. "You have the fattest fucking ass" Lucas groaned, slapping it hard again, and again, and again.

"I'll make sure this fat ass bounces when I fuck you."

Lucas turned him around, grabbing him by the back of his thighs and lifting him up easily.

"Ah! Lucas, fuck! You're so strong."

"Yeah? Want me to throw you around? Use my muscles to manhandle you and fuck you real hard, huh? Like this" Lucas lifted him up in the air and threw him on the desk. He leaned in, pushing his muscular body flush against (name)'s soft one.

He grabbed the boy's neck, squeezing it hard and forcing him to look him in the eyes. "I'm going to wreck you."

"Please" (name) choked out.

Lucas released his grip, sliding the panties clean off and shoving three of his fingers in.

"Look at how small your little clit is, baby. This is so cute, I'm gonna enjoy stretching it out."

He rubbed his calloused thumb on his swollen clit, teasing it in circles as he pushed his thick fingers deeper, adding his pinky.

"Fuck! Oh my god, you're so deep. I can't.

"That's right. Scream my name. Make everyone hear that you belong to me." The giant rammed his digits harder, abusing (name)'s sensitive spot. His body jerked forward and fell on the table behind him, hands scrambling for support.

"Fuck! I can't, please-ah!"

Lucas didn't relent, adding his pinky to the mix, his knuckles rubbing against (name)'s walls. "Take it! Take it like a good boy."

The taller boy continued his merciless assault, ramming his thick fingers in and out of his boyfriend. (name) felt the familiar knot in his stomach as the pressure kept building. "Cumming, please-!"

"Yeah? Gonna cum? Gonna cum all over my fingers? Cum like the good boy you are."

(name) did as told, clenching and shaking, squirting all over his boyfriend's fingers. Lucas took out his digits slowly, admiring the mess, licking his fingers clean and tasting his boyfriend's juices.

"Fuck, you're delicious. Turn around."

"W-wait, I'm sensitive-!"

"I don't fucking care. I'm gonna eat this pussy till I'm satsified. "

(name) turned and laid down, the hard wood of the desk supporting his back. Lucas grabbed him by the ankles and hooked them over his broad shoulders, spreading his legs apart. His heels almost reached the top of the man's back, but it did not deter him as he leaned down and pressed a kiss on the wet slit, his warm breath fanning over (name)'s sex.

"You look so beautiful right now. Your tits spilling out of your bra, and your legs spread wide for me."

Lucas dove right in, burying his face in the boy's pussy, licking and sucking at the swollen clit.

"Ah, Lucas-fuck! So good"

(name) gripped the hair on the man's head, bucking his hips as he was sent to another realm. He felt the wet tongue prodding and sliding, the sensation overwhelming his body.

Lucas captured (name)'s labia in his mouth, suckling hard between his lips and pulling it back with a pop sound. The lewd action made (name) cry out as he was eaten out, his pussy abused and raw, the man's tongue lapping at his entrance.

"Lucas, I-I can't take it. Too much, ahh"

"Yeah? Like how I eat your fucking tight pussy?

Lucas licked and sucked his boyfriend's clit, slurping up the juices from the sensitive hole. "Fuck, I can do this all day."

"L-Lucas, wait! I can't! Please-ah!"

Lucas kept at his pace, eating (name) out, the latter feeling his orgasm approaching rapidly. "I'm-cumming! "

The giant smirked, completely pussy drunk. " Yeah? Eating this little pussy so good, huh? Go ahead and cum all over my tongue, baby. Cum on my fucking face."

(name) was a panting and moaning mess. He couldn't take the pleasure and pain mixed together, and it all culminated as he squirted all over his boyfriend's mouth, the giant swallowing it all up.

Lucas sat on the teacher's desk, pulling (name) harshly onto his lap. He massaged his tits through the bra, growing hornier and more aggressive by the second. He couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful view of his boyfriend in nothing but heels, the black material covering his breasts.

"Take that fucking bra off" Lucas growled, pinching the buds beneath the fabric.

(name) reached behind him and undid the strap, the garment falling and pooling around his waist.

"Fuck" Lucas whispered as he squeezed the soft mounds in his large palms. He brought his head down and suckled the rosy buds, biting them harshly and leaving marks around the skin.

"Oh fuck! Please, more!

"Yeah, you like that? My mouth all over your pretty little tits?"

"Mmm, yes"

Lucas continued his ministrations, slurping noises filling the room as squeezed and sucked harder.

"Oh fuck, I need you, now. Turn around and show me your pretty little ass."

(name) slid off his lap and turned around, his knees resting on the wooden desk and his palms spread in front of him.

Lucas unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock, already leaking precum. He gave his length a few strokes before sliding the mushroom tip across his boyfriend's pussy, the heat of the wet flesh driving him crazy.

"Please, put it in. Put it in!"

"Yeah? This is what you wanted all along, huh? Wanted to be fucked stupid in the middle of class? Wanted me to breed you full?"

"Fuck yes, please"

Lucas didn't waste any time, grabbing his thick member and pressing the head against (name)'s sopping entrance. The hole twitched at the touch, aching to be filled. He pushed the head in and watched as the hole stretched to accommodate his size, a moan escaping his throat.

(name) whined at the feeling of being filled to the brim. The cock inside him was massive, stretching his insides and reaching the deepest parts of him.

Lucas grabbed his boyfriend's waist and rammed into him, his cock disappearing into the warm cavern. "Fuck! You feel so fucking good, babe".

The man kept his pace, his thrusts getting deeper and rougher. He leaned forward and bit the boy's earlobe, whispering filthy nothings to him.

"You take my cock so well, huh? Such a fucking good little boy.

"Ahh, please. Faster"

"Yeah, you want me to fuck you faster? Wanna feel my cock in your stomach? Wanna be fucked stupid?"

"Please! I'm so close, please let me cum!"

Lucas grabbed his boyfriend by the back of his neck and pushed his face down on the table, his hips never ceasing their movements. Lucas' strength never failed to amaze (name). He always sent himself over the edge thinking how the giant could easily snap him into two.

"Ah, I'm- I'm cumming!

"Go ahead and fucking cum. Squeeze my dick, milk me dry."

(name) shook as he squirted all over the thick cock, his walls tightening and convulsing around his boyfriend's length.

"Ah, fuck!"

Lucas slammed his hips forward, his balls smacking the boy's ass cheeks. His seed flooded the insides, filling him up to the brim and painting his walls white.

He pulled out his length and watched the cum trickle down the boy's thighs, the sight making him twitch.

(name) laid exhausted on the desk, his eyes shut and his lips parted. Lucas tucked his dick back in his pants and carried his boyfriend bridal style, the boy resting his head on the man's broad chest.

Lucas kissed his forehead as he left the classroom, carrying his boyfriend to his car.

Little did they know, they were being watched in this classroom, yet again.

Kim Mingyu let out ragged breaths, his head against the cold wall of the lecture halls, eyes closed and lips parted. He was sweating profusely and his jeans felt unbelievably tight. As he came down from his high and removed his hands from over his crotch, he looked down to see what the stickiness was.

He was so crazy over seeing (name) being wrecked in nothing but heels that he came in his pants.

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scoutswritingcorner · 1 month

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This is just a dorky fluff request. What about Angel Dust with a small boyfriend who gets cold really easily?

Seriously, I'm Lucifer's height, and I'm on medication that makes me get really cold sometimes.

Cold Nights

Angel Dust x Male Reader

A/N: Of course I can, we gotta give our favorite spider boy some lovin’! I mostly did this as a headcanon thing but if you want me to write this as a fic don’t be afraid to send me another request!

TW:A little suggestive.

-🕷️ Let me say, everyone is shorter than this 8 foot king and when he first saw you? He called you a ‘Short King’ much like he did with Lucifer. He still does, don’t get me wrong but now he calls you ‘His Short King’.

-🩷 When he realizes how constantly cold you are? He drapes himself over you or hell, giving you his jacket. He doesn’t want his boyfriend to freeze to his second death. He will also shove your face into his floof if he sees that your cheeks and nose are getting red from how cold you are.

-🕷️ Let me tell you when your cuddling? He brings out all the stops. A heating blanket he got specifically for you and Nuggets (He just loves to see his boys cuddling on a warm and toasty blanket) and giving you one of his many sweaters. Still cold? Don’t worry, he’s running off to get you a warm water bottle to help you.

-🩷 Even when around other people especially in the hotel, if he sees you shivering or standing somewhere to get warmed up? He’s scooping your ass up and plopping you down on his lap to cuddle the fuck out of you. He literally is a giant cuddle bug.

