#feels like it's just gone from bad to worse

[daycourtofficial]

Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only one - part four

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel | WC: 3.3k | warnings: general angst, nudity, horniness

Summary: despite the disastrous turn last night took, life continues on. Maybe, just maybe Eris’s treatment of you has Azriel reconsidering things.

Author’s note: happy birthday to me! I’m giving you all angst. Your anguish is the best present I could ask for 🫶🏻 (ps eventually things will be shifting, I promise the angst train has an end in sight)

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The rest of the night had been terrible. After retiring to your room, you bathed quite angrily, splashing water all over the room, uncaring at the mess you made. Even the calming atmosphere of your bathroom did little to improve your mood. You wanted to be more destructive, wanted to throw the bottles of product that lined your bathtub. You added smelling salts and bubbles, lit candles, did everything to calm yourself. In spite of it, adrenaline and jealousy kept pumping through your veins.

It wasn’t just anger and jealousy threatening to tear you apart - the emptiness you felt in your chest made you contemplate sticking your head beneath the water. The once strong mating bond that consumed your every thought was silent, the spot it occupied in your chest feeling like it would collapse in on itself at any moment. Even during your week of avoiding Azriel, some primal part of you still relished in the feeling of him in your chest, at least just knowing he was there.

But now he wasn’t and the bath felt more alone.

Your vexation carried you from the bath to your bed, making it impossible to even read Azriel’s latest journal. You were angry and worried, stuck staring at your ceiling all night, begging for the goddess of sleep to take you under.

She must have taken pity on you at some point, but your sleep still hadn’t been enough. Your eyes were heavy when you woke, head pounding as you went about your day. Most of it was spent with Madja, brewing potions and salves to drop off to patients at the end of the day. The healer had a few appointments with longtime patients, so you spent the afternoon alone finishing drafts and brews. The silence didn’t bother you as much today - your anger long gone, its departure making ample room for the growing hole in your chest.

Overthinking and doubt kept your mind occupied as you went through the motions of bottling and labeling. Would you see Azriel today? His sudden departure last night left your skin burning from his withdrawn touch.

The mating bond was still silent as you worked, a first in the months since the bond had made itself known to you. You passed, a thought overtaking you.

Azriel had seemed startled to know about it, but had he been feeling you inside of his chest since he found out the truth? Or was his chest a tangle of yours and Eris’s emotions? Presently they were likely the same emotions, if Eris’s anger at seeing you was anything to go off of.

You couldn’t drag out the bottling forever, eventually reaching the end with many more thoughts to untangle and work through. A sigh escaped from your lips, but you checked all the vials, ensuring every fae you were supposed to see today had a matching vial. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, trying to center yourself. The deliveries wouldn’t be too difficult, only a moment of interaction with each patient, but the turmoil you felt made the simple task seem monumental.

How were you supposed to chat with these fae and pretend everything was fine when you had a mate out there who was betrothed to another?

The breath helped you feel slightly better, but it was more difficult than you’d like to admit to take that step out into the sun, the brightness nearly blinding after your night of solitude and sadness.

It wasn’t nearly as bad as you expected. You ran all around Velaris, your feet more sore with each delivery, the pain a new thing to fixate on. The bright sun had made the throbbing in your head worse, the bright reflections off of windows making you squint as you walked the streets.

Your lack of sleep did little to help your mood, but you tried to put on a happy front for the fae you saw semi-regularly. Sleeping tonics, tonics to prevent chills or locking joints, even energy boosting tonics rattled about in your pouch as your boots hit the cobbled streets.

At some point the sun had become hidden by clouds, making the journey a little less intense.

The last potion had been dropped off, just in time for a light snow to begin to fall. You huffed out a breath, watching the air in front of your face steam up from the heat. You smiled, thinking of the tales from childhood of dragons fanning out breaths of fire.

Your chest opened up, the subtle feeling that was Azriel crept back inside, nestling deep within you. His presence in your chest was comforting, a gentle reminder that you weren’t alone.

You turned your attention back to the path ahead only to find the shadowsinger himself where you were headed, his large wings tucked in behind himself, a polite smile on his face. Gone was the anger that dropped your hand and coated the silence, replaced now with as much joy as Azriel puts on display when out in public.

Seeing Azriel at the end of the road once more was a welcome surprise. Every day that you worked he waited for you there before flying the two of you back to the House of Wind. At first you had apologized profusely each time he came, worried he found it tedious and would resent you for it. After the routine of it fell into place, you had stopped apologizing.

Once Azriel had been away, unable to collect you, he sent Cassian in his stead. His brother was not nearly as gentle as he was during the flight, your face more green once you landed at the House.

The next day Azriel had been waiting for you, a box of pastries in apology. The taste of powdered sugar filled your mouth as you remembered him flying you to a park, sharing with him the sugary sweets.

When you had left for work this morning, you thought he would have forgotten to do it, hiding himself away once more. Maybe the Mother made you two mates because she found the two most avoidant fae and thought it would be funny to stick them together, her favorite form of entertainment watching the two of you find one reason or another to avoid each other.

Once you got close enough, you smiled up at him, a weight of worry about him sliding from your shoulders into the thin patch of snow.

“Hi Az.”

He smiled in return, not a trace of the previous day on him. It felt almost like a dream the way he had pushed you aside so quickly.

“How was your day?”

“My feet hurt. I’ve been every which way in Velaris today dropping off restocks.” You don’t mention the previous day, your lost sleep, your being locked out of your bond, or your resolution to beat Eris for Azriel’s affections. You stuck to a safe topic. “I think my boots lost their conformity to my feet in the week I took off.”

He chuckled, wings shaking slightly. The smile made him so beautiful against the snowy backdrop, his black wings and dark skin against the glistening snow making him more radiant. His shadows trailed lazily in the cracks of the cobblestone around you, several of them lingering in your shadow. One bold shadow lingered behind you, swirling where the shadow of your lips laid.

“May I escort you back to the house? Unless there was something else you needed in town.”

You paused, pretending to mull over his question. Had something happened since you saw him almost twenty four hours ago? Had he discovered how terrible Eris truly was by now? You pursed your lips, trying to stop the smile on your face at the thought. A small part of you hoped that wasn’t the case - you were prepared to go to the ends of the earth to compete with Eris Vanserra, ready to prove your worth as a mate to Azriel. Gloating to the redhead was the ultimate goal.

A forfeit from the Autumn heir seemed almost in poor spirit.

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

Stepping forward, his shadows began curling around you, pulling you to their master. You strained your ears, certain you could almost hear a tiny voice cooing mine, mine, mine. Azriel’s warm hand pressed against your back as he lifted you with ease, pressing you tighter to his chest than normal. You were still upset, toeing that line of wanting to mention it. You looked up to find him already looking at you, his eyes shining with adoration, knocking any ill feelings from you.

“Ready?” His smooth voice was quiet, just for you. Just like he should be.

You nodded, your nose rubbing against his neck for warmth. The mating bond pulled at your chest, urging every part of you to touch him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he took off, fresh fallen snow flying once more as he flapped his wings.

You spent the entire flight focused on his face, watching the snow pile in his dark hair. His heat caused some of the snow to melt, water droplets moving down his neck to beneath his leathers. Your hands were ice without your gloves, a forgotten part of your wardrobe in your tired decision making this morning. You huddled your hands closer to him, pressing them where his chest met your body, desperate for warmth to bring life back to them.

“Almost there.” His arm tightened around you, and you felt his hand reaching out, trying and failing to reach your cold hands.

The House of Wind looked resplendent in the snow, something out of a fairytale. His wings glided through the sky, the snow sliding across the membrane. Azriel landed with practiced ease, a gentleness that kept surprising you. Instead of setting you down like he normally did, he moved forward, his steps gentle. You looked around, confused why you were still in his arms as he stepped inside the house.

“Az, what are you doing?”

“Carrying you.” You sighed as his mouth turned up slightly into a smile, clearly proud of himself for his joke. The flight had already made him shed the public persona he adopts, even in the streets of Velaris.

“I can see that, but why?” Your tone held a touch of faux irritation, only causing his smile to widen.

“Your feet hurt.”

Those words stopped all protests on your tongue. He was caring for you. For you. The thought had heat creeping up your cheeks.

Maybe he felt the same way you had about Eris. That things with you could be easy. That Eris was hard to love, hard to keep secret. But you - you were kind, his family would be much happier with your mateship than his with Eris.

He led the two of you right before your door, a shadow creeping up to twist the handle. Flurries of black slithered the floor beneath your bathroom, the sound of running water making its way beneath the door.

Azriel sat you down in a chair. He kneeled before you before he began unlacing your boots. He looked beautiful, the sight of him before you sent heat through your body.

A little moan escaped as he removed your boot, rotating your ankle to help sooth the dull ache. He started working on the other shoe until that one came off as well. He took his time, scarred hands massaging your calves, his fingers moving in soft circles.

His ministrations slowly took the day off your feet, the ache duller with each passing second until he slowly tapered off, his hands lingering for a moment on your calves.

“I think you can do the rest of this.” He gestured to your clothes, and it took everything not to ask what if I want you to do it?

You were quiet instead as he stood up, dusting off his pants. Your eyes moved to his thighs, trailing to find the imprint of his cock stretching his pants. You curled your hand into a fist, trying to keep your own arousal to a minimum.

Patience.

“I’ll be in the library again, if you wish to sit with me after your bath.”

Your hand reached out, wrapping around his wrist. One word floated through your mind.

“Stay. Please.”

Azriel’s cheeks flushed a brilliant shade that made him so endearing in the moonlight.

“I have books you could read or you could bring your work in here.” He was starting to consider it, hesitation clear in his face. “I’d like the company.”

His shadows danced around him as he sat on the bed, waiting patiently. You stared back at him, slightly surprised it actually worked. Getting Azriel to change his mind was a feat worthy of a trophy. He was the most stubborn of his brothers, an insane feat considering your fight with Cassian over raisins months ago that he still brought up on occasion. Pushing yourself out of the chair, you kept your eyes on him.

“You could sit in the bathroom with me.”

His body stiffened, and doubt crept up your throat. Had you gone too far?

“Do you have any books to suggest?”

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading before bounding over to your bookshelf, fingers gliding across spines you had abandoned these past few weeks in favor of Azriel’s journals. You quickly find one you know he’d enjoy - a tale of deceit and lies that see two spies falling in love despite their mistruths.

You thrusted the book into his hands, your fingers meeting his before slowly peeling your hands away and turning to the bathroom. A few shadows curled around your ankles as you went, their cool caresses sending heat through your body.

You tossed your hair on top of your head quickly, leaving your outer clothes in a pile on the floor before sliding into the warm water. The comfort the bath provided began instantly, your muscles relaxing.

A shadow squeezed between the door and floor, its entrance dramatic and impossible to miss. You peered over the bathtub as it approached you, reaching your hand out to pet it.

“He can come in.” The shadow hesitated, staying in your proximity, lavishing in your praise as you kept stroking along it. It felt cool and like a contained breeze. You had touched Azriel’s shadows before and they generally had two states - a more solid form like now, where it feels like you’re touching it, and a more loose form, where your hand would pass right through it.

The shadow stretched out like a cat, black wispiness elongating before it finally moved back beneath the door. A moment passed before Azriel walked through the bathroom, his boots loud on the tile. He passed quickly, finding the wall opposite where you faced, sitting and leaning his back against it. A smile crossed his lips as he met your eye before opening the book, sinking slightly further into the floor.

It felt so domestic to be in the tub while he read. The slight musk of his arousal clung to you, the intoxicating scent driving you wild. It wasn’t inherently sexual to be naked in the bath while he sat a few feet away.

Thoughts raced as you thought of the daily routine this could become - the way his hands would trail down your body, helping you with buttons and laces, your own fingers working to undo the intricacies of his leathers. He could be in the tub with you right now, his strong chest behind you as you two read or gossiped about the day.

There’d be a lull, a domestic quiet that say Azriel’s hands moving beneath the bath water, stroking up your thigh, closer and closer to right where you needed him.

You were sure this present version of Azriel could smell you in the room and you weren’t sure if you were disappointed or not he hadn’t mentioned it. His eyes stayed focused on the book in front of him, flipping pages on occasion.

The water stayed warm, but you were tired of Azriel’s focus never making its way to you. A shadow curled around his ear as you reached out of the tub, your towel just a bit past arm’s reach. Azriel’s hand wrapped around the towel, gently unfolding it and holding it out, waiting for you to step into it. You looked up at him, the red tips of his ears the only hint at the effect this has on him.

He looked away as you stood up, his eyes fixated on the ceiling as the water splashed in the tub.

You reached your hands out, using his arms for balance as you stepped out, guiding his hands to wrap the towel around you.

Azriel finally looked back down, his hazel eyes almost black as they met yours. Your hand met his chest, needing his sturdiness to keep your legs from giving out. The low light of the bathroom cast shadows throughout his face, the darkness an endless part of him.

Scarred hands reached up and held your face with such delicacy you almost melted. The water was still in the tub behind you, no sound to be heard save for the anticipation drumming your heart rate.

His lips were so close to yours, one lone shadow moving between your shared breaths, exacerbating the distance between you two. You prepared yourself - breathing in and out, about to push forward, make the leap, when a sharp inhale stopped you.

“I can’t.” Azriel didn’t move, his eyes pained with turmoil. Somewhere deep in your chest your heart shattered, the pieces falling to your stomach. “I can’t cross that line. Not without Eris.”

“Eris?” You said his name as if it was a deadly plague.

Him?

If Eris was still in the picture, why had Azriel come to find you? Why had he been so kind? Why had he treated you with a tenderness you’ve only experienced from lovers?

“I can’t betray him like this. Not after everything.” His hands gripped your waist tighter, as if by sheer force he could change the circumstances.

“I don’t understand, Az. I’m your mate too.”

“Yes, but I haven’t made any promises to you.”

The shattered pieces of your heart were splintering, the pain radiating through your torso, the string around your heart squeezing so tight it was threatening to kill you.

“So I’m once again punished for not being first in line with the mating bond.”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” You had to look away from him, unable to look at the pleading in his eyes any longer. What he wanted - you to leave, you to stay, for all of this to be different - you didn’t know.

“It’s certainly what I’m hearing. If you can’t be with me because of Eris, why did you seek me out?”

“It wasn’t intentional.”

“When was it not intentional? You brought me home, you made me a bath. You helped me out of my clothes, Azriel! That’s not something I’d let Cassian do!”

The soft growl Azriel let out at his brother’s name gave you pause.

“I didn’t do that out of friendship.”

“Then what was it out of?”

He stared at you, his mouth opening and closing, indecision laying on his tongue. A shadow nudged his back in encouragement, something he didn’t find. He was grasping, searching for something that never came.

Each beat of your heart caused you to sink further and further into despair.

