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strawbkoo · 2 years

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pardon the interruption | jjk (m)

Tonight is the night Jeongguk celebrates his company’s success. You’re just trying to show how proud of him you are if only someone would stop interrupting.

pairing: jeongguk x fem!reader

rating/genre: m | teeny bit of angsy for like a second, smut, lil bit of fluff here and there, established relationship au, pwp

word count: 4.4k

warnings: dom!jjk bc he’s my kink, lots of swearing, jealousy, lots of kissing, fingering, being interrupted a lot, alcohol-consumption, manhandling, fucking in public spaces hehe, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, some non-con for like a sec

a/n: hope this oneshot makes up for the time i was awayyyyyyy, so pls enjoy this and lmk if you liked it!!!

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“Penny for your thoughts?”

Your head snaps in the direction of the voice, neck craning to look behind you. Namjoon, the partner of one of Jeongguk’s closest friends holds a glass of champagne up to you, nodding for you to take it. Well, he’s also a good friend of yours, having met because you two seem to come from ‘normal’ backgrounds and not from shiny old money.

Smiling, you take the glass and then gulp every last drop of liquid before hissing at the taste. Shaking your head, you turn around and grab Namjoon’s glass, doing the same.

Namjoon snorts next to you, his interest piqued after the chugging scene, “What’s got you so riled up?”

It’s not the case of what, more so whom. Your eyes stray to where they once were, your boyfriend standing and talking to none other than his ex. Not just talking, oh no. Laughing, and a full-body one nonetheless. Head tipped back, hands grasping at his chest because she’s oh so funny.

Huffing you turn back to Namjoon, you can’t help the jealously building up. Jeongguk’s barely talked to you the entire night, and when you think he’s free, his ex makes her way to him taking his attention away. Now, you know you have no right to be jealous. Jeongguk has repeatedly reassured you that he has no feelings for the woman, and they remain friends due to their families, but that’s it. Yet, the gross feeling bubbling up in your chest at the sight makes you question otherwise.

“This party sucks, and the last time I saw my boyfriend was when he not so subtly ditched me at the bar to go talk to his friends,” you sigh.

Granted, this isn’t just any party. This was a celebration of Jeongguk’s company’s successful merger with the Kim family, something that had been in the works for months. You’re happy for him, sure. Jeongguk’s been agonising over the details of the contract for far too long, and for everything to go correctly and smoothly as it did, it’s a relief. But that doesn’t mean that this celebratory function is particularly enthralling. Business functions are not your cup of tea, full of arrogant businessmen who make you feel inadequate for whatever you choose to do to make a living.

Everything’s fancy, with fancy dresses and dazzling suits. Everyone’s dressed to the nines, you would think you were invited to some royal ball. Your dress was stunning, too, a teal a-line evening dress with flowy bishop sleeves. You felt amazing in this dress, something about how it fit you so perfectly and made you look unbelievably ethereal.

Jeongguk had picked it out for you, a sweet note laid upon the box telling you how he could not wait to see your beauty shine in the dress. But now, with Jeongguk’s eyes straying further and further from you, you can’t help but feel self-conscious. The dress and the guests surrounding you made you feel suffocated, so you turned to Namjoon, asking him to take you outside.

His eyes shone with concern, but with a fleeting looking in Jeongguk’s direction he took your hand and pulled you with him through the crowd. The doors opened to the balcony, and you let go of Namjoon’s hand to lean against the railings, taking in the cold air. You felt the knot at your throat but held it down, you were not about to get emotional over a guy not paying attention to you - you’re better than that.

“You okay?” Namjoon asks, looking at you with concern.

“Yeah, was just not feeling it, y’know?”

Nodding, Namjoon twists around and leans his back against the rails. His head’s tipped back as he breathes in the cool air, “Trust me, I get it. These things are just not my thing, don’t think they are anyone’s.”

“Jeongguk seems to be good with them,” you point out. It’s true, somehow Jeongguk looks like he was made for these things,

“Well, he’s been doing these for years with his family. Y’know how his dad would always force him to come and learn the ropes. He’s probably used to it by now.”

You nod, Jeongguk’s indeed been in this type of life and glamour all his life. He came from a family with a big name and an even bigger reputation. Functions like this with people like them are a norm in his life by now. It made you feel a little inadequate, having been brought up in a typical middle-class household, something far less glamourous.

“Look, don’t overthink this. I get that these types of things are majorly suffocating. And not being able to handle them doesn’t make you inadequate in any way.”

“How the fuck did you know what I was thinking?”

Namjoon chuckles, looking toward you, “When Taehyung first took me to one of these I felt so weird. Like I didn’t belong here, eating the same shit appetizers as these old-money geezers. I got major imposter syndrome just being in the same room as them. But eventually, you fall into a routine, I typically stick to Taehyung or the few normal people I know, and suddenly these things aren’t so bad.

“I get that this is your first time, and Jeongguk’s being an ass by not taking care of you but… He’s just done something so many people were telling him he wasn’t capable of doing. He’s going to want to gloat and let those same guys fill his ego up a bit. They’re all built that way, wanting the lowest hanging balls.”

You both break out in laughter. It felt weird to talk shit about the same people that could afford to buy their life twice over, but something about it was cathartic and relieved a lot of that built-up stress.

“I mean unless this also has something to do with Jeongguk’s attention on someone you’d rather it not be?”

“Fuck off, Joonie,” you pout, turning around to face the view.

“Ah, so it is. Wow, here I was giving you free life advice and really, Yn’s just jealous.”

You huff out a chuckle, “Look, it’s not my fault. I wouldn’t be jealous if he even just looked over at me every once in a while. And yes, I get that it’s his night to boast about his big dick, but seriously nothing? I’m just a little peeved.”

“Understandable, plus you look hot. I’d want my boyfriend to not take his eyes off of me either if I was looking this good.”

You can’t help but giggle at Namjoon, lightly pushing his shoulder, “I’m just being petty because I hate these types of events.”

“Fair, but hey, there’s always more free champagne we can-”

“Yn, there you are.”

Both of you turn towards the man entering the balcony. Jeongguk’s looking gorgeous in an all-black suit, his hair swept up. He’s looking at the two of you inquisitively, and you can tell he’s asking if he’s interrupting something.

“Well, I’ll be off. Gotta find Taehyungie before he misses me too much.” Namjoon walks out of the balcony, smiling at the two of you as he closes the door.

Jeongguk clears his throat, walking towards you, pulling you against him when he gets close enough, “Was looking everywhere for you.”

His head is nuzzling into your neck as your back is pressed against him, “Oh, were you? Thought you were too preoccupied.”

Jeongguk hums against you, he’s swaying you side to side, and you can feel his lips twitch into a smirk at your words, “Nothing would ever stop me from noticing you, pretty.”

He sounds so honest and sincere in his words you almost feel bad for doubting him. Jeongguk’s always prioritised you, and you know that. You also know that if you told him you weren’t enjoying yourself, he’ll offer to leave and do something else. But you wouldn’t do that, this was his night to celebrate his achievements, and you weren’t willing to take that away from him.

“I love you, you know that, right?”

Jeongguk perks up at that, nuzzling deeper into your neck and nodding.

“I’m so proud of you, my love. Tonight’s your night, and you should go and enjoy it. Better than staying out here with me.”

“Like being here with you. Like knowing how proud of me you are. You’re the only opinion here that I care about.”

His words made you feel warm. Jeongguk has a talent for making you melt whenever he declares his love for you in some way or another. It will always take you by surprise how much this man loves you and how willing he is to show it.

You’re both swaying side-to-side, taking in each other’s presence and the cool air. It’s far less stuffy out here, and you can’t help but settle against Jeongguk’s chest, letting the breeze fly by you.

You feel Jeongugk’s fingers rubbing at your waist, before sliding down and squeezing at your thigh through the slit. The warmth of his hand makes your mind go into a frenzy.

“You look beautiful tonight, Yn,” Jeongguk sighs against your skin, the tip of his nose rubbing against your neck. His lips leave gentle kisses against the sensitive skin as his hands slide up your dress. The fabric bunches a little where Jeongguk grips it, fingers working their way to the hem of your underwear. “Gonna let me show you how beautiful I think you look?”

You can feel your breathing get more rugged, your head tilting back against Jeongguk’s shoulder as you weakly let out a ‘yes’. He tilts his head to watch your face crumple as his fingers slide beneath your underwear. Fingers moving to reach in between your thighs.

Jeongguk’s licking and kissing up your neck, placing tender kisses against your temple as you moan. Fingers work against your clit, and all thoughts of the event behind you. All you can feel and think about is how with every graze of Jeongguk’s fingers, a feeble moan spills out of your lips.

“Look at you, so pretty and pliant for me, aren’t you?” Jeongguk’s words only make you wetter, the heat coiling at your lower stomach growing.

“J-Jeongguk, please,” you beg, barely coherent.

Jeongguk hums, nipping at your ear, “Please what, baby?”

You don’t even know what you’re begging for, but when Jeongguk’s fingers dip into you, you think that might be it. Fingers pump in and out of you, and your head tilts down to pear at Jeongguk’s hands moving under your dress. The sight is so lewd and has your knees bucking.

Jeongguk catches you in time, and you grip the balcony railings in front of you, holding yourself steady. Jeongguk’s body hunches over you, his fingers working faster, thrusting faster. The sounds of how wet you are, make you gasp.

And you’re so close, fingers working in you as his thumb brushes against your clit, sending you closer to the edge. God, Jeongguk’s fingers make you see stars, and holy fuck, you’re oh so close and-

“Jeongguk?”

The fingers still and slide out of you. You’re huffing, trying to stop the whine from spilling past your lips. Who the fuck?

When you turn around, you notice Jeongguk’s head craned away from you, but his body covers you from the other person. But the fake innocent tone of voice is familiar, and you roll your eyes when you recognise it. Of course, it would be her.

“Ah Seoyeon, is there something you need?”

Jeongguk forces a smile on his face, and he peers down at you when you move away from him. You’re straightening out your dress, trying to rid any evidence of what you two were doing out here. You don’t bother to look up, having a feeling Seoyeon knew what she was doing when she opened those doors.

“Oh, you’re parents were looking for you. Something about a speech you prepared?” Seoyeon’s fluttering her lashes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. This fake innocent girl act makes you want to gag. Does this girl have no shame?

Jeongguk’s jaw ticks and he turns away from Seoyeon to face you. His eyes convey how sorry he is, “Right. Yes, thank you. Tell them I’ll be out in a moment.”

“Well, they want you out now.”

You’re going to punch her, you just know it.

Jeongguk’s eyes screwed shut as he lets out a deep sigh, he doesn’t bother to force a smile and nods at Seoyeon.

“I’m sorry, pretty. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Jeongguk leans down and kisses your forehead, before turning on his heel and following Seoyeon out.

Damn, you didn’t even get to finish.

After exiting the bathroom, you notice everyone intently watching as Mr Jeon ushers his son onto the stage. You notice Seoyeon standing near his mother, but the distasteful look Mrs Jeon pins her with has her slinking closer to her family. You can’t help but giggle into your hand.

“What are you so chuffed about?”

You jump and swat Namjoon’s shoulder, chastising him for scaring you. He laughs and rubs the spot you hit him.

Jeongguk’s on the stage explaining how difficult of a process this merger was for both companies, and how this has been in the works for years. He goes on to thank his family and the Kims for helping him endure this process, and then he thanks you for being the sole reason for keeping him sane the last few months. You’re touched Jeongguk even mentioned you at all, and the blush rises on your cheeks when Namjoon nudges you.

The speech then goes on to mention what the merger means for both companies and what a rewarding feeling it is to have both companies up to speed and ready to begin their new chapter. There’s applause and a toast before the Jeons are being led off the stage and the Kims on. Namjoon’s chest puffs out in pride as he watches his partner walk onto the stage to speak about his half of the merger process.

You can barely pay attention, though. Jeongguk’s making his way to you through the crowd, stopping to shake hands and bow to those congratulating him. But his eyes are set on you, and you feel yourself get warmer. Jeongguk bites his lip, hands clasped together as he moves towards you.

Jeongguk’s grabbing your hand and pulling you, stepping past people to make it to the side of the room. There are a few large pillars with fabric draping over them, giving you some semblance of privacy.

With no hesitation, Jeongguk pushes you against the pillar and cups your face slotting his lips against yours. He’s kissing you feverishly, his hands lowering to squeeze at your waist. You can’t help but pull him closer, grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket.

Jeongguk slides a leg between yours, parting from you to push you down on it. He watches as you grind against his leg, eyes dilated and focused on you only.

“Feels good, baby? Like riding my leg where anyone could walk in on us, huh? So fucking filthy baby, look at you. Can feel how wet you are, fuck, pussy dripping just for me, yeah?”

You can’t help but moan, but Jeongguk clasps a hand over your mouth, gently pinning your head against the pillar as you continue to move against him, “Look at you just using me to get off, huh? Is this all it takes to make you cum, baby? Such a good little slut for me.”

You can feel yourself get closer, working yourself down on him harder. You think of what a dirty sight this makes, pathetically grinding down on Jeongguk’s thigh as someone makes a speech next to you, a whole crowd mere feet away.

“So perfect for me, love when you use me like this baby. Wanna feel you cum on my leg, baby wanna see how hard you cum with only this.”

The thought of how risky this was, how willing Jeongguk is to just take you regardless of who could catch you, has your eyes rolling back. Your orgasm hits you so forcefully that Jeongguk’s thigh pushes harder against you to keep you up, an arm wrapping around your shaking frame. Your body slumps forward as you try to catch your breath.

You’re staring at Jeongguk in a daze as you pull him down to kiss you, hands running through his hair. You can feel how hard he is, hands grasping onto his cock through his slacks, making Jeongguk groan into the kiss.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I was looking for the bathroom.”

Okay, so you’re punching her. What the fuck do you mean she interrupts, again?!

Jeongguk’s the one rolling his eyes this time, as he helps straighten your dress. He runs a hand through his hair before turning around to face Seoyeon, a tight-lipped smile gracing his face.

“Other way, Seoyeon. You should know since this is one of the hotels your father manages, is it not?”

Seoyeon giggles into her hand, and if you weren’t so caught up in your post-orgasm, maybe you would’ve gagged.

“Silly me, you know I get lost easily, Gukkie.”

“We’re going to head back now, hope you find the bathroom,” you rush out, Jeongguk chuckles as you grab his wrist and pull him back to the main area.

The last thing you wanted to see after cumming was Seoyeon’s face, it’s like this girl is just a magnet for near orgasmic or post-orgasmic bliss, she’s like an orgasm detector. Weirdo.

Once back into the main area, you both meet up with Taehyung and Namjoon, immediately grabbing a few glasses of champagne. Jeongguk’s only finally settled his dick, but every time he looks over at you laughing about something Taehyung said, his cock twitches in excitement. He’ll fucking ruin you tonight, no matter what.

The fact the event has yet to die down has you genuinely irritated. It’s been several hours, and Jeongguk’s parents have even left. It feels odd watching these people walk around and mingle when they could all just go home. Okay, this may be your frustrated mind wanting to be anywhere but here. Sorry, but Jeongguk is insanely hot, and he’s been throwing you looks that are code for ‘I’m going to take you apart piece by piece when I get the chance’, so sue you for being a little hot and bothered.

Seoyeon still hasn’t gone home either, she’s been running after Jeongguk trying to grab his attention or his arm. But after the last few encounters, Jeongguk’s patience has worn thin. He’s knocking off her hand and reprimanding her about her 'touchy' behaviour since he has a partner. It’s so hot seeing Jeongguk put her into her place, and even more when Seoyeon turns and glares at you, pouting like a petulant child.

You can’t help but feel a bit triumphant, it feels like revenge for the last few interruptions. Smiling to yourself, you make your way over to the refreshments table, only to find they’ve run out of water. Most, if not all, of the staff were let off once both the Jeon and Kim families left since the event was going far beyond the time they had set. Only a few security and cleaners wandered the venue. So, you make your way to the kitchen through the swinging door, grabbing a clean glass and pouring yourself some bottled water.

Once you’re done, you begin to grab a few to bring out to the refreshments area when the door swings open. The sheer surprise takes you off guard (what’s with everyone scaring you tonight?), only for your heart to settle when you notice Jeongguk’s bunny smile aimed at you.

“Jeez, you scared me!”

Jeongguk walks towards you slowly, hands tucked into his pants pockets, “Sorry baby didn’t mean to.”

Once he’s close, Jeongguk grabs a single bottle from the pile in your arms and places it on the metal bench next to you. He then grabs a few more, and before you know it, all the bottles you had piled on were sitting on the metal bench. You’re staring up at him confusedly before he closes the distance between you and cups your face, bringing his lips close to yours.

“Been waiting for a moment like this,” he whispers before kissing you deeply. His fingers gently caress your face as your hands make their way to his belt loops. You tug him close like all the times you have before, just having Jeongguk close makes you feel light.

Jeongguk’s kissing you, letting his hands trail slowly from your face, and sides, only to lean down and grip your ass through the dress. The sudden manhandling has you preening, moaning into his mouth. A hand then leaves your ass only to grab your throat, pulling you away from him.

“Gonna let me ruin you here, pretty?” Jeongguk forces your body to face the bench, pinned against the cold metal.

“Fuck,” you can’t find yourself caring about how the cold metal feels against your skin, barely recognising the counter digging into you. All you can focus on is how Jeongguk’s hands grip your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Jeongguk’s hands slide against your skin, hand reaching up to cup your neck, pulling your head back to face him. He licks into your mouth as his other hand travels south, bunching your dress up and sliding it up your legs, having you hold it against your chest.

He grinds against your ass, groaning as he grips your hips and looks down at where you two move against each other. Grinding against Jeongguk makes you feel needier.

“Please, please Jeongguk. Wanna feel you,” your voice comes out in a jumbled mess, words barely strung together as all coherency leaves your mind. Jeongguk’s fingers slide into your underwear, slipping a leg between yours.

Fingers find your clit with no hesitation, playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves. Jeongguk’s breathing hotly against you as he watches your back arch, grinding against his fingers. You’ve got him groaning with how wet you are.

“So fucking wet baby, you’ve been imagining me take you like this for a while haven’t you?” You barely nod, pulling out a dark chuckle from Jeongguk. “Such a slut. Waiting around until I could fuck you. Bet you came in here thinking of me pinning you against the table and fucking you for anyone to see?”

You moan aloud, Jeongguk doesn’t clasp your mouth shut, the music outside drowning any noise that could be heard. He’s always had a way with words to make you feel so filthy, so pathetic like all you’re good for is taking his cock.

“Wanna taste you, gonna let me taste you, pretty?”

“Please.”

His fingers leave you, and it has you slumping forward, gripping the side of the table. The bunched-up fabric of your dress pinned between you and the edge of the table. Jeongguk grabs your leg and lifts it for you to place on the table.

He’s kissing up your leg, and you can just imagine the vision you are right now, flushed face pressed down while Jeon Jeongguk works his way up to lick you through your underwear. It’s nasty and feels dirty, but it has you reaching behind to grab at Jeongguk’s raven locks.

Jeongguk continues to lick you through your underwear, growing the already wet spot, “Fuck, look at you. Spread so pretty for me baby. Bet you’re ready for my cock already.”

Hands knead your ass, as Jeongguk pushes his face against you harder. He slides your underwear aside before he’s licking you from your hole to your clit, making you shudder. He’s sucking and licking your pussy, the noises downright filthy.

There’s a moment where you feel Jeongguk’s fingers trace your pussy, groaning at the sight of your cum covering his digits. Fuck, he makes you go crazy.

His tongue is back on you, flicking your clit, making you jerk with the sensitivity. Jeongguk pulls back only to spread your pussy lips apart and slide his tongue over before his lips begin sucking. The sound is filthy and has you gushing, you can feel the spit and cum dribbling down your thighs, how nasty.

Fingers slide into you making you push back against Jeongguk’s face, grinding back against him. You can practically feel his smirk, asshole.

You’re getting so lost in the pleasure, you barely hear the gasp from the door. And fuck, if Jeongguk’s fingers stopped you probably would’ve thrown your shoe, because how the fuck has this happened a third time?

“J-Jeongguk? What’re you doing?”

You don’t even have time to think about how icky she makes you feel because Jeongguk pounds his fingers into you faster, tongue flicking over your clit before parting.

“Little busy here, Seoyeon. How about you fuck off?”

If that isn’t the single hottest thing in the entire world you don’t know what is. Your eyes screw shut in pleasure as Jeongguk immediately goes back to eating you out, tongue flicking against your clit. When you open them, you barely register the girl’s gone. Head too fuzzy with Jeongguk.

Before you realise what’s happening, your orgasm hits you so hard that you moan aloud without a care for who hears. Chanting Jeongguk as the man in question is up and unzipping his slacks, fingers still working in you. And before you can even recover, Jeongguk’s whole length slides into you.

Hands grip your hips, and you can feel how shaky you are. But everything is muddled together in blinding pleasure as Jeongguk fucks into you hard and fast like he’s been waiting for this his whole life. His hand slides under you and lifts you by your throat, pinning your back against his chest as he fucking into you deeper.

“Yeah, fucking love my cock in you don’t you? Suck a pretty cockslut for me, huh?”

You can barely let out any whimpers, your throat going numb with how much you’ve screamed out Jeongguk’s name. All you can feel is the pleasure thrumming through your veins and another orgasm approaching.

“J-Jeongguk, please, please don’t fucking stop, I’m going to cum!”

“Come on baby, fucking cum on my cock baby.”

Your orgasm hits and you barely register Jeongguk groaning that he’s cumming. The hot cum filling you up makes you go slack in pleasure. The feeling of being full of Jeongguk has your mind shutting down. Everything is so hot, so much, too much.

It takes you both several minutes to regain your composure. Your legs were numb and shaking that Jeongguk had to haul you up on the bench to keep you steady. You can’t help but giggle into the kiss as you remember what happened, mentioning it to Jeongguk.

“I genuinely don’t give a fuck. Maybe she’ll finally get the message to back off, yeah?”

a/n: lmk your thoughts by sending me an ask i would love it vvv much :DD

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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The Element of Surprise | Chapter Eighteen

ˏChapter Eighteen: The Reveal

mando x fem!reader

word count: 4.8k

warnings: canon typical violence, graphic depiction of blood, injuries etc. mentions of death

a/n: wow guys this was a whole lot. I have no idea how to feel about it but HERE. eat it. my brain is fried. also pls ignore spelling errors i wrote this on my phone when my bus broke down for an hour okay bye!

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3 down.

You move, reading Dins body language and knowing exactly where he’s going before he gets there. You are so in tune with everything around you - it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Another shot flies past and your hand stops it, and with a small flick in the other direction it flies through white armour. The trooper doesn’t even have time to react.

4 down.

Grogu stays on Dins back, and you step to the side to catch your breath. You are still exhausted, but Grogu’s healing has made all the aches and pains fall away. Even that click in your knee that you’ve had since you were twelve doesn’t register anymore.

He healed you. Like - fully healed you.

He was currently passed out in the small compartment he somehow folded himself into on Dins back. You poke your head around the corner, watching as Din picks up a trooper and slams him down onto the ground, cracks of bone echoing in the metal ship.

You sprint to the next corner, narrowly missing the shot that zips into the wall next to you. You hear another crack, and then a few shots. That’s at least another 3 dead. You close your eyes, listening for the racing heart beats of those shooting at you. There’s something familiar about the energy that surrounds you - maybe it’s the chaos, or the sounds of Dins blaster firing every three seconds. It makes you feel… well, you don’t really know.

You can’t pick it, but something feels off. Not right.

You need to get to Din. Get this over with. Now.

You go to move, but you don’t have the combat sense Din does. A trooper grabs you by the shirt and slams you into the opposite wall, sending the wind flying out of you. You panic - use your free hand to whack at the armour but it’s useless, you try to kick, send any part of your body flying into the man in front of you.

Suddenly Dins gloved hand - you would know it anywhere - comes from behind and crushes the trooper in his hold. All but snapping his neck in one twist. He throws the trooper down the hall sending a few shots for good measure.

“I got you.” The modulator hums. You know he does.

You imagine his face, maybe he’s smiling down at you, proud. Maybe his face is screwed up with worry - maybe he’s still feeling a bit guilty for having to leave. God, that feels like a lifetime ago.

You slide out from the corner, sending a careen of shots back through the wall of troopers at the end of the hall. Soon the pile of bodies becomes high enough to block the staircase, and the reinforcements nearly trip over their comrades to take cover. This makes it easier for Din to pick them off, almost too casually taking them out as they appear.

More than 30 troopers line the hall. You think back to how you reacted that night of the Razor Crest, when Din came from behind you and shot the bounty he had dragged in just hours before. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins.

You don’t even know which trooper you killed first. You’ve never killed before. Never saw their face.

You knew this was part of the life you lived - if you had stayed with your father and trained with the Jedi, you knew this was what was necessary. He always told you that the Jedi were peacekeepers, but sometimes to keep peace you had to find it first. Give it a chance to grow. Honestly, you were surprised you got this far, with the abilities you have. You were always going to be hunted - chased down. This needed to end now, and with Din behind you, firing off shots and Grogu asleep on his back, you couldn’t think of a better thing to kill for.

“Mando. We need to move, now.” Keeping his name safe, he turns and nods, coming to your side and lifting you easily over the piles of bodies. You start the descent of the stairs, taking them two at a time. “How’d you get in?”

“There’s a e-vac chute that leads up to a trap door. It’ll take us to the outside of the city, but it’ll have to be on foot from there.” The door you found. There’s an impossible amount of troopers down here. There’s no way they all came through that tiny hole in the ground.

“There has to be a ship here.” Din nods, reading your mind. You hear more footsteps.

Fuck.

“I can see the heat signature. Through here.” Din swings over the end of the metal stairs, using his blaster to take out the door. The room you break into is huge - deceivingly so. The walls are lined with tools.

There’s a ship in the centre, hiked up on a mechanics ladder, parts still strewn on the floor. It must of been in the middle of a repair when the alarms went off.

“I can fix it.” He starts. “I just need-“

You feel them coming.

The troopers get close to the entrance, but you are faster. In an instant, you use the caved in door as a shield, jamming it as best you can into the hinges with the Force. One hand out in front of you, you hold the metal up into the frame and push back against the troopers. There’s only three or four - you must have really done a number on their forces. Din was already inside the ship, zapping sounds coming from the engine.

“How long can you hold it?” Din shouts, his modulated voice coming from somewhere deep inside the ship.

“How long do you need?” You can do this. You can. The Force flows through every part of your being, and you have to close your eyes and focus on driving everything you can towards the door. There was so much here - and that familiar energy still clung to you like a bad smell.

It wasn’t Din - you know him too well. You know exactly what he feels like.