-🕷️ Someone else trying to help warm you up with a hug or just giving you their jacket? He’s immediately jealous and walks over to prove that he’s way better at keeping you warm. He’s not subtle about it either.

-🩷 Warm baths/showers are a thing that happens often. Especially if he gets home from work and sees you shivering under the blankets as you wait up for him. You get to help him wash off everything from his day at work and in return he holds you close helping you stay warm.

-🕷️ He will joke/flirt that he could definitely warm you up if you join him in bed that night. Bonus points for him if he gets to see you flustered and hide your face blaming it on how cold you were.

-🩷 Residents in the hotel or the gang will constantly catch glimpses of him carrying you around like nothing as he grabs a snack. Your face hiding in his shoulder as he walks around acting like nothing, people are scared to say anything…until they realize you have just fallen asleep while cuddling him and he was too scared to leave you alone.

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kvtie444 · 4 months

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*.✧BREAK IT OFF

a/n: sorry i love pinkpantheress

warnings: mentions of sex, wearing, drinking, angst

summary: matt is too afraid to start a real relationship with reader after being together secretly for months.

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He was the last person I ever wanted to see here—Matt. Our eyes locked across the kitchen, purple LED lights illuminating his chiseled features. We held eye contact as he downed the rest of his drink in a red solo cup, my circle of friends continuing the conversation while I felt my stomach drop. I needed air. Shit. Quickly turning on my heels, I walked for the back door, pushed it open, and stepped outside, the cool air hitting me, the music now muffled. There were only about three other people out here. I leaned against the railing, letting my hands dangle freely. The door opened again, and I kept my eyes glued to the sky.

"Fancy seeing you here," his voice cut through the silence. I felt my stomach drop even further. I turned around and saw Matt, immediately looking away. "I'm not doing this again," I mumbled.

Matt and I had a complicated relationship. Behind closed doors, he told me how much he needed me, making me feel like the only girl in the world, and we hooked up. But as soon as we were in front of other people, he switched up, turning into a complete dick. It was like he was a completely different person. He had been hooking up with other girls and lying about it behind my back, but if I even mentioned another boy, it turned into a huge drama. The breaking point was when he picked me up, and I found a pair of panties in the back—panties that weren't mine. We argued, and I made the decision to ghost him completely. Blocked calls and texts followed, accompanied by his apologies – 'I'm sorry, baby,' 'Let me make it up to you' – all of which I chose to ignore.

"Come on, Y/N, you can't seriously be mad at me still," he replied, his creaking steps getting closer. I stayed silent and ignored him. "If anything, I should be mad at you for blocking me," he muttered. I turned my head to him and scoffed, brows furrowed. "Don't," I scolded. He stuck his tongue in his cheek and looked away before meeting my gaze with his icy blue eyes, shooting daggers. "Talk to me. What's going on?" he whispered, stepping closer and putting his hands on my sides, running them up and down for comfort. His touch always made the hairs on my arms stand, and I couldn't allow myself get used to it, especially knowing where he's been. I gently pushed his hands away, feeling tears brim at my eyes. I wanted to scream at him, but at the same time, kiss his lips until they're bruised.

"Hey, what's going on? Speak to me," he reassured, looking down at me. "I'm fine," I mumbled. He tilted his head at me. "Come on, baby, you can tell me," he said, always good at pretending to care. "Do you like me?" I croakily spoke up. His eyes scanned my face before nodding. "I want to hear you say it," I continued, tears about to spill. There was a silence for a second. "Fucking hell," I muttered, smiling at the ridiculousness of the situation. A single tear rolled down my face before he spoke up, "You know I don't do relationships, Y/N/N." "Then stop treating me like your girlfriend behind everyone else's back," I said, my tone louder and more aggressive, more tears starting to pour. He kissed his teeth, looking to the side, his jawline effortlessly flexing. I couldn't read his expression. Fuck this.

I pushed past him and walked to the door, the loud music now fully audible again. He wasn't even coming after me. I hated how he acted in front of everyone else. I missed the person I thought he was. I wanted to go back to us being alone, in his room, and actually being happy.

As I walked through the house, I received some concerned looks until one of my friends grabbed my shoulder. "Are you okay?" they asked, tilting their head at me. "I'm fine," I shrugged their hand off and continued walking until I reached the front door. I went on my phone, booked an Uber, and as I waited, I looked around— he hadn't even tried to come after me. I wiped my eyes and took a breath, collecting myself. Fuck him.

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yrluvjane · 29 days

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thankyou for writing the req. it was so so so sweet. i have like so many ideas, i love that you wanted more. like we know our dear Jamie is a simp, right? like in the best way of course. how about a reader who could give James a run for his money? like it's well known that she flirts with everyone and never means it. it's kind of her personality. very James coded actually. like she looks like she's a little in love with all her friends. and our boy cannot figure out if she likes him or is just being her usual self.

Send them all! Even if I can't write them, I die just reading them! It's a bit late I'm so sorry darling, i had my exams and i just finished them today.

You've always been popular, always the life of the party, always the center of attention. No matter where you went, people always seem to gravitate towards you, drawn to your charismatic charm and energy. And you can't help but be flattered, of course. It's always nice to have so many friends, and so many admirers.

James was always amazed at how you interacted with others, making everyone feel special in their own way.

It's the way you can make everyone feel like the center of attention, the way you can bring out the best in people, the way you can make everyone in the room laugh. It's like you're the master of all social skills. You could chat up a stranger in an elevator, make them feel like a friend in minutes.

At first, James was reluctant to admit - to himself and others - that there may be a chance he was developing feelings for you. He thought it was just another example of your natural charm, but as time went on, he realized that he was falling hard. He always found himself seeking you out at every party or event, hoping to spend just a few more minutes in your company. He found himself longing for your laughter, your smile, your touch.

But then, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy whenever he saw you smiling at someone else or laughing at their joke. He wanted to be the one who made you smile, who made you laugh.

In the beginning, it was subtle. James would always find ways to touch you - small caresses, quick grazes - to grab your attention, to make you feel special.

He would laugh at your jokes, even the bad ones.

And yet, he could never quite figure out if you felt the same.

And then, one day, he asked you on a date.

James hesitated at first, afraid of what the answer might be, but then he thought of the regret he would feel if he didn't take the chance.

You said yes.

But even then, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. You were always flirtatious, and James didn't know if your yes was genuine or simply a continuation of your open personality.

"What if she doesn't actually like me? What if she thinks i just meant like a friend-date?"

Sirius scoffed, "James, don't be ridiculous. She wouldn't have said yes if she didn't want to go on out with you. And I wouldn't be anywhere near here if I thought all this preparing would be a waste of time. You can't back out now, you've been waiting months for this!"

James wasn't sure if were months but yeah maybe he was counting down the days to this. He had carefully selected his outfit, making sure everything was just right. And he had prepared himself for the date, researching the perfect conversation topics and making sure he had a backup plan in case the conversation ran dry. He's tongue has gone awfully numb from the amount of minty breath spray he'd sprayed and fingers aching from running them through his hair all the time.

He turned and looked himself in the mirror jumping lightly on his heels. "I've got this," James told himself. "I can be confident, charismatic, and charming - just like I am in every other aspect of my life." He rolled back his shoulders.

Sirius stared at his friend in amusement, as James continued his self-motivation. "I'm awesome. I'll show her that."

James faced his friend with a new found confidence, "I'm ready!" He declared as though he would be walking into battle.

"That's the spirt, Prongsie!...Where are you going?"

"To wait for her."

"There's still an hour left."

"What if she arrives early? First impressions are very important. Can't have her think I'm some tardy twat." James smiled and winked at his friend as he walked through the door.

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noroi1000 · 10 months

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satosugu with reader who's really popular with both boys and girls like reader is really pretty, kind, kind of flirty and rich, basically the perfect partner. Satosugu is jealous of it since reader flirts back and one of the guys or girls held reader's waist but reader didn't tell them to let go and when they got home reader got into an heated argument with satosugu but made up since reader only loves them and proves it? Angst to fluff/smut?

Popularity=They're jealous

Jealous SatoSugu x popular reader

Summary: You are popular. You have friends who often flirt with you.And this is the cause of their jealousy.

Warning: short NSFW

"Since you're popular and you already have another boyfriend or girlfriend, I didn't expect you to come back."

The words echoed in your head as you listened to White Hair's voice.

This thing hit your heart.

But you don't know why, you had the feeling that he couldn't talk to you.

