#“can you see me using everything to hold back” and he's clenching his fist lol do u see that

[lieutenantism]

bags by clairo and jeanharry (plus scenes from the lighthouse as jh). i had an epiphany and i decided to make an edit.

[inzaynety]

part of the job ⤫

➢ summary: after using no. 10, hoshina realizes one of the reasons behind his drive to fight. after listening, you realize the limits to your everything. 

➢ content: hoshina x fem!reader, 1607 words, non-explicit injuries, spoilers from the manga (fight starting at ch. 88 and hoshina’s past lwky), locking someone up (crack part lol), slight angst, hurt/comfort

➢ notes: yo🫸🏼🫷🏼this is more of a character analysis for hoshina and reader so i added some dialogue from the manga itself to connect it a little more (w/ reader influence ofc be we’re delulu like that)

pt. 2 - pt. 3 of slice & dice - pt. 4

Not yet. My sword is right there.

He feels like he’s floating, like his body is lighter than he remembers. But there’s no time to waste, he has to grab hold—oh. That’s why he feels that way.

His arm is gone.

Hoshina stares in shock as his blade moves further and further away, and all that’s left is him and his thoughts. He can’t feel himself moving; he can’t feel himself breathing. 

If he were his brother, he would have been able to switch over to his firearms without a worry and take down the Kaiju just like that. For crying out loud, this was a smaller one. This should have been easier for him. His father and the first commander he trained for, didn't need his particular set of skills. 

And you—what were you doing there? He knows he’s dying, and he knows this is what people might see before they go. But how cruel is it when it’s your own lover staring back at you?

If he were you, what would he do? 

He’d take your other hand and shove his blade back in there, probably complaining about how hard to hold Izumo tech made them, more so than the guns at least. And he’d push you to keep on fighting even if neither of you knew you’d make it back.

Why? Because he knows how much you love your weapon. He knows how much you trained with that old thing more times than he can count. And he knows it’s the same for him.

A jarring laugh takes him out of his thoughts. Hoshina gasps and clenches his left fist, then his right. His arm was still there.

How was that?! I totally fended it off!!

That son of a bitch Kaiju No. 10.

You can’t listen.

Having been injured in a previous mission yourself, you were pretty much banned from joining the fight anywhere. Your division knows that despite whatever persona you had as their commander, if there was a place you’d want to be, you’d be there no matter what.

The only thing you could do now, however, was send your vice commander and platoon leaders off before settling into your office and waiting. The control room was only a corridor down and from the messages you’d been receiving, your team was doing just fine. 

You just didn’t know if he was. The First and Third had their fair share of strong opponents but it doesn’t seem like they ever caught a break. Even if they were going to be using Kaiju powered suits and weapons, that was never going to be enough, was it?

You only had the call with Okonogi to go off of and had placed yourself on mute so as not to distract her from her job. But it scared you instead upon hearing the Third’s own shouts and cries of their vice commander’s name.

Your finger hovers over the red button after a particularly devastating yell until an alarm blares in your office. 

“Commander! There’s a situation with Mizutani’s Platoon!” 

Without hesitation, you lift your finger off and connect it to your in-ear, placing your phone in your pocket before rushing to the control room. 

Why is it that even though I’d lose and lose, I never stopped swingin’? Why is it that even after being told I should give up time and time again, I never stopped fighting?

He stands unwavering on an equal level with Kaiju No. 10 sitting in front of him, waiting idly for his answer.

“To beat my brother.”

No.

“To hold on to the one thing I’ve got goin’ for me.”

No!

“To fulfill my duties as vice-captain.”

Quit trying to put up a front!

Hoshina doesn’t know what the monster wants to hear, but he knows they don’t have much time right now. No. 12 is much stronger than No. 10 was and he can’t imagine what would happen if he failed to neutralize it now. Only he could do something about it but now he was utterly lost. What could he do?

The world around him steadies and he blinks. Oh.

“Because swingin’ the sword...”

Kaiju No. 10 doesn’t move. 

“...is fun.”

No. 10 grits its teeth, veins popping against its skin as it rises, its eye peeking from the cross-shaped hole in its head.

That’s right.

You’re pacing back and forth, receiving poorly concealed glances sent your way by your own division. It felt like an eternity from the time you were called into the room to the time of any other update from the Third Division. This can’t be healthy.

You hate thoughts like this. They give you doubts. Doubts about things you can’t control by yourself, nor can you even if you were given the wheel. It’s not in your place to stop him or abandon your post just for him. You wish you could split yourself in half and not worry so much, but wouldn’t it be easier to find a way to get rid of that worry? What about–

“Vice Commander Hoshina has neutralized No. 12!!” Okonogi announces that you can hear it through your in-ear as well as your control room’s speakers. Your team lets out a collective cheer and sighs of relief as you visibly relax, reaching into your pocket to hang up the call. 

On the monitors, every platoon leader and officer worked with pride and neutralized their own Kaiju with ease from the moral boost that, among Shinomiya and Gen’s victories, had given them. Everything was going to be fine. 

But the piercing eyes of those thoughts stay in the back of your head.

His whole body is sore and hot when he wakes up. The smell of fresh linen and alcohol comes to his senses and when he opens his eyes, you’re right there in front of him. Hoshina’s surprised but he’s also imagining the look on the medics faces seeing you rush through the halls like he knows you did.

“Sweet–” You punch his better side and he yelps. He tries to retort at the action but one look at your face has him holding it in. 

“Dumbass! Stupid. You were—god, I swear I’m locking you up and never letting you see the light of day.” But then you’re gently pressing your face against the same arm and letting out the deepest sigh you had been keeping in. His expression softens as he brings his hand up to pat your head. 

“Not even congratulations? Good job?” You were probably aware of how much he overheated his suit and definitely aware of how he was using the prototype No. 10 suit, so that did not help in extinguishing your worries. Yeah, he was reckless alright.

Tears start to form in your eyes and while you’re grateful that your face is hidden from his sight, Hoshina knows you better than that. You must have been so worried for him while being preoccupied with your own division and everything. It was so, so hard. Your grip on the back of his pillow doesn’t go unnoticed.

The sudden thoughts hit you again and guilt runs through you. How could you think that?

“Hey–” Hoshina starts as now you’re crying, holding onto his arm with a grip just a tad lighter than the one you have on the cloth behind him. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You weren’t one to cry so much, at least not lately. He made that a mission for himself. 

You only shake your head, allowing yourself to be moved by a man more hurt than yourself into his arms as he comforts you. His warmth is there, his heart is beating, and his words are spoken right into your ear to tell you he’s there. He’s alive, he’s fine. 

But what if he wasn’t? What if he didn’t make it out of there?

“Look at me.” His voice is firm, juxtaposed with the hands lifting your face to get you to focus your attention on him. “I’m right here.”

You should be here comforting him, not the other way around. Of course, your Soshiro would be the one to do this, though. You raise your eyes to him and come to the realization of the utmost contentment you’ve ever felt. Something you’ve always felt with him.

Of course, your Soshiro.

It takes a few moments but you’re able to calm yourself. He wipes away your tears with his thumbs, and waits patiently in case you want to say something, even if it is nothing at all. 

“I…” You can’t pick out your words right away, “...felt like I couldn’t do anything. Watching you like that. Soshiro,” he’s hanging onto your every word, “I thought that if, just for a second, you weren’t in my life, maybe it’d be easier to not feel like that.” Even coming from your own mouth, it sounds too harsh and too horrifying to say out loud. His hold falters, you can feel it, and you’re immediately wracked with more guilt. 

“But–”

“That’s okay.” Is what Hoshina answers first, stopping you. His hands on your face grasp you more and bring you closer to his. “I’d like to think I know ya enough to know what ya want to say. Maybe ya don’t know it yet.” The glint in his eyes are back, earning an automatic roll of your eyes. 

He’ll tell you later how much you helped him. 

“There’s my girl.” He places a kiss on your nose and rests your foreheads together. “Besides, ya can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You’ve helped him so much more than you think.

“I’ll always be here.”

©inzaynety 2024

[xgryffinwhore]

if you’re still doing johnny, could you do a smut where your basically ali. you broke up with him, and he is kind of like a obsessed ex? not sure where im going with this, but i hope you can do it way better than me lol

The spill

Summary: Johnny wants his ex back, seeing her at the movie theatre giving Tommy an idea.

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Word count: 6.8k

Johnny Lawrence had it all—captain of the Cobra Kai, All Valley cham, best of all, her by his side. She was different from the other girls, smart and always challenging him. With her, he felt like he could be himself—no Kreese, no pressure, just Johnny and her against the world. But things changed. She’d had enough of his temper, of the way he was always trying to be in control. It came to a head at the beach party, right there in front of everyone. She broke up with him, saying he was too possessive, too jealous, that she couldn’t take it anymore.

Since that night, Johnny hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that she was meant to be his. He’d go through his day, but his mind would drift to her—wondering what she was doing, if she ever missed him, if she’d realize that they belonged together. And then, every time he saw her with Daniel, the jealousy burned so hot it felt like it would consume him. Sometimes he’d end up driving by her house or showing up at the spots they used to hang out, just to feel like he was close to her. His friends started noticing, and even Kreese gave him a hard time, but Johnny didn’t care. She was worth it.

Tonight, Johnny’s parked outside the movie theater he knew she liked to go to, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, maybe remind her of what they used to have. He tells himself he just wants to talk, but the truth is he’s desperate for any reason to stay connected to her, no matter how messed up it looks.

Johnny’s leaning against his bike with the Cobra Kai's, eyes fixed on the theater doors, his mind replaying memories of her in his car, of their late-night talks, and the way she used to look at him before everything got so screwed up. He’s still holding onto hope, convinced she’ll come around if she just remembers the good times. His fist clenched as he thinks about LaRusso, about the way she’s letting that punk take his place.

"You don’t even know her, LaRusso," Johnny mutters under his breath, eyes narrowed. "You’re just… borrowing her."

"What was that, Johnny?" Bobby asks. 

"Nothing," Johnny says, rolling his eyes.  "Just… forget it."

Bobby shakes his head, Johnny was always pulling antics to try to get her attention, as if she forgot he existed. There were giggles coming from around the corner, sure enough her and her posse rounded the movie theater heading straight for the door. 

As soon as Johnny saw her, his heart started beating faster. She was so close he could almost touch her. Her laughter floated through the night, as natural as breathing. Johnny felt a pang in his stomach, like he always did around her.

She noticed him and his crew, trying not to look over for more than half a second. He looked good, he always did, but he was too damn much. Beating up Daniel once a week really gave her a bitter taste in her mouth. 

"Look who it is," her friend Susan whispered as she gestured toward Johnny. She huffs "I know."

Johnny caught the glimpse she made in his direction, holding out hope that she still cared. But when she didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, Johnny knew he needed to make a move. "Hey, wait up!" he called out. She pretended not to hear, but Johnny knew better than that.

"We've been over this. I don't want to talk" annoyance laced her tone.

Johnny knew he was losing ground, but he couldn’t let her slip through his fingers again. "Just listen for a second, okay?"

She whipped around at an almost violent rate, "What!" she snapped. Johnny's friends chuckled at her fiery attitude. 

Johnny raised his hands defensively. "Just five minutes. That’s all I’m asking for," he said, hoping his sincerity would get through to her.

Her eyes softened for a second, when she looked at him all she could see was the secretly sweet guy he used to be. But the menace he was on the surface loomed over her, she snapped out of her thoughts. "Yeah, I'll pass" she turns back around, her and her friends whispering and looking back at him as they head into the theater.

Johnny’s heart dropped as she walked away. He knew he’d been pushing his luck, but the thought of losing her for good was too much to bear. He stared at the door where she’d disappeared, feeling more determined than ever to win her back.

"What are you doing man?" Dutch shouted, his hands on his hips. "I thought they broke up," Jimmy sighed, rolling his eyes. 

Johnny turned to face his friends, irritation clear on his face. "Stay out of it, Dutch," he snapped. "It's none of your damn business."

"It is my business when you drag us places acting like you want to hang out, when you really just want to run into her" Dutch countered.

Johnny bristled at Dutch’s words. "I can do whatever the hell I want, Dutch," he said through gritted teeth. "And if I wanna see her, I'm gonna see her. You got a problem with that?"

"Doesn't really look like she wants to see you," Dutch said while getting on his bike. "I'm out of here, it's been weeks man, This isn't like you, to be so weak over some girl." With that, Dutch started his bike and drove off. On one hand, Dutch was right, it really wasnt like Johnny at all-- but they dated for two fucking years, so it was different.

Johnny watched as Dutch zoomed away, his words stinging. He knew his friends were fed up with his obsession, but he couldn’t shake the need to be near her. He glanced at the theater door, then back to his bike, unsure of what to do next.

Bobby came up and patted Johnny on the shoulder, "Listen man, Dutch is just being an ass." Bobby pointed toward the theater "We'll go in with you, maybe there are seats behind her and her friends still open." Tommy and Jimmy nodded, parking their bikes and heading toward the theater.

Johnny let out a sigh, grateful for his friends' support despite their frustration. "Alright," he said, a small spark of hope reigniting. "Let's go see if we can ‘accidentally’ sit near her."

They all smirk, they knew Johnny's tricks all too well. As they bought tickets and came in, her and her friends were in the middle of the theater, the back was pretty open. She noticed him walk in and sighed, she couldn't believe he came in.

Johnny and his friends took their seats a few rows behind her and her friends. As the movie started, he couldn’t help but glance in her direction from time to time. Each glimpse of her sent a rush of longing through him.

Jimmy nudged Johnny, "So what's your big plan?" he whispered.

Johnny kept his eyes locked on the screen, trying to sound casual. "I dunno," he said, "Just see if I can get her attention, maybe." He took a breath, feeling more confident in his plan than he had a moment before. "And if she doesn’t... Well, I’ll just have to be more creative." The wheels were already spinning in his mind.

She shot him a look, trying to act like she was just stretching. She was curious as to why he and his friends followed them in; she knew he wanted to talk, but this was a romance movie- and Johnny couldn't stand those. "Man she totally just looked!" Tommy commemorated.

Johnny’s heart raced as he heard the others’ excited whispers. "Yeah, she looked at us," he said, trying to play it cool. "But that doesn’t mean anything. We need to be smart about this... " He glanced over again, studying her with a mix of longing and determination. "We've still got time. Let's see if we can draw her out of the theater."

"I think I have an idea" Tommy whispers, standing up with his drink and a malice smirk. "I'll get her away from her friends."

Tommy grinned, sauntering down the aisle. When he got just a few feet away from her, he exaggerated a stumble, spilling his drink all over the back of her hair. "Woah," he said in a mock slurred tone, making a big show of his accidental clumsiness. "Damn, I am so sorry."

She shot up, only seeing red "Tommy, seriously?" she shouted, the soda dripping from the ends of her hair. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she spat as Tommy feigned apologies. She stormed out to the bathrooms, her friends shooting glares at the rest of the group.

Johnny watched with a mix of worry and anticipation as she ran to the bathroom. "Great move, Tommy," he said sarcastically, "Real smooth." He turned to the guys, trying to think of a way to salvage the situation.

"Now's your chance, idiot" Jimmy exclaimed "She's alone in the bathroom.." he trailed off, trying to make Johnny connect the pieces.

Johnny's mind raced as he realized the opportunity in front of him. "Right," he said, rising quickly from his seat. "I'll go talk to her, see if I can smooth things over." He shot the guys with a determined glance before making his way toward the bathroom.

She washed her hair in the sink, the sticky soda washing away down the  drain. She wasn't sure if Tommy was a clumsy fool, or if he tried to embarrass her in front of everyone. She tried off her hair with the paper towels available before exiting.

Johnny hovered outside the bathroom, waiting for her. When she finally came out, he stepped forward, a sheepish smile on his face. "Hey" he said tentatively. "I just wanted to check on you, see if you're alright?"

"I'm fine." She brushed him off, just as she did not earlier, and walked past him back toward the theater.

He stepped in her path, preventing her from moving further. "Hey, hold up for a second," he said, his tone demanding. "I know you're pissed, and you have every right to be, but you can't just ignore me like this."

She looked at him like he had three heads "Johnny, I broke up with you, what don't you get?" 

Johnny's eyes darkened. "Yeah, and you just expect me to move on? It doesn't work like that. We were together for two years. You can't just dump me and move on like I never mattered."

"The whole point of breaking up is not being together and moving on" She huffed. Johnny never took no for an answer.

Johnny clenched his jaw, frustration radiating off of him. "So that's it?" he shot back, "You just woke up one day and decided I was disposable? Like our whole relationship meant nothing?"

"We both know that's not what happened" she shoved him out of frustration. "I waited for you to calm down for two years, but you couldn't help yourself" she shakes her head "you let your temper ruin everything good in your life!"

Johnny's face hardened, hurt and anger swirling within him. "My temper? That's rich coming from you. You never understood me, you wanted to change me into some perfect boyfriend who never got mad." He stepped closer, his voice low and intense. "That's not who I am. I'm not gonna be the guy who just smiles and pretends everything is fine all the time."

"You let every little thing set you off, while I try to tear you off of someone before you damn near kill them” she twitches.

Johnny's jaw clenched as her words hit home. "And whose fault is that?" he retorted, his voice rising. "You knew I was like this when we got together. You just wanted to be the hero who could tame the bad boy, make him into your perfect boyfriend. Well, newsflash- I'm not some charity case for you to fix."

"You're such a jerk" she curses "I saw the best in you, who you were outside of karate, outside of who you pretend to be in front of your friends. I'm not going to stick around and watch you make yourself look like an ass day after day." She saw this conversation was just turning into one of their classic fights. "Just leave me alone, Johnny."

Johnny's eyes flickered with a mix of regret and anger. He knew deep down that she'd seen the best in him, a part he tried to hide beneath his tough exterior. She was right, he'd lost himself in the cycle of aggression and bravado. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the storm within him. "Fine," he said, his voice low and strained. "But don't expect me to just walk away and forget about everything we had. You meant the world to me."

She felt tears well up in her eyes, she hated how hard it was to stay away from him. She opened her mouth as if to respond, but instead pushed back him to the door outside. She had to go home, take a long shower, and mull over what she was feeling.

 Jimmy, Bobby, and Tommy came out a few seconds later "Man, you've been out here for a while" Jimmy said "What happened?"