This was someone else.

Someone you know - but you don’t know them.

“I just have to re-wire a couple of the power shooters. Give me three minutes. I’ll get us out of here.” You can hear the laser on his armour working and welding through the live wires, and a small squeak that you know is Grogu watching.

Three minutes.

“She’s in here!” A stormtrooper calls out.

“Tell the captain!” Another replies, and you feel one of them leave. It becomes a little easier to hold the door up. Still you push, not wanting to give any room.

Two minutes.

“Don’t kill the girl.” A voice comes through one of the radios on a troopers uniform.

You know that voice.

Your heart flies up in your throat, threatening to choke you from the inside out. Still you push them back, and add a little extra weight behind your adjustment, feeling the troopers get the wind knocked out of them as you shove them away.

“They’re in here!” Someone returns to the other side of the door. The metal crunches under the weight of your opposing forces.

One minute.

You can hear Din lowering the ship off the mechanics ladder behind you, and the warmth of a working engine floods your back. He’s calling your name, and you let the door drop. Spinning around, Din covers your back as you race to the door of the ship he’s left open.

He shoots past you, easily taking down the troopers as they appear.

One.

Two.

Three.

He stops.

There was four people at the door. Why did he stop?

You step up the ladder to the ship and whip your head around, arm already outstretched to take down the final enemy. Maybe his blaster jammed? You need to m-

“You never know how to just do what you are told, do you?”

That voice.

That face.

The energy that was flooding through you just seconds ago. It was familiar. Family.

“Mom?”

Your mother steps further into the room, kicking a hand of a dead trooper out of her path. You couldn’t breathe. Your mother.

What was she doing here?

You try to think of something. Anything. The last time you saw her - she was shoving you into a shuttle.

To protect you. You thought.

“My daughter. You’ve grown.” You can’t reply. Maker - it’s been years. You’ve been looking for her all this time.

“What - how are you here?” There will be an explanation for this. There has to be. It wasn’t possible that your mother - the woman who raised you, watched you grow, the woman in love with your father. She wasn’t with these people.

No.

She has come to help you.

“You don’t know? Haven’t you been training all these years? Or have you lost your way? Clearly you’ve been busy with something.” She looks to your right, where Din has come out of the ship, blaster trained on your mothers head.

“You found me. The black box I fixed - you heard it?”

“Of course I heard you, my little girl. I never stopped looking for you.” Your heart does something weird. It isn’t growing, lurching at the knowledge that she had been looking for you. You should be happy - your family was here! You should be thanking the Maker for this miracle.

Why, then, did you feel so sick?

“Mom, you have to help us get out of here. There’s more troopers coming. We can get you out of here - is anyone else here? From home? We don’t have a lot of room, but-“ Din says your name, and you look up at him, eyes wide and a little blurry. You didn’t realise you were crying.

He still has his blaster trained on her.

Why - this was your mom! You - she couldn’t be -

Din moved to step in between you both, eyes straight forward. His shoulders were squared, like he was preparing for an attack. You turn, and put a hand on his chest.

“This is my mom! It’s - it’s fine. She’s just-“ He cuts you off, just saying your name again. Why is he still aiming at her? “Put it down. It’s okay.”

He doesn’t move, but you feel his body tense when your mother takes another step towards you. He clicks the blaster fire on. Her voice - your mothers voice makes you turn around.

“Oh, my sweet little girl. So loyal, to the end. Just like your father was.” The way she says it. Bile rose up in your throat.

“Mom?” You say it, but hardly any sounds come out. Just a gasped whisper.

“I couldn’t believe how well you hid from me. My own daughter. Only ever giving me glimpses of her.” You don’t remember her like this. The person you know - she never spoke like this. A tear burns it’s way down your cheek, and you swipe it away.

“I don’t-“

“Of course. You don’t understand! You and your father never did.” She bites, and you feel a wave of nausea rush over you.

“What are you saying?! This - mom, I looked for you.”

“Looked for me? You hid from me. I saved your life - and you had the nerve to hide from me? To deny me what is mine?!” You can feel her - her energy. Her Force. How did you not know?

“I hid from you? I - I crashed! On Tatooine, where you sent me! What are you trying to say?”

“I saved you for a purpose. My daughter. My rightful heir. Never mind you are half that useless shell you called a father. This -“ She gestures to the pile of dead bodies behind her, and lifts one into the air, slamming the lifeless form into the stairs out the doorway. “This is what you were meant for. This is why I saved you.”

“To do what? Kill people - get kidnapped on a foreign planet?”

“To grow your strength! To lead! By force, if you have to. I spent years on that Maker-forsaken planet, guiding you. Moulding you as best I could without letting you be tainted by those Wookie-huggers you called a family.”

Your mouth had gone dry. Was she saying - you had spent months trying to figure out how they found you. How those bounty hunters were able to get through the walls. It was almost as if someone had let them in.

“You. You let them in.”

“We were meant for greater things. There is always collateral damage on the path to greatness. This is what you will learn with me. You, too, will be great.” She motions back to the pile of dead bodies. She wants this for you - she must have known your abilities long before you even found them for yourself. She was strong with the Force, after all, and you never even knew.

But this was unlike anything you had ever felt. Her presence was like a shadow, dimming the light and life and hope you drew on. It didn’t make you weaker - no, the one thing you relied on for your strength stood behind you, one hand ghosting the small of your back. He was keeping the light on in your ever growing darkness. You just needed to hold on to it. To him.

“Whatever this shit is, I want no part in it. This is what - these people killed dad! Why would you work with them?”

“They work for me.”

Confirmation. Of what she - oh gods.

“You led them to us.” It wasn’t a question. You needed information. You needed to focus here. Your hands were shaking - had she known? Had she ever even loved him?

You know what the Dark Side does to people. It takes everything - everything they were and everyone they loved and turns it into ash and hate. She looked up at you, almost smiling, and replied so calmly you would think she wasn’t about to be shot.

“Your black box. How on earth you found one on Tatooine is beyond me - and that damn ship. Moved so fast, the tie fighters could hardly keep up! Always knew I raised a little fighter.” She takes another step towards you and Din moves closer, getting a better angle.

“I nearly had you on Ryloth, though. If only your band of runaways hadn’t come to your rescue. It would have saved you a lot of heart break. At least you wouldn’t have fallen in love with the oaf before I killed him.” Din stiffens behind you. You suck in a breath, and she scoffs.

She’s been following you. Tailing you this entire time - and you had led her straight to your doorstep.

“I don’t understand. This - you saved me. When they - when they came for him.” Your father. She was right next to you, dragging you away as they took him. “They killed him.”

“Who do you think gave the order?”

You don’t think. Your hand moves, and you find her through the Force, knocking her off her feet and slamming her into the wall behind. She slides down, but the hit doesn’t seem to affect her the way you wanted it to. She smiles - a smile that looks a little too much like the woman who used to braid your hair, kiss you goodnight.

“You. You sent them to us - that day.” She pushes herself up, a small stream of blood dripping from behind her ear.

“You think it was an accident that you were the only child to escape?” Your blood turns to ice. The children - you remember seeing the bodies below, even from the sky you could see how small they were. You were distracted and she was strong - she slams into you with the Force, sending you flying to the right.

Pain shoots to your side immediately but you don’t have time to think. You are on your feet in the next second, preparing yourself as your vision starts to come back.

Your mother moves towards you, but Din is too quick. He puts himself in between the two of you. His blaster still hasn’t dropped.

“Take one more step towards her, and I’ll put a bullet in your head before you can blink.” He isn’t Din right now. He’s the Mandalorian. It’s few and far between that you see him like this, but it still sends a chill down your spine at how truely terrifying he can be. You know he’s aiming a gun at your mothers head, and he won’t hesitate to shoot.

You should stop him.

Say something.

All you can think of though, is that she gave the order. All those times you had asked her what she did before she met your father, she was always so vague. Did she ever even love him, or was it all a game, a ruse to take down the remaining Jedi from the inside out?

She killed him.

“Why? Why would you - you loved him.” She looks at you, tearing her eyes away from the visor of Dins helmet.

“My heart would never be given so precariously to someone like him. You should not repeat my mistakes - hold yourself to a higher standard.” She looks at Din and you go to swing at her again, but she sends you flying off, pain returning in a searing heat all down your side. You scream, and your shout is only muffled by the pained shout of a modulator, choking out your name.

“Do you really know who you’ve been running off with? The man behind this mask?” Din grunts in pain as she moves a step closer. She was holding him down with the Force, but even against her strength he was pushing against it. Reaching for his other blaster holstered in his belt. You can feel the blood pooling next to your head, but you stand anyways. You need to get closer. “Do you? Do you know what this man has done? Your as naive as your father.”

“You don’t get to talk to me about a mask. You lied to us - sold us out. Turned on us! Don’t you dare speak about him - when you are the one who was lying-“

“This was always who I was! It’s just proof that the Jedi were too consumed in reviving their own cause to notice their undoing was sleeping next door!” You manage a step but as soon as you go to make your attack, she senses it. Because you were weak.

Din flies back, smashing into the ship that still lays dormant on the ground. He doesn’t move. You can still hear his heartbeat. You draw on it, sending every ounce of strength you have into him.

“You are weak. I can see it in his mind - he has made you weak. I can make you strong - stronger than you ever could have imagined. This is what I worked for, what I spent all those years on that plant for. A suitable heir for my soon to be empire.”

You shuffle across to get to Din. Din - hes all you can think of and he still hasn’t moved-

“Forget him! I can hear you in his mind, he will not make you strong. Only I can help you.” She’s watching you, waiting for your move. Only she’s wrong.

Din is the only thing that can make you strong. You give him everything you have, falling to your knees next to him and slamming your hands into his chest.

Din was up in a second, and firing before you could get off your knees. You see your mothers hand fly out, a large shipping container hurling in his direction. He dodges, evading her attack and lands behind another crate, blaster aimed. He fires off a few more shots and she jumps, landing on top of the ship.

Everything happens in slow motion.

She spins off and a giant light erupts from her hand.

A lightsaber - your fathers.

A green hue reflects on Dins beskar, but he is not fazed. He fires a few shots that are deflected back, and then he sinks back. Waiting. Your mother was impulsive, and impatient. He knew that because you were, too. She gets tired of waiting and jumps from the ship. He fires a shot, perfectly placed, slicing through the defensive blade of your fathers saber. She screams in pain and you hold your breath before you see the damage.

In her leg. Not fatal. Not yet.

Your entire life is flashing in front of your eyes. Your own mother - the one you spent months blaming, and then hated yourself for it. You were right - all along you were right. Your father never even saw it coming. You think your heart was breaking all over again. She was writhing in pain on the floor, lightsaber dropped to the side.

You feel her - her energy reaching out and searching for Din. She was angry, and off guard. You hardly have to try, pure instinct rushing through you as you drag yourself over to her hunched body, and slam your fist into the back of her head.

You don’t give her a second - you are on her. Slamming your fist down again, you remember what Din taught you months ago about throwing a punch. What your mother taught you years ago. This person - this woman under you was no longer your mother. You could feel it now. The sourness.

Darkness.

Hatred for her own daughter.

It was the feeling your father always warned you about.

“You killed him! You killed him!” You were screaming, your mothers Force smashing into your sides and rattling your head but you didn’t care. You didn’t care because she killed him - her own husband. The man she loved. Her other hand was struggling out to the side for the still blazed saber. Dins foot kicks it away, and you see him taking aim. Waiting.

“I never loved - h-“ She was in your head. You slammed your fist into her face again.

She was strong in the Force - but she was angry and clouded by emotion. You could only hold her for so long like this. You needed to find calm. You stopped punching her, and looked down. She gasped for breath, spitting blood to the side. She was laughing. You wondered what you must look like - blood dropping from your head and knuckles split open.

“There she is. My daughter.” The sound comes more as a strangled gasp, blood bubbling in her throat.

“I am not your daughter. Not anymore.” You spit. Closing your eyes, you stay on top of her and use your forearms to hold her despite her struggle. It wasn’t only physical - she was hurling everything she had at you, and you were starting to lose the battle. She was older, and clearly trained. Her hits were precise, pounding into your head while she thrashed under your grip. You didn’t know if you could hold her like this any longer.

You needed calm.

Din.

He was standing beside you. Blaster trained - waiting for an order. You kept your eyes closed but reached out to him. Instantly you felt that familiar wave - of calm and home. You felt the itch of his finger on the trigger, how he was waiting for her to break free, to make one wrong move and he would shoot.

You could feel that he was worried - for you, and how you would react if he took the shot. You could also feel how that worry was eclipsed by the true fear - fear of losing you.

And that’s why he would take the shot any second.

You were calming down. This was always what you found the hardest - what you struggled with the most when you were training with your father. It was finding calm when you needed it the most. Finding something you could focus on to ground you to home. Home.

Home was Din.

You let your forearms off your mothers chest, but she didn’t move.

You were holding her there. She was still pushing against you, and if you hadn’t been training for the past few months with someone who was ten times stronger than you, you weren’t sure if you could have held her like this, but Grogu pushed you to be better. Stronger. So you held her there, and let her thrash and hurl insults and spit blood at your face. She was pushing against the barriers in your mind, but you were holding steady.

Calm.

You opened your eyes.

“Why? Why throw away everything? For power?” Her face is screwed up as she fights beneath you.

“For family.” You shake your head.

“You had a family.”

This was it. You imagined this moment - clarity in finding out what happened to your family. To your friends, and their children. It was always so satisfying in your head, going down in a big blaze of revenge. This didn’t feel like that at all. You tried to control your breathing, and you weren’t even sure you were blinking.

She must be the reason you found it so easy to mask yourself on Tatooine. You never realised it was hard to hide until you met Grogu, who couldn’t hide to save himself. It made you cringe, to think of how you hid this for so long. How weak you felt on Tatooine, because you weren’t being yourself.

You weren’t hiding anymore. Hiding it only made you small - and you could tell it had done the same to her. She’s been hiding for years, and now, you were stronger.

You looked down at her and you knew what you had to do. You could feel her hate, her anger. You knew she wouldn’t stop until she killed Din, and took you. She would never stop. She would come for you - for the child. For him. You couldn’t let that happen. You needed this to end here.

Looking down at her face, though. It wasn’t your mother anymore - you knew that. Once you turn to the Dark Side, the person you knew inside is as good as dead. You could never forgive her for what she has done.

But her eyes.

She looked at you with the same eyes.

The hands that grabbed at your wrists, as your own wrapped around her throat. She taught you to bake with those hands.

The mouth that gasped for air, the same one that used to kiss your forehead goodnight. Kiss your father on the lips when he returned. You always used to look away - now you would give anything if it meant you could see it again.

Almost anything.

Your head turns to Din. He bends to your side, wordlessly reading you.

“I can’t do it.” You whisper. Your hands start to loosen around her throat, but your Force keeps her in place. “I can’t kill her.”

“It’s okay.” He is totally calm. It’s exactly what you need. He is always exactly what you need. You can tell your mother is trying to say something, but only chocked garbles came out.

“No. She needs to…” You can’t even say it.

“It’s okay. I know.” Your hands completely come free of her neck. You look at her and she still struggles against your invisible hold. Thrashing for her life. Dins gloved hand cradles the back of your head and pulls you off her, into his neck. You squeeze your eyes shut.

A single blaster shot goes off, and he whisks you into the air. You know he never misses. The faint rumble of the ships engine underneath you let’s you know where you are. He keeps one hand on your head, forcing your eyes to stay with him. On him.

Not behind you.

You get higher in the air, and you let one hand drop from Din, reaching out of the only piece of your father you had left. It wasn’t right to leave it here. To leave it with her. You felt the cool metal of the hilt of the saber fly into your hands. It’s about the last thing you have the strength to do. Shutting your eyes, you inhale the scent of him as he surrounds you in every way.

You feel the lurch of the ship take off, and giant doors open to what must be the outside of the city, the light of the rising sun coming across your cheeks. Your face is still buried in Dins neck. His thumb rubs small circles on the space between your ear and your head, and you just about pass out in his arms.

“I’ve got you.” Din whispers, and you know he does.

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a/n: i have no idea how to feel about this chapter because i kind of HATE IT. but i’m trying to be positive OKAY!!! YAY!!

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Hello! Can I request an hc about a shady MC who's not phase by anything in Devildom with the brothers (and Diavolo?? he deserves love!!!)? Like, when Luci's like "i CaN KiLL yOu hUmAN", MC's reaction was like "Oh... congratulations then." i need more shady mc who may or may not be planning to ruin your life😂😂 Thanks and take care!!❤❤

The Brothers + Diavolo with an MC that is not phased by DevilDom

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Pls I need more shady MC, they would not take any shit from the brothers. Put any Gen Z-er with these guys and you’ve got yourself a suicidal and reckless human exchange student.

They wouldn’t know what to do with one of those ahaksbakanhaka you’re right, Diavolo deserves all the love >:(((((((

You better take care too >:( thanks for sending me this big brain request. I’ve been preoccupied with other projects so I took a while to get to this ask. Hope you’re doing OK💙

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Lucifer:

-He thought having a human exchange student was going to be bad enough as it is but this…..this was so much worse than he could have ever imagined

-The moment you arrived, he already knew you were going to be a problem child and a persistent one at that

-Literally the first thing you asked him was : “Why do you look like an off-brand Levi Ackerman?”

-And he was left there, astounded, confused and offended because he had no idea who you were talking about (cuz at that point you hadn’t met the third eldest) and the tone you had was, frankly, pissing him off

-You kept wondering off on your own????? Without looking like you gave a shit even though you almost walked into a butcher’s shop that specialises in human meat???? Tf MC?

-Also really irritated that you couldn’t be intimidated and that DevilDom was like a playground to you, for some reason? Like, MC get out of the fiery pits of eternally tormented souls- this is Hell, not the McDonald’s ball pit ffs

-Things did not improve for him lmao, by the end of the first week he had already ripped out a good chunk of his hair because of you

-“MC, you should know by now provoking demons like this for no good reason is only going to make life harder for you. Keep this up and you’ll get killed in no time because of your behaviour.”

-“Great, can we have a hip-hip and a hurray?”

-In the span of one day, he’s had to come to your rescue six times (approximately) because you’re too nonchalant about your surroundings around literal creatures of hell

-He doesn’t have enough coffee or will to live for this bs

-“Lucifer, I found this dead plant and brought it here because it reminded me of you.”

-“…..sigh. Why? Why does it remind you of me?”

-“Because it’s cold and unresponsive.”

-He made the consecutive decision to ignore you

-(low-key kept the plant tho)

-Honestly, you get on his nerves a lot and he has definitely contemplated killing you in the past but at the end of the day he really can’t bring himself to do it

-We both know he tried a few times lmfao

-“I will tear you limb from limb, human-“

-“Can I finish my tea first.”

-“You…wait, what?”

-“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting this tea get cold. Try to kill time before I’m done and I’ll smash this cup against your head.”

-If you try hard enough, you might even elicit a laugh out of him, especially if your shadiness is directed at any of his brother which results in him patting your head affectionately

-Nowadays he’s just concerned because you seemed to have made an alliance of sorts with Belphagour and Satan and that’s not a good sign

-For his sake, if not yours, at least try to survive the year without getting chomped on by a random demon please

-He’s too stubborn to let you die just because you’re unbothered by everything so cut him some slack and help out damn it

Mammon:

-“Oi Lucifer, how come I’m stuck babysittin’ this stupid human?”

-“And how come I’m stuck with this asshole for a tour guide, with his fake ass designer shoes and no brand sunglasses. That’s a lot of smack talk from someone with crow shit stains covering the back of his jacket. Also, did you stick your hair in a bucket of mayonnaise?”

-……..

-He was so offended lol

-Normally, humans like you cower in fear whenever demons are as much as mentioned because of the whole “I can eat you whole” thing

-And here you are; insulting the Avatar of Greed and one of the princes of Hell himself just because you didn’t like his attitude

-Don’t worry tho, he warms up to you in less than a fucking month simply because you still come to his rescue whenever his brothers start insulting him and wow, look at that, his heart is now combusting on the floor

-“Y’all have no right to criticise Mammon when he has the most self control out of all of you.”

-“Since when does Mammon have any self control? He can’t keep himself from nicking anything that looks shiny.”

-“Motherfucker, I don’t see him trying to choke me to death, respectfully pls shut the fuck up. I don’t want to say I have favourites but if I do, it’s definitely him.”

-While Mammon’s in the background, with hearts instead of pupils in his eyes like ❤️👄❤️

-He doesn’t even mind running around after you anymore (will still complain about it though because your ass is in constant danger and he’s had enough)

-Honestly, you keep starting shit with random demons, some of which are quite powerful mind you, and you don’t back down even when he’s there to step in

-Would low key love to watch you fight one of your classmates at RAD and organise a ticket selling booth for the event but Lucifer will hang him a new one if he does

-So for now, he sticks to baring his teeth at the aggravator in question and you’re there, giving the same demon the middle finger

-The way you sometimes match his energy gets him so hyped up lmao

-“Mammon, did you steal Levi’s money again?”

-“T’s none of her business human. Now go away, shoo!”

-“Bitch, don’t ‘shoo’ me, I ain’t a bird. Now tell me, did you?”

-“…..Why do you ask?”

-“Because a new flavour of instant noodles just got announced, called ‘Super Hell-Sauce Flavour’ and I thought you might be more interested in that than wasting the money on gambling.”

-“….ok but only if you come with me to buy some.”

-This…this is true love right here

Levi:

-Oh no, now there’s two of you

-Why do I feel like his energy would match MC’s almost immediately? Maybe it’s because he spends too much time in his room on the internet like the rest of us do

-“What do you want, you stupid normie?”

-“300…..”

-“….300 what?”

-“300 mangas collected, thousands of episodes of anime watched, over 60 character figurines, plushies, body pillows, merchandise and several posters only to be called a fucking normie by a demon weeb that’s only known me for 10 minutes.”

-Boom, instant friendship

-He becomes attached to you almost immediately and now that he knows how unphased you are by DevilDom, he is seriously worried

-Hell, you’re making him consider going outside his room just to make sure you’re alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere because you decided to get on someone’s nerves that particular day

-Even during the quiz thing, when he almost kills you, you’re just sitting on the floor and awkwardly watching him as he throws a sissy fit

-Levi feels sort of conflicted with you because one one hand you’re good company and he loves having you around, you’re his Henry after all

-But on the other hand, you put yourself in so much danger it makes him paranoid so often to the point where he wants to keep you locked in his room and wrapped in bubble wrap

-Nearly had a heart attack when you almost walked right into a pit of lava like MC???? This isn’t one of his video games???? You’re not gonna respawn if you die????

-Besides all that, he gets a bit jealous of you confidence and your ability to just do whatever without fearing death or consequence

-“MC, how do you do it?”

-“Do what?”

-“How do you go about your life without a care in the world?”

-“I guess I’ll tell you my secret Levi. I’m not like other humans that’s why, I’m just so unique I do things differently.”

-“You sound like a pick me-“

-As long as you’re OK and not injured because of your carelessness, he’s indifferent about your behaviour and will even applaud you for your bravery when it comes to this sort of thing

-“lmao the human exchange student just dumped Solomon’s cooking in the trash while looking him dead in the eye 💀💀💀”

Satan:

-Your attitude towards DevilDom and demons in general kept him entertained, if nothing else

-You rarely seemed to consider how much of a threat that place really is and usually you were just running around, completely ignoring Lucifer’s rules and doing your own thing

-Which, you know, he’s all about

-I can’t say there were no incidents between the two of you

-With his short temper and your tendency to say things without caring about the consequences, there were definitely moments when he might’ve snapped on you

-“MC for goodness sake, what happened to my room?”

-“What do you mean?”

-“It’s an absolute mess! I just told you to bring me my spells and curses book, not mow through everything!”

-“It’s not my fault this place is built like a fucking labyrinth. You should be grateful I went to get it for you at all, I almost tripped and died several times on my way back. Also, you should get a new ladder for your shelves. It did the broken.”

-“MC….”

-“Yes?”

-“You are so lucky I love you.”

-Other than the fact his anger takes over him when things like these happen, he not so subtly encourages you to keep going because seeing Lucifer scowl at your antics gets him wheezing his lungs out

-I like to think Satan would be very impressed, even in the beginning, at the amount of nonchalance you can radiate at times

-I mean, you sure as hell don’t see it often and he loves how unpredictable you are more often than not

-If anything, he should probably thank you-idk how, but his patience has increased significantly every since you got here and he appreciates having some more control of his emotions

-“I’m gonna go put oil in Lucifer’s shoes.”

-“Do you have a death wish?”

-“Satan, I am old enough to make my own decisions and I concluded that this action is necessary.”

-“Necessary for what?”

-“Raising everyone’s morale! All of you seemed to feel down lately so I thought this would be fun for everybody!”

-“Except Lucifer, right?”

-“Except Lucifer. He grounded me from my D.D.D like I’m a fucking teenager who needs to be supervised-pssshht, I’m the most responsible one here.”

-“Yes clearly.”

-“Goodbye dear Satan, I may die today. But it’s for the greater good! (Dramatic exit with sound effects)”

-“WAIT MC!”

-“(pops head back in) yes?”

-“May I offer you my assistance?”

-You’re basically taking turns pranking his brothers and it’s hilarious

-Satan is not too worried about your well being simply because he knows his siblings and him are always going to be nearby to save you if you pull something stupid again

-Even so, he checks up on you throughout the day; just to make sure

-“Where were you?”

-“Running from a bunch of demons. Who wanted to go munchy crunchy on me, I assume.”

-“……”

-“Either that or people here are a lot friendlier than originally expected.”

-You can be such a handful and it really tests him, especially when he’s angry enough to begin with

-But despite your amazing talent at either getting completely lost around Hell, purposely walking into a prohibited place just because you felt like it or riling up others with how blunt you are, he still cares about you deeply

-You may be a pain the ass, but you’re his pain in the ass <3

Asmo:

-He should’ve known something was up with this particular human when you stood there, completely calm and collected, while Beel salivated at the thought of eating you on your first day

-Asmo just brushed it off for a while but it kept happening???

-The first time Lucifer ever told you off, you really went and said “Or what? Are you going to eat me? If so, you can go ahead and start with-“

-He came to your rescue and covered your mouth before you got to finish and before Lucifer unleashed his wrath on to everyone in that house

-“OOPSIE! I think MC has been spending too much time with me. Sorry Lucifer, we gotta run now! We have a party to attend, don’t we MC darling?”

-“You mean the one hosted by the guy that tried to kill me because I shoved into him on the hallway at school and then proceeded to tell him to go fuck himself right back into whatever hell hole he was born in before you came and charmed our way out of it?”

-“Yes.”

-“Ah OK. “

-You’re tiring for sure but you’re not exactly unlikeable

-You have a certain charm hanging about you that Asmo loves

-“I almost died like…30 minutes ago.”

