#im waiting for a good blade... yes....

[autism-corner]

were so back btw

[anglbnny]

celebrity what? ♡ Multiple blue lock

.ᐟcw: fluff, slightly suggestive, mentioning your celebrity crush to them

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ISAGI YOICHI 

When he catches you absolutely drooling at the TV screen, he’s a bit taken back. He sits beside you for a while before speaking up. “I’ve never seen you watch something so intensely” you look over at him and grin. You wait for the right moment and point at the screen “i’m only doing it for him, he’s sooo finee” you groan, throwing your bed back. 

Isagi just stares before awkwardly laughing. “Haha.. yeah he’s cool.. Or whatever” he mumbles. A very obvious pout plastered over his face. 

Later that night this man is literally trying to get under your skin, physically. His arms are so tightly wrapped around your waist, face buried in your chest. 

“Why do you even like that guy…” he says quietly, making you laugh.

“Yoi’ don’t tell me you’re still thinking about that” 

“I’m also a celebrity.. Well- not a celebrity but i’m popular, so why him” 

“Baby..” you tried covering your laugh, running your hand through his hair. “It’s just a celebrity crush, nothing else” he stays silent before finally speaking up. 

“You’re mine though, right? No one else’s” 

“Yes baby, i’m yours” 

SAE ITOSHI

You’re giggling at an edit on your phone. Sae turns around, the bed dipping as he moves closer to you, looking over at your phone. 

“What’s so funny”

“Oh nothing, just an edit” you giggle, saving it to your gallery. 

“You’re smiling at that lukewarm thing?” he scoffs, taking your phone out your hand, making you whine and reach out for it.

“ Give it back, sae!!” 

“You have shit taste, and i’m better than that thing” you gasp, hitting his chest. He reluctantly hands back the phone. Not showing it but you can clearly see that he’s mad. 

That night when you finally crawl into bed wearing a cute little nightgown, lying down on his chest, his hand slips under the silky fabric, pulling a quiet moan out of you. “I’m the only man that should be on your mind” 

RIN ITOSHI

You casually mention a celeb you think is cute while scrolling, and Rin immediately glares.

“Tch. You're fucking stupid if you think he’s better than me.”

You try to laugh it off but he’s dead serious, jaw clenched.

Later, while you’re brushing your teeth, Rin traps you between the sink and his body, towering over you. His arms wrap around your body, too tightly. 

“Rin, is something wrong?” you asked, tilting your head up to look at him, scowling. 

“Don’t mention other guys again” his lips trail down your neck, leaving featherlight kisses along your shoulder blades. 

KAISER MICHAEL

You accidentally mention your celeb crush infront of him and all hell breaks loose. He’s scoffing, pouting, rolling his eyes, telling you that there is literally no other man better than him and he should be your only crush. 

“That thing? Pfft, fucking basic. I’m a way better option” you stare at him with the most confused expression, because this man is tweaking for no reason. 

“Misha, you’re literally my boyfriend” 

“That shouldn’t stop you from having a crush on me” 

“Your logic is flawed” you laugh, he narrows his eyes on you. Before you know it, his hand is wrapped around your arm, pulling you towards him to make you straddle his lap. 

He looks annoyed, fingers digging into your flesh. “He’s not the one who gets you wet every night, is he?” 

“MICHAEL!” you gasped, hitting his chest only for him to pull you closer to him. His face is dead serious. 

“He’s not the one you make you cum over and ov-” you slap a hand over his mouth, face red and flustered. 

“Stop.. enough..” you mumble, avoiding eye contact. “Im sorry for having a crush, i won’t have one ever again” you can feel his lips curl up into a smile, under your hand. He licks your palm make you yank it away. 

“Good, that's my girl” he smirks, gently kissing your lips. 

SHIDOU RYUSEI

You mention a hot celeb in passing and Shidou SNAPS.

"That fuckin’ poser?! Tch."

He's immediately in your space, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

"Bet he couldn’t make you scream like I do, yeah?"

He kisses you rough, biting your lip just enough to make you gasp — and he smirks when you cling to him. (Shidou does NOT let you forget who owns you.)

NAGI SEISHIRO

When you say the celebrity's name, Nagi just blinks at you.

"Huh... but I'm here..." he doesn’t even under why you have a celebrity crush, it makes no sense. 

“I know baby but it’s just.. You know” you whine, not being able to explain a celebrity crush. 

He looks genuinely confused and a little hurt, tugging you down onto the bed with him. large body trapping you.  Lazily tangling his limbs around you, he buries his face in your chest like a big sleepy cat.

"You don't need anyone else... just stay here..."

You end up staying in bed the entire afternoon, his sleepy affection melting your heart.

REO MIKAGE

When you tease Reo about a celebrity crush, he just grins, in reality he’s dying on the inside. He can’t figure out why you would crush on other guys when he literally gives you everything. Stuff no other men could give you. 

But then he disappears for an hour... and returns with a bag.

Inside? A stupidly expensive bracelet you offhandedly said you liked WEEKS ago.

"Pretty girls deserve pretty things," he hums, clasping it onto your wrist.

“Reo.. this is beautiful” you mumble, kissing his cheek, twisting your wrist and admiring the way the light catches it. It was crazy he bought this because it was stupid expensive. Maybe not for reo but it was still expensive. 

"And none of those guys can treat you like I do. They can’t spoil you like i do." he says, a bit pouty before wrapping his arms around you. 

He makes you straddle his lap afterward, demanding thank-you kisses until he forgets why he was mad in the first place. (he wasn’t technically mad, just pouty)

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A/n: Some fluff cause why not

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[Masterlist]

[girlinterupptedsblog]

hii i had a request!! maybe reader let rafe hit raw for the first time and once he wasnt inside he couldn’t help himself/stop so he barely gave her time to adjust and was whispering things like “i’m sorry baby, you just feel so good, i can’t stop” and stuff to her!!

(i sent this request earlier but idk if it went through:(( if it did, ignore this one lmao im so sorry again)

It didint went through first time love glad you sended it again

Can’t Help Myself

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex (p in v), explicit smut, overstimulation, lack of proper prep/time to adjust, Rafe being unhinged and possessive, light breeding kink undertones, creampie, slight degradation, praise, filthy talk, choking, dominance, rough pace, manhandling, slight dubcon vibes (you consent, but it’s intense), obsession, marking, possessiveness, general filth.

Your back hit the mattress hard, his mouth hot and messy against yours, hands gripping your thighs like he was trying to leave permanent bruises behind. Everything about Rafe was rushed, desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment for far too long and couldn’t control himself anymore.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, breath ragged, “you sure about this, baby?”

You nodded quickly, chest heaving, skin flushed. “Yeah,” you whispered, already breathless, “I want to feel you. No condom this time.”

That’s all it took.

Rafe growled—actually growled—and grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down, your cheek pressed into the sheets. You heard the unmistakable sound of his belt unbuckling, zipper dragging down, his low grunts of frustration as he fought to get his pants off fast enough.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he hissed, dragging his cock through your soaked folds, already throbbing against you. “Been thinking about this—fuck—been dreaming about this pussy raw.”

You gasped when the head of his cock pushed in, stretching you more than you expected, more than you could handle all at once. “Rafe—wait—”

But he wasn’t listening.

He shoved inside you with one rough thrust, filling you to the hilt before your body could even adjust, forcing a sharp cry from your lips as your walls clenched hard around him.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he groaned, fingers digging into your hips bruisingly. “You feel—fuck—you feel so fucking good like this, I can’t—I can’t stop.”

You whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as he pulled out just enough to slam back in, hips snapping against your ass with a force that stole your breath. He didn’t give you time. Didn’t let you adjust. He just kept going—hard, fast, deep.

“Rafe, slow down,” you choked, back arching, nails clawing at the sheets.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he rasped, voice hoarse and ruined, one hand wrapping around your throat, yanking you up so your back was flush to his chest. “You just feel too fucking good. This tight little pussy’s gripping me like a vice—fuck, I can’t help myself.”

His teeth scraped along your shoulder, biting down hard as his other hand slapped your thigh, forcing your legs wider. His pace never slowed, brutal and relentless, cock battering that spot deep inside you with every thrust.

“Gonna ruin you,” he snarled against your ear. “No one else is ever gonna fuck you like this. You’re mine. You hear me?”

You could only nod weakly, too far gone, his hand still squeezing your throat, dizzy from the pressure, from the overwhelming pleasure tearing through you.

“Say it,” he growled, thrusts getting even rougher—if that was even possible. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, voice breaking, body trembling.

“Damn right you are,” he grunted, slamming into you again and again. “Taking this cock raw like the filthy little girl you are. Fuck—gonna fill you up so good, baby. You want that? Want me to cum in this perfect pussy?”

“Yes, Rafe, please—”

He groaned loudly, hand leaving your throat to grab your tits, squeezing roughly, using your body like it was his toy. “Fucking begging for it,” he murmured, cock twitching deep inside you. “You’re gonna take it, every drop. Gonna breed you, fuck you full.”

You came hard, body convulsing, mouth falling open in a silent scream as your orgasm tore through you like a wave. Rafe cursed, slamming into you a few more times before he buried himself to the hilt, cum spilling inside you, hot and thick, his name a broken moan on your lips.

Neither of you moved, his cock still inside you, both of you breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. His grip never loosened, possessive and heavy.

“I’m not done,” he whispered darkly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I’m never fucking done with you.”

[luvyeni]

free the boob ! ๑. ( 스트레이키즈 )

[ req? yes / no ]

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ─── skz reaction to not wearing a top to bed ..