However, it wasn't next to you no one else, and his face was turned towards you.

"Satoru...?"

"I'm going to ask you a question, (y/n). Do you really think we are so stupid not to see what happened?!"

You jumped as he raised his voice, almost screaming.

Suguru appeared on the corner, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Suguru-."

"It's not like we both didn't see it, (y/n). You can't avoid it." He said, interrupting you.

You widened your eyes as you looked at them.

Why are they so cold to you? What happened?

Have you done anything to them?

You don't know what you did because nothing happened...

So why...

You were really popular.

People liked you.

You had money, you were pretty and nice. And you also had a flirtatious side at times.

However, your advances have always been directed at them.

And there was also one thing. you were very nice to people around you. That's why there was a problem. You didn't push away people who were nice to you and wanted to talk to you.

You clearly said you were in a relationship with two boys.

However, other people have also seen your most attractive side.

And it all made you popular with men and women. Everyone flirting with you.

When they always saw it, you rejected people who weren't them. You didn't flirt back. You were nice, but nothing happened.

Until today, when your boys saw you with a group of friends. And one girl was cuddling up to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. One hand on the hip line.

They wanted to come over there and ask you what was going on. But they saw that you didn't reject the girl who was so close to you.

They were so angry but sad at the same time. They felt hurt. You were their greatest love.

They met a long time ago. But when they met you, they knew immediately that they fell in love with you o

They were even more lucky. You reciprocated their feelings. And you accepted that they were also a couple. And best of all, you agreed to be their girlfriend.

The three of you were together and nothing bothered you.

Because it was enough for you to be together.

And now, all of a sudden they see you when some person is too close to you. Closer than that person should be to you.

It wasn't just jealousy. It was furious jealousy.

Simply put, they were jealous of you whenever you went out with friends.

And now that they have seen what has happened, their jealousy is furious.

This is not how they imagined your relationship. It is not how it suppose to be. This was supposed to be your relationship that you wanted to have together.

And having someone else hug you is not something they want! You can only hug them like that.

"Say, isn't touching someone like that a partner touching?" Satoru asked, looking at you intensely from under his glasses.

"What are you up to?" You started sweating with nerves. When they were like this, you started to be afraid of what they might be up to.

"What are we talking about?" Satoru laughed grimly. "Maybe when I show you, you'll understand."

He walked over to Suguru, wrapping his arms around his waist. With one hand on his hip.

"Do not you understand?"

You looked at their position, and only then did you understand. You clenched your teeth.

It's obvious they could see you and be jealous of what happened to you...

It was heartbreaking that they started treating you like that, even if it was just your old schoolmate.

You were friends before. That's why you could have let her have some cuddles.

Besides, you didn't know they were following you...

Or were they just passing by?

"Satoru, Suguru-."

"How are you going to explain yourself now?" The dark-haired man asked with intense purple eyes.

You clenched your hands into fists.

"You know that feeling when someone you love does something like that to you is mean?"

"She's my friend! It's not what you imagine!"

"Oh, really?" Suguru laughed sarcastically. "Then tell us the truth. If it really is, show us. Or, just show us that you don't care about us as your partners. If you don't care."

You felt your heart break as you heard those words.

Don't you care about them?

you love them!

How are you going to show it to them?

The fact that they accused you so much of it hurt you...

It hurt so much you wanted to cry...

"....I love only you... Do you really think that I would betray you?! I never accused you of such a thing! And you're jealous enough to see a moment of my meeting with my friends, and you already think that I don't love you and I have someone else! This behavior is not normal!" you shouted with tears suddenly streaming down your cheeks.

Their eyes widened slightly when they saw you.

If you didn't regret what you did, you wouldn't cry if they told you...

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

And suddenly you felt warm hands around your face.

And as you opened your eyes to see, you were pressed into Suguru's chest.

His chin on your head as he leaned in.

Satoru wrapped his arms around you as well, resting his head on Suguru's shoulder.

"I'm sorry we said that..."

Hearing those words made your heart soar. But you also felt a wave of tears wash over you. You hugged them as tight as you could.

Feeling their warmth and smell. Wanting a comforting touch from them.

You are theirs and you don't want to change that. They can tag you if they want. Anyhow. As they want.

They can do anything. But you don't ever want to feel that they can leave you alone.

You can't live without them.

They want to make it up to you so much...

They want to apologize to you...

You're the most honest person for them... And they've become jealous of just cuddling...

That wasn't nice of them at all...

It was mean.

They shouldn't feel mean. They should feel that they treated you badly.

The most honest and innocent person who always loved them and showed it to them.

That has never changed. It doesn't change now either... Then why... Why could they be so jealous...?

"Let us make it up to you..."

Words that make you feel good...

Internally and externally. Mentally and physically.

They took care of you at home, giving you your favorite food and entertainment. Hugging you constantly. kissing. Apologizing to you. You smiled at them, stroking their cheeks.

Letting them touch you more. Deeper.

Letting them massage your skin and leave marks on you.

Pleasure and touch you like no one else can. Only they can touch you like that.

Satoru's fingers inside you, moving at a pleasant pace. Suguru's fingers on your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive, wet part of your body.

Pinching the pink bump between his thumb and forefinger.

As their other hands grabbed your thighs to spread it out more.

Listen to your grunts of pleasure.

And both of them, envious of losing what they have, have bitten into your bare skin, marking you with their teeth.

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burningstrangerkingdom · 9 months

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Jealousy

Charles Leclerc x reader Summary: It's not that easy to date one of the most handsome faces in the world. Notes: Based on the song Pienso en tu mirá - Rosalia

Jealousy was not in your nature for the simple reason that you had researched too much about it, as well as to understand that this feeling is the first step needed to transform a beautiful relationship into a toxic and inhospitable environment, you had read it in various sources and had reinforced it through the experiences of your friends.

Even so, and although you gave everything of yourself to avoid it, a terrible feeling of fear flooded your being every time Charles walked out the door, fortunately for you the gesture you made to want to hold him a few more moments before leaving, far from seeming invasive she found it adorable.

Once again, Charles left his apartment, this time heading towards the golf course where his brothers, Pierre and Joris were already waiting for him to spend a relaxing afternoon with the boys.

"See you later, chérie", he said goodbye, leaving a small kiss on your lips.

As usual, you joined hands when he kissed you and, as usual, when you had to separate for him to continue on his way, you hesitaded letting him go.

"What's wrong, mon cour?" He said with a little smile.

"About what?" You ask, pretending you don't understand what he meant.

"This", he pointed to your index finger still clinging to the palm of his left hand.

"Nah, it's just silly", you gave him a reassuring smile that didn't serve it's purpose.

"No, it's not silly, it must mean something, and I'm not complaining. I really like feeling your love, but it's something I've been noticing a lot lately and I want you to know that you can tell me anything."

"I don't want you to be late for the boys, you go with them and when you return I'll tell you", trying to distract him you started to play with the rings on his fingers.

He pretended to think about it but he turned around and sat on the sofa making you sit on him, "Don't leave me wondering, Y/N, tell me please", he said now more seriously and the look on his eyes gave you no choice but to speak your mind right away, those gorgeous eyes always did their trick on you.

You let out a breath and whispered "I'm scared, Charles."

Suddenly the smile on his face faded and his place was taken by a frown of concern. "Scared of what, Y/N?"

With your eyes closed, you let out another sigh and then looked directly into his eyes as you placed one of your hands on his heart and the other intertwined with his fingers, "That one of the times you go out you don't come back to me, Charles. I'm afraid of the effect that your angelic appearance causes on others, and don't get me wrong, I don't intend to lock you up by my side forever and I love your independence, it's not that I doubt the love you have for me… it's just that all these feelings are so new to me, I've never experienced them with anyone else."

Your eyes were glossy as you let out those overwhelmed thoughts that rounded on your mind, "I'm jealous, Charles, a kind of jealousy that comes more from envy of everyone and everything, of people who see you from afar even when you walk together me, the water that runs through your body even when we take showers together, the fraction of a second in which a morning craving takes over your mind, everything, Charles. Even if I try to limit myself, I can't help but want to be everything to you , and I'm afraid that maybe this will make you walk away from me forever."

He listened attentively to those thoughts and feelings that torment you and, by the time you completely removed them from your chest, he raised your clasped hands and deposited a series of kisses on your knuckles.