-“WAIT WHAT?? WHY?? WHAT HAPPENED-MC ARE YOU OK???”

-“Yeah, I almost drank some poison today because someone told me it was water. It smelt off though so I didn’t.”

-“….”

-“Anyway, I got you this bracelet on my way home.”

-He really does wish you would take things a bit more seriously

-This is your life on the line, you know? What would he do if you died?

-“MC, you’re not immortal, you can die so much more easily than I can, you know that right???”

-“I don’t care.”

-“Well I do! And you should too….”

-A lot of people don’t see past his vanity tbh, because he can be such a caring person towards the people he loves

-The amount of videos he has of you appearing to be completely calm while pure chaos is descending in the background is pretty impressive

-Every time he uses his charm on you to try and get you to commit his sin, it just doesn’t work???? For some reason???? And even if it’s just with simple, innocent affection for now, he is determined to tempt you into it

-“MC~gimme a hug!”

-“But that’s social interaction and I don’t support it- do you have a charger for my D.D.D by any chance?

-Or at least die trying to ig

-Asmo loves having you around but you’re giving him wrinkles and that’s not okay >:(

Beel:

-The moment he realised how carefree you actually were, he sort of started checking up with you quite frequently throughout the day

-It’s his way of protecting you but if he could, he would follow you around all the time

-Becomes your body guard because you may not care enough about your safety but he certainly does so get ready to be carried everywhere

-You will not get hurt nor will anyone mess with you if he has a say in it and let me tell you, he does

-Thing is, his brothers mostly know him for being slightly dense in some aspects of day to day life

-He’s not perceptive of things that don’t involve food or his loved ones

-And because you most definitely are a loved one of his, he does notice how careless you are really often

-And it scares, rather worries, him because DevilDom is an incredibly dangerous place-even with all the precautions they had taken when you came

-“MC get down, you could fall.”

-“But Beel, look-I’m finally taller than everyone else! Taller than you even! Hey, should I do a backflip?”

-He has no idea why you thought jumping from 60 meter high cliff into a small river of squashed demon blood was a good idea but he wasn’t going to risk anything just because you felt like showing off your diving skills

-Proceeds to carry you away, completely unfazed

-In this case, I feel like Beel is not someone who gets bothered by the horrible things happening around there either

-As long as he has food and his family is safe and happy then he’s also happy, as mentioned above

-But he knows he’s alright with DevilDom because he’s been living here for centuries now

-A bit curious as to why you’re so unbothered

-And even more curious as to why you weren’t terrified of him transforming in his demon form after he lost control when he found out you ate his pudding

-Or more like Mammon did and pushed the blame on you

-“YOU. ATE. MY. PUDDING!”

-“Beel I love you but if you did not just see Mammon shoving the damn container in my mouth two seconds prior to this, then you might need glasses.”

-He apologised to you later for it but even so, you didn’t seem to mind like at all and he didn’t really understand why

-Unless you end up explaining why exactly you feel so indifferent about your life being in potential danger, he won’t really pry

-But now he has even more reason to follow you around like a lost puppy

-Since it’s clear you don’t really care about protecting yourself

-So now it’s his job to do it

-MC protection squad? Mostly Beel and Mammon

-ahhh he cute

Belphie:

-Oh

-You piss him off so much

-He’s trying to have his moment, you know?

-Finally getting that glimmer of satisfaction after killing a human as a way to avenge his sister’s death

-Trying his hardest to make it as miserable as possible because he has so much rage in him, he needs you to suffer

-“Harder Daddy-“

-“Oh fuck off.”

-Nah but for real, what the fuck MC

-Why does he even bother, he feels like he should be sleeping instead of dealing with your bullshit

-Even afterwards, when your future self shows up and he tries to kill you again, you look more thoughtful than irritated???

-Lucifer and Beel are literally holding him back from doing another Chocky on you and you’re standing there, looking at him with your eyebrows raised

-“Hey Belphie, I have a quick question. I know you’re trying to kill me and everything but do you like the colour blue?”

-“HUH??!?!”

-“It’s a simple yes or no question Belphie. Do. You. Like. Blue?”

-“WHAT DOES IT MATTER???!!!”

-“BELPHAGOUR, AVATAR OF SLOTH-YES OR NO, JUST FUCKING ANSWER!”

-“YES! FUCK YOU!”

-“Ah ok thanks. I like blue too :)”

-????????????

-Pls he felt like sticking his foot down your throat

-As of late, he’s kind of glad he didn’t manage to scare you away that day and that he didn’t traumatise you or something

-At the time, he was mad because he didn’t understand why you weren’t scared but now he just wants to make it up to you

-“You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m sorry MC, I won’t blame you if you decide to stay away from me now.”

-“Stfu dipshit, what’s gotten you so depressed? Did you have another fight with Beel? I told you not to eat the last slice of cake.”

-“Rude ass, I was trying to apologise for my past mistakes-let me repent will you?”

-“Said no demon ever. Now let’s go hang out you emo bitch.”

-Y’all vibe together on a spiritual level once that shit gets sorted out

-But he’s kinda scared you might pull out a knife on him ngl

-Obviously, you’re still annoying as fuck with that indifferent attitude of yours but he can live with it

-He appreciates the fact that you’re not scared of him, even after what he’s done

Diavolo:

-Ah yes, the future King of DevilDom himself

-He’s very enthusiastic about the idea of you having fun this year…..and to keep you alive….

-He, of course, expected a range of reactions from you when he first summoned you here

-None of which were “Ok but could you not have given me a heads up? Before the whole teleportation thing? I face-planted your onto marvellously polished the floor and now I think I lost even more brain cells than before.”

-He felt so bad gagajajahahwgehhsb

-He apologised for bringing you out here without any warning like that and then proceeded to introduce you to everyone

-Diavolo is actually kind of relieved to see you’re handling everything pretty well

-He thought that maybe DevilDom was too much for a human to deal with

-Meeting Barbatos also went incredibly smooth

-“Barbatos? The one that cleans the floors right? Big fan of your work, I could eat off the floor of the main hall.”

-He’s so glad to see you getting along with everyone and not getting intimidated by the brothers

-It gets him excited thinking about how the exchange program is gonna work and all three realms will be united

-But he’s not stupid so don’t think he’ll allow you to stumble around, getting up to all sorts of mischief

-He always has someone watching you because he would hate to see you die, despite being pretty fond of your carefree attitude

-“MC, please be careful. Most demons here aren’t all that nice.”

-“Aye aye Captain.”

-He fears that many demons would take your indifference as a challenge and try to assert dominance or something by kidnapping you

-As far as creatures of hell go, they love installing fear in people

-So he always keeps an extra eye open for you

-And he’ll be there to help you if something goes wrong

-But other than that, he’s pretty chill as well and he finds you so hilarious, it’s been a while since he’s seen someone as eccentric and dramatic as Mammon and Asmo

-Idk what else to add here, Diavolo is very accepting and as long as you don’t get hurt, he’s glad you can get used to your new surroundings so easily

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Al~

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acanthodii-phobia · 3 years

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hey sorry if this is so sudden but i’ve been feeling so down lately and can i just get the turtles comfort reader (they/them pls) bc they think they can’t do anything right? rottmnt as well pls

Of course! :) And I'm sorry you haven't been in the best place recently.. I hope the turtles and I can help ease your thoughts a little. Things will get better, and many things in your life will change over time - the bad is only temporary that way, even if it doesn't feel like it. Right now you're at your strongest, and I now you can and will get through it!

We believe in you. 🐢🐢🐢🐢

(RoTTMNT) Comfort Oneshots X GenderNeutral!Reader PT. 1

Each turtle bro. will focus on something a little different, but overall still what you requested. I hope that's alright. ^^ These are slightly longer than my other posts, so these oneshots will be split amongst two posts. Leo and Raph are in pt. 1, Donnie and Mikey are in pt. 2!

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Content Warning: The topics discussed won't go into graphic detail, but if you feel like you would get upset by reading about topics dealing with depression or negative thoughts, please do not read for your own care.

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One-shots will contain:

Y/N - Your Name

Leo:

[Comfort for feeling inadequate, worthless, uneeded & request.]

- They were crying in Leo's bedroom.

- The perfect place, they thought, for some time away from everyone. Y/N knew they were supposed to just be enjoying themselves and having fun; but they couldn't stop that irritating feeling.

- Those reoccurring thoughts of not being needed. Or wanted. The possibility of screwing everything up, and losing everyone they cared about... and it would've just been a waste of their time. Y/N just wasting everyone's time.

- The last thing they wanted was to bring down everyone's night only because of the terrible mood they were in.

- So here they were. Tucked away in the corner of Leo's bed, hugging a pillow and crying. In the dark. While the others were out there completely clueless.

- At least, that's what Y/N thought.

- Leo comes in a few minutes later searching for Y/N, while making unintentionally insensitive and boastful comments about him being better (nothing directed specifically at Y/N, though).

- Hearing Leo's comments makes Y/N cry more, and the moment he sees them he immediately rushes to their side, trying to comfort them and apologising profusely.

- He had a full grin before, expecting Y/N to reply back with another joke, but seeing them like this hurt him in a way he hadn't really felt before.

- "Hey, hey," he reaches out and holds Y/N face. He doesn't force them to look at him though - he just wants them to know he's there. "I'm so sorry, please don't cry. You know... you're just as good of a player as I am - I didn't realise you were taking Mario Monopoly so seriously."

- They shake their head, breathing deeply as they try to calm down.

- "I'm not upset over Monopoly, Leon, but thank you."

- He's confused. "Then... then why are you crying?"

- "I've just been having a lot of... uh, negative thoughts recently."

- Y/N explains how they feel inferior to him and his brothers, but specifically to Leo. They see Leo as this 'flawless, charming, and a jack-of-all-trades' kind of guy. Even though he can be occasionally rude without realising it, he's still so loved by his family and friends.

- "You're just," their breath is shaky as they push their hair back. "...so perfect. You do everything right, and even the times when you do mess up... no one hates you. I feel like I can't do anything right - I'm awkward and can't tell my left from right occasionally. You're important and valued by those who care about you, you're talented and..."

- "...I feel like I can't compete. I'm nothing like that, and I'm so envious of you." Y/N confesses, wiping their face with their sleeve.

- Leo is stunned - he didn't know they felt like this at all. His eyes never leave Y/N - his hands slowly drifting from their face - contemplating on his next move.

- He's not really 'good' at this sort of thing, but because it's Y/N, he wants to do more than just listen. Leo cautiously takes hold of the pillow that Y/N was gripping onto, and places it beside him.

- Leo then pulls Y/N closer to him, hugging them tightly.

- "You're valued by me," he whispers to them. "What you can or can't do... doesn't define your worth. Nothing can really define that. You existing and doing your best is worth enough." Leo leans back and smiles reassuringly. "...And I mess up a lot, too. I'm imperfect just like you, and that is always okay. And you know I'm never wrong~"

- He chuckles as he presses his forehead against Y/N's, reaching up slightly so his snout touches their nose and rubs them together affectionately. Y/N smiles.

- "Thanks... Leon."

Raph:

[Comfort for feeling insecure about vulnerability, thinking they should be stronger/ move on & request.]

- Y/N was watching Raph train in the dojo, admiring his strength and skills from the sideline, perched ontop of some extra mats. They had to admit, that despite his size he was very nimble and fairly noiseless on his feet. His brute force was more than expected, though.

- The guy's built like a tank - It's a very dangerous combo.

- But compared to him, Y/N was pretty clusmy and much weaker than him.

- They do their best to ignore the thoughts that come to their mind, but it was of no use. They weren't strong enough to protect themselves, nevertheless them... what were they supposed to do if they needed Y/N's help? They felt inferior to him.

- But Y/N keeps smiling as Raph shows off.

- However, he caught on quickly - he's able to tell that Y/N's smile isn't 100% genuine. He stops what he's doing immediately and faces them.

- "Hey, Shorty. You got somethin' on your mind?"

- Y/N is caught off guard. "Oh, uh... no. It's nothing."

- Raph looks at them doubtfully. "Are you sure?"

- They nod, denying it in fear of being vulnerable and being shunned away for saying otherwise. Raph gives them one last look before going back to his training.

- Eventually, Y/N quietly retreats from the dojo and runs just a bit outside of the lair to clear their mind. Everything is good for a moment, but they soon start hyperventilating and panicking.

- "What am I doing? Gosh, you look so stupid right now, why can't you control yourself? Calm down... breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe you idiot." They grip onto their shirt, breathing deeply, but it only works them up more.

- It wasn't long until it became difficult to breathe - their chest was tight and their lungs felt shriveled up and blocked off, like they just couldn't get any air in no matter how hard they tried. Tears start falling down their face.

- Raph tracks them down quickly, thanks to his brothers. Deep down, he knew Y/N needed someone right now. Anyone.

- But he really wants it to be him.

- "No, no, you guys just stay here! Everything's fine, I just need to find them. We'll back in a minute!"

- The moment he sees Y/N, his heart stops. There's a deep, weirdly empty feeling of dread that washes over him. He runs to their side without another thought, and does his best to guide them through it. He holds their hands in his, and rubs the back of them with his thumbs, whispering to them.

- "Y/N... it's okay. It's okay." He lets go of one their hands and holds the side of their face. "You're doing great... can you try some breathing exercises with me? Everything will be okay, I promise."

- They're still gripping onto their chest, crying, heaving deeply and erratically as Raph asks this, but the only thing Y/N does is nod.

- "Good," he assures them, smiling. "Now... do your best to follow me, okay? First, pinch your nose and close your mouth, bite your lip if you have to. You're going to hold your breath for a few seconds to start."

- "Perfect - you're doing great, Y/N! Now, breathe in deep through your mouth," Raph does it with them, nodding. "Good, and release through your nose."

- Once Y/N was back to a regular breathing, Raph asks them to explain what was going on, and he wasn't going to take "nothing" as an answer this time.

- Y/N stares up at him, wiping their tear-soaked face, and reluctantly states that they were scared of Raph seeing them being weak and vulnerable, and wanted to be seen as "cool" and strong like Raph is.

- "I didn't want you to hate me..." they lower their head, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. Almost immediately, they start panicking again. "Wait, oh gosh," they heave in deeply as they try to focus on anything, raising their arms instinctively - their surroundings blurring together as their mind races. "No, I'm sorry... you can't see me like this, I'm going to mess things up again like I always do, I-" Y/N tries to run away as the tears build up again, but Raph grabs their arm and pulls them back.

- "Y/N".

- He is very, very gentle with them, talking to them in a low voice. But he wasn't going to let them keep running off and avoiding him.

- "Please look at me." They try, with some struggle. "You are not messing anything up. It is okay to cry, to be vulnerable, and openly express how you feel. I'm... worried to find out who made you scared like this. You don't ever deserve to feel like that, Y/N.

- And you are strong, Y/N - your worth is never going to be based on how much you can lift or break with your fists. Your strength may or may not be in physical strength, but you being here with me - right now - your existence proves you are strong," He brings them into a hug, embracing them snugly. "In a lot of ways, that is much stronger than any physical strength I have, and I am so proud of you."

- He holds their head against him, reveling in the feeling of having them so close to him. He closes his eyes, gently leaning some of his weight onto them.

- "Thank you, Raph."

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Thank you for requesting. :) I hope you enjoyed!

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caramelcal · 3 years

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His Favorite Girl

a/n: HELLO. (sounding like the guy in the cinema cba lol) anyways I have returned for a brief period of time to share this update with you guys. It’s based off of this request here: “ Do you think you could write a Luke x gang again where maybe he has to leave for work during sex and the reader touches herself out of frustration and he comes back and finds her ?”

STOP BECAUSE THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT WHAT THE REQUESTER WANTED BUT ILL WRITE SOMETHING AGAIN BUT LIKE JUST TH REQUEST IF THATS WHAT YOU GUYS WANT SDGHGDFGBH but this is kinda a part 2 to the Bambi/His Favorite Secret series thingy cause a few people wanted that! thank you guys so much for all the love mwah

i should literally be studying rn but im not so <3 im very sorry for this abomination lol

sorry for the long a/n guys! :( enjoy x

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smutty stuff (fucking, fingering, anal and all that...ive never written this before so PLS PLS PLS give me feedback omg) uh choking, doesn’t have a daddy kink in this but sir is mentioned. talks of being tied up and being tied up? talks about overstim... he calls her little girl at one point...

“Luke! Stop moving!” She lightly slapped her boyfriend’s hand, to which he groaned in return. Her tongue stuck out slightly from between her lips in concentration, eyebrows furrowing as she returned to the task she had firmly put her mind to. That was, until the blond giant moved again, “Luke!”

“Bambi,” Luke echoed lightly, using his nickname for the smaller girl in front of him who looked up at him with an unimpressed facial expression.

“You’re gonna ruin it,” She mumbled lightly, pointing back down at her artwork which Luke only then first looked at. It was safe to say, although he shouldn’t have been, he was thoroughly shocked.

His nails, which his girl had somehow managed to convince him into painting weren’t black, or blue. No, they were bright, blasting, hot pink. He groaned lightly, wondering just how exactly she had managed to rope him into this and just how he was going to hide his nails from the rest of the gang later on tonight when he -they- met up with them tonight.

She was a bundle of both nerves and excitement, finally getting to meet Luke’s closest friends. It had been about a week since their argument, and now she was meeting his friends. It seemed like everything was moving in the right direction, thankfully. She couldn’t wait to be honest, very much looking forward to being able to hear more about Luke from his friends, and just meeting them in general.

They seemed fun.

Well, as fun as gang members could be. She probably should have been more cautious surrounding them, but Luke got her guard down so quickly and she was yet to regret that. How scary could they possibly be considering the man in front of her, soft blond curls held back by her bunny bath headband, nails painted hot pink, was supposed to be the scariest man in the whole city.

“Cal’s gonna rip the piss outta me for this, Bambi,” He complained softly, with no plans to take the polish off of his nails as he looked at his girlfriend, between his legs, small hand wrapped around the bottle of nail polish with her other hand laying against his knee.

She couldn’t help the small upturn of her lips as she blew softly against the nail polish on his fingernails, not patient enough to let it airdry despite it being a fast-drying polish. She shrugged lightly, head flopping to the side adorably as Luke stared down at her, resisting the urge to run his hands through her hair; another issue he had with the wet paint on his fingernails.

“I think it looks great, we’re matching,” She then flaunted the bright pink color that coated her own nails, and Luke’s lips twitched into a grin, careful not to ‘aww’ at the cute words that came out of the smaller girl’s mouth.

He hummed lightly, leaning back against the couch but his baby blues never leaving her face, “They look a lot better on you than they do me, Bambi.”

“I think they’re cute,” The girl climbed onto his lap, making Luke take a deep intake of breath as she sits barely an inch away from a rather sensitive area of his. She, however, seemed to pay no attention to the risen area of his jeans as she leaned against his chest, face hidden in the crook of his neck, soft breaths from her mouth fanning against his neck.

He twisted to give her a small kiss on the forehead, to which she responds by kissing his neck softly, lips staying against his neck as her hand traveled up his stomach up to his neck, holding him close as she began to kiss the base of his neck more.

“Lu,” She whispered softly, “How much time have we got?”

“Like an hour, baby. Why?”

However, the girl never replied verbally, and instead repositioned herself carefully, Luke’s neck void from her warmth before her hand started to travel down, painfully slow, until it landed right above the tent in his jeans. His eyes traveled up to meet hers, eyebrow raised as she dropped her hand down barely, lips struggling to pull the smirk away.

He lifted his hands to her back, going to reposition her before she shook her head, “Your nail polish, Lu. Hands down.”

His hands didn’t move, frozen in place around her clothed waist. His nails were long since dried, she knew that, but she liked this. She liked the intake of breath he took when her hand ghosted over the hardened cock in his jeans, the way he couldn’t lift his hands; scared to smudge the pink on his nails.

He was restricted. Oh, how the tables had turned.

Her hand gently palmed against his hardened, clothed cock, causing a grumble to emit from his throat. It was a deep rumbling sound, -something that the girl had heard numerous times but would never get used to.

To her, everything about Luke was perfect, even his moans.

“Bambi, you know the rules about teasing-”

Her lips attached to his, cutting him off rather efficiently, pressing softly as she continued to palm him through his jeans, gently rocking on his thigh. He moaned into their kiss, her tongue, as a reflex, finding its way into his mouth. Their tongues pressed against one another, lips still pressed together as her spare hand crawled up to the back of his neck, playing with his soft curls.

Her palm pressed into his fully hardened cock now, his tongue swiping over her lips before tugging on it, pulling apart, breathless. His hands found a place on her waist, guiding her softly but firmly, taking back the control he craved.

Looking her straight in the eyes, one of Luke’s hands went around her neck, thumb pulling her lower lip down as he unbuckled his belt with one hand, taking his cock out of its confined clothing and bringing her hand down to hold onto it. It wasn’t the first time that she had given him a handjob, and it wouldn’t be the last, but she still couldn’t help but be nervous.

Despite not being a virgin when she met Luke, she still lacked a lot of experience that Luke definitely had. She knew that he would never judge her, but that never stopped the nerves that festered.

“All shy all of a sudden, Bambi?” He mocked, hand around her neck tightening as he bit down on her ear lobe, gently tugging at it before letting out a breath, “All big and brave, teasing Sir, aren’t you? If you’re going to start it, then you’re going to finish it. On your knees. Now.”

Releasing a shaky breath, the girl clambered out of Luke’s lap dropping to the floor, in a similar position to the one she had been in minutes before, only in a more sexual manner. Her lips met the tip of his cock, tongue lightly swiping across the base.

His hand grabbed firmly onto the hair on the back of her head, holding her steady as she got used to the feeling of his cock in her mouth before thrusting against her. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, sending vibrations up him, releasing a deep moan from his throat.

“Suck, little girl,” Luke commanded deeply, leaving no room for argument as the smaller girl abided to his command, tongue swiping over him as she reached up to cover the last part of his cock with her hand.

Yet, she didn’t get much further when a ringing sounded through the room, Luke groaning but ultimately pulling away from the girl who stayed on the floor, watching Luke as he grabbed his phone.

“What?” He gritted his teeth lightly, trying to keep his frustration at bay after being interrupted.

He sighed softly, not looking at the small girl with furrowed eyebrows still on the floor as he pulled his jeans back up, clambering to get shoes on and getting ready to leave, hanging the phone up.

“Luke what’s going on?”

“Gang shit, Bambi. I gotta get going, be ready for six, we’re meeting Cal, Ash, and Mike later, remember?” He offered her no more words, but she can tell he isn’t angry at her, just due to their interruption.

However, she can’t help but be frustrated at the interruption, waiting until after Luke leaves to huff and puff about it before starting to get ready.

. . .

“Luke has this old penguin fan account on Instagram from like seven years ago. There’s this one picture on there with him with a penguin hat-”

“Cal, stop,” Luke interrupted Cal swiftly, an arm going around his smaller girlfriend’s waist who looked far too amused by the embarrassing things about Luke that Cal was telling.

“No, no, Calum please keep going. Please,” The girl begged, feeling very comfortable around the Maori boy. They were pleasant, to her at least, and so far they had made her feel very comfortable and very much at home. It was hard to believe that the people joking with her where infamous mobsters, ones that were feared all across the city, and state.

They had met in Ashton’s house, who she had already met before, at six o’clock. It turns out gang members like to be punctual, or maybe it was only these ones.

Luke was in a bit of a hurry once he arrived back home, with no time to finish what he and his girl had started before he had to leave in a hurry, leaving her oh so frustrated. This was only magnified when she saw him afterward, ready to head to Ash’s in that pale pink silk button-up that only seemed like it would suit him; like it was made specifically for him.

Maybe it was.

Luke was never shy of customized clothing, cars, or anything he wanted honestly. If you have the money, why not? Was always his answer when she asked why he seemed to wear all of these expensive items. If it wasn’t custom-made, it was a high-quality designer that he wore, she rarely ever found him in anything that didn’t smell of cash and high-class, -far too expensive but albeit intoxicating- cologne.

This money of Luke’s also happened to extend to her also. He was never shy of picking her up a few things, letting her have his card for shopping and now, he started going out shopping with her too. He didn’t look like the type that would go out with his ‘girlfriend’ or anyone, but in the case of her, he followed her around like a lost puppy; willing to hold her bags, let her drain his bank account. Not that she did, anyway. She was still mindful, even if Luke had more money than he knew what to do with.

“Nah, can’t. Don’t want Luke to kill me for embarrassing me in front of his precious little girlfriend,” Calum teased lightly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to meet Luke’s baby blues. Truthfully, Luke could pretend to be annoyed at Cal and the rest for exposing his old penguin Instagram account but he was just glad to see them getting along with the girl that owned his heart.

She was the first girlfriend that his best friends seemed to approve of. He didn’t normally bring his girlfriends to meet them, but the ones he did, the boys he called his best friends didn’t usually like them. For the first time, Luke could actually see a future with the girl in front of him, beamingly smiling as Cal and Michael joke about with her and laughing at their attempts of humor.

God, he loved her.

“So, do you think they like me?” She asked the moment they got home, the door shut behind them. Luke turned around, staring at the wide-eyed girl with a small smile on his lips.

Did she seriously not realize how much they liked her? Especially with how much joking that they had done with her, he was certain that she would have realized but then again, she wasn’t the most self-assured person when it comes to new people. He nodded his head, “Yeah, Bambi. They really liked you.”

Luke would never get over the way her eyes sparkled, his smile only growing. She looked amazing in that red silky dress that he had bought her, and he looked just as good in the coral colored button-up he was wearing.

Their lips met softly, Luke bending down slightly to meet her lips as the girl went up on her tiptoes, bare feet on the top of Luke’s shoes. He didn’t mind, in fact, he barely even realized as he swiped his tongue across her bottom lip for access which she quickly gave him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, one entangling in his blond curls, while his went around her waist and one under her ass, lifting her up.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, lips never breaking away from his as she moaned into the kiss. She pushed herself closer to him as the kiss heated up, eyes closed as Luke tried his best to navigate the way to their bedroom. Thankfully, even with his eyes partially closed and completely distracted by the soft lips on his, he managed to get there, fumbling with the doorknob before kicking the door open.

Luke pulled away quickly to get a breath, now at the edge of the bed as his mouth went to the side of her face, pressing kisses along her neck before whispering in a sinfully sultry voice, “Let’s finish what we started earlier, huh?”

With that, she was placed down on the bed, staring at Luke with a glaze in her eyes, lust, lips slightly swollen as he pushed her dress up, nudging her underwear to the side. His fingers ghosted over her pussy, making her take a ragged intake of breath. He was on top of her, watching her as she awaited every movement of his fingers, completely helpless under his touch.