 Johnny turned to his friends, his eyes conveying a mix of disappointment and frustration. He shrugged, playing it cool. "She's just being stubborn," he said dismissively, trying to hide the pain that still tugged at his heart. "Nothing new. Just forget it, let's go."

"She'll come around man" Bobby said opening the door "that girl is crazy about you, she wouldn't let you get her all worked up if she wasn't."

Johnny managed a small smile at his friends' words. Maybe they were right, maybe she did still care. But he knew he couldn't just sit around and hope things would magically fix themselves. He had to take action, show her that he could change, that their relationship was worth fighting for. "Thanks, guys," he said, determination glinting in his eyes. "I'll figure it out."

She laid in her bed that night, restlessly thinking about seeing Johnny. Every time she saw him, his image lingered in her mind, he was real easy on the eyes, which is why she forgave him for two years.  As she tossed and turned, the memories of her time with Johnny flooded her mind. She couldn't deny the chemistry, the spark that drew her to him despite his flaws. She remembered the moments they shared, the laughter, the stolen glances. His easy charm and confidence always seemed to win her over, making it hard for her to stay mad.

Johnny couldn't sleep either. He replayed their conversation in his mind, the hurt in her voice still lingering in his ears. Deep down, he knew he had messed up, let his anger get the best of him too many times. But the thought of losing her for good was unbearable. He couldn't shake the memories of their time together, the way she made him feel like he could be better. And he desperately wanted a second chance to prove it.

Johnny glanced at the clock, its numbers casting a faint glow in the darkness. It was late, but he couldn't wait any longer. He knew what he had to do. He rolled out of his bed, got dressed, and quietly slipped outside into the night. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal light over the quiet neighborhood.

Johnny walked down the empty streets, his footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. He made his way to her house, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He climbed the familiar tree that led to her bedroom window, just like he had done so many times before.

She laid there sleeping, the rise and fall of her chest as her lips part deep in dreams. Her window was slightly open, letting the cool night air in. Her room looked the same as it always did, band posters everywhere, and the picture of them from last year facing her bed on her night stand. 

Johnny's eyes lingered on the photo on her nightstand, a snapshot of happier times. He carefully opened the window and climbed inside, trying not to make a sound. Once inside, he just stood there for a moment, taking in the familiar sight of her room. He knew he shouldn't be there, but he couldn't bring himself to turn back. He looked at her, sleeping peacefully, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing.

He moved closer to her, almost tempted to reach out and touch her. But instead, he just stood there, watching her sleep. He knew she would be mad if she woke up and found him there, but he couldn't leave things the way they were anymore. He took a deep breath and spoke softly, "Babe..."

She stirred, still in sleep, but somehow she registered his voice. "..Johnny.." she said.

Johnny's heart skipped a beat as she spoke his name in her sleep. It was as if she was reaching out to him, even in her unconscious state. He couldn't resist the pull any longer. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Hey," he whispered again, his voice filled with tenderness. "Wake up."

Her nose twitched, as her eyes fluttered awake slowly. She rubbed her eyes, trying to adjust to the dark. "J-Johnny?" she said shocked, almost yelling

Johnny quickly covered her mouth. "Shh," he whispered. "I know I shouldn't be here, but I had to talk to you." He looked into her eyes, hoping she could see how sincere he was. "Please, just hear me out."

She breathed heavily, her eyes darting down at his hand. She slowly began nodding.

Johnny held his hand over her mouth for a moment longer before letting go, his voice low and urgent. "Please. I need to talk to you." He took a step back, giving her space. "I know you're mad, and you have every right to be, but I couldn't go another night without telling you how I feel." He gazed into her eyes, pleading for her to hear him out. "I still love you. I know I messed up, and I'm sorry. But I'm asking you to give me another chance."

"You broke into my house to do this?" she questioned, not fully awake yet.

Johnny took a deep breath, knowing he was pushing his luck. "I know it was a crazy move, but I didn't know what else to do. You won't see me, you won't take my calls. I just... I had to talk to you, to make you understand." He reached out, gently taking her hands in his. "I'm not giving up on us. I won't let you go that easily."

She scoffed, putting her head in her hands. "Yeah well you should have thought about that while we were together."

Johnny sighed, his determination unyielding. "I know I made mistakes. I was hot-headed and let my temper get the better of me. But I'm more than just my mistakes. I know I can be better. I miss you like crazy, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove it to you." He looked at her, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Just give me a second chance. That's all I'm asking."

She is at a loss for words, she wants to take him back, she really does. But she knew he would always be a short tempered, violent mess, was that something she could live with? She knew he could make small changes, but there will always be a fire that burns bright in Johnny for fighting. "I.." she starts, taking a moment to collect her thoughts, "I still love you Johnny, more than I should."

Johnny felt a surge of hope as she spoke those words. His heart raced, his eyes never leaving hers. He took her hands, squeezing them gently. "I love you too. More than anything. I know I'm not perfect, but I promise I'll keep working on myself. I don't want to lose you again." He took a step closer, his voice softer. "Just... Please, give me another shot. Let me prove to you that I can be the guy you deserve."

"Okay, Johnny" she nods, his big, veiny hands making her own look so feeble and small. 

Johnny's face lit up, his eyes filled with gratitude. He pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her shoulder. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You won't regret this. I'm gonna make it up to you, I swear." He held her close, feeling her heartbeat against his chest, a reminder of the love they shared. "From now on, I'll be the best damn boyfriend you ever had."

"Yeah, yeah" she giggles, a weight being lifted off her shoulders by his touch. She laid down, dragging him down with her and nuzzled into his chest.

Johnny wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "I missed this so much," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I've been such an idiot. But I'm gonna make it right, I promise." He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

She looked up at Johnny, his cocky smirk spreading across his face at her gaze. "What's the first thing you're gonna do, to make it right?" she teases.

Johnny chuckled, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Oh, I have a few ideas." He tilted her chin up, his lips brushing against hers lightly. "But first," he whispered, his voice low and seductive, "I think I owe you a proper kiss." Before she could respond, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, pouring all his affection and desire into the moment. It was a promise, a declaration of his love and determination to make things right between them.

As they lock lips, a warmth builds deep within her, one only he can produce. She never truly realized how affected she was by him, he molded into every crevice of hers perfectly, like he was meant to be hers. 

Johnny's heart swelled as their kiss deepened. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, never wanting to let go. He knew he had to cherish her, protect her from his anger and hot-headedness, and he was determined to do so. In that moment, all he wanted was to hold her, to make her feel loved and safe. He broke the kiss, looking into her eyes with a mix of tenderness and devotion. "I love you," he whispered, "And I'm gonna spend every day showing you just how much."

"I love you, Johnny" she said, coming to smother him with another kiss.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping into his mouth while they reclaimed each other with a tongue numbing kiss.

Johnny responded eagerly, his hands roaming her body as their kiss deepened. He couldn't get enough of her, as if he was trying to make up for lost time. His hands traced her curves, pulling her closer, as he poured all his emotions into the kiss. He had missed this, the undeniable connection they shared, and he never wanted it to end. As they finally pulled apart, panting, Johnny rested his forehead against hers, a mix of longing and contentment in his eyes. "I don't ever want to let you go again," he whispered.

"So don't be stupid again" she banters back, her lips wet from the contact. She stroked his back, his pheromones and sweat mixing to make such a stirring aroma. 

Johnny couldn't resist her playful banter, his lips curving into a crooked grin. "I'll do my best, but you know me," he teased, his voice filled with mischief. He pulled her even closer, savoring the way their bodies fit together perfectly. "You have no idea the effect you have on me," he said, his voice laced with desire, as his lips found the soft skin of her neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses. "I can't get enough of you."

"You never can" she purred, the blood rushing to her head from the high his lips gave her. She moved her hands to his hair, gripping onto his bleach blonde locks as he kissed her tenderly.

Johnny's heart raced as her fingers tangled in his hair, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He trailed kisses down her neck, each one more intense than the last. "You're right," he whispered against her skin, his voice low and husky. "I can't resist you." He nibbled at her earlobe, his breath hot against her ear. "You're my weakness."

She pulled him in tighter, she swore if he moved even a little bit away from her he'd disappear. "Hey I thought Kreese said you shouldn't have any weaknesses" she teased "It's not good for your karate."

Johnny laughed softly against her skin, his arms wrapping around her securely. "Screw Kreese," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "You're the best weakness a guy could have. I'd choose you over any trophy or title." He captured her lips in a hungry kiss, his hands roaming her body, as if to prove the depth of his devotion. "You've got me hooked, babe. There's no turning back now."

She giggled into his kiss, loved the rare moments when he was so needy and clingy to her, like his love was too much to bear. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, exploring him like she always used to.

Johnny reciprocated eagerly, his tongue meeting hers in a passionate dance. He poured all his desire and longing into the kiss, wanting to show her how much he missed her. His hands roamed her body, caressing every curve and dip, as if to memorize every detail. In this moment, nothing else mattered to him but her, and the way their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. "I want you," he murmured between kisses, his voice heavy with need. "I need you."

She let out a whimper at his pleas, he was never one to beg. He usually made her do that, it felt arousing to feel him under her spell. "Oh yeah?" she managed to gasp out a tease.

Johnny growled softly at her teasing, his desire only growing stronger. "Oh, you know it," he said, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "But I know you like it when I'm in charge." He nibbled at her lower lip, his smoldering gaze never leaving hers. "Are you gonna make me beg for it, babe? Because I will."

"I think I like the sound of that" she bit her lip, oh how the roles have reversed. 

Johnny smirked at her reaction, his eyes glinting with amusement and desire. "Begging it is then," he said, his voice low and husky. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed against each other. "Please," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I can't take another night without you. I need you, all of you. Show me how much you miss me too." He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands exploring the contours of her body as he whispered sweet nothings into her skin. "Please, babe. I'm desperate for you."

She smirks at his words, "Mm" she hums, goosebumps rising all over her.

Johnny continued to trail kisses down her neck, his lips grazing her collarbone. He moved even lower, nuzzling against her chest. "Please," he murmured, his voice filled with longing. "I'll do anything. Just say the word and I'm yours." He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. "I can't live without you, baby. You're my oxygen." He gently took one of her hands, placing it on his chest, right above his heart. "Feel how fast it beats for you."

She felt the organ inside him beat like it was the last thing on earth. "I think I'd feel better if your shirt was off.."  she teases.

Johnny's eyes darkened at her suggestion, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Is that so, babe?" he replied, his voice low and seductive. He leaned back, stripping off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing his toned, sculpted chest. He flexed his muscles playfully. "Better now?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his lips.

She was hypnotized by his biceps, I mean, how couldn't she be. He was a Greek god in the making and he was totally and utterly desperate for her, she felt so lucky. "A lot, thanks" she responded, her throat beginning to feel dry.

Johnny chuckled, his ego boosted by her obvious admiration. "Like what you see, huh?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He took her hand, guiding it to his chiseled chest. "You can touch, you know," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I'm all yours." His free hand snaked around her waist, pulling her even closer, his lips grazing her ear. "And I plan to show you just how much I need you tonight."

She reaches out and trails down his shoulders, his arms, down his chest and abdomen. She found it hard not to moan at just him under her hands, he was so fit. His warm tan skin felt smooth under her fingers, "I bet you are.." she meant to tease, but it came out as more of a plea.

Johnny's breath hitched at her touch, his body burning with desire. He couldn't resist the way her hands explored him, the way they sent electric jolts of pleasure through him. "Oh, I am," he said, his voice husky with passion. "And I plan to make you feel just how much." He leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, his hands roaming her back, tracing every contour of her body. "You drive me insane, babe," he whispered against her lips. "I want to devour you."

She couldn't hold back the guttural groan at his suggestive words. "I missed how dirty you talk to me" she sighs, closing the gap between their lips.

Johnny smirked against her lips, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "You have no idea how much I've missed this," he murmured, his voice filled with longing. "And I'm not gonna hold back anymore." He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a heated dance. He pushed her down onto the bed, his body covering hers as he kissed a trail down her neck. "I'm gonna remind you just how wild I can get," he said, his voice a low growl.

Images flash in her mind of their past times, the steamy back seats, the sneaking off at the beach, him covering her mouth when her parents were in the other room. Johnny really did get wild. She squirmed as his lips moved down her.

Johnny could feel her squirm beneath him, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. He reveled in the way she responded to his touch, the way her body arched against his. He made his way lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, his hands tugging at the hem of her shirt. "You like that, huh?" he teased, his voice laced with desire. "Well, you haven't seen anything yet."

"Take it off" she begs him, her brain firing off rapidly at the sight of him doing what he does best-- driving her crazy.

Johnny eagerly complied, lifting her shirt over her hips and discarding it on the floor. He leaned back, taking in the sight of her. "Damn, you're so beautiful," he exhaled, his voice laced with desire. He ran a finger over the curve of her breast, savoring the way she arched into his touch. "How did I ever let you slip away?" he murmured, his lips finding her collarbone.

She moans as her body responds to him, it was nothing new-- how little he had to do to make her lose control of herself. "You're driving me insane."

Johnny chuckled against her skin, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "Good," he said, his voice thick with desire. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear." He continued his trail of kisses down her body, teasing her with the lightest of touches. He reached the waistband of her pants, tugging at them gently. "You want more, babe?" he asked, looking up at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She nodded feverishly, "Yes Johnny. Please. I need more." She writhes under the teasing touch of his hands. 

Johnny relished in her response, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her pants, slowly slipping them down over her hips. "You're so impatient," he teased, his voice low and husky. "But I'm gonna take my time with you, babe. I want to savor every moment." He traced his finger down the length of her inner thigh, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her squirm with anticipation.

He was pressing every single one of her buttons, he was too damn good at it. One thing about Johnny, he might mess up, but somehow she was always begging him for more after. Her breath hitched with anticipation, the skin under his touch tingled. "God, don't do this to me. Don't tease me like this" she whimpered.

Johnny chuckled, his fingers tracing circles on her inner thigh. "But I love teasing you, babe," he said, his voice filled with a teasing lilt. "It drives you crazy, and that's exactly what I want." He continued to trail his fingers upwards, just barely grazing over the fabric of her panties, his eyes locked on her face, savoring every reaction. "Beg for it," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want to hear you beg for me."

And just like that, the roles were back to normal. "Please Johnny" her throaty begs fill the quiet room "Do whatever you want to me- anything to me-- just make me feel good. I need you so badly." 

Johnny's eyes darkened with desire as her words filled the room. He could feel her anticipation, her desperate need for him and it only fueled his own desire. He moved closer, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke, his voice low and seductive. "Anything, huh?" he whispered. "That's a dangerous thing to say to me, babe. But I'm more than willing to oblige."

He captured her lips in a hungry kiss, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her panties, teasing her with a skillful touch. He toyed with her core, his fingers tracing circles around her most sensitive spot. "How does that feel, babe?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Is that what you wanted?"

Her back snaps up as she arches in pleasure, her needs being quenched. "Oh god.." she whimpers, little pants slipping out of her mouth "Johnny it's amazing.. feels so good.."

Johnny's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her writhe and gasp beneath him. He loved seeing her lose control, the way her body seemed to respond to his every touch. He intensified his movements, his fingers finding a steady rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge. "You like that, huh?" he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "You like how I make you feel?"

"Love it" she slurs, his digits making her lose all thoughts other than the circular motion of his fingers against her sensitive clit. "I fucking love it Johnny" she moans.

Johnny's heart raced at her words, the fire inside him burning stronger than ever. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. With a final, skillful motion, he pushed her over the edge, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "That's it, babe," he growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Let go for me."

She moved her hands to his pants, grabbing a hold of his bulge. "But.. I want.." she pants, giving him a knowing look.

Johnny groaned at her touch, his desire for her only growing stronger. He knew what she wanted, and he couldn't deny her any longer. He leaned in, his lips finding her neck, his hands working to release himself from the confines of his pants. "You want me to fuck your sweet brains out, don't you?" he whispered, his voice husky and filled with need.

She blushed at his bluntness, "Yes Johnny" she said softly as she slipped him out of his shorts and boxers. She began eagerly stroking him, showing him how badly she needed him inside her.

“Easy now” his self restraint snapping “You're gonna make me cum before I even got to wear you out.” He tore off her panties, spreading her legs sinfully as he slid between her legs. He bared his weight on both of his forearms, planking above her as he rested his tip at her entrance.

She lined him up, her eyes silently begging for him to take her. He slowly thrusted into her wet heat, shuttering at the familiar pleasure, she returned the shutter with the familiar burn. “Fucking christ” Johnny groaned “I dont know how I went weeks without this.”

She gripped tightly onto his biceps, digging her fingernails into him with each stroke. She wasn't used to his size, not after almost a month without it. He quickened his pace, both of them getting lost in the pleasure.

She let her head fall back, eyes pinned shut in pleasure, Johnny smirked at the sight he had drilled into her. “So pretty for me” he growled, his hand firmly grasping her neck “Look at me when I fuck you, baby” he demanded. Her eyes flew open, her lips parted as little moans and pans ran through her throat. He took his thumb and caressed her bottom lip. 

He swiftly pulled out, flipping her on her back. He brought her hips up to his as he slammed into her once more God- he loved how easily he could use her, plus, it was a hell of a view, one he’d missed. “You like how deep I am?” he leaned down near here ear, fucking her relentlessly. 

“Yes” She screams into her pillow, tearing of pleasure harboring at her lash line. She felt the coil inside her begin to undo itself.

He snapped his hips into her, his strokes getting slower and deeper “That's my girl.” He felt her tiger getting around him, he knew she was close to being finished. “Say my fucking name baby” he begs, getting lost in his own pleasure, being inside her was almost too much to handle.

She grips her bedsheets, her arch getting weaker as she approaches her climax. “Johnny! God, Johnny… Please Johnny” she cries out, tightening around him as her whole body is hit with weaves of ecstasy. This drives Johnny over the edge as he pulls out and paints her back with his cum. “Fucking-Shit..” he curses as hee strokes out the remaining fluids, admiring his work. 

She lays there, quivering underneath him. He wipes the remaining evidence off her with his shirt, then collapses onto the bed next to her, the afterglow of their passionate encounter still lingering in the air. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, as he let out a content sigh. "That was incredible," he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of awe. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, savoring the moment. "I've missed you so damn much, babe."

"I've missed you" she says trying to catch her breath. "I love you Johnny, I'm glad you broke into my room" she giggles.

