coworker!simon who likes to pretend he’s going into the tech lounge for a cup of coffee (he prefers tea) when really he just wants to see if you’re in there taking a break.

“u techies ain’t doin anythin all day?” is what you hear as bootstraps come into your line of sight. you raise a brow and look up at him from where you’re brewing a fresh cup of coffee. “don’t you soldiers have your own break room to bother people in??” you uttered with barely hidden distaste. he was glad for his mask covering that small smirk-your attitude went straight to his dick. “this place ‘as got the good coffee” he looks down at you, his voice gravelly in your ears. “soap said u hate coffee.” you call him out with a slow sip from the mug. he mentally curses the scott. “must be confused.”

coworker!simon who enjoys teasing you even though the man barely utters more than 5 words per conversation most of the time. he just loooves being in your space, not even to make fun of you, but just to see what you’re up to.

“whaddya even do when there’s no missions on schedule aye?” he comes up behind you and asks in that low scratchy accent you only hear in the mornings..hot. but that doesn’t matter. “do you always bother people who are trying to work” you grumble out as your eyes focus on the code at hand, fingers typing rapidly. he lets out a gruff …laugh? you’re not entirely sure. “too pretty to be wasting your time behind that screen.” you freeze, he doesn’t compliment you usually, just the annoying comment here and there. “well i enjoy my job.” “yeah?” you could hear the smirk in his voice. “what if i convinced you to look away from that g’damn screen. this weekend. dinner?” you tilted your head, a smug look crossing your face as you look up at him. he raised a brow, waiting.he’d never let on, but fuck was he nervous. “sure.” one short word from you lit him up.

coworker!simon who loomed gravely outside your comparatively cute and dainty house as he waited for you to open the door. you did, in a number that did crazy shit to his heart ..and dick.

“knew you’d look even more beautiful when you’re not behind that desk.” his mask was off, wanted to be real with you-not ghost but simon. you smiled slightly and stepped out. “thank you simon.” his following grin should indicate how the date went. a fancy restaurant followed by a dinner full of laughs, longing looks, and simon trying his fucking best to hide how much he wanted you. safe to say it went well on both sides.

coworker!simon who really really liked you. and he may not be great with words and that sappy bullshit but his mouth did wonders on its own.

he currently had tremendous amounts of blood rushing south in this moment. why? cus you were sitting on his face currently gripping the headboard for dear life as he dug his tongue deeper in your pussy. “si-simon wait” you breathed rapidly, knot forming fast in your stomach. he shook his head, groaning as he bucked his hips up into the air desperate for his own release. but he was too focused on you. “cum for me pretty, i wanna taste it.” he slurred into your flesh as he ate like you both didn’t just have dinner. “soo sweet” he panted. your high reached its peak and u tried to get off but he didn’t let you, fingers plunging in as you came hard, shivering and whimpering his name.

hcs w/ nanami kento: when you initiate

when you close the distance between you and nanami, his first reaction is to momentarily freeze.

he's surprised, but pleased. his brain just has to go offline for half a second first. then his eyebrows lift slightly, and he melts into you as soon as his body catches up with his head.

whether you grab his tie, pull him into a kiss, or initiate intimacy in bed, he feels the need to collect himself before letting go.

Yandere Boytoy! Who acts all confident and funny but becomes a babbling whiny mess the second you’re hand goes to his jeans button.

Yandere boytoy! Who’s confident enough to send you hundreds of dollars worth of flowers and show up to your Pilates class and stare at you the entire goddamn time but who’s face DROPS the second you actually look at him like you might want him.

Yandere boytoy! Who will spend his cute finance or tech big boy bonus to buy you a Bulgari serpenti bracelet but will cream his pants and cry if you actually send him a message that says “Thank You 💋” with a pic of it on your wrist(he will be using his absurd high graph hd expensive ass printer to make a photo and put it into a scrapbook he totally made when he learned who you were)

Yandere boytoy! Who somehow always knows where you are which is weird because you always post your stories after the fact and don’t recall EVER sharing your location so how the fuck-

Yandere boytoy! Who… has a job? But always seems like he’s in your business instead of his, so, this is really weird…

Yandere boytoy! Whose feelings you love messing with because you’re unsure about yours, but you know he’s cute, well off, and has a liking(crippling degrading delicious obsession) for you. ;)