"I understand what you're saying, mon âme", your hopeful gaze looked at him more intensely, "I understand you because I feel that way about you too, it's just that I'm not good enough to put it into words just like you just did, so I thank you for translating my mind and for loving me the same way that I love you… And I want you to know that there is nothing wrong with feeling as intensely as we both do, I know that right now society seeks to balance everything it can to make it more pragmatic, but we are talking about feelings, our feelings. And for me it is important that you know that in our relationship we can be ourselves, we do not have to limit ourselves in any way."

At the end of their confessions, you both had tears running down your cheeks, however, none of you rushed to get rid of them as had happened on previous occasions, since this time those tears would not come from negative feelings but from an excess of love that flooded your hearts. seeing its opportunity to come out in watery form.

"I love you so much Charles Marc Hervé Leclerc".

He poured all his love for you in a breathtaking kiss that made you feel the purest places of his soul.

"I love you so much Y/N".

Thank you so much for reading, any kind of interaction is highly apreciated

#f1 x reader #f1 fluff #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #formula 1 x you #f1 imagines #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x y/n

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etheries1015 · 11 months

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Jing Yuan x reader - Yangqings first heartbreak

Yanqing looked at you with wide eyes, and a deep blush upon his cheeks his mouth agape. It was...love at first sight, as he put it! Next thing you know both if his hands are clasped over yours, peering excitedly into your eyes.

"Marry me!"

Everyone became eerily quiet, suddenly staring at you until it was broken by a snicker from behind the boy.

"Yangqing?" The general let out a deep chuckle, "You can't-"

"You don't understand, general! The second I set eyes upon (y/n) I just knew they had to be the one!"

"Uhh...." You trailed off, before bursting out laughing with your hand shooting up to your forehead with an exasperated shake of your head out of embarrassment.

"Yangqing, as much as I'm flattered at your declaration of love, I'm afraid you're far too young for me. And I am currently enamored with someone else at the moment." You chuckle, your hand patting the now broken hearted boys shoulder as comforting as you can be. His posture slumped and you can visibly see his disappointment before he suddenly straightened out, looking into your eyes with new found determination.

"Well....who is this person you're so infatuated with? Then they shall become my competition!"

You sighed slightly, apparently he decided to ignore your comment about how he was far too young for you, and continued on with reckless abandon. You gave him wry smile with a tilt of your head before pointing directly behind him, Yangqing turning around with enthusiasm. Jing Yuan raised an amused eyebrow whilst his pupil let out an exaggerated, "Whattt???! No way! You like the GENERAL?!"

Jing yuan let out a hearty laugh before patting yangqings back playfully, looking back at you with a glint of amusement and...something else, you suspected.

"You're quite the brave one, aren't you? I like it." He hummed. With a whining yangqing following behind him, Jing Yuan walked past you, allowing his arm to brush gently against your own with a side glance and a smirk that made your heart skip a beat. He stopped momentarily before leaning down to whisper in your ear, hand upon your shoulder;

"You have my attention, (y/n)"

Yeah. He definitely did that on purpose.

~ End

Alternative ending:

"Sorry yangqing, I like your dad"

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ayanominitrash · 5 months

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Dowdy Dowdy (Naoya Zenin x reader)

I first posted this on Ao3 here.

"I'm here to talk to Naoya-senpai." You say, hands behind your back while staring at the ground. You can't stop the heat coming from your cheeks, coupled with your beating heart. "My next words are for him and him only." "Oh?" You look up and see that the tall senior before you have an eyebrow raised, and a hand on his hip. Where Naoya is your bully, but you love him anyway.

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A student of Jujutsu High, you were alone. You had no friends. People already assumed you're an awkward person because of that. You have helicopter parents preventing you from going outside after school, so you would be alone in your room.

But Naoya-senpai was the only one who gave you the time of day, even if he was doing it just to bully you. Imposing his misogynistic ideals and telling you how a woman should be. He'd purposely foot his foot out to trip you, and he'd smack anything you're holding in your hands, saying "oops" before he continues walking. He even went as far as dumping his drink on you because he didn't like it. You like him regardless because he was the only one you can really have a conversation with.

The others saw how badly you were treated but no one stepped up or asked you if you were okay. It's not like you were looking for pity, that was the last thing you wanted. But you find it odd that no one else seemed to join in on your abuse. They'd stray away from you when you try and approach them to ask a question. Was it because they were afraid that they'd be bullied by Naoya-senpai as well if he saw them interacting with you? He once saw a few boys plotting something sinister on you, but he'd sneer at them, making them run away in fear and never look your way again. Or, were you really that awful that your peers couldn't even stand to be in the same room as you?

That's why, your interactions with Naoya-senpai, even if it was demeaning, you valued every second of it.

You'd get to hear his deep voice, all mocking and condescending. Nitpicking everything he considers a flaw in you. But you'd listen with helpless watery doe eyes cast on the floor, wringing your thumbs together. Naoya-senpai would ask you questions, mostly about why you were like this, if you knew this or that, only to say how unintelligent you are. And yet, he keeps talking to you every day. As if it was part of his routine. As if, he was constantly thinking of you.

That's why you stay, and listen. And your beating heart races every second you spend with him. Out of fear? Or perhaps, out of fondness for the senior.

Naoya-senpai was known to be strong, smart, and excessively handsome. He'd have a different girl around his arm every now and then, and he'd show her off to you if you happen to bump into him in the hallways. Telling you she almost resembles a proper woman.

He waves a hand. "She's not much, but maybe try? At least."

And the girls around him were pretty seniors. Far from your appearance. But that doesn't deter you. Even if he was with them, he'd still talk to you.

So one day, you finally muster all of the courage you had and walk up to Naoya-senpai at his usual hang-out spot at the side of the school. Talking to him alone was probably better, but there wasn't a time when he isn't surrounded by his usual 3 friends.

"Hey, Dottie," Naoya-sama calls you by your usual nickname. He calls you Dottie because it's close to the word "dowdy", something he and everyone would always describe you as. "What do you think you're doing here? Don't you know it's inappropriate for a girl to meddle with a group of men?"

"Hey Naoya, this looks like a love confession!" One of his friends snickers, shaking your beloved senior's shoulders.

"Oh god, Naoya pulled a nerd!"

"What a slut!"

"Oh?"

You look up and see that the tall senior, before you have an eyebrow raised, and a hand on his hip.

"What do you have to say? You're wasting my time, Dottie."

"You heard him, scamper away chick."

"Get lost."

"Naoya-senpai!" You force your voice almost breaking, causing the group of men before you to quiet down.

Your hands fly from behind you and you extend them in his direction while you bow.

"I -I love you, Naoya-senpai! Please accept my feelings!"

A pause.

You waited. You waited for him to say something, or at least, pick up the drink you were offering him.

It was his favorite matcha tea drink. The one he always gets from the vending machines.

Suddenly, you hear hysterical laughter and peer up, only to find his friends laughing, but not him.

He has his beautiful golden eyes on you, a big hand over his mouth, tapping his index finger as if he was thinking of something.

"Do you hear that, Naoya?! I told you it was a love confession."

"Yow, this is crazy!"

"I can't believe it myself if I couldn't see it with my own eyes and hear it with my own ears!"

"Naoya-senapaii, oohhh, I love you! HAHAHA, man, what a joke!"

Naoya chuckles at his friends' antics, or maybe even at you, "Enough.

"Dottie, did you hit your head?"

His friends laugh again and your face pales as you retract your arms.

"N-no -"

"Did you really think I'd settle for someone like you? "

You try to swallow the lump in your throat."T-then, why would you talk to me, every day? S-surely it meant, y-you wanted - "

"What?" He scoffs. "Revolting, seriously. You must be as dense as ever. No, Dottie. I'm not interested, but maybe my friends would like to take you up on the offer?"

"Gross, dude, no!"

"What is this? Giving us hand-me-downs?"

Hands gripping tightly around the drink, you fight back the tears forming in your eyes. "I -I'm not stupid! I know you call me Dottie because I'm all frumpy and dowdy looking, but my feelings for you are real! Because -and -and, why do you make sure everyone else doesn't pick on me?! What does that mean?"

He looks at you as he tilts his head to the side as if he was dumbfounded. "Frumpy and dowdy?" He smirks. "Is that what you think?"

"You told me!"

"Hmm? I don't recall."

"Naoya-senpai -!"

"Alright, kid. Stop bothering Naoya, you're starting to get annoying."

"Scram or I'll make you."

You shoot him one last pleading look, "Naoya-senpai . . ."

He yawns. "Get out of my face."

The drink drops from your hand before you sprint away, his friends' laughter gets smaller and smaller the farther you run away as your tears finally fall down your cheeks.

You weren't stupid. You knew what he'd say.