Johnny chuckles, his heart swelling at her words. "I love you too," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "And don't worry, I'll break in again if I have to." He nuzzles her hair, inhaling her scent. "I couldn't stay away from you any longer. I had to see you, touch you, be with you.”

She kisses his shoulder, "Johnny, do you think you can stay the night?" she asks. He used to spend the night all of the time, he'd sneak over and leave when he wanted because she had a lock on her door.

Johnny smiles softly, his heart swelling at her request. "Of course, babe," he says, his arms tightening around her. "I'll stay as long as you want me to. I don't ever want to leave your side again." He kisses her forehead, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. "Just like old times, right?"

"Right" she smiled, resting her head and arm on his chest, listening to his heart thump in his chest. The sound makes a wave of peace wash over her, it's so soothing and cyclical. Her eyes slowly shut as she drifts back into a deep sleep.

[theonottsbxtch]

CHICAGO PT.4 | OP81

an: OKAY SO FINAL PART IM DONE NOW AND IM SO SORRY TO EVERYONE FOR WHAT IVE DONE I HOPE YOU CAN FORGIVE ME PLEASE. if you feel like the writing quality has decreased im sorry lol im tired and haven't proof read it.

wc: 2.1k

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On Monday, Oscar stood outside her hotel door, heart pounding in his chest. He had rehearsed this confrontation over and over in his mind, but now that he was here, the weight of it felt unbearable. Every instinct told him to walk away, to leave this mess behind, but he couldn’t—not yet. He needed to see her, to hear it from her lips. He needed answers. Closure.

With a shaky breath, he knocked.

There was a long pause, and then the door creaked open. She stood there, looking as effortlessly composed as ever. Her dark eyes gleamed in the low light of the hallway, her lips curling into that soft, practised smile he knew too well. She was dressed casually, her hair falling loosely around her shoulders, but even now, even after everything, she looked like she had stepped out of a dream.

“Oscar?” Her voice was soft, almost surprised, though something flickered behind her gaze—a quick flash of recognition, of something calculating. “What are you doing here?”

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "We need to talk."

She hesitated, but then she stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. The hotel room was immaculate, a polished, sterile space that felt more like a set than a home. Oscar walked in, the air heavy between them, his pulse racing as the door clicked shut behind him.

"What's going on?" SHe asked, her voice gentle, almost soothing, as she moved closer to him. She tilted her head, that familiar gesture that had once made him feel like he was the centre of her world. "You seem upset. Is everything okay?"

Oscar's jaw tightened. He had to focus. He couldn't let her pull him back into her orbit, not again. He turned to face her, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "I know everything."

Her expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker in her eyes—a brief shift, barely noticeable, but Oscar saw it. She took a step back, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Lando," Oscar said, the name like a rock in his throat. "I know you're with him. I know you’ve been with him this whole time."

For a moment, there was silence. Oscar could hear the blood rushing in his ears, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited for her response.

She blinked, and then, to his astonishment, she let out a soft, almost amused laugh. "Oh, Oscar... is that what this is about?"

His stomach twisted. The way she dismissed it, the way she said his name��it sent a chill down his spine. He clenched his jaw, trying to hold on to his anger, to the clarity he had felt just minutes ago. "Don't play games with me. You’ve been lying to me. To both of us."

Her expression softened, her eyes widening as she reached out to touch his arm. Her fingers were warm, familiar, and he hated how much his body responded to her touch, how a part of him still craved that connection. "Oscar," she whispered, her voice like honey, "I never lied to you. I care about you, I really do. But things... things are complicated."

He pulled away from her, his skin burning where her hand had been. "Complicated?" he repeated, his voice harsher than he intended. "You made me believe you were a single mum. You made me think you were raising Lea on your own while you were playing both of us!"

Her expression faltered, and for the first time, she looked genuinely uncomfortable. But it was fleeting. She quickly replaced it with a look of soft concern, stepping closer to him again. "Oscar, you're misunderstanding this. Yes, I’m with Lando, but you and I... what we have is different. I never intended for this to get so messy."

"Messy?" Oscar felt his pulse quicken with a new surge of anger. "You manipulated both of us! You used us! This wasn’t some accident—this was calculated!"

Her face hardened, her eyes sharpening as she took a step back. "Calculated?" she echoed, her voice cool now, losing that tender edge. "You think I planned this? That I sat there and schemed to ruin your lives? You’re overreacting, Oscar."

The shift in her tone was like a slap in the face, but Oscar refused to let her twist this around. He took a step forward, closing the space between them. "Don't try to gaslight me," he said, his voice low, trembling with the effort to stay in control. "You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew who I was before you even sat down next to me in that bar in Chicago. You knew everything about me because Lando told you about me. And you used that."

Her eyes flashed, but then, just as quickly, she softened again, her lips curling into that same seductive smile that had once unravelled him. She stepped closer, so close he could feel her breath against his skin. "Oscar," she whispered, her hand brushing against his chest. "I didn’t plan this. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You and I… we have something special, don't we? You felt it, didn’t you?"

His breath hitched. The closeness of her, the way her voice wove around him, made it hard to think. For a moment, the anger inside him wavered, like a candle flickering in a gust of wind. He could feel the pull of her, the way she knew exactly how to make him weak, how to make him question everything.

But this time—this time he couldn’t let her win.

Oscar clenched his fists, stepping back from her, putting distance between them. His voice trembled, but he forced the words out, each one like tearing away a piece of himself. "No. We don’t have anything. You don’t care about me. You never did."

Her eyes narrowed, the smile fading. There was a flash of frustration in her expression, a quick flicker of anger, but she quickly masked it. "Oscar, you're being dramatic. I never lied about my feelings for you."

"Then why didn’t you tell me about Lando?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Why didn’t you tell him about me?"

She hesitated, her gaze shifting just slightly, and for the first time, Oscar saw something—guilt—flicker across her face. But it was gone as quickly as it came. She straightened, her chin lifting defiantly. "You don’t understand what it’s like, Oscar. It wasn’t as simple as choosing between the two of you. I have responsibilities—Leo, my career. I couldn’t just… I couldn’t just drop everything for you."

Oscar felt his heart drop at the mention of Leo, the boy she had lied about so easily. "Don’t bring your son into this to justify your lies."

Her eyes darkened, and for the first time, her voice hardened. "You don’t get it, do you? You never really did. You think this is black and white, that I was just stringing you along for fun. But life isn’t that simple."

Oscar shook his head, stepping back even farther. "You’re right. Life isn’t simple. But you made the choice to lie. And you made the choice to hurt the people who cared about you."

For the first time, She properly faltered. Her shoulders sagged slightly, and she let out a long, shaky breath. But Oscar didn’t let it sway him. He knew better now.

“I’m done,” Oscar said, his voice firm, final. “I’m done letting you twist everything around, making me doubt myself. You can’t have it both ways. You can’t keep playing with people like this.”

She stared at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face for any sign of weakness, any opening she could exploit. But this time, Oscar didn’t waver. He stood his ground.

Finally, she let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. She crossed her arms, her expression hardening into something cold, distant. "Fine," she said, her voice clipped, devoid of the warmth she had used to manipulate him for so long. "If that’s how you want it."

Oscar nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle over him. "That’s how it has to be."

For a moment, they stood in silence, the air between them thick with tension. Then, without another word, Oscar turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

And for the first time in months, he felt free.

A few weeks passed, and the bruises she had left on Oscar’s soul slowly began to fade. The races rolled on, and life at the paddock resumed its relentless pace. After everything, Oscar had managed to distance himself from the chaos she'd stirred within him. Lando, too, had cut her out. They’d had one more awkward conversation, full of unspoken regrets, but in the end, it was clear—they had both been played. She had woven her lies so intricately that they'd been trapped before they even knew there was a game.

She had vanished from their lives as swiftly as she had entered, severing ties as though they had never mattered. No apologies, no lingering farewells. Just a cold, calculated exit.

At first, Oscar couldn't shake the remnants of her presence. The memories would sneak up on him, whispering doubts and ghosts of feelings he wished would disappear. But as the weeks went by, he felt a shift, the grip of her seduction loosening its hold. He worked. He drove. He focused. Lando did the same, both of them rebuilding in their own way.

There were moments when they crossed paths at the paddock, moments when an awkward silence hung in the air, a quiet understanding between two men who had fallen into the same trap. But they never spoke of her again. The chapter was closed, the storm that was her had passed.

Or so they thought.

It was just another race weekend. The paddock buzzed with the usual excitement, the hum of engines and anticipation swirling through the air. Oscar walked toward the garages, the sun casting sharp shadows on the tarmac. He felt lighter now, the weight of the past weeks slowly lifting, the sting of her betrayal a fading memory.

He glanced toward the familiar motorhomes, watching the familiar faces of drivers, engineers, and media moving like clockwork. Just another race day.

Logan strolled up beside him, looking far more relaxed than usual. “You ready for this weekend?” he asked casually, but there was an edge to his tone, something that made Oscar glance sideways.

“What’s up?” Oscar asked, slowing his pace. Logan’s nonchalance always had a purpose.

Logan hesitated, then rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. “Look, I wasn’t going to say anything, but... have you seen the news?”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “News?”

“About the grid,” Logan continued. “New couple spotted. Not that it’s really our business, but I figured… after everything… you should know.”

Oscar’s stomach sank. He hadn’t been paying attention to gossip, deliberately keeping his head down, but now a flicker of dread curled in his chest.

“Who?” Oscar asked, his voice tighter than he intended.

Logan pulled out his phone, scrolling before handing it to Oscar. “You’re not going to like this.”

The headline flashed across the screen: New F1 Couple Alert—Charles Leclerc Caught in Steamy Romance With Mysterious Brunette.

Oscar’s heart pounded in his ears as he scrolled through the article. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the photos. They were grainy, taken from a distance, but unmistakable. A man—one of the newer drivers, Charles—with his arm around a woman. A woman with long, dark hair and sharp, seductive features.

It was her.

Oscar’s grip tightened on the phone, the image burning itself into his mind. There she was, smiling that same smile, her lips curled in the same way that had once left him breathless. The same way she had smiled at him, at Lando, before turning their worlds upside down.

“I can’t believe it,” he muttered, handing the phone back to Logan. “She’s doing it again.”

Logan exhaled sharply. “Yeah, looks like it. It’s like she’s got a thing for drivers, mate. I didn’t want to bring it up, but... you needed to know.”

Oscar’s mind raced. She had moved on, effortlessly sliding into another life, another story, as though the chaos she’d caused had never even happened. And Charles—he had no idea. Oscar could see it in the photos, the way Charles was looking at her, the way his hand rested protectively on her waist. It was the same way Oscar had once looked at her. The same way Lando had.

She was doing it again. The same seduction, the same lies, the same calculated dance.

“She knew exactly what she was doing all along,” Oscar said, more to himself than to Logan. The realisation hit him hard. She hadn’t just stumbled into his life. She had planned it. She’d known exactly who he was. Lando had mentioned him, and talked about his teammate from time to time. She had heard his name, known his world, and positioned herself perfectly to take advantage of it.

The night at the bar in Chicago wasn’t a coincidence. She hadn’t randomly chosen the seat next to him. She had orchestrated it all.

Logan sighed. “She’s good at what she does, I’ll give her that. But Charles… he’s got no clue what’s coming.”

For a moment, Oscar felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. He thought he had escaped her, thought they had finally closed the book on her manipulations. But here she was, sinking her claws into someone new, dragging another man into her web.

“What do I do?” Oscar asked quietly, feeling the weight of it all.

Logan shrugged, giving him a sympathetic look. “There’s nothing you can do. Not really. It’s his choice, his life. You can’t save him if he doesn’t know he needs saving.”

Oscar nodded, though the pit in his stomach twisted tighter. He watched as the world around him carried on, oblivious to the storm brewing in the distance.

The image of her with her lips on Charles, just like she had done to him.

And as Oscar turned away, walking toward the garage, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the storm wasn’t over. Not yet.

the end.

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[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Three

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Just fluff, y’all deserve it lol

Notes: I’ve had this chapter written for a long time already and this week I’ve just kept adding to it lol I also tore my thumbnail off at work so I’ve been typing on my phone with my index finger and it’s pissing me off, I apologize if I fuck up some spelling bc of it. Enjoy our boy being back and not holding anything in anymore🥰

Word Count: 3500

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•March 18th, 2006 • Home •

Reader

I don’t know what’s worse. Watching Jasper leave, or standing in front of him months later completely unprepared to see his face ever again.

Jasper Hale is here, he’s real, he’s home.

I can’t breathe all over again. I just-

My body collides with his before I even realize I’m moving. Wrapping my arms around his neck feels like a puzzle piece clicking into place. He’s solid against me, slightly chilly but real. I can’t believe it, I inhale for the first time since opening the door and it really is him-the scent of pine and everything Jasper slides right into my lungs and clicks against my heart. My breathing is noticeably choppy and I can barely contain the sob lodged in my throat. One hand wrinkles his shirt in a fist at his shoulder while the other grips his beautiful blonde hair at the base of his head, my eyes squeeze shut to hold in the tears from the overwhelming feeling of having him this close again.

“You-you’re home.” I choke out, the lump in my throat almost impossible to slip words past.

His arms close around me delicately picking me up off my feet, like I’m made of porcelain. He hasn’t moved an inch otherwise, almost as if he’s thinking that I might be a dream too. I feel his chest expand and his arms cinch down a little tighter, bands of steel that aren’t releasing me anytime soon.

“I’m here darlin’, I’m home.” Jasper whispers into my neck.

“You can’t-don’t leave-“ I stutter, words failing me, hands starting to shake.

“Shhh sweetheart, I’m here.” He smooths a hand down the back of my head and cradles it against his shoulder.

Tears start to fall in a steady flow at the reassurance in his voice, words I’ve needed to hear for a long time now clanging through my soul. He’s here and I don’t know for how long, but he’s here.

Jasper steps forward into my house with me still enveloped in his arms, nudging the door to slam shut with the toe of his boot, he stops.

“Couch?” He asks, as if he’s unsure what to do next.

I nod into his neck, I could probably let go and walk myself, but I can’t release him just yet. He moves us over to the couch and as he sits, I pick my legs up to lay across his lap, a hand drifting down my thigh to guide me into a comfortable position. It’s like time picked up right where we left off, a shudder running through me at the familiarity of him.

“Darlin’, I need to see that gorgeous face of yours.” He says in that southern accent that’s like a spear to my heart. I want to shake my head, I’d prefer to stay in this bubble locked around him. Instead I do the reasonable thing, my arms relax the death grip I have on his neck as I lean back to look into his eyes.

“There you are, sweet girl.” He whispers with a grin, dark brown eyes tracking the tear stains running down my cheeks. His thumbs reach up to swipe away the wetness as he places a kiss to my forehead before taking a deep breath.

“Why on earth would you try to-to kill-” He struggles with the words in a way that clenches my heart.

“I wasn’t trying to kill myself. It was recreational diving.” I pick at the edge of my sweatshirt and I feel him shift.

“Alice couldn’t see you come out of the water, I was so scared, you… You can’t do that.” Jasper pushes some fallen strands of hair behind my ear, staring at where his cold finger meets my warm skin.

“Can’t do what?” I challenge, meeting his eyes as defiance flairs in me.

“Scare me. Put yourself in a situation where I might lose you.” His answer is warming and bold, but it delivers a blow to my chest.

“Like when I lost you six months ago?” Fuck, the lashing is out of my mouth before I could think, but I stand by it nonetheless.

He takes a deep breath, glancing around the living room before nodding.

“I’m sorry…” my voice is small as I whisper the apology, I truly didn’t mean to snap.

“Sweet girl…” he drifts off and closes his eyes, missing the pink on my cheeks from the nickname. “You have no idea, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. The most scared I’ve ever been - that night in September and today.”

“You have no idea, Jasper. It’s not so easy to live without you either. To wonder if you’re alive. If you’ve moved on without me.”

He opens his almost pitch-black eyes and gapes at me like a fish out of water. How could this man think so low of himself that he can’t see how much I care for him?

“Have you been feeding?” I ask him, worry lacing my tone as I take his cheeks in my hands.

“When I need to, it turns out that not a lot matters besides you. You also scaring me to death kind of does that to a man.” He responds with a pointed look and a smirk tugging on his lips, his hands tightening their hold on my waist.

I blush again, not used to him being so open with his thoughts and feelings. “Oh hush.” I flash a sad grin back, the dark circles under my eyes an obvious sign I know exactly how he feels.

“You look tired sweetheart, maybe-“ he begins.

“No.” I interrupt him, there’s no way I’m taking my eyes off him any time soon, not even for a nap.

Realization dawns on him as I stare a hole into his chest, the grip I have on his shirt unyielding like it’s the only thing tethering me to earth. “Y/n, let’s go upstairs and you can take a nap, I’ll stay with you the entire time. You need some sleep, doll.”

“You-you’ll stay with me? You won’t leave?” I ask as he picks me up bridal style in his arms and begins walking to my room.

“I won’t leave, not until you ask me to.” He reassures my fears, no doubt catching the distress pouring off me in droves at just the thought of letting him go even for a simple nap.

“You’ll be okay laying with me?” I ask, concerned about making his hunger uncomfortable.

“Sweetheart,” he starts while ascending the stairs, “I’ve gone too long without you, I can wait a little longer to take care of myself.”

I sink into his arms a little further, my eyelids beginning to feel the weight of all the sleep I haven’t been getting since he’s been gone.

“Sleep, I’ve got you.” He murmurs into my hair, placing a kiss as he turns the corner to my room.

He sets me down on one side of the bed, the sheets unmaid making it easy to pull up and cover me. He speeds to the opposite side of my bed, toeing his shoes off before sliding under the sheets with me. He keeps his distance, facing me on his side with an arm propping up his head so that he could study me.

I turn my body to mirror his, “You’re not staying all the way over there, are you?” I ask mildly offended.

He lets out a chuckle, “Guess not.” He opens his arms to let me wiggle in closer, I press my nose to his chest and pause. “What is it?” He asks, immediately sensing my hesitation.

“Can I?” I lift my leg a little as if in question, too scared to ask something so intimate out loud.

He slides a chilly hand down my leg to grasp the back of my knee to hike over his thigh, leaving goosebumps in his wake and not just because he’s cold from the lack of sustenance in his system.

