#i just found it really darkly funny?

[electricea]

still waiting for m3gan to catch on as a horror icon. that movie was fucking amazing.

#i just found it really darkly funny? #and m3gan herself is scary and fresh #can't wait for the unrated version!! #also the dance

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Ok I know you said time won't make them nicer to each other.

But I need her reaction to Carlos being diagnosed with appendicitis. Maybe she's the one that takes him to the hospital?!

The Uphill Battle {2} || CS55

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, name calling, angst

WC: 2.9k

Part One

Carlos was grumpier than usual. And that was saying something since he had been in a mood since the news broke about Lewis taking his seat. You could understand that after losing seats to guys all the time before getting a spot in the Academy. Carlos, however, was not used to that feeling and it showed as he pushed himself harder at each training.

“You’re too weak,” he taunted as you wiped the sweat from your brow and started another set of reps with trembling arms. “It’s like you don’t even want to be in F1.”

You let the weight bar fall into the shelf and sat up. “Go project yourself onto someone else, you miserable shit.”

After taking second place at the feature race in Bahrain you had shown you had the drive for F1, but it didn’t seem to change his training approach. He was still firmly on the path of insult until you explode and prove him wrong. To be fair, it had worked so far.

A muscled arm, followed by a bare chest, blocked your way when you stood up, a sneer pulling at his lips. “You’re not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking. Now get out of my way, you have free practice to get ready for.”

He looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. He hadn’t meant to let time get away from him but when he found you in the gym he decided to finish his warm up routine alongside you. It had been a mistake because he couldn’t help but pester and critique you until he completely forgot what he was meant to be doing.

“Fine, but you need to stay and finish your set. That was just embarrassing to watch.”

“I’m done. With you. And with your training. Go fuck yourself, Junior.” You shoved past him, your elbow connecting with his gut, before you made your way to the stack of towels. You felt his presence follow you to the changing rooms and he closed the door to the shower cubicle.

“You’re done when I say you are done,” Carlos growled, turning you to face him before he pressed your back to the cold tile wall.

You tipped your head back and laughed darkly. “Only for the next nine months, then I’m Lewis’ problem. Or, maybe I’ll get the golden boy as my PT. Charles seems sweet and kind, I wouldn’t mind testing his patience.”

“Listen here, you little-” Whatever threat you would have ignored was lost as you flipped the handle of the cold tap and washed it gush out of the showerhead and straight into Carlos’ face.

“You were saying?”

“Brat.” The timber in his voice had the desired effect as his hand enveloped your throat and pulled you under the cold spray. His lips crashed against yours and his thigh nudged your legs apart, your hips riding the thick muscle as you kissed him back just as passionately. “I really hate you.”

You grinned, but it was more a baring of teeth ready to sink into his skin. “I don’t even hate you, that’s how little I feel about you.”

His palm glided over your ribs, touching the flesh bared by the sports bra you trained in, and slipped between the waistband of your shorts. His fingers spread your folds and curled into your core as your head fell back against the tiles.

“You feel something,” Carlos chuckled, dipping his head down to leave his mark on the swell of your breast. “Or you wouldn’t feel so fucking wet.”

“God I hate it when you open your mouth, just fuck me already.”

Carlos pulled the elastic waistband and let it snap back against your skin. The twanging pain was instant but then it was gone as he dragged the material down your legs. Another ache flared as he sunk his teeth into the soft supple skin on your thigh and you cried out at the heat that radiated from the indents he left behind.

“Fucking savage,” you growled, but you both knew how much you liked it that way.

“Sticks and stones, malcriada.”

You were needy, impatient, and well aware someone would come looking for Carlos as the countdown to free practice began. The lure of a verbal repartee would have to wait if you wanted some pleasure to balance out the pain in the arse that was Carlos. You pushed Carlos onto