( 対 ) ot8!skz + fem. reader wc. 1k genre smut · contains! a bunch of boob and nipple play , that’s pretty much it . mature content. / back to library

﹙ 𝐢𝐯.ㅤ 방찬 : bang chan﹚ .ᐟ

oh you wanna sleep shirtless? fine by him , his shirt is coming off too. he doesn’t care , if he can go to sleep without a shirt , who is he to stop you? “if you’re comfortable like that then it’s fine with me.” he actually loves the skin to skin contact … almost a little too much , sometimes his hands creep up , first he starts about rubbing your tummy , soothing you. then his hands slowly move upwards , to your boobs , giving them a light squeeze, kissing your neck. “you feel so nice.” whispering in your ear. “fu-fuck i need to feel you baby , ne-need to fuck you.”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯.ㅤ 리노 : lee know﹚ .ᐟ

thinks you’re trying to tease him. “are you being a brat?” he’s skeptical. “i’m serious , but i can put a shirt on if you want.” well he didn’t say all that. “no keep it off , just get in bed.” he doesn’t actually care if you sleep with a shirt on or off , just let him cuddle you , this is his wind down time. “never wear a shirt to bed again.” he said his chin resting on your shoulder blade. “you seem to like it a bit too much.” feeling his hard cock against you , pushing your ass against him , he groaned. “fuck this.” flipping you over , feeling you up. “i can cuddle you after im done fucking you.”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯.ㅤ 창빈 : changbin﹚ .ᐟ

such a giddy mfer , just a giggly playful mess as he climbs into bed with you. “look at what he have here.” he said with a smirk. “you forgetting something?” he says with a smile. “hmm idk am i?” you tease , making him bit his lip. “it’s more comfortable like this.” he nods. “i bet it is , but you’re so beautiful baby and this is turning me on.” he groans , gently rubbing your waist . “well binnie i never said you can’t touch me.” and that’s all he needs to have his hands on you — his mouth either. “fuck why are you so pretty hm? you don’t know what you do to me.” he groans. “gonna make you cum so hard princess just wait.”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯.ㅤ 현진 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

the boob man himself , he’s in heaven when he walks into the bedroom and sees you just laying there with your shorts on watching your phone. “baby.” his little giggling. “yes?” you don’t look up as he gets into bed. “what’s going on here?” he says wrapping his arms around your waist , his head resting on your bare chest. “it’s more comfortable like this.” you sighed as his hands come up to your boobs , slowly rubbing them , pinching your nipples. “is it?” he said , kissing them both , giving them equal attention. “hyun-hyune.” you moaned. “just lay back baby.” he kissed your cheek softly. “let me make you feel good.”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯.ㅤ 한 : hanji﹚ .ᐟ

would literally prefer it if you do that honestly — in fact he would want you to walk around like that. to be able to stare at your boobs all the time? hell yeah , he loves coming home from a long day of work , just to see you watching a anime without a shirt on. “hello pretty boy.” his little cheeky smile as he climbs into bed with you , pulling you close to him. “i love this so much.” he said , kissing your chest , not even in a sexual way sometimes — most time it is — sometimes he just wants to hold them , or rests his head on them while watching the show … most times though , they’ll end up in his mouth , sucking on your nipples while watching the show.

﹙ 𝐢𝐯.ㅤ 필릭스 : felix﹚ .ᐟ

as long as you're comfortable , that’s what makes him happy. “you aren’t gonna be too cold right?” poor baby he’s just worried for you. “well then you can just hug me right?” of course he wouldn’t give you the chance to hug his precious baby. “is this comfortable?” you nodded , hes just giving you a bunch of loving kisses and cuddles , making you laugh. he genuinely won’t make it sexual unless you want him to. “you want me to touch you?” and he had no problem of giving you what you wanted. “of course princess.” his mouth is on your nipples as soon as you give him the confirmation , he’s ready to make you feel good.

﹙ 𝐢𝐯.ㅤ 승민 : seungmin﹚ .ᐟ

“why just the shirt , just take everything off.” if you want to sleep naked fine by him. “because i just want to sleep topless , it’s comfortable , you got a problem?” can you blame him for staring though? “you wanted to be shirtless , of course i’m gonna stare.” he scoffs when you call him a pervert. “did i say not to stare , but if you’re gonna stare, at least touch me.” now he feels like you did it on purpose. “is that the cause of all this.” he says pinning you down to the bed. “fucking brat if you want me to make you cum you could’ve said that instead of teasing me with your tits out.”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯.ㅤ 아이엔 : i.n﹚ .ᐟ

not gonna lie , he’s a little confused. “you want to sleep without a shirt?” when you nod , lifting your shirt over your head undoing your bra. “is that a problem.” well of course not , why the hell would he have a problem with his girl laying in bed without a shirt. “go a head.” he doesn’t know if he should look or not. he doesn’t want you to think he’s just looking at you like a object but like , you’re boobs are so full and he just wants to touch them , your nipples hard make his mouth water , desperate to get his mouth on them. he’s fighting demons. “jeongin you don’t have to do that, you can touch them. once he hears that , he’s pouncing on you. “fuck i’m so hard , you’ve been laying around here like this for hours.”

©️LUVYENI

[hollandsangel]

2:15 am | c. sturniolo

HI yes im alive who’s surprised (me, i am)

self proclaimed mayor of the ‘chris can’t sleep alone’ club (doing gods work, you’re welcome)

summary: chris cant sleep & you’re the perfect remedy

wc: 834

gif by @hotelstares !

you haven’t been asleep very long. maybe twenty minutes or half an hour.

you’re in the midst of a fuzzy dream when your phone starts to vibrate on your dresser next to your bed. the sound is difficult to recognize at first, getting all mixed up with your dream in your mind. eventually it wakes you up, tugging you away from the soft haze you’d been emersed in.

groggily, you reach over for the device, squinting your eyes to try and read the contact. your eyes are bleary, but you’re able to make out your boyfriends name and contact photo after a brief seceond.

“chris?” you wonder through the line upon answering, voice thick with sleep and hardly above a whisper.

“hey ma,” his voice is smooth, like he hasn’t been asleep yet.

“hi…i think i was dreaming about you,” you say as you let your head fall back against the pillow, rubbing gently at your eyes with your other hand.

“yeah?” he says through a deep breath. the smile your confession elicits from him is audible and contagious.

“yeah, either that or i just spent the last four days with you and my brain hasn’t realized we’re apart yet,” you think he must be able to hear your smile as well.

“my brain hasn’t really realized it either,” he mumbles, getting a little bit shy.

you close your eyes, content being soothed by his voice.

“what time is it?” you ask him, even if you could easily look at your phone screen for the answer. opening your eyes feels like too much work.

chris answers of course, without hesitation, “2:15,”

“it’s pretty late, you okay, bub?” you ask him before answering your own question, “can’t sleep?” you know how he gets, always needing someone close by when he drifts off.

you can imagine it’s a bit difficult tonight, considering you spent the last few nights sharing his bed. you’d found it a little harder than normal too, having gotten used to his arms tucked around you, his face pressed against your shoulder blade.

“i miss you,” he mutters and it makes you blush, “and i don’t wanna crawl into bed with matt or nick, i know it won’t help,” he admits, letting out a long breath.

“you wanna come over?”

“would that be okay?” he seems a little bit embarrassed, like he might be inconveniencing you.

“of course, chris,” you open your eyes now, reaching over to turn on your bedside lamp, “i want cuddles now,” you say sheepishly, face still half pressed against your pillow, muffling the words.

“mmk, i’ll get an uber, be there soon,”

“kay, love you,” you sigh, waiting for him to hang up.

“love you too,” he says first, making you smile even if you’ve heard it a thousand times.

in the twenty minutes it takes for chris to show up, you’re drifting in and out of sleep, trying your hardest to keep the lull of exhaustion at bay as you wait, no matter the difficulty.

soon enough, the sound of a key in the lock sends a small jolt of wakefulness through you, and you anticipate the subtle push of the door as he comes through to your bedroom.

“nick or matt’s bed wasn’t good a enough?” you tease, watching him turn a little red as he shuffles into your room.

“i wanted to sleep in your bed,” he mumbles, beanie hanging low and covering his eyebrows, pajama pants hanging lower. he lifts the duvet and crawls in with you, immediately wrapping you in his arms, “nd’ i wanted to sleep with you, not my stinky brothers.”

you laugh, stifling it against the blankets “m glad you’d rather snug with me,”

“you kidding? you’re the best snugger around.”

“i’d say,” you hum, tugging his beanie off and tossing it somewhere on your floor.

he gives you a squeeze before reaching over to turn you so you’re facing him, “thanks for letting me come over,” he mutters, beaming in the low light. he looks so pretty like this, grinning down at you, illuminated by the soft glow of your lamp. he reaches up slightly and brushes your hair from your face.

you have a small moment of realization; he’s admiring you the same way you’re admiring him. you think your heart grows in size, gratitude making it swell up.

“thanks for comin’,” you whisper back, leaning up so your noses touch.

chris closes the gap, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling back and kissing your forehead too.

“night,” he tucks you against him, keeping you close, “i love you,” it’s sweet, how his tone changes. it’s tired now, chalked full of sleep and you can’t help but think it’s because he’s with you now, and that’s what puts him at ease enough to finally relax.

“i love you too,” you whisper into the barely-there space between you, watching as his eyes close and his lashes kiss the tops of his cheeks.

you can’t help yourself, leaning forward just enough to kiss him there too.

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[mangooes]

Dodge a Bullet, sweetie.

The warehouse was already on fire by the time Sylus stepped out of the shadows, blood mist curling around his boots like loyal snakes. His crimson eyes glinted in the flickering light, face cut in a perfect balance of boredom and annoyance.

“Didn’t even bother sending the big dogs, huh?” he muttered, cracking his neck.

“Sylus, focus,” (Name)’s voice came through the coms—sharp, concerned, and absolutely bossy. “You’ve got six on the roof, three behind the shipment crates, and someone’s trying to snipe from the scaffolding up north. Take a left and—”

He sidestepped without looking, a bullet grazing past his cheek before he effortlessly sent a black-red energy tendril to yeet the sniper off their perch with a bone-crunching crash.

“Left enough for you, sweetie?”

“Yes, but stop flirting and move, they’re circling you from behind—!”

Another quick shift of mist. Sylus twirled, and three men were disarmed—literally—and flung into metal containers like ragdolls. He exhaled a bored breath, flicking blood off his fingertips as if swatting away dust.