I sigh as I settle in, body finally able to relax for the first time in a very long time. I feel myself drift off as he rubs my back and whispers, “Sweet dreams darlin’, I’ll be here when you wake.”

Blissful all-encompassing darkness finally drags me under peacefully for the first time in months.

Jasper

I’m in Y/n’s bed, actually holding her and breathing her in. It’s like a soothing balm spreading over the exposed live wires of my sanity that have been buzzing uncomfortably since the day I ran from her. Gazing down at her sleeping face, I can tell the last few months have taken their toll on her too. Her forehead has more crinkles from stress, the dark circles under her eyes standing out against her delicate skin. Her lips aren’t quite as full as I remember, no doubt related to the volume missing in her cheeks from lack of nourishment. She’s still gorgeous, devastatingly so, but I know her well enough to notice the small changes.

I take a deep breath to let her scent flow in me, to heal the piece I’ve been missing for months, her hand tightens it’s hold on my shirt. I had no idea my absence would have such a prominent effect. I figured she could live without me simply the way she had before me.

As I gaze around her room to take in the disorganization, I hear her breathing pick up. Glancing back down I spot her nose scrunching up and a scrunch in her brow, in addition her heartbeat begins a steady increase. A nightmare, I can sense the fear and loneliness in her emotions.

“Darlin’,” I murmur softly into the soft skin of her temple as I run a hand down her back, “Wake up darlin’, it’s just a dream.”

She snaps awake with a sharp inhale, “Jasper?” Y/n asks, “You’re still here?”

“I’m here, do you want to talk about your dream?” I ask while I hook some loose strands of hair that escaped her bun behind her ear.

“Doesn’t matter now, you’re here.” She replies, her hands roaming my chest like she’s trying to convince herself of her own words.

God I’m so stupid for leaving this girl.

“Let me… Let me go take a shower so I can feel like myself again. You…?” Her question drifts off like she’s afraid to ask me to stay, like it isn’t her right to make demands like that.

“I’ll be here when you get out sweetheart, take as long as you need.” I end my reassurance with a kiss to her forehead, I can’t get enough of touching her again.

“Okay.” She whispers as she peels herself from where her body is intertwined with mine. I’m not used to the intimacy, but I’m more than happy to oblige my girl.

My girl.

That would require me to make her my girl. Require me to talk about my feelings for her, to make up for my horrible actions, for leaving her alone when she needed me.

I watch her shuffle around her room gathering clean clothes to wear for the night as I scoot back on her bed to lean against the headboard, hands folding in my lap content to just observe. The organization of her room only known to her as she picks up and discards articles of clothing that don’t satisfy her.

I lean forward from my resting place against her headboard and reach a hand back to grab the collar of my hoodie to remove it. As I’m yanking it off, my cotton T rides up flashing her a view of my stomach and I know she catches it based on the change of her scent.

A smirk graces my lips as I extend my hoodie towards her, “Here, sweetheart.”

Stunned eyes blink back up to my face as nervous hands grasp my jacket, “Thank you.” Whispered quickly from her lips.

Once she has what she needs, she pauses in the doorway to the hall, turning back to look at me.

“Go, before I’m tempted to undress you myself.” I smirk at the blush that dusts her cheeks, having reached my goal of bringing color back to her beautiful face. Effectively flustered, she rushes down the hall to her bathroom.

Reader

Wiping the condensation from the mirror, I grimace at the reflection. When did I start to permanently look tired? I let out a huff and check the time on my phone, I slept less than an hour in his arms. Not bothering to blow dry my hair, I ditch my dirty clothes in the hamper and walk back to my room.

Jasper’s eyes immediately find mine, “What’s wrong doll?” He asks, definitely having heard me fuss over my reflection in the bathroom.

“I’m just… still tired.” I offer as I turn to hang up the towel I used for my hair on the back of my door.

“C’mere.” He slides back down the bed from his position at the headboard and opens the blankets for me

I climb back into bed and scoot close to him, my forehead inches from his as I gaze into his dark eyes. I half expected him to be a figment of my imagination when I returned from my shower. We don’t say anything to each other, but it’s like he can’t keep his hands to himself and it’s new, but also not at the same time. Don’t get me wrong I absolutely love it and I can’t stop touching him either, but it’s different now-I’ve gone so long without him.

“Jasper?” I whisper into the quiet of my room.

“Yes sweetheart?” He responds, halting the hand drawing circles on my arm.

“What are we doing?” I wonder out loud, unable to continue this limbo with him, my nerves shot to hell.

“Well,” he leans in, one hand moving to cup the back of my head, “I’d like to…” his nose bumps mine and I can’t breathe. He’s going to kiss me, Jasper Hale is going to-

Right when I feel his lips ghost mine, his phone rings, ruining the peaceful moment. With a groan and a clench of his jaw, he turns to grab his phone from my nightstand, Alice’s name flashing on the screen.

“This better be important.” He says by the way of a greeting to his adopted sister, as he’s staring at me with those pitch-black eyes. There’s hunger there and I’m not entirely sure it’s for blood this time, I shiver and he catches the movement immediately.

“Mary Alice-“ he manages to force her full name from a clenched jaw.

“Yes-yes I know, I’m sorry, but it’s Edward.” She proceeds to launch into an explanation as he sits up, concern taking over his features as I overhear Alice explain their situation in Volterre.

Wait-Volterre as in Europe? Are Alice and Bella in Europe? What’s wrong with Edward?

Jasper turns to give me a reassuring half-smile, sensing the turn in my emotions.

Shortly the call with Alice ends and he turns to me fully, “What’s going on?” I question before he can manage an explanation.

“I chose to come home the same time Alice came to check on Isabella, after you two decided to do some… recreational cliff diving at the reservation and Alice couldn’t see the outcome. I decided to come with her because I had to see you with my own eyes, the opportunity to see you again was something I couldn’t pass up anymore.” He began, looking down at his hands nervously. “Edward… He called Bella’s home phone requesting to speak to her father and Jacob answered. Informed him that Charlie was planning a funeral, but didn’t mention that it was for Harry Clearwater. So now… now he’s in Volterre asking for death from The Voltouri.”

“Who are the Voltouri?” I asked, worry creeping in for Edward. “Why would he ask them for such a thing?”

His eyes meet mine, soft even though his hunger shines clear. “Darlin’, he thinks Bella is dead. The Voltouri are the governing body to our vampire race. They’re judge, jury, and executioner rolled into one, full of very powerful beings.”

“Okay, but clearly she’s alive! And on her way to meet him, why would he want to die?” I press him harder, worried for my friends.

“He isn't answering his phone, his mind has been made up, which is why Alice is racing the clock to get to him. Isabella is his singer, honey-“ his hands reach for mine as I interrupt him.

“Singer? What in the world is that?” I demand, my patience thinning at the anxiety of the situation.

“A blood singer is a vampire’s greatest temptation,” he begins, now unable to meet my questioning gaze, looking at our intertwined fingers instead. “They’re blood sings, or in other words, is irresistible perfection for their vampire. In some cases they are the potential mate for the vampire. A singer isn’t like that for all vampires, usually just for the one. A life without them is extremely dull in comparison once you’ve found them.” He concludes.

“Sounds like you’re familiar with the feeling,” I mumble self-consciously. “Have you had a singer?”

The sharp exhale he forces out snaps my eyes to his. “Yes.” He answers truthfully.

“Oh…” My heart sinking, I try to pull my hands from his but he holds tight. “That’s-“

“You, darlin’.” He states matter of factly, one of his fingers lifting my chin, so that he could find my eyes. “You are that for me.”

“I-I’m your singer?” Disbelief and awe seep into my tone.

Jasper’s fingers drift down my neck following the path of my pulse, his dark gaze following their trail. “Yes Y/n, you’re mine.”

I shiver at the pure possession in his voice and the dangerous glint in his eyes. I wonder if he knows how that sounded, like there was no room for negotiation - like it’s more than my blood he wants.

“Honey, you keep those thoughts up and we’re in trouble.” He grinds out, a war raging behind his eyes.

“Jasper…” I trail off as I climb over the remaining space separating us and into his lap, like a magnet drawn to its counterpart.

“Does this mean we’re… Mates?” I ask, not really sure of what that implies.

“Yes,” Jasper takes a moment to seemingly gather his thoughts, “you need to tread very lightly, little one.” His voice a deep vibration in the quiet room, his hands flexing on the comforter of my bed.

“Oh my god, you haven’t eaten and I-“ I stutter out as I rise from my position in his lap. I’m his fucking singer and I’m pushing his limits while he’s hungry!

“Now that you know everything… I need to hunt. I think I’ve tested all the patience and luck I’m going to get today.” He states with his black eyes still locked on mine.

I leaned against my dresser a few feet in front of him and fold my arms over my chest, a little insecure under his intense gaze now that his proximity isn’t overriding my rational thoughts.

“Go, go hunt. But please, come back to me?” I ask him.

He rises from the edge of my bed, slowly closing the gap and resting a hand on my cheek softly. I lean into it, closing my eyes and turning to press a kiss to it before meeting his eyes again. His lips part as if he wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction, “I’m yours now - have always been, but now I know I don’t have the strength to do that again, to abandon you.” He reassures my fears quickly. “It’ll be a few days, to properly prepare myself, but I promise you’re my first stop when I’m back.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Hale.” Feeling better about him leaving now that I have his word. Jasper leans down to place a lingering kiss to my forehead, his cool lips feeling like heaven on my heated skin.

“Be safe while I’m gone, please.” He whispers into my hair, his thumb sweeping my cheek back and forth adoringly. I nod since my throat feels like I’ve swallowed cotton, sad that I’m forced to be without him for a few days after just getting him back.

He steps away from me toward my open window, where the cool spring air drifts in. Glancing back for one last look before making his exit, I catch his eyes scanning every inch of my body.

He’s out of the window in the next fraction of a second, not even a whisper of footsteps in his wake. I wrap myself a little tighter in his hoodie, his intoxicating scent soothing the ache that’s beginning to return, reminding me he’s here.

He’s home, Jasper Hale came home to me.

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[hypermania]

Is it weird if the "Is that what makes you fascinating" scene is the hottest I've ever found Armand? He's usually so contained and careful, and there was such a wild edge to him there, and an emphasis on Assad's height and muscle rather than making him look waify as they usually do, and it was so compelling and weirdly sexy. And horrifying.

oh man. i watched season 2 after all of it had already aired and was fully spoiled on everything that was going to happen so i knew it was coming and it was the thing i was most looking forward to and i still wasn't prepared! nothing could have prepared me. it is *clenches fist* so good.

i'm personally more stuck on the fight between him and louis. there are two moments in particular that his physicality really gets me. the first is when louis is asking (taunting) him if he's going to be the gremlin or the good nurse, and this is armand's response:

i love this because you can see him warring with himself. he doesn't know if he's going to be the gremlin or the good nurse (and hilariously, i would argue he ends up being both: good nurse with louis and gremlin with daniel [and then eventually the good nurse with daniel as well when he's going to kill him].) but there's something about the way armand is holding himself here, like he knows that he's bigger, more powerful, stronger (and in the shots leading up to it, he is inarguably bigger. you can see that he's got height and width on louis as louis is screaming in his face!) but he's still holding himself back, despite everything he's already said to louis and everything he will say. he's still confining himself to a flesh and blood body.

the second is a few moments later:

the reason i love this one is because it's so human. the way he points with the cassette tape and then slams it down on the table is so incredulous lol. and i feel like it's the first moment where he really looks his full size. i don't know how to explain it but there's something very... masculine? i think? maybe? about the way he moves that isn't typically present in his demeanor and it makes him look every inch of his size. and yet!!! he still looks so human.

anyway i bring these moments up because i think they help make your point about the "is that what makes you fascinating?" scene(s). this episode is, i think, the first time we get a real look at who armand actually is. but despite the mask finally slipping in his fight with louis and his size being on full display, there's still something fairly ordinary about him. it's not until his face-to-face interactions with daniel that we see the deranged ancient vampire behind the almost cherubic face. he becomes otherworldly.

and it's very clear that we're supposed to understand that he's the most powerful thing in the room. he is a looming presence that takes up all the air. there are a lot of shots with angles like this where we're looking up at him with daniel:

and a lot of ones like this where ostensibly there are two people of similar size in the frame but he takes all the space up:

but i think the thing that makes the "is that what makes you fascinating?" scenes so horrifying is not his size, but the fact that he's not actually using it. he is larger than both daniel and louis and we're now acutely aware of that. but he doesn't put his hands on daniel at all. in fact, for quite some time he barely even glances at him. armand is terrifying here because he is so physically in control of his body and actions and so desperately out of control of his emotions and you can see it all over his face.

like?? he could snap daniel's neck with barely a thought. he is in the body of a sizeable man and has supernatural strength. but the danger here is the boyish desperation and longing on his face.

anyway this was all a very long-winded way of saying i see you anon and i agree lol

[rafeskai]

Violets for Roses - Rafe Cameron

One-shot inspired by Lana Del Rey's "Violet for Roses"

Ever since I fell out of love with you, I fell back in love with me

And God knows the only mistake that a man can make is tryna make a woman change and trade her violets for roses

Summary: The reader, an aspiring actress, faces a heartbreaking confrontation with Rafe Cameron, who believes her dreams of moving to Los Angeles are unrealistic and wants her to stay in Kildare to build a simpler life with him. Despite her love for him, the reader realizes that sacrificing her ambitions for his vision would mean losing herself.

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x AspiringActress!Reader

Warnings: Angst & just Rafe being really toxic lol.

The fight with Rafe was brewing long before you even knew it. It was in every dismissive scoff when you mentioned auditions, in every time he’d change the subject whenever you’d dream out loud about Los Angeles. It was in every eye roll when you brought up your favorite actresses or directors, the people you’d studied obsessively since high school. And now, it’s spilling over—weeks, maybe even months of resentment unraveling in his bedroom.

“You’re really just gonna throw us away for some… fantasy?” Rafe’s voice is thick with frustration, every syllable weighted. “You’re not some actress, Y/N. You’re just… you. You’re never gonna be one of those people.”

The words sting like a slap. You’ve heard him doubt your dreams before, subtly, gently, but tonight it’s different. Tonight, he doesn’t hold back. “Why do you care so much about this? About some fake Hollywood life?”

You clench your fists, fighting to keep your voice steady. “It’s not fake, Rafe. This is real to me. It’s everything I’ve worked for, everything I want to be.”

“And that means more to you than us?” His question hangs heavy in the air, a trap you can see coming from miles away but can’t avoid. His blue eyes, usually so warm, are cold now, scrutinizing you.

The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. “I don’t want a simple life,” you finally admit, and it feels like exhaling after holding your breath too long. “I don’t want to stay in Kildare and pretend that’s enough for me when it’s not.”

“Why?” he says, his voice low, like he’s afraid of the answer.

“Because I can’t trade my dreams for yours.” The words spill out, your voice cracking under the weight of it all. “I love you, Rafe, but I also love myself. And that means going after this. I’m not going to stay just to keep you happy.”

Rafe’s face softens for a moment, vulnerability breaking through the anger, but it fades quickly, replaced by a steely resolve. “If you leave, don’t expect me to be waiting for you.”

A lump forms in your throat, and you know this is it. If you stay, it’ll be for him, not for you. If you go, it’s a leap into the unknown, one where Rafe might not be in the picture. “Then I guess this is goodbye.”

And with that, you turn and walk away, leaving behind the life he tried to shape for you, the one that never quite fit.

━

Two months later, you’re in Los Angeles, breathing in the open-air scent of Larchmont Village. The warm breeze sweeps across your skin, carrying with it the smell of flowers and freshly brewed coffee. The sun beats down, casting everything in a golden glow, and for the first time, you feel truly free.

It’s a Saturday afternoon, and the girls around you are dressed in sundresses, laughing without a care, exposing bare faces and wide smiles. You smile too, feeling that same joy seep into your bones, like the city itself is welcoming you home. This life, this city—it’s vibrant, messy, electric. It’s everything Kildare wasn’t, everything you were missing.

The Paramount sign sparkles in the distance, a beacon you once only saw in magazines and movie credits, and now, it feels like it’s lighting up just for you. Your heart swells as you look at it, thinking of all the dreams you had, the ones Rafe wanted you to set aside. This city, it doesn’t just allow you to dream; it demands it.

“Ever since I fell out of love with you, I fell back in love with me,” you whisper to yourself, feeling the words settle into your heart. Each syllable is a quiet reminder that loving yourself isn’t selfish; it’s necessary. When you loved Rafe, you’d sacrificed so much of yourself, convincing yourself that his simple dreams were enough. But here, in the warmth of Los Angeles, you’re reclaiming everything you let slip away.

━

You’d never noticed it before, but Rafe’s love had come with conditions. He loved you, yes, but only the parts of you that fit into his life. He was drawn to your fire, but he wanted to tame it, to keep it small and safe so it wouldn’t consume him.

He made you trade your violets for roses, wanted you to choose tradition over the ambition that set your heart ablaze. When you’d talk about acting, he’d say, “That’s great, babe, but don’t you want something real?” As if your dreams weren’t valid, as if they were just fantasies, things to let go of for a white-picket fence, a life that fit his mold. The truck you dreamed of owning, the freedom you craved—he wanted to exchange it for horses and stables, for the steady routine of a life rooted in one place.

And for a while, you let him.

But now, each step you take in L.A. feels like reclaiming a part of yourself. Every coffee shop, every bookstore you stumble into, feels like a universe waiting for you to write your own story. Your days are filled with auditions, with scripts spread across your apartment floor, with nights spent memorizing lines and dreaming of roles you could bring to life.

It’s hard, and you’re not always sure you’ll make it, but it’s your life, and for the first time, it feels entirely yours.

One evening, as you walk down a quiet street, the air still and warm, you think of Rafe. You wonder if he’s missing you, if he’s trying to imagine you in this new world, a world that’s as foreign to him as the one he tried to push you into was to you.

You don’t miss him, though. You miss the girl you were before you let him dim your spark, the girl who once believed she could conquer Hollywood, whose dreams were as boundless as the California sky. And as you walk, the shadows stretch and the quiet settles, you realize that girl is back.

━

One morning, you stand outside a casting agency, the sun warming your face. You close your eyes, inhaling the scent of lilies mixed with the hint of exhaust and coffee from the nearby café. You feel the city’s pulse, its rhythm, and it beats in time with yours.