“Well, if you don’t even know why you’re here, maybe you should leave.”

A wing twitched over his shoulder, but no other part of him moved for a whole minute. The silence was almost painful, his shadows floating in the still air until they were disturbed by their master turning his grip loose on you, leaving you alone once more.

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[resident-idiot-simp]

Laura and Wade father daughter relationship but the X-Men POV

Laura was new at the school and had caught a lot of people's attention. She was their late Logan's daughter which alone got her a lot of attention. Then add in how good she was at fighting? Well lots of people had been interested.

She was behind on schooling because of her life and subsequent time in the void. She had made it clear that was the only reason she was there in the first place. She would have gone anywhere else but the mansion was the safest bet for many reasons.

She had control over her powers sure but not so much her instincts. She was to put it nicely.....rabid.

Now most of the time she was fine if not slightly off-putting but other times it was bad. She was far worse then Logan ever was and they had to wonder if this is what Logan was like when he was younger.

She didn't have a handle on her instincts in the way he had and it was night and day comparing the two. Small thing set her off be that quick movement that triggered either growling or a prey drive. The growling and snarling was one thing, but the prey drive was a complete other.

Every time it had been triggered so far she had snapped herself out of it quickly but it still worried the others.

One day however had seemingly changed it all. Deadpool was at the mansion. Now usually you could run him off relatively easily however it was getting harder and harder to do that.

He had been sticking around Laura and thanks to eavesdropping it became clear why. He had (somehow) got himself into a parental role with her. Everyone had been dubious at that to say the least.

It was one of the days Deadpool had been hanging about when Laura had her prey drive activated. The difference was this time she didn't snap out of it. Needless to say they were all spooked because no one was sure what to do.

Surprisingly they didn't need to worry because Deadpool had appeared out of seemingly nowhere, took in the situation and laughed. "Look at the scary kitten." He crooned.

He then got her attention and started slowly backing away with a visible smile under the mask. "That's right Kit hunt me the experienced Wolverine ranger instead." He cooed.

The others watched on in shock as Deadpool slowly brought Laura away from everyone before turning on his heel and sprinting to a door that led outside. Laura gave chase a moment later claws unceiving as the launched herself after him.

The others followed after unable to sate their curiosity. Deadpool was in the back courtyard dodging away from Laura lunging at him. He was quite and seemingly able to predict her attacks all while he laughed.

Eventually she snagged him and managed to grapple him to the ground claws sinking into his chest pinning him to the ground. He just let it happen not putting up much of a fight. Even dramatically pretending to have died all while Laura perched atop of him.

She was panting with exertion while Deadpool just let her be. Eventually she blinked back to herself and retracted her claws. "You feel better?" Deadpool asked and it surprisingly wasn't in a joking or sarcastic tone. No he sounded genuine.

Laura huffed nodding her head before going to flop down onto him but Deadpool stopped her. "Not that I'm opposed but you don't want blood on you clothes." Laura sighed, "Your right." She grumbled getting up and offering out a hand to him.

"I usually am." Deadpool shot back easily grin audible as he took the offered hand and was pulled back up. He cupped Laura's face with a hand as he forced her to make eye contact with him.

"Laura." He said and she shrunk in on herself but Deadpool just continued, "You have got to tell us if you need to let of steam. I know you can't always help it, but you can end up hurting others. Hunting me and your Papá is fine but not everyone can play as hard as us."

Laura sighs, "I know I'm sorry I didn't realize it was getting bad." Deadpool shakes his head slightly before shaking Laura's head with his hand softly like one would do to a dog. "I know and I'm not mad promise, but now you'll have an easier time figuring out when you let off yeah?" He asked.

Laura smiled up at him, "Yeah thanks Pop." She thanks the man softly and he just pulls her into his side avoiding the blood. "Good girl now get going I know you have another class." With that he lets her go and they make their way back inside.

All the others can do with stare because when did Wade Wilson become someone with such capability to be a father? As Deadpool watched her run to make it to her next class he just shook his head fondly.

Scott couldn't help but speak, "You're... good with her." He observed. Wade just tilted his head in acknowledgment, "Sure she's not much different from kids I normally deal with." He answers easily tone...somber.

"What do you mean normally deal with?" Scott asked confused, "The kids who ordered hits I've gotten pretty good at dealing with them. Kids desperate and unsure of what to do." Deadpool answers with a shrug like the mear idea of him doing hits for kids wasn't absurd.

The group's confusion and apprehension must have been evident as he explained without being asked. "Usually not a serious as you're thinking. Abusive homes, stalkers, bullies. Things where they won't get help from any outside source that's worth a shit."

"What do you mean there are plenty of the people they can tell besides... you." The last part was tacked on with slight disgust from Jean. Deadpool turned to face her, "Yes because obviously I was their first choice. I mean why wouldn't anyone else do anything? I know I told other people when I was being beaten as a child and It definitely worked." His tone was obnoxiously upbeat and his sarcasm clear.

The others shifted awkwardly after that statement, "Lord forbid I do objectively good things and help kids out of shit situations." A beat then, "Laura never really had anyone and is worse off then most others combined. I don't completely understand but I get pretty damn close. I didn't become this beautiful for no reason after all."

The others shared glances unsure of what to say if anything. It wasn't necessary however as Deadpool continued like he always did.

"I've always wanted a kid you know?"

Dead silence.

"And what do you know I finally have one. Not made from me sure, but what does that matter? All I care about is not doing wrong by her and giving her the life she deserves."

None of the X-Men were sure how to respond to that.

[jojoboisimagines]

Jojos react to you accidentally punching them in the face while roughhousing

Jojos (1-7) react to accidentally punching them in the face while roughhousing

.::.

Jonathan Joestar

Jonathan, surprisingly, isn't completely made of brick and instantly grips his nose after you strike it rather hard.

Once you apologize over and over, he lets out a strained chuckle, not wanting to worry you even longer despite it still hurting.

"beloved, you sure have a hand on you..."

He laughs, regarding of the ache that made his head spin for a moment.

"Hang tight Jojo, I'm getting some cream!" You quickly dash off.

"wait, darling, its not that bad-" Before he finishes, you had already left to get something to ease the pain

It was gone in a couple of minutes, he was a tough guy..but perhaps play hitting is off the table for a while-

Joseph Joestar

"Owowowow---did you do that on purpose??"

He's quick to accuse. It probably wouldn't be the first time you wanted to hit him for real, but this time was an honest mistake.

"no Jojo, it was just an accident!" you swear up and down, but it takes a bit before he actually believes you.

Eventually he leaves to get an icepack for his nose before Lisa Lisa or someone else sees, which would be infinitely more embarrassing.

"maybe we should just stick to tickling or something.." He mutters in a defeated manner, holding the ice up to soothe the ache.

it was admiteddly a little funny, but for the sake of him not staying mad at you, you'll withhold your laughter for now.

"I want compensation for my beautiful eye!" He holds out his hand, expecting something.

"wh--I said i was sorry! I'll get it later!"

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro lets out a pained hiss, facepalming as he needed a minute.

Concern quickly overcomes you and you pull his hand away to make sure there was no mark or anything broken.

"Lets stop." He's no longer in the mood for play fighting--if anything he thought it was a bad idea in the first place in fear of him hurting you--when it turned out being the other way around.

You feel awful for punching him that hard on accident, especially since you knew he was probably upset or wanted to pretend he isn't hurt.

"I'm sorry, Jotaro.." Putting a comforting hand on his arm, you lean over to look at his face that had been turned from you.

"it was just a punch, i've had worse." He was right on that front, but a punch is a punch.

"alright tough guy, but at least tell me when something hurts.." You put a bag of ice on it, making him wince.

"was it not obvious-" he argues.

That was enough to make you scoff in both humor and disbelief.

Josuke Higashikata

"Oi Timeout timeout!"

Josuke makes the T gesture with his hand and heaves, now hunching over with his hands on his knees.

"..Josuke? You good?" You lean over his crouched form, not realizing how strong the impact on his face was.

"im..i'm good, just give me a minute-" he bluffs, clearly being out of breath. You didn't believe it for a second. He never was that good of a liar, to you at least.

Ignoring his protests, you go and get the first aid kit in his house's closet, coming back with some ointment and a bandaid

"There, now you look like more of a delinquint at least!~" you smile after placing it across his nose.

"True but...lets just not tell anyone this came from you punching me in the face, alright?"

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno has a...delayed reaction for lack of a better term. He certainly stops hitting and stumbles, but it takes him a moment to actually register that what he's feeling in his cheeks is actual pain

To spare your feelings, he'll act like it didn't hurt as much as it did, only rubbing the spot a bit and standing normally again.

"..giorno? You good?" you eventually ask, since he isn't really giving any hints as to why he went silent.

"i'm fine, dearest." Giorno is actually pretty good at playing it off, but you could tell his tone sounded a bit different

He likely isn't going to admit that it hurt, so you have to make the call to stop roughhousing. It wasn't worth it to mess up his pretty face.

You'll just...subtly get him some ice cream as an apology

Jolyne Kujo

"oW! you dick!"

Jolyne punches back twice as hard, which probably wasn't the best thing to do in this situation, but she's been roughhoused enough times in her life-

Now both of you were hurting, holding your heads in pain.

"j-Jolyne, did i hurt you?"

"Yeah! I said ow, didn't I?" She snaps back, rubbing her cheek.

She won't hold it against you for long, but you figure you should buy her a snack or something to 'regain her trust' again

"..need me to kiss it better?" You suggest, both as a tease and honestly.

Jolyne's eyes dart around...well, there was no one around to see, so maybe just this once. "..fine.." She unfolds her arms, scooting towards you.

Johnny Joestar

"Okay Okay I get it!-"

Johnny puts both of his hands up to shield his face from your assualt, and for a moment you think he's joking, before a whole minute goes by with him like that and not saying anything.

"..hey, Johnny, let me see..." Your hand gently coasts over his, slowly pulling it away.

His face was super red. Tears were partially visible at the corners of her eyes.

it was almost humorous, as it usually is when his face reddens, but he was also in pain

"do you need something? I can get a bandage." You suggest, not knowing where you hit to cause that reaction

"i need you to stop hitting me that hard, goddam-"

he was only making it harder not to laugh, but you were truly sorry and will treat him to coffee to make his pout go away

[themultifanshipper]

Oscar lifted the trophy high above his head. He thought about how every decision he’d made in his life had led to this moment: winning his first Formula 1 Grand Prix, in Hungary. 

And yet, the only thought running through his head was, ‘I’ve ruined everything’. 

Warnings: quite angsty although i did tone it down quite a bit, smut

Part 2 of The way to a man's heart

Oscar wasn’t jealous. 

He was a good friend to you. 

He was happy for you and Lando, who had now become a thing, apparently. 

He’d even helped you out that time at the beach, making sure that the group steered clear of you two, because Oscar was a good friend. 

Until he wasn’t. 

Because the truth was, Oscar was jealous. 

He’d pined over you since before the season started, since the beginning of 2023, in fact. 

But you had quickly friendzoned him, and set your sights on Lando instead.  

Which was fine, he was an adult, and he could handle rejection perfectly well. 

Until Miami 2024. Until that day, when he saw the small ‘LN4’ on your hip, and he realised he had actually lost you. 

If he’d had his way, he would have turned you over and fucked you on that damn sun lounger himself. 

The next few weeks were tough for him. Made even worse by Lando, who constantly came to work with hickies poking out of his necklines, and stories about how wonderful his dates with you were. 

Oscar just gritted his teeth, bided his time. ‘It’ll pass, It’ll pass, It’ll pass’ he chanted to himself every time he felt like decking Lando. 

But unfortunately that rate at which that was happening was increasing drastically, and it increased for two reasons. 

Firstly because you an Lando were basically throwing yourselves at each other at every given opportunity, and every wink Lando sent his way before carrying you out of the room sent him reeling at the thought of whatever the two of you were doing next door. 

Secondly, because according to every media outlet, Lando was now the second coming of christ, set to defeat Max Verstappen for the title.  

And both of those things were making him increasingly antsy. And he could tell the team were going to do everything in their power to help Lando, even if that meant throwing him under the bus. 

So he concentrated on his racing, the one thing he could control. And in Austria, the cracks started to show. 

He took some sort of sick satisfaction from knowing that Lando had driven like a dick and had cost himself a win. ‘I would’ve driven better, I would've won’ he thought nastily. 

He fought with Lando over it the day after. He knew he shouldn’t have poked the bear, but Lando’s ego needed a hit, and he needed to release his frustrations on somebody. So they hauled insults at each other, until someone came and forced them into seperate rooms. 

He didn’t even bother putting headphones on to drown out the noise you and Lando were making next door. Those noises drove him, drove him to be better.  

He even managed to convince himself that you were faking the screams, and that if you gave him a chance, he’d show you he was better than Lando at that as well. 

Before Silverstone you approached him, feeling how off he’d been lately with you. 

You’d tried to talk to Lando about it, but he’d shrugged it off and gone partying in god knows which country with god knows which DJ friend of his, leaving you to spend some time with your friend, which you realised you hadn’t found much time to do lately.  

But it only ended in an argument. 

About how you were a bad friend, siding with Lando over him about everything, and Lando was just using you to get to him. 

Even to his ears, none of it made any sense whatsoever, but his brain was half eaten by jealousy and frustration at this point, so he all but kicked you out of his apartment, and you didn’t have any contact with him after that. 

He’d effectively alienated his two best friends on the grid. 

Then you had a crash in Silverstone, a nasty crash at that. Concussion, bruised ribs, the works. 

His heart stopped when he heard the news over the radio, and it stopped again when he saw the replay of the crash once he was back in the paddock. 

He was the first to visit you in the hospital. Lando was busy celebrating his home podium. 

He spent half an hour groveling at the foot of the bed, and whining about how sorry he was. 

But you were just relieved about having your friend back. 

“Oscar, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. But I don’t care about what you said, I just care that you’re here, now.”  

He hugged you, as tightly as he dared with how sore he knew your ribs were, and sat on the bed next to you. 

“So tell me, what’s been going on with you? I've been worried” you asked with a frown. 

He looked down at his hands and sighed, which made him wince slightly. 

“A lot of things, really. Mostly stress I think.” he mumbled. 

“Oh Osc, you know I’m here for you if you need to talk, yeah?” you slid an arm around him and squeezed, and he winced again with a pained moan escaping his lips. 

You stared at him, but he refused to meet your eyes. 

“Oscar?” you asked tentatively “what was that?” 

He looked at you sheepishly as one of his hands came to rub at his side. 

“I uhh... I may or may not have a broken rib?” He attempted a smile but you slapped his arm. 

“Since when??!” 

“Uhm... Austria? I think. Maybe Barcelona...”  

You slapped his arm again, harder. 