“Sylus!” His wife hissed again. “You’re toying with them—stop being cocky and just wipe them out!”

“Oh, kitten,” he purred through the coms, walking with an unbothered gait as chaos exploded around him. “You’re too cute when you pretend I’m in danger.”

“You're alone, Sylus. Not even Luke or Kieran with you. I have every right to worry—”

A metal bat swung at his head from behind.

Without looking, Sylus caught it mid-swing, snapped it in two, and kneed the poor fool into unconsciousness.

“Sweetie, I’m not alone,” he said with a grin. “You’re right here in my ear. That’s enough to make me invincible.”

“That’s not how logic works,” She groaned.

“That’s exactly how my logic works. You’re my lucky charm.” He spun gracefully mid-air, kicking two attackers simultaneously before pinning another to the ground with a tendril and stepping on his chest.

“Ugh, I swear, if you die trying to flirt—”

“I’d rather die being loved,” he teased, voice low and smug.

“Sylus.” Her tone darkened.

“Yes, kitten?”

“...Duck.”

He bent just in time as a blade whooshed above his head. “See? You really are my good luck charm.”

More tendrils shot out, a mass of energy and mist that devoured the last few enemies like wolves descending on prey. Within seconds, it was over.

Sylus stood in the center of the wreckage, casually adjusting his cuffs, wiping a spalsh of blood on his cheeks, like he didn’t just obliterate an ambush squadron with nothing but sass and a bloodthirsty aura.

“Dozens of men, full ambush squad, barely a warm-up.” He walked out as flames curled behind him. “Remind me again why I even bothered stretching?”

“Because I made you,” (Name) deadpanned, the sound of her typing something in the background. “You’re reckless without me. Also, I had a bet with myself how long it would take you to flirt mid-fight. I lost. It was literally the first five minutes.”

Sylus chuckled darkly. “Can you blame me? You’re the voice I want to die to… or live with.”

“That line was so bad.”

“And yet you’re still blushing.”

“Am not—”

“Kitten.”

“...Shut up and come home.”

“I’m on my way,” he said with a grin, stepping over unconscious bodies as if he were stepping over puddles. “Save me a kiss or ten. I’ve worked very hard tonight.”

“You flirted your way through a bloodbath.”

“And still managed to make you flustered. That’s talent.”

She didn’t reply, but the soft giggle at the end of the line was all Sylus needed to hear to make his grin stretch wider. He vanished into the night, blood mist trailing behind him like a cloak of shadows, already eager to be home—where the real reward waited.

His wife. His queen. His softest weakness and his greatest strength.

HEYYY ASKJDASNK IM BACK okay anyways i hope i capture sylus's flirty nature well...cuz im so bad at writing one. IM SO EXCITED CUZ TMRW IS HIS BDAY BANNER TRAILER WOHO YES MY BABY BOY'S BDAY ASKJDNASK.

[benevolentbones]

Haiii idk how to word this but basically season 10 spencer reid seeing reader in a backless dress nd hes all flustered but also really attracted to her ? idk if i worded this right sorryy

green dress | spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: mention of scar, uncomfortable body image! fem reader

word count: 1.5k

a/n: thank you for your request!! i hope you enjoy this<3 requests still open, im getting through them! reblogs n comments always appreciated <3

you’ve always been insecure about how you looked in dresses, especially backless ones.

a year or so ago when you were out on the field, an unsub had managed to corner you and stabbed you in the back resulting in a scar a few inches long that rested between your shoulder blades.

even before the incident you weren’t keen on showing off much skin, but now the scar made you even more self-conscious.

you often found yourself shying away from outfits that revealed too much, particularly those that might expose the mark left behind from that encounter.

the fear of judgment and the constant reminder of that day made it difficult for you to feel confident in anything but the most modest clothing, so when you went out dress shopping, and penelope pulled out a backless dress she could immediately sense your discomfort.

you were out with penelope and emily, using your very rare day off to go dress shopping for agent rossi’s annual ball he liked to host in his mansion.

a frown graced your features as penelope held up a simple dark green satin dress with a plunged neckline and, of course, it was backless.

emily noticed your frown, turning around in one of the many dresses she had tried on in the last hour. this one was by far the nicest, it hugged her nicely and the shade of red complimented her striking features.

“c’mon y/n, you’ll look so good.” emily hummed, smoothing down the dress on her form as she looked in the mirror.

“i- i don’t know guys- you know that’s not really my style.”

“oh but it could be- just try it on please!” penelope practically begged, shoving the soft fabric into your arms. despite your dislike for showing off your body, you knew this would make the girls happy so you obliged, stepping into the changing room and drawing the curtain closed.

penelope and emily waited anxiously for your return, still adorned in the dresses they were also trying on. penelope opted for a bright pink number, with many layers of tulle, very much her style.

you slid the curtain back, taking a step out and shuffling awkwardly towards the mirror where the girls sat. their expressions ranged from shock to excitement, penelope had a huge grin on her red stained lips.

“you look perfect!” she squealed out, adjusting her thick framed glasses to get a better look at you.

emily nodded in agreement, her dark eyes scanning how the dress hugged your form. “wow..you’ll be the prettiest at the party.” she chuckled.

you stood in front of the mirrors, turning slightly so you could get a look at how the dress sat on you. you had to admit, it suited your figure well, accentuating your curves. you turned to see the back of the dress, it cut rather low, stopping just before the small of your back.

your eyes flickered up to the scar on your back, you instinctively rolled your shoulder blades back. “i- i don’t know…” you mumbled out under your breath.

penelope shook her head. “you look amazing- you have to get it.”

still uncertain you sighed, “i feel so exposed- im not used to this.”

emily glanced towards penelope, a smirk turning up on her lips before she spoke. “that’s spencer’s favourite colour you know..” she muttered out half casually.

instantly you could feel a rush of warmth spread to your cheeks, the thought of spencer seeing you at the party in a dress like this made you nervous. you shot emily a fake glare which she returned with a knowing smile.

“so….yes to the dress?” penelope quizzed, eyes wide as she waited for your answer. you paused for a moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“fine..”

~

it was the night of the party. guests were arriving, music was blaring, derek and spencer were standing near the punch bowl.

as you walked in, you could feel the buzz of excitement in the air. the soft fabric of the dress clung to your skin, making you more aware of every movement you made. emily and penelope flanked you, their presence giving you a bit of courage.

you scanned the room, heart pounding, until your eyes landed on spencer. he was deep in conversation with derek, but as if sensing your gaze, he turned. his eyes widened slightly when he saw you, and a small, appreciative smile played on his lips.

spencer’s figure adorned a deep green suit, complimented with a black shirt and tie, the colour a few shades darker than the dress you were wearing. your eyes flickered away, as you whispered to penelope.

“did you know-“ she cut you off with a small smirk. a breath escaped your lips as you drew closer to the two men, emily and penelope not leaving your sides incase you decided to make a dash for it.

“wow you ladies look incredible.” morgan whistled lowly, penelope and emily as if on que, abandoned your side, linking arms with derek. “i’ll see you later lover boy.” morgan shot back to spencer as he lead the two women away from you.

spencer’s eyebrows furrowed at morgan’s comment, his gaze quickly fixing back on you.

spencer's eyes widened as they fell on you. his jaw dropped slightly, and a rosy hue crept up his neck to his cheeks. he fumbled for words, clearly flustered.

"y-you look... amazing," he finally managed to stammer out, his voice barely above a whisper.

you felt your own cheeks warm at his reaction, your heart fluttering. you took a step closer, your eyes meeting his, and you could see the genuine awe in his gaze.

"thank you, spencer" you replied softly, a shy smile playing on your lips. despite feeling so out of place and out of your comfort zone in the dress, the way spencer looked at you made you feel…confident.

he cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure. "i mean, —you always look nice, but tonight... you look... stunning."

the sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat. spencer, usually so composed and articulate, was completely gobsmacked, and it was all because of you.

his gaze shifted to the dress again, now noticing the low cut, how it showed off your back and the scar between your shoulder blades. he felt a surge of warmth rush to his cheeks, his breath practically getting caught in his throat.

"i, uh," he started, his eyes still locked on you, "i didn't expect... i mean, wow." he let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, soft brown locks falling over his face.

"it's just a dress…” you said, though you felt a thrill at his reaction.

"no," he shook his head, his gaze unwavering, "it's not just the dress. it's you. you're... breathtaking— you’ve always been breathtaking.”

his words left you momentarily speechless, the intensity of his gaze making you feel both exhilarated and shy. you took another bold step closer, your hands lightly brushing against his.

"spencer, i.." you began, but the words failed you. instead, you let your eyes speak for you, hoping he could see the effect he had on you.

he took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as they curled around yours. “—you’re- god.. you’ve always been so beautiful- and i should’ve said something earlier— told you sooner..”

your eyes widened as he spoke, the taller man taking a step closer to you, his hand resting at your waist, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin on the backless dress. your breath hitched slightly at his warm grasp.

“i— fuck.” he mumbled out, for once in his life spencer found himself unable to formulate a sentence, to describe how he felt about you. he had longed for you, for months, years even..and now he had the chance to just tell you.

your eyes flickered over his facial expression, the pale pink hue deepened as he brought his gaze back to meet yours. his dark eyes traveled down to your lips once more.

he wanted nothing more than to just kiss you right now, the way the light made your skin glow, how the dress wrapped around your body- the low cut back, it was all too much for him.

spencer leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. it was gentle at first, filled with the unspoken feelings you both had kept hidden for so long.

as the kiss deepened, you felt a surge of warmth and happiness, a feeling of rightness settling over you. his hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer, and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, losing yourself in the moment.

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[digiflora]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍!