“So wet for me, baby,” He murmured, pressing a few chaste kisses against the base of her neck as he rubbed her slit. She didn’t reply just yet, whining lightly when he slowed down his movements, coming to a stop, “Tell me what you want baby.”

“You, Lu. I want you, sir,” Her words flooded out of her mouth quickly, the aching between her legs becoming too much. If Luke didn’t do something about it soon then she would have to. She stared up at his smirking face above her. His fingers pulled away from her, making her whine as he reached for his belt, skillfully unbuckling it and letting his cock spring free from its confines.

He looked up at her as he repositioned himself, her squirming with need beneath him before he lined his tip at her entrance, baby blues meeting her eyes, “You sure?”

She nodded vigorously in return, but Luke didn’t move, commanding lightly, “Words, baby.”

“Please Luke, I’m sure. Please fuck me.” He swatted her thigh at the sound of the swear falling from her lips but obliged nonetheless, plunging deep into her letting out a moan, her strangled moan following behind.

He plunged in once again, hitting a spot that made her whimper and moan at the same time, hands reaching around to his back, clawing on the now exposed skin. Luke’s hips are flushed against hers as he goes deep inside of her once again, both moaning.

“Fuck, Bambi,”

Luke’s pace quickened, thrusts becoming sloppier as he continued to thrust into her, hitting her sweet spot over and over, moans filling the room with small pleads from her and soft curses from him.

Then a phone went off. Luke froze inside of her, and she groaned, sweaty, a mess, and incredibly sexually frustrated. She could feel Luke sitting inside of her; how big he was. She thought that he was going to ignore the phone call, to continue something that they were robbed of earlier. He wasn’t really going to let them be interrupted twice today, was he?

He reached over to the bedside table, picking his phone up and looking at the caller ID before sighing. He pulled out of her, baby blues looking at her with a frown, “I need to take this.”

“Luke,” It was a plead. For him to stay with her, to let them finish what they started. She shuffled lightly until she was sitting in front of him, on her knees. Her hand went to the side of his face, caressing it gently as she put her face at his neck, “Stay with me, Sir. I need you.”

He knew exactly what she was trying to do, but he wasn’t going to fall for it. He pulled away from her, gripping onto her side as a warning with his free hand, “No, Bambi.”

His voice was low, a warning for her to stop what she was doing as he sent her a pointed look. He didn’t even let her make another move or get another word in before he was back in his jeans and walking out of the room, leaving her alone.

The seconds that she was alone turned into minutes, and those minutes turned into ten, then fifteen. She shifted uncomfortably, still on edge and incredibly frustrated. It didn’t seem like Luke was coming back as he had left without saying goodbye or telling her where he was going to be or how long. Was this all because she had tried to get him to stay?

Well, if he wasn’t going to get back, she would have to take stuff into her own hands. Leaning back, her hand reached her own clit, rubbing desperately, basking in the feeling once again. This time, she would get the job done.

Her fingers slipped inside of her, curling into her, moans softly filtering out of her lips. She was close, her fingers covered in her own slick as she continued to curl her hands into herself, soft pants falling from her lips as she spread her legs more to get a better angle, trying to go deeper.

Her hands would never be as good as Luke’s though, her small fingers not holding a torch to his digits. He knew everything that made her squirm, even better than she did, he had her all decoded, knew how to navigate her better than anyone else ever could.

“Baby I need to get-” Luke opened the door, stopping when his eyes met her figure on the middle of the bed, fingers inside of her as soft breaths fell from her lips. Her head titled back, eyes lidded as he froze on the spot before a smirk made its way onto his face.

“Really?” He asked incredulously, sauntering up to the bed before grabbing onto her wrist, pulling her fingers out of her desperate cunt making her whine. Her eyes met his, which never strayed, even after he brought her hand up to his mouth and swirling his tongue around her slick-covered digits.

“Lu-”

“Quiet,” He shut her up quickly, voice hard and commanding, something that made nerves bundle in her stomach and turned her on even more. He stood up again, sauntering over to the dresser before pulling a belt from the top of it, grabbing her hands and confining them with the thick leather, “Since you can’t keep your hands off of that pretty little pussy of mine, I guess we’re going to have to do something about that.”

Luke pulled her up to the headboard, hooping the leather around there and tightening it. When he let go, she pulled against the leather restraints, only to find her hands unable to move from their position at the headboard.

“So desperate to cum, baby? Well, you’ll be desperate to stop after I make you come over and over until there’s no more cum left in your body and you're writhing beneath me. Do you understand me, baby?”

“Yes Sir,” She whimpered out in return, nodding her head as she breathed heavily, watching Luke’s hand as it trailed teasingly down her side until it reached her pussy, a finger flicking up and down it, making her hips jerk up.

“But first of all, I need to go deal with the drug run. See you later, Bambi.”

And with a smirk on his face, Luke left his girlfriend there, tied up to the bed, whining for him to come back. And he would, and when he did, she wouldn’t be walking for days afterward.

#luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x you #luke hemmings x y/n #gang!luke hemmings x reader #gang!luke hemmings #gang!luke hemmings x oc #luke hemmings gang #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings x oc

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Hi…I came running as soon as the request opened. I just had my bday and would love a…Sylvain modern day nsfw / SFW fic about celebrating his s/o bday pls? Thanks a bunch.

Yes indeed! Sorry my requests are so backed up that it took me a while to get to this lol but I hope you had a lovely birthday!

Sylvain (FE3H) x AFAB Reader (no pronouns)

Birthday fluff & smut - Modern AU

NSFW 18+

"Hand over your controller, you're banned from the next round," Felix scowls with an intensity hardly suited to a game of Smash Bros, but Sylvain merely grins as he rolls his eyes.

"It's not my fault you can't time your shield properly," Sylvain says as he tosses his controller towards Mercedes, who fumbles it a bit on contact, "But fine, if you guys can't handle my masterful strategies, then go play in the kiddie pool with each other for a bit."

You give your boyfriend a skeptical grin as he wraps an arm around your waist beside you, seemingly oblivious to the stream of critical comments regarding his "masterful strategies." The general consensus is that they were cheap and repetitive at best, but Ingrid does remind everyone that they should have expected Sylvain to go to such lengths to win in front of you.

Annette leans back over the arm of the couch to look up at the two of you,

"Hey Sylvain, since you've been dishonorably discharged, mind grabbing us some refills?"

"'Dishonorably discharged,' c'mon-" he scoffs, looking to you for backup, but before you can chime in, Ingrid adds,

"Formally exiled?"

Followed by,

"Kindly instructed to piss off," from a still very irritated Felix. Sylvain throws his hands up and sighs,

"Fine, fine, another round of drinks from your humble servant," he nudges you on his way to the stairs, "Mind giving me a hand? We're looking at eight or nine drinks."

"And be an accomplice to a known criminal?" You reply with a smirk, though you do follow to help nonetheless.

You can't remember the last time you felt so naturally warm and giddy. Sylvain can be a terrible tease, and sometimes more flippant than you'd like- but there's no doubt in your mind that he cherishes you, especially given all he'd arranged for your birthday. By some miracle, he'd managed to get all of your mutual friends to schedule time that weekend to spend at a rented cabin ("cabin" only in the loosest sense of the word- it's more of a rustic mansion), sharing drinks and food, games and movies, and enough dumb jokes that your face is already sore from laughter. You hadn't expected him to go to such lengths for your birthday, and if you did dare to imagine how he would choose to celebrate, you'd assumed it would be something more traditionally romantic. But frankly, that he'd instead chosen to surround you with your friends showed that he understood you better than perhaps you'd even considered.

Not to say you haven't been quite pleased with the moments of alone time that the two of you have stolen among the celebrations. And judging by the sideways glance he sends your direction as you follow him up the stairs from the basement, he has something similar in mind for you right now.

As you reach the kitchenette area, you mumble to yourself,

"Okay, it was Pilsner for Ingrid and Dimitri, gin and tonic for Dedue-"

"C'mere, you," Sylvain says in a low and devious tone as he tugs you to him by the waist. He cuts off your coy laughter with his lips on yours. Strong hands run up your sides as he pushes you against the nearest wall, and the sound of your friends downstairs immediately fades from your mind. With a soft moan, you part your lips for his tongue, as skillful as ever as it runs against yours, sensually exploring your mouth. Then, you feel his hand grab at your ass, shamelessly enjoying the feeling of your flesh filling out his palm and then some. He gives a low groan, and his kisses begin to trail away from your lips and along your jawline. Already panting despite yourself, you cling to the front of his t-shirt and manage to say,

"Sylvain-! The... the others will notice- we don't have time..."

"No time to spoil the guest of honor on their own birthday?" he whispers against your ear, "Just try me. You won't last more than five minutes."

His fingers play coyly at the hem of your shorts, but his lips part from you as he awaits your go-ahead. You give a slanted smile and say,

"You win one round of Smash and get all cocky. Fine, just try it- but if it takes too long, we have to go b-"

Before you can finish, he's lifted you into his arms, only to set you down, sitting on the nearest countertop. Sylvain catches you in one more deep, impassioned kiss, pulling yet another gasping moan from you. Your thighs grip around his hips, but he suddenly breaks from you, leaving your very-kissed lips slightly parted. Then, he tugs your shorts and panties down your legs at once, and lowers onto his knees.

"Sylvain!" you gasp out, though you do lean back and angle yourself for him as his head dips between your parted thighs. Your boyfriend wastes no time- in an instant, the heat of his mouth is on your clit and the surrounding sensitive flesh. Throwing your head back, you moan aloud, glad that the TV downstairs is so loud and your friends are shouting and jeering their way through their next match. Without a thought, your fingers tangle through his fiery hair, urging him on as his tongue pulses eagerly against your stiffened clit. Sylvain's hands grip your thighs as he presses himself against you, servicing you near obsessively. It seems he meant to make good on that "no more than five minutes" threat.

The heat of his breath and the vibration of his voice send a shiver up your spin as he groans against you. For a moment, his tongue travels lower, teasing at your soaking wet entrance. You whimper, your hips pitching towards him subconsciously as he laps at your juices. He thrusts into you, and you gasp out his name, your fingers tightening in his hair. Still- he doesn't linger there for long. He can tell you're close. Returning to your aching clit, he buries himself between the soaked lips of your pussy, sucking at the tender flesh while the tip of his tongue flicks across the sensitive little nub.

Your eyes roll back, your legs tremble around him, and you swear that for a moment, you see white. With a final cry of his name, you grind your hips against him, urging him harder against your throbbing clit until you cum with a powerful shudder through your entire body. Panting heavily, face flushed, you watch him pull away from you with a smirk and a pleased hum. Once more, he drags his tongue along your slit, licking up your cum and savoring your taste and your little squeak of surprise.

"No... no fair..." you whimper out. Sylvain only chuckles as he rises to his feet with your previously discarded shorts and panties in hand.

"So? How long did you last, babe?" he prods with an absolutely insufferable smirk. You make an attempt at a disapproving glare as you snatch your clothing from him. At first, you ignore the question, sliding back onto your feet to dress yourself. "C'mon," Sylvain graciously allows you to make yourself presentable before urging you to look at him with a hand at your chin, "tell me how quickly I made you cum."

Your eyes dart to the nearby microwave clock, and you grumble,

"Just under four minutes..."

Sylvain's grin widens, and he places a sweet and soft kiss to your lips,

"Happy birthday, babe."

"That was... a hell of a present," you admit with a shy smile.

"Please, that was only a warmup," he says, amber eyes indulgently wandering your body, "Your birthday's not over yet, you know. You'll get the real present later tonight."

The mere thought causes that familiar warmth to bloom at your core, and you have half a mind to drag him away to the nearest bed here and now. But then, you both turn your heads at the sound of roaring cheers and boos, and the telltale banter of the end of another round. You and Sylvain exhale in unison, and he turns to the refrigerator while you take a moment to finish composing yourself.

"Right, so we're looking at two Pilsners, a gin and tonic, two rum and cokes, a cider, and... y'know what, let's just bring the wine down there with us for ease of access."

Sylvain rattles off everyone's drink orders as though he hadn't just interrupted his errand to drive you to a mind-numbing orgasm. You give an awkward half-smile and shrug, then come to receive as many drinks as you can carry. As he lists them off to ensure he hasn't forgotten anyone's order, you interrupt him by standing on your toes and planting a brief but tender kiss to his lips.

"Thank you, Sylvain," you see his eyebrow quirk upward and go on, "For- for planning all of this just for my birthday. And for the incredible orgasm," you add, since you can see him about to mention it, "but mostly for how fun this whole weekend has been."

Seeing Sylvain blush is a rare treat, but you're certain you can see that faint flush across his fair complexion at your praise. His gaze softens and he says simply,

"You know I'd do anything for you."

Soon enough, you're both headed back to the basement with arms full of drinks, moving slowly to avoid tripping or spilling. As you start distributing your cargo, Felix mutters something about the wait, to which Sylvain flippantly replies,

"Sorry man, beer can exploded, total mess."

"Dumbass," Felix mutters, though he receives his hard cider graciously. Sylvain glances over at you, and the knowing smirk he wears, tinged with genuine warmth and fondness, makes you all the more eager for the coming night.

#sylvain jose gautier #sylvain x reader #fire emblem #fe3h #feh #fire emblem three houses #blue lions #modern au #fire emblem smut #fire emblem imagines

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ranhaitanisgf · 3 years

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;; 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊

otherwise read as: scaramouche is stupidly soft for you

❧ masterlist

As it would seem, being acquainted with Harbingers from the Fatui always brought about interesting events, and more times than naught, these events would come about to ruin whatever plans you had for the rest of the day, not that you exactly minded most of the time.

"What a bold subordinate you are, I wonder what exactly your intentions are..." You pondered thoughtfully.

"Just shut up and be quiet, your constant mumbling is givin' me a damn headache!" Typical Fatui Skirmishers, and especially typical of those gifted Cryo suits by the Tsaritsa. They all looked and acted exactly the same; you found it quite interesting how they seemed all be so similar.

"Oh~? And eating an entire Sweet Madame in two bites doesn't give a headache or at least a stomachache?" You answered back. (If you guys don't know one of the Cryo skirmishers idle's is literally eating like an entire sweet madame or something like pls sir what are you doing-)

He grumbled something under his breath and tightened the rope around your arms and neck, trying to constrict your breath.

"Wow, kinky~ I didn't know the Fatui were like- oh fuck..." A sharp pain to the side of your head promptly shut you up, and you clenched your eye as blood started to drip down from where the Skirmisher had hit you with his heavy armor.

"God, your mouth almost makes this not worth it, your stupid friend better show up so I can become a Harbinger already!" You rolled your eyes at his words, instead quite pissed off now that you had a pounding headache.

"And your stupidity almost makes up for the headache you've given me. You're not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" Before he could respond, you froze the rope on your hands and easily broke it off, along with the rope around your neck. In a flash, the Skirmisher was pinned on the ground, your foot on his neck.

"One would think that you would research somebody and study them before kidnapping them, wouldn't you think? Research is one of the most important things when studying a target, but you wouldn't know anything about that." The terrified look on his face made you think twice; while you did enjoy researching and studying people, this man would serve no use to you, although it would be a little enjoyable to scare him.

A deadly aura suddenly surrounded you, malice in your eyes as you stared at him.

"̸̡̹̻͉͕̈́͂̆ͅĮ̷̠̺̥̠͎̦̭̿̉́̄l̴͓̮̲͈͔̻̜͉̙̠̋͘͠l̶̛͍͙̍͗̍̿̏̒͋̑̕ ̴̈́̋̓̅̋͊l̶̥̳͓͔̣̪͆͆͌̚ë̷͒̽̍̍̃͝t̶͈͇̫̘̮̀̽̎ ̷̙̺̺͎̮̳͉̅̅ͅy̶̽̉̋̊͗��̧̹͓̺̬̹͔̤ͅo̷̧̭̞͑̈́u̴͈̜̻̯̦̓͆̈͗̉̏̈́̂̊̚ ̵̝̟͕̬̟̍̎̚ǵ̶̫͚̮̣̭̥̣̯̎͆̎̀ô̵͓͎̓͊̈́̈́͗̽͘͝ ̶̛͚̼̤̲̙̑͑̔̀͑t̵̙̦̻̔̽ḩ̸̪̟̽̑̋͝i̵͖̗̠̭̓̃̃̇̐s̷̨̮̞͓͕̦̭͓̘̓̏̉͑̈́̚ ̵̧̛̤̮̭̫͖̹͖̖̗̃̓̓̉̅̏̌̕͝ẗ̷̡͈̜̯̗͙̘͕̐̈́͗̑̔̀̾̀̄ͅḯ̵̱̝̰̽ͅm̷̢̮͉͔̞͖͕̦̅́̃͐͘ẽ̴̼̣̄̓̔͒͑̾͜,̴͈̲͎͍̹̏̇̀̀̔͌̍́͑͝ ̶̨̛͔̞̳̞̝̞̈́͗́͗̄ͅb̷̼̤͍̖͎̗̭̎́û̴̦͚̹̞͎̜̰̿̅͌t̸̼̪̍̀͆͌̿̏̇̀̚ ̶̡̨͚͙̞͓̯̞̰̌̾̏́͐͑̓͛̄̕n̴̡͖͎̐̈́e̸̖̹̯͂x̴͈̀̄̊̓̽̉̆̚͘t̶̝̺̠̺̲̗̽̃͂̅̉͑̆͘ ̶̥̮̝̿͘͜ͅt̷̤̯͎͚̍i̵̩̬͇̱͓̫̇̽̃́͐͂͊́͜͜͝ͅm̷̩͕̦͒ę̸̧̡̺̤̥̯̗͈͌͆͝ ̷̧̼̜͈̭̂̏̋ý̷̨͎̪͙͚̫̘̳̳͌̃͌̾͝ͅȏ̴̫̟͍́͐̉͘͝u̴̡͔̳̿͋ͅ ̵͔̥̮̤͗̾ͅm̵̪̟̳̞̯̭͖̿͗̀́ę̷̢̛͇̫͈̦́̇̌̕s̷̨̬̘͈͓͓̫̺͔̀͗̽̍̕s̷͓̤̦̮̗͊̚ ̷̢̡͇͓̙̞̪̟͗̌̃̌̍̅̓̐͑͠w̶̡͈͚̺̩̘̬̲̼̙̐͛͋̚i̷̫͐̉͋̿̐̈͒͐̉̚ẗ̴͓͛̔̓̌̽̀̓͆͝h̸̢̡͍̝͈͉̝͂̈́̍ ̵̰̲̰̞͕͚̿̊͌͗͐͑̿̓̕̚m̸̛̺͔͕̣̰͐̈́̄̑̚ͅë̴͇̀̍͝͝͠ ̶̺͚̹̳̈̃̑̑͑͐́̆͘ͅi̸̫̤̤͓͖̹͐̇̿̾̆̅͛̔̕͝ͅš̷̺̠̟̭̹͋̚ ̵̣̊̀͐͊t̷̛̬͚͊̿͆́̑͆̒̚h̷͍͎̜̖̗̫̉̓̈́̈͐͊̈̔͘ͅe̸̠̔͆̇͌̐̾̿͊̓͝ ̶̛̪̣̠̬̹͈̉͌̆͝͝ͅl̸̖͉̩͉̤̰̞̗̋̀̏̊̑̄a̴̛͍̫̎͂̊̈́̒͗̇͠s̵̛̛̜͉̰̼̼̦̙̈́̑̍͌͐͝ͅţ̸͙̩́̍̑̾̍͋͊͘͝ ̶̡͕̯̙̬͗̈͛̔̕͝t̴̬͍͚̦͍͈͇͇̂̆̓̕i̸͍̥̫̝͔̘̅̿̉͜m̴̥͕̗̗̼͔͇̒́͒̃ĕ̷̘͛̚͝.̶̢̖̩͚͍̈́̆̔̍̾̕͝ ̵͙͓̣̝̔̌̏͘̕L̴̡̛̹̼̜̰̝͚̳͛̿͊̆̈̈́͜ë̶̪̋̉́̋̓̄̆͜͝a̵̟̙̎́̍̃̓̋͐̃̈́͠v̸̡̬̻̪̺͂̄̊̏͛͒̕͝͝ę̶̟̈́̽̃̈́̈́̂̾̄͝.̶̧̧̜̦̻͖̯̫̈́̿̐͒͊̇̐͋͗͜"̴̺̳͓̱̞̅̔͒͆̀̐̃

("I'll let you go this time, but next time you mess with me is the last time. Leave.")

A strangled scream left the man's throat as you lifted your foot off of him. He immediately started running as fast he could, and you watched until he had run off into the distance.

Sighing, you wiped off some of the blood on your head with your sleeve, wincing from the pounding that was a lot more prominent now.

"Goodness gracious, I'm so fuckin tired...haven't slept in six goddamn days, 'Can you do my commission for me?' 'Can you do this for me?' Holy fuck..." You walked over to a nearby tree and slumped against it, fatigue taking over your body. The sky was a nice blue, so at least there wasn't going to rain anytime soon.

"Blegh...still have to go meet up with Childe...go all the way to Liyue..."

"Didn't think I would find you in the middle of this dump of a camp."

"Huh? Oh..." As you looked up, you saw Scaramouche looking around the camp with a disgusted look on his face, before rolling his eyes and looking back at you.

"Is that really all you have to say to me?"

"Yes."

"..."

"Wait, why are you here? Thought you were supposed to be doing the fandango somewhe-"

"Do not finish that sentence." You looked up at Scaramouche, who had an extremely irritated face.

"Meh, you deserve it. After all, it was one of your subordinates who slowed down my day." Scaramouche scoffed at you, taking another glance at the now-abandoned Fatui camp.

You closed your eyes, determined to get some sleep before your meetup with Childe.

"What happened here? I thought my subordinates were cleaner than this,"

"Say that to your Cryo guys who eat an entire Sweet Madame in one bite, and also like to randomly knock out people when they're doing important things." You huffed, getting up and stretching your arms over your head, wincing again from the pounding in your head.

"Anyways, I better get going now, I have to go all the way to Liyue and meet up with Childe and whatnot, and also-"

"What happened to your head?" You glanced at Scaramouche, whose eyebrows were furrowed as he locked his eyes onto the slight bleeding on your temple.

"Huh? Oh, just a thing that happened when I was here, no biggie." Scaramouche didn't say anything in return, but instead walked over and turned your head to the side so he could get a better look. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt his fingers on your chin; it felt like electro was triggered when his skin touched yours.

"Er, Scara-"

"Shut up." His hand gently moved your hair, trying to get a better look at the wound.

"Seriously, I need to-"

"Didn't I say to shut up?" You bit your lip, nervous about his next moves, yet also slightly excited. After a moment of looking at the wound, he took a small square of gauze and taped it to your temple.

The alcohol burned, making you wince a bit, but what was more interesting was Scaramouche's sudden behavior, but you were too tired to look into it further.

The feeling of his fingers slightly in your hair caused you to close your eyes for a brief moment from your fatigue, though you quickly opened them once you realized what you were doing.

"Are you tired?" You moved your head back to look at him, not realizing he was so close; close enough in fact that you were just under his hat, the brim bumping the crown of your head. His purple eyes pierced yours, telling you to answer the question. A slight flush filled your cheeks, but he didn't seem to be moving anytime soon.

"I guess so, I've been really busy for the past week, but I still need to get to Liyue by tonight because I'm meeting up with Childe and Zhongli for dinner to discuss some stuff about the Rite of Parting and the Qixing, and apart of the whole Qixing talk I bet the adepti will be brought up, as well as some research about starconches and cor lapis, oh and also- ah, nevermind, I'm rambling." You awkwardly smiled at him as he stared at you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"You really are an idiot. I can tell you haven't slept for a couple of days, have you been doing other people's commissions, or perhaps it's more research? You're too nice sometimes." He stepped back, his hand pressing to his forehead in a frustrated manner before looking back at you with a slightly annoyed look on his face.

"You even let that scum go, even though he betrayed direct orders from me. Archons...you're so dumb," He sighed, looking at you with a softer look.

"Okay cool, is that all? I kind of need to leave now." You stared blankly at him, struggling to keep your eyes open, and barely managing to keep them half-open, although your other struggle was trying to get away so you could relax and not have your heart beating so quickly.

"(Y/N), you're so fatigued you can't even keep your eyes open, I can see it from here. Just- ugh, just stop doing so many things for other people at the cost of your own health."

"Mhm..." You leaned back against the tree, your eyes closed as you tried to listen to the rest of his words.

He suddenly stopped talking, which made you curious, but not curious enough to open your eyes; the relief from closing them felt amazing.

Yet all of a sudden, you felt a presence in front of you, and a hand behind your head, which suddenly pushed your head forward onto something warm.

"You're such an idiot." You felt a bright blush fill your cheeks, and your heart started beating extremely fast, though when you listened closely, you could hear another heart beating just as fast. His chin rested on the top of your head, holding you close to him as his other arm slid around your waist.

"Stop calling me an idiot."

"Whatever, just...sleep. You don't have to go and meet with Childe." You raised your head slightly to look at him, but he pushed your head back down into his chest, (possibly because he didn't want you to see him blushing 0///0)

"Why not?"

"I told him you couldn't make it,"

"Why?"

"It doesn't matter why,"

"Yes, it does-"

"Stop asking questions, I'm taking you back,"

"Back where?"

"Goth Grand Hotel,"

"Mm..." After a moment or two, Scaramouche pulled away, and you huffed from the sunlight that was now in your eyes.

"Scaramouche..." Before you knew it, his hands slid under your legs and under your back, and he was carrying you.

"Huh-!?"

"Shut up! Just sleep!" He scoffed, turning his head to the side. An idea popped into your head, and before you could really think it over...

"Scaramouche,"

"What." He slightly turned his head to look at you, a furious blush all over his face.

Your hand went behind his neck, just under where his hat started to cover the back of his head and pushed him towards you, but stopped right before your lips touched.

"Your turn~" You sleepily said, a lazy smile on your face. Without hesitating, Scaramouche pushed his lips onto yours, locking your lips in a firm kiss.

The electro between your lips was dazzling, and your heart was on overdrive at this point, although it sadly ended after a few moments when you pulled away.

You immediately passed out, your fatigue winning you over.

"What an idiot."

#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #readerinsert #reader #genshinimpactxreader #reader insert #scaramouchexreader #;; hana writes genshin

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When in Brazil - Beach

pairing: Oikawa x f!reader genre: SMUT wc: 7.8k (i am deceast bye) warnings: fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, edging

Let me bore you to death zzz

I promise the last chapter will be exciting (in my head it is at least) :(

Prior to this series, I have zero knowledge about Brazil. So if there's anything sus somewhere there as I describe Rio, pls be kind to me.