“Barcelona?!!” you hissed as he rubbed his arm “Two weeks? And you didn’t think to tell me?”  

He sighed again. “I know, I’m sorry” 

You huffed out a laugh and looked at the ceiling in disbelief. 

“Look at us, huh” you made a vague gesture at him “wallowing in self pity, injured, and one of us doesn’t even have anyone to fuck at the end of all this!” 

His head snapped up to look at you. That was a very weird thing to say, and indeed you looked pale, and a bit dazed. 

“Are you on any medication right now?”  

You looked at him weirdly “Yeah, Morphine, why?” 

He laughed, almost relieved. “Because that was an odd sentence, even coming from you” 

“Yeah well, sorry we can’t all be the jealous third wheel of the friend group” 

Oscar heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?” 

You giggled. “Come on, Osc. It’s obvious. You’ve been mopey ever since Miami. You’re obviously jealous that me and Lando are fucking on the regular and aren’t spending as much time with you. It’s science!”  

He was about to interrupt but you continued, your words slurring together more and more as you went on. The drugs must have been hitting you harder than expected. 

“Besides, I saw how you reacted when I showed you my tattoo. If you want...” you grabbed his shirt and dragged him towards you with surprising strength, he had to put his hands either side of you to not fall on top of you. You glanced quickly at his lips leaning in closer. “If you want, I could get an ‘OP81��� tattoo. Would that make you feel better? Or you could get an LN4 tattoo, I’m sure Lando would go just as feral for you as he did for me...”  

Your breath was hitting his face but he was barely registering it, his wide eyes were fixed on yours as you pulled him in further. But just as his face was almost too close to call it friendship, you pushed him away with a loud gasp of excitement. 

“Oh! We should totally have a threesome!” you squealed.  

Oscar almost jumped out of his skin when the door behind him creaked open suddenly, a nurse coming in to check on you. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but it is ten p.m. and we don’t allow visitors after that time”  

Oscar scrambled to his feet and rushed to the door. “No problem! I was just leaving” he mumbled breathlessly, but just as he wrenched the door open, you called out in a sing-song voice. 

“I know what you are Oscar Jack Piastri! ”  

The following maniacal giggle haunted him for the next week. 

He’d texted Lando to ask how you were doing, avoiding engaging in conversation with you completely.  

Lando replied two things. 

“Ask her yourself, when you find some free time from being a dickhead” and “Also fuck you for not telling me about your broken fucking rib” 

Great, so he wasn’t over the argument in Austria. 

But he couldn’t text you. Every time he thought about you all he could picture was the night in the hospital. Your lidded eyes looking up at him while you babbled sensual nonsense with your lips just inches away, if only he had just leaned in and- 

No.  

He wasn’t in the business of stealing girlfriends, only trophies. 

A few days before you were all supposed to be in Hungary, he finally decided to stop being a pussy and actually messaged you. 

It turned into a facetime call that lasted several hours. 

“Yeah, it’s been really just relaxing and waiting for my body to heal” you said, a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. 

“Me too, although the rib’s hurting like a bitch” he complained, his own coffee lay forgotten on the table. “But thankfully they’ve modified the seat so it shouldn’t be as bad in Hungary” 

“Let’s be hoping so. I don’t think you should be driving at all with a broken rib” 

He laughed “Well, I’ve already done 3 races, what’s two more?” 

You hummed thoughtfully as you took a sip, not particularly happy with that attitude.  

“So Lando’s still not speaking to you, is he?”  

Oscar was confused at the sudden change of subject. “No...why?” 

“And he hasn’t told you why, has he?”  

He sighed. “I’ve been in a bad place recently, and I lashed out at the two of you. He just took it a bit harder is all. But he’ll come around, I’ll deal with him in Hungary.” 

You nodded absentmindedly as you took another sip. That wasn’t the only reason, but if Lando hadn’t told Oscar anything else, you weren’t going to either, so you changed the subject again. 

“By the way, I was thinking. I think it would be funny if when you win your first race, I got a tattoo for you like I did for Lando. You’re my best friend after all and it would mean a lot to me.” 

Oscar wanted that. He wanted it so fucking much. To be yours, for you to be his. A wave of possessiveness surged through him at the thought of his name inked into your skin. But much to his own dissapointment, his brain did the talking for once. 

“ I don’t think that’s a good idea”  

You frowned at him through the screen. “Why not? It’s just a tat-” 

“I just can’t, I’m sorry. It wouldn’t be right” 

The look on your face was breaking his heart, but he knew if you got a tattoo for him he would actually lose his sanity. 

Either that or tell you he loved you, which was not an option for a multitude of reasons. 

“What do you mean it wouldn’t be right. Oscar I’m-” you were visibly getting upset and it killed him to have to say no. 

“I just- I can’t. I have to go, I’m sorry” he apologised, getting choked up himself and hung up the call. 

You stared at the black screen for several seconds in disbelief. He was so abrupt, and yet there was something else behind it. He seemed just as upset about it as you. 

You knew why. Of course you did.  

You’d known since Miami, with the look on Oscar’s face when him and the other drivers came back from their swim to find you and Lando curled up on the sunbed. 

Your heart took a hit then, and it was taking a hit now.  

You couldn't explain it, but the thought of Oscar being left out was taking a toll on you. 

Lando walked in to find you still staring at the screen, while a tear or two ran down your cheeks. 

“Baby, who was that? What’s wrong?”  

You snapped out of your stupor and wiped your eyes furiously. 

“Nothing I- It was just Oscar.” 

Lando froze. “And he made you fucking cry?” 

“No! I just... I miss him so much, and I know it’s stupid but I wish things would go back to the way they were with him” 

He studied you for a moment, a frown etching itself onto his face. 

“You want him” 

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. 

You nodded slowly. 

“You know I do. But I want you too. I love you. I’ll always love you” 

He kneeled down next to you and put an arm around your shoulders. 

“I know that baby, but if you want him, there’s nothing I can say to stop you is there?” 

“That’s not fair Lando!” you whined “You’re saying that like I’m going to cheat on you or something. Obviously I would never fucking do that to you!” 

“Hey” he rubbed a hand up and down your back soothingly “It’s not cheating if I agree to it” 

“But I don’t just want to fuck him Lando. I want all of it. I want both of you equally.” 

“And I’m telling you, I’m okay with that. I need some time to think about where I stand with him. It’s a bit complicated at the moment, but you love him, and he obviously loves you, and as long as you don’t stop loving me, I love you too much to keep you locked up in a cage” 

You smiled at him sadly and leaned in to press your lips to his.  

“You’re such a sap.” you whispered. 

“Says the woman sitting on the floor crying over love like a fucking Jane Austen character” he said and you laughed “Now come on, let’s get some food and get to bed, I’m taking you out tomorrow for a surprise”

 

Oscar was evasive whenever you approached him during the weekend in Hungary. 

You and Lando were worried about him. He was racing with a broken rib for god's sake. 

But he did the impossible. He won.  

He fucking won! 

Team orders aside, it was a wonderful feeling to see him on the top step, sweaty and covered in champagne. 

Oscar thought he'd ruined everything, so he was surprised when you jumped into his arms afterwards and held him tight. 

Lando wasn't quite in the same mood as you were, understandably. 

That night you went straight to Oscar's hotel room. 

Lando still wasn't sure where he stood with Oscar, but he let you go, with an olive branch of sorts. 

You jumped into his arms as soon as he opened the door. 

“Congratulations Oscar!” 

He whined in pain but soldiered through it, almost squeezing the life out of you as he hugged you back. 

“Thank you” he said with a soft smile. 

“Osc, I need to show you something” you whispered conspiratorially before taking his hand and leading him over to sit on the bed. 

You stood in front of him, standing between his legs as you pulled up the hem of your shirt. 

“Jesus” he muttered, hand coming to soothe over the bruising that still adorned your ribs. 

“It can't be as bad as yours” you giggled softly “but that's not what I wanted to show you” 

You pulled down the waistline of your pants, exposing the tattoo Lando had gifted you a few days prior. 

“I got this the other day” you bit your lip, waiting for his reaction as his eyes landed on the small ‘OP81’ that lay next to your hip bone, opposite the tattoo you got in Miami. “I didn't know you were going to win, but I guess it doesn't matter now because you did anyway” 

He stared at it for a couple of seconds before looking up at you with tears in his eyes. 

“You really shouldn’t have” he muttered, voice cracking slightly. 

“Why Osc?” you whispered. 

One of your hands went to cup his cheek and he leaned in to the touch, eyes closing as he took a shaky breath. 

“Because…”  

You stroked his blushing cheek with your thumb. “Say it” 

He looked back up at you, looking like a kicked puppy. 

“Because I'm fucking in love with you”  

You smiled at him, leaning down so that you were eye level with him. 

“I know”  

He frowned. “You know?” 

“I do, Osc.” 

He blinked.

“And… you got it anyway?”  

“I did. Because I love you too, and I want both of my boys with me, at all times” 

His utter look of shock was enough to force laugh out of you.  

You sat down on his lap smoothly, cupping his face with both your hands. 

 “I want you Oscar”  

He stared at you for a moment and you took the opportunity to lean in and kiss him. 

His self control went out the window immediately, and his hand came up to tangle in your hair to pull you closer. 

The kiss got hungrier, pulling at each other until there was no space between your bodies, and eventually you had to separate for air. 

“Wait, what about Lando?” he asked breathlessly. 

“Oscar” you smiled “The tattoo was Lando's idea, once I told him I wanted you” 

His jaw dropped. “Lando knows?” 

“Of course. We share everything.”  

Oscar shivered at the implications of that statement. He certainly wouldn't mind being shared. 

But that thought was quickly replaced when he felt your lips on his once again. 

This felt like a fever dream. You, on top of him kissing him while you held onto each other for dear life. 

Then he had an idea. 

He picked you up suddenly, flipping you onto your back. 

“Fuck- I need to see it again” 

He wasted no time getting your pants off, leaving you in your underwear. Which just happened to be lacey and almost completely see through. 

He groaned as his hands came up to grab your hips, eyes roaming over your figure. Namely his initials inked into your skin. 

He leaned down and placed a kiss over it, eyes glued to yours as he did. 

Your pupils darkened and an evil grin spread across his face.

He then went slightly lower, and kissed the spot just above the hem of your underwear, making your breath hitch. 

He went lower still, kissing his way down until he got to where there was already a wet patch soaking through the material. 

“You going to be good for me?” he rasped, tracing a finger over your clothed cunt, making you shiver. 

“Please, Osc” you whined. 

Something sick and twisted churned in his gut at your pleading, and he smirked up at you. 

“That's what I like to hear” 

He dragged your underwear down your legs, wasting no time devouring you and moaning at the sweet taste of victory.

You fell apart on his tongue, then again on his fingers. 

You were gasping for breath while he unbuckled his belt, pulling his own pants and underwear down in one swift move. 

“You ready?” 

You clawed at him, pulling him closer to gasp into his ear. 

“Fuck me like a winner, baby” 

 He lined himself up and pushed in in one swift thrust, and the two of you moaned in sync. 

It was slow, Oscar building up his pace little by little as he took you apart expertly. 

Your back arched, head thrown back while he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of your neck. 

“I've been dreaming about this for so long” 

“Osc..” you moaned. 

“That's right, say my name, sweetheart” 

“Oscar!” 

He chuckled as he sped his hips up. 

“That's right. Louder baby, let everyone know who's making you feel this good” 

“Oscar- Fuck!”  

He was unraveling at the sound of your cries. 

This was him. All him. No Lando to get in the way of his pleasure.  

Just you and him, and your beautiful body that was all his for the night.  

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, driving into you harder, ignoring the pain in his side. 

You moans were getting louder and your cunt was squeezing around him like a vice. 

“You gonna come for me? Gonna come on my cock like a good girl, hmm?” 

You whined, nodding furiously at his words while you panted into each others mouths. 

“Oscar, I'm gonna…” 

“Go on baby, let go for me” 

Your moans echoed in the room as the two of you came almost simultaneously, rutting into each other, desperately making up for lost time. 

As you lay there together afterwards, hands wandering, exploring each other's skin, you let out a small giggle. 

“What is it?” he asked softly, stroking over the tattoo on your hip. 

“I got the tattoo at the beginning of the week… and then you won your first race” 

You turned around to face him. 

“Maybe I should get more, you might win the championship” 

He chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“More of my name on your body? Count me in” 

You laughed together and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a sweet kiss as you both drifted off to sleep. 

[secret-moonstruck]

TEMPTATION | K. SN

— Pairing: sunoo x fem!reader

— Synopsis: Y/N loved to tease her friends, until the day Sunoo couldn't take her pranks anymore and got his revenge. Making her regret, or not, all the dirty things she did.

— Genre: smut, friends

— Warnings: unprotected sex (don't do it), cussing, teasing, dom!sunoo x sub!reader, praising, degradation, making out, clit play, begging!

It’s just another boring day, the seven friends were spread out in the room, each one sitting on a pile of pillows that were scattered around.

Y/N entered the room and watched for a moment. She had become a very close friend with them for a long time, but there was a problem. Sometimes she was a little too needy. Y/N had a bad habit of teasing them. She had fun doing it, and although it was torturous, they liked it and let her do whatever she wants. However, Y/N's jokes were getting more and more worse. They were reaching their limit, they can't stand her teasing them anymore.

It started subtly with small touches, a closeness beyond normal, but now she was playing with fire, being very dirty with her not so subtle and very intimate touches, she knew that at any moment one of them would not be able to handle it.

When she entered the room she saw Jake lying in a corner fiddling with his phone, she smiled as she chose her next victim. She went to him and lay on his lap, with her head on his abdomen.

At first it seemed normal, nothing special, but suddenly she subtly and absentmindedly began to caress Jake over his pants, causing shivers in the boy, who instantly began to feel horny. He was panicking, she had never gone so far in teasing,

The boys around were distracted, focused on their phones and didn't notice, or so she thought, she didn't notice Sunoo staring at her angrily.

Y/N stayed there for a while masturbating Jake, who was trying to contain his moans. When suddenly Y/N stopped, leaving him stunned, she wasn't going to leave him there like that, was she?

But that's exactly what she did, she stood up smiling at him and walked away leaving the boy there angry and hard.

When Y/N walked away he left angrily towards the bathroom to solve the problem she caused.

The girl, satisfied with her torturous provocations, saw Sunoo staring at her, she smiled innocently going towards him.

Sunoo was furious with what he saw, he hated her habit of teasing him and his friends, but this time she went too far, Y/N had never been so direct and touched them so shamelessly, at least not that he knew of. Except for that day, damn just thinking about that day made him hard. He hoped she had never been so explicit with any of the others. Dying of rage and jealousy, even though she had tortured poor Jake and left him in that deplorable state, he hated seeing her do that to others, he wanted to be the only one to receive her attention.