... aka something super self indulgent because i'm going insane right now

༊*·˚ featuring ➻ the hsr men

༊*·˚ gia's notes ➻ this is probably gonna get posted way after exam season is over but here it is!!! my coping mechanism!!! i have 3 exams in 8 days im gonna explode bro. and before that i had a THREE HOUR STATISTICS EXAM 😀😀

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 MAKES SURE THAT YOU SLEEP COMFORTABLY.

you've been running yourself into the ground recently with revision- yes, it's important and you need to study to get good grades, as he is more than aware of due to your multiple stressed rants to him when he suggests that you take a break.

it doesn't bother him, not really. he knows that you're beyond stressed right now and don't mean to be so snappy. he just wants to make sure that you're still taking care of yourself despite everything.

he's in your dorm room, not really making much noise, scrolling through reals with his phone on mute, just present to keep an eye on you and get you to take a break whenever it's been a little too long since you've moved from your desk.

it's some time where it's debatable whether it's very late or very early- both of your sleep schedules are fucked- and there comes a little thunk from your desk that interrupts the otherwise silent room.

your boyfriend glances up, smiling in triumph as he sees that you've finally succumbed to the nap that he's been trying to convince you to take for the past... 36 hours? something like that.

and now that your body has finally given in to exhaustion, he springs to action.

you'd been studying for days, you'd done more than enough for your upcoming exam, and a solid few hours of uninterrupted sleep is exactly what you need right now.

he slips off of your bed, his movements quiet and calculated as he sidles up next to you. your glasses are smushed against your face, and he gingerly removes them as gracefully as he can. you stir a little as he does so, and he grimaces, waiting for you to settle again.

it looked like you would wake up if he carried you to your bed- looks like he'll have to improvise.

he snags the fuzzy blanket folded neatly at the foot of your bed, wrapping it around your sleeping form still sat at your desk as best as he can. he then takes one of your smaller pillows, coaxing it between you and the solid wood of your desk as best as he can before admiring his handiwork.

hopefully, you wouldn't wake up with a stiff neck.

and finally, as a cherry on top, he places a kiss to your squished cheek and sits back down to let you take a well-deserved nap.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ BLADE, gallagher, BOOTHILL ++ your faves!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 IS YOUR PERSONAL ASSISTANT WHILE YOU'RE STRESSING.

you don't have to lift a single finger when he's around. luckily for you, his exams finished a lot earlier this term than yours did, leaving him ample time to help you as much as he is capable of.

and what an attentive boyfriend he is! amidst all the stress, you can't help but swoon for him all over again because of how attentive he's being towards you. he just wants you to help you study and not worry about anything else!

if you're hungry, he'll have a plate of food ready for you before the request has even left your mouth. your back or neck is aching due to being hunched over? his strong hands are rubbing circles into the muscle, making you sigh contentedly as the stiffness melts away.

he's honestly like an angel in your time of need.

you feel guilty about how one-sided this all is, but he merely smiles, giving you a quick kiss and assuring you that he understands and just wants you to do well. you almost cried because of how sweet he was being.

once these exams are over, you're definitely going to make it up to him.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ GEPARD, jing yuan, sunday ++ your faves!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 ACTS AS YOUR TEMPORARY STUDY PARTNER.

despite not doing your degree, he's clever, and he knows enough without googling to help you out when you revise.

he's an advocate for the "teach someone about a subject until they understand it as well as you do" and luckily for you, he's all ears... and even if he does get some things a little quicker than your fried brain can explain, he still bites his tongue and plays a little dumb to probe you further with questions to test your understanding.

it'll help in the exam.

you've decided that this is way better than being cramped in a booth in the library- you have the freedom to wave your arms around and pace the room, to fully illustrate your thoughts and knowledge as he flips through the colourful flashcards that you made, reading the answers on the back of each of them, grilling you on the questions like a tiger mum.

he'll be damned if you don't get an A.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ dan heng, DR RATIO, welt ++ your faves!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 DEFUSES YOU WHENEVER YOU'RE GETTING TOO STRESSED.

in the days leading up to your exams, it was best to describe your stomach as a pit of nerves. it was honestly distracting you from revising, all the pent up anxiety that churned within you until you were on the verge of a meltdown.

and while you may be too stressed to realise all of this and do something about it, your boyfriend's watchful eye realises this.

and so he does what he does best- he makes you feel better.

he pulls your body to rest against his where he lies in your bed, his large hand drawing comforting circles up and down your spine- and after a few minutes he can feel you melt into him, your body finally releasing the pent up stress that it's been holding for too long.

"it's ok to take a break, honey."

you sigh into him, and he hugs you tighter.

"c'mon, let's go outside for a few minutes. it'll help you feel a lot better."

you shake your head.

"you wanna just stay here for a bit?"

he feels you nod against his chest.

"ok, then let's do that."

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ SAMPO, luocha, AVENTURINE ++ your faves!

IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY ... do you want somebody like i want somebody?

the sweet and caring nature of the hsr men is also shown through them being your roommate <3

[killjoy-prince]

My opinions have changed slightly

Did a sorter and these were my top 12

[usagiarchive]

blade x gn reader, fluff

okay so blade has been infecting my brain so much recently I just can't get enough of him

something I specifically love the idea of is blade with aftercare after a particularly rough/degrading session (especially for reader). like the intimacy of taking care of one another, of coming down from dom/sub headspaces, the reassurance that none of the harm was caused in malice.... ugh I need this man so bad 😓

aftercare — blade x reader

sypnosis. [ 0.4k. slightly suggestive at the start !! then just fluff. ]

usagi's note: HII HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE FOR U!! im not the best at writing dom/sub, but i am a sucker for soft aftercare!! tell me ur thoughts on it! enjoy blade lvrs! 💕

“Darling, you okay?” Blade asks, worried, as he pulls out, breathless.

You raise your face from the pillow and hold a thumbs up, letting out a small hum of approval then flopping back onto the pillow.

He caresses your forearm, “Wait, baby, I'm gonna run you a bath,”

You nod into the pillow, relishing the feel of your sore muscles, feeling the bruising on your neck along with the indents of your lover's teeth blossom into red and purple.

You try to focus on getting the post-orgasm haze out of your system so you could breathe properly and not pass out. It was a good… hard session after all.

Just how he likes it (you do, too).

Blade wasn't a particularly rough lover, no, the mara aside, he's actually really soft and warm towards you. It's just… when things in the bedroom take place, he loses control and goes a bit… harder and rougher than usual.

All had been talked about before even it taking place, he was very thorough in asking what your boundaries were and learning your likes and dislikes in the throes of pleasure and passion.

He returns with a warm cloth and wipes you down, going softer on the spots where the bruises were starting to show.

When you flipped around, he gave you a quick peck, his hands supporting himself to hover above you.

“Hi.”

“Hi…” he whispers, “You alright, darling? I think I went a bit too hard tonight, sorry…” he looks genuinely remorseful that it breaks your heart.

Your hands cup his face and full him in for another, softer kiss.

“‘S alright,” you rasp, “Felt good, nothing I can't handle,” you reassure him.

Blade pouts a little, nibbling on the inside of his lower lip.

“I didn't mean it,” he says quickly, eyes alert and worried, “You're not a slut, you're not worthless or good for nothing,” he says, the end becoming a bit muffled as he buries himself in the crook of your neck.

Oh, this big baby…

“I know, honey, I know, don't worry, I know those were just to get the mood going,” you giggle a bit.

He whines, “Still…” then pulls away, hovering over you once more, “I love you, more than anything, you're not any of what I said, you're mine and I care for you,”

Your heart melts and your face betrays you when it morphs to let out a sappy smile.

“Love you, too, Blade,”

The two of you spend the next quarter of an hour cuddling as Blade massages the sore parts of your body. Talking about what had just happened, things you really liked and would like to happen again, and things you had a slight iff about.

“How about that bath?”

“Yes, absolutely, I made it warm for you.”

“Thanks, honey.”

usagi's note: again thanku for requesting and tell me what u thought!! hope i did good hehe, ill try to improve more ^^

GIRL IM NOT KIDDING ITS 6 AM, I HAVEN'T SLEPT AND I HAVE CLASSES (😭) AT 10 AM. im gonna kms i hate mondays bcs i have to go to class early, but its kinda okay i guess cuz i go home at 4 like ???.

@usagiarchive 2025. do not repost, translate, or use for AI. reblogs, likes, and comments are very appreciated!!

[starlightsuffered]

Make Her Finish (Hal)

Info - possessive Hal, horny Hal, discussing waiting till marriage to have sex, high sex drive, Hal being insecure, discussing faking orgasms, Hal not being verbal during sex, knife play, carving initials in skin, cutting away clothing, spitting in mouth, demanding praise, unprotected sex, accusing someone of faking an orgasm, ass slapping, slapping cock on body, injury, licking blood

"It is so good to see you sister," I said smiling.

"Yes, I was gone a long time, but it was well worth it. Edward is the love of my life. You must thank Hal for introducing us," she smiled.

"That's wonderful. I know you were waiting for your wedding night," I said. With how voracious Hal's sex drive was that hadn't been a possibility for us and I was happier for it. My sister had saved herself. "Was it all you dreamed?"

Her expression soured and she looked out the window. The grip on her tea cup tightened.

"He has, he has yet to me make me finish," she said dismally.

"What have you done?" | asked in genuine fascination. Hal never had this issue. I wondered what he would do if I didn't?

"I've been faking," she sighed.

"Faking? How would one even do that?"

"You moan and say you feel good and make your walls contract, it seems to work well," she said sheepishly.

"You need to tell him!" | urged.

"Why?" She asked. "He'll only be upset."

"Or he would try to get better," | offered.

"But, can you get better?"

"Absolutely, I've told Hal everything I like and he's given into my requests. I'm not sure what the monarch would do if he had found l'd faked an orgasm," | chuckled.

Very soon after my last sentence my husband came stalking into the room. I knew the lust filled look in his eyes.

"Do you need me your highness?" | asked immediately.

"Yes!" He said, and dragged me from the room. My sister seemed astonished but Hal was like this. He wasn't used to having his desires ignored. If he wanted something, he went and got it.