No beta for this one once again uwu

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In the hustle and bustle of a busy city as Rio de Janeiro, one finds themselves having their time stolen away from them as they get swept up in all the craziness the place has to offer.

That’s you, except the craziness is in the form of a never ending cycle of wake up, work, then go home.

You’re just glad a certain orange-haired boy joins you from time to time to ease your thirst for something exciting.

Yet sometimes, you crave the silence, the quiet, to be alone and actually enjoy it. Living in one of the most tourist-infested places in the world, you rarely find yourself in such a situation.

That’s why you dragged your feet outside even if your clock tells you it’s 2:48 in the morning.

You woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t get back to sleep. Rather than waste your time away in bed, you grab a can of beer from your fridge and decide to make the most out of it.

The thing about Rio — it’s almost never silent. Even at this time, you can hear the soft beat of music from the local bars and clubs alongside the sound of the sea right across the streets where they’re located. The shores of Copacabana, being the most famous beach in the city, are never empty as well.

But what good is being a local if you don’t know places you can hide from the crowd?

A tad bit more than kilometer away from Copacabana is Posto 1 in Praio de Leme, a beach not as crowded as the others.

With the absence of people flocking here and there, you easily make your way to the beach, almost prancing on your steps for the slight tang of freedom and muted noise you haven’t had in forever.

Despite the stroll being an all-familiar route you take, it feels blissfully different. And when you arrive at Posto 1, you suddenly feel grateful for living in Rio. You take your slippers off and feel the sand beneath the soles of your feet. The smell of salt water permeates the air while you welcome the dainty breeze brought by the sea.

You savor each step, taking your time to reach a certain spot you consider yours as the darkness of the dims the bright liveliness of the city.

Luck must be in your side as you find the place still as you remember it the last time you went there. Trees surround the area abundantly compared to the more famous beaches in the city.

Lifeguard stations that separate the area covered by each beach look like mini lighthouses made of white stone. Posto 1, being the first station, is situated beside rocky shore that signals the other end of the beach.

In between Posto 1 and the clump of rocks, that’s your secret spot. The station blocks the view of the rest of the shoreline, the trees behind you conceal you from the buildings across the street, and the rocks perfectly completes the set up as it eludes you to think that you’re hidden from the tropical urban jungle that is Rio.

You pick a spot near a tree so you can lean on something when you sit down. You unknot the canga on your hip and sprawl it on the sand. You seat yourself comfortably and cross your stretched legs. You open your can of beer and savor the first taste as you stare in the vast darkness

You don’t know how long you’ll stay there, but you don’t care. You have the day off tomorrow and you don’t mind if you’re there long enough that the sun will rise on you.

Damn. You should’ve brought at least two cans of beer for this.

However, your paradise of being alone was quickly interrupted when you hear coarse footsteps approaching somewhere behind you. Shortly after, a figure emerges from the trees, much to your displeasure.

He notices your presence too as he looks your way as soon as he comes to your view.

“Hi!” The stranger greets you all too friendly, which adds to your irritation. You haven’t even enjoyed your time alone and you’re already disrupted. What’s worse is that it’s not even a local. It’s a freaking tourist, probably Japanese based on his features.

“Sorry, but the beach is closed at this time,” you announce in an amicable manner despite being annoyed, something working on a diner has instilled in you for years.

“Oh? But you’re here,” he responds with an easy-going smile that pisses you off even more. You should’ve spoken in Portugese. Maybe then, he would’ve left you alone. “Yeah. It’s not open for tourists at night,” you lie with a fake smile, still hoping that he’ll leave.

However, he does the opposite. He crosses the few steps away from you and crouches to get to your eye level. You stare at his face for a few seconds and realize that he’s actually attractive — brown hair, brown eyes, and a dazzling smile.

Still, you came here to be alone. You don’t want the company of another, no matter how good looking they are.

“Can’t you make an exception for one tourist?” He flashes you a grin that you’re pretty sure would sway a lot of women when directed at them. Maybe you too on a different night. But not this one.

“I’d be honest, mr tourist. I prefer to be alone. If you go past that station, you’ll find a lot of space for yourself.”

He purses his lips. “But it seems more fun here, ms local.”

How is this place fun? There’s literally nothing here. That’s why you claimed this place for your own because people rarely go here when the night deepens.

He’s most likely looking for someone to bother and entertain himself, as expected of tourists.

You sigh when you realize he’ll probably keep pestering you until you give in. You take one sip of your beer and turn to him.

“You better hold one hell of a conversation, tourist. Or else I’ll be the one leaving,” you announce with a deadpan voice.

He chuckles lightly before sitting on the sand. He extends one leg on the side while he bends up the other so he can rest his elbow on his knee. “I’m sure I can manage,” he declares with unshakeable confidence that makes you scoff a bit.

The guy is full of himself. If he wasn’t very pleasing to look at, you would’ve left already.

You return your gaze to the dark waters to distract yourself from his presence. “I’d offer you a beer, but I only brought one.” You say out of courtesy as you lean back to the tree and try to relax despite the stranger beside you.

“I won’t mind sharing yours,” he responds casually.

You take one more sip and face his direction to hand him the drink in your hand. He grabs it with a smile and a wink that would’ve made you cringe if he didn’t look so damn good when he did it.

He puts the drink on his mouth and nips it casually. “So what’s a pretty local doing at the shore at this hour?”

You raise an eyebrow at the subtle flattery he included in his question. “Like I said, I wanted some time alone. Unfortunately for me though, a very rude tourist arrived a few minutes after I just settled down,” you eye him meaningfully which earns you a pout from him.

You almost want to laugh. What is up with this guy? He’s a bit weird, but in a charming kind of way. “What about you, tourist? What’re you doing out this late at night?”

“Jetlag. Our hotel’s just across the street and the people I’m with are already tired. I’m so bored,” he whines as he drinks again from your can before he hands it to you.

“So you decided to take a stroll in a completely foreign city?”

He feigns a surprised look. “Are you a fortune teller?”

“A witch, actually. Better leave now before I curse you,” you warn him with a straight face.

Not even fazed a bit, he meets your dead eyes with affable ones. “I don’t mind being cursed by you, ms. witch.”

You shrug off your shoulders, unaffected by the flattery. You’re used to it with the amount of foreigners hitting on you during tourist season. “You better decide what you’ll call me then,” you respond coldly.

“You really want to keep being strangers, huh?”

Something surfaces in his orbs that unnerves you, a glint that tells you there’s more to this man behind the pompous persona he’s purposely showing you.

“Uh-huh. Ms. local sounds fine to me.” Not that he seems dangerous or anything, but you don’t want to get to know him. You’d like to remain as strangers. This is just a small chat for you both to pass time. There’s no need for names when you already have a way to address each other.

“Alright then, ms local. Lets play a game.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What game?”

“A guessing game. The person who first gets three correct guesses about the other wins.”

“What does the winner get?” You ask with intrigue.

“Anything they want.”

You tap the can of beer dangling from your fingertips while you study him. What can he possibly ask of you if he wins? He looks friendly, but you can’t be too certain. He might ask for something like your number. You have no intentions of giving it to him and getting involved with a tourist. The most you can get from the is a one night stand and a “thank you for the experience” message, as if fucking a local completes their whole Rio trip.

He suddenly laughs. “Don’t worry. I won’t ask for anything weird. I just want the tree you’re leaning at.”

You frown at him. “Seriously? There’s another tree over there.” You point a tree a few steps away from him.

“I want that one specifically,” he says firmly as he ignores where you’re looking at and eyes the trunk you’re leaning on.

“Okay then, tourist. If I win, will you leave?”

“Deal” he quickly agrees. “Go ahead, ms local. Ladies first.”

Without even thinking, you make your first guess. “You’re probably a model or an actor in Japan.”

He breaks into a wide smile at your hunch, which doesn’t tell you anything whether you were right or wrong. “You really think so?”

Did you get it wrong? He seems like someone who has a nightly skin care routine to make sure he doesn’t have any breakouts. His skin looks nicer than yours too. So it makes sense for him to be either of the two.

You don’t tell him that though. He looks like he’s well aware that he’s a pretty boy.

“I mean you do look nice. You’re tall and stuff,” you justify briefly.

He gives out a pleasant laugh that sounds way too rehearsed, like he’s been practicing it in case someone compliments him.

“I’m flattered, but no. Sorry!”

He doesn’t look sorry at all. “Actually, I’m a starter for a pro Volleyball team in Argentina,” he says with his face becoming a little bit more serious as it oozes with pride. You find it interesting — how he glorifies being an athlete. He does have the build for it, but he’s kinda too pretty to be a professional athlete.

Your thoughts suddenly go back to Shoyo now that he mentioned the sport.

“Oh oh oh wait,” your enthusiasm shoots up when a hilarious assumption hits you. “I’ll go again then you’ll get two turns after this,” you clear your throat before voicing out your thoughts.

“Let me guess. You traveled all the way from Japan to Argentina to pursue Volleyball,” you declare with all smiles despite how ridiculous it might have seemed to him. You could waste one guess to entertain yourself.

He stares at you wide-eyed with disbelief. “How did you know that?”

You gape at him in surprise. You were just goofing around with Shoyo’s story. You don’t expect that he’d have a similar story.

“For real?”

He nods. “Yeah. That was frighteningly accurate.”

Wow. What were the chances that you were actually right? What was just a ridiculous hunch was actually on point. Now, you’re far more entertained. You’ll ask for his name before you part ways and tell Shoyo about him. You don’t have a clue what the Volleyball scene is like in Japan so maybe somehow, they know each other.

He recovers after a quick while and regains his composure. “Okay, my turn. I’m guessing…,” he looks up as he scurries what guess he’ll make before his gaze lands back to you, “you’re into nice guys.”

You let out a scoff at his too safe of a guess. He must be frolicking when he appears to be thinking earlier because that’s kind of a no-brainer.

“Who isn’t?” You ask back sarcastically instead of confirming that he’s right.

“A lot of women actually,” he swiftly responds. “So that’s one for me. And I’m also guessing you don’t go out much.” This time he doesn’t pretend to be thinking and straight up tells you, as if he’s figured it out already earlier.

You squint at him. “How did you know?”

“You wouldn’t be out here at this time of the night if you did,” he cocks an eyebrow as he answers.

Shit. That’s two correct guesses off the bat. The stakes are not that high for you. You’ll just lose a back rest, but it unnerves you that he’s this astute. You just assumed that he’s nothing but good looks.

You put a little more effort to the game he initiated and thought of a hunch that’s very likely to be correct.

“Umm. I think you like beer,” you surmise. If he didn’t mind sharing one with a stranger, he must like it enough.

He purses his lips to the side and shakes his head. “Nope. I think it’s vile. Also, our fitness coach will chew me out if he finds out I’m drinking tonight.”

You furrow your brows together at what he just admitted. “Then why’d you ask for mine?”

“I wanted to look cool,” he confesses without shame which makes you palm your face.

“My turn.” You remove your hands away from your face and hope that he gets it wrong this time. You’re kinda enjoying the game and want to continue for a tiny bit more.

“It’s been a while since you got laid.”

It’s a staring contest between you after he utters it. He holds the same seemingly good-natured expression in his face despite the sexual nature of his statement. You, on the other hand, can’t suppress the frisky smirk that’s creeping up on the corner of your lips.

You roll your eyes and look away with the smirk still planted on your face.

He finally bares that certain wickedness you saw a glimpse of earlier, and he does it at the right time. He’s probably waiting for the moment you start getting drawn to him, and when you do, he lures you a step deeper into his trap.

You feel stupid for thinking this game is his way of small talk. It definitely isn’t. Yet, you find yourself taking the bait he set.

“Actually, I had a good fuck the other night,” you answer indifferently.

The look that surfaces on his face mirrors yours a while ago, except he doesn’t try to hide the sensual gleam in his eyes when flashes you a grin.

“Boyfriend?”

You suddenly miss the bitter taste of the beer so you drink again prior to answering, “Friend.”

The curve of his lips twitch up, evidently amused with your reply. “I didn’t think you were the type, ms local.”

“Why? You thought I was boring?” You question with haughty disdain from what he was implying.

He stretches his bent knee as he plants both palms on the sand and leans back a bit. “No. Just really uptight.”

Only because his company was unwelcomed, but you’re positive he’s aware of that so you don’t comment on his remark. You move on with and proceed to make your guess.

“Right. Okay, my turn.”

You’re absolutely sure of this one, so you go for it without hesitation.

“I think you’re trying to get me in bed.”

Oikawa doesn’t know if he’s going to give you a free pass on that one. You’re not entirely wrong, but you’re not totally right either.

He does want to fuck you. You’re hot and you’re as interesting as he thought you’d be. But he’s not trying to get you in bed, not yet at least. He hasn’t taken any action yet.

He was still treading carefully until you were no longer treating him like a bothersome stranger, which seems to be the case when you unfiltered your words and then willingly gave him intimate information about your sex life.

“Yeah,” he says with no hint of shame. He decides to grant you a second correct answer since that’s the last one you’re going to get. His next guess will be the start of his attempt to actually get you to have sex with him, like you speculated.

“You like beer.” He already had three probable guesses in his head before the game even started. He just panned the game longer so you’ll ease into him. He reserved this particular guess to seal the deal.

“That’s no fair, tourist. That’s too obvious,” you complain yet you still wear an entertained grin.

“Not my fault” He chuckles at his already calculated victory.

“Ugh. Fine. The damn tree is yours.” You start to get up but he grabs your arm, causing you to frown inquisitively at him.

“I didn’t say you have to leave. Move a bit to your front,” he commands which you do even though you still look confused.

He stands up and takes the place you’re sitting at earlier. Your neck is craned towards him as you gawk at him while he comfortably seats himself behind you, stretching his legs just a bit so you’re positioned intimately between them.

“What are you doing?!” you ask with a panicked voice.

He ignores your question. He takes it just a bit further and grabs your waist to pull you closer to him so your back is pressed to his chest.

You gape at him with a scandalized expression, your body rigid with his touch.

He only smiles innocently at you. You might be frozen solid, but if you really don’t want him to, you could easily tell him to fuck off. But there you are, eyes wide open as you try to grasp what he just did.

“I just claimed my prize. I can see why you chose this tree. So comfortable.” He tries to sound nice and friendly, but knows it’s useless as he can’t help the sarcasm that tainted his words now.

You let out a deep breath and shake your head as you rest your back resignedly on his chest. You snuggle even closer until you fill the spaces between you two perfectly, your head nestled comfortably on the nook of his neck.

Still, you don’t seem pleased. The look in your face is a mix of frustration and defeat, but it only strokes his ego even more because despite that displeasure on that lovely face of yours, you’re still leaning cozily against him.

You straight down gulp the remaining liquor you have and put the empty can down on the sand.

“You played me well, tourist,” you mutter, the bitter taste of the beer matching your resentment towards him.

“Not sure what you’re talking about, ms local,” he continues playing innocent.

“Oh please. You planned this from the start. That’s why you asked for the fucking tree.”

He lets out the laugh he’s been holding in since you made him admit that he was trying to bed you. “You finally caught up, mi querida?”

You hoist yourself up to face him. “You speak Portugese?” you ask him curiously.

“Español. I did say I’m from Argentina, mi bella dama.”

You’re stunned with the way the supposed foreign words roll off so naturally from his tongue. It didn’t sound pretentious nor forced, proof that he’s fluent with it. You definitely underestimated him. There is so much more to his charisma than just his pretty face.

“So, ms local,” his gaze drops to your lips with uninhibited hunger that he doesn’t make the slightest effort to hide. “Can I start claiming my actual prize now?”

You open your mouth but no words come out. You don't know how to respond because you’re at war with yourself with the direction of your supposed small talk is heading to. Yet, you can’t deny that you want to reciprocate his overt desire for you.

He takes his thumb and skims it lightly over your lower lip as he keeps his eyes on it. “Say yes,” he orders you with the softest voice you’ve ever heard from him.

The wind suddenly feels colder as your body heats up from the ache that’s beginning to set in your core.

He completely has you in a trance, mindlessly obeying his dainty command.

“Yes.”

He smiles darkly at the consent you gave him. He moves his thumb down to your before he slowly dips down and presses his lips against yours. It was gentle, too gentle for your growing arousal as he’s deliberately teasing you to want more of him.

He peppers your cheek with the same soft kisses that are making you more and more impatient.

“Kiss me already,” you mutter when his lips reach your ear, causing the sound of his amused chuckle to be heard crisp and loud.

“But I am,” he whispers before licking the sensitive shell of your ear.

You snap your thighs together from the sharp pleasure the action sent to your pussy, your eyes almost half closed from how fast your desire is engulfing you.

He must have sensed it for he turns his gaze to your clenched thighs. “Well, well, well, ms local. I didn’t think you’re this sensitive. I’m barely doing anything,” he teases while his other hand skims your bare waist.

You want to wipe the smug expression off his face but you’re too horny to fight back. You just want him to kiss you properly already.

A triumphant glint surfaces in his orbs as he dips down and gives you what you’re silently asking for. He parts your mouth with his thumb on your chin and claims your lips, flicking his tongue on your lower lip before sucking it.

You grab his shoulder for support as you push yourself up a bit to feel him closer.

“Mmmm, beer tastes way better from your mouth,” he mumbles then quickly returns to your lips, slipping in his tongue as he deepens the kiss.

His hand on your chin travels to the side of your head, fiddling the other ear his mouth hasn’t touched earlier. You whine into the kiss, fully revealing to him how sensitive your ears are.

His other hand skims the bare skin of your waist he easily accessed because of your cropped top. Then, he moves it up to squeeze a clothed boob, earning him a moan you deliciously deliver to his mouth.

He pulls away to get a glimpse of you and he can’t help but be pleased with himself for a job well done. He’s totally got you, hook, line, and sinker with your eyes pooling with lewd desires, completely different from the cranky stranger you were minutes ago.

But he’s not done yet. He’s not yet satisfied. He can do more than this. He can break you just a teeny tiny bit tonight.

He gets back to your lips, your tongue seeking his while he fervently moves his mouth against yours. His hand lets go of your face so he can pay attention to your other boob he’s been neglecting, kneading both supple mounds with his huge hands at the same time.

You lean your head on his shoulder as he trails his lips down your exquisite neck, softly nipping the delicate flesh as he entertains himself by watching you squirm within his hold.

He lugs your bra down so he could feel your bare breasts, and as his idea of fun, he softly bites the nook of your neck while he harshly grips both tits.

A very indecent moan from your throat erupts in the tranquil air of the beach. You must have realized it too because you bite your lip while your other hand tightens its grip on his thigh.

“Let’s see how well you can keep it down,” he breathes on your neck as he puts his fingers to work, rolling both your nipples with his thumbs while licking the spot he just bit.

You plan to protest, but you’re scared that when you open your mouth, an obscene moan will come out instead. So you do your best to stay as silent as you can, your muted whimpering reaching only his ears.

His mouth goes back up again to your ear, his hot breath gradually melting your resolve to keep quiet. “Should I lick your ear again so you’ll moan for me, hmm?”

You ferociously shake your head, certain that you will lose it if he does. “I’ll do it if you don’t use your words,” he threatens you by grazing his lips on your earlobes.

“N-no,” you weakly answer.

He laughs lowly and withdraws his lips away from your ear. You feel a little bit of relief as he shows mercy. Only to feel stupid when he suddenly pinches your nipples, the surge of pain and delight causing you to lose to your own body as another moan rips out of your windpipe.

“Aahh! ”

You bury your face on his biceps to muffle the next ones as he continues tweaking the hardened buds while he sucks the curve of your shoulders.

You can feel the strain in your hips from how hard you're clamping your thighs, desperate to alleviate the ache in your already sopping cunt by grinding your inner thighs together.

Being the scum the tourist is, he hooks his foot on your ankle and does the same to the other, successfully prying your legs apart, worsening your need to be touched down from the lack of any sort of friction.

He removes one hand away from a boob and drags it down to your stomach, the cloth of your loose shirt catching on his knuckles before it comes to a stop in the waistband of your shorts.

“Can I?” He asks while he traces circles on the skin just above the garter of your cloth.

Despite the overwhelming lust, you look around. Even though you used to have this place on your own at this wee hours of night, the possibility of someone going there is not completely zero.

You let him get as far as this because you can just swat his hands away the moment someone emerges from the other side of the lifeguard station.

Instead of putting his hand in, he dips his hand further down on your crotch, cupping your sex over the fabric of your shorts. Even with just that, your pussy is already throbbing.

You look at him with hesitation.

“What if someone comes?” You ask apprehensively, your lust-induced mind hoping he comes up with a sensical answer that you can accept.

“I won’t remove your shorts, ms. local. I’ll just,” he teasingly tugs the waistband, twisting it around his index finger, “put my hand in, yeah?”

He gives a drawn out lick on the spot behind your ear as he tugs a nipple, making you shiver with the unspoken oath that he can satisfy your needs.

You nod agreeably, impatient for the touch you’ve been craving for.

With your permission, he slowly slides his hand in, the leisure drag of his fingers almost making you mad with anticipation. Your torment only increases when he steadily traces his middle and ring finger on the length of your slit.

“You’re practically dripping,” he remarks as he continues the tortuous caress of his fingers. “Holy shit. You’re twitching already.” He laughs sardonically behind you.

“Jerk.” It’s supposed to sound angry, but it comes out as a needy whine.

You throw your head back on his chest, the night sky and the leaves of the tree you’re under starting to become hazy with how feverish your whole body feels.

“You’re really mean, you know that?” He mopes flatulently before he suddenly pinches your clit, the abrupt pang of pleasure causing you to arch your back as you cry out.

“Oh my. I’m starting to think you actually want to be heard.”

You’re no longer able to respond when he starts rubbing the bundle of nerves, covering your mouth with the back of your hand to suppress the erotic sounds coming off of your mouth.

“Mmmmmpp,” you whimper when he gives your boob a firm squeeze again.

You close your eyes shut as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Gonna cum already, hmm?” His question drenched with mockery.

Yet, you don’t give in to his taunt as you’re completely distracted with his fingers sending you to a frenzy. You nod your head frantically, shamelessly admitting that he can easily make you cum.

Then he stops. He slides his fingers down and spreads your folds open as your cunt throbs from the climax he’s defied you of.

“What I’d give to see this view,” he purrs on your ear, “this pussy twitching at nothing.”

You hate the way he’s treating you, but you hate yourself more for letting him do so. As if teasing wasn’t enough already, he starts massaging his fingers around your folds, keeping you spread open while deliberately avoiding any spot that will feel too good.

It’s utter hell for you.

You’re about to ask that he puts it in, but thankfully, he does so before you almost disregard your dignity and actually plead for him to do it. He inserts one steady digit, pushing it deeply until the whole length of his finger is in.

“You’re too wet,” he comments as he thrusts another finger in.

You bite your own hand as the stretch of his two fingers brings back the pleasure he thwarted earlier. But this time, he makes sure to not let it escalate as he keeps the speed of his fingers to a bare minimum. He drags them out incredibly slow and lunges them back in in the same excruciating tempo.

Your eyes flutter shut as you relish the sensation, his digits hitting their deepest reach at the same time the waves crash into the rocks of Leme beach.

Oikawa watches with utter fascination, seeing and feeling the rise and fall of your chest as he prolongs the pleasure his fingers can give you.

But he already misses how you sound when you lose control.

Without any warning, he increases his pace from tedious thrusts to ruthless ones.

Your clutch on his biceps almost hurts, but he really couldn’t give a shit when your moans start to seep out of your hand despite how hard you try to contain them. He can bet you’re not even aware that you’re already rolling your hips against his hand.

But it’s still not enough for him.

Luckily, he knows how to make things even better .

He flicks his tongue on a certain spot on your neck while rolling your nipple between his skilled fingers.

“Too much!” You bat your eyes open and face him, successfully unlatching his mouth from your neck. “Its too muuu aahhhh haaa. ” Your eyes instantly become cloudy as he makes sure that the base of his wrist rubs your clit while he continues ravaging your pussy with his fingers.

His cock is getting stuffed in his shorts with your back grinding against it as he witnesses you lose yourself with your mouth falling open as you whimper with wanton need for your release.

“To- hnnngg, tooouurist.”

Damn. For a moment, he thought you were going to moan his name. He would tell you right now but he kinda likes the idea that you’re a literal stranger allowing him to do vulgar things to you as he pleases.

Your feet leave the seams of the cloth you sat on as the pleasure stretches out to the tips of your toes, the coarse grains of sand getting stuck between as you curl them with your orgasm tingling too close.

The simultaneous stimulation of your most erogenous places is coercing you to let go.

“I’m gonna cum mmmppp.”

Then he withdraws his fingers completely, causing you to regard him wide-eyed with a confused look as he denies you of your high that was a thrust away from your reach. All the while, he just smiles pleasantly at you like he didn’t do anything wrong.

He takes his middle finger in his mouth while you watch him with both impatience and intrigue.

He gives it one thorough suck before sticks his tongue out and licks it, effectively making you wonder how it’d feel if he does what he just did directly on your pussy.

Then he turns to you with a naughty grin. “Why are you staring at me like that, ms local?”

Your eyes lingers on his fingers and tells him instead, “Put them back.” You can’t ask him to do what was just on your mind. The place isn’t right for it. But that’s just fine. His fingers prove to be good enough.

“You want me to put my fingers back in your pussy?” he reiterates your request haughtily.

You look down on the sand before you nod.

He hums on your nape while he inserts his hands back in your shorts, his fingers ghosting just above your slit. You buck your hip up to feel them but he retreats them when you do so.

Your mind is staggering from how much you want him to fill you up again with his digits. You look at him with your eyes begging him.

“Please,” you whimper.

He goes for your lips, kissing them passionately as he traces your slick opening. He plunges his tongue in the same time his fingers enter your cunt, easily pushing you at the very edge you were at earlier.

Then stops again.

“Why?” You sound almost sulking, your foiled orgasm looming over you.

“Like you said earlier, ms local. I am trying to get you in bed.”

He presses his lips in your temples and drags them down back to your ear. “I don’t see any bed here. Do you?”

The sultry drawl of his voice makes you shiver, the ungratified ache in your groin making you succumb to him.

“My place is near,” you answer timidly.

“You’ll really take a stranger home?” He sneers at you, making you doubt your own decision. Yet, convinces you otherwise when he slowly rubs your clit again.

You shut your eyes and nod frantically with parted lips.

He takes his hands out of your shorts and cheerfully says. “Let’s go then.”

You fix your clothes before standing up to which he quickly follows. You take your canga and wrap it back again on your hips then picks up your empty can of beer. You plan to lead the way, but not even three steps away from where you were, he grabs your wrist and tugs you back to where you were.

He shoves you to the tree he was previously leaning on. Your hand flies to the trunk of it while he wraps one arm around your waist and pulls your ass against his erection, an entertained chuckle coming out of his lips.