But, you were determined to get your feelings out there. To be strong like your Naoya-senpai. But, as the tears flow down your cheeks. . .

You feel weak as ever.

After the confession, you'd think the students would laugh at you when you enter the hallways but to your surprise, they kept on walking.

Did the seniors not tell say anything about your confession?

You went on your school days as usual, alone. No one would talk to you and you'd absent-mindedly stare out the window or mess with your phone. The different thing about here is you avoid all the places you'd usually bump into Naoya-senpai. You'd eat lunch with the teachers in the faculty room. You walk the alternative path to some rooms. You'd skip out buying something from the cafeteria just to avoid him.

And when it can't be helped and you end up in the same space as him, you'll walk faster and purposely sidestep him, before he even opens his mouth. This happens a few times in a span of several weeks.

Until Naoya-senpai caught you on the rooftop after classes, under a golden sunset.

"Sorry, I'll leave."

The senior was standing in the doorway and immediately blocks your path. You freeze and you glare up at him, to which he just snickers.

"Oh? Where did that come from? Gotten a little strong since - "

"I'm sorry for bothering you. The rooftop is all yours."

You try to get past him again but he only leans an arm against the door frame, looking down at you.

"Knock it off, bitch. Can't you see I'm trying to talk to you?"

"I don't want to talk to you."

He smirks, "I thought you said you loved me?"

Your hands ball into fists at your sides.

"What's that? Do you want to hit me, Dottie?"

There's that nickname again.

"Please, I would like to leave."

"Why? But you love me. Why would you ever want to leave?"

"Let me through!"

You can stand his constant insults about your lack of intelligence and appearance, but you find it hard to stand there and hear him make fun of your feelings.

It hurts too much.

So you try and get past him again, but he grabs both of your arms in a tight grip and pulls you close in front of him.

Too close.

And he was angry. His eyes were raging boring holes into yours. For the first time, you were scared of him.

"Did you say those words just to spite me?!"

"W-wha - "

"You were lying, weren't you? You were trying to make fun of me? Me?!"

You can feel his hot breath and a few of his spit hit your face as he shouts at you, deafening. The tears start streaming from your eyes and you start to sob.

"Y-you're hurting m-me - "

"You think it'd be easy? To fool me? You're wrong, Dottie!"

"I d-don't know what you're t-talking a -about -"

"You tell me you love me, then avoid me?! Are you dense?!"

Your eyes widen as you gasp up at him. His face was red in anger. The sunset's colors paint his face along with it.

And you think, even in his rage, he looks beautiful.

"Naoya-senpai. . ."

"What do you have to say for yourself?" He asks. He's finally stopped yelling.

"You. . .rejected my feelings."

With that, he lets go of your arms. You rub them, certain that they'll leave bruises.

"You're so stupid. Of course, I did."

"And I know you'd do that."

He raises an eyebrow at you. "How so?"

"How? Because you bully me every day!"

Naoya-senpai scoffs before walking towards the fence and sits down. You follow him and sit down next to him. The two of you let silence engulf the space around you. The sunset was turning to a chilly evening and you watch as birds flock in the sky amongst the clouds. You can hear the voices from below, and laughter from children and teenagers in the streets. The busy roads. The vendors. The sound of someone dribbling a basketball.

You were listening to all of it with your Naoya-senpai beside you.

You turn your head a bit to look at him. His blond hair softly flows in the wind as he stares off into the sky. His golden eyes reflected the night's colors and what was left of the orange sunset.

He flicks his eyes down to you.

"What are you looking at?"

You immediately stare down at your lap.

"Naoya-senpai... You said you... .wanted to talk to me."

"Hmm."

You wait for him to talk more, but he said nothing else. Only the sound of the breeze greeted you.

After some time, he finally speaks.

"Gift of god."

"Huh?"

"In Greek, "Doron" means"gift" and "Theos" means "God". Thus, the word Dorothea is equivalent to the 'gift of god.'"

You give him a confused look, to which he clicks his tongue.

"You're so slow. Do you even read any books?"

"I'm sorry, I'm having trouble understanding what you want to say."

"Dottie.

Dottie is a shortened term for Dorothea. Which meaning is also, gift of god."

You gasp.

At first, from his words. Then, what he was about to do next?

He raises his hand to play with the end of your hair, almost absent-mindedly. And you can't help but feel your heart beating up in your throat.

"I have no excuse for my actions, but I do know I can't stand to end a day without speaking to you."

Your eyes widen at his words, rendering you speechless.

"You're not just messing with me, are you?"

"What?" You blinked.

"When you said what you said."

"What I said?"

His brows furrowed in annoyance, letting go of your hair. "That you loved me."

"Would I have gone through that trouble?"

Naoya-senpai leans his head into his hand as he watches you. "You know, you ought to be careful, Dottie. You can't go falling for people who are mean to you."

"Well, nobody else talks to me."

He smiles. "That's good then."

"That's good?"

He shrugs. "I have you all to myself."

You blush at his words and clutch at your chest. "Are you, toying with me again, Naoya-senpai? You can say anything about me all you want, but I can't handle you mocking my feelings."

"And what would convince you otherwise?"

You stay quiet.

"Oh? What a slut."

"I-I didn't even say anything!"

"I didn't even say anything either."

"But you -!"

"Settle down. Men don't like it when women gawk, you know."

"I don't care."

"You don't? You should if you ought to be with me."

You whip your head abruptly back at him "Huh?!"

He suddenly takes your hand in his and brought it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss.

You felt like your heart could explode.

"Naoya-senpai. . ."

"I think you should know, that I'll only hurt you."

"I don't care." You stare up at him with determination, eyes glistening with newfound hope.

"And I'll keep being mean to you."

"I don't care."

"But I'll make sure I'm the only one who does that."

He lets go of your hand to place his on top of your head.

Your eyes grow wider, this time with your smile, "Okay."

Naoya-senpai gives you a smirk before standing up and waits for you to get up too.

You follow his lead and the two of you leave the rooftop. Before you descend the stairs, you take one last look at the scene behind you.

This is where. . .Naoya-senpai made the effort to talk to you alone. where he displayed a rare kindness towards you. At the same moment, his captivating eyes mirrored the color of the sky.

"Hurry." The senior beckons.

This was where your heart was wholly his.

And his was yours.

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i know naoya toxic and my writing and plot here was mid but I still love this anyway tbh

#zenin naoya #naoya zenin #jjk fanfic #jjk naoya #jujustu kaisen #fanfic #naoya zenin x reader #zenin naoya x reader #naoya x you #naoya zenin x you #toxic #lol what is this i pulled out of my ahh #jujutsu kaisen manga

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cursingtoji · 8 months

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I hope it's okay to send another one of the cliches in! (I absolutely ADORED the Toji one you did! Perfection, pure perfection) I saw you wanted some Itachi and I feel like 23 is just so perfect for him. Maybe adding prompt 12 with it too? (Feel free to ignore if we can only send in one ask though!

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔

⊱ plus touching foreheads; The Clichés ™ event

note: bless you darling for giving me the chance to write for my beloved itachi

A warm night embraces you as you walk amongst the villagers with a basket of ingredients for your dinner. A million thoughts go by your head and you aren't quite aware of your surroundings until you focus on your path ahead and notice a familiar figure walking towards you.

You gasp once you notice who it is, dropping your basket.

"Itachi?" panic threats to take over you, he can't be seen here, yet no one else seems to have noticed the most wanted ninja standing in the middle of the busy street.

"Hello, angel."

"Am I in a genjutsu?"

"No," he leans, taking your basket from the ground and handing it back to you, "But everyone else is."

"Isn't it too risky?" your eyes wander through his pretty features, realizing that it has been a few months since the last time he sneaked in the village to see you. Tonight he doesn't have his usual cloak, instead he wore a gray shirt and no bandana, you reached for his hair, brushing it away from his face.

Itachi takes your hand delicately, kissing your fingers, "You're worth it."

You take one step closer, touching his forehead with yours and breathing in his scent.

"I missed you" you confess, it's a weird feeling being so intimate to him in public, you can hear people talking around you, buying and selling goods, kids running, playing ninja, but you thrust his skills.

"I'm afraid I can't stay much longer, angel" he holds your hand tightly, his face is the same as the boy you knew years ago, yet his dark circles look deeper every time you see him.

"Let me take care of you, 'tachi" you beg, wanting nothing more than to take him home with you, have a bath, wash each other's hair, make tea and kiss every inch of him in a fresh bed, loving and being loved by him till morning eventually comes.