Once in his chambers I was thrown against the wall. He was always rough with me and I adored it. He kissed me hard and I gave him the same force. He lifted my skirts and harshly pressed my clit. He swallowed my whimper.

He broke our kiss to get his sword.

"You know, one day you'll empty the crown's treasury with all the dresses of mine you need to replace," ! chuckled. He loved cutting my clothing away instead of dealing with the skirts and lacing.

I could finally breath properly with the corset slit. Sure a little more belly protruded, but Hal often went on and on about my natural form. He was disrobing quickly.

He threw me over his shoulder, landing a smack to my ass. I adored it when he threw me down and was over me in an instant. His eyes were darker than I'd ever seen.

He grabbed my jaw, forcing open my mouth. He spat into my mouth, but kept it open so he could speak his words into it.

"Im going to fuck you, and all the the while you will tell me how good I feel," he said darkly into my mouth. I nodded obediently. He let go and I swallowed his saliva.

"Yes my King," I swore. He sheathed himself inside me after slapping both my thighs with my cock.

"Hal, you're so deep," | whined as he began to rut into me at a nearly unimaginable speed. He plunged in and out of my hurriedly. I heard his little grunt of effort and traced his popping veins. He was really pushing himself.

"You're so good at this. You were made for sex my lord, the length and girth of your cock, the speed you always have, the selflessness of the pleasure you provide," | praised him.

"Oh, fuck, your cock is the only thing that could make the Queen swear," I moaned as I writhed. He pulled out with a wet sound and I whined.

"Hal, what's going on?" I asked. He got his dagger. His eyes looked wild, he was in a different mind frame than me obviously. He was all desperation. He didn't even have the foresight to use the handle, instead he gripped the blade of the dagger, and without pushing too hard, carved his initials into my upper thigh. It only stung a little and his possessiveness made it worth it. He threw the dagger away and plunged back into me.

"Oh yes my king I'm yours, brand me if you like," I said bringing his injured hand to me. I let my tongue flick over the two parallel bloody lines. He let out a whimper at the sight.

'So good to me Hal, how do you outdo yourself every time?" | asked and he began to come, his expression bliss filled. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as his cock hit my g spot over and over. My walls clenched him. I sucked on his bloody hand as I came undone, my walls convulsing uncontrollably.

"That was amazing my King, but I do wish you would have talked more, I love your voice. I must ask though, it seemed like you were trying to prove something. Is there something on your mind?" I asked.

"You told your sister you faked an orgasm with me," he said softly.

"I did not!"

"You said you didn't know what l'd do if I knew," he countered.

"That was hypothetical. I've never NEVER had to fake with you. Every one is incredibly real. Her husband wasn't pleasing her and I was in wonder because you always do it perfectly," I said.

"Oh, sorry about your leg then," he said and bent to kiss the spot he'd cut.

"I don't mind," I smirked. "I like being marked as yours."

"I love you," he moaned.

[maxlarens]

i am on my knees Politely Begging You to write a lil something about carlos :( he literally looks like a puppy :( i love him sm :(

yes definitely i can do that :) im not a huge carlos girly but one of my irl friends is a MASSIVE carlos girly so i channeled her for this. but i do agree he's got those 'whatever u say beautiful' brown eyes lol. hope u enjoy! (ALSO this might make it seem like i hate carlos. which is NOT true. leclerc!readers voice overtook me and shes clearly very headstrong lol)

CS: taking what's not yours

pairing(s): carlos sainz jr x leclerc!reader

summary: you hate carlos sainz, plain and simple.

word count: 1.8k+ (read on ao3)

“Sharl, please tell me he isn’t coming tonight.”

Charles looks at you over the top of his phone, pausing his texting to shoot you an expression so dry that you would laugh if you weren’t so concerned about his answer, “Are you serious?”

“Of course I’m serious. It’s your birthday.”

Charles splutters in shock, starting his sentence a few times over before finally spitting out, “Of course, he’s coming, it’s my birthday.”

You roll your eyes, “So what.”

“So what!” Charles shakes his head, “He’s my teammate. He’s my friend.”

You tip your head back and groan loudly, childishly, and then you slap a manicured hand down on the kitchen counter in frustration. Charles snorts, then goes back to texting as you make faces at him to assuage your compulsion to scream at him.

“Christ,” Arthur says as he comes into the kitchen, “What are you two fighting about now?”

You shoot your youngest brother a look full of disdain and say, “None of your business.”

While Charles, at the exact same time, groans, “She’s mad that Carlos is coming tonight.”

“Oh my god. Typical.”

You make another face and aim a gesture at both your brothers that your maman wouldn’t be very pleased to see if she were here. Arthur laughs and Charles makes the same gesture back at you.

“You know,” Arthur says, his head stuck halfway inside of Charles’ fridge, “You clearly need to hook up with him and get it over with. We all know you hate him because you—”

The rest of his sentence is cut short by you lobbing the nearest packet of crisps at his head, followed by a wooden spatula that hits him somewhere on his shoulder blade. He whirls around to glare at you, the packet of crisps and the spatula clattering unceremoniously to the ground.

“Shut up!” you shriek, “You little freak. I do not want him.”

His mouth hanging half-open, Arthur aborts an attempt to throw a packet of spinach at you in retaliation and lets out a raucous laugh at your expense, “Sure. You react like that and you expect me to believe that you don’t want him.”

“Yes! I do, Arthur. Because I do not!”

You look at Charles incredulously, hoping for some kind of support from the more reasonable of your brothers, but he only shrugs, “He has a point.”

You shake your head, eyes impossibly wide in your complete disbelief. Some younger brothers these two are— thinking that you have a crush on your mortal enemy. It’s insulting. You’re not some half-baked floozy like the women that man usually dates. How dare they act as if you would ever stoop so low as to let Carlos Sainz Jr touch you.

You hiss, “Traitors. Both of you,” you knock Charles’ phone out of his hand, and it lands face down on the counter, “Who are you even texting?”

You don’t wait for the answer, throwing your hands up and storming out of the room. You don’t actually care who Charles is texting, it’s probably his girlfriend— who you love for the record— you’re just mad at him. And Arthur. And it felt good to throw a veritable tantrum even though you’re pushing thirty. Not that it’s your fault— no, that blame is reserved for Carlos, who makes you feel like lava is about to come out of your fucking eyes whenever he’s around (or is mentioned in conversation, or is within a five-kilometer radius of you). How can you be expected to act normal about him when he’s seemingly made it his life mission to piss you off?

Somewhere between the argument and the beginning of the party, you calm down and apologise to Charles and Arthur for being a heinous bitch. You don’t retract what you’d said, but you admit you could have said it in a nicer, and perhaps less aggressive way. You just hope that there’ll be enough people at the party that you can avoid him, you’d like to get through the afternoon without starting a yelling match. Though, half of that decision is decidedly not up to you.

Slowly, the apartment fills up with Charles’ friends until all of a sudden there are so many people that you’re struggling to find a way through the living room. You’ve got an empty wine glass in your hand and you’re on a mission to fill it up.

You’re waylaid by Lando, who’s been trying to set up the DJ deck he’d brought over for at least twenty minutes now. You stop to watch Max, squatting halfway under the fold-out table, untangle a truly unruly mess of wires, passing them up to Lando one at a time. Max’s girlfriend shoots you an exasperated look as she impatiently holds onto hers, and what you assume is Max’s drink.

You raise an eyebrow, “Need anything?”

“Nah,” Lando answers, leaning over the decks to reach for a few wires from Max, “Tell Charles the music’s almost here.”

You nod, sharing another dubious look with the other girl in your vicinity, “Great, he’s excited.”

“Won’t be long,” Max adds, voice muffled by the table.

Max’s girlfriend shakes her head minutely, then mouths ‘Another twenty, at least.’ You have to stifle a laugh as Max pokes his head out from under the table to glare at her.

“I can see you.”

She shrugs, “I was betting on it.”

You watch them smile fondly at each other, their eyes sparkling with an emotion that you know well but haven’t had the privilege of experiencing in a long while. It makes your heart ache with jealousy, longing. Something like that. You wave goodbye and leave before they put you in too sour of a mood, promising to find them later. You’re not sure if you’ll hold to that, as much as you hadn’t wanted it to, this afternoon is turning into a bit of a bummer for you. Carlos has been lingering at the edges of everything you’ve been doing, every conversation you’ve had. He’s here already— you’d caught a glimpse of him coming in the front door. You’re just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Then you push your way into the near-empty kitchen and it does.

He is in there and he is holding your bottle of wine.

A fire ignites immediately in the pit of your stomach, burning hot and bright at the sight of him and his stupid face. You bite the inside of your lip hard to stop from saying anything unsavoury and grip your wine glass with enough force you’re afraid you’ll smash it to pieces.

“That’s mine,” you say instead, in your calmest voice.

Carlos’ head snaps up, his hair flopping across his forehead. He blinks owlishly at you, mouth hanging halfway open in something like shock. You tear your eyes away from his, looking pointedly at the bottle of wine in his hands. There’s no glass for him to pour it into but you have to suppress a scowl anyway.

“Hello,” he says, making no move to place the wine back where he’d found it.

“Sainz,” you answer.

You stand there, surveying each other in silence for a few moments. The air is thick with the buzzing electricity of whatever tension you two cannot help but generate in the presence of each other. You watch him run his tongue across the row of his perfectly straight, white teeth.

Eventually, you bite, “Are you deaf? Put my wine down.”

Infuriatingly, he just raises his eyebrows, “Your wine?”

“Yes,” you grit your teeth, “My wine.”

Carlos shrugs in a way that makes you want to stomp forward and strangle him to death. He knows full well that he’s pissing you off beyond belief— you can see it in the way his eyes glint, in the way his mouth turns up at the corner. And maybe Arthur was right earlier because right now you’re not sure if you want to shove him out a window or grab his face and kiss him so hard that his mouth bruises.

Fuck.