Y/N stood in front of Sunoo, still smiling she tilted her head to the side analyzing him, he looked so beautiful when angry. She loved his innocent face, but his angry face excited her even more, he was her favorite toy, so sensitive, always the one that showed the most reactions to her touches and the easiest to torture, he was just like her, needy for attention. Y/N remembered very well the day she managed to make him cum without even touching his dick. She loved his thighs, and that day she couldn't take it anymore. She was wearing a skirt, her panties already wet as she watched Sunoo, his thighs so beautiful, so eye-catching.

- Sunoo. - She called out slyly, before receiving a smile from him, she took it as a sign that she could play with him. Without thinking, she sat down on his lap, on his thigh, desperately rubbing her wet pussy against him, feeling the friction giving her so much pleasure, he was loving it, he loved how desperate and shameless she was, Y/N soon reached her orgasm, moaning on his lap, he couldn't stand the sight of her looking so fragile fucking herself on his leg, he saw the stain she left on his pants, and with that he couldn't stand it and came even without her needing to touch his cock.

Coming out of her thoughts, Y/N moved closer to Sunoo. She was already wet from the memory. She wanted that feeling again. Not caring that the others were still in the room, she sat on Sunoo's lap. This time, she didn't sit on his thighs like the last time. She sat directly on his cock. Her eyes widened in surprise when she felt that he was already hard. She looked at him and smiled. But the boy was very angry and thinking about how he wanted to get revenge for the torture, but mainly for what he saw her doing to Jake.

- Sunoo-yah.- She called him, wanting him to look at her. But he just ignored her, focused on his phone. She pouted and decided that she would get his attention.

- By the way you're hard, I guess you saw me with Jake. - She said in his ear. - Are you jealous? If so, I can be nice to you. - Y/N began to move on his lap, spreading kisses across his neck while rubbing herself on his increasingly hard cock.

Sunoo was determined to see how far she would go, he wanted to make her pay and he already had everything on his mind, so he controlled himself as much as he could, holding back his moans.

She noticed how tense he was, it was obvious that he was very horny, she felt how occasionally he ended up moving his hips to cause more friction, how he clenched his teeth holding back his moans.

After leaving several marks on his neck, she smiled and walked away, blushing when she remembered that they were not alone in that room. She looked around and noticed how tense everyone was and pretending to look at their phones. She tried to get off Sunoo's lap, but he held her waist tightly, pulling her back against him. 

- No, you started it now you're going to finish it. - He said furiously. 

- But, but Sunoo. - She looked around, reminding him that they were not alone. 

- You didn't care while you were having fun, why do you care now?

When Y/N tried to get up again he held her tighter, his fingers holding her so tightly that she knew she would get bruises. But that turned her on even more, she was loving this angry side of him, it was too sexy.

Y/N  was surprise when he stood up with her, getting on his knees and throwing her on the pile of pillows that was in front of him, her back hitting the soft floor.

- Where's your cheeky smile? - Now he was the one smiling. - Wasn't it fun to play with others?

Sunoo pulled her hands above her head before kissing her angrily. Pressing his body over hers. He pulled Y/N's legs which he immediately locked around his waist, feeling Sunoo's hard cock pressing against her soaked pussy.

He continued kissing her fiercely, the room echoing with their moans.

- Please Sunoo. I need you. Fuck me now. - Y/N said as she broke the kiss.

She looked so beautiful, so desperate, that the boy didn't think for a second. Pulling away, he began to take off his clothes, she doing the same. Y/N couldn't help but blush, fuck, there was Sunoo naked in front of her, like she dreamed so many times, totally for her, she was salivating looking at his dick as perfect as everything else about him, he noticed this and laughed as he began to masturbate in front of Y/N.

- You really are a shameless and needy bitch. - He said, and then pushed her, making her lie down again before rubbing his already leaking cock against Y/N's soaked hole.

- Such a slut, and so wet, you want my cock so bad, don't you? Look how wet you are. - He pulled away, his hand passing over Y/N's pussy and show his fingers covered in her juices before putting them in his mouth.

- Damn, so good, next time I need to eat you out.

Y/N couldn't take it anymore, as she looked at Sunoo licking his fingers, she needed him inside her right now.

- Please. - Y/N begged.

- What do you want Y/N? Tell me. - He said holding the girl by the chin. His hands squeezing her face.

- Just fuck me now Sunoo, please.

That was what he needed to hear. He positioned his cock at Y/N's wet pussy, she moaned as he penetrated her all at once, he stopped for a moment, waiting for her to get used to it, while he tried to compose himself, he couldn't believe he was finally inside her, after so many times masturbating imagining what it would be like to fuck her.

He sped up his movements, going faster and faster, pleasure coursing through both of their bodies. Y/N was a moaning mess, and he loved it. He wrapped his hands around Y/N's neck, partially suffocating her. Tears were coming out of her eyes, she couldn't handle so much pleasure, she had waited so long for this.

- Always so arrogant, out there teasing others, now you're here crying desperately for my dick. - He felt her contract, hearing his words, so he sped up.

- What a dirty bitch, clenching when being cursed, you like that? - He slammed his dick hard, hitting her deep.

- Yes Sunoo, right there, so good, please don't stop. - Y/N begged, her moans getting louder and louder.

- Fuck yes, beg Y/N, so perfect begging, so needy, so tight. - Sunoo said between moans, he was too close, he couldn't take much more.

He moved his hand down to caress Y/N's clit, causing more desperate moans. She couldn't take it anymore, it was too much for her, Y/N squeezed Sunoo's arms tightly, leaving marks and scratches as she trembled as she reached her orgasm, her juice running down Sunoo's cock. When he felt Y/N tightening convulsively, he couldn't take it anymore and came inside her, his cum running out of her pussy, but he kept fucking her, pushing it all back in. He couldn't stop looking at that pussy swallowing his cock. He pulled out, admiring how perfect she was with his cum running out of her hole.

Y/N released Sunoo and collapsed on the pillows. When she looked to the side, she panicked because she remembered that they were not alone. Six pairs of eyes were staring at her. She trembled when she realized what had just happened. She had just been fucked by Sunoo in front of her friends who were masturbating while watching. Damn, she could die right now. She didn't know whether to feel ashamed or think it was amazing.

Embarrassed, she pulled some pillows to cover herself. And she heard a laugh. It was Sunoo. He was already putting his clothes back on.

- Why are you trying to cover yourself? They've already seen everything of you. - He said, throwing her clothes for her to get dressed.

- Although, that was the first and last time they saw you. - He said, giving them a deadly look. - And it was just so they know who you belong to.

Sunoo bent over her, squeezing her face roughly before kissing her possessively.

Y/N nodded obediently, even though she didn't understand what that meant. But she knew that whatever it was, she was feeling even more needy, she wanted more of Sunoo, she was addicted to him. And she couldn't wait to have him inside her again, to kiss her lips, to feel his body, and his hands all over her body again.

She was surprised by the innocent boy she loved to torture and play with, the boy who seemed so submissive, had tamed her, and she loved it, loved how he made her weak and desperate for him.

— Notes: This is my first time writing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

[bijouxcarys]

Reina de mi Corazón (Damian Priest x fem!OC)

Masterlist WWE Masterlist

Description: She's the light of his life, the itch he can't scratch... and his bretherin's main squeeze.

Word Count: 7.7k

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, Kayfabe-compliant, sort of infidelity, semi-public shenanigans, Finn is a prick, I feel like pre-Rhea returning Liv Morgan should be considered a warning, so there you go...

A/N: Here, the fem!OC has no name; can be read as x reader without the use of Y/N. Also, I am not a native Spanish speaker, I know some, but please correct me on any inaccuracies!

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“Ya know, I’m havin’ a real hard time understandin’ why you can’t just get over it.”

“Get over it?!”

“Don’t yell at me.”

She spun around to come face to face with the blue-eyed Irishman she’d dedicated her life for the past year to, and just grimaced at the completely vacant look on his face. As though he didn’t understand what the issue was.

“Then stop being such a fucking pushover, Finn, it’s not hard! You go out there, you stand in front of Dom, you tell her to back off and then…” She scoffed, putting a hand on her hip as she lowered her voice to a vicious whisper. “Then you think it’s a smart idea to just let her ride with us tonight, are you insane?” 

If she didn’t know any better, she could have sworn she saw a look of guilt flash before Finn’s eyes. But she did know better, by the grace of God, did she know better by now. She’d learned months ago that he was vying for chaos, a reason to feel a fraction powerful. Now with Rhea gone, it just meant one less around to anchor him to the ground of mediocrity.

She just never expected to catch him inadvertently encouraging Dom to consider Liv’s constant advances.

“Oh, come off it,” Finn groaned, rolling his eyes. “You coulda come out there and helped me with that shit, you coulda told Liv to back off too, don’t act like you’ve had no part in this.”

“Had no part in what? Getting Dom to break whilst Rhea’s not here? Oh my God, you have lost it…”

She turned to continue her walk down the backstage halls. Maybe if she just got a minute alone in the locker room, she’d be able to rationalise Finn’s decision to extend the invitation for a ride to the next town. Highly doubted it, but it was worth a shot. But it didn’t seem like she was going anywhere without Finn right on her tails, telling her all the reasons she should reconsider her anger, to hear him out, as though he actually wanted Dom to give in.

“Will ya stop walkin’ away from me?” Finn grabbed her wrist, perhaps a little too forcefully, stopping her in her tracks. As expected, her instant reaction was to rip her arm from his grip, even if it severed her entire extremity from the rest of her, but he wasn’t relenting.

“I swear to God, if you don’t let go of me in about three seconds, I’m gonna break your fucking jaw,” she warned with a clenched jaw. “Don’t make this worse than it has to be.”

“I’m not the one makin’ it worse, love, you’re the one overreactin’ at nothin’.”

“I’m not overreacting at nothing, you sociopath. I happen to care about Rhea… You remember Rhea, right? Your fucking family.” She managed to yank her arm from him, the friction albeit scorching her in the process, but she’d sort that out later. 

“Rhea this, Rhea that, you’re just as bad as ‘im!” Finn’s brows narrowed, his fists clenched at his sides. 

“Ay, there you are!”

Speaking of ‘im…

Here he came in long strides from behind Finn, his championship belt slung over his shoulder like it always seemed to be since Mania. Braided hair, studded vest, just everything the world loved him for—everything she loved him for, but never had the balls to admit it.

“We’ve been tryin’ to find you, wh–” Damian paused as he got closer to the two of them, instantly noticing the thick tension lingering in between. His eyes immediately narrowed at her, and he glanced down at the man in front of him. “Everything okay?”

Her throat felt like sandpaper; she couldn’t find it in her to tell him. To tell him what Finn had just done, what he’d just solidified, not just for Dominik, but for the future of The Judgement Day.

“Everything’s fine,” Finn said flatly, his tone clipped as he glanced over his shoulder at Damian.

“Fine?” she shot back incredulously. “Do I look like I think everything’s fine to you? You’ve done some stupid shit before, Bálor, but this? This is a whole new level of dumb.”

Damian’s brow furrowed, dark eyes flicking between them. “Wait, hold up—what’s she talking about?”

“She’s overreacting. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” she snapped, raising her voice once more.

“Here we go,” Finn muttered under his breath, running a hand over his hair. He turned back to her with a forced smile, his jaw tight with irritation. “Y’know, ya don’t always have to make a scene.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she spat, stepping closer, her eyes boring into his. “Am I embarrassing you, Finn? You embarrassed yourself the second you thought it’d be a good idea to hand Liv a damn invitation to ride on our bus. Our bus.”

Damian’s head snapped toward Finn, hardening his expression. “You did what?”

Holding his hands up, Finn tried to play it off the best he could. “Relax, Damo, she just needed a ride for the night. No harm, no foul.”

“No harm?” she hissed. “You didn’t think to ask if maybe, I don’t know, bringing Rhea’s fucking arch enemy into our space might cause some problems? You didn’t even tell Damian!”

“You’re making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

“You’re a hypocrite, you know that? You’re always talking about loyalty and trust, but the second Rhea’s not around to babysit you, you're out here making decisions that put all of us at risk. Not to mention Dominik and how he might be feeling about your decision making.”

Damian’s deep voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Cálmate un poco,” he said firmly, stepping closer to the two of them. His presence loomed large, his words enough to make her glance at him, but only for a moment.

“Cálmate?” she echoed, throwing her hands up. “I’ve been calm, Damian—too calm, actually. Maybe that’s the fucking problem.”

Finn snorted, folding his arms over his chest. “Yeah, right. ‘Too calm.’ You’ve been ridin’ my arse for weeks about every little thing.”

“Because you’ve been acting like an idiot for weeks!”

“You done?” Finn bit back with a sneer on his lips. “Or do you wanna keep goin’ so the whole locker room can hear how dramatic you are?”

“Dramatic?” She almost gasped at his audacity. “You don’t get to call me dramatic, Finn, not when you’re the one throwing Dom to the wolves and dragging Liv into the pack just to get a reaction. Do you even realise what you’re doing to us—”

“Us?” Finn’s voice rose, cutting her off. “Don’t kid yourself, love. There hasn’t been an us for a while now, and you damn well know it.”

The words landed like a slap, but before she could react, Damian was suddenly lodged right between them.

“Ya basta!” he growled, holding up a hand, forcing them to take a step back. His usually smooth baritone was sharper now. “Finn, man, the hell are you doin’? You don’t talk to her like that.”

“Oh, I don’t?” Finn snapped, glaring up at Damian. “You don’t get to tell me how to handle my business.”

Damian’s lips curled into a humourless smile, and he tilted his head, dropping his voice. “Tu negocio? This isn’t about you, pendejo, it’s about the family. About respecting Rhea while she’s gone. And you’re out here actin’ like you forgot that.”

And Finn, in all his toughness, opened his mouth to speak, but the Archer of Infamy didn’t give him an iota of a chance. “And another thing,” he said, taking a menacing step closer to the Irishman, seething with a deadly calm. “I see you grabbin’ at her like that again, we’re gonna have a problem. Understood?”

The smaller man faltered for a moment, his confidence quite clearly wavering. Damian’s eyes narrowed, and his large, veiny hand clenched onto the edge of his championship on his shoulder. “Entiendes, yes or no?”

Finally, Finn nodded, though his jaw looked like it was just about ready to shatter with how harshly he had it clenched. “Fine. But don’t come crying to me, big man, when this heroic act comes back to bite you in the arse.”

Damian didn’t let his weak threat deter him from doing what he needed to do; he turned to her next, his expression softening slightly. “You good?”

Her heart was hammering against her ribcage from the sheer rage seering through her, and her emotions were swept up in a chaotic mess, but she nodded nonetheless. “I’m fine,” she muttered, though her tone betrayed the storm beneath it.