"There's nothing I want more" he confesses and you know it's true, but his tone indicates that will not be possible tonight.

"Promise me you will be back soon" you know it's hard for him to catch a break to come here, besides all the risk he takes getting into the village he still has to mislead his fellow akatsuki members so they won't find out about his Konoha love, making a potential target out of you in case things go south.

"I'll try my best" he brings both his hands to your face and takes his time admiring your face until his eyes eventually fall onto your lips, he misses your kisses more than anything else he had in konoha.

Your eyes close but right before he can kiss you he feels a disturbance, like someone is beginning to notice the genjutsu.

"Sorry, angel, I must go now" he lets go of you and you sigh, "I love you" you watch him walk backwards until he fades like smoke.

"Sensei!" you hear a yell and look over your shoulder seeing Naruto and the rest of team seven coming towards you, Kakashi looks around suspiciously.

"Naruto, hi" you greet and the boy begins to tell you about the mission they just came back from. You try to dismiss the look Kakashi has on you.

"Were you shopping?" Naruto notices your basket.

"Yeah, just some stuff for dinner" you open your basket to show him, but you're surprised by a bouquet of flowers lingering on the inside.

"Wow, is it a romantic dinner?" Sakura inquires.

"Now, now, kids, you gotta wake up early tomorrow for training” Kakashi claps once, making the kids whine. You look at Sasuke, noticing the similar features with the man that was there just a few seconds ago.

Sasuke meets your gaze, you dismiss the nostalgic feeling by ruffling his hair.

“Good luck, guys.”

see also: “what if someone see us?” + Jiraiya

#itachi x reader #itachi x you #naruto x reader #naruto imagines #itachi x y/n #naruto fanfiction #— the cliches ™

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skzdreamz · 1 year

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Feeling better?

Fluff, smut MDNI!

Pairing: idol!Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: penetration, unprotected sex, petnames, praising, cussing

Word count: 2.0K+

you've been a good friend to all the stray kids boys for a long time, but especially Jeongin. he's the reason you got to meet the members and that's why their fans are aware of the good friendship you have with each other. as you spent more time with the whole group you grew closer to Hyunjin and one thing led to another. you are now dating for a little over 7 months and you've never been happier.

the only hard part about dating Hyunjin was his schedule and the fact that Stays don't know about your relationship just yet. the company wanted to keep it a secret, because they just announced their world tour and they were afraid Stays would be disappointed.

yesterday was the last day of their tour and they got some time off. everyone agreed on going on a trip to Jeju after having worked so hard these past couple of months. you really missed having Hyunjin by your side, so when he asked you if you wanted to tag along you almost flew in his arms from excitement.

as you were packing your suitcase you notice Hyunjin walking into the room and kneeling beside you. "hi baby, are you almost done?" he asked as he rubs your back. "yes, I'm just finishing up, I'll come downstairs in a bit" you say.

after a couple more minutes you walk down the stairs all dressed up and with your suitcase in your hand. "y/n give me it, don't carry such heavy things on your own, just ask me okay?", he says as he grabs the suitcase from you and walks down the stairs. you couldn't help but look at his muscular arms as he was holding the suitcase. you got a familiar warm feeling in your stomach. "damn.. I guess I really missed him", you mumble to yourself.

it was a short trip to the airport and an even shorter trip to Jeju. by the time you arrived it was around 11 am. you all decided to go to the beach house first and unpack your stuff before doing anything else.

Chan's sister Hannah was invited as well, because they didn't want you to feel lonely being the only girl. you really enjoy spending time with Hannah, so you were excited to hear she was coming as well. you and Hannah ran to the house together to pick the best rooms. Hannah will be sharing a room with Chan, Felix with Seungmin, Jeongin with Jisung, Minho with Changbin and of course Hyunjin and you will be sharing a room together.

you and Hannah immediately claimed the two rooms with the sea view. as you were enjoying the view Hyunjin crept up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "so beautiful..." he said as he rested his head on your shoulder. you hum "yes I feel like we all needed this to get away from reality for a moment"

you turn around in his arms so you're now facing him as you speak "I've missed you, you know? I'm happy we finally get to spend some time together". he feels his heart swell with love as he looks at you. he smiles warmly and places a sweet kiss on your lips. "yes, me too baby, me too"

"ehm? are you guys done with being all touchy we want to get some food" Seungmin says as he looks at you with a disgusted face. you giggle as you grab Hyunjin's hand and drag him out of the room with you. "I'm pretty hungry, can't wait to eat some good Jeju food.." Hyunjin says. he leans closer to your ear and whispers "..and you" he moves his head away from you and winks at you. you feel your cheeks getting red as you playfully slap him on the chest.

after a nice walk you finally arrive at the restaurant. you all take a seat and you decide to sit next to Hannah since you haven't seen each other for a very long time. "sooo I heard there's a cocktail bar nearby, wanna grab a drink tonight? we got to have at least one girl night right?" you say as you nudge her with your elbow. "yes! of course, I'll have to borrow one of your dresses though, I didn't plan on going out" she says. you nod in approval as you discuss your plans for the rest of the day.

after eating lunch you get back to the house and change into your bathing suits. the weather is nice so you all decide to go to the beach to relax on your first day there. as you were walking together, Hyunjin comes up to you and intertwines his hand with yours. he gives you a sweet smile as you look up at him.

you arrive at the beach and you immediately go for the water. Felix, Hyunjin and Hannah were right behind you. before you can even dive in the water you feel Hyunjin wrap his arms around you and turning you around so you're facing him. he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. you take his face in between your hands and give him a quick peck on his nose. "I haven't been able to really kiss you for so long and I only get one on my nose? I won't accept that", he says as starts attacking your face with kisses.

you giggle as you try to grab his face again. you finally manage to stop him and you look him in the eyes. you feel like no one else is there but the two of you. looking into his eyes, you see comfort, love, adoration. you never thought you would feel the kind of love you get from him.

"hmm.. pretty girl, what are you thinking about?" his eyes soften again as you move your hands to the back of his neck and kiss him once more. "I just love you" you hum against his lips.

"I love you more y/n"

"no you don't"

"want me to show you?"

"show me..? how?"

without saying anything he carries you out of the water. as he drops you to your feet he starts grabbing your stuff. "you're done swimming already? wanna play ball with us?", Jisung asks. "no she's not feeling well, so we'll see you later okay?", Hyunjin says as he finishes up grabbing your stuff. Jeongin looked at you guys confused before saying "she looked fine when she got here? do you need something? I can also bring her to the beach house so you-". Hyunjin cuts him off "no I'll bring her, have fun"

he grabs your hand and leads you back to the house. you already know what Hyunjin has in mind and you're glad he's initiating it, because you were too shy to say you've been craving him for these past few weeks. when you arrive at the house, he drops your stuff in the living room and takes you straight to the bedroom.

he immediately starts kissing you. he backs you up against the nearest wall and taps your thigh telling you to jump. you wrap your legs around his waist as he lets his lips travel down your jaw and to your neck. you gasp as he finds your sweet spot just below your ear.

"I've wanted this for so long and seeing you in that bikini made it so hard, you made me so hard" he says as he bucks his hips into yours. the contact of his hard member on your clothed cunt makes you whimper. you try to pull him even closer to you to get some pressure on your aching cunt.

"always so needy for me, hmm? pretty girl needs her boyfriend, hmm?" he says as he leaves more open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone. his kisses make you dizzy as you've been craving his lips since the moment you stepped into that car this morning. "can't talk baby? already too fucked out? I haven't even started" he chuckles. he carries you to the bed and lays you down. he hovers over you, lips inches away from yours. you try to catch his lips with yours, but he backs away. "I wanted to make love to you but, since you can't even speak to me, I guess I'll have to fuck your words out of you".

before you can even realize what he said, he kisses you harshly and you kiss him back immediately. his hands travel to your thighs as he gives them a squeeze. he parts his lips from you and removes your dress. "you have no idea how badly I wanted to rip this little bikini off of you" he groans. "well what keeps you from doing that?" you manage to say with a smirk.

as soon as those words left your mouth he discards your bikini and flips you so you're now laying on your stomach. he taps your ass "ass up pretty girl, you're in for a ride". you hear him taking off his swimwear painfully slow. "Hyunjin please, I need you". he rubs the head of his cock through your wet folds and before you can speak he sinks his cock into you without a warning.