I think Marina looks back on her time in the domes fondly :)

uhh obligatory minor spoiler warning for

Starting this off… the names is funny courtland and ryland both have ‘land’ in it and court and colt are similar.., they’re brother your honor

court is the oldest (by 3-5 years), while colt and ryland are twins (whose older, up to you)

their father. Highest grade dick. One of the most bastardized bastards to ever fucking exist on the plain of earth

(According to the movie) court was 15 when he shot his father, and 8 years later (when he was 23) he got recruited into the sierra program

think it would be funny if court was slighter smaller than colt and ryland (bc in the book he is 5’11” while gosling is 6’)

(This is if the brothers ever united…) courtland has grown detached from his name that he can forget to respond to it when the twins use it, he’s not used to being addressed like that, its always been just a number

Court witnessed a lot of things (ryland graduating college, colts stunt works and even watching movies he stunted for, etc etc) from afar bc he was afraid of them being used as leverage

after Ryland got fired, Colt was right there to support him, lots of movie marathons and myb ice cream as well

Colt has prescriptions contacts instead of glasses, he says he doesnt wanna look nerdy

colt name is colton 🤷

Ryland found out abt Colt’s accident while he was teaching in class, Court found out while he was out of the country on a job

Colt also has chronic pain from the accident

Ryland annoyed (cared for) colt and checked in on him a lot, took at least 3 month off to help him and was couch surfing (which means he was doing sub plans for 3 weeks)

Colt, fucking hated that, he hated the vulnerability and he hated feeling like a burden and taking his brother away from his (shit) paying job

Ryland throws most of his money into his classroom, his students

If colt visits ryland, they always stop at the diner that ryland is a regular at

all of them, chronic coffee drinkers, Ryland is sweet asf, Colt does black (when its brewed, he drinks, heat be damned), Court just drinks whatever’s available, sweet, black, doesnt matter

Ryland at least knows Latin, Colt knows French and probably spanish… Court probably lost count of the languages he knows, picked up a lot working

they are all on the spectrum, one way or another (fucking courland ‘im talked out, lets go gentry’ gentry and those mf with their thumbs up)

colt would prob be bi or smth, aroace ryland (tried at least one relationship) and court forgot that those were a thing (as stated, he got incarcerated when he was 15)… so probably aroace as well

This is all i got for now… :)))))

Warnings: Smut, fluff, fem!reader, | WC: 1000+

✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... you walk into a room, and he’s looking over his phone, eyes squinted as if he doesn’t have telescopic vision. His fingers tap at the too-small phone screen, his tongue caught between his teeth as uncertainty furrowed his brow, missing the buttons by accident and resetting his progress on his Instagram post. “Sweetheart?” He looks up and gives you a guilty grin. “Hi, honey… can you help me make a post? I forgot how.” You shake your head, sitting down as he hands his phone over with no protest. The photo was a picture of you from your date the other night. You cock an eyebrow at him. “Why are you posting me?” you asked with a smile. “Why don’t you post both of us?” He shrugged, “Because this is my favorite picture. Look at your smile!’ Your heart melted a little. You leaned over, sneaking a kiss to his arm before hitting post. Curious, you tapped on his profile. Last post: 100 weeks ago. A blurry photo of his family at Christmas. Three likes on it, and one of them was himself.

✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... he’s always in charge of selfies because his arms are longer. When you look back at his camera roll, he has duplicates of every selfie you’ve ever taken together. Half of them are blurry, cutting you out of the photos, facing the wrong way, or blocked entirely by his thumb. Once you had found a video that was over a minute long of him trying to take a selfie, the reflection of himself in his glasses, his brows pinched in focus, your voice echoing in the background, patiently talking him through it.

“Clark! You make sure you press the little white button, and don’t put your thumb over it!” You could hear your laughter in the back as he grinned, his dimples dipping into his cheeks. “What? You don’t like looking at my thumbs?” he had teased, laughter bubbling up from his chest. 

✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... you ask him to do a TikTok trend, lip-syncing to a sound, and he looks at you, confused. “Okay… So, I’m gonna pick you up, put you on my shoulder, while you sing?” he asked, looking down at you as you set up the camera. “Oh yeah, it’ll be a hit, just trust me!” you insisted, setting up a timer and looking back at him. “I always trust you, honey. Start it,” Clark said, voice calm as he stood exactly where you told him to. You pressed play, listening to the timer tick down until the sound started. “A boy who’s jacked and kind,” fills the room, and you back into him, his big hands splaying over your stomach as he lifts you with ease up onto his shoulder. His hand stayed to secure you, his eyes looking up at you with admiration that Hollywood could never recreate. You giggle, your lips moving to the sound, hand in his hair. When the sound is over, he sets you down, watching you rush to post it, making him smile.