“Good,” Damian’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he turned back to Finn. “Go cool off. Now.”

Finn hesitated, his pride clearly warring with his better judgement, but eventually, he scoffed and walked away, muttering something under his breath that she couldn’t quite catch.

Once he was out of earshot, Damian let out a long breath. “You’re really okay?” he asked.

She looked up at him, the tension threatening to snap in her chest loosening ever so slightly under his concerned gaze. “I will be,” she said, though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed it.

He nodded, his lips quirking into a small, reassuring smile. “Good. Now, let’s figure out what the hell we’re gonna do about all this, cariña.”

The night was cooling down, but her temper still simmered as she stomped alongside Damian through the dimly lit parking lot. Fans that had earlier been congregating at the exit had now dissipated, the chaos of the evening replaced by a tranquil, almost eerie silence. She exhaled sharply, still simmering with frustration, her steps brisk and her arms crossed tightly against her chest.

Damian walked beside her, his strides unhurried as he ate up the speed in which she travelled, and his towering presence remained a stark contrast to her tense frame. He didn’t speak at first, letting the rhythmic echo of their footsteps do the talking. It was only as they approached the production trucks—massive, hulking shadows looming in the dark—that he reached out, his large hand gently wrapping around her elbow.

“Mi vida,” he said softly, richly, lowly. A faintest trace of his accent curling around the syllables. “Slow down.”

She stopped abruptly, pulling her arm free but not walking away. “I’m not getting on that bus,” she insisted. “Not with her there.”

He cocked his head slightly, studying her with those deep, thoughtful eyes that scarcely failed to strip her defences bare. “You don’t have a choice,” he said.

Her lips pressed into a tight line, darting her eyes anywhere else. “I’ll figure something out.”

Admitting to himself, her defiance was always endearing; he chuckled warmly. “What, you’re gonna hitchhike to the next city? Sleep in one of these?” He gestured to the trucks around them with a slight smirk, his rings catching the faint light as his hand moved. “Come on, mamacita, be for real.”

Scowling, her arms tightened around herself. “I can’t stand her, though…” she whined, bouncing on her heels. “What she did to Rhea… what she’s still trying to do.”

Damian softened at the mention of Rhea, a wave of understanding passing over his face. He knew more than anyone what it felt like to watch your best friend be forced to vacate something she’d worked so hard for, all at the hands of someone else. He turned to face her fully, the parking lot lights casting a soft glitter over him, highlighting the sharp features in his beautifully aging face. The faint sheen on his neck, and the glisten from the necklaces there that disappeared behind the collar of his shirt. The tattoos snaking up his arms flexed as he adjusted his title belt, the veins in his forearms prominent and mesmerising.

He tilted his head slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “I get it. You’re loyal. We both are. That’s one of the things I like about you.”

His voice dipped into a smoother register, the richness of his tone wrapping around the words like velvet. She hated how easily it still disarmed her, how it made her pulse quicken despite her best efforts to stay annoyed.

“But let me ask you this,” he continued, leaning in a little. “What’s the biggest flex here? Storming off and giving her, and Bálor, the satisfaction of knowing they got under your skin? Or walking on that bus, owning the damn space, and letting ‘em know they don’t even rank?”

Her lips parted, a retort forming, but she couldn’t quite get it out. His words were too mellow, his confidence too infectious.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said with a grin, as though he’d already won the argument. Well, whatever argument was there.

“I’m not sharing space with her. Period.” She continued to scowl, looking down at the floor, where she absentmindedly kicked at small chips of gravel.

“Ay, mi reina,” he murmured, running a hand over his face. “You’re really making this difficult for yourself, huh?”

Sighing heavily, he turned to lean one broad shoulder against the truck they were standing by, and crossed his arms. His biceps strained against his short sleeves, and she was grateful he chose to keep the vest instead of opting for a long-sleeved jacket.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he began. “You and me? We’re gonna get on that bus. But we’re not stayin’ up front with the others. Nah.” He angled his body down and quietened his voice a little. “We’ll head straight to the back, nice and private. You won’t have to see Liv. Hell, you won’t even have to think about her.”

She blinked, caught off-guard by how easily he’d spun the situation into something that sounded almost… appealing.

“And you’re just gonna make that happen without trouble, yeah?” she asked, arching a sceptical brow.

“Mami,” he grinned, equal parts cocky and charming, “I always make things happen.”

She couldn’t fight the smile that elicited.

“And… the others?” she asked, trying to maintain the upper hand. “What makes you think they’ll just let us waltz past them without saying anything?”

The smile on his face widened, a playful, menacing look in his eyes. “Let me worry about them, they know better than to get in my way. After all,” he exhaled, slapping a hand over his championship. “I am el campeón, mi vida.”

“Yeah, well…” she somewhat sheepishly grinned, looking away. “I think that may be where some of Finn’s issues lay.”

With a rueful chuckle, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, fingers grazing her temple and trailing down to her jawline. Just… brushing off the comment about Finn’s potential ill-feelings about his lack of a singles title. She wouldn’t put it past the man she’d been in such a rocky situationship with to harbour these… feelings.

“And you?” he hummed in a near whisper. “You just have to focus on me. I’ve got you.”

Her breath caught as he tilted her chin up slightly, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. He intensely gazed down at her, smouldering, seeing right through her defenses.

“And just so you know,” he added conspiratorially. “Rhea’s coming back next week.”

Posture straightening, her eyes widened. “What?”

Nodding, his thumb continued ghosting over her lip before moving it to brush along her jaw. “You didn’t hear it from me, but she’s coming back. The other’s don’t know yet, and I’m not so sure I’m gonna tell ‘em.” He watched her take a deep breath, the tension of these past three months visibly tumbling off her shoulders somewhat. “So, he continued, smiling softly. “You’ve got nothin’ to worry about, preciosa. Rhea’s gonna be back, she’s gonna put Liv in her place, but tonight? Just one bus ride. We’ll make it work. Bien?”

His hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers threading into the roots of her hair as he came closer. “You trust me, sí?”

Still, even after his silken accent, the baritone vibrato in his affliction, she hesitated; her pride warred heavily with the undeniable pull he had over her. But alas, that was too much for her stubborn streak, and she relented with a nod and a shaky breath.

“I hate you,” she muttered, though her tone spoke otherwise.

Damian laughed, pressing a quick, almost teasing kiss to her forehead. “Nah, you love me, you’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t have the energy to argue. As he stepped back, his hand lingering on her lower back, she couldn’t help but feel like, somehow, he’d managed to win her over—again…

“Let’s go, mami,” he chided with a glance warm and lingering as he guided her over to where their bus waited. “We got a long ride.”

The bus door hissed open, and Damian stepped in first, his wide frame momentarily filling the entrance. The low hum of conversation inside the bus came to a screeching halt. Everyone was scattered throughout, their chatter dissolving into uneasy silence as they took in the tension radiating off of the two of them as they climbed aboard.

Finn leaned back in his seat, arms draped over the backrest of the bench he sat at. “Well, look who finally decided to join us.”

Damian didn’t miss a beat. “And look who still doesn’t know when to shut up.” The words were sharp but calm, delivered with the kind of controlled menace only Damian could manage. Finn’s smirk twitched, his eyes narrowing.

“C’mon, mate,” Finn said, deceptively light. “What’s the deal? You two been gone and now she’s seethin’.”

“Drop it,” Damian insisted, shrugging off his leather vest and slinging it over his arm. “You’re not as clever as you think you are, pendejo.”

Carlito chuckled from the corner, picking an apple from the fruit bowl and tossing it in his hand lazily. “Depends who you ask.”

Whilst Finn and Damian shot the shit, she took a quick glance around the space and caught Liv perched casually on one of the front seats, scrolling through her phone with her—Rhea’s—championship over her lap. The pair met eyes, and she swore she could have gone over and shoved her phone right down the blonde’s throat once she clocked the little smirk on her face. But she settled with an eye roll, trying to avoid looking back at Liv, even though she could feel her gaze burning into her from across the aisle. Stomach churning, she tightened the grip she had on the back of Damian’s shirt as she stood half-behind him. His earlier reassurance may have helped, but actually stepping onto the bus was like walking into enemy territory.

“You okay?” Dom asked out of nowhere, furrowing his brows. It was nice to see him expressing some other emotion other than sheer discomfort from Liv’s constant advances.

“I’m fine,” she nodded quickly, sending him a forced smile.

“Sure doesn’t look like it,” JD mumbled under his breath, earning a glare from Damian.

“Enough,” the champion asserted, before gesturing toward the back of the bus. “We’re heading to the back. Don’t bother us.”

Liv let out a low whistle, her eyes flicking between them with thinly veiled amusement, ghosting over the almost alarmed look on Finn’s face. “Wow, bossy much?”

Damian’s jaw tightened, but the woman still gripping onto him was the one who snapped.

“You’ve got a lot to say for someone who doesn’t even belong here.”

Liv’s smirk returned, but there was an unmistakable glimmer of irritation behind her eyes. “I’m here because someone thought I’d be a good addition to the crew for the night. Well, that, and clearly Daddy Dom needed a little TLC,” she shot a grin over at Dominik, who flushed with complete embarrassment, before she returned the smugness. “Not my fault you’re pressed about it.”

Carlito barely hid a snort in the loud crunch of his apple while Dom sank further into his seat, clearly not wanting to get involved.

Damian exhaled slowly, running a hand down his face. “Ay dios míó… Enough, sucia, you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Bálor. Just be grateful we’re not leaving you in the middle of the parking lot,” he snapped, his patience wearing thin. He then glanced over his shoulder. “Vamos. Ignore them.”

She hesitated, her eyes lingering on Liv for a beat longer. The sheer hubris in her expression made her blood boil, but Damian’s hand circling her wrist pulled her attention away.

“Come on,” he repeated, steering her toward the back.

They moved through the narrow aisle, whispers already igniting behind them. She caught snippets—something about awkwardness, something else about Finn not going after her—but she kept her chin up, refusing to let them see her crack.

The bedroom at the back of the bus was small but cozy, with a plus bench that doubled as a decent bed and soft overhead lighting. Damian shut the door behind them, the noise from the front muffled instantly.

“Finally,” she exhaled, practically flopping back against the wall and running her hands over her face. “I thought I was gonna lose it there.”

Chuckling, Damian tossed his vest onto the bench and laid down his title belt on top of it. “You handled yourself fine, hermosa.”

“Barely,” she muttered, following Damian with her eyes as he moved to lean against the wall in front of her, rather than relaxing back on the bench or even at the window. “Liv’s just lucky I didn’t pick her ass up and throw her off the bus.”

“She’s not worth it,” he said. “Let her think whatever she wants. You’ve got nothing to prove to her—or anyone else for that matter.”

She let out a frustrated whine, but conceded with a stubborn shrug. “This is going to be a long night.”

Resting her head back against the wall, she moved to look up at Damian, who had pretty much settled just across from her now. Arms folded. Intense eyes glued onto her, almost narrowed as if he were trying to pry into her thoughts.

“What?” she stifled a low laugh.

“You think it’s gonna be a long night?”

“...Yeah?”

“It won’t be if you listen to me,” he casually said.

She raised an eyebrow, a playful smile creeping onto her face for the first time that night. “Oh, yeah? What’s your master plan this time?”

Without answering immediately, he pushed off the wall, crossing the small space in a single stride. Towering over her, he placed a hand on the space beside her head, leaning in close.

“My plan,” he said smoothly, “Is to make sure you don’t think about Liv, or Finn, or anyone else for the rest of the ride.”

Like a deer caught in headlights, her heart stumbled at the intensity in his gaze. “You’re awfully confident, aren’t you?”

“Siempre,” he replied with a boyish grin. “And usually for good reason.”

She tried, with her whole chest, to ignore the way her pulse quickened, and tried to brush him off. But Damian Priest wasn’t the kind of man you could easily ignore.

A chest so wide her palm could walk across it a full four times before it covered the expanse. Ink etched into caramel skin so beautiful Mick Rock would need to adopt a whole new method just to capture its essence. Her fingers itched to trace the grooves of his body, the taut planes of his torso—carved from obsidian and bronze. A man whose physique withstood the passage of centuries. Muscles rippling beneath the ink mapping his sinuous path of past lives. Ink so black it swallowed light, swirling like the last whispers of a forgotten prayer.

“Mi vida,” he grumbled as his calloused fingertips grazed beneath the hem of her shirt. “Tan suave…”

An impatient whimper fell from her lips, her hands remained splayed on his biceps. Keeping him at a distance neither of them really wanted. 

“No corras, mi amor.” His lips teased her temple, a singular inhale allowing her scent to overwhelm him. New shampoo.

“Damian,” she managed to whisper, squeezing his sinewy arms in yet another pathetic attempt at separation. It didn’t seem to matter how many times she told him she only understood a fraction of what he spoke in that bewitching native tongue of his, he would always do it. Of course he would, she loved it.

Nevertheless, he lifted his head, gazing down at the woman in his arms with a hooded glance. Even under such subdued lighting and uneven ground, the swaying of the bus prohibiting a stable view, he just looked so… irresistible. A black Killswitch Engage shirt, obviously a tad too small, hair hanging in beautiful braids, those blue jeans he basked in whenever he got the chance. Rings on. Every. Finger.

“You spend so much time tellin’ me why you can’t.”

“Because I can’t.”

Sighing, he angled his head to the side, bringing a hand up to cup the side of her face, the cold metal of his endearing accessories bringing her back from melting completely into his hold. She was so hyper-aware of his proximity, of the others’ proximity.

“Claro, qué sí...”

“Damian–”

He quickly shut her up just by sliding his hand down to the back of her neck, his thumb massaging just behind her ear. There was no way she could resist laying her head back against the wall behind her.

Lips feathered her forehead, the intoxicating aroma of Aqua di Gio forcing her thighs together, down to her nose, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.

“You know I’ll stop if that’s what you really want, cariño.” Their hips met in one motion as his free hand gripped onto her lower back, careening her toward him. Finally, she felt the expanse of his chest, just as tough as she remembered it being, the shirt may as well have not been there. A smirk tugged at his lips, a deep chuckle rumbling from the back of his throat as her smaller hands clung to his shoulders.

“But you don’t want that, ¿verdad?”

Swallowing down the dryness that threatened to encompass her ability to utter a single word, she trembled under his touch, wanting nothing more than this gorgeous, hulking 6’5” leviathan to take her to another realm. Make her forget her name. Her birthday. Where she was. 

“N-No…” she finally admitted, meekly shaking her head.

“Then why don’t you just surrender to it, baby? It can’t harm you unless you let it.” Her lip was gently tugged downward with the pad of his thumb, only to bounce back against her teeth. “Dios mío, extraño esa boca,” he muttered, breathing in sharply through his nose.