“I lied, ms local.” He slides his other hand under your made up skirt, trailing his palm from the side of your knee up to your thigh.

“I didn’t want you in bed. I want you right here right now.”

He briskly tugs down your shorts while you worriedly grip his forearm, alarm evident in your orbs as he reveals his actual intention.

“We’re gonna get seen!” You warn with a cautious whisper while you look around to check for the possible presence of another.

He ignores you and hitches up the cloth hanging from your hips as he takes out his cock and traces it against your moist slit.

You drop the empty can as you drive your nails deeper in the tree with your eyes getting misty from the reminder of the little death he’s relentlessly and purposely deprived you of.

He leans over your back and reaches for your cheek with his lips, tenderly placing a kiss before speaking. “Then they’ll see a tourist with a local whore.”

Flames of fury spark in your eyes as you hiss at him. “You fucking asshole!”

He ignores your futile anger and grips his cock to align it on your entrance. He sees you try to keep up the resentful facade but you’re twitching wildly again for him to even take it seriously. He easily makes you crave for him again by grinding his shaft on the length of your cunt.

“I’m kidding, ms local. You’re too pretty and too interesting to be one,” he says with his lips latched on your shoulder.

“Do you even have a condom with you?” you ask exasperatedly.

“Nope. Should we stop and get one?” He asks back as he once again rubs his member on your opening.

“I.. uhh,” you mumble undecided even though you unknowingly just grinded against him.

He places featherlight kisses along your nape. “I promise to pull out. How about that?” His voice is delicate, persuading you to abandon your hesitation.

“Fine! Just make sure you do it right,” you firmly forewarn him, which he doesn’t even bother answering.

He begins to sink himself inside you, feeling your fluttering walls swallow his cock inch by inch.

“Shit, it’s so hot and tight inside you,” he groans.

Your knees buckle a bit as you cover your mouth with your palm this time. “You okay there?” he asks not out of concern but because he wants to entertain himself with how you sound when you’re trying so hard to keep the obscene sounds at bay.

You shake your head but your face is one deluged of sinful desires.

“But you look like you're enjoying this,” he pants as he’s starting to feel good too with how well you’re squeezing his cock. He closes his eyes and rests his cheek on the back of your shoulder as he rams his length completely inside you.

“Fuccck,” he moans on your shirt while you deliver a muffled one on your palm, which he didn’t like.

He snakes his arm from your waist up to your chest once again, forcefully lugging down your bra that he hears it rip a little.

“I want to hear you feel good,” he says as he toys with your boob he wasn’t able to pay much attention to earlier.

In between struggling puffs, you manage to say, “I don’t wanna be heard uughhh.” You let out a suppressed whine as he pulls his cock back all of a sudden and languidly slides it back in.

“You’re lucky enough I’m allowing this,” you continue on.

“Make me luckier then,” he hums on your shoulder as he aggressively tugs the nipple poking at his palm.

“Gaaah!” You snap your head back, prompting him to softly bite the flesh of your throat you exposed to him.

“Yeaaah. You sound so hot, ms local. Just like that mmmm.” He originally planned to take his time with you, but shit, your pussy feels too good clamping on his cock like you’re already about to cum.

It’s taking all of him not to pummel his cock stupidly fast into you and sought his own pleasure.

“Faster, tourist. Fuck!” Your voice cracks at the last word you uttered from keeping it from being too loud.

Instead of quickening his pace, he stops moving at all. He needs a moment to regain control of himself despite how splendid your insides feel. He wants to tease you some more until you lose that fiery pride of yours. He finds it sexy, but it would be sexier if you drop it and desperately beg for him to fuck your brains out.

He lifts himself off your back and retrieves both his hands to skim them over the curve of your ass.

He kinda wonders what face you’ll make if slams one hand against the meaty flesh. Oh well. No need to wonder if he can just see it for himself right now.

The solid sting of his palm hitting against your skin pierces the quiet air of the shore, quickly followed by a sharp gasp from you that is just as audible.

Fuck, he put a little too much force on that one. He can see the pinkish mark he’s left on one cheek. He checks on you and expects a pained expression but what he finds is eyes lidded with intense carnal longing while panting heavily.

He looks around briefly, checking to see for any unwanted onlookers before landing another slap on your other ass cheek.

Your hand grips his that just struck you as you turn your neck to look at him with utmost desperation he’s been wanting to see from you.

“Make me cum already,” you mumble with a wavering voice as you start moving on your own, wobbly withdrawing your hips and pushing them back against his cock.

The sensation in his shaft as you use it to give yourself pleasure is nowhere near enough for him, but he continues to stare at your cute attempt to make yourself cum.

“Please!”

Ahh, fuck. Yes. That should do it. You look just the right amount of pathetic he can get himself off to with satisfaction.

He plants both hands on your hips, holding them in place so he can give you what you vehemently begged for. He buries himself inside you in one swift thrust and repeats it again, and again, and again until he sets a steady rhythm.

You wretchedly grasp the tree again to support yourself as he does his way with you.

Harsh slaps of skin to skin contact can be heard, but he figures it won’t be heard from a distance.

“Ah, ahh, aaaahhhhhh!!” You practically yelled out that last moan, causing him to lean over again and put a hand over your mouth.

“As much as I want you to- shiiit -hear you scream for me, I’d rather not be caught here,” he tells you in a raspy voice. He doesn’t know the laws in this country. He might get arrested for this if found. Their coach would probably take him off the starting roster as punishment if he gets in trouble because of this.

But fuck, you really feel unbelievably good. Even the vibrations of your stifled wails on his hand is an added stimulation for him.

Even he himself is having a hard time to keep his voice hushed as he feels his orgasm about to explode. He removes his hand away from your lips and replaces it with his mouth so he drowns out his groans as he swallows yours.

With his knee, he nudges your leg apart from the other as he dips his hand from your hip down to your clit, rubbing the swollen bud ferociously to finally push you to your peak he previously kept on declining you to reach.

You start trembling beneath him so he wraps his other arm around your waist again to support you.

He pulls away a bit to look at you become undone and holy shit, you do not disappoint. You look so fucking pretty with your moist lips gaping as you puff while your eyes have completely surrendered to the sinful goodness he’s giving you.

“So good, so good, so fucking good uuhhhh,” you mewl shamelessly.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on a stranger’s cock?” He goads you even though he’s about to cum himself just to see if you still give a crap about that.

To his delight, you just nod thoughtlessly.

“Cumming, ahhh, A-“

He covers your mouth again with his before you’re able to let out a scream that will probably expose you two.

He feels too good that all your senses are filled with nothing but the intense carnal bliss as he batters the insides of your pussy by ramming his cock wildly into you without restraint, probably chasing his own high as well.

Your vision becomes a static blur as the coil in your stomach snaps viciously, making your whole body convulse with how intense you came. If he wasn’t holding you up, you’d probably be a thrashing mess on the sand.

You hope that he keeps his word and pulls out because honestly, you just don’t have it in you anymore to stop him as he prolongs your orgasm by seeking his own.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he spews while his forehead rests on your spine as his thrusts become wilder and more erratic.

He takes out his cock a second before you feel hot spurts of liquid on your lower back accompanied by his hoarse grunts.

He unties the canga around your waist and uses it to wipe off the mess he made on your skin while you’re still holding on for your dear life on the tree.

“My legs,” you whine as they give out with exhaustion.

Thankfully, he catches you in time and releases the soiled clothing he used to wipe off his load. He pulls up your lower garments before he settles you back to how you two were seated a while ago, except it’s less compromising this time.

You’re all curled up within his grasp, still catching your breath from what just happened as he puts a hand on your forehead to make you rest against his heaving chest.

The sound of the waves, the blow of sea breeze, and the sand beneath your thighs are lulling you slowly back to the present, making you aware that you just had sex with a stranger, with a freaking tourist

“So,” he speaks first but you keep your eyes closed and pretend this is just one sexy dream then you’ll wake up in the morning and realize that you actually didn’t go out at this time.

“Ms. local, helllooooo?”

He’s obviously recovered based on the familiar, frivolous tone he had when he came out of the trees a while ago.

You sigh since you aren’t able to convince yourself enough that this is just a dream. The sex felt too good and too hot for it to be unreal.

“Do I finally get a name?”

You open your eyes and find him looking eagerly at you.

“No,” you respond immediately which visibly turns his excitement upside down.

You also discard your previous plan to get his name. There’s no way you’re telling Shoyo about this guy.

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deonideatta · 3 years

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hi hi i heard you like chief kim and i'm here to get all the intel on why it's a good drama 😊 and what you love about park jae bum's other dramas 😊 pls let me know if there's romance bc that's the oxygen i breathe when i watch a show 💕

Hello!!! Thank you for asking me about Chief Kim!!!! I can go on about it for ages lol. This got a bit long so i’m putting it under a cut

Chief Kim (aka Good Manager) is a comedy office drama with 20 eps, and it aired in 2017. There isn’t a main romance plotline, but don’t let that put you off! It’s an incredible drama in so many ways. (tho there is a subtle romance side plot, but it doesn’t involve the main character and it’s never the main focus, though it is cute). It does feature a bromance that was so great that the two actors literally won an award for it tho lol, so there’s also that!

In a way, the general premise is somewhat similar to Vincenzo in that it’s the main character and an unlikely team of others fighting a big corporation. The comedic tone is also more or less the same. The drama follows Kim Seong Ryong (the titular Chief Kim, played by Namgoong Min), a man with a talent for handling numbers who goes from running a seedy accounting firm to quite accidentally becoming a champion of employees rights in one of the biggest corporations in the country. He originally joins the company with the goal of embezzling a lot money and moving abroad, but he gets swept up in office politics surrounding high executives and the sinister goings on surrounding the position he was recruited for, as well as the shady things the higher-ups want him to do and the suspicion of the other members of his department. Eventually he starts to work alongside them to fight the corruption of the higher ups, and quickly becomes the bane of top management’s existence by being so incredibly annoying that they begin to regret hiring him.

It’s the kind of drama that really gets you to laugh, while still being incredibly heartwarming. The main character is so unashamedly funny, and the character dynamics are all so warm, and none of it ever seems forced. The first tag for the drama on MyDramaList is “character development”, and that says a lot! There’s so much growth that goes on for all the characters, even some of the villains! It’s especially funny because to begin with all the good things Kim Seong Ryeong does are completely by accident, and he’s annoyed but also pleased with all the attention it gets him. Over time he begins to own it, and begins to actively try to stand up to the corrupt people at the top of the company. The other highlight for me besides the humor is definitely the characters. From the eccentric main character, to the no-nonsense second in command in his department Yoon Ha Kyung, to the aggressive finance director Seo Yul who is always eating (one of my all time favourite characters, played by 2PM’s Junho), to the janitor lady who always roasts everyone, there isn’t a single dull character, whether good or bad. And Seo Yul gets one of the best character arcs I’ve ever seen in a kdrama. You get to watch the characters struggle and triumph, and you feel for them because their struggles feel so real, and the drama really gets you invested in them. You see the ways in which they fight to survive as normal working class citizens and you want them to win.

It differs from Vincenzo in that the main character isn’t considered evil and loses his less savoury traits over the course of the drama (his character arc is one of becoming a more upstanding citizen), and the message is one of fighting against corporate greed using the corporate system against itself in order to make things better for the average working citizen. But there’s the same plotting, and the same feeling of rooting for the protagonist team to win as you watch them plot and plan. I never rewatch things, but i’ve rewatched Chief Kim twice already and i’m looking forward to rewatching it again soon (just writing about it is making me want to rewatch it right now lol). It especially hits well for me because i love office dramas, and the humor and the bromance are just right. (Also, not entirely related, but it’s the first drama Kim Seonho was in!)

Another Park Jaebum drama i can definitely recommend is The Fiery Priest! It’s also a comedy action drama with 20 eps (released in 2019), and it follows Kim Hae Il (Kim Nam Gil), a catholic priest with a real temper, as he works to solve the mystery surrounding the death of a senior priest. No romance there either, but it’s got the same humor as Chief Kim and Vincenzo, and the same overarching found family trope (that really shines for this one). It’s darker than Chief Kim, but not as dark as Vincenzo. The plot is very intriguing, and it’s the kind of drama you feel compelled to keep watching to see what happens next. And the host of characters in that drama is still one of my favourites to this day. Every character was incredibly written, and they all played vital roles in the overall story. Again, lots of character development all round, and great character arcs not just for the main character (even for a few of the villains!). Plus it was lovely to watch the various characters interact, get closer, and build relationships. Such an iconic squad. Not to mention how funny it is?? And the fight scenes??? In fact, I enjoyed it so much that when I checked Park Jaebum’s page on MyDramaList after watching it around June last year and saw Vincenzo as an upcoming project, I added it to my plan to watch list immediately even though there was only a single line of synopsis lol. It’s also got an absolute banger of a soundtrack!

When you think about it, all three (Chief Kim, TFP and Vincenzo) can be simplified to “guy with dubious past sets out to fight corruption and creates a great support circle in the process”. All three are dramas of finding people who care about you and are willing to fight alongside you, and fighting for your convictions/what you think is right. Each main character starts out as a somewhat solitary figure, and you get to watch as they each find people who are willing to fight alongside them and support them. What exactly those specific convictions are varies in each drama, but Park Jaebum writes the character development arcs incredibly each time, and the relationships between the characters are so real and so satisfying to watch. And yet the integrity of the main character in each drama is never compromised either, it’s shown that they can grow and become better without losing themselves. The growth is also in the way that they learn to work with and rely on others, because teamwork makes the dream work. And then to cap it all off he lets them have victories, and he makes it SO satisfying??? There are highs and there are lows, and you feel all of those right there with the characters, which makes the victories feel so so good. In each we see the ensemble cast get involved with the fight and the plotting, and we get to see all their epic plans and their execution, and the victories they win that build up over time. And it’s so satisfying to me! I love it a lot, just thinking about it is making me smile lol. It also shows how well humor and darker/more serious plotlines/events are balanced in the dramas, neither is compromised in favour of the other, but it always works so well that the humor never feels forced or out of place. As someone who doesn’t like overbearingly dark shows, I really appreciate that. They all give you lots to laugh at, while not losing any of the plot to the funny.

Of course there are differences, notably the romance, and the fact that Vincenzo is bad vs bad rather than good vs bad like the other two. They deal more with redemption (especially The Fiery Priest), but that works for the stories that are being told, and it’s very well executed.

It’s worth noting that Park Jaebum also wrote Good Doctor and 4 seasons of God’s Quiz. I haven’t checked those out yet, but I’ve heard good things about all of them. He also wrote Blood, I haven’t seen that one either but opinions seem to be split on how good it was. All of those are medical dramas (which is the reason I haven’t watched them lol, i can’t stand medical dramas) from before 2017, when he wrote Chief Kim. It seems he’s been on a roll since then, good for him and good for us lol. You can see everything he’s written on his MyDramaList page.

Overall I enjoyed the Park Jaebum dramas I have seen for first and foremost the comedy, but also for the warmth of the character relationships and for how well developed/written each character is. And I love how he balances the humor with more poignant/darker moments, I laughed a lot watching all three dramas, but I’ve cried over each of them as well. It’s a good balance to have, it gives you a good plot to be interested in, but doesn’t keep you stressed and sombre the whole way through. I’ve seen people say that Vincenzo wouldn’t be as good if it wasn’t so wacky, and I fully agree. It’s the same for both TFP and Chief Kim, and that balance is definitely what I appreciate most in Park Jaebum’s dramas. I know I will laugh, but I also know I will get an incredible plot and incredible characters, and that’s really important for me. Plus I know I can trust that there will be a good ending because the writer cares about his characters.

I definitely recommend checking out both TFP and Chief Kim after Vincenzo is done, especially since they’re so similar in terms of comedic tone and basic plot direction. If you ever get to watching either of them feel free to hmu to chat about it!! There’s lots of plot stuff that can be can discussed.

lol this got v long (i have lots to say about how much i love these dramas haha), but I hope it’s helpful!!!

#a breakdown on why i love the park jaebum dramas i've seen so far #it was nice to sit and actually think about it/write the reason out lol #im very passionate about it sdfsdf #chief kim and the fiery priest are perhaps my favourite dramas ever #and vincenzo is looking to join them #vincenzo #the fiery priest #chief kim #kdrama #no spoilers

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wh0reforthemarauders · 3 years

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TRYING TO BLEND IN (PART 2)

WARNINGS: cursing??? WORD COUNT: 1500 A/N: I didn't edit this at all (pls keep in mind that english is not my first language) I just wanted to post it today because it's full moon tonight lmao enjoy (hopefully there will be a part 3 some day)

It took Sirius a while to recover from the initial shock. This random stranger he had just met at a muggle campsite minutes ago was also a wizard. What a coincidence it was, and how lucky he was that it wasn't a muggle who saw him use magic, he thought.

Sirius stood still for a few moments, looking around the place, then finally he turned to the boy.

"How come you've never met a wizard before? Are you muggle-born?"

"No." said the boy, and then went silent. Sirius expected a longer answer than this so he decided to keep asking questions.

"Have you gone to Hogwarts?"

"No"

"But you know what it is?"

"I do. But I was homeschooled."

Uncomfortable with the direction in which their conversation was going, Remus quickly changed the topic and suggested taking Sirius's things into his new room and then make dinner for them both. Sirius was curious to find more about this unusual boy but he didn't want to seem rude so he simply nodded in agreement.

The two of them spent the next few days at the campsite together. Sirius had told Remus all about the wizarding world, his best friend James, and their adventures at Hogwarts. He could tell Remus was kind of sad now that he realized what he had been missing out on, but for some reason he still avoided the topic of why he has been isolated from other wizards his whole life.

As Remus had plenty of experience with all things muggle, he eventually taught Sirius to set up a tent and use muggle appliances to make food, but they silently agreed that Sirius was not going back to his own tent. They were simply having too much fun together and Remus felt like he was finally making up for all the years he didn't go to Hogwarts with other wizards of his age.

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Ten days have passed and Sirius and Remus still had plenty of topics to go through while they were roasting barbecue in front of their tent. It was a pleasant summer evening, and Sirius had been staring at the darkening sky which was mostly clear, except for a few clouds. Suddenly, he felt the urge to tell Remus the origin of his name.

"Wanna hear a story about how I got my name?" He asked out of nowhere, tapping his friend on the shoulder.

"Sure"

"You see that star over there?", he said pointing up at the sky. "The brightest one..."

As he was speaking, the soft wind blew and moved the cloud which had been hiding the moon. The moonlight instantly brightened the scenery. It seemed almost full.

"Well, although I myself am not quite as bright, as you've had a chance to..."

Sirius cast a look in Remus's direction and, seeing his worried expression, he didn't finish the joke he was about to make. It seemed as though Remus wasn't listening to him anymore. He too was staring at the sky, but not at the bright star Sirius was showing him. He was looking at the moon instead.

Sirius hesitated a moment, not knowing what to say. "What's wrong, have you never seen a full moon before?"

"Oh I've seen it" said Remus scornfully, before shaking his head and getting up quickly. "I have to leave tonight. You better pack your things. We're not gonna see each other again."

Sirius remained on the ground, following Remus with his stare as he hurried into the tent. He was pondering whether to go after him and ask him what's up when Remus emerged with a bag full of Sirius's clothes in his hands. He set it before him and proceeded to pack his own tent into a backpack, when Sirius finally stood up and approached him, grabbing him by his arm.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You're just gonna leave me here in the middle of a muggle campsite?"

Sirius stared at him, not understanding the reason behind this sudden change in behaviour. Moments ago they were having a great time, talking about their favourite flavour of Bertie Bott's Beans, and Sirius couldn't imagine what he had possibly done to cause this.

"I have to be alone for a while, that's all." he shook his arm free from Sirius's firm grip.

"Did I do something?" Sirius asked but it was too late. Remus put on his backpack and hurried towards a dark forest that was surrounding the campsite.

Sirius stood still, enraged that this guy whom he had just started to consider a friend, has left him among muggles, knowing how helpless he was without magic.

"Fuckin idiot!" he yelled after him.

A few seconds later, he felt once again the piercing stares of the muggles around him. All eyes were on him and everyone at the campsite must have seen this embarrassing scene. He faked a smile he thought seemed polite enough and sat down to finish his dinner. He was determined to leave the campsite that night and go to James's house for the rest of the summer.

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As soon as he finished a cigarette that he had lit after dinner, Sirius got up, took his bag and headed through the same forest that Remus had disappeared into earlier that night. Now that he has calmed down a bit, he couldn't think of a reason why he even ended up at this stupid campsite. He could've gone to James's place right after leaving home, and he would've avoided 10 days of ridiculous drama.

It was somewhere around midnight and he was nearing the edge of the forest. The path he was following has now become broader and pebbled. Just as he was passing an abandoned shack hidden behind some trees, he heard strange screeching noises coming from inside. The noise didn't sound human and he was curious to find out what it was, so completely fearless, he walked up to the front door and tried to push them open but it seemed they were barred from the inside. He walked over to the window, peeked inside but it was so dark inside that he couldn't see anything. With an inexplicable amount of determination, fueled by his infinite curiosity, he pushed aside a couple of planks from the already broken window, shattered the few remaining pieces of glass, and climbed up and into the shack.

Instinctively, he took out his wand, performed the lighting charm, and in the light of the wand he could finally see where the weird screeching was coming from.

In the corner of the dusty, cobwebbed room was a curled-up, shaking figure. Who would've thought. The sound was human after all.

Sirius stepped closer with his wand hand stretched out, his step making the floor boards shriek. The figure lifted its head. Sirius barely recognized him in this horrible state, but as distorted and animal-like as his face now was, without a doubt it belonged to Remus.

"Go away, Sirius!" he screamed.

"What's going on?? Why are you here? Do you... live here?"

"Oh for fuck's sake Sirius, how stupid can you be??? LOOK AT ME"

"I'M A WEREWOLF!"

Sirius was still very much confused. He didn't understand what being a werewolf had to do with hiding out in a ruin like this.

"It's full moon! Get away from me! I really don't want to hurt you but so help me god if you stay here for one more minute..."

"...Why would you hurt me?" asked Sirius trying to sound as calm as possible.

"BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT WEREWOLVES DO!" screamed Remus desperately. "We are dangerous! We attack people! We... we hurt them."

Remus was desperately shaking and crying. Tonight's transformation was already very slow and painful and now he had one more thing to worry about. He had completely forgotten to track the days until full moon while he was with Sirius, and he hated himself for allowing to forget what a monster he was. What he wanted most at the moment was to be left alone. He could deal with this by himself, like he always does. He knew he made a mistake. He never should've befriended Sirius. He always scares friends away. But this time, he also risked hurting one.

To Remus's great surprise, however, Sirius didn't seem scared at all. Shocked perhaps, caught off guard, but not scared. He sat on the floor next to Remus, putting an arm around his shoulder, patting him comfortingly.

"It's ok." he said. Noticing that Remus winced as he approached him, he decided to try to lighten the mood the only way he knew how.

"You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to."

Remus turned to look at him, eyes still glossy from the tears.

"You're literally skin and bones, Remus. And I trained Quidditch for 6 years. You stand no chance against me."

At this, Remus's face finally brightened, and he barely managed to suppress a chuckle.

"Come on. I know a place where you can be safe... you know, while you're doing your... wolf thing." Sirius said, standing up and offering Remus a hand to help him stand up. "Remember my friend James?"

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Book Club

Hello! Been a while. Here is my story for the Fairy Tail Reverse bang held by @ftguildevents :) I am out of practice, as you could probably tell from this story, but it was fun trying to get back into writing. My partner was the amazing @crackheadart42 :) Pls go check out the awesome art that inspired this story! :D

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Book Club

"Sorry, I can't go on a job with you guys today. I've got book club with Levy-chan and Freed," Lucy said as she tied her hair into her typical side pony.

Natsu crossed his arms with a huff. "Book club? Since when were you guys in some sort of club?"

"I told you about it last week! We can go on a job tomorrow!"

"But Luuucy!" Happy whined. "We found the perfect job for you! If we don't go today, we'll have to let someone else take it and it'll be gone by tomorrow!"

"Then so be it," Lucy said with a shrug. "Listen, I've gotta go meet them at the coffee shop now. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Or later tonight if you want to come over. Bye!"

Natsu pouted, watching as the blonde skipped out the door, an eager grin plastered on her face.

"What's she so excited for?" he wondered. "It's just book club, right? What can be so fun about that?"

"What do you wanna do now, Natsu?" Happy's voice rang out.

"Hmm… Wanna go to the guild?"

"Sure! Today will be the day I win Charle's heart!"

Natsu grinned. "Good luck, buddy!"

Arriving at the guild, a gloomy aura immediately suffocated him. Expecting it to be a recently rejected Juvia, per usual, he searched the room for the water mage in suspect only to find her latched onto Gray's arm, happy grin glued to her face. Sitting across from the pair, however, were Gajeel and Lily, the former resting his head on the table. The negative energy that surrounded the dragon slayer was practically tangible.

"What's wrong with you, Metal Mouth?" Natsu asked, plopping beside the other dragon slayer while Happy flew off to flirt with Charle.

"None of your business, Salamander," Gajeel replied, his voice gruff as usual.

"Oh, right. Levy is at book club."

Gajeel lifted his head to glare at him. "Whatever."

"Yeah, Lucy's there too, even though we found the perfect job for her. I don't see what's so special about some stupid book club!"

Gray studied Natsu. It was clear the boy was aggravated without Lucy around, if his scrunched up face and crossed arms were anything to go by. Just like that, an opportunity was found.

"Maybe it's not so much about the books, but more about the company," Gray said, all the while trying to hold back laughter.

"What do you mean?" Natsu asked.

"What if she just wants to hang out with Freed?"

"Freed? Those two rarely talk."

"Yeah, but you can't deny that they seem to work well together. Hell, he's a lot like the Prince Charming she used to always talk about when she first joined the guild. He's smart, reads a lot, he's more refined. Who knows, maybe she's into him. Maybe they're on a date." Hook, line, and sinker.

Natsu's eyes widened. "N-No way! Levy's there too!"

Cana, having heard their conversation and wanting to join in on the fun, chimed in, "Well duh. Lucy's too inexperienced. She's probably too nervous about being out on her first date, so she brought Levy along to make it less awkward."

Natsu stood up, slamming his hands on the table. Heat radiated off of him as he tried to control his temper.

"I'm going home," he said, eyebrows scrunched in annoyance. With hands shoved in his pockets, he was out the door without another word.

Gajeel scoffed. "How pathetic."

Gray and Cana immediately set their eyes on their new target.

"You know," Cana began, "I think Levy and Freed would make a really cute couple too though. Blue and green compliment each other."

"I think you're right," Gray replied. "Who's to say that Levy and Freed won't hit it off instead?"