The video went viral, getting almost a million likes! In bed, you scrolled through the comments with him. His favorite comment was, “Oh, he’s in LOVE!” and another, “He looks like a puppy.” Clark smiled to himself because he was shamelessly both those things for you.

✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... he comes home from work setting his briefcase down on the floor and toeing off his shoes before lining them up neatly. He steps into your apartment, the summer sun shining through the windows and warming up the intimate space. You came from the bedroom, sports bra and workout shorts, fresh from the gym. “Hi!” you exclaim, moving to plant a kiss on his face. “Sorry, all sweaty.” Clark shrugged it off, looking you up and down, an appreciative glint in his eyes “Wow, you look… Um—how do you say it? You cooked?” he asked, his head tilted and embarrassment started creeping up his neck. You laughed, burying your face in his chest. “Where’d you learn that, Clark?” He kissed the top of your head—it was obviously Cat, she knew that lingo better than anyone and used it to confuse poor Clark. “Cat,” he grumbles, looking into your eyes, confusion there. “Well thats not quite how you use that one.” Your hand went up to his hair, smoothing a hand through his curls. “Body Tea?” Clark tried again, and your threw your head back in laughter. “Sure, that one works,” you rubbed his arm watching his brain work overtime. 

✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... he voice types, too busy to type out a well thought out text. When he’s typing up an article, or walking through the crowded streets, Clark talks into his phone. “Do you need anything from the store? I’m passing by on the way home…” and at the end of every text it’d say, ‘Stop’ or ‘Please stop’. A glimpse into how Clark talked to his phone, but you hardly seemed to notice after around a month of texting him.

✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... he can’t read tones over text. No punctuation makes him think your upset. His texts are always perfectly punctuated, spelled, and with little emojis that remind you he’s a millennial. Whenever you used the crying emoji instead of the laughing emoji? He sprung into action. “Are you okay?” or “What happened?” Texting him was difficult all around; he answered quicker on phone call most of the time. 

✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... you sneakily set up a camera when he comes home, aimed at the front door. ‘Seeing how long it takes him to melt’ trend, knowing not in a million years that he would have seen it. So, you waited and waited; the minute he stepped into the door, you had him hold his arms out, leaving him confused as you kissed him, deep kisses that made his heart flutter. His hands dropped down to your sides, folding in three seconds; his lips moved over yours with a gentle devotion, still firm and almost commanding, completely oblivious to the camera looking at him and the sweet intent behind the kissing. Clark scooped you up under the thighs, one hand moving to start pulling up your shirt and letting his hand roam. It felt too good to stop him.

Military!Dex who has zero actual social skills in the barracks, but the second anyone asks about home he lights up like a damn Christmas tree. He’s that guy pulling out his wallet to show off picture after picture of you — you smiling at the camera, you in his old hoodie, you kissing his cheek. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to me,” he brags, voice full of rare, genuine pride. The other guys tease him for being whipped, but he doesn’t care. Talking about you is the only time he feels normal.

Military!Dex who will never, ever admit to you that he sometimes hires private eyes to keep tabs while he’s deployed. He tells himself it’s just worry. He’s halfway across the world with a rifle in his hands and nightmares in his head; he just needs to know you’re safe, that you’re waiting for him, that no one’s trying to take you away. Every report that comes back saying you’re okay lets him breathe a little easier.

Military!Dex who used to nervously twirl a challenge coin between his knuckles to keep his hands busy and his mind steady. The day he decided to propose, he replaced that coin with your engagement ring. Now when the anxiety creeps in, he spins the ring on its chain around his neck instead — a constant reminder of you, that you’re his, that he has something worth coming home to.

Military!Dex who writes you letters that are almost painfully honest at 0300 when he can’t sleep. He never sends the ones where he sounds too broken. Instead he sends the ones where he tells you he’s counting down the days, that he’s being careful behind the scope, that he’s trying to be better for you.

Military!Dex who fucks you like crazy the second he’s back on American soil. The insecurity hits hardest after long deployments — he’s convinced you could do better, but the way you look at him and the way you moan his name keeps the darkness quiet.

Military!Dex who keeps a photo of you tucked inside his helmet. During long, silent hours on overwatch, he pulls it out and traces your face with his thumb. You’re the only thing that makes the violent thoughts fade. His reason to keep his aim true and his mind intact.