Rafe had never understood why you’d wanted this life, but that doesn’t matter anymore. The city, with its flashing lights and dusty sidewalks, with its blend of elegance and grit, it understands you. It’s a love that’s pure, that asks for nothing but your own ambition, and it’s a love that feels like freedom.

And so you walk into the building, your heart pounding with nerves and excitement, knowing this is only the beginning.

© 2024 rafeskai | All rights reserved. This fanfiction is a work of fiction inspired by characters from Outer Banks, and no part of it may be reproduced or distributed without permission.

[kyojurismo]

Could I please have some Hawks x F!Reader

Reader and Keigo get into a heated argument, and within that argument they are yelling at each other and they get closer to each other and boom they have heated angry sex 😩

Please and thank you uwu

character : keigo takami / hawks

tags : fem!reader, nsfw, crying, make up sex, biting, fingering, spanking, unprotected sex, half of this is not proofread lol + i take this opportunity to remind that english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry in advance.

notes : i’m deeply sorry it took me so long >_< i was super unsure about this piece & i had problems writing it lsksn, i hope you’ll enjoy it <3

you knew keigo. you knew him pretty well after more than a year of being together. but damn, it stung like the first times.

you gripped the magazine between your hands, staring at the pictures of keigo with multiple girls. they were all smiling and hugging him a bit too closely, practically pushing their breasts close to his face.

but you knew keigo.

“the public opinion is important for a pro-hero, y’know,” that’s what he usually said when you brought up the numerous tabloids and magazines for teenagers. it means nothing to keigo, they’re just young girls taking pictures with a pro hero, he has to be kind and accept because that’s also his work.

“bullshit!” you threw it away and got up from the couch, deciding to go prepare something for lunch.

you were tired, and maybe you were in the wrong too, but not being the one next to him after more than a year of being officials made your heart clench in your chest. it was unfair to see your boyfriend act like that and not being able to hold hands in public without getting “assaulted” by multiple people just because he’s the no. 2 pro hero.

after a couple of hours, as you were sitting on the couch watching a show, keigo came home. he announced he was back but you ignored him, not answering. well, that was surprising.

you would usually come running, leaving whatever you were doing, and hug him before kissing him. he entered the kitchen and noticed you left his dinner on the counter, and it was cold now. maybe you got distracted by something and forgot to put it in the oven. he grabbed the plate and walked to the living room, smiling when he noticed you.

“hey babe,” he said and sat beside you, going in to kiss you. as you used your hand to stop and push him away he frowned, not really expecting it. “the hell?” he held the plate and was about to start eating when you decided to speak.

“the hero magazine came out today, i found it in mailbox this morning,” you said while keeping your eyes glued on the tv screen, even though you weren’t following what was actually going on in the show. “okay??” keigo glanced at you in confusion, trying to understand what was going on and why you looked so upset.

“that’s all you have to say?” you spat, clenching your fists. “babe, i don’t know what you’re talking about. can you explain so i’ll see if i can fix it?” he kept his tone calm as he wasn’t really the type to yell or anything. “you don’t– are you for real?” you suddenly got up, grabbed the magazine from the bin and literally threw it his way, everything under keigo’s confused gaze.

he glanced at the magazine, checking the cover and noticed there was a picture of him in a corner, on the right. endeavor took the whole cover, he was no. 1 after all. “you’re mad because i’m not the poster boy?” he asked in an amused tone, taking another bite of his food. that irritated you even more, so you grabbed it and opened it to the page showing keigo with multiple girls. he caught glimpse of the pages way before you threw it at him once more, staring down at him.

“they’re hawks fans,” he explained nonchalantly, resuming eating. was he gonna ignore the elephant in the room? “keigo,” you stared at him with cold eyes. “jeez, just tell me what’s the matter alright? i’m tired [y/n], i just got home from a mission. go easy on me, yeah?” he sighed while tilting his head against the back of the couch, a bit annoyed by the situation. “go easy on me? you’re away most of the time and when you’re not on missions you have all these young girls jumping at you, trying to kiss you and touch you! have you ever imagined how i feel seeing my lover in such situations and having some shitty magazine spit the pictures at my face?!”

“so that’s your problem. you’re just jealous,” keigo glanced at you before resuming eating. you felt your chest tightening at his words, because well yes, you were a bit jealous but it wasn’t enough to make you act like that. “just jealous… you can’t be serious! you don’t even try pushing them away, keigo! you have a fucking girlfriend waiting for you at home! you’re being a piece of shit because ‘public’s opinion is important for my work’ so you’re authorised to make me feel like i’m nothing! i’m just another piece of furniture into your house, aren’t i?!” tears formed in your eyes as you shouted all that, deeply hurt and deluded by his behaviour.

“you’re being childish, we already talked about it and you said it was fine, that you understood my position. i wonder what changed now,” his reply was emotionless, his eyes glanced at the magazine once again before moving to your face. “you’re so selfish! do you actually know how to love someone who’s not yourself and what it means to do so?!” you nervously wiped away the tears, then you noticed how he seemed unfazed by all that. he was sure you wouldn’t leave, it was just the stress getting the best of you. it wasn’t the first argument, he knew you just needed to let it out.

“i can’t take it anymore, keigo. i’m done,” you spoke in a much calmer tone, but your voice sounded cold and distant now. keigo shivered and checked your face for a sign that you were joking. “hah, what?” he chuckled nervously as you walked towards your bedroom.

keigo got up quickly and followed you, watching how you pulled out a bunch of bags and started gathering your stuff. panic filled his body and he went to grab your wrist to stop you.

“hey, no. wait, okay? stop,” he pleaded now, understanding the seriousness of the situation. “lemme go,” you muttered, not even looking at his face. “don’t leave, we can fix it,” he said, keigo’s eyes were desperately searching yours. “i’m tired of being treated like i’m nothing for you! i don’t wanna live like this!” you pushed him away, a fresh wave of tears made your eyes sting. you tried to grab your clothes when keigo stopped you once more.

“[y/n], it’s not funny. we can solve it, i swear!” his hands cupped your face frantically, his voice seemed on edge. keigo seemed scared about the idea of you leaving him. “you’re being childish,” you mimicked him, words filled with hatred. his heart stopped beating for a second and he gulped down nervously, before trying to make you look at him. “please, babe look at me. okay, listen.”

you rolled your eyes before trying to free yourself from his hold, ignoring him. “i’ll change!” he shouted then, surprising you. you were quick to regain your composure, not wanting to give him any satisfaction. “i swear to you, i’ll act differently. you’ll be the one all over me in the pictures! you’re gonna be the one i’m kissing!” he grabbed your forearm and shook you a little.

you finally decided to look at his face and noticed his teary eyes, the fear clear on his features as he desperately held you there in front of him. you tried to fight against your feelings, your heart longing for him, and convince yourself that leaving him was for the better.

“i’m sorry, i’m deeply sorry,” he added and you groaned, before pushing him away once more. “you only act when things get out of your hands, huh?!” you hit his chest before turning around, you needed to get away from him. “hey!” keigo followed after you and grabbed your hips, before pushing you against the wall, making you gasp. you were surprised by his sudden actions as he leaned closer and started kissing your lips, disorienting you.

the kiss was sudden, keigo’s hands reached your face and cupped your cheeks. a part of you tried to resist, simply because you knew it wasn’t the right way to solve it. but at the same time, the way his lips moved against your own, the taste of this heated kiss, made you feel so euphoric that you found yourself hugging his neck as you finally returned the kiss, gasping.

keigo groaned as his hips met yours, he pulled you towards the bed and the moment your back hit the mattress his body covered yours. his lips moved down to your neck, his teeth sank into your skin and left a couple of bites, before his tongue traced them and made you shiver. you tilted your head back and bit your lips, trying to hold back any sound. keigo grunted and moved lower, pulling the collar of your tshirt further down to expose more of your skin to his skilled mouth.

after some moments he started to undress you, showing how impatient he was. you tried to do the same but he stopped your hands and went back to kiss your lips, distracting you from one of his hands sneaking between your legs to push them further open. his fingers caressed your lips, then moved to your warm hole, gathering some slick before going to rub your clit. “so wet already,” he smirked, his voice cocky.

you moaned right into his mouth, as his fingers made your legs tremble. his fingers moved rapidly, your clit throbbed and you clenched around nothing, more and more juices gushing out.

“kei– w-wait!” you arched your back and found it embarrassing how he was able to get you so close to release in such a short time. “hm? what’s the matter?” he clearly mocked you, slowing down the movements of his fingers just a bit. “are you gonna cum?” he asked before playfully bite your neck, making you whimper.

you shook your head, but it was futile. both of you knew that you were close, you just didn’t want to give him satisfaction.

“okay then,” he murmured and stopped touching you completely, he pulled back and stripped off his clothes. his warm hands grabbed your hips before turning your body over to lie on your stomach. you were about to ask him what he was doing before his hand made contact with your ass, hard. you whined and tried to move further up on the bed to escape him. “where you think you’re going?” he chuckled lowly before pulling you back to him, caressing your other cheek and then spanking you, you gripped the sheets as the skin started to sting.

two of his fingers slipped into you, making you gasp. he thrusted them deep, aiming at a particular spot that made you clench hard around him as you moaned against the pillow. “you thought i didn’t notice?” his voice was deep and laced with desire, as you desperately humped your hips, seeking that sweet release. “c’mon… say it,” he kept moving his fingers while his other hand spanked you once again.

you fought to not give in, you were still mad at him and he was avoiding talking with you about the whole situation. you squeezed you eyes shut, gripping the sheets. you were so close, so damn close.

“please… fuck me,” you whispered into the pillow, pushing your ass up as a way to expose your center to him, clit throbbing and begging to get attention. keigo’s fingers slipped out and gave a couple of flicks to it, just to hear you gasp loudly. he knew your body so well. “can you repeat that?” he leaned over and his mouth was close to your ear, before biting your earlobe playfully. “hm?” his hands caressed your hips gently, a deep contrast to his current behaviour. “please keigo… fuck me! i need you,” you repeated, speaking a bit louder. “that’s my good girl,” he kissed your shoulder.

you two moaned at the unison when he finally slipped inside. one of keigo’s hands found yours and intertwined your fingers together, as the other grabbed your hip. he bottomed out inside you, you felt so full as his fast breaths hit your neck. “you feel so fucking good,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out.

keigo started moving at a quick pace, rubbing against your sweet spot hard with every single thrust. most of the sounds filling the room came from where you two were connected, his grunts and your whimpers accompanying them. you desperately gripped the sheets, feeling that familiar sensation growing in your lower belly. “give it to me, baby. c’mon,” he breathed right into your ear, the warmth of his chest right against your back. you didn’t need to be asked twice, as you reached your peak and gushed around his cock. the way you were clenching around him made him gasp louder, as he hid his flushed face into your neck.

one of his arms wrapped around your middle and held you close, his hips losing rhythm as keigo was simply seeking his own release now. you drooled all over the cushions as his tip bullied your cervix, making you arch your back and cry his name louder and louder. “gonna fill you up so good– ngh, gonna–” keigo rambling stopped as he stilled his hips and emptied inside of you, spurts of cum filling you as you two moaned together.

keigo collapsed on top of you, holding you as close as possible as you cockwarmed him. his lips peppered your neck and shoulders as you two tried to calm down your breathing. “i’m sorry,” he said in a low tone, fingers drawing circles on your skin. “i know it’s been a mess, but i promise i’ll fix this. i’ll make you happy,” you just nodded, not trusting your own voice.

“i promise i will,” he repeated after a while, holding you tightly. you searched his hand and grabbed it, squeezing it a couple of times so that he knew you decided to trust him.

[froggibus]

Fine, Not Fine - Baptiste

Pairing: Baptiste x reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Word Count: 850

Summary: in your worst hour, Baptiste is there to comfort you

CW: panic attacks, allusion to depression, allusion to PTSD, very fluffy and cute after I promise

i am once again writing hurt/comfort lol. baptiste is such a cutie & ive wanted to write him again ever since he came out so here’s something lol <;3 also omfg the OW pride midtown gifs are so cute

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Baptiste glares at the glowing of his laptop screen, the words on the page starting to blur together. He’s been working on this research for hours but he doesn’t feel any closer to getting it done. He sighs, his thoughts wandering back to you. 

You’ve been in bed for hours now but he’s almost certain you haven’t slept a wink. You haven’t been yourself lately, and no matter how many times he prompts you to talk about it, you refuse. He only wishes there was more he could do to help. 

You stare blankly at the tv screen in front of you, fists clenching in the blankets. You squeeze your eyes shut and attempt a deep breath, but the air won’t enter your lungs. You try to take another breath in a panic but it feels like all of the air in the world is gone. 

Your heart races almost as much as your thoughts, and every breath you get less and less air. It’s fine, it’s fine, you’re fine, you try to reassure yourself. But you’re not fine and it’s not fine and it hasn’t been fine in a long time. 

You move your hands from the covers to your hair, tugging hard on the strands. Anything for the pressure you so desperately need right now. 

You don’t even notice the door open or your boyfriend kneeling at your side. 

“Y/n,” his voice is soft, reassuring. The one you’ve heard him use a thousand different times with a thousand different patients. “Y/n, look at me.”

His words are an empty echo in your ears, drowned out by the crippling weight of your own thoughts. You shake your head, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes. You want to tell him you’re okay, but you can’t get the words out, and even if you could, that would be a lie. 

Seeing you like this, he’s vaguely reminded of himself. Of nights much worse than this, with thoughts just as bad as yours. Of the days before he met you when he would curl up and hide and wish he could take back everything he ever did. 

He remembers what he needed then, how he desperately wanted someone to hold him and tell him things would be alright. 

He climbs into the bed with you, pulling you close so that you’re sitting between his legs. Your back rests against his chest, his strong arms holding you tight against him. You’re so close you can feel the rhythmic beating of his heart, feel each warm breath against your neck. 

He squeezes you between his legs and his arms, cocooning you within his whole body. He wishes he could keep you here forever—safe and warm and sheltered within him. He keeps his breathing slow and steady, keeps the pressure on you constant. The logical part of him knows that your body will begin to mimic his breathing and heart rate after a while, but the emotional part just wants you to be better now. 

The smell of his cologne washes over you. His body heat warms you, his touch consumes you. You shut your eyes and rest your head against him, listening to his breathing, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. You don’t even realize how much his touch calms you until you can suddenly breathe again, until your heart stops pounding and your head clears. 

Baptiste squeezes your upper arms, gently rubbing his hands up and down. “How are you feeling?”

“B-better,” your voice is raspy and your mouth is dry. “Thank you.”

“Let me get you a drink.”

You nod slowly, watching as he unfurls himself from around you and makes his way out of the room. You lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling until he comes back. 

He has a cup of tea in one hand, a cloth over his shoulder and a granola bar in the other hand. “I thought you might be hungry,” he admits. 

He places the cup and snack on your nightstand before settling into the bed next to you. He pulls the cloth off of his shoulder and starts to dab the warm fabric across your face. 

You look up at him with those sad, puffy eyes while he wipes away the salty trails left over from your tears. His touch is so gentle, so careful—it’s like he’s done this a million times. 

He pulls the cloth away from your face. “There, all better,” he smiles and kisses your forehead. 

You wrap your fingers around his index, tilting your head at him in admiration. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“For you? Always.” And you can tell from the glow in his eyes and the kind smile on his face that he really means it. 

He grabs the remote off of the bed and turns on your favorite tv show, letting you lay between his legs once more. He gently tugs on your hair, traces circles on your thighs, subconsciously touches you while he watches the tv. 

You let yourself relax into him, knowing that as long as he’s there, things really will be okay.

[hxney-lemcn]

The Guardian Angel — John Ward x angel! reader

summery: As a guardian angel, your top priority is to protect John Ward.

tw: Violence, Everything that happens in the depiction of the first time he exorcises Amy happens in this story :) So spoilers for chapter 3 lol.

a/n: Can you tell I just watched Girl From Nowhere with how I ended up writing Amy's character? I know people are going to want more, but I feel like it'll just end up like my demon! reader fic so...if I do do a part 2 it might veer away from how the game goes.

wc: 1.1k

Master List

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A heavy weight filled my heart as John and Father Allred drove towards their next mission. The exorcism of a teen girl named Amy. 

Who was I? Not anyone important. I was a servant of God, sent to watch over one of his devout followers. A person whose role in life will be important, but also dangerous. That person was a priest named John Ward. 

John was a seemingly normal man. A catholic priest who was kind and truly faithful. A more rare occurrence than you may think. I’ve heard rumors of what was to come. How John’s faith will certainly be tested, and with this being his first exorcism, I’m going to have my worries. Of course I trust God, and what he has planned for us all, but getting to know John, it hurts to know that bad things are looming just around the corner.

This was a common problem I had. A guardian angel needs tough skin, since they are the closest to dealing with people. They need to protect their person, but not become attached. I couldn’t help but laugh at that as I seemed to have grown attached to each person I was tasked to look over. It always ended up in heartbreak, as since they were human, they would die eventually, but sometimes I’d see them in heaven, so it wasn’t all bad. 

I landed behind the two priests as they got out of the car. I stretched out my wings before closing them. I followed them as they entered the house. A foreboding feeling washed over me as I could sense a strong entity lay within. I followed them as they entered the basement, the dreadful feeling growing inside me. I frowned as the young girl was tied to the chair.

“Hello, Amy?” Father Allred called out. “Respice ad me, daemonium.” 

Amy looked up at that, “Hello, priest.” She started laughing as her gaze fell onto me. Which caused Father Allred to hold his crucifix up to her. It was always uncomfortable to be in the presence of a demon. I stood to the side, my duty only to protect John, not exorcize demons. 

“Don’t just stand there, Father Ward,” Father Allred exclaimed. “Get the book and recite the prayer of exorcism!” 

John nodded, quickly opening the bible and reciting the prayer. The demon was certainly taking damage, but her eyes never wavered from my figure. I stared back, hoping it understood what the consequences would be for even being on Earth. Although I’m sure it did, and I’m sure it didn’t care. Which is what made those creatures so deadly to deal with in the first place. 

Suddenly, Amy’s parents entered and I felt tense. This would be the perfect opportunity for the demon to create a distraction.

“Mother! Mother,” The demon cried out in Amy’s voice. 