And in the blink of an eye, Gajeel was out the door. With that, the entire guild bursted into laughter.

"Gray-sama, that was too mean!" Juvia said between laughs.

"I just can't help myself! They make it too easy!" the ice mage replied.

"I see this going one of two ways," Cana chimed in. "Either they're going to go batshit crazy on their book club, or they're going to sit around all day listening to sad love songs. Either way, I'd say that was a success!"

While the guild all laughed about Natsu and Gajeel's jealousy, they failed to see another dragon slayer sneak out the door.

"Oi, Salamander," Gajeel's voice rang out.

Natsu didn't bother glancing over his shoulder. "What do you want?"

"Where do you think you're going?"

"None of your business."

"You spying on Bunny Girl?"

Natsu blushed, his brows slanting in annoyance. "No! I'm just going on a walk!"

"Oh really?" Gajeel replied with a skeptical grin. "Because you're going the same way that Lucy's scent leads."

"Oh yeah? Then where are you going? Because Levy's scent leads this way too."

"D-Does it? I was just getting some coffee."

"You don't drink coffee."

"I'm trying something new!"

"Psh, yeah. Sure you are."

With that said, the two brooding dragon slayers walked in silence the rest of the way to the coffee shop, where the girls they pined over every day just so happened to be at.

Reaching the coffee shop, Natsu reached for the door handle when Gajeel grabbed him by the wrist.

"Idiot! They're gonna be pissed if we go in there and ruin their book club!" he barked.

Natsu furrowed his brows. "I wasn't gonna do anything!"

"Bullshit! If I let you in there now, this place will probably be burned to the ground!"

"Just let go already!"

"No way!"

"Will you two just shut up already?" a new voice rang out.

Natsu and Gajeel jumped before turning around to find Laxus peering at them with his usual expressionless face.

"Laxus? What are you doing here?" Natsu asked.

The blonde's eyes darted up to the sky before replying, "Just making sure you two numbskulls don't make a mess that Gramps has to pay for later. So, you guys are spying on Levy and Lucy, right?"

The two boys blushed and shouted in unison, "No way!"

"Yeah, whatever. There's a window over there. If you really wanna go spy on them, use that instead of going inside."

Natsu and Gajeel shared a quick glance before rushing towards the window. The two slowly peeked their heads high enough to see Lucy, Levy, and Freed sharing a table. Levy was skimming through her book while Lucy and Freed chatted with huge smiles on their faces.

Gajeel heaved a sigh of relief. "Okay, good. Levy's not interested in him at all, she only cares about the book."

Natsu huffed, watching as Lucy's smile grew while she wiped tears from her eyes, which were produced by laughing too hard. His stomach churned. He thought only he was able to make her laugh like that.

As he watched the two talk, his bad feeling only got worse. Gray's words from before haunted him. He was right, they did seem to hit it off. Freed liked everything Lucy did; reading, writing, just about everything that Natsu wasn't interested in. Maybe they were a better pair.

He thought back to the moments he shared with Lucy. All of the times she had scolded him for breaking into her apartment but never kicked him out, all the times they had hugged, and all the times that they were each other's point of comfort. He shook his head. There was no way that Freed could be better for Lucy than he was.

Meanwhile, Laxus stood behind the other two dragon slayers, watching Freed talk to Lucy. Even though he knew he was being irrational, he couldn't help feeling uneasy. Even though Freed made his feelings for him apparent, he never made any real attempts to reciprocate those feelings. What if Freed had gotten tired of waiting? What if Lucy, the girl who so clearly shared so many of his interests, was the new person he was pining for?

"This is stupid," Laxus muttered under his breath.

"You're telling me," Natsu replied.

"Sucks for you, my girlfriend is really just interested in the book, so ha!"

"You sure about that?"

"What do you- Wait, no! Don't talk to him, Levy! Pick up the book! Go back to being a bookworm!"

As the three watched from outside, the air around them became thicker and thicker. Just about anything could've sent them over the edge. And finally, it happened.

It was an innocent gesture, really. Freed had said something funny, to which both girls laughed at. After, he placed his hands on their shoulders. And just like that, the door had been blown open while three sour dragon slayers marched over to them.

Lucy was the first to turn around after hearing the door slam open.

"Natsu? What are you doing here?" she asked, glancing around to notice the whole coffee shop staring at them.

The boy stopped in front of her, glaring at the hand that for some reason was still propped upon her shoulder. Meanwhile, Gajeel took a more direct approach by simply picking Levy up and throwing her over his shoulder.

"Later!" he said, all the while carrying her out.

Lucy deadpanned. "What the hell is going on?"

"That's what I'd like to know," Natsu muttered. It was taking every bit of patience in him not to burn Freed's hand to a crisp.

Luckily, Freed had caught on to Natsu's foul mood. However, instead of removing his hand, he smiled at the angry dragon slayer as if taunting him.

"Hello, Natsu. What are you doing here?" he asked. He then turned to face Laxus, a bright blush overcoming his face. "Laxus! You're here to see me!"

The blonde blushed and looked away. "No I'm not. I'm just here to make sure this one doesn't do anything stupid."

Natsu crossed his arms. "Freed, you've got three seconds."

Freed sighed before finally removing his hand from Lucy's shoulder.

Lucy glanced between the two of them, totally oblivious as to what was going on. One minute she was having a good time in book club, the next Levy was being taken away while Natsu was threatening Freed.

"Can't I just have one normal day without your crazy antics?" she said, slapping a hand to her forehead. Grabbing her book, she stood up. "Let's go. Levy-chan is gone now anyways. Sorry, Freed. We'll do this again some other time."

Freed nodded. "Alright. I'll see you next time."

With that, Lucy grabbed Natsu by the ear and dragged him out of the shop, leaving Freed and Laxus.

Laxus heaved a sigh of relief before sitting across from his partner.

"I'm so happy!" the other boy's voice rang out.

"Huh? For what?"

"You came because you were jealous! If that isn't the most romantic thing-"

"Oi, who said I was jealous?"

"Oh, Laxus. It's written all over your face!"

Laxus scoffed, covering his mouth with his hand before a smile broke out over his face.

"Yeah, yeah. So, do you want to tell me about your book since we messed up your club?"

Freed's grin grew even wider, which Laxus thought was impossible.

"Okay!"

"Put me down, Gajeel!" Levy shouted, banging on his back.

Townspeople ignored them, having been used to Fairy Tail's crazy antics. It wasn't the first time they had seen Gajeel carrying Levy over his back through town, and it wouldn't be their last either.

"Not until we're back at your place," the scruffy boy replied.

Having had enough, she yanked on his hair, causing him to yelp before finally letting her go.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" Gajeel barked, rubbing his head.

"That's my line, idiot!" Levy replied. "What are you getting so jealous about? It's just book club!"

"J-Jealous? I'm not jealous!"

"You think I don't know you enough by now to know when you're jealous? Seriously, Gajeel! Sometimes you can be so annoying!"

With slanted brows, he rubbed the back of his head while turning away from her. She went on and on about how immature he was, each word a slap in the face, making him realize how dumb he was being.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Say it again," Levy demanded, crossing her arms.

"I'm sorry."

"Look at me while you say it!"

"Jeez, I'm sorry, okay! Need me to get on my hands and knees?"

Levy let out a giggle. "No, that won't be necessary this time. But I'm warning you, next time you interrupt book club, I won't be so forgiving. I was really looking forward to gushing about the characters of the book we just read!"

"Yeah, I know. It's not my fault, though. Gray and Cana were talking about how you and Freed would make a cute couple and I guess I just lost it."

Levy smiled, holding her hand out to the boy. Lacing her fingers with his, they began their walk back to her apartment. Her smile widened as she rested her hand over her belly.

"Well, you don't have to worry about anything like that ever again, okay?" she said, her cheeks burning red.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gajeel asked, tilting his head.

"Oh nothing." Before he could question her any further, she continued, "I wonder how Natsu and Lu-chan are right now."

"Uhh, Lucy? How long are you gonna be dragging me by the ear?" Natsu asked, eyes squinted in pain.

"Until you realize how much of an idiot you're being," the blonde answered with a huff. "I mean seriously, Natsu. Was the job that important that you had to barge in on book club?"

The boy scrunched his face in annoyance. "Not really."

"Then what was it? Because I can't have you keep pushing my boundaries!"

Lucy was about to go off on a rant when a warm hand gripped her wrist, pulling her hand away from Natsu's ear. He quickly spun her around. His face was serious, much different than his usual carefree grin. Something was bothering him.

"Do you really not know?" he asked, voice low. He kept his hand latched to her wrist.

Lucy tried to ignore the warmth that spread from the simple contact. "Know what?"

"C'mon, Luce. You're one of the smartest people I know. You're telling me you can't figure out what this is about?"

She looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do," Natsu said, his features growing soft. His hold on her wrist was gentle as he pulled her closer to him. "I don't wanna keep beatin' around the bush with you."

"N-Natsu," Lucy whispered, her heart threatening to beat out her chest. "W-What are you…"

The boy slowly leaned forward, his breath fanning her face. Her mind was short circuiting, unable to comprehend what was going on until his lips brushed against hers. At first, she was unable to move. All she could think about was how surprisingly soft his lips were. Then, she felt him begin to pull away. Her arms moved on their own, wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer to her, deepening the kiss.

As the two pulled away, they gazed into each other's eyes. Both of their faces were flushed with heat, their lips swelled from the passionate kiss.

Hearing whispers, Lucy remembered that they were in public. Squealing, she pushed Natsu away and covered her mortified face. She never imagined her first kiss would've been in front of a group of strangers. Instead of being offended, Natsu only laughed.

"What're you getting so embarrassed for?" he teased.

"It's embarrassing kissing in front of people!" Lucy replied, finally moving her hands away from her face so that she could glare at him. "And don't think that k-kissing me is going to make me forget that you ruined book club!"

"Shit," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. "Look, I'm sorry about that, okay? Gray was being an asshole, telling me that you and Freed might've been on a date and that you two coulda been hitting it off. I guess I got kinda jealous since I kinda like you."

"You kinda like me?"

"I like you a lot, okay? Kinda more than like, actually…"

Lucy's heart skipped a beat. "W-Well, that doesn't mean that you can barge in on book club."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Lucy."

"It's okay. I'll forgive you this time since I sorta kinda like you too."

Natsu's eyes widened. He ducked his face in his scarf. "You kinda like me too?"

"Well, more than like."

The two looked away from each other, their hearts beating miles per second. Finally, their feelings for each other were out in the open. They didn't know what life had in store for them now, but they were eager, albeit a bit nervous, to find out.

Lucy, feeling the need to break the silence, asked, "Why Freed though?"

"What do you mean?" Natsu asked.

"Freed? You're telling me you don't know?"

"Don't know what?"

"Natsu, Freed is gay. How did you not know that? The only person I can think of who makes their love more apparent than Juvia is Freed."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Hello, Freed is in love with Laxus!"

Natsu's jaw dropped to the ground. "Wait, what!?"

"Duh! That's why it's so silly you got jealous over Freed!"

Natsu thought back to all the interactions he witnessed between Freed and Laxus. It hit him like a brick.

"Holy shit, how did I not notice?"

"Because you're dense," Lucy teased with a grin.

"Oi, I don't wanna hear that from you! Do you know how long I've been flirting with you and it took you this long to figure it out? Actually, you didn't even figure it out! I kissed you!"

"Since when is breaking into my apartment and making a mess flirting!?"

"Since forever!"

And just like that, their nerves had calmed. They were back to their usual selves, bickering playfully and having fun. They were friends first, and always would be. Only now, they'd be even closer.

"Should we get revenge on Gray?" Lucy suggested, sliding her hand into Natsu's.

"Hell yeah! Cana, too!" Natsu replied.

As they headed back to the guild, carefully concocting a plan for revenge, they couldn't help but think about how it was thanks to Gray and Cana's prank that they were being open with each other. And it wasn't just them either. Gajeel and Levy, Freed and Laxus. All of their relationships were going to change for the better after today.

#fairy tail #ftrbb2020 #nalu #gajevy #fraxus

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2018shawn · 4 years

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63 + 71 with shawn pls

63. “You look so hot I could fuck you senseless right now.” | 71. “Wider, baby. I said wider.”