"ahhh fuck y/n, you're so wet, always so ready for my cock huh?" he groans. your eyes roll to the back of your head and you struggle to keep your ass in the air. he notices and grabs your hips with his large hands so he's now supporting you. "please move baby". you feel his cock twitch inside your walls as you beg him to move.

he picks up a slow but steady pace, dragging the head of his cock deliciously between your walls. as much as you want to be quiet, you can't control your moans anymore. at the same time, you love to let him know how good he's making you feel. you reach for his hand behind your back to hold onto him as he fucks into you. he notices and slides his cock out of your cunt making you whimper at the loss of contact.

"don't worry baby girl, I'm not going anywhere. lay on your back for me will you?" he says as he guides you onto your back. he hovers over you and you notice his eyes are filled with lust and desire. you grab his face and bring him closer so you can capture his lips with yours. while kissing you, he guides his cock back into you. you gasp as he picks up the speed and he takes that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. your brain can't even comprehend what's going on. everything just feels too good.

"shit Hyun... cum.. please" you plead as you look into his eyes. "I know baby, me too" he reaches between your bodies as his hand finds your clit. he starts rubbing circles on your clit to help you reach your high. his every move makes you see stars and soon enough you feel your orgasm wash over you.

"you're clenching so hard, ahh, I'm cumming" he groans. "yes, inside please, give me everything" you beg as you tug on the hairs in his neck. that sends him over the edge and before you know it a loud moan escapes his lips as he paints your walls white.

he rolls onto his back as he catches his breath. "now that.. that was amazing" he looks to his side and he sees you looking up at the ceiling. you roll on your side and look at him "we should swim more often, don't you think?" you giggle as you stroke his arm. "yeah? you would like that wouldn't you?" he chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist to bring your body closer to him.

after laying together for a couple minutes he finally gets up from the bed to grab a washcloth for you two. as he closes the door behind him he's greeted by Jeongin. "is she feeling better?"

"yeah, she is feeling much better now" he grins as he walks past the younger one.

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Forbidden Love | Chapter One

A/N - Heyo! Here's the first chapter for this new series, if you haven't done so, you should check out the prologue! Enjoy! <3

Taglist | Masterlist | Prologue | Chapter Two

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"You're sure you packed everything? Every last piece of clothing? What about your books? Oh! Your cauldron?" My mother cried out worriedly.

My dad's hand laid on her shoulder, silencing both her speech and her worry. "Relax, Honey. I'm sure she has everything." He winked at me from where he stood.

"I have everything mom, even Celeste." I smiled at my mom, holding up the bird's cage. "Besides, Nana Minnie will be there!" I gleamed up at her as she laughed.

My dad chuckled as well as I noticed a man in a suit with two boys my age closely following him walking pointedly towards us. "Honey, you know you have to call her-"

"Mister McGonagall." The man nodded to my dad stopping to talk to him as my eyes flickered to the two boys. My dad smiled as my mom turned to the man alongside him.

"Mister Nott. Sending your son off to Hogwarts?" My dad greeted politely as the boys and I smiled at each other.

The man- or Mister Nott, I suppose barely registered his own son, "Yes, he is getting to about that age." he waved dismissively with his hand.

My mother gave me a last squeeze, "Yes, well I believe they better be getting on the train now or they just might miss it." She smiled, seeming to snap the two adults out of a conversation that they seemed to be having with their eyes.

"Yes!" My dad clapped before giving me a hug and ushering me and the other two boys off. "I love you honey, have an amazing school year!" I hugged him back before grabbing my luggage and heading towards the train.

The two boys followed me before one of them finally plucked up the courage to ask, "Do you uh, do you mind if we sit with you on the train?" The one with blue eyes asked, he was slightly taller than his other brunette counterpart.

I smiled back at him before coming across an empty cart, "Not at all!" When we filed into the cart a blond and another brunette- although her hair was almost black- walked in as well.

"Can we sit here? I'm afraid everywhere else is full." She spoke to the boy who asked earlier, but gave me a brief smile as well. The boy only gave a nod, motioning to the empty seats in the cart. "I'm Pansy by the way, Pansy Parkinson." She smiled, holding out her hand for me to shake before she sat down.

"Y/N!" I returned her smile, grabbing her hand to shake. "Y/N McGonagall."

"Like the professor?" The boy with gelled back blond hair sat on the other side of Pansy asked.

I nodded, smiling. "That's my grandmother!" I confirmed, before door to the cart slid open again. It was another brunette boy, his hair amess as he was slightly out of breath.

"Good! I finally found you. Or at least someone I know", he spoke to the other brunette who hadn't spoken since he got on the train. His eyes flickered across the cart, a new nervousness taking over his features. "I'm Lorenzo Berkshire, pleasure to meet you guys." he smiled and nodded before taking the empty seat nearest the door.

"Malfoy. Draco, Malfoy." The blond sitting across from him spoke, introducing himself.

Pansy and I reintroduced ourselves before the blue-eyed brunette spoke up. "Theodore Nott, and this bloke," he grinned before nudging the boy next to him, who only sent Theodore a glare, "is Mattheo Riddle."

No one in the cart batted an eye at his last name, not even me, which made the boy relax more. He gave a half awkward smile to all of us before going back to his rather default neutral expression. "So, what house is everyone hoping for?" Lorenzo asked as he clapped his hands, ending the rather awkward air that had fallen over the cart.

"Slytherin!" Pansy immediately responded, a grin now standing prominent on her features as I smiled at her. Draco nodded in agreement and Theodore murmured something along the lines of, 'of course'.

She shot him a glare. "Fine, Nott. You can go and be in Hufflepuff then." She challenged, causing Mattheo to snicker and almost genuinely laugh as Theo elbowed him in the side.

"Ouch. What about you, Y/N?" He asked me, wondering as the whole cart turned to me.

I could feel my face heat up before thinking about my response. "Well, my dad and grandmother were both in Gryffindor," I commented as the grin faded away from Pansy's face. "But, my mother was in Slytherin! She was a Prefect actually, and later Head Girl! So, I don't know." I smiled, shrugging.

This was enough to satisfy them as the conversation moved elsewhere. Soon enough the sweets trolley came through and everyone was now gorging on candy as we rode on to Hogwarts. "Don't take this the wrong way," Pansy leaned in, half-whispering in my ear, "but I really do hope you're in Slytherin." I gave her a quizzical look as she continued, "Don't get me wrong, these guys are great but I really need female friends." She laughed as I nodded, the boys looking at us questioningly as we giggled.

The cart door opening snapped all of our attention back towards the glass door, which now sat ajar. In it's place stood a girl, who like us, was in Hogwarts robes. Her hair was a lighter shade of brown, and bushy, rather it was all over the place. "Have any of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one." She asked, looking around the cart. Everyone shook their heads.

"I'm afraid not." I nodded as she stared at my luggage. I looked at her quizzically as everyone looked to me, and then back to her, and then to the luggage she was staring at. "Can... Can I help you?" I asked, looking at her rather concerned.

"That seal, on your luggage. That's Professor McGonagall's family seal." She spoke, it was rather a statement than a question.

I nodded. "She's my grandmother." I spoke before being startled as the girl walked towards me, sticking out her hand.

"I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger." She spoke confidently, seemingly ignoring everyone else in the room as if it was just the two of us.

"Y/N McGonagall." I spoke slowly, before shaking her hand. She gave a firm nod and walked out and off to the next cart. "That was... a tad weird." I laughed out, before we all started giggling and moving on to the next conversation.

It wasn't before long that the train rolled to a stop. "Next stop, Hogwarts." Theodore announced to the cabin before we grabbed our luggage and headed off.

We walked along the forest path before a loud voice boomed out, "First Years! This way." My brows furrowed as I stopped walking momentarily before continuing so my friends didn't leave me behind.

"I know that voice..." I trailed off as Pansy looked at me from where she walked at my side. "Hagrid!" I exclaimed as the half-giant turned his head towards me. He gave me a wink, waving at me before continuing to direct the rest of the first years. My smile now beamed on my face as I looked at the boats.

Lorenzo, Draco, Pansy, and Theo sat in the first boat, an apologetic look being cast from Pansy. "Sorry you two! Catch the next one though!" She smiled, waving as the two aforementioned boys began rowing before being assisted by magic.

I looked towards Mattheo, offering him a bright smile. "Looks like it's just you and me now." I smiled as I watched him get in the boat and then offer his hand out to help me down. "Looks like you're stuck with me." I took his hand, descending into the rickety wooden vessel.

A grin overtook his features as we began to row towards the castle. "Whatever will I do?" he joked as I chuckled before looking up to the castle, with only one thought on my mind.

I'm home.