“Get them out of here,” Father Allred commanded. “It will use the girl to afflict them!”

The demon started laughing as John led the parents away. It’s smile twisting as it noticed my dilemma. Do my job as a guardian angel and follow the person I’m meant to protect, leaving Father Allred alone, or stay and take a risk of my position. I looked down, quickly following after John. I clenched my fists, hoping God heard my prayers and understands my current situation. 

“It’s best that you stay here,” I heard John say as I entered the kitchen shortly after them. 

“That thing down there…” The father trailed off. “That’s not my daughter.”

“...I don’t know what to tell you,” John replied, looking solemn. “I need to go and assist Father Allred. Stay here and pray for Amy.” 

Once again, I followed John back down into the basement. I mentally prepared for the worst, the quiet of the basement unsettling. My heart dropped as my suspicions were confirmed. Father Allred laid arms out, representing an upside down cross from our perspective. Writing in blood on the floor read, ‘Take it, save her’. Father Allred’s crucifix lay a little below him. 

I kept my eye out as John took the situation in. My heart clenched as a frightened expression rested on his face. I wish I could reveal myself, give him some sort of comfort, but that’s against the rules. I watched solemnly as John picked up the cross, holding it tightly.

“Don’t worry, Amy,” John spoke out. “I’m coming.”

I kept close to John as he went back upstairs. The house was eerily quiet.

“Mr. and Mrs. Martin?” John asked. We continued to explore the house, finding Mr. Martin's glasses in front of their bedroom mirror. I watched cautiously as the reflection was not his own, but he didn’t seem to notice. 

“Hello?” John called out. Going upstairs, I felt an ominous energy coming from the attic. I licked my lips nervously. John went to enter, but I held him back. Stopping in his tracks, he looked around in confusion.

“Leave,” I whispered out. To John, it would sound like the wind whispering to him, but at this point I was desperate to stop him from continuing. Looking up the stairs, John’s face hardened into a look of determination and continued forward. I felt my heart skip a beat as I followed.

Amy stood in the center of the room.

“You’re here at last, priest,” She said. 

“Amy, let’s go back to the basement,” John tried to reason. 

“Non possum ire,” She responded. 

“Let’s go,” John continued. “You need to get better.”

“What about Merideth?” Amy asked. “Did she get better? You couldn’t save her, could you?”

“That’s enough…” John responded, her taunts seeming to get to him. 

“She’s here with me, you know,” Amy continued. 

“We’re doing this, here and now,” John said sternly.

“Oh?” She asked. “All by yourself? Go ahead, point your little stick at me.”

“Father Allred?” John called out, my heart breaking at the fact that he was alone…but I was here, and I won’t let that damn demon hurt him any more than it already has. “Mister Martin?”

“Nobody’s coming, priest,” Amy cackled. “And your feathered friend can only help so much.” 

I bristled as she mentioned me. I knew exactly what she was trying to do, but I won’t let her win. I didn’t miss the look of confusion that flashed across John’s face at her last statement, but he raised his cross without hesitation. Amy rushed at John, and I quickly put myself in front of John, taking the attack. 

I didn’t notice that I was now revealed as the demon put their hands around my throat. I fought back, trying to loosen its grip. John continued to hold his crucifix up, hurting the demon enough to make her stutter. I took that chance to flip us over.

I looked up at John, “Run!”

He hesitated, before stepping backwards and running out. Amy just laughed loudly, becoming limp under me. The sound of sirens rang outside, and I knew that this wasn’t going to end well for John.

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lost In The Fire

8 - Kare'tigaanyc

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC Dayanara Vyse

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical medical crap, use of the force but like the Mandalorian way? lol

A/N: Daya's got a big ass secret.

There were tears welling in Daya's eyes. 

She leaned against the wall just outside the refresher, trying to pull her emotions together. Either Din found her extremely repulsive or...

Or he was going to do something very naughty and he didn't want to. She waited a few more moments before taking a deep breath and deciding she would go confront him...in a few minutes.

Meanwhile, Din, behind the cockpit door, was hyperventilating. He hadn't touched a women in Maker knows how long, and here he was, breaking his Creed for the Princess. He nearly took the helmet all the way off. He nearly took her on the floor right then and there. And she was not his to take. He had no claim to her and he was about to forsake everything and go all in anyway. 

Then he realized how bad this looked to Daya. He pretty much just ran away from her. He slammed his fists into the console out of anger at his own stupidity. He had to go apologize and explain himself. In a minute...

♡

That minute turned into an hour before he could finally gather himself and make the very short, very nerve-wracking climb back down to the hold. Look at yourself, Din. You kill people and collect bounties on criminals for a living and this fucking Princess has your head all in a twist. Pull yourself together!

She was sitting atop a gear box, slumped over and her head in her hands. He felt even worse.

"I'm sorry." He said softly and her head shot up, and he could see she'd been crying. He did that. He'd hurt her. He swallowed hard and repeated himself before taking a step toward her. She held a steady glare at the visor, searching for the emotions he was trying to express.

"I'm so sorry. I needed to walk away. I felt like I was going to do something very bad." He explained, stepping closer. She straightened up and her nostrils flared out of anger. She clenched her jaw, then her brows furrowed and she had to look away from him as her gaze finally softened. Din watched her carefully through his visor, realizing in that moment how much you can learn about a person just from their facial expressions. He gently tilted her chin up. "Daya...you're not mine to claim. You're not mine to take like that."

"But what if I want to be yours?" She asked, the gold of her eyes sparkling as she gazed up at him. She could almost see him through the visor, if the lighting was right, and in this instance it was. The more time they spent together, the more time she had to think about him, the more she wanted to be with him fully. She did want to see him without his armor, but she wouldn't dare ask or try to remove any of it out of respect for his Creed. He was an honorable man and she would reciprocate that. She would just imagine and hope for now.

"I don't know how that would work, with you being a Princess and me being a bounty hunter." He said tentatively, his fingers leaving her chin and picking up her braid. 

"Simple." She began but then stopped herself. Was it that simple? Not at all. They hadn't known each other that long. Daya didn't know if what she was feeling was real or if it was just sexual tension between them because they were in such close proximity at all times. Din certainly didn't realize what he was doing sometimes. He didn't realize he was getting her hot and bothered because neither of them would say anything about it. They were a bit awkward together at the moment. There was this undertone of excitement for the unknown as well. There was so much they didn't know about each other. 

"Daya?" She heard his voice through the modulator and she shook her head, snapping out of her thoughts. 

"Oh....maybe it's not so simple." She said her gaze falling from his visor to the center of his chest plate.

♡

It really wasn't. Especially once the kid was back in the picture. After picking him up, as if he'd been in day care, but it was more like Greef and Cara fawning over the little green bean and spoiling him, Daya noticed Din was being extra quiet.

"Something wrong?" She asked, sitting in the seat behind him in the cockpit. He swiveled in his pilot's seat to face her after flipping a few switches. He'd put in coordinates to a small outer rim planet, which Daya recognized as Carlac. Carlac was a snowy, mountainous planet, and Daya wondered why they were headed there. 

Din said nothing, just shook his head. Daya sighed, letting her frustration at their situation come through but didn't say anything. She had stayed on the ship when Din went to grab the kid so she had no knowledge of what he and his accomplices spoke of.

"Why are we going to Carlac?" She asked, and Din swiveled his chair to face her.

"Cara told me there's someone there who might know where there's a Jedi. And apparently they're Mandalorian." He explained, then turned back around the dashboard. As quickly as he'd punched in coordinates, they were dropping out of hyperspace and coming into view of the planet. 

"Great...another place with fucking snow." Din growled under his breath but Daya heard him and smirked at the comment, though he didn't know she was. She gathered he didn't like snow, or maybe he didn't like being cold, but either way she couldn't be surprised after the last place they'd been with snow.

♡

They landed in a pretty remote part of the planet, away from any charted civilization but on their way down they'd noticed a small house far off from their spot. Both Din and Daya exited the ship, leaving the kid to sleep. 

As they continue walking, Daya notices how quiet and still the cold air is. It's nearly dusk and the sun's light is waning, making its descent below the mountain range just in front of their line of sight. For a brief spell of their walk they head through a patch of trees that look freshly snow covered and then come out to a clearing, where they find the house they'd seen from the ship. Din puts a hand out to stop Daya from walking out any further.

"We have to be careful." He said quietly, his hand reaching for her forearm and taking a hold. Daya glanced down at his hand, then to the t of his visor. He tilted his helmet down to meet her gaze and that was when they both heard crunchy footsteps coming toward them. They both glanced around trying to figure out who was coming toward them only to realize the figure was suddenly in front of them. 

The figure was Mandalorian. One that Daya knew well enough to have her suspicions be affirmed. It was Jalazir Kryze, a cousin of Bo-Katan. He was a tall man, not terribly wide, but not too skinny either. His hair was dirty blond and his face was angular, just like Daya remembered him. He had very blue eyes, a deep cerulean that sparkled with the reflection of snow. His armor was of similar color to Bo-Katan's. He carried his helmet under one arm and the other was raised to show he was no threat to them.

"I gather my cousin sent you?" He asked, his voice raspy like he'd just woken up. Din stepped forward to speak but Daya's voice was the one that traveled.

"Something like that. We're looking for a Jedi." She said quickly, placing her hand over Din's closest vambrace. Din tipped the visor down toward Daya then back at the other Mandalorian. This man had his helmet off, and clearly Daya knew him. Din was beginning to see how different his Creed really was. The man introduced himself as Jahla, a nickname given by Daya's father  and they followed him to the small hut, which had a plume of smoke coming from the top and the smell of freshly cooked meat of some sort filling the air. As they came closer to the hut, a more feminine figure stood in the doorway. She was also clearly Mandalorian. Her armor was a deep purple that had a sheen to it like it had been polished recently. She also wore no helmet. Her hair fell straight, a bright platinum blond, almost white shade that brought out the bright emerald color of her eyes. 

"Princess...this is the least put together I've ever seen you." The woman said, a hint of playfulness in her voice and the smirk that followed. It was true though. When Din glanced down at Daya, her hair was disheveled, the braid falling out, and a few pieces curling and framing her face. Her white cape was stained and burnt from the exhaust from her jet pack. Her armor that she did have on was banged up, scuffed and dirty with the paint peeling in several places. He thought for a moment at how he could allow a Princess to look like that, but then he realized it played into her disguise. 

"Panella, I thought you were still on Krownest with your clan." Daya asked as she stopped at the base of the stairs. She observed as Jahla climbed them, a slight limp in his gait. She wondered what had happened.

"Oh no. I left my clan. After my father tried to sell me to the Saxon's for a marriage pact, I'd decided that was enough. I'll decide who I'll marry." She explained, catching Jahla's gloved hand as he parked next to her. He pulled her in for a quick kiss, then caressed her cheek before allowing his hand to drop back to his side. He pressed it into the space below his ribcage for a second and winced. A look of concern shot across Panella's face before she motioned for Din and Daya to follow them into the hut.

It was warm and comfortable, the lighting low and the sound of the fire crackling was soothing. Daya immediately felt a wave of exhaustion crash over her. Panella showed them to the small table, allowing them to sit, while she went back to stirring the pot that was cooking over the fire. Jahla limped around a corner and then back, groaning as he went. 

"We don't have any more bacta. I'll have to go and get some." Jahla said softly to Panella and she disagreed very quickly saying he couldn't in the state he was in. Panella would have to go and it was clear by Jahla's expression he didn't want her doing that. 

"We have bacta. That could get us the information we need." Din whispered to Daya. She nodded and Din spoke this time.

"How much do you need?" Din asked and both Jahla and Panella shot glances in his direction. They gave each other a questioning look and then Jahla sat at the table across from Din and Daya.

"I've got stitches that I need to take out and then bacta and antibiotics. It's infected at this point but I can't go anywhere to get help. I'm wanted by the ISB and they have little remnants everywhere. Actually, I'm surprised you were hired by the Bounty Guild to come get me. You weren't, were you?" Jahla explained and then he leaned back in the chair, wincing.

"No. We're here for information which I was told you could give me. We've got bacta but no antibiotics." Din said, sighing heavily. Daya knew it was killing him to not be able to help this other Mandalorian because despite how Din seemed on the outside, on the inside he's the biggest softy she's ever met. He would help anyone and everyone if he could. And Daya felt like she was about to betray him and his trust.

"I can fix you. No bacta, no antibiotics." She said softly, then she shot a saddened glance at Din. His helmet tilted quizzically, and Jahla did the same.

"So it is true." Panella said, as she brought four bowls over to the table, placing them in front of each of them and taking a seat herself. "You're kare'tigaanyc ." 

"What do you mean by that?" Din asked. Daya could almost see the confusion through his visor.

"It means to be star-touched. As Mandalorians, we don't believe in the Force as a governing being like the Jedi but some of us can wield the Force and that is a gift from the stars. The stars bestow upon some the ability to heal or to see the future and other powers and abilities. It was believed when the Princess was born to the Vyse clan, as prophesied, she would be kare'tigaanyc, but the Vyse clan fought to keep that a secret." Jahla explained, his voice again sounding dull and raspy. Daya could tell he was getting tired and was weakening fast. 

"And they've done a great job. My brothers were close to figuring it out when they took you." Panella said, taking a long sip of the soup. "Then we heard that a bounty hunter came in, beat them to shit, and rescued Daya and took her into hiding. Guessing that'd be you."

Din straightened up, visor fixating on Daya again. He was still, waiting for her to say something, or someone else because he didn't know what to say. He was now beginning to realize why General Vyse, who had hired him, was paying him so much to protect her. It was probably better than Din hadn't know how important she was. Din also felt that there was a whole history of Mandalorian culture he was missing out on. He had his doubts about his own clan now. Daya placed her hand over his vambrace, an attempt at a comforting gesture, although she wasn't sure that Din needed comfort. She felt like he needed an explanation but that would be a conversation for just the two of them. Daya set her gaze on Jahla again.

"I can remove your stitches and heal that. The sooner the better." She offered and Jahla nodded. They all finished eating, even Din. He just lifted the bottom of the helmet and kept the rest of his face covered, but everyone else was respectful and didn't dare look. Well...Daya might've snuck a little peek out of the corner of her eye. She spied dark beard hairs and tan skin and that was enough for her. 

Panella took their bowls and led them to the bed chamber. She placed some towels down and brought Daya what was left to their gauze pads and a pair of scissors to cut the badly woven sutures. Panella sat on the bed and helped Jahla remove his chest plate, pauldrons, vambraces, flak vest and top flight suit piece. They pulled chairs in for Din and Daya. 

"It's nasty looking." Daya said, lifting the gauze away that he'd taped over it. The area was bruised and the stitches weren't well placed. There was a sheen of sweat on Jahla's skin indicating he had a fever brewing. Daya sighed heavily and blinked several times while examining the wound. "It doesn't smell...yet...the infection hasn't set in too far. I need to clean it, remove these, then I can close it up and you can be rid of this. And then I'll need a place to rest."

"Why?" Panella asked, handing her gloves and a sponge with antiseptic on it. 

"When I use the Force to heal, the negative energy that I pull comes through my body and I send positive or healing energy to the wound area and the other body. I get light-headed, nauseous, and sensitive to touch after healing...because I'm not as practiced as other healers and I can't expel the negative energy as efficiently as them yet, but the Force allows me to rid the energy from my body through a short amount of time. I used to pass out completely trying to heal bruises and tiny cuts. I'll only need a couple hours to rest after this, mostly because of the infection." Daya explained and Din slid his chair closer to her, placing a gloved hand on her back. She shot a glance back at him and could almost see the worry through he t-visor.

"I'll be okay." She said softly to him and he nodded, rubbing small circles on her back. 

Din was impressed. The Princess was efficient and fast, cleaning the wound area, pulling the stitches carefully so as not to have Jahla bleed much more than needed, and she was careful to not make a mess. He'd wondered who trained her. As she pulled the last of the stitches, she cleaned the wound once more, and she noticed Jahla's breathing had quickened. 

"His heart rate is pretty high." Din said, and Daya had nearly forgotten he had all kinds of fancy gauges and gadgets in the thermal display in his helmet. Now she knew he had some sort of heart rate monitor, which was useful. 

"That's pain. It'll be gone in a moment." Daya said, then she cleared her throat, took a deep breath, let it out and placed her hands just above the wound. She closed her eyes and Din, Panella, and Jahla watched as the wound began to close slowly. Jahla winced, gasped, and gritted his teeth. He felt heat, hotter than the fever that was already running rampant throughout his body, then a cooling sensation all over. Then the wound was closed and his temperature was back to normal again. 

Daya's breath caught and she pulled her hands away. She shook her head and turned to face Din, seeing two visors instead of one. She blinked, trying to regain normal vision and as she wobbled, Din reached up to catch her before she passed out in his arms. 

[goldenphalloides]

Rusted Branch (Scrapped) - Miraculous x Epithet Erased

This is what I'll be calling Scrapped stuff, basically anything I ended up never writing or dropping. I'm not putting them all in one post since I wanna spread em out, but any post about Scrapped stuff will be tagged as RustedBranch.

Speaking of which:

One of those ideas was a Miraculous x Epithet Erased au idea that I had tried to write like, almost two years ago. I Scrapped it because I lost interest in the idea and didn't really enjoy writing it, so Ima post the first scene here since it was just collecting dust in my docs.

Be warned, I had a shit understanding of Molly’s character at that time, and she (probably along with Master Fu) is extremely ooc.

So here's your: "Beware Traveler! There's shitty writing beyond this point!" warning here lol

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“It's over, master Fu” A mysterious little girl shouted through the alleyway, pointing at him while he was holding his sides.

“You know...” His words came out shaky, “For a child with such a dumb epithet, you're a really good fighter”

“I wouldn't go judging people by their epithets, they tend to surprise you” The girl said.

This isn't good, not at all.

Whoever was after the other miraculous meant business, they made sure to get him specifically when he was alone with his guard down.

That wasn't the worst of it, no

Clenched in the girls' hand was the butterfly miraculous.

It wasn't exactly the worst situation, she wasn't exactly in the transformation. That would normally be an advantage, he couldn't see her face since she was wearing a mask and a large black coat but this was clearly a child. By all accounts, she shouldn't stand a chance against him.

But her epithet seemingly made him weaker, he could barely do any significant damage to her, it was like his attacks were doing nothing. Not just that, his stamina was rapidly depleting. He knew his age was catching up to him but he shouldn't be this winded after a few minutes of fighting.