You’ve been really trying to avoid coming to that conclusion. It’s not that you’re blind. You know objectively, logically, that Carlos Sainz Jr is crazy hot. But you hate him and you never want to be one of the gorgeous model women that he drags around everywhere for his own entertainment. You’re better than that, you’re not destined to be the short-term girlfriend of some man before he decides to throw you away for someone different. You’re a Leclerc. That means something. Being Carlos Sainz’s girlfriend doesn’t— and you don’t appreciate having to fight your own thoughts for control over something like that.

“Eh, well,” he says, “If you didn’t want anyone to touch it you should have put it away.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, “You’re fucking infuriating.”

You stalk across the kitchen without thinking, stopping a few paces away from him. You make a grab for the neck of the bottle and he pulls it quickly away, his arm lifted to keep it up out of your reach. You scowl openly now— what a child.

You jab a finger at him, just shy of poking it right into his firm chest, “Give that back.”

He laughs, a boyish, but vindictive thing that makes your head burn hot, “Say please.”

You spit, “Fuck you,” and you make a grab for it.

For a split second, you’re entirely confident in your ability to reach high enough. You boost yourself with a hand on the counter and almost almost reach the bottle in his grip. Then your hand slips, or your shoe slides on the tile and you’re suddenly face-planting right into Carlos’ body. Sheer anxiety floods your body as you anticipate landing in a mortifying pile of limbs at his feet, but before that can happen his arm winds tight around your waist. His fingers flatten into your side, keeping you in place as you find your footing again.

Both of you are still for a tense moment. The arm that was holding your wine hostage has lowered, the bottle left forgotten on the counter as his hand flattens against your shoulder. Your heart is beating high in your throat, your breath shallow. You can feel his heartbeat through his shirt, steady and rhythmic. His breath tickling the shell of your ear, the stubble on his chin brushing against your forehead. You hate the stirring feeling that runs down your spine and into your toes— the shiver that you have to suppress.

You push against the arm around your waist, stumbling back when he releases you like you’re on fire and he’s just been burnt. He is staring at you, expression ragged, mouth hung half open. You tell yourself you don’t know what that look means. You tell yourself that you’re not feeling the same thing.

You lurch forward to snatch the wine off the counter and then skitter out of his reach, pointing a finger at him, “Don’t touch my shit again, Sainz.”

He holds his hands up in surrender, his expression changing back into something you’re comfortable with, something you know what to do with, “You got it, Leclerc.”

⭐ i had so much fun writing charles&arthur&reader like i am very fond of them as siblings. i will have to write them again i think. also did anyone spot the max x photographer!reader cameo???

mandatory song inspo:

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[meadowindreams]

Melting icecream

Neo was being healed by Jaune, as he did so she admired, his face, the way his hands were gentle with her body, treating it as if it was glass relic to be worshiped with warmth and tender.

Jaune: There that should be it, how do you feel

Neo: "better"

Jaune:Im glad i could help them

Neo: "But theres one place, that's you need to reach so that im properly taken care of"

Jaune:Okay what is it?

Jaune:Wait what?

Neo: "SEX"

Jaune: WHAT?!?!?

Neo: "yes my knight in armour"

Jaune: Neo wait please tell me youre joking

Neo: "No sorry but mama needs to know the taste of yellow"

Jaune: Neo wait i- i-

As Neo slowly walks towards him, as if she is hunting him as prey, Jaune slowly walked backwards, but he tripped, and fell onto his bed

Jaune: Neo wait please i

Jaune couldn't resist, and whats worst is that he has no idea, if it because she was significantly stronger, or he really wanted this like she did deep down in his mind, with his body craving her touch, he wanted to pushed her face, but he could help but breathe in her taste, and they ripped off his clothes and they relase all the sexual tension they build up over the months.

Somewhere in heaven, Pyrrha, sparking her blades and breathing heavily as if she is about to fight god: YOU SOFT SERVED MELTED ICECREAM SKANK, GET AWAY FROM HIM

Somewhere else, a man is weeping as he looks at his daughter, make out with the enemy,

Roman Torchwick: good choice kiddo, i hope he make you happy

[fuctacles]

Witch Hunt

extra 1 | extra 2 | #witch hunt au

for @steddie-spooktober "witch" & @stevieweek "i don't know about this one..." prompt which i've altered quite a bit but used it twice so it kind of evens out, right???

E | 2568 | transfem!Steve (goes by Eve), witch!Steve, demon!Eddie, medieval fantasy, some arson and murder boyfriend vibes, magical srs, possible continuation, im sorry for all the lore | Ao3 more spooktober: "would you please stop trying to scare them?"

Eddie hated his job. Not only the human realm was much colder than Hell, but also, the Deal didn't always work. The success rate has been increasing each time, but it still pissed him off when nothing happened after he's been freezing his balls off for hours. He was starting to think all his fur was just decorative. 

When he had arrived at Heimdall's, the guy threw him a skimpy tunic that barely covered his privates. 

"Is this the only one you have? You can see my whole dick and balls in it," Eddie had complained, but beggars can't be choosers and all that. 

He wraps the fabric tighter around himself when the next gust of air moves clouds away from the moon, making the pile of debris in the clearing visible. Time passes and Eddie waits impatiently, tapping his hooves against the ground, and idly picking stray grass blades from his tail. It seems like the pile moves a couple of times, but it's just the wind disturbing it. 

A distant clock tower strikes midnight, and finally, the ash pile moves and keeps on moving, until a hand emerges. Eddie straightens up, his tail twitching in interest. 

The ashes start breathing, the charred remains get knocked down and a coughing fit raises a dark cloud into the air. She'll be spitting soot for hours, but at least she's up now, another success for the statistics. 

He decides to take pity on the poor girl and steps away from the fence he's been perched on, making room for his wings. With two good swats, the dirt is gone, leaving a slightly dirty, very naked woman in the middle of a charred circle. 

He raises his eyebrows. 

"These fucking perverts burnt you naked?"

She finally notices his presence, her red-rimmed eyes blinking rapidly to clear her vision, and stands up on shaky legs, still low on energy after her resurrection, barely maintaining her balance. Suddenly, Eddie doesn't seem to matter anymore, as her hands fly to her chest. 

"What...?" she murmurs to herself.

Eddie tilts his head, watching the human with curiosity. Usually, the arrival of a demon gets a bigger fanfare, he's almost insulted, but he waits patiently. He already did for so long, and now he has something pretty to lay his eyes on for once. Witches usually came with ugly meat sacks, even after their resurrection. 

"Where the fuck is my dick?!"

Ah, yes, that would explain it. The naked thing, too.

"Do you want it back?" Eddie asks because he's a demon with manners. 

"No!" she protests immediately, eyes snapping up to him from observing her crotch. "No," she adds softer. "I like it like that." Her hand reaches down to inspect her new parts, so Eddie takes it upon himself to swat it away with his tail.

"Hey!" 

He tsks, his long tongue slipping out to flick in a warning. 

"Let's not put any more dirt in your holes, okay?" he berates her. Regretfully, he shrugs off the tunic he's been wearing and throws it at the girl. "For your modesty, m'lady." 

She glowers at him but slips it over her head anyway. What was small for the demon, doesn't do much more for a human, especially not one with the curves that she has. She wrinkles her nose. 

"Is there even a point? You can see my whole—"

Eddie slaps her hand preemptively. 

"Hey! I wasn't even touching it!" 

"Your hand was too close."

"No, it wasn't!" 

Eddie rolls his eyes. 

"Let's clean you up and then you can touch it all you want. You have a river in this ditch?" he asks, nose twitching in the air. He turns at the same time the witch points her hand. 

"To the left of the village." 

Eddie's eyes stray to the cluster of houses she seems determined not to look at.

"Do you have anyone left there?" he asks curiously.

"Not anymore," she scoffs, taking off towards the river. 

Eddie has to follow her, he can't risk losing a witch, but an urge flares inside of him that he has to let loose. He claps his hands together and starts rubbing, sparks flying until a fire forms in his palm. He bounces it from one hand to another and nuzzles it with his finger, always happy to work with the little guys. When he feels the witch is watching him, he refocuses and whispers to it:

"Go, little one. Do your worst."

The flame flies off his palm, aided by a push from Eddie's phantom wings. 

She doesn't ask, only eyes him curiously, but he pushes gently on her back to prompt her into walking along his side. 

"It's gonna take a while," he says without any other explanation. 

The walk isn't long, and soon she's handing over the tunic and dipping into the lazily flowing water, dark like ink but glittering with the reflection of stars above. The night sky is probably the only thing Eddie misses in the Underworld. 

He sits on the plush grass, observing as the witch dunks under the surface and rubs her skin until it turns pink. It still contrasts with the water like it's made of the finest porcelain. 

"I guess you're clean enough to explore now," he says as her movements slow down like she's already contemplating it. She must be, he can taste her curiosity from his spot on the river bank.

"You're gonna sit there and watch?" she glowers at him.

"Of course," he answers matter-of-factly. "I'm a demon."

She huffs, but this time it sounds more amused. Her hand travels down her body.

"What's your name, witch?" Eddie asks, resting his chin on his hand. 

"Stev—" she hesitates. 

"Eve?" he picks up curiously. That would be hilarious. 

She kind of nods, kind of shakes her head. 

"I was Steven, then I went by Stevonne, but..."

"That's okay, take your time," Eddie reassures her. "This is your Rebirth, you can pick any name you like."

She hums, and he can see her hand making slow, circling movements under the water. 

"I like Eve," she admits.

"Yeah?" Eddie perks up with a smile. "You can call me Eddie. It's nice to make your acquaintance, Eve."

She smiles and opens her mouth to say something, but her attention is pulled somewhere above Eddie's shoulder. The water starts glowing orange. 

"Looks like the little guy is having fun," he hums, not looking around. The glow of fire looks better on Eve's skin anyway. 

The river carries distant cries for help, a reminder that it's not just a big, pretty bonfire. 

"Don't worry, he'll get them all," he says.

"I'm not worried," she assures quickly. 

Eve's fixated on the fire consuming her village, her eyes full of awe and the reflection of flames. She's glowing in the now orange water and she looks gorgeous reflecting Eddie's carnage like that. She'll look breathtaking among hellfire. 