“It’s not that easy,” she answered, glancing down at his lips as his tongue traced them like a water-starved lion. “You know it’s not that easy.”

They both knew it wasn’t so easy, and each time they acknowledged that fact, the magic faded. Every. Time. In a perfect world, surrendering to the Archer of Infamy would be the easiest thing one could ever do. But it wasn’t their world, and it wasn’t so perfect.

“I know,” Damian relented, but maintained his grip on her. “But you know it as well as I do.” He sighed her name, leaving one lingering kiss directly on her lips to hold onto until next time.

“You’ll always be mine. Reina de mi Corazón.”

His lips continued to hover near hers, his breath hot as it blanketed her space in a soft, uneven exchange with her own. He wasn’t rushing her—no, he’d never do that. He was just deliberate. Intentional. Devastatingly patient.

She knew that if she gave him this—if she surrendered, took the promise at the corner of his lascivious smile—he’d handle her with a precision no one else ever had. As if pulled by some invisible force, he angled her face up, brushing her lips against his in a feather-light kiss. And instead of pressing forward, instead of deepening the contact, Damian let her set the pace, let her linger until her nerves gave way to a quiet, shuddering exhale.

“There she is,” he murmured against her lips, like velvet sliding over her goose-pimpled skin. He cupped her face gently, his thumb grazing over her cheekbone in slow, soothing circles. “Knew you’d come back to me, baby girl.”

“Damian,” she started, her voice barely louder than a whisper, but he cut her off with a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, his lips trailing down to her ear.

“Shh, mi vida,” he coaxed, tingles from his words rippling down her neck. “I know you’re scared. I know you’re thinkin’ about all the reasons you shouldn’t.” He pressed another kiss, this time to the hollow of her throat, his hand sliding to her lower back. “But tell me, cariña… do any of those reasons feel stronger than this?”

Nails digging into his shoulders, her head tipped back involuntarily as his lips moved, prudent and proficient, against her skin. “It’s not just us, though,” she whispered wearily. “Finn’s here. They’re all here.”

Damian snickered, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through her. “Let them be,” he simply said in that effortless charm. “You think they matter to me? You think Finn matters?” He paused, lifting his head to look her in the eyes. “Finn doesn’t matter. Not in here. Not when it’s just us.”

Her heart stuttered as his hands lowered over her hips and tentatively rested on the curve of her ass, applying the smallest amount of pressure, before suddenly hiking her up the wall so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his body. His lips were by her ear again as hummed in a low, intoxicating murmur.

“You’re nervous. I get that. But let me ask you this… has he ever made you feel the way I do? Made you laugh like I can? Made you want to crawl out of your own skin just to get closer?” Tilting her chin, he forced her to meet his gaze. “You think he could’ve made you smile the way I do? Made you lose yourself?”

Her lips parted, but no sound came; Damian’s warm hands slid around to her front, teasing the buttons on her jeans before popping the top one open. Then, his rough fingertips scaled the parameters of her waistband, comfortably tucking them beneath the fabric. He grinned at her hitched breathing, his confidence surging as his voice dropped to a near-growl.

“And don’t get me started on the rest, hermosa,” he teased. “Because I guarantee you, no one’s ever known how to take care of you the way I do. To really take care of you. Mind, body… everything.”

Damian was always attuned to her every move, every tell, as he pressed another soft kiss to her lips, this time lingering just a little longer, savouring her softness.

“Say it, mami,” he almost pleaded, popping yet another button open on her jeans. “Say you want me. Say it, and I’ll give you everything you didn’t know you’ve been needin’... todo lo que no te pudo dar.”

That was it. He knew that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Shit,” she breathed, moving to hold onto the back of his neck and pull him as close to her as she could. “I want you,” she relented, looking straight into his dreamy eyes. “I need you, Dam…”

Victorious, Damian smiled at her. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

The moment shifted like a pendulum swinging, as his arms tightened around her to hike her further up to the wall, lips claiming hers again in a no longer soft or coaxing manner. Her gasps were swallowed by his mouth as he gripped her thighs, feeling her lose some of her strength in the heat of the kiss.

“Wrap them around me,” he growled against her lips, the baritone in his voice like a physical presence. His words weren’t a request; they were a command laced with molten heat. Her legs obeyed instinctively, locking around him as her back pressed flush against the wall. He tugged at her jeans, somehow finding a way to shimmy them down to her knees before he had to let her go to let the denim fall to the floor. But she was back, clinging around him, in a matter of seconds. She barely registered the loss, as her focus was entirely on him—on the way his strength felt like a force of nature, unyielding but controlled. Hoisting her again, he bent gravity at his will.

She tugged at the roots of his braids, eliciting a low, guttural sound from deep in his chest. Even as he resumed his heated kisses against her neck, biting and nipping at her, her senses frayed at the edges.

“You taste like heaven, mi reina,” he mumbled, his voice laced with reverence, though his actions were anything but saintly. He kissed lower still, hazing her to the point where she hadn’t even realised he was lifting her higher until the tops of her thighs had hit under his arms. 

A sharp intake of hair caught in her throat as she clocked the position, yet he didn’t stop until she had no choice but to spread her legs over his broad shoulders. Damian stood as though the weight of her body was nothing more than an afterthought.

“Damian,” she breathed, trembling with a combination of exhilaration and disbelief.

He glanced up at her, a smirk curling his lips, dark and devastating. “I know how to handle you, baby, I’ve been dreamin’ of doin’ this to you.” His hands splayed over her thighs, his thumbs traced in slow, tantalising circles along her skin. “Trust me, preciosa. I’ve got you.”

Her own tongue felt too hot against her lips as she wetted them, watching as the Puerto Rican God below her peppered kisses along the band of her panties, stopping at her hip to tease the fabric with his teeth before moving to the other side to repeat the movements.

One hand braced her firmly, his long fingers splaying wide over her lower back, while the other trailed down her side and between them to tuck the tip of his pointer finger into her underwear, tugging at it so she felt the teases of cooler air hit her.

“Shit,” she gasped, her thighs tensing beside his head once he fully pulled the flimsy fabric covering her core to the side, exposing her to his face in such close proximity.

He could have melted right then and there at the sight shimmering back at him; her glistening folds just begging to be parted and worshipped. A neatly kempt, pristine little patch just above his meal—the crowning glory of her womanhood. Even as a brief flash of Finn getting to be this close to her flipped through the pages of his mind, absolutely nothing could sour this moment for him. And he was going to savour every last second of this—of her.

“Baby, you have no idea,” he whispered, adjusting his arms so his hands could easily access where he needed. “How many nights,” he continued, using his thumbs to slowly part her weeping folds, “I’ve thought about doin’ this again.” He brought his mouth as close to her centre as he could, blowing directly onto her heated slick and taking such pride in how she jolted helplessly in his arms. “You have such a pretty pussy, hermosa…”

“Damian, please…” she whimpered, attempting to grind her hips toward his face, but only encouraged him to tighten his arms around her so she couldn’t move at all. 

“Shh,” he hissed softly, turning his head to press a kiss to her thigh, before whispering under his breath as he made eye contact with her pussy. “Deja que Papí como.”

Before she could begin to respond, his lips made contact with her core, an open-mouth kiss that gave him a taste of what she had to offer—as if he didn’t already know how sweet she was.

His tongue explored slowly, languidly. Dragging gentle patterns all over her, the action creating a subtle hollowing in his cheeks as he glanced up at her. His eyes narrowed as he inched his tongue up, finally settling it on her sensitive nub, where she’d been throbbing and pulsating since he’d gotten her in this position.

“Ahh,” she panted suddenly, not expecting the jarring of her own hips. One of her hands flew up to the wall beside her, the tips of her fingers grazing the ceiling, once again reminding her of how far up the wall she’d been lifted, and that she wasn’t in some random hotel room; she was in the fucking bus.

“There it is,” he chuckled. “Already shaking for me, and I’ve barely started.”

Her other hand settled on top of Damian’s head, her fingers once again finding space in the roots of his braids as he resumed circling her clit with his tongue in slow, purposeful strokes. She could feel herself pulsate into his mouth already, and she just knew that she was soaking his chin in the process.

“You’re so sensitive here, mi amor,” he murmured, pausing just long enough to kiss her clit before flicking the tip of his tongue again. “You like that, when I focus right here?” Another flick, another jolt. “Tell me.”

She couldn’t find the words, only managing a shaky nod as her calves pulled him closer in her direction.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, a smirk evident in his tone. “But you gotta keep quiet for me, baby girl, we don’t want Finn hearing, do we?”

The reminder sent a thunderbolt of adrenaline through her, and she pressed her hand over her mouth to muffle the small moan that escaped as Damian ducked his head and sucked her clit into his mouth, applying just the right amount of pressure as he ate her out like he knew she needed. Her eyes fluttered shut and her head tilted back as she embraced the feeling of his tongue moving back and forth, side to side, any and all ways all over her pussy, putting intense focus on her beating clit just how she liked it.

“Good girl…” His voice came as gravel and silk. “Doin’ so well for me. Lemme hear those little noises—just for me.”

She tried, but every movement of his mouth, of his tongue, even the gentle scraping of his teeth against her, had her trembling uncontrollably. Her body strained against him, her toes curling in her heeled boots as she tried to keep her balance atop his shoulders, but Damian’s grip was steadfast.

As his head started bobbing with his actions, her sense of reality stretched further and further away from her consciousness, and all she wanted to do was take all of that thick dick deep inside her, like she remembered doing so long ago. Wanted to make him grunt and groan, to leave his mark on her, in her, ruin her for everyone else.

“Shit, shit, D–fuck, don’t stop,” she panted quietly, her jaw clenching as she kept her noises to a minimum. “Papí…”

“Sí, mami. Let me have you.”

As he drooled and salivated all over her pussy, he let out a low growl against her, and that’s what did it for her. She couldn’t stop herself from banging the palm of her hand on the wall behind her as she came so hard into his mouth, her back arching painfully as she let out strained grunts and strangled whimpers.

The hand that had a tight grip on Damian’s head flew up to her mouth, her nails digging into her own face as she tried to muffle the cries. He wouldn’t stop. His tongue kept moving over her pulsing bud, abusing the pressure point like he would a popsicle on the verge of melting. He wanted to drain every last bit of her pleasure until she couldn’t stand being hoisted all the way up on the wall anymore—until the idea of staying upright caused unease. 

But when her tremors subsided, only left with the sheen on his chin and a shiver up her spine, he finally lifted his head with a wicked grin full to the brim with pride.

“I could do that shit all night, hermosa,” he said through a ragged exhale. “But I think you might be a little too sensitive for that. For now.”

Easing her back down the wall, his grip remained firm but tender, as though she were to break at the slightest mishandling. Her legs slipped from his shoulders, trembling slightly as they found solid ground again. Still, she was catching her breath, her body flushed and buzzing.

Both of them were oblivious to the rhythmic thuds her earlier ecstasy had caused against the wall—a sound that surely hadn’t gone unnoticed beyond the small space.

Her body slid against the wall, her legs wobbling under her so much that Damian kept one arm around her to steady her.

“You good?” His voice was softer now, the teasing edge replaced with a gentleness that somehow made her chest twist and ache.

She nodded, her forehead falling against his shoulder as she tried to regulate her breathing. “I… yeah. That was…” Words escaped her completely, overtaken with some kind of erotic brain fog.

Damian chuckled low, his breath warm against her temple. “I know,” he mumbled. “You don’t have to say it.”

Just as she lifted her head to look at him, he silenced the prospect of further words with a slow, delicate kiss. She could taste herself on him—the aroma, the zest, the intimacy of it. A potent reminder of what had just transpired.

Groaning softly into the kiss, she pulled back only slightly. “That’s… that’s me,” she whispered hazily, with embarrassment and arousal.

“Yeah,” Damian said, a wicked grin apparent as he ran his tongue along her bottom lip. “You taste fuckin’ amazing, mami. And you know what? Now you’ll never forget it…”

Her breath caught in her throat as his words sank in, his confidence so intoxicating that it left her dizzy.

“Papí…” she almost quivered.

“Hmm?” He leaned in again, brushing his lips over hers, not quite kissing her. “Something you wanna say, or you just gonna stand there thinkin’ about how I had you shaking for me?”

Before she could respond, he stepped back, his hands still lingering on her hips as though he wasn’t ready to let her go. He turned slightly to retrieve her jeans from where they’d been discarded in a heap on the floor. He handed them to her with a crooked grin.

“Better put these on before I change my mind about you being too sensitive, mi vida,” he said, half-seriously and half-playfully.

She took them, her fingers brushing against his as she did, but instead of the sound of her raspy, worn-out voice constructing an answer, the soft click of the doorknob turning caught their attention.

In an instant, Damian’s hand shot out, pressing against the door with casual strength, holding it firmly shut. The sheer ease with which he managed it was almost more arousing than anything else he’d done so far, his palm flat against the wood like it weighed nothing.

“I thought I said not to bother us,” Damian called, brooking no argument with a sharp and commanding edge.

There was a pause on the other side, and then JD’s voice floated through, apologetic but amused. “We’re stoppin’ for gas in a bit. Just thought you’d want to know.”

“Pendejo…” Damian huffed, his annoyance clear, but his hand didn’t move from the door. Instead, he leaned over in her direction, lowering his voice as he whispered, “He’s lucky I’m in a good mood.”

She stifled a laugh, the absurdity of the situation settling in. But Damian, being the kind of unflappable man he was, shifted his focus back to it entirely.

“Alright,” he said loud enough for JD to hear, almost dismissively. “You’ve said your piece. Ve dale.”

There was a boyish laugh from the other side, and the sound of retreating footsteps followed. Damian waited a beat longer, ensuring their privacy, before letting his hand drop and turning his attention back to her.

“See, preciosa? Easy!” He wiped his hands together, brushing the existence of the others off his shoulder.

“You’re insane,” she grinned up at him.

“Maybe,” he smiled back unrepentantly. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it all of a sudden.”

She rolled her eyes, but the truth was undeniable. He stepped toward her, his fingers trailing lightly down her arm before catching her wrist and pulling her into his chest so he could take her fully into his arms.

“When we get to the next city,” he stared, his voice muffled against her hair. “I’m booking us a room. No interruptions, no walls, no keeping quiet. Just you and me.”

Humming in acceptance, and almost contentment, she angled her head to the side so she could speak to him. “And then?” she asked softly.

“And then…” he echoed, lowering a hand down to her ass, where he unashamedly grabbed a handful. “Then you can ride Papi all you want, baby girl. All night, however you want me.”

Her cheeks burned, but the elated grin she gave him let him know he’d hit the mark.

“Gas stop’s not gonna take long,” he said. “It’s just enough time for me to think about everything I’m gonna do to you later. But for now…”

He pulled his head back to look down into her eyes.