If she's this good with her epithet alone, she'll be terrifying if she escapes this alley with the butterfly miraculous.

It's as clear as day that this was planned, from her attacking him on the specific day he needed to cross this alley when he would be alone, to when he was carrying the box, there were too many 'conveniences' pointing to her

“Please...” The girl pleaded, approaching him.“Just give me the other miraculous and no one has to get hurt”

“Never!” He shouts. “I rather die before they fall into the hands of evil”

She stopped advancing. “Evil? I just want one thing...”

“That's what they all say” He barely pushed himself up. “Then they're corrupted by greed and before you know it, you're a shell of your former self”

The girl stared at him, seemingly not saying anything, her mouth agape

Then her fist balled up.

“Greed?!” She shouted. “You're one to talk, you have the power to practically bend reality to your whim, you can practically create a new, perfect world with those things, but no, you decide to hoard them for yourself!”

“Because I know that kind of power corrupts even the best of people, including me!” He yelled out. “Child, that perfect world and life you want isn't possible, there's a price for everything-”

“And I'm willing to pay it” The girl walks closer to him, her resolve taking over.

She isn't listening, she's too blinded by the prospect of her goals to realize what'll happen to everyone if she uses them all. He's gonna have to think of something else.

Hmm

He takes a look at the other miraculous' in the box

He doesn't have enough energy to fight her off, he can use the box to retreat but it'll damage his body badly, not just that, he can't let her get away with the butterfly Miraculous,

But there isn't much choice, either she gets the butterfly miraculous or she gets them all and destroys this universe,

The decision is clear.

But he doesn't even know if his body can handle the travel long enough for him to get back home, will he even make it back before his body gives in?

There's only one way to find out.

He opens the box and presses the emergency switch.

“What are you doing?!” She yells

“What I must!”

She doesn't get a chance to respond before the box glows bright enough to cover the entire alley,

The girl charges him with her hands and reached out for the box, but before she can touch it, the box lets out a huge blast, knocking the girl far back through the alley.

He shoots off to the sky in a massive beam of light and sped off too fast for anyone to keep up with without a teleporting epithet...

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Molly watched as Fu blasted off, the orb of light was too fast for anyone to keep up with

he's gone...

She slumped down on the cold ground as an overwhelming feeling of defeat overtook her.

She failed, This was her only chance to save mom, to make everything right, to fix their family...

And she squandered it.

No, it's not over

She opens her palm and takes a look at the butterfly Miraculous.

This isn't the worst-case scenario, it's not over.

She can work with this, once she finds out how this power works, she'll track him and get that box from him, she just needs-

*Ring *Ring

That must be her phone

She looks to see who's calling

dad...

Of all the people...

She answers the call

“Hel-”

“Molly!” She doesn't even get a full word in. “Where are you?”

“I was on my way back from school”

“Are you serious? It's taking you this long to get back!?”

“Yea, you didn't pick me up-”

“It's almost store hours for Pete's sake!”

The mention of that stops her in her tracks. She didn't know she was out for that long...

“Look,” He continues on. “if you don't get back in 30 minutes, you're grounded!”

“But I can't get back that fast...”

“Jeez...” He ignores her. “Lorelai wouldn't do this to me...”

He hangs up the phone.

It's not like she wasn't used to this, dad rarely cared about anything, she just wished she wasn't on the receiving end of that.

But she felt a bit more optimistic than usual. Sure, Fu got away but he lived in Sweet Jazz city anyway, and she already has a miraculous, once she gets these powers working and finds him, it'll be like kicking an angry customer out!

Everything's gonna be fine

She walks off towards home, her goal set.

[leatherbookmark]

fuck or die/sex pollen, Very Specific This Is Almost Definitely The Writer's Job/Hobby AU, Magical Creachure AU

wow, anon! those are Just the tropes i wanted to talk about! it's almost as if you were me, sending this ask to myself for this exact purpose! amazing. anyway

fuck or die/sex pollen: are technically different things but i will put them together and give them an A because they're the one trope that i actually Have In The Past combed ao3 for. lol. i don't know! i don't know. usually characters losing the control over their autonomy, bodies and so on kinda bug me, and while in a certain state i can accept a/b/o, when i try to think about the Social Circumstances of everyone being aware you're in horny town/about to enter horny town/submissive and breedable/etc for more than five seconds i go insane, but. there's SOMETHING about fuck or die and sex pollen that just *clenches fist* gets me.

i haven't read many fics where the characters forced to fuck are total not even a little sexually attracted to each other*; mostly it's been ships i was interested in, and while obviously for the characters involved it's probably hell, there's often this moment of... idk, assurance that neither part is using the other? the mind-blowing sex we're about to have is 100% medicinal/situational, i am doing this 100% respectfully...!

*hold up. i have. IT WAS NIECEST. i think some guys have captured them and forced them to fuck or else, and it was hoooorrible for them both because they were NOT miserably in forbidden love with each other in this scenario. 🥰🥰🥰

except. EXCEPT. there's also the Angst Potential (which i hope to squeeze as much as in can when i get to it 😬). the "i want him to rail me into next tuesday, but of course he would never...! and yet here he is, forced to rail me into next tuesday to save my life! how horrible! i am staining his pristine body with my filthy, cursed, and horny body...! ah! what horror. what utter bliss". as well as the top version of it, aka the "ah! he would never! but here i am, having to--" etc. but ALSO the, uh, spoiler alert, "i would love to be somewhere else. instead i am railing this person, who is very dear to me in a way i can't yet explain due to reasons etc, into next tuesday. they seem into it. no, it's the curse. but they seem really into it. no, i'm victim-blaming. they would never. not that it's bad. but--"

like. Wa Hoo! nice 👍

Very Specific This Is Almost Definitely The Writer's Job/Hobby AU: fucks like a rabid rhino even in cases where i have no idea what any of those terms mean. i want to get IMMERSED! give me those DETAILS you funky little author! YEAS. A

Magical Creachure AU: AH YOU SEE. depends on everything including the creachure.

like, say, one of them is a mermaid (gender neutral). i just got reminded of a rinharu mermaid fic that i was crazy about back in the times. anyway! there's... the list of things that happen in a mermaid au is pretty predictable, i think? dude finds a mermaid, they either meet on the beach or the mermaid is injured and needs help --> into the bathtub you go; the mermaid learns about human stuff and the human learns about mermaid stuff, insert conflict either down there or up there, sex? and then A SOLUTION, which often is "the mermaid stays on land due to Love". it can be done well! and it can be done not well. it really depends!

paradoxically, i don't really like it when the creature character is too much like an animal and too little like a human. does this make sense? for example, when they eat their human's pet, don't know much about Emotions, talk about Nesting and Mating rather than, idk, finding someone to fuck... that's. that's kind of like an animal that can talk, i feel? not exactly my cup of tea, so to speak. i'd much prefer if there was some other Culture under the sea, with existing traditions and such, but a culture nonetheless. something like "i caught you this big huge fish in broad daylight because i want you to be my mate forever!" vs "oh yeah, well, when we like someone we bring them stuff, mostly good food but cool stuff from the surface is a hit too. you do that too...? ah, figures. shit listen can i bring you a hugeass fish because i don't really have cash money"

When There Are Vampires/Werewolves: i have this sad disease called "i don't really care about vampires/werewolves and i don't think blood sucking is sexy" :(

When One Of Them Can Turn Into Some Animal: yknow what. yeah. yeah that's good stuff (i bet you're all surprised). this is good. there's Human Them, and then there's Animal Them, and they both need different things, and their beloved wants to give it to them. what's cooler than a little guy chilling in the coils of a huge fuckass dragon, who is his loving boyfriend? probably that dragon boyfriend killing some annoying people for him! what's cooler than a guy cuddling a bighuge wolf who's (you guessed it!) their boyfriend who has a bad brain day and just needs to be dog for a bit. what's cooler than lan xichen holding a little bird a-yao in his hands, gently, so gently that not a feather on a-yao's person is ruffled, ready to hide him from the world, ready to kill for this tiny ball of feathers, each smaller than his little fin--hi? no i did not drop any names, you're just imagining things. anyway. S

[kwanisms]

All You Have to Do is Ask - k.jh

summary: your boyfriend ruined dinner

pairing: female reader x yesung

genres/themes: idolverse, established relationship, smut (minors dni), fluff at the end, yesung's real name is Jong-hoon (for those that don't know)

EDIT: I know he changed it (again) to Kang-hoon. I'll change it eventually lol

wc: 1.5k

warnings: explicit language, graphic sex, mentions of alcohol, slight praise kink, some dirty talk, unprotected sex (use protection!), creampie, and I'm including this in the warnings: Yesung is an older idol, so if the idea of having sex with someone near 40 bothers you, don't read this lmao I'm like 9 years younger than him so it doesn't bother me to read or write for older idols

a/n: hi, this is my first SuJu smut so pls be gentle. SUPER JUNIOR IS A 2ND GEN KPOP GROUP AND AS SUCH, THEY ARE THE OLDEST GROUP I'M WRITING FOR. IF THEIR AGES BOTHER YOU, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE LOL I'M ALMOST 30 SO THEY ARENT MUCH OLDER THAN ME AND IF THAT BOTHERS YOU, GET OFF MY BLOG. We don't accept ageism here. this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. gif isnt mine. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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Ruined. That was the only word for it. Dinner was completely ruined and it was all your boyfriend's fault.

He'd gone out immediately after practice to grab a bottle of wine before coming home to your shared apartment. You had told him you were making your favorite pasta for dinner and were excited for him to try it.

What you hadn't expected was him to come home, bottle of wine in hand only to slam the bottle on the counter and jump you the moment his eyes landed on you.

You should have expected it honestly. You knew your black dress was a little short, barely reaching the middle of your thighs and you can only imagine how frustrated he must have been to immediately start attacking your neck in wet kisses, tongue running over your skin as his hands grabbed the material of your dress in his fists before he pulled you from the stove and turned you against the counter to kiss you properly.

It was only a few moments later he had you bent over the same counter, skirt hiked up, panties ripped off and lying in a mangled mess on the hardwood floor. Your boyfriend stood behind you, one hand on your hip, the other holding your dress in a clenched fist as he thrust into you from behind.

You buried your head in your arm, moans tumbling from your lips as you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your sensitive spot. "Fuck," you heard him curse from behind you, voice barely audible of the sound of skin hitting skin filling the kitchen. "Goddamn, baby," he growled.

You glanced over your shoulder, peering back at Yesung, the sight of him losing himself completely sending more heat to your core and your walls clenched around him, spurring him on. You loved when he gave himself over to pleasure entirely.

The way his brow furrowed, the way he bit his bottom lip as he tried to focus on the quality of his thrusts. It was always quality over quantity with him in everything he did. He preferred to do things right rather than how quickly he could do them.

And that extended into sex with you.

Every angled thrust and slow deep roll of his hips made you see stars from beginning to end. He knew your body. He knew every inch of skin, knew how to tease you, how to draw out the most lewd sounds from you, whether it was with his tongue, his fingers, or his cock.

Your head dropped, a slew of moans and causes falling from your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching. Yesung must have felt it in the way your walls convulsed around him as he continued to pound into you, savoring the sight of himself disappearing inside you.

He hadn't planned on fucking you as soon as he got home. The plan was to take a shower while you finished cooking and then join you for a nice home-cooked meal and a glass of wine but when he saw you in that black dress, the short one that barely covered your ass and left your thighs completely exposed, he just couldn't hold back.

Practice had been particularly rough, tensions high amongst him and the other members as they prepared for their comeback. Heechul had been getting on their nerves, making snarky comments from the side whenever someone got the choreography wrong despite him not even dancing with them.

They had ended practice a little earlier than usual because they were all tired, annoyed, and tense. When Yesung had seen your text that you were making him dinner and asked you to pick up a nice bottle of red, he jumped at the chance to finally unwind after the last few days.

He didn't expect that he'd be fucking his frustrations out but you didn't seem to be complaining with how you moaned out his name, his real name, your hands trying to hold onto something to ground yourself against the onslaught of his hips but the smooth surface of the white marble countertops made that entirely impossible, leaving you to the mercy of his grip.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" he growled, voice low and husky. You let out a whimper, shaking your head quickly. "N-no," you stammered, your voice shaky. "I swear I d-didn't."

"Why else would you wear something so short?" he asked, giving you a particularly hard thrust, making you cry out. "If not to tease me, then what? Were you expecting someone else to see?" Yesung grunted, ignoring a bead of sweat that rolled down the side of his face. Though he'd cooled off from practice, here he was sweating all over again.

Though he'd much rather be fucking you than stuck in the practice room with eight other men, all as crabby as he was.

"N-no!" you mewled, letting out a gasp when you felt Yesung's hand grab your hair and tug you back, his other hand moving to cup your chin as he leaned over your back. "Did you expect me to bring home the guys?" he murmured in your ear, sending chills down your spine. "N-no, Jong-hoon, I swear," you squeaked out. You heard him hum in your ear, the hand in your hair moving around to the front of your body, pressing against your stomach, pulling you against him as he continued to thrust into you hard and slow.

"So you'd never wear this for any of them?" he asked, holding back a chuckle when you shook your head. "Never. Only f-for you," you whimpered. "You're such a good girl," he cooed, his voice sweet in contrast with the way his hips moved, driving his cock deeper and deeper into your wet cunt.

"Are you gonna be a good little slut and come for me?" he whispered. You nodded quickly. "I'm gonna cum, Hoonie," you moaned, the nickname making him groan as he let go of your chin and wrapped both arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he hastily chased his high.

It only took a few more hard thrusts before you toppled over the edge, coming with a cry of his name, walls squeezing around his cock as his thrusts turned sloppy. "M'gonna come, baby," he mumbled, lips brushing against your skin.

"Then come for me," you answered, voice still shaky. "Come inside me." Yesung let out a moan, urged by your words as he came, releasing inside you and filling you with his thick load. Every time he came inside you, it was always more than when he came alone or when he finished on your skin.

His hips slowly came to a halt as you both tried to catch your breath. "Shit," he cursed, carefully letting go of you. You let yourself drop against the cool surface of the counter, enjoying the cold marble against your hot, sweaty skin. "I'm so sorry," you heard Yesung say and you looked over your shoulder at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Sorry?" You asked. "Sorry for what?"

Yesung looked over at the frying pan on the stove. "For ruining dinner," he answered, his cock still buried inside you. You shook your head, a light chuckle slipping between your lips. "It's fine, honey," you said, pushing yourself up.

Yesung took a step back, slipping out of you as he grabbed one of the decorative kitchen towels and ran it under the faucet for a moment before bringing it to your soaked core. "I also made a mess," he added as he carefully wiped your skin.

"You always make a mess," you answered as he finished and threw the towel in the sink, pulling his boxers and sweats back up, looking up only when you turned to face him. You didn't know how he managed to look so good all the time, nor how it was fair. His flushed face, skin glistening in the overhead kitchen lights, messy hair and those thin framed, round glasses that you loved on him so much.

You reached forward, grabbing him by the waistband of his sweats and pulled him forward, lips finding his as you pulled his body against yours. You pulled back enough to speak. "We can order in," you said softly, gently nudging his nose with yours. "Whatever you want, baby," he answered, kissing the tip of your nose before a cheeky smile broke out across his face. "And change your dress. I might not be able to resist you again later," he added. You shook your head.

"I'm not changing out of this if it gets me fucked like that again," you replied. Yesung let out a loud laugh at your remark. "Baby, if you want to be fucked like that," he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. 

"All you have to do is ask."

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[runa-falls]

the babysitter

summary: when it comes to the stoic man looking after you, you realize you'll have to make the first move.

pairing: sierra six x reader 

rating: EXPLICIT (18+ only)

warnings: soft smut :3 (non-penetrative), fluff, dry humping/grinding, touch-starved!six, inexperienced!reader, attempt at seduction by reader, cumming in pants, overstimulation, virgin!reader (no loss of virginity tho)

word count: 2.7k

A/N: i can't read anymore bc i spent the last few hours writing. i'll read over and edit it tmrw lol

comments/reblogs keep me going!

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You're out of bed again, roaming the dark halls of your house with your hands stretched out in front of you, just in case you run into a wall or cabinet. The soft pads of your feet tap against the wooden floors as you blindly make your way to the kitchen.

The whole house is asleep and everything is quiet.

You gently palm the cool walls until you feel the familiar shape of the light switch and slowly feel for the right button–the second one from the left. You flip on a single dimmed light at the corner of the room with the intention of remaining inconspicuous. 

You quickly begin your endeavor, quietly climbing onto the marble counter to reach the jar that’s strategically hidden at the top of the fridge. Clearly, it wasn’t hidden well enough because you’ve been fully aware of its position for a while now.

You struggle to hoist yourself up, arms shaking as you attempt to swing a leg over with as much finesse as you can muster.

Six watches silently from the corner of the room, sitting in an armchair fully shrouded in darkness. 

Before your sudden presence, Six has been alternating between his usual positions: monitoring the backyard, the garage entrance, and the front and side entrances. It’s monotonous work, but necessary with the price on your father’s head. 

After the last few hours of complete stillness, he thought everyone in the house was already asleep. But then he heard your soft footsteps. 

At first, he watched you with curiosity, amused by how much effort it took for you to pull yourself onto the counter. Through the few weeks he’s worked for you, he has noticed your naturally clumsy disposition, so he’s not surprised by your display of instability.

He stands as you precariously balance against the cabinets, firmly holding onto one of the handles to keep you upright. You nearly topple over as the door swings open with a swift tug, but luckily your other hand catches on a sturdy surface. With a relieved sigh, you refocus your attention on your main objective. 

Using more precaution, you slowly shuffle over to the fridge, eyeing the jar of baked cookies. 

Six is nearly under your oblivious figure by the time you open the container, grabbing a fist full of chocolate chip cookies, unconcerned with the way your hand becomes smeared in the melted mess. 

You hum happily to yourself as you take a small nibble of your treat, licking your lips as it crumbles around your mouth.

Six watches as you place the jar back with one hand as the other grips a stack of cookies. You shift back a little, wobbling as you nearly miss the edge of the counter.

“Careful.” He sees you physically jump at the sound of his low voice. Crumbs rain down from your hand as you involuntarily clench your fist around the cookies, effectively spilling all over the front of his work suit. 