"Maybe we could spare some," he wonders out loud with a lazy smile. She looks back at him. "So we can hunt them down later. The way they hunt my new favorite witch."

She smiles, mean and thrilled. He'll have to fight fang and claw to keep her.

"Maybe we could." 

They look at each other for a long while, until his eyes dip. 

"You done?" Eddie looks pointedly at her stilled hand. She sighs with frustration. 

"It's way different from this angle," she complains. 

Eddie laughs out loud, the sound echoed by the collapsing church that used to tower over the townsfolk. 

"Need a hand?" he offers, rolling his eyes when she eyes his claws with distrust. He flicks out his tongue instead. "Need a tongue?" 

Eve's totally on board for that, clambering out of the water, her hazelnut hair dripping over her curves. The wet shine on her skin reflects the dancing flames and Eddie would be in love if he knew how to.

"Weren't you appalled that I was watching you just seconds ago?" he laughs at her, a little bit mean, but he already knows she can take it. 

"Turns out I like that," she shrugs without shame, making Eddie's smile grow. The sight of his sharp teeth doesn't deter her either. In an instant, he has a lap full of a human, or at least as much of one there was left in Eve. He has her tits right in his face and he wouldn't be a demon if he didn't give them a taste, licking the river water off her skin. She sighs, fingers tangling in his unruly mane of hair, seeking purchase in his horns. He groans when she grabs them, and wraps his arms around her, pressing into her skin so he can flip them around, and lay her down in the bed of grass. 

Her yelp turns into a delighted laugh and Eddie trembles with the sound. They don't make witches like that anymore. Free and open to the joys of life, ready to frolic and mingle with the things Unknown. Christianity made it so hard for demons and fae to get laid. 

He presses hot kisses down her torso, spends extra time sucking around her navel, then nibbling around her mound, hiking her thighs higher and higher, nosing at the crease there, inhaling her scent, until he gets to his destination. It takes two, three expert licks for Eve to lock her legs around him and scream into the night. 

Eddie gently laps up around her hole, her juices too precious to let fall on the grass below. Her breath hitches and she trembles but doesn't move away. 

"Do you want more?" he asks, black eyes searching for an answer. 

Her eyes are still full of fire.

"Yes."

So he gives her one more, then three, until he loses count and his tongue is numb and Eve's but a puddle of human-shaped limbs underneath him. When he laps at her entrance, drunk himself on her smell and taste, she spreads her legs invitingly, eyes blown and impossibly wide, sparkling with flames. 

They stare into each other's dark eyes as he slithers his tongue inside. He rubs against her walls, searching for her face for a reaction, but she's too out of it for anything more than an involuntary twitch of muscles. However, when he moves away, she seems disappointed. He crawls up her body to properly look at her face, but before he can say anything, she lurches forward.

Kissing is not something he's used to in such circumstances, but he indulges anyway, letting her tongue inspect the sharp points of his teeth, and maneuver his hand on her breast. He squeezes, laps, and sucks, letting himself get lost in this new dance. 

"You know," he says when she breaks away to restore oxygen. "I don't do that outside of sealing a deal," he admits.

Eve blinks at him owlishly. 

"You don't kiss just for fun? Aren't you a demon?"

Eddie barks out a laugh. 

"I guess kissing is too tame for our tastes." 

"What's your taste?" she asks, curiosity radiating off of her in hot waves. 

He hums, caressing her side.

"Insane witches, apparently."

"What do you do with them?" she presses on, her leg moving dangerously high up his body, the coarse hair of his thighs not enough to deter her.

"Well, personally..." Eddie likes to play with his food, a habit he couldn't shake since his childhood, so he rolls away from Eve to lie on his side instead. To placate her, he starts playing with the hair that grow low on her belly. "I collect the resurrected witches and show them around. You'll get a tour of Hell and any other realms you wish to see, and then I'll help you settle wherever you feel like."

With every word, the pout on her face only grows. 

"You're not keeping me?" she asks, playing up the whine in her voice, but he knows there are genuine feelings behind it. 

"Witches aren't meant to be tied down," he explains apologetically. "They're free spirits abusing the laws of reality." He reaches for her hand to press a kiss against her fingers. "It's a power best wielded in solitude."

She pries her hand away and sits up.

"Why would I want the power if I can't share it? Don't witches have like... familiars? Or something?"

Eddie frowns.

"A witch of your power doesn't need one. They're meant to amplify and aid spells, and you're pretty much on the same level as a common demon."

"Are you a common demon?"

"Yes," he nods. 

"So we can't make a deal?" she presses on. 

His frown deepens. 

"Why would you want a deal with someone equal in power? Deals are made between a master and a servant."

"But is it not possible? Can't I have an equal by my side? A partner in crime?"

Maybe he should backtrack on her being his favorite. She's asking too many questions, ones he's not used to from a freshly reborn witch. He sighs. 

"Technically you can, but it's an exclusive deal. You're tied for eternity, you belong to each other. It's not a common practice," he says, playing off what he's been told and overheard. "Master-servant contracts have an expiration date and are easier to break. I'm not sure a deal like that could even be broken."

Eve wraps her hands around her knees, processing the information. 

"So I could tie a demon, or an equally powerful being, to myself for all eternity?" 

Somehow, Eddie doesn't like the idea of Eve making a deal like that with a random demon. He nods, though.

"Yes."

"Let's say I'd want to do that with you, right now. How would that look?" she asks curiously. 

He thinks about it, imagines it, and it pains him deep into his core. 

"A simple deal is sealed with a kiss or a blood pact. A deal between equals requires an intercourse."

"Huh."

The idea doesn't seem appalling to her, which doesn't surprise him at this point. He can feel her eyes sliding down his body.

"You're not going to find my dick like that," he says with amusement. 

She huffs but doesn't budge, searching his gaze instead. 

"Wouldn't you want to make me yours? And you mine?"

Eddie considers it. 

"I never thought about it before," he admits. "Is that something you'd want?"

She lays back on the grass with a sigh. 

"I'm just tired of being alone. Of nobody staying. You're the nicest person I've met in years, and you're not even human." He laughs at that, and she turns towards him with a smile. "You burnt a village for me." She frowns. "Unless you do that for all the witches."

Eddie quickly shakes his head. Too quickly.

"Only the most mistreated ones," he admits. 

"Is it a pity thing, then?"

"No," he protests again. "I wanted to do something nice for you."

Eve smiles. 

"Thank you."

He smiles back, and when he leans down, she meets him for a lazy kiss. 

"Would you make me yours?" she asks when they part and the offer sounds alarmingly tempting. 

"You should meet other demons before making a commitment like that," he says, and she rolls her eyes. Then, his ears twitch as he finds the perfect distraction for them both. 

"You ready to hunt?" he smiles down at her, wide and dangerous. "Someone escaped the fire."

ko-fi

[evnseokz]

{ ☆ plaything - s.es }

pairing: femboy! eunseok x f. reader

contents: pegging, reader dresses eunseok up, sub eunseok, dom reader, eunseok is a slut ngl, dirty talk, pet names, overstimulation

a.n: ok these concept photos inspired me to write this cause he looks so good in a skirt im dying fr i need that so bad w.c: 926

MINORS DNI

he blushes so easily when you touch him, even more when you dress him. soft little gasps escaping his lips as you tug the lacy thigh-highs up his smooth legs, adjust the tight pastel skirt over his hips, and fix the delicate bow around his throat like you’re tying him up in pretty little promises.

eunseok looks gorgeous like this — flushed, delicate, trembling in your hands. the skirt barely covers his ass, riding up with every shift of his hips. he keeps squirming, shyly tugging the hem down, but you just smile and push his hands away.

“don’t hide,” you say, voice low and firm. “you wanted to be my pretty little plaything tonight, didn’t you?”

he nods, biting his lip, lashes fluttering. “y-yeah. i… i wanna be good for you.”

you hum in approval, dragging your fingers under his chin until he looks up at you with those wide, glassy eyes. “then bend over for me.”

he whimpers. a soft, needy sound that has his knees going weak. but he obeys, turning around and leaning forward over the bed, hands gripping the sheets, ass pushing back in that flimsy little skirt like he wants to be seen. the fabric hikes up just enough to give you a perfect view — no panties. of course.

“so eager,” you murmur, reaching between his thighs to tease him. he gasps, thighs trembling, body already sensitive just from the idea of what’s coming. “all dressed up for me, and already dripping.”

you let him wait like that for a while. bent over, exposed, needy. teasing him with soft touches and praise while you strap up, watching him squirm under your gaze.

when you finally press the head of the toy against him, he lets out a breathless moan, pushing back just a little, desperate to be filled.

“please,” he whines. “please, i want it. i want you.”

you give him exactly what he needs — slow, steady, making sure he feels every inch of it as you sink in. his fingers clutch at the sheets, knuckles white, legs shaking already.

“oh fuck—” he gasps, voice high and trembling. “feels so—so full…”

you set a rhythm, hips snapping forward as you drive into him, hard enough to make the bed creak and his moans spill freely. every thrust pushes little, broken whimpers from his throat — his skirt bouncing, thighs shaking, eyes rolling back as you ruin him.

“look at you,” you growl, gripping his hips, watching the way his body takes it. “my pretty little slut. all dressed up and fucked dumb.”

“yes—yesyesyes,” he babbles, drooling into the sheets, lost in it. “feels so good, i love it, i love your cock—please don’t stop—”

you reach around and stroke him, matching the rhythm of your thrusts, and he screams into the bedding, body jerking, overwhelmed.

“come for me, baby,” you whisper, voice like sin. “be a good boy and make a mess.”

he shatters with a cry, back arching, his whole body convulsing as he spills all over your hand, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

and still, you don’t stop.

he’s shaking. still bent over, arms limp beneath him, ass slick and red from the force of your thrusts. his thighs are trembling, twitching every time you move — and you’re still inside him, your strap buried deep, keeping him full while he sobs into the sheets.