“Behave, mi amor. Or Papi might not be able to wait that long…”

Translations: Ya basta - Enough’s enough Cariña - Sweetheart/darling/term of endearment Mi vida - My life/term of endearment Preciosa - Precious/term of endearment Pendejo - Idiot/dumbass/dummy Ay dios mio - My God Sucia - Dirty Hermosa - Pretty Siempre - Always Tan suave - So soft No corras, mi amor - No running, sweetheart/my love Claro, qué sí - Yes, you can ¿Verdad? - Right?/No?

Dios mío, extraño esa boca - My God, I miss that mouth

Reina de mi Corazón - Queen of my Heart

Todo lo que no te pudo dar - Everything he couldn’t give you

Deja que Papí coma - Let Daddy eat

Ve dale - Now go

[cherryblossombankai]

Just To See You Smile (All Smite x Reader)

Warnings: angsty, comfort, gn!reader, a little corny, some suggestiveness at the end Word Count: 1.1k Summary: Toshinori comes home to find you crying in bed. Taglist: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @sweet-chocolate-sweet, @helloiamadrawer, @satorustar, @keiva1000, @copolite01

Toshinori had been gone for days, working a heist as All Smite that would bring in a load of cash. He planned to use it to spoil you rotten with anything and everything your pretty little heart desired. Because deep down, despite sucking at expressing it, he was head over heels for you. You were sweet and soft, yet you’d chosen him. You kept all of his secrets while also showing him a way of life he had never even considered for himself. At the same time, you were the only person brave enough to call him out on his shit. 

You were precious to him. 

Which is why he was so damn eager to get home to you. He was damn near aching with excitement. You were always so precious when he came home after a few days away. You’d jump into his arms and smother him in kisses while he carried you to bed. He was looking forward to that as he pulled his car into the driveway, but there wasn’t a single light on in the house he rented for you. 

“Not home?” he whispered as he cut the engine. He double-checked his phone. The last text between you was him telling you when he’d come home, and you expressing your excitement. He knew you would’ve mentioned it if he should’ve expected you not to be home. 

‘Maybe there’s gonna be a sexy surprise waiting,’ he figures. 

He grabbed his bags out of the back of the car and headed towards the door. He was listening out for that sexy music you always played for him. There was nothing. Inside, the house was dark. Only the lamp in the living room lit his path from the front door to your bedroom. 

His ears picked up the small whimpers coming from behind the door. His brows furrowed as he backed away and made a quick look around the rest of the house to make sure you were alone. Then, he opened the door just a bit to look in on you. In the dark, he could just barely make out your trembling silhouette on the bed. The small whimpers were coming from you. 

“Baby?” he whispered into the dark as he walked over to the bed and sat down beside you. He carefully turned on the bedside lamp, and he saw your puffy eyes staring up at him. He caressed your cheek gently. “Sweetheart, are you okay? Did someone hurt you? Tell me…” 

His mind was already swimming with revenge against whoever it was that made you cry. 

“It’s nothing,” you sat up on the bed and wiped your eyes. You leaned over to hug him and give him kisses. “I just missed you so much.” 

One thing about you, you were a bad liar. He could always see through you when you were trying to hide something from you. He pulled you onto his lap and hugged you to his chest. 

“Come on, baby, don’t lie to me. That’s not nice, now is it?” 

You whined softly in response, “I’m just…Sad. A lot has been going on and I just…Sometimes I just need to cry, I guess.” 

He sat in silence, holding you close to him. Part of him wished someone else had made you cry. At least he’d know how to deal with something like that. He could punch an asshole in the face for making you cry or something. He couldn’t do anything about you feeling sad and overwhelmed. He rubbed your back gently and kissed the top of your head. Feeling your tears soaking into his shirt only made him feel worse. 

“Honey, is there anything I can do?” he asked. 

“No, it’s fine. You just got home, you should settle in,” you said. You curled up on the bed again.

“Seriously, Toshi. Just relax. I know you probably want a shower and stuff. I just need a minute and I’ll start on dinner.” 

He let out a frustrated sigh as he stood up from the bed. He felt useless. Worst of all, he felt dismissed. 

“Fine, I’ll take a shower,” he said grumpily. 

You watched him leave. He was all slumped shoulders and heavy footsteps as he disappeared. 

The entire time he was in the shower, he couldn’t stop wondering how he could help you. The sadness you felt was like an unseen foe he couldn’t defeat. He wanted to see you smile again. 

You finally managed to get out of bed, and you made your way to the kitchen to start dinner. You were lost in thought when you felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around you. Toshinori nuzzled his face against your neck. 

“It’s good to be home,” he whispered against your skin. “I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too, baby,” you said as you leaned back against his broad chest. His hands moved down your arms and gently pried the pan out of your hand. 

“Just put this away, alright? We’ll order in, watch one of those silly-ass movies you love so much…Cuddle.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure,” he kissed your cheek softly before releasing you. 

You put away the utensils and went to the living room to curl up on the couch. You were scrolling through movie selections on the television when you heard music playing. It was one of those corny songs that was trying hard to be sexy. 

“Toshi?” you called out. Then, the music started getting closer. 

He comes out of the bedroom donning his full All Smite costume. You couldn’t help but laugh at the clumsy way he was trying to sway his large body in a sensual dance. The fact that you were laughing made him feel victorious. 

“All Smite is here!” he said and did a corny pose with one hand on his hip. He then set his phone, which was playing the song, onto the coffee table. 

“What are you doing, babe?” you asked, covering your face as you tried to hide your giggles. 

“I’m performing,” he winked playfully. 

As he continued dancing, he began peeling off layers. First were his shoulder guards, dropped haphazardly onto the floor. Then, his shirt. He waved it over his head before gently tossing it at your head. Soft laughter You wolf-whistled at him as he began kicking off his boots. 

He felt victorious when he saw the smile on your face and the light in your eyes. He stripped down to his boxers, then came over to the couch. He scooped you up in his strong arms and gave you a deep kiss. 

“I think it’s time for my next performance,” he smirked before carrying you to the bedroom. 

[yoonyeon0]

Hi, could you write headcanons of Raian Kure in a relationship? Like when he likes someone and doesn't know how to approach them?

original asker most likely couldn’t find my ask box so I did it myself 😭

also, my ask box is always some type of song/lyric so just look for that!

RAIAN KURE RELATIONSHIP HCS

“i hate you, i love you.”

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ raian is a very..peculiar lover. maybe not weird, but definitely out of the normal range of lovers. and trust me, it’s even worse when he has feelings he can’t exactly express.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ you gotta be one damn cool and special person to even grab the attention of raian in a romantic sense. you have to be careful and very cautious - someone that doesn’t deal with bullshit and is quick to shut things down. basically someone that is stronger than him mentally but not physically. even with all of your strong points, raian will always somehow be more dominant.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ raian is surprisingly awkward. its the first time he has felt love in a romantic sense and the way it is so intense it takes him off guard which is surprising. obviously his type of awkward isn’t the same as a normal awkward person - it’s wayy more aggressive.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ because raian is so awkward, he doesn’t even know how to go along with his feelings - he most likely doesn’t even realize that he’s in love. he probably treats you like everyone else - insulting, annoying, and more. but he puts a strict ‘no’ at threatening you. he, for some reason, doesn’t want to see you hurt in any type of way and definitely avoids even play fighting with you.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ trust me, if raian has a crush on you, he will pick on you more than he does for anyone else. honestly i feel like that’s why he wants such a mentally strong person, someone that will snap back if they’re insulted because its so much more fun that way!

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ contrary to popular belief, i feel like he shows concern but to an extent. when he has a crush on someone, he will definitely notice new things - whether they are bad or good.

“oi!”

you rolled your eyes and let a loud exhale, obviously irritated by the voice you registered as the man you despised. you don’t know why he was intent on bothering you when your just trying to survive without him being at every corner. you slowly turned around to see the man looking at you with his classic smirk, obviously ready to give you hell.

“hi. what do you want?”

his shit eating grin slowly faded when he looked you up and down before locking on to your broken arm.

“hey. what happened?”

the both of you looked down to your broken arm and prayed he wasn’t going to bring it up but who were you kidding? he always does and you always want to punt him 30 yards.

he slowly started chuckling before breaking into a loud cackle.

“hey! you’re weak as hell! do your bones break when you pick a 5 pound dumbbell or some shit?”

your face obviously scrunched in anger and with a glare that even the birds around you noticed, you went up to him and grabbed his collar.

“shut the hell up. only reason I have this broken arm is because i was busy beating up bitches that wanted you gone.”

he raised an eyebrow before softly chuckling before leaning so close you could feel his hot breath on your eye lashes.

“oh really? what do you want as a reward? maybe a kiss? maybe you want me to get on my knees and thank you, kissing your feet and slowly going up to you thighs and-“

your hand immediately moved from his collar to his face before you gave him a hard slap with your non-broken hand which obviously didn’t even phase him.

“shut up you loser! ugh, i can’t fucking stand you!”

you immediately turned away and walked away, trying to make it seem like you didn’t want to get the hell out of there as soon as possible.

unknown to you, raian was behind you chuckling some words while rubbing the slap on his cheek.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ everyone in Kure family can obviously tell that raian’s feelings for you are different than most people around him. it probably became a joke in kure family that you and him were dating because of how obvious it was.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ the person to tell raian that he is very much in love with you is no one other than his own sister, fusui. this probably happened when he was having one of his yearly meetings with her.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ he most likely thinks that she’s just being a dumbass 😭

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ he would have to get near you one more time after fusui telling him that he’s in love to really believe her words.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ i won’t even lie, he would either never tell you he likes you or he would tell you as soon as he realizes. of course when he does tell you, its not a normal confession.

˚꩜ .ᐟ˙ he def asks fusui for some advice that he tries to take. keyword: tries.

you were so confused right now. there was raian kure, asking you to train with him, knowing damn well that he was so much stronger than you.

“hell no. i know you hate me but i never knew you wanted to kill me.”

he seemed to take a deep breath before looking at you, dead in the eye. he seemed to be looking for something in your eyes. if you hadn’t moved you head slightly, you two would have probably been standing there staring at each other.

“i..don’t hate you.“

he said the sentence so quietly, which was so sudden and surprising, you almost didn’t hear him.

“what did you say? speak up.”

“ugh, you fuckin’ complain too much. cmon, you don’t have a choice. i said i want to train with you. what more of a reason do you want?”

“why? so you can break all of my bones?”

you started getting closer and closer to him, as if to mock or intimidate him.

“huh? what’s wrong? come on say something!”

you stopped right in front of him, now looking up into his eyes. you couldn’t decipher what he was thinking about, what was bugging him. you thought that maybe he was finally going soft on you so you started smirking.

“wipe that fuckin smirk off your face you crazed bitch. making me feel all types of ways, you did this on purpose right?”

your smile faded as raian’s smile came into your sight. he started slowly approaching you while you stepped back, little by little.

“all you want is my validation right? what a whore. well, you got what you want so don’t pussy out now.”

˚꩜ .ᐟ when your relationship with raian finally starts, he doesn’t know what to do. this is most likely his first rodeo and he probably think relationships only consist of fucking and kissing so it’ll be a little hard to teach him that relationships are more than that.

˚꩜ .ᐟ raian is terrible at anything romantic. not that he can’t be romantic, but it’s more of him just doing his own thing.

˚꩜ .ᐟ once a blue moon raian will get you flowers and invite you to train with him because that is his idea of spending time together.

˚꩜ .ᐟ i dont think raian reminds you that he loves you unless you are in a really messed up mental situation but even then he’s hesitant.

not because he doesn’t love you, he just thinks that you already know this. like you being with him isn’t already enough?

˚꩜ .ᐟ i’ll be honest, if you thought that raian would be mentally available; you’re wrong. if you feel like you guys aren’t communicating enough, you’re gonna have to force him to sit and listen to you and and what the two of you should do.

˚꩜ .ᐟ you don’t even suspect raian to be cheating. like not only because of his terrible behavior, he just doesn’t show any interest in people other than you.

˚꩜ .ᐟ you two do get in fights. more than normal. mainly because raian refuses to cooperate and/or communicate with you. he also kinda disrespects and disregards your feelings in fights because he is kind of a dick.

˚꩜ .ᐟ don’t think that he’s like akoya, he definitely notices his wrongs and he always apologizes, even if the apology is just not really him saying sorry. he’s trying okay?

˚꩜ .ᐟ you will NEVER catch him in a submissive way outside of your relationship. but inside the house, he is kinda of a piece of mold. insufferably clingy.

˚꩜ .ᐟ he’s never home. but he always asks to call you and send texts which is adorable in a way. sometimes when he’s feeling extra lonely and romantic, which is rare, he’ll write you a letter that has spots of blood on them. and people say that romance is dead.

˚꩜ .ᐟ no body knows you exist and are in a relationship it’s raian if they haven’t been in the kure village until you two get married. he keeps you secret because he knows how many enemies he has so he doesn’t want you hurt.

˚꩜ .ᐟ does raian want kids? no. does he end up getting them anyway because he doesn’t pull out? yes! but don’t worry, he does love them even if it doesn’t seem like it.

˚꩜ .ᐟ doesn’t like matching things but has a photo of you in his wallet that he FORBIDS people to look at.

˚꩜ .ᐟ will and would buy you whatever you please, just don’t ask him much or it’ll irritate him.

dividers from both @plutism and @aquazero 🥰

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Thinking about drunk Lex being loved on this horrible and sad day

drunk Lex being loved 😭😭

cw: alcohol, relapse, implied aftermath of beating/whump

Wildefire Masterlist

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“M’sorry.”

It was all he'd said since coming back. Head on her lap, silent tears soaking into her jeans, whispered apologies.

“It's okay, Lex, it's okay,” Sarah repeated for the eighth time. He’d been late coming back for a mission. Two days late, leaving the rest of them scared and scrambling, asking around, certain he'd been killed or captured. Only for him to show up in the dead of the night, stumbling drunk in a way he hadn't been since September, since he'd suddenly quit cold turkey. Sarah wanted to ask him what happened. He’d left for a security recon, something that should've taken a few hours at most. What had gone wrong? Had he gotten captured? Hurt? It was hard to say. He was still dressed in all his layers, hood up and everything, and she wasn't about to start taking off clothes when he was like this.

She'd never seen him like this.

Sure, she'd seen him cry, she'd seen him drunk, she'd seen him panicking, but this was different. Before, he'd been afraid or angry or paranoid. Always guarded and ready to run. Never just… sad. He'd fallen through the door, practically collapsing in her arms, sobs already shaking his chest by the time they both fell onto the couch.

“What are you sorry for?” Sarah ventured in a soft voice. Maybe that was the best place to start.

“Almost didn't come back,” he replied. “Almost just… just stayed away.”