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Midnight Rain ~Simon "Ghost" Riley Imagine~

Summary: Ghost saw himself as midnight rain. Dark, gloomy, and something that not many people will stay to see. Then he falls for you. A ball of sunshine that shines through his darken point of view.

Author’s Note: Ghost would be the midnight rain in a relationship.

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: fluff with some angst

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Ghost didn't have a great childhood. Which resulted to him having major trust issues. Major trust issues. He expected to be betrayed and that everyone was out to get him.

Except you.

You were the light to his darkness. Someone who can really help him.

You were a medic and a safe house keeper. But you also knew Price beforehand. Price trusted you a lot so when he came to your safe house with the 141 team, you had fell in love with the masked man when he came to you.

"Who's your team, Price?" You asked as you sat on a chair next to him. You were helping fixing up some torn clothing and wounds for the team.

"Fix, this is Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. The best of the best. Gentlemen, this is Fix. She's a medic and the safe house keeper," Price introduced.

"The bathroom is on the left down the hall if you boys want to clean yourselves up. Washer and dryer is in the garage along with some non-scented detergent, scented detergent, and extra clothes in different sizes in case you need it," you tell them.

"Thanks, Fix," Soap smiled.

"Thank you," Gaz smiled as well. You looked over at Ghost who gave you a nod.

After a shower, Ghost noticed the wounds he had gotten on the field. He patched them up as best as he could before heading over to the rest of the team. Everyone, including you were sitting around the living room and dining room (which was connected, given that it was only a one story safe house) eating some dinner.

"Hi, Ghost. I made some pasta if you're hungry," you tell him. Ghost gave you another nod before heading into the kitchen.

"Don't mind him, Fix. He's always like that," Price told you. You nodded before continuing to eat.

Before you let the boys rest well for a night, you checked on your security systems before heading back to check if the boys needed anything else. You felt yourself bump into a large figure, making you look up.

"Ghost. I'm sorry. Wasn't watching on where I was going," you said with a shy smile.

"It's alright."

"Oh my gosh. Your arm," you said with wide eyes. Ghost looked over to see that his arm was bleeding through the bandages.

"It's nothing," Ghost assured to you.

"Like hell. Come here!" You said before motioning him to follow you.

You kept making sure that Ghost was following you as you lead him to the dining room table. You took out your med kit before having him sit on a chair. You took out the necessary tools before starting to fix Ghost's arm.

"You should've came to me," you tell him.

"I could've handle it."

"Yeah," you scoffed. "And look how that came out. You could've fainted from blood loss or worse. It could've been infected."

"Good thing we have you here right?" Ghost asked you. You looked up at him with a small smile.

"Yeah. Don't be afraid to come to me if you need it," you offered.

After you were done fixing him up, he could still feel the gentle touch of your hands on his body where you had touched. It had given him a strange feeling that he couldn't understand to why he liked your touch so much and why he wanted more of it.

The next time he saw you was after the mission where you were at the base to go over a briefing and give them paperwork. You had seen him walking by, making you rush over to the tall soldier.

"How's the arm doing?" You asked Ghost.

"Doing fine."

"You going back home now that the mission is over?" You asked him.

"Work's never done here," Ghost told you.

"No. But you guys do have a break right?"

"Yes."

"You're from England right? Bring me back a souvenir?" You joked.

"What kind of souvenir?"

"Tea? So I can throw into a harbor," you joked. You laughed a little at your own joke while Ghost stared at you. Under the mask, where you couldn't see, he felt his mouth curve a little.

"Don't think I can get you anything now if you're just gonna toss it over to a harbor," Ghost said.

"You know you like me. Or at least starting to," you tell him before heading out of the base.

The next mission the 141 went on, Ghost and Soap winded up going back to your safe house. Soap had no injuries (thanks to Ghost) while Ghost got the worse of it. You sat next to Ghost as you patched him up.

"You're so stupid. You know that," you tell him.

"Made it here in one piece didn't we?" Ghost asked.

"Barely," you tell him, shaking your head at him.

"Got you something. Brought it in case we needed to come to you again," Ghost told you.

"What?"

"In my bag," Ghost said, pointing over at the large backpack by the door. You walked over before dragging it over to him. Ghost opened the small pocket on the side before taking something out.

"What's this?" You asked as he handed it to you.

"The tea to throw over the harbor," Ghost told you, quoting what you had said to him before. You smiled down at it before looking up at him.

"Did you grab just a random tea box or is this good to try?" You asked.

"On of my favorites actually," Ghost told you.

"Should I make us a cup each?" You asked.

"Make sure you boil the water in a kettle. It makes the tea taste better," Ghost told you. You nodded at him before getting up.

"Rest up for now. I'll bring you a cup when it's ready," you tell him before walking off.

Ghost looked around at the safe house. It seemed a little more homier than the usual kinds. Yet again, you were the only one who lived here and was on call.

So why could he picture himself living here with you? Why could Ghost picture himself lounging on the couch while you lied next to him? Was this something he wanted now?

That night, Ghost couldn't sleep. And for some reason, you couldn't either. You sat next to him on the couch while Soap slept in one of the other rooms. Ghost had a gun ready in case anything were to happen but you had your security system set up.

"Any plans to leave the military?" You asked him.

"When I die yeah," Ghost told you.

"Really?"

"Yes. I would most likely die in action," Ghost shrugged.

"That's sad."

"It's just reality."

"I would miss you though," you tell him.

"You would?"

"Who else am I going to patch up that brings me tea from England," you said.

"Guess I'll to my best to stay alive for you," Ghost said to you.

"Good."

When the 141 had to go back to your safe house again, they were shocked to see it broken into. Price knew that you were a tough woman but the state the safe house was in, he knew you were out numbered.

"What happened?" Ghost asked as he looked around.

"Don't know. Check the premises," Price ordered.

The team did a thorough search before meeting up again in your old living room.

"She's not here," Soap said.

"And there's footprints in her size but from the looks of it, she was dragged out," Gaz mentioned.

"Who took her?" Ghost asked angrily.

"Not sure. Let's check her security system," Price said before walking down to the basement where you kept it.

The watched the security cameras as a few vehicles rolled over to the safe house. The team watched as a group of soldiers with guns rush in. After five minutes later, they saw you get dragged into one of their vehicles before they all drove off.

Ghost turned away before heading upstairs.

"L.T! Where ya goin?" Soap asked as he followed his lieutenant behind.

"I'm going after her," Ghost told him.

"Let's wait a moment. We need a plan first. Look, I wanna get her back as much as you do but we don't even know who we're dealin with 'ere. Let's come up with a plan first then you can murder whoever and save her," Soap said, trying to convince his lieutenant to calm down before anything worse could happen.

"Right," Ghost said before walking back inside.

It took a week before they were able to find you. Ghost only saw red the moment he found you all bloodied up and on the floor unconscious. No one dared to remind Ghost about having to keep one enemy alive once they saw how angry he was when he saw you in your state.

Once they got you back to base, Ghost barely left your side. He sat on a chair next to you, hoping you would wake up. Then came when you woke up finally.

"Where am I?" You asked.

"You're at the base. You were unconscious when we finally got you," Ghost told you.

"That sucks. Do I still look like a ball of sunshine?" You asked with a weak smile.

"Still look good as ever, Fix," Ghost tells you.

"I know I'm going to be on a leave for a good while. You think you can manage without me?" You asked him.

"I'm coming with you. For a little while. Just to make sure you're okay," Ghost told you.

"Ghost."

"Yes?"

"Can I tell you something while I'm still doped up on this medication?"

"Sure."

"I like you. And I don't mean like as a friend. I like you as in I hope every day that you would come back to the safe house just so I can see you again. I like you as in I fell for you," you tell him. Ghost smiled under his mask before slowly moving his hand to hold yours.

"I like you too. But let's take this slow alright?" Ghost asked you.

"Okay. Now can you get a doctor? I think the medication is wearing off and I'm starting to feel a bunch of pain throughout my body now," you tell him.

"I'll be back," Ghost said before getting up and heading out.

During your leave, you sat on your couch while Ghost brought you some mac and cheese that you asked him to make for you. He sat next to you as you ate your food. Your favorite comfort movie was playing on the TV as you sat comfortably under a fuzzy blanket.

"You didn't have to be here with me," you tell him.

"Wanted to."

"Well thank you. I appreciate it."

Simon nodded before moving your legs to lie across his lap. You smiled at him before going back to your movie.

Simon Riley didn't know much about being in love. Simon Riley has troubles with trusting people. But when it comes to you, he's sure that he can do it without any trouble.

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