Your eyes are wide as you look down at him. “You scared the living shit out of me!” You whisper-shout, face flushed as you regard the man standing below you with his arms out, ready to catch you if you fall. “H-how long have you been here?”

He ignores your question and looks up at you with poorly held-back amusement. “You know Anne put those up there for a reason.” He eyes the cookie jar, now a fourth of the way empty from your generous serving. 

You shrug with innocence, “I just wanted a little snack.” His eyes sweep toward your cookie handful that continues to crumble apart between the two of you. You grumble at the judgment, “Ok, a medium snack.” 

Six softly shakes his head, “Sure, sweetheart.” 

For the short time you’ve known Six, it’s been apparent how emotionally detached he is. He could profess his undying love for you with a bouquet of roses and you still wouldn’t believe him. It feels like every word he speaks is spoken with the same shallowness. But you're drawn to that, seeing it more as a challenge, if anything.

He offers his arms below you, motioning for you to hop down for him into them. “C’mon. I got you.” His voice is calm as he waves you over to him. You hesitantly crouch down until you feel his hands secure around your waist, then jump into his arms with little effort on his end. “Let’s wash this off of you, yeah?” 

You feel the rough texture of cookie crumbs dig into your palms, purely sticking to your skin with melted chocolate. “Yeah, ok.” You reluctantly step away from the warmth of his body to rinse off the remnants of your “snack.” 

You barely register Six exiting the kitchen to return to his original spot in the living room, disappearing back into the darkness. He opens up his laptop to scan over the security camera footage while you wash your hands, making sure he didn’t miss anything from the handful of minutes he was distracted. 

With clean and dry hands, you loiter in the center of the kitchen, having little intention of returning to your room.

When you turn off the water, Six briefly glances up from his computer, sighing as he sees you still standing there. “Go back to bed.” He orders, barely letting his eyes dwindle on your figure before returning to his work. 

You stand there for a few silent minutes, fiddling with your hands as you watch him try to ignore you. You want to stay here, in this room, in his company. Even if it’s spent in complete silence.

When he finally looks back up, you notice a faint trace of impatience in his eyes. “What?” You shrug plainly, too shy to voice your thoughts at the moment.

How can you express what you want, when you don’t even know what it is?  

Another beat passes between you. “...Do you need me to tuck you in or something?” Your brain pauses at his teasing words, so bluntly spoken from unaffected lips.

Your movements stutter as you consider his words. You slowly answer with a shy nod, eagerly waiting to see if he’ll actually go through with it.

He mirrors you with a single bob of his head, “Let’s go then.”

You walk with disbelief in your eyes as he allows you to guide him to your room. You hear his heavy steps trail after yours and your heart feels is beating out of your chest.

You stop in front of your messily made bed, frozen in spot with your back to him. You’re afraid that if you look back, he won’t be there anymore.

“Get in.”  His deep voice is hushed and far away. You quickly crawl into bed and cover your body with your duvet before looking at Six who has barely stepped foot in your room. 

You exaggerate a frown, suddenly bold from the distance between you. “You said you’d tuck me in!” He simply stares back at you, deciding whether he was actually going to do this. “C’mon, please?”

He gives in with a sigh, slowly walking closer to the bed with measured caution. As mechanically as possible, he tucks your covers under you, then swiftly turns to walk out.

“Six?” He hums in a soft tone, eyes looking anywhere but you. Clearly, he’s ready to return to his work. Your voice is suddenly small and wavering in shyness. “Come back?”

“Go to sleep.” The door shuts before you can say anything else. 

You listen to his footsteps soften as he walks, leaving you with only yourself and your thoughts. Never in your life has your bed felt so uncomfortable. Too warm, yet too cold.

Like something is missing. 

You spend the next few minutes tumbling around on your mattress, frustrated as you try to find the perfect position to lull you back to sleep. But it’s impossible. Your mind races with thoughts, one’s only sparked by the man in the other room. 

You need a reprieve and you know exactly where to find one. You just have to be convincing.  

You swiftly push off your fluffy blankets and get out of bed.

It’s now or never. 

You tiptoe toward your wardrobe and shuffle through a drawer with one thing in mind. You know you found it when your fingers brush against the silky fabric and intricate lace detailing. You pull out the nightgown you bought on a whim on your 18th birthday and smoothly change into it. The richness of the silk feels amazing over your body as you pull it on.

You let your hand drift from your hip to your thigh, imagining it was his hand instead of yours. When you close your eyes, you can feel the warmth of his body press against yours as he navigates your body with gentle touches. You can already feel your center tingle with warmth, begging for any type of relief you can offer. 

Your fingers lightly tug at the end of the dress, revealing the edge of your plain underwear. Looking down, you realize that it takes away from the sexy vibe you’re trying to show.

You pull them off without another thought, figuring it’s better to go without them than embarrassing yourself when things start to heat up.

When you approach the living room, he’s sitting in the same armchair with his computer set up on the coffee table in front of him. You can see the profile of his face glow from the screen, oblivious to your presence.

Or so you thought. 

“Didn’t I just put you-” He looks up from his surveillance computer and nearly chokes on his words. This is the first reaction you’ve gotten from him since he’s worked for you. “What's going on…” He looks at you dubiously like he’d run if you came any closer.

“I’m bored.” 

“You’re supposed to be asleep.”

You pad over to him, “I think we should talk.” You speak slowly, hoping to entice him with your word.

“Oh yeah?” He lifts an eyebrow, “What about?” 

You continue to walk closer, forcing him to lean his head back to maintain appropriate eye contact with you. “I’m really bored.” 

“Yeah, you said that alr-” You boldly climb onto his lap with little pretense, interrupting his words with pure shock. The warmth of his firm chest against yours is almost enough to send you over the edge. You place your arms around his neck to help yourself balance as you settle down on the tops of his thighs.

Your nightgown neatly bunches over your legs as your bare cunt perfectly presses against his covered erection. “Woah, wait…” It’s empowering to feel his hardness against you, already throbbing for you through the thin fabric of his suit pants.

You experimentally start to move against him, rolling your hips until you find the right angle to deliciously push your sensitive clit. You let out a broken moan as you hit a special spot and your movements quicken. Six can only watch with half-lidded eyes as you unabashedly grind against him, lost in your own pleasure. You whimper as his cock reacts under you, pushing harder against you.

Needing to see him under you, you open your misty eyes, “T-this feels really good.” You merely breathe out the words, too overwhelmed by every new sensation. His fingers grip your soft thighs before drifting up under your nightgown to secure his hold around your waist.

“Have you,” He can’t help but stare down at the point of your connection, the thin silk of your nightgown swishing with every move. “--never done this before?” You shake your head as your eyes squeeze closed in focus. 

“N-no, never.” Your hips move eagerly as you chase the growing warmth forming in your stomach. You can feel the way your slick spreads over your thighs and through his pants. 

You gasp as a hand slides up to the back of your neck, only gripping you enough to push you closer. “Come’ere” He rasps, words whispered gently against your mouth. You lean in, lips meeting in the middle for a soft kiss.

His beard scratches against your face as he drinks in the sweet taste of your lips. “I want you to come on my lap, sweetheart.” You nod with little effort, almost melting from the roughness of his voice as he utters the pet name.

Your arms pull him in closer and you rest your forehead on his, loving how soft his blue eyes look as they bore into yours. He lifts his hips as you grind down against him, letting you feel every inch of him as you start to reach the edge.

You imagine him stretching you out on his cock and fucking deep inside of you until you cum around him. You’ve dreamed about him filling you up, painting your inner walls with his warmth. You muffle your reactions by nuzzling against the crook of his neck, breathing heavily against his warm skin. 

With another push of his hips, you feel your muscles tense with ecstasy. Warmth blooms through your body and drains every ounce of energy inside of you. Six watches as you nearly collapse on top of him, body still quaking from the intense orgasm. You breathe deeply as you start to come down from your high, enjoying the presence of his body against yours. 

You only get a few seconds of satisfaction before your body is thrown back into fiery pleasure. You choke on a moan as Six starts to manually shift you on top of him, shamelessly using your body to get off.

Your clit throbs with oversensitivity as he ruts against you, and you can already feel another orgasm growing within. Your thighs tremble around him as he holds you close, rolling against you with a sense of urgency. 

It’s like he’s memorized your body with the way he’s moving with you, hitting every soft spot perfectly with measured thrusts. As another breathy whimper meets his ears, his hips start to stutter and he’s pushed over the edge. You clutch onto him as you simultaneously reach your end as well.

You’re barely able to languidly ride it off with lazy pushes of your hips because you’re so exhausted. You can feel his cock pulse under you as he spills into his pants, effectively ruining the trousers from the inside out. 

—-

Six admires your relaxed face as you sleep soundly on his chest. He’s calmed by the soft steady breaths that brush against his skin. You look so pretty with your plump lips and silky nightgown, so vulnerable and sweet. 

You feel so good against him that he almost doesn’t want to move from this spot. But he knows that unless he wants to get ratted out by Anne in the morning, he has to take you back to your room. 

As gently as possible, he stands up with you scooped in his arms, making sure to smooth his movements to keep you from waking up. He easily holds you against him as he silently walks through the kitchen and down the hall to your room. 

You shift slightly as he softly places you on your bed and your arms push out to grip him closer. Even unconscious, you crave his touch.

He reluctantly pushes your hands away before tucking you in, satisfied when he sees you nuzzle into your pillow. He gives you one last glance before heading to your door.

After leaving your room, Six makes a beeline to the bathroom, body finally succumbing to the uncomfortable feeling of his trousers sticking against him.

He can’t believe he came in his pants like a teenage boy. He can barely control himself around you, and now that he’s had a taste, there’s no turning back. 

[tooweirdforyou]

OP Boys As The Seven Deadly Sins

A/N : just something to tide over while I work on more tokyo rev stuff!

Summary : the boys as the deadliest seven sins.

Warning : LUFFY’s IS NSFW (( overstimulation )) Zoro’s is suggestive andd Kid’s is maybe yandere/stalkerish?

notes : I know nothing about the seven deadly sins, this is inspired from an ep of supernatural lol. This is sooo bad, I just wanted to post one piece :’)

Portgas D. Ace » Sin of Wrath

he’s calm, easy-going and full of warm and hearty laughter, but one wrong move, and he’s quick to snap, a fire lighting in those burning, raging eyes if you dare provoke him and let out his wrath.

“What was that?..”

Slowly, fire began to emanate from his clenched fists, his teeth gritting as he tilts his head, cracking his neck slightly.

The navy before him shuddered, shaking from the anxiety and regret quickly building in him as his lip quivers. “N-Nothing!”

“Repeat. What. You. Said. About. My. Family.”

With a loud gulp, the navy nervously obeyed, not needing to be told twice. He could be buried six feet under from those, ironically, cold, intense eyes.

“I-I said that they should burn in hell?—“ he said it questioningly, and after hearing it a second time, Ace chuckles.

“Right.. right.. of course.” Ace’s slanted eyes turn sharp as they glare right at him, his body towering over the cowered one below him. “Well,”

The fire lighting up brighter in his hands, he raises his fist after cracking his knuckles.

“Why don’t I literally burn you to hell?”

Chief of Staff Sabo » Sin of Envy

knowing that there’s a whole world out there that still needs to be explored while he’s stuck indoors as a Royal, really pushes his envious buttons. He knows he can’t always have happiness or everything he might want and honestly, he’s okay with that. Because if someone else is happy in his place, he’s fine too.

“Byeee, Saboooo!!” Luffy’s cheery voice yells as he runs off, turning to call you out in the process. “[Name], come on!! We don’t have all day, y’know!”

You chuckle softly at your energetic boyfriend and turn back to your best friend who introduced the two of you. “Sorry, Sabo. We’ll spend the day together next time, alright?”

Sabo merely waves you off with an assuring grin, motioning you to head off. “Don’t worry about me, [Nickname]. We’ll always make time for each other someday. Just have fun.”

You frown slightly, feeling a bit guilty. “But you bought these tickets for just the two of us right? You and me? You didn’t have to give them away for me and Luffy.”

The blonde could only chuckle as he gently places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you towards the entrance. “It’s fine, just have fun. I forgot I had an errand to run anyways.”

Hesitantly, you nod and wave at him with a soft smile. “I’ll make it up to you.” And while running off, you turn back and smile wider.

“We’ll meet you here later, okay? See you soon, Sabo!”

Sabo just waves at the end of the entrance, plastering a sweet smile before it slowly fades.

Jealousy was a sin, Sabo knew that, but he couldn’t help the ache in his heart, seeing his lifelong crush, beaming brightly in the arms of his smiling little brother.

‘Make it up to me?.. I’m sure you will..’

Monkey D. Luffy » Sin of Gluttony

it’s quite the guilt to feed on what your body desires, and while most would think of food, sometimes it isn’t the case. Even an uncontrollable desire for adventures can be quite problematic and addicting.

“Luffy!— a-ah, lu, I can’t—“

The straw hat boy places a tender kiss to your ankle as he holds it over his shoulder and thrusts his hips into you more. “But, [Name], this is only our nth round! I’m sure you can cum for me one more time, can’t you?”

The cries of pleasure that escape you weakens as you could feel the tight knot within you. “‘m full, Lu.. too full-“

Luffy offers a soft smile as he rubs your thigh before pulling out slowly and forcing your legs spread further, kneels down to your pussy.

“Okay, but let me just have dessert real quick, okay? Then we can stop for tonight.”

The insatiable desire for more of you is impossible to resist but Luffy’s forcing himself to hold back for your sake, so the least you can do is cum one last time, right?

After all, you’re not filling his desires all the way.

But when Luffy tongue meets your sweet hole and is slurping up the slick and juices from the previous times you’ve cum, and the way his fingers dig into you, rubbing at your inner walls, and he could feel you reaching your orgasm once again while your voice screams out his name in overstimulated bliss,

Just maybe, he’ll be satisfied with what you’ve given him for tonight. He owes it to you after going at this for over three hours now, so you’re lucky.

Roronoa Zoro » Sin of Pride

although he isn’t much of an egotist or anything like that, he holds wisdom and confidence in himself, and holding his head high, he’s not one to quit either. He’ll achieve his goals.

“Will you just admit you’re wrong?”

Zoro could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he shifts from underneath you, straddling him and pinning him to the ground.

The two of you had been arguing over a minor thing but no matter how many times you argued to prove him right, Zoro wasn’t having it.

“You’re asking like I’m wrong, which I’m not.” Zoro scoffs as he lays his head flat on the ground. “Would you get off?”

“Tch.” You huff and sit up, about to move before you smirk. “Actually.. this seems like the perfect opportunity to show you how right I am.”

And so, you began to grind against him, much to his unexpected pleasure. “O-Oi, what the hell are you—!”

“Proving to you that I can make you flustered faster than you do to me. Maybe prove that I can make you cum faster too.”

Zoro clicks his tongue, shutting his eyes as he feels your cunt pressed against his growing erection. He wasn’t going to let go of his pride, despite his growing blush, and so,

“Ugh-!” Zoro shoves you up and swiftly pins your wrists down while he hovers above you, smirking as he leans down to your face, his knee locked between your legs.

“Then why don’t I do the same and prove you wrong?”

His knee presses itself against your clothed pussy, rubbing it there slightly before he replaces it with his hand, and he chuckles lowly at a discovery.

“Already wet? We’ve barely started.”

And let’s just say, Zoro proves you wrong that night.

Vinsmoke Sanji » Sin of Lust

how can someone be so forbidden and intoxicating at once? the beautiful, longing wish for a love so deliciously incomprehensible can be dangerous, but he’s there for the ride because the crave is just that sweet.

It was too much. Way too much.

You could just breathe, and Sanji would be on his knees, hopelessly in love with you. It was just that sweet.

He fell too deep and now he can’t get out, but.. maybe he didn’t want to get out.

Sanji loves all women, but you… there’s just something so different, so unique, so special, that has his heart beating a million miles per hour when he even hears your name.

Sighing in content, Sanji could feel his heart melting and his inner self cooing at your adorable expression when you can’t reach for a cup in the cabinet in the kitchen.

You see, he put that there. He wanted to see you struggle, so he can swoop in and be your savior by getting that cup for you.

And it works every time.

God help him, he’s ill. He’s extremely lovesick.

Trafalgar Law » Sin of Sloth

as a non-believer of god and his beliefs that every person deserves good things, him included, he carves his own path and way but he’ll take it relax and slow, taking his time.

Law is a strategy man, always going by routine and planning to ensure the best results, ( although a certain straw hat likes to ruin that ).

And you know, a lot of bad things has happened to him. So much so, that this doctor doesn’t believe in happy endings or positive results. He’s a pessimist, who believes he doesn’t deserve good things.

But when you come around and meet him, just a tiny part of Law has hope. Hope that maybe, something good can happen.

It’s too soon though, and that’s okay. Law will take his time before he rushes thing and ruin his chances because for the first time, Law believes in hope and happiness.

When you smile and laugh at him, when you listen and understand his issues, when you care and comfort him. It makes him happy on the inside.

It’ll take time, but Law is staying for the journey, and hopefully, you will too.

And maybe, one day, he’ll confess his feelings and get the happy ending he secretly longs for.

Eustass Kid » Sin of Greed

is it really selfish to have the desire for even the littlest things that you may not need? maybe, but sometimes the want is so uncontrollable and intoxicating, that you just do whatever you can to get it.

“Are you sure about this, Kid? You’ll—“

“Yea, I’m fuckin’ sure.” Kid cuts him off, grumbling at Killer’s attempt to make him reconsider.

Just something about you, the way you laugh, the feisty yet sweet attitude of yours, the curve of your ass, kid just KNEW he had to have you.

Whatever it takes to have you.

So when Kid finds you wandering a little too close to some other guys, there is nothing that can hold the red-head back as he knocks those guys out of commission, landing them right in the hospital.

Most of the time it’ll be without your knowledge, but the few times that he does it in front of you, he doesn’t care anymore.

He’s closer to you than you might think though, because Kid can’t help the thought of you being with someone other than him. So he just has to make sure there is nobody else but him around.

And if he’s the only one there, maybe you’ll finally see that Kid is always there and will be the only one there and enough for you.

He did this all for you, after all. Won’t you finally get the hint and say you love him?

God, rushed and unedited. Please forgive me and hope you still liked this anyway. :’)