ooooooh my GOD this is a personal fave of mine i liked writing this one......

~~~ saucy saturday/sunday ~~~

to say shawn was an old friend of yours, that you used to fool around with, would be putting it lightly. very, very lightly. because, as a matter of fact, he was the most mind-blowing, toe-curling, stomach-knotting sex you’d ever experienced. and you’d never, ever forget it. it was hard to forget it, especially when he’s stood across the expensive bar, eyes wandering up and down your body when you weren’t looking. the way you sipped at your straw. the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed at some other stupid guy’s lame jokes. the way you pulled in your bottom lip when you finally made eye contact.

the music was loud, but the lust was louder. so he knocked back the remainder of his whiskey, wincing as it burned down his throat, before slamming his glass onto the bar. his friend furrowed his eyebrows, but when he saw the way shawn was focusing on you through the crowds of people, it all made perfect sense. just as brian was about to make some snarky comment about how much shawn pined and lusted over you, they curly haired boy was already half way across the bar, strutting in your direction as if he’d been set a determining mission.

he was dressed in his smartest suit, for the opening of the bar, and fate almost seemed like a real thing when he towered next to you, your eyes gazing over his emerald green tie that matched perfectly with your identical coloured dress. “hi.” he simply said, cutting off any conversation with your other... man friend. little did shawn know, that man friend was more interested in the co-ordination of the outfits than getting into what was underneath your dress and although you thought you should tell him, that your friend was simply not interested in women, you thought playing on it would be more fun. and also, why should you tell him? he ditched you for a PR relationship that ended up down shit’s creek without a paddle. and now here he was, storming over as if he owned you and the ground you walked on.

“hey, shawn.” he gulped at how effortlessly his name fell from your tongue, forgetting how amazing you sounded when you purred his title. your friend excused himself, even he feeling awkward at the sexual tension. “long time, no see.”

shawn shoved his hands into his pocket, mostly because he needed to resist wrapping his hand around your waist, but partly because he was kicking himself for not coming over with some form of game plan. instead here he stood, shifting awkwardly before you, lost in your ongoing beauty to form a single sentence. “uh, yeah, too long.” he cleared his throat, trying to pull his game together and he wondered what it was that you had over him, that no one else did. no one else even came close.

“how’ve you been?” you sipped again on the straw to your incredibly strong flavoured cocktail and tried your hardest to hide the sensation of what felt like pure vodka hitting the back of your throat.

“good, working hard. keeping my head down.”

“yeah, i saw about your horrific break up in the news, must have been awful.” you spoke with such monotone words; words that oozed sarcasm and you hated how bitter you sounded, but you were. shawn promised you a lot, he promised you a happy life. amazing opportunities. talks of a life long relationship. until it turned out to be a mere fling. but somehow, you couldn’t turn your 6 inch heels and walk away.

“someone’s bitter.” he laughed, almost evilly and you wanted right there and then to show him what he was missing.

“someone deserves to be.” you spat back taking another sip of your drink and although it had been in your hand for 30 minutes or so, you’d drank more in the last 3 minutes than you had the entire time. there was a silence. a moment of you both staring into each others eyes to see who would break first and you were determined for it to not be you.

“well, you look nice, anyway.” he chirped, trying to open a can of compliments in order to win you back. because he needed you back. even when you weren’t with him, mentally he had you there.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes and popping out your hip so all your weight fell to one side of your body. “nice? you ditch me and see me again after 2 years, and all you have is nice?”

he knew you were feisty, and hell, he knew he was in the wrong for practically dumping whatever arrangements you both had, without a trace. but he thought someone, somewhere, mixed with a little bit of fate, had brought you both back into the same room, wearing the same colour, with the same intentions. “fuck sake, y/n.”

“well, i’m just saying. it’s funny how you think you can waltz back over here and give me a pathetic compliment and woo your way back into my pants, mendes.”

he raised his eyebrows, and you suddenly felt nervous. small. submissive. your bratty attitude only ever led you to one thing with shawn, and most of the time it was you underneath him, crying out his name in pleasure. “want me to be really honest?”

“first time for everything.” you couldn’t help but keep them coming, but he knew he deserved the scolding,

“You look so hot I could fuck you senseless right now.” he casually spoke, like the room wasn’t filled with a hundred other people. like anyone could be listening into their conversation. like it couldn’t get leaked to the press and ruin his perfect innocent, pop star reputation.

the heat from your cheeks travelled down your body, butterflies whirling around your lower stomach, until it rested in your sensitive area. your heels clicked against the hard, marble floor as you shuffled awkwardly. “yeah well...” you spat, your mind working into overdrive to think of another witty remark. “do it, then.”

they were the only words he needed to be brushing past you, tugging at your arm as he did so like you were a little doll he’d picked off the shelf. your legs could barely keep up with his long strides, and you wished you’d opted for a comfier heel if you knew you’d be practically jogging through the hallways of a fancy bar that was decorated with flower walls and champagne fountains. you spat his name once or twice, trying to pull your arm from his grasp as he led you both down to the bathrooms, eyes setting on one of the open doors and ushering you both in. it was no use, trying to escape from him, because once you were in, you were in.

his hands pushed against your shoulders, guiding you backwards until you were level against the door and pushing it closed with your weight. he was incredibly close, lips almost grazing against each other as he reached down and turned the lock and the sound click of the metal made you feel nervous and legs feel weak. there didn’t need to be anymore words for him to finally plant a kiss upon your lips, starting slow to make up for all the lost time. the time he’d stupidly thrown away for some pathetic publicity stunt.

you had forgotten how he felt; soft but needy. his lips worked forceful against yours, hand returning from the lock and cupping the frame of your face. he tilted you up slightly, getting a better angle, but even so, he kept his hand in place there, pushing down when you tried to turn your head away. you weren’t sure how long you were there, how long you got lost in the smell of his cologne and touch of his lips. but after what felt like 2 seconds, he released your jaw, bending down and wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs.

your legs instantaniously wrapped around his hips, heels scrapping against the lower of his back as you clung on. his hair was an open invitation, your hands finding a happy place as they roamed through, whilst his grasped at your waist, knuckles almost white in colour because he never wanted to let go. he turned you both, and you had no idea what your surroundings even looked like, because the entire time you’d been in the room, you’d been latched to one another. feeling the coldness of a countertop against your almost on show ass, you let your body relax and settle against it, legs loosening slightly around his hips, although not enough for him to not be pushed into you.

hips barely knocked against each other, the small opening of your legs just a mere fraction of how close he actually wanted to be. you could already see a bulging area in the centre of his pants, and you didn't;’t see a reason for all of the pleasantries; sure, the foreplay was fun, but it had been far too long since you’d had the feeling of his pulsing length gliding into you. “god, you’re fucking incredible.” shawn muttered, detaching from your lips to pepper a trail of kisses down your neck and across your bare shoulder.

“thought i was just nice” you breathed, a moan following when he nipped at the skin of your collar bone and soothed it with the wetness of his cool tongue. despite your bitter words, you toyed with the buckle of his stupidly expensive belt, the clanking taking over the sound of your stifled moans.

“you know you’re always more than just nice.” he admitted, eyes looking up from where he was situated below your jaw, trying to gauge a reaction. the only reaction you could give was to continue unbuckling his belt, followed by the buttons of his trousers, and then finally, the zipper. his breath hitched as your hands grazed across the hardness of his cock that was captivated in his calvins, and he thought it was the most electrifying touch he’d ever felt.

he used his hands to push your legs wider as you continued to free his throbbing length, trying to shuffle up as close to you as physically possible. “wider.” he breathed in your ear, not feeling satisfied that he was close enough as his cock sprung free and simply skipped past your needy folds. you nodded, wriggling your ass a little and opening as much as you thought the dress would allow.

taking himself in his own hand, as yours roamed through his hair and across his broad back, he lined up with you, making sure to push your panties to the side. he was getting frustrated, with how closed your legs were because he needed to be skin on skin deep within you and he needed it more than ever. his hands hiked up your dress as his cock slid into your entrance, almost ripping the delicate material as he lost control of all his emotion. you both muttered a string of inaudible words as he pushed as deep into you as he could, but of course, it was not good enough for him. “Wider, baby. I said wider.”

your hips now free from the restrictive material of the dress, you were able to spread your legs as wide as they could go, shawn even taking hold of one and holding it against the counter edge so he’d get the perfect spot. he was sloppy and needy, but you liked it that way. when it was too rehearsed it felt forced. not like this; the way you could feel that one prominent vein rubbing against your juicy lips as he thrusted in and out of you, the sound of his pelvis smashing against yours, the reflection of him in the mirror on the wall opposite you, your desperate face trying so hard to contain the screams. it all felt too heavenly, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time he would be making up for ditching you for his fake relationship.

shawn taglist: @imaginashawnns @fallinallincurls @mendesficsxbombay @enchantingbrowneyedgirl @fallinfortom 💓

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a-simp-for-haikyuu · 4 years

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Oikawa request. Oikawa is in a relationship where s/o lives in a completely different country, and so far they have only seen each other on the cell phone at Facetime. S/o decides to surprise Oikawa and goes to Japan to visit him

This prompt is adorable thank you anon! I didn’t really know how to end it but I hope you enjoy :) I’m so soft for oikawa, that’s a known fact

Warnings: none, just pure fluff 🥰

Masterlist

— Oikawa Tooru

You waited impatiently due to the amount of excitement rushing through your body as you stared at the time on your phone screen.

3 more minutes

You kept reminding yourself. You had a long day and wanted nothing more than to see your cheery boyfriend, Oikawa Tooru. The only problem was, you lived in separate countries, your only form of communication being texts, both of you commenting on each other’s posts, posting pictures of one another with cheesy captions like ‘you’re number one in my heart’, and of course the long FaceTime calls that always go late into the night, often resulting in one of you falling asleep mid call and the latter screenshotting their sleeping figure. You were so grateful to have such an amazing dork boyfriend who was always there to cheer you up on days like this, and despite the time difference you both made it work for the 8 months you two have been together. Little did Oikawa know, you had been planning a trip to Miyagi for a while now so you could surprise him. You finally got the funds to do so and you were going to be heading over in less than a week, which is perfect as he had a match on the next day after you arrive in Miyagi. You were snapped out of your thoughts by your phone rattling around on your desk due to the vibration of someone calling you. You jumped when you saw Oikawa’s contact name and picture and quickly accepted the FaceTime call.

“Y/N-chan I miss youuuuuu” he whines as you giggle at his childish behavior, making you feel better already.

You two talked about your day, him telling you stories about what happened in practice, how he saw your favorite snack in the convenience store he visited after practice which made him think about you non-stop even tho he does that anyway, and you telling him about your long day and him cheering you up by telling you how beautiful you are and how you can relax now without having to worry about anything else. Oikawa would be lying if he said he didn’t get insecure thinking about the possibility of you finding someone else who lived in your country who was better than him and could be there for you in person, but you remind him you love him and only him which helps put his mind at ease he just doesn’t wanna lose you because he’s so whipped for you. You two talked for a good 3 hours before he had to go to bed as he was extra worn out from pushing himself so much in practice, so you both said your goodbyes.

“Make sure you look after yourself baby, I love you” he says with that soft smile and adoring look in his eyes that makes you blush and fall for him even harder, which you thought would be almost impossible by this point.

“I will but make sure you do the same, I love you too, try not to miss me too much” you said while winking playfully. Easier said than done he thought to himself. You ended the call and lay back in your desk chair.

Less than a week

You reminded yourself.

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You couldn’t help the huge grin that made it’s way onto your lips as you began boarding the plane.

Today’s the day

You thought to yourself as you made yourself comfortable in your seat, waiting eagerly wanting to take off as soon as possible as you heard your phone ding, signifying someone had texted you. You looked at the contact name and saw it was none other than Oikawa himself.

‘Hey baby can we call in a little bit? :))’

‘I’m sorry baby I can’t, my family want me to help do a deep clean of the whole house :((’

You lied as you didn’t want him to be suspicious or worried about you when you couldn’t reply to his texts, little did he know it was because you had a plan in place to surprise him, even going as far as getting Iwa in on it. Oikawa insisted that you meet Iwaizumi when you two first started your relationship, which ended up with both you and Iwa teasing Oikawa to no end for the majority of the call. You heard another couple of dings from your phone and saw a text from Iwa and Oikawa.

‘We all set to go?’ Iwa texted you.

‘Yeah I just boarded the plane, hbu?’

‘We’re about to start warming up for practice but yeah I’m all set.’

You sighed in relief at his message, knowing everything was going according to plan. You checked Oikawa’s message.

‘oh ok :((( Iwa-chan will be staying over at my place tonight for a few hours after practice so when we can call pls keep the teasing to a minimum’ Oikawa sent, causing you to giggle.

‘No promises baby ;)’

‘No fair >:( babe warm ups for practice are starting now so I gtg I love you!’

‘I love you too Tooru’

The pilot started making the announcement stating how the plane was about to begin take off, causing you to almost jump out of your seat due to excitement. It was going to be a long plane ride, but it would be more than worth it when you got to be with your boyfriend in person.

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“Annnnnnnd we have landed, enjoy your stay folks.” The pilot announced over the speaker, causing you to jolt awake from your sleep as you almost squealed in excitement, immediately taking out your phone to text Iwa that you had landed safely are were starting to exit the plan.

‘That’s great, we’re about to start walking to his place after the coach gives us feedback, do you need me to send his address again?’

‘Nah I got it, thank you so much for all your help Iwa :)’

‘Np Y/N, after all it’ll get him off my back for a while’ You laughed at the message causing a few people to look at you while you exited the airport. You sat down on a bench and waited for a few minutes before texting Oikawa, knowing he’d probably would be walking home right about now.

‘Ok I’m almost finished with the cleaning, I’ve got something I wanna show you when I’m done’

‘Oooo a surprise, is it a good or bad surprise tho?’

‘Good surprise, but you’ve gotta wait, but trust me it’ll all be worth it :)’

‘mmmmm fine only because I love uuuuu’

‘I love you too, now I gotta get back to cleaning I’ll ttyl baby, but text me when you and Iwa get back home safe ok?’

‘Of course Y/N-chan, byeee I love uuuuu sm’

You sighed happily as you waved down a taxi and it pulled over for you, the driver getting out of the taxi to help you with your luggage.

‘Got home safe baby :)’

You smiled down at the message and then asked the driver to stop at a park that was a couple blocks from Oikawa’s house. You grabbed your luggage and sat on a park bench as you texted Iwaizumi again.

‘I’m at the park near his house and I’m about to start walking over, we all set?’

‘Yea he’s just pouting saying how he needs to hear your voice so please get here quick’

‘Lmao you don’t have to tell me twice’

And with that you grabbed your things and started heading over to his place. You took in the peaceful surroundings as you felt your heart drum against your chest rapidly with each step you took, getting closer and closer to being with him. And there you stood at his front door as you texted Iwa one last one.

‘I’m at the front door’

And once you saw the check mark indicating Iwaizumi had read the text you rung the doorbell. You heard Iwa yell a “I’ll get it, trashykawa” to Tooru before he opened the door and smiled as he saw you.

“Hey Y/N, we’re good to go, it’s just me and him home and he doesn’t suspect a thing” He said pulling you into a quick hug and bringing your luggage inside for you as you tip-toed inside his house. Iwaizumi made his way up the stairs as you followed behind him, still creeping as you didn’t want to make a sound. With each step you took your heart pounded faster and faster and a massive smile had it’s way to your face. It’s really happening, you thought to yourself. Iwa stopped just in front of Oikawa’s closed bedroom door, giving you a small smile and a nod and you gave one back in return as you heard Oikawa whine from inside his room “Iwaaaa-channnnn why are you taking soooo longggg?” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes as he opened the door and walked inside, while you stayed in the hallway, waiting for Iwa to say your secret code to que you to enter.

“Yeah yeah, I was talking to the person who was at the door, they needed directions”

And that was your que. You stepped into the room, as you saw Oikawa’s eyes widen as he looked up at you from his desk that he was sitting at.

“NO FUCKING WAY, I’VE GOTTA BE DREAMING, IWA-CHAN PINCH ME” Oikawa stood up as he heard you giggle at his reaction and made his way towards you with the biggest smile resting on both your faces. He pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head, holding you flush against his chest. You immediately melted into his touch and held him just as tight.

“I’ll leave you guys to it, have fun” Iwaizumi said as he exited the room.

“AND USE PROTECTION” He added as he walked down the stairs, causing you both to blush but chuckle.

“wAIT THIS WAS THE SURPRISE YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT” You giggled at his reaction and just kissed his cheek and muttered a “no shit” in the process.

You both spent hours talking as you both laid down in his bed as he held you while you rested your head on his chest. He stroked your hair, still shocked that both you and Iwa-chan pulled this off so flawlessly, but he couldn’t be any happier. He went ahead and called his mother asking if you could stay at their place for your stay in Miyagi and she agreed as you knew about you and Oikawa and she adored you as well.

Before you both went to bed he pulled you close to him and rested your foreheads together before softly, yet passionately kissing your lips, expressing all the love he had for you in the kiss as you did the same back.

The next day you both got ready to attend his game, he even gave you his spare jersey so you could wear it in the crowd so everyone would know you two are together.

“Y/N wait” he said as he pulled you close to him as you started making your way to the stands since the game was about to begin. He softly kissed your lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck.

“I can’t play the game if I don’t get my good luck kiss” he winked at your blushing face before kissing your cheeked and running back to his team. Aoba Johsai won the match, causing him to pull you into his chest afterwards.

“Tooruuu you’re sweaty”

“Doesn’t matter, I need my Y/N-hugs”

He took you on small cute dates for the rest of your stay, even if some days were just both of you staying inside and watching movies while eating ice cream and milkbread. And you made sure to steal his shirts, sweaters, hoodies, and volleyball jacket at any given opportunity which made his heart M E L T at how cute you looked in them and he defiently gave you some of his clothes to take back with you when you did have to leave so you could have it when you missed him.

He took you to the park that near his house, the same one you got dropped off at the day you surprised him. It was sunset and he insisted on taking pictures and polaroids with you so he could have you as his background and definitely not so he could get them printed and frame them and so he could keep a Polaroid of you in his phone case. Which later turned into you both laying down on the picnic blanket he had brought and stargazing, pointing out the constellations to each other, while he held you close to his chest and him giving you his jacket so you wouldn’t catch a cold before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to his chest.

“It’s so beautiful”

“Yeah, it is” he says softly as you move around in his arms to see him looking down at you with a soft loving look on his features, causing you to blush before reaching up to share a loving kiss with one another.

“Babe I got you something” he said before rummaging around in his bag

“Tooru you really didn’t have to, just being here with you is more than enough”

He grabs your hands in his before he opens a small box, revealing a beautiful silver ring. You gasp at the sight.

“Y/N after this year we’ll both be finished with high school and I wanna be able to be with you everyday after that, I wanna be able to wake up next to you every day, get to appreciate the little things with you everyday, have you be mine everyday. This isn’t a proposal obviously.” He chuckled as he softly moved his hand under your chin so you’d make direct eye contact , the look of pure love in his eyes making you melt.

“It’s a promise. A promise that one day, I will give you that proposal, only if that’s what you want of course.”

“Of fucking course Tooru” you said, tears of happiness welling up in your eyes. He slipped the ring onto your finger and kissed your forehead.

“I love you Y/N-chan”

“I love you too Oikawa Tooru”

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theouterbankpogues · 4 years

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after sarah doesn’t invite kiara to her birthday party (a jj x kiara fic)

author : theouterbankpogues aka vi

fandom : jj x kie, jiara | outer banks on netflix

tags : the angst, the fluff, the hurt, the comfort y’know!!

warnings : none

i love writing for this ship bc it has a chokehold on me and i just... i’m so helpless lmao. i read this hc set by @lemon-patches (which you should definitely go and read bc it’s amazing and all the feelings) and it talked about how jj and ki were each other’s first kiss and no one else knows. this is basically how i imagine it happened. enjoy!! as always the validation feeds me so yeah if you like it pls share it and stuff (i love reading tags on reblogs so lmao do with that what u will). i imagine they are 15/16, about 6-8 months before s1 idk if that adds up but lol thats what i went with. sorry for any errors u may find xx

a little preview so u know what you’re getting into hehe: “They stood like that for a while, long and quiet breaths synced, arms entangled in waist and shoulders, hearts rhythmically beating, just enjoying the warmth of the best friend they dearly missed.”

Tears streamed down Kiara’s face. She knew that calling the cops was petty, she knew it was the worst of her manifesting itself, but tonight Ki couldn’t bring herself to care. She found herself toppling some books off of her bookshelf. She had always known that she wasn’t good enough for Sarah. The Sarah Cameron. God, she felt so stupid.

Another wave of regret coursed through her. The pit of her stomach hollowed when she re-remembered that she’d actually listened to her parents and decided to give her kook year a genuine try. She had distanced herself from the cut and the pogues, her best friends, the people that she could always count on, the people who always cared. She gave it all up for the superficial bullshit she knew would eventually fall apart.

That entire evening, the anger and regret approached her in harsh and unforgiving turns. She couldn’t escape her own thoughts, she was so mad at herself. She had let herself become vulnerable, given herself up for someone to use and dispose. She felt so weak. All she really wanted to do was fit in, to have a normal year where she wasn’t disappointing her parents, where she wasn’t out at unreasonable hours getting her friends out of messes, watching their string of luck grow thinner and thinner with every prank and practical joke. She was tired of being the middle between the kooks and pogues, she loved the latter and she could’t escape the part of her that was the former. She just wanted to resign to one side, she just wanted things to get easier. Kiara had decided to leave everything for some peace of mind, and now she knew she’d made a mistake. She hadn’t even checked in with John B, his dad was missing and she hadn’t even checked in with him. God, she felt so stupid. Her sobs overtook her as she sat at her bed.

She was so exhausted from the crying she could scream, it had been a few long hours. And Ki, in a moment of clarity, convinced herself that she was too strong for that. Even though she felt horrible, she reminded herself that she was too careful to let this anger get the best of her. Instead, she resorted to taking a few deep breaths and cleaning up the various books and stationary strewn across her bedroom floor as a remnant of her anger. What had happened had happened, she was just going to have to figure out how to cope on her own.

Yeah, I just have to figure it out on my own. I’ll be fine.

That’s when she heard it.

Thud.

Thud. Thud.

Thud.

‘What the-’

She realised that the sound was coming from her window. Stepping toward the side of her room facing the balcony, she realised that pebbles were currently being thrown at her window by a silhouette below it. She couldn’t tell who it was because the backdoor lights had been switched off for the night. It was well past midnight and her parents were soundly sleeping in the next room, she swore she would never forgive the person currently trying to break her window if they woke up. She didn’t want anyone to see her as the mess she was right now. So as quickly and as safely as Kiara could, she opened the balcony window, “What the actual— JJ? JJ is that you?” Kiara couldn’t really understand what was going on, she had stopped talking to the pogues months ago.

“Yeah, hey Ki! Come down!”

“What?”

“You heard me bro, get dressed and come down!”

After a curt nod, she went back into her room, changed out of her PJ’s into some joggers and a hoodie and found herself sneaking out the back door out of genuine curiosity. When she was outside, she realised that neither Pope nor John B were with JJ. Along with that, she realised that he had two boxes of pizza and some beer cans set down on the grass next to him.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I was scrolling through Instagram, realised you weren’t at the party, thought you might need a pick me up,” He seemed to register her tired face and puffy eyes under the dim starlight because he continued, “guess I was right!”

And that’s how, twenty minutes later, JJ and Ki found themselves in a clearing near her house. They sat down opposite each other, the pizza boxes separating them.

“Got your favourite, double cheese, double pepperoni and half the jalapeño.”

Except for the occasional direction here and there, Ki had been quite their entire walk. She couldn’t really even process what was happening. How was JJ here? Why was he talking to her after she’d treated them him like shit the past few months? None of it made sense to her, least of all why this was all from JJ. With all of it perplexing her, the only thing she managed to say was, “You remembered.”

‘Yeah of course I did Ki, just because you stopped talking to us doesn’t mean we stopped caring about you. Come on, dig in, it’s getting cold.”

She didn’t know how to respond to him so she just followed him in picking up a slice from the box. Warm pizza , cold beer and melted cheese heavily complemented the gentle breeze that surrounded them. They fell into a comfortable silence as they ate.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I know Ki-”

“No, everything I did these past few months, the way I cut you guys off, the way I left y’all when you needed me I-”

“Ki we know-”

“God, I’ve been so stupid, I left you guys, like y’all were nothing, y’all needed me and I-”

“Ki, Ki-” Ki just continued, she felt horrible, “KIARA!” JJ saying her full name was so foreign to her, especially since he hadn’t even call her by her nickname these past few months, it undoubtably got her to stop talking.

“I know the pressure your parents put on you to start at that kook academy. Look we all know how hard it is for you to manage these two parts of your life. I know Ki, you don’t have to keep apologising, I know. We know! Why do you think we didn’t try to talk to you when you told us last summer? We want you to do what’s best for you Ki, you are better than us.” At that, Kiara got up and paced back and forth a few steps, remorse hitting her unbearably.

“I’m not better than any of you. A part of me wanted to leave you all behind.”

JJ’s response was almost instantaneous, “I don’t blame you for it!”

“Well you should! I left you and Pope. I left John B for god’s sake. His dad is most probably dead and I wasn’t theRE.... I-I’m not there.”

At this point the tears had returned to her and she broke on her last word. Her voice wasn’t steady anymore. “I left all of you... I left you.”

JJ couldn’t stand hearing Ki like this, there’s nothing he hated more than having to let down his guard and get real. But JJ, when she said that, realised that this wasn’t about him.

“Yeah Ki you did, but fuck that. We know you love us, we know that it was a difficult call! You have to forgive yourself. The reason I came tonight was to let you know that you have the people that care about you Ki.”

He stepped toward her and looked her right in the eye, Ki had never seen someone so determined with compassion before, “Whatever you do Ki - if you wanna go to the kook academy, if you wanna be friends with Sarah Cameron, if you wanna cry about how horribly she treated you, if you wanna listen to your parents and not talk to us, if you wanna leave the cut- we’re never not going to have your back. You’re a pogue. You’re our pogue! And if Sarah Cameron can’t see how kickass you are, she doesn’t deserve you and she never did. You got us Ki, we’re always right here. No matter what.”

And throughout all of that, he hadn’t stopped looking directly at her. She was enamoured to say the least, she couldn’t remember the last time JJ talked about something that real, let alone carry an entire conversation himself. Knowing her words wouldn’t suffice, she hugged him. She smelt the sea salt in his hair and pizza grease on his shirt and it was the epitome of comfort to her. JJ hugged her right back, it meant the world to him that he could make her feel at least a bit better. They stood like that for a while, long and quiet breaths synced, arms entangled in waist and shoulders, hearts rhythmically beating, just enjoying the warmth of the best friend they dearly missed.

Before they could completely untangle from the other, Ki looked back at JJ, god, how did she get so lucky to have someone like him in her life? The air lightened around them as she looked at him, his eyes regained the mischievous glint they always had. It might’ve been because she was slightly tipsy, or because he was staring so intently at her, but for some reason, it felt right. There was no waiting or thinking, she rested her hands on either side of JJ’s face and kissed him. His lips were chapped and they tasted like beer but she loved it. A rush of adrenaline ran through her, it was new and exciting.

When JJ processed her soft lips on his, and her hands caressing his face, he pulled back. Along with confusion and surprise, there was something in his eyes that Ki couldn’t recognise. But before she decided on asking him what it was about, he was already kissing her again.

And this time there seemed to be nothing holding him back. His hands were wrapped around her waist, she was grabbing fistfuls of his hair in reciprocation. They knew that they would never be able to do it again so they just gave in. His hands travelled to the small of her back and her neck and she swore that she had never felt something more intoxicating.

Ki had forgotten where they even were when they broke for air. They were both just breathing, eyes closed and foreheads touching, it was the closest thing to perfect the either of them had ever felt.

When they opened their eyes and looked back at one and other, they were surprised at how comfortable it felt. How... un-awkward, it oddly felt right. But they knew what the rules were, they knew that when Ki got home, they would never talk about it again, and they were fine with that too.

As they approached her doorstep, JJ couldn’t help himself but ask, “Was that your first-” “Yeah.” “Yeah, mine too.” “What?” Kie thought he was joking, JJ had flirted with every other tourist at the boneyard since they were like ten, “Mine, too.” He repeated. There was an honesty to his response that stopped Ki from asking any further.

She hugged him again. “Thank you for this. I missed you.” He hugged her right back.

“I missed you too. When you come back to us, more beer will be waiting for you no questions asked, don’t ever doubt it.” With that, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and left.

Ki had a small smile playing on her lips; she had never felt lighter in her life.

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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years

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Too Far

Your POV:

“No no no, remember when Harry grabbed the microphone and just utterly wiped out. I mean he crashed to the floor. That was by far the worst fall any of us have had on stage.” Louis corrected.

Niall laughed and nodded his head, wiping the tear that was forming in his eye. “That was the funniest thing I had ever seen happen to one of us on stage. I didn’t think he was gonna be able to walk in the morning.”

Liam shook his head “No, don't you remember when I slipped down that ramp thing and took you out with me Louis. I think that was the worst. And then you like dumped all that water on me and I was just laying there trying to figure out what to do next.”

You sunk back into the couch cushion and rolled your eyes. Despite your numerous objections this morning, Harry had invited all of the boys over to work on the reunion project. They were all sat on the couch laughing about the things they had accomplished and done in the 5 years the band had been together, as well as the things they thought should be showcased in their project. They were all laughing, joking around, and having good time. You on the other hand were glaring at Harry who was oblivious to the fact you were upset. You woke up feeling a little down today. You weren't exactly sure why..maybe that time of the month was affecting your hormones or maybe it was the sad movie you had watched the night before. Either way you were not in the mood to be here with them. In fact, social isolation is what you had wanted to occur today. To be exact, you had wanted to lay in bed with Harry all day. You wanted to watch movies, eat snacks, and maybe plan a little more of the vacation the two of you were planning on taking once he had finished touring. Instead, here you were, surrounded by four smelly boys now laughing about who had the worst farts on the tour bus. You stood up, walking to the kitchen to get some water. “Hey everything okay?” Harry asked following you in.

“Yeah. Just hungry.” you answered without looking at him.

“(y/n)...”

“It’s fine, really Harry. I’m just hungry.”

“Well how about I get everyone lunch. I can run over to that sandwich shop you like...”

You looked up and nodded. Harry smiled and kissed your cheek. “I know you aren't thrilled they are here but we can lay in bed tonight and watch a movie...I just really wanted to get started on this project.”

You sighed and wrapped your arms around his waist. “I know....Im just feeling a certain way today.”

He kissed the top of your head and laughed softly. “I know. I’ll make it up to you tonight I promise.”

You nodded and he pulled away, walking back to the living room to take the other orders. You walked back in, sitting on the couch opposite of the boys. Harry kissed you quickly before leaving and turned to the guys on the couch, “Don’t push your luck with her today.” he warned before walking out the door, leaving you to fend for yourself. You had met all of the boys before. You had been dating Harry for nearly 3 years now and had run into each of them on numerous occasions, however you had not ever been in a room with all 4 boys at once. Even though you loved all of the boys, it was a lot to handle..

You were scrolling through your phone when Louis called your name. You looked up at him. “So Harry mentioned that you didn't want us coming over today. Worried we will take your man are you?”

“She’s just worried he will want to spend more time with us than with her.” Niall said with a laugh.

“I mean we do have quite a bit more history don't we?” Liam added.

You took a deep breath and looked up. “No, that’s not it.”

“Then what is it huh, most people are dying to get us in a room together and you seem to want to send us all home.”

You shook your head laughing under your breath at Louis. “I just wasn't feeling up to this little hang out you're having here today, didn't really have anything to do with One Direction.”

“So you weren't a One Direction fan then?” Liam asked.

“I mean I didn’t dislike you guys, I just wasn't obsessed with you.”

“And yet you still managed to capture Harry’s heart, that’s pretty impressive.” Niall joked.

You ignored him and turned back to your phone to text Harry. *Pls hurry* You hit send and heard the buzz of a phone on the counter. Looking up you noticed Harry had left his phone at home. You sighed and dropped your phone to the floor. Of course he leaves his phone...just like he left me here to deal with these children....

“How old are you (y/n)? Harry once said he only wanted to date women older than him. I do believe you're a bit younger though right?” Louis looked at you, his hair falling down into his face where his smirk was growing.

“I’m a little younger than him, yeah.”

“That’s crazy.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah because he believed that younger girls weren't as good in bed.” You scoffed and turned away. You weren't about to have this conversation with his friends. Your sex life, was between you and Harry, no one else.

“Oh man, remember that night when Harry swore that he had better sex with that older lady, the mum of the girl who had met us on tour?” Niall asked.

Liam looked up and smiled. “I do remember that. That was crazy. He was so upset that we hadn’t believed him.”

“That’s because he was lying. He never did it with a mum, he just wished he had.” Louis was rolling his eyes, looking over at you. “You know what is crazy...the fact that Harry ended up with you. I mean you weren't even verified on Twitter before you started dating him. You basically got your fame from him.”

You bit your lip. Niall chipped in, “Yeah I really thought he was going to end up with Taylor.”

“No. No it was never Taylor. The one he really wanted was Kendall. The Kardashian. She was a model and he was so into her. I remember talking to him about it one day. He said she was the best thing to ever happen to him. He thought that she pushed him into a different direction, made him really want to get into fashion and be something other than a boyband member.” Liam corrected.

Louis raised an eyebrow and looked at you. “I mean there’s really no upgrade from a Kardashian model is there? Harry is kind of missing out.”

Ouch. That one hurt. Everyone looked over at you for a response. You had had enough though. Tears were dripping down your cheeks and you wiped them away angrily. You had always been insecure about your relationship with Harry. For the longest time you had believed he was missing out on something because he wasnt with a model, or a singer, or someone who could push him farther in the industry. He had chosen you, and you were nothing special. No fame, no money, just a normal person working and getting by. You knew people hated you for the fact that you weren't anything more. Harry could do better. He should have done better...You grabbed your phone and stood up walking into the kitchen for your keys. Once you had them, you leaned against the counter letting out a small sob. All of the boys looked over with guilty expressions. Liam stood up and walked your direction but you ran out the front door. You jumped in your car and took a breath. You were crying harder but wanted to get out before someone came looking. Turning to back up you noticed your bag sitting in the seat. It was the bag you had meant to take to the beach the other day. You had ended up getting distracted with work though and never made it. You wiped a tear and searched the beach. It was only an hour and a half away... You hit the button to get directions and backed out of the driveway.

Your phone was constantly buzzing. Your music had been interrupted numerous times already by calls from each of the boys. You had also received over 100 text notifications. You weren't in the mood to deal with them. You wiped your nose and shook your head turning the music up and following the direction of the sun.

Harry’s POV:

Harry had picked up sandwiches for everyone. He meant to bring his phone to get updates on how (y/n)’s time with the boys was going, but he couldn't find it and had assumed it was left at home. He was in a hurry to get back. When (y/n) was in a sad mood, she didn’t put up with a lot and those guys together could be a lot to handle. He just hoped they didn’t say anything stupid or embarrassing. After grabbing the sandwiches and walking back to the car, he noticed a small bakery. (y/n) loved places like this, she always said there were cute desserts you couldn't get anywhere else. He figured something sweet might be a nice way to smooth over ignoring her wishes this morning and inviting the boys over. He picked up a few cupcakes for later and smiled at the box. This was going to be a perfect surprise. He drove home and opened the door with a smile. “I’m backkkk.” He set the bag of food in the kitchen and picked up his phone laughing at the message from (y/n). He walked into the living room to check in on everyone.

Liam and Louis were discussing quietly while Niall was holding his phone to his ear. “She didn’t answer-” he stopped himself when he saw Harry walk in the room.

“Who didn’t answer?” Harry sat between Niall and Louis and laughed. “What are you all doing, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He looked up suddenly. “You haven’t have you?” They shook their heads and looked to the floor. Harry then looked around the room. “Where’s (y/n)?” He stood up and wandered to the kitchen. “Babe!” he called out upstairs. After there was no answer he walked back to the guys. “Seriously, where did she go?”

“Well about that...” Liam started.

“She left.” Niall finished. Harry’s mouth dropped and he looked at Louis.

“She left?”

“Yeah. Took her keys, her phone, and wandered straight through the door.” Niall confirmed.

“Where did she go?”

“She didn’t say. A quiet one that one, I mean she barely talked to us.” Louis told Harry.

“She just left?” The boys nodded and Harry ran his fingers through his hair. “Why did she leave?”

“We’re not quite sure about that either.” Louis answered.

“No, it’s because of what you said Louis.” Niall tattled.

“What did you say Louis?” Harry growled.

“Relax mate, we were all having a bit of fun. The subject of her and you got brought up and we were asking about if she was a One Direction fan and how old she was. Then we got on the topic of you and Kendall and Liam thought it was going to be you two in the end. She didn’t quite like that but then she really didn’t like me saying that I always expected you to be with someone famous rather than someone normal like her.”

“He also mentioned that you were missing out dating a normal person rather than being with one of the Kardashians.” Niall answered. “That’s when she left.”

“What the hell Louis!” Harry yelled. “You know she was insecure about that subject. I talked to you about it a while ago.”

“I know I just assumed she had gotten over it.”

“It really was meant as a joke Harry. Louis didn’t purposefully try to hurt her.” Liam stepped in.

“It’s not a joke. I could make jokes about you going from Cheryl to Maya but I don't because I have enough class to know that would hurt her too.”

Harry picked up his phone and dialed (y/n)’s number but she sent it to voicemail immediately. “I really can’t believe you. You took it way too far this time.” Harry was fuming. His nostrils were flared, his hands in fists at his side and his eyes flashing a darker green than normal.

“We weren’t trying to hurt her, just trying to make her feel more comfortable and open to joking around. She seemed so uptight.”

Harry scoffed and turned around sending her a text. *Where are you? Please come home.*

“Look we will help find her and apologize. We really didn’t mean to upset her.” Louis promised.

Harry opened snapchat maps and noticed that (y/n)’s bitmoji was heading toward the beach. “I know where’s she's going.”

“Where?” Liam asked.

“The beach. Come on, Louis, you’re driving.”

Your POV:

Harry had sent you a few texts but you hadn’t really felt up to answering them. You were laying out on your towel in the sun enjoying the sound of waves rolling onto the beach. Luckily the beach was empty. Every now and then a jogger would pass but for the most part you were left to yourself which was what you had wanted more than anything. You closed your eyes, allowing the sun to warm your eyelids and ignoring your constantly buzzing phone.

You had drifted off into a nap but woken up an hour later. You stood up, shaking the sand off your legs and arms when you saw them. They were walking in a line. Well, Harry and Liam were in a line. Niall and Louis were running from farther back, trying to catch up. Harry made eye contact with you and sprinted ahead. He didn’t say anything, just pulled you into his arms and sighed. You wrapped your arms around him and smiled, your face against his chest. “I missed you love, I thought you weren't coming back...”

“I would’ve come back...I just needed a break.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I shouldn't have left you with them.” Harry shook his head, watching the guys run towards the waves. “I also heard what they said and babe. I want you to know you are the best thing in my life. I love you so much. I never want you to change and I’m glad you aren't famous. It makes you, you. If I wanted a model I would be with a model. I don't want that...I want you.”

You smiled and kissed him softly on the lips, your fingers moving to tangle in his hair. “I know...I just feel bad sometimes. I should be giving you more opportunities...I should be helping your fame, not hurting it..”

“I don't want fame. I just want to do what I love. Fame just happens to be a part of that. I’m glad you're normal. I don't want that famous stuff for a reason...You're everything and more that I want in my life (y/n).”

You nodded and kissed him harder. That was exactly what you needed. Harry pulled you down to the blanket he had dropped in the sand. Your body fell into his lap and you kissed him, your tongue slipping into his mouth and tangling with his. You were about to push him back when the guys came back over. “Get a room.” Louis gagged. You looked up and smiled. Louis stopped and Harry gave him a look. “(y/n) I’m sorry if I offended you earlier...I was just messing around. I didn’t think it would hurt your feelings the way it did. We took it way too far and I apologize. It won't happen again.”

“Yeah and we shouldn't have been joking about that to begin with. Harry is lucky to have you.” Niall added in.

“You make him really happy and who cares about a verification mark on your twitter. You are good for Harry and we appreciate him having someone to keep him in line.”

You smiled at Liam and nodded. You untangled yourself from Harry and stood up, hugging each of them. “I’m sorry too...I was rude all day. I’m glad Harry has you as brothers and I’m glad you're having fun making this project. Everyone is going to love it.”

Harry smiled at you then at the boys. He tugged you back to his lap and laughed. “Since we are all here, why don't we watch the sunset?”

You nodded and made yourself comfy in Harry’s lap as Louis set his head on your thigh. Liam and Niall had their bodies flat on the ground looking up at the clouds. Harry kissed your cheek and you sat there watching the whole sun sink below the horizon and listening to Louis crack jokes about Simon. Life had definitely perked back up...no need for a movie night when you can have a little vitamin sea.

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Got this request today and I loved it. I feel like it may get updated tomorrow but we will see.

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