“too much,” he whispers, voice cracked and hoarse. “i—i already came, i can’t—”

you hush him gently, leaning down to kiss between his shoulder blades, hands soothing along his waist. “you can, sweetheart. and you will. you said you wanted to be good for me, remember?”

he lets out a helpless whimper, hips jerking when you rock into him again — slow, deep, grinding more than thrusting now, but it’s enough to make him cry out. his cock’s soft but twitching again already, drooling against his stomach like he’s too weak to even get hard properly.

“you’re doing so well, baby,” you murmur, dragging your nails gently up his spine. “just one more. give me one more, and i’ll let you rest. promise.”

he nods, though his whole body trembles with it — tears clinging to his lashes, lip bitten red, still so, so pretty in his little skirt. you reach down to stroke him again, slow and deliberate, while you start to fuck him in earnest — not rough, not punishing, but deep, unrelenting, like you’re shaping him to take it perfectly.

“oh my god—” he moans, body arching. “oh my god, it’s too much, i’m gonna—i can’t—”

“yes you can,” you breathe into his ear, your voice sugar-sweet but firm. “you’re my good boy, right? you love being filled up, don’t you? love how deep i get inside you.”

he sobs something that sounds like yes, muffled by the bedding, and then he’s unraveling again — back arching, his whole body going taut as a second orgasm crashes over him. it hits him harder than the first, his moan punched out of his lungs as he spills again, shaking so hard you have to hold him to keep him steady.

you don’t move for a moment, just stay pressed against his back, your strap still nestled inside his twitching, overstimulated hole. your hand strokes his side slowly, grounding him, letting him come down.

he’s crying a little, soft and pretty, his voice barely a whisper now.

“thank you… thank you, thank you…”

you kiss the side of his neck and smile.

“that’s my perfect boy.”

…

..

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[ohmaswife]

heyyy big fan of ur works !! they are so gud T_T could i maybe, please request an ohma x reader fic inspired by im still in love with you by sean Paul & Sahsa? like ohma nows the reader is in love and tries to stop them from loving him bc he knows its a bad choice doesnt know how to love. yet the readers advances convince ohma and just barley gives in. just IF you want to :)

(pretty please)

Still in love with you.

Tokita Ohma x Reader

Summary: Ohma’s always kept you at an arm’s length away, but how much longer can he go on like this?

*GN reader, no pronouns mentioned

Word count: ~1.6k

A/N: ahhh sorry this took so long to come out, but I just adore this request!! listened to the song a few times but i have to admit, i had to turn on ‘temperature’ because that song is a STAPLE in little 12yo nini’s middle school playlist 😎😁 planning on safe and sound p2 to be next! PLEASE PLEASE enjoy! ❤️

Masterlist

For months, Ohma has been running from the inevitable. 

He’s watched you, felt your love in the way you look at him. In the way you refuse to give up, no matter how many times he’s tried to shut you out. And it kills him, because he loves you too. He’s loved you from the start. 

But love just isn’t meant for a man like him. 

Love is a weakness, a risk, and something he’s convinced will only end in disaster.

He doesn’t know how to love gently, and he knows he never will. His life has been a battlefield, a constant cycle of fighting, loss, and survival. Love? That’s something fragile, something people like him don’t get to have. If he lets himself love you, truly love you, what happens when he can’t protect you? What happens when you realize he’ll never be the man you need him to be? What happens when the chaos that surrounds him inevitably swallows you whole? He can’t take that chance. So, he’s left with no choice.

He has to push you away. He has to.

The night is already cold, the chill of the wind sending shivers down your spine, and Ohma only makes it worse.

“I don’t love you,” Ohma tells you, his voice colder than you’ve ever heard it. 

It’s a lie. A cruel one, but he forces himself to say it anyway. 

Standing in front of him, he sees the hurt flashing across your face, the tears welling in your eyes as you start to shake. But you don’t back down.

“Yes, you do.” you say just above whisper, and the certainty in your voice cuts deeper than any blade ever could.

Ohma clenches his fists, looking away, because if he meets your eyes for too long, he knows he’ll break. 

“I don’t,” he repeats, even harsher this time. Like he’s trying to convince himself more than you. 

“You’re better off without me.”

You shake your head, frustration and heartbreak warring in your expression. “You think I don’t know who you are? You think I don’t see all of you, the good, the bad, the broken? And I still love you.”

His breath hitches. For only a moment, Ohma’s mask slips, his pain flickering through. He wants to reach out for you, to tell you he loves you more than anything, but he can’t. If he does, he’ll lose himself in you. And if he loses you one day? He doesn’t know if he’d survive it.

So he continues to push you away.

“Go home,” he mutters. “Forget about me.”

Silence lingers between you, heavy and suffocating. When you don’t move, he forces himself to look at you again, expecting anger or tears. But what he sees instead is something worse, understanding.

“I know you’re scared,” you say softly. “That’s all this is.”

Ohma’s chest tightens, but he doesn’t answer. You exhale, your eyes searching his as you wait for him to say something, anything. 

But he doesn’t. 

He can’t, and after a long, painful moment, you nod. “Fine,” you whisper, voice barely audible. “I won’t beg you to love me.”

With that, you turn and walk away. And Ohma lets you. Even though every instinct in his body screams at him to chase after you, he remains still.

Days pass.

Weeks pass. 

Then months.

Ohma tells himself over and over that he did the right thing, that pushing you away was the best choice for both of you. 

But if that’s true, why does everything feel so empty?

He sees you almost every day, just like before. But there’s a distance between you two now, a quiet sadness in your eyes that he knows he put there. And it eats away at him.

At night he can’t stop dreaming of you. He dreams of your smile, your laugh. The way you look at him like he’s someone worth loving, like he’s more than a weapon. But when he wakes up, it’s always the same. He hates himself, because no matter how much he tries to deny it, he knows the truth. He can’t stop loving you no matter how hard he tries.

Pushing you away didn’t make the feelings go away. It only made them stronger.

He thinks about you when he’s training, when he’s walking home alone, when he sees something he knows would make you smile. Every moment without you is a reminder of what he lost, of what he threw away.

Ohma’s in the ring mid fight, his body tense and his opponent circling him like a predator waiting for an opening. Normally, he’d be focused, every thought honed in on the fight. But he knows you’re there, knows you’re watching. And out of the corner of his eye, he can see you.

Looking your way, it’s like the whole world fades away, and it’s just you. You look different. Stronger, more distant, but still so damn beautiful it makes his stomach twist. 

But you aren’t looking at him with the same longing you used to. No, you’re composed, controlled. As if you’re looking through him, and not at him. It should make things easier, but it only makes it worse.

Suddenly his opponent's fist flies toward him. He dodges it at the last second, but it’s sloppy, too slow. His opponent capitalizes, landing a sharp blow to his ribs that sends Ohma staggering back. The crowd roars, but Ohma barely hears it. His mind is on you.

Why are you here? Did you come to see him, or are you just here because this is the world you’re a part of? He hates not knowing. And he hates that after everything, you still have this much control over him.

The match dragged on longer than it should have. Ohma won, but it was much messier than usual. He wasn’t himself through the entire night, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Because for the first time in a long time, the fight doesn’t matter. You do.

But by the time he looks for you in the crowd, you’re already gone.

And that’s when he knows.

You finish tidying up your dinner, just about to get in the shower when you hear a frantic pounding on your apartment door, making your heart jump out of your chest.

Opening the door, your eyes widen in surprise. 

“Ohma?”

You haven’t been this close to him in months, avoiding each other whenever possible.

“What’re you doi-?”

But he doesn’t wait. He can’t wait any longer.

“I love you.”

His words hit you like a shockwave, rendering you speechless. You search his face, fully expecting him to take it back, to say he’s kidding. 

But he doesn’t. 

Instead, Ohma steps forward and enters your apartment, closing the door behind him. With his voice quiet but firm, he continues. “I lied that night,” he admits. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. And I was an idiot for thinking I could pretend otherwise.”

Your heart is pounding, unable to believe his words, or that he’s even in front of you. 

“Then why did you-”

“Because I was scared,” he cuts in, voice rough with frustration. “I thought I was doing the right thing, that pushing you away would protect you. But all I did was hurt you. And I can’t keep doing that.”

Tears prick at your eyes, but you blink them away. “So, what are you saying?”

Ohma exhales, then reaches for you, hands cradling your face like you’re something precious. His hands tremble, his touch rough yet achingly gentle, afraid you’ll disappear if he isn’t careful. His dark eyes search yours, filled with hesitation, longing, and something deeper, something raw and unspoken. 

Then, finally, he closes the distance. His lips lightly brush against yours, tentative at first. Testing the waters, still unsure he’s allowed to have this, if he deserves this. Deserves you. 

But when you press closer, when your fingers curl into his shirt, anchoring yourself to him, he exhales a shaky breath and deepens the kiss. It’s slow and deliberate, his lips healing every part of you, making up for all this lost time. His calloused hands slide to the back of your neck, holding you there, terrified this moment will slip through his fingers. 

The world fades around you. The past, the pain, the hurt. All of it disappearing into the warmth of his lips against yours. And in that single, fragile moment, Ohma stops fighting, and he lets himself love you.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore,” you whisper, breaking the kiss.

“I know,” he murmurs, holding you like a lifeline.

He cups your face once again, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, his eyes locked onto yours with a quiet intensity.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admits, voice vulnerable and barely above a whisper.

But you smile, grabbing his hands and keeping them where they are, leaning into his touch. “Then let me show you.”

And for the first time ever, Ohma stops running. 

He holds you tight, afraid you’ll slip through his fingers, his forehead resting against yours as his breath shudders against your lips. His arms tighten around you, as if anchoring himself to this moment, to you. There’s no more hesitation, no more walls. Just the raw, unfiltered truth of his love finally laid bare. 

Your fingers trail through his hair, your touch soothing, grounding. And as he kisses you again, slow and deep, Ohma finally allows himself to believe in something more than just survival. 

He believes in you. In love. In this.