Was that where he'd been? Back in Neath? Back at Chopper's?

“But then I went and got wasted and… and I wound up back here. Just like always. Sorry.”

Was he… was he apologizing for that? Not for almost leaving forever, but for coming back?

“No, Lex, we want you here. It's okay, I want you here.”

“S’no good. Dangerous.”

It seemed they always came back to this one way or another. That it was dangerous to house him, dangerous to make him part of the team. Someone would come for him eventually, and then they'd all be in trouble. It wasn't an unfounded fear, but everyone here was in the same boat. Everyone was redlined. But Lex remained convinced that he was the one who was cursed, the one who would bring about their downfall.

Especially when he drank.

“We can handle it. We always do.”

He was quieting down some, sniffling and soft gasps in her lap, breaths getting deeper. Time for damage assessment. 

Sarah rubbed his back gently as she increased her hearing, listening past inhales that now roared in her ears, past the small hitches that were like gunshots. His heart was beating fast, but was that from pain? Or just the crying? She couldn't hear the click of a broken bone, which was a good sign, but his breaths seemed a little more pained than normal. It seemed like he'd calmed down a little. Might be worth a try to get a look at him.

“Hey, Lex, can I take off your jacket?”

Wounds had been the first thing on her mind when she heard him at the door, but a keen sweep of him hadn't shown her any blood, and he was at least fit to walk all the way back here, so she'd pushed the worry back for a moment. There were bruises on his face, but no worse than he'd come back with in the past, and she knew he didn't like a fuss being made over something so ‘trivial’.

Sarah winced at the sound of his metal fists clenching, quickly dialing back her hearing.

“It's okay. I just want to see if you're hurt, but if you feel fine, we can wait until morning.”

She could hear the choke in his breath, words trying to form and tangling in his throat, small whispered rhymes before he managed to speak to her.

“It's… not bad. Not bad enough. I don't…”

“We can wait.” He was breathing okay, he wasn't bleeding, they could hold off on a proper wound check until he sobered up. Until it was a little less dark.

“Are you comfy?” she asked after a moment, once his breathing had slowed again.

“Mhm.”

“Good.” Would he want to talk about it tomorrow? Where he'd been, what happened? Or would it just be another mystery, a few vague words she hoped she drew the right conclusion on? Sometimes he told her more. Sometimes he didn't want to speak on it at all. It was a hard field to navigate; how much to push, how much to relent. What could be crucial for the safety of the team? What could be crucial for Lex? She'd been playing it by ear for months now, wasn't it inevitable she'd miss a note eventually?

One day at a time.

He was here now, he was safe. He'd come home. Enough for now.

“Sarah?” Her name was a murmur in a hoarse voice.

“Yeah?”

“You'll stay?”

She almost laughed at that. Would she stay. “Yeah,” she replied. “Yeah, I'll be right here with you.”

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[bcolfanfic]

late to the last line tag sowwyy, as always if you see this consider it a tag (: here is a bit of john and brady's no good very bad train ride to wyoming after brady's released from custody and sent on his way w a blue ticket. cw for slight description of someone throwing up under the read more line

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When he opened his eyes again there was a not-John someone crouched in between where the two of them were sitting. The woman had her back to him and her hand on Egan’s knee- words only half registering in his post nap haze.

“There you go, just need to keep on taking slow breaths.”

When he came to enough to register the other man's face it was blotchy, bottom lip wobbling as he breathed in and out of his nose. He glanced at Johnny for a second and glanced away looking embarrassed.

“My wife,” John managed, his voice unsteady but serviceable. He swiped the back of his hand over his forehead and pulled it away damp with sweat. “was all worried about me gettin’ on a train without her,”

Liar. Johnny thought, sucking in his bottom lip and tasting copper where it had chapped.

“Sounds like you got a good one,” The woman continued, chirpy, and pushed off of the ground, sitting down in the empty seat next to him, hands folded neatly in her lap. “What’s her name?”

“Gail,” John started and the nice lady who had been talking him down from whatever episode he was having didn’t see the way his mouth twitched but Johnny did.

Gale, Johnny thought, and swallowed the lump sprouting in his throat. John could shape his fella’s name into Gail, and pass it off like a counterfeit bill that no one would think twice about.

He shifted in his seat, shoulders curling in and John seemed to be actively avoiding looking at him now. He just nodded along as the woman chatted to him about something, her exact words lost under the buzz building in Johnny’s ears.

The smell of polish clung to the walls in the confessional and was so strong it made his stomach turn over on itself. Nine-year-old Johnny knelt on the hard wooden kneeler, the dull ache throbbing through his knees making him shift his weight back and forth.

“I told a lie,” he’d whispered, and his throat bobbed.

The priest’s response was perfunctory, three Hail Marys delivered in a clipped monotone and it was over just as quickly as it had begun.

His father hadn't said much of anything on the drive home, just tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in a dull rhythm. He only glanced back at him after a few minutes had gone by.

“Should feel better now son, not worse.” He'd said, punctuated with a sigh that Johnny couldn’t make sense of.

Before the car had even stopped in the driveway, Johnny was out like a rocket. His knees hit the grass of their front yard and he emptied his stomach into it, acid climbing up the back of his throat and out through his nose too.

A dry heave tore through him, and arms trembled so hard he struggled to hold himself upright.

He didn’t notice his mother’s footsteps until her voice reached him, cutting through the dizziness, as worried as she always was.

“Oh, honey,”

Her sleeve came up to wipe his face, and Johnny caught the glance she threw at his father over his head, expression stripped of the gentleness she’d been looking at her son with.

Lying still made him as sick as it had that day.

John didn’t seem to have the same problem.

[kloss-karliee]

"it's definitely a struggle... but as long as those two boys are happy, it doesn't matter to me. i can take a couple of weeks of pain while they're gone, as long as they are happy." she began to think about how things transpired over the last few years. "i'm not too sure if they fully grasp what is really going on. i know Elijah is too young to really get it. but i'm sure that Levi is slowly beginning to understand that they're getting in a car with one parent, going to a different home & the other isn't coming with them. he's so smart, i almost dread the day that he comes up & asks what is actually going on." she gave a little sniffle & let out a deep sigh. "i'm not sure what i'm going to say to him, or how i would even go about explaining that to him. it's not like Joshua & i hate each other. we just... don't love each other the way that a marriage requires. we have love for each other, just aren't in love with each other... if that makes any sense. it honestly took me a while to wrap my head around that statement, myself. my mom had to explain it to me when i first told her about the two of us separating & sleeping in separate bedrooms. which happened about a year before we finally decided it was better to get a divorce." that was a terrible memory for her & a tough part of her life.

as she took a beat to pause & actually take a breath she realized that she had been droning on again. letting out a scoff at her own actions. "i'm so sorry, i must sound so selfish! i am just droning on & on about my own problems. i'm sure you don't wish to hear about my marriage & divorce. i do so hope that none of this is scaring you off." she just felt so comfortable speaking her thoughts with him. it was a feeling that she hadn't felt with anyone besides her own family in a long time. she felt safe.

she sat up straight, pulling her hands into her lap & lacing her fingers together & began the chewing of the inside of her lip once more, her nerves getting the better of her. she wanted to hear every word that he said clearly & wanted him to know that she was paying close attention. it was only right. as he spoke she felt a sympathetic smile grace her face. "i am so sorry, that just sounds so awful. i mean, it's good that you stuck around for the work but, how rude!" it almost sounded like she was giving her best Michelle Tanner from Full House impression with that one 'how rude'. the chewing of the inside of her bottom lip turned into chewing of the lip itself. it was a habit that would progress from bad to worse, eventually she'd begin to peel the skin off of her bottom lip if she didn't get a hold on herself. she carefully planned out her next statement before she spoke. "i won't lie, i'm a little happy that it didn't work out with her... because without that, i wouldn't have had the opportunity to have you here." she gave a coy smile & a little playful shove to try & lighten the rather tense topic's of conversation.

feeling his lips against hers once more, one thought took up her entire mind. 'God i could live here...' she swore that one thought was so loud that he could probably hear it. the words that he spoke about being afraid to get hurt again, rang true with her. "i can definitely understand your pain there. it's a terrifying thing to put yourself back out there after going through heartbreak like that.

"Oh weeks apart is even worse. But good for you two doing what is right for them even if it's hard." Oliver chuckled softly "I have no doubt that you would Mum love is a intense love that is super human." He had never really thought about kids before, he loved kids, he was great with kids. He had never been with anyone that had kids before and to be honest it didn't seem to bother him. Oliver knew that it would be a while before he met them so before that happened he would be a supportive ear for Karlie to talk about them and miss them.

"Yup." he sighed softly as he brushed away some hair from her face. "A girl, for love. Well what I thought was love... it was going well for a bit and then she met someone else and instead of leaving I stayed for the work." He licked his lip and shrugged "It all worked out in the end I guess but since that I haven't really been in a real relationship." He kissed her softly again "I guess I've been a little afraid of being hurt again."

[jannaphia]

Well, the game industry layoffs have finally reached my neck of the woods as well and I've been let go of my position as General 2D Artist at Redox Interactive.

Not sure what to do next, but I'll probably go back to university in September. I think it's time for a new chapter 💫

[msnihilist]

So, I wasn't going to say anything about this because responding to anon hate doesn't accomplish anything, but this one I got this morning stuck out to me, and it's just because of one line.

"...someone you hurt is gonna expose you for every single evil thing you've done."

It's just such an interesting thing to say to someone you don't know and never will know.

I mean, I'm a normal person. Raised by parents who loved me and tried their best. Participated in middle school plays. Had high school drama. Tried an instrument for a year. Juggled college and a job. Lost some people. Y'know, ordinary life experiences for someone my age.

I haven't done anything "evil," believe it or not. I'm a good boy who obeys laws and I don't enjoy hurting people.

If you talked to old friends who ended it on bad terms with me, I'm sure they'd have a whole list of my bad qualities. Off-color jokes that I made, selfish decisions, accidents that snowballed.

But that's just... Normal? I'm sure this anon has done bad things, too. That's just life.

When I was five, I punched my little brother so hard that he got a bloody nose. Is that "evil"?

When I was nine, I stole some loose change from a friend of mine. Is that "evil"?

When I was fifteen, my friend told me that she was planning to commit suicide in December, and I was scared so I told her parents even though she expressly did not want them to know. Is that "evil"?

Fandom antis are so fascinating. The use of the word "evil" says all that I need to know about how this person thinks; enough that anything else they think is automatically worthless to me.

People can't be split into good and evil and, even if they could be, you can't tell that about someone just because of what art they create.

Would it make you feel better if I was "evil," anon? Would you feel vindicated if I hurt people, if I caused suffering in the world, if people had their lives ruined by me, all because I write about the "wrong" fictional characters kissing? That's pathetic, and sad.

I hope you find happiness in your life, anon. Seems like you need it.

[brown-little-robin]

I think I'm in the "conscious incompetence" stage of being a social animal in the real world and it sucks so majorly. bro what do you do after you realize you're bad at socializing and then in-person interaction gets harder because you know you're failing at it now.

[unearthlytwilight]

oh, the funniest part about that Nedry conversation goes beyond "he was the cheapest available option". in the film, it's framed as Nedry's fault that he didn't bid high enough (+ him not understanding the scope and then complaining because of laziness), because clearly friendly grandpa Hammond would pay him if he just asked. the "don't get cheap on me, Dodgson. that was Hammond's mistake" conversation does a lot of work to make him just greedy.

(he's also much meaner by implication - the "magic word" recording implies that he's fine with leaving everyone on the island to death by dinosaur. in the book he explicitly intends to go back before anyone notices he's gone and turn the security back on. it's a little thing, but he's not blasé about leaving everyone to die like his film version apparently is.)

in the book, Hammond made Nedry program totally in the dark, then wouldn't pay him overtime for fixing the bugs (which receive a lot more detail) because they were "his fault", and went so far as to defame Nedry to his other clients unless he sucked it up. this is explicitly called blackmail. it's made clear that Hammond just didn't want to pay him and that that was what drove Nedry to steal the embryos in the first place.

Gennaro is also interesting because film-Gennaro is not really a straight adaptation of the book character. he's essentially a mish-mash of Gennaro and Ed Regis' worst traits with some of Hammond's greed thrown in there for extra hateability.

Gennaro in the book is questioning the park safety even before he steps foot on the island, cares about the kids, and does a lot of cool shit that saves lives like restarting the generator even though he knows Arnold tried and didn't come back. he doesn't like it initially, but he does grow a spine and do it anyway. Regis is portrayed as a smarmy PR guy who covers up how unsafe the park is, but he's also nice to the kids even though he resents that Hammond roped him into babysitting and does feel bad after running off after the T-rex and leaving the kids alone, and his death is the thing that motivates Gennaro to conclude that the park is beyond saving instead of him getting his.

film-Gennaro essentially gets Hammond's greed, which is portrayed as personal but also him being spineless and bending to the greedy investors' will (the primary investor in the book is actually sick of Hammond's shit and tells Gennaro to "burn [the park] to the ground" if it's not safe), Gennaro's initial cowardice, and the worst parts of Regis' personality as well as the running away from and death by T-rex, so he's a lot worse. the "blood-sucking lawyer" thing is totally original to the film and really emblematic of how bad his character got it.

Jurassic Adaptational Changes

Still upset about the changes made with regards to who lives and who dies in Jurassic Park’s film adaptation.

John Hammond, the millionaire cost-cutter bitterly frustrated with the inconvenience of having to tolerate an investigation into his park’s safety after a display literally kills and eats one of his working-class handlers? A man who responded to a literal park fatality by bringing children to the island? He gets to walk away scot free and live out the rest of his days in his giant mansion.

Donald Gennaro, the attorney hired by Hammond’s investors who are understandably very concerned with the fact that his park is killing people? The man Hammond maligns as “The Blood-Sucking Lawyer”? Eaten by a T-Rex.

Robert Muldoon, the park’s security expert responsible for ensuring the safety of the staff and visitors? A man who has apparently had multiple arguments with Hammond about the fact that the velociraptors are too dangerous to be an exhibit, period? The velociraptors who are, themselves, responsible for the workplace fatality that instigated this whole thing? Forced to sacrifice himself to prevent yet another person from falling victim to the raptors that Hammond adamantly refused to dispose of.

During a financial argument with Dennis Nedry, the spanner in the works who Hammond explicitly hired because he was the cheapest available option, Hammond says these iconic words: “I don’t blame people for their mistakes, but I do ask that they pay for them.” And yet it’s everyone else who has to die in payment for Hammond’s mistakes. It sure is nice to be a rich white man.

But it’s cool, I guess. He feels really bad about it and spends the rest of his life getting more people killed as a dinosaur rights activist in the sequel, so I guess it’s probably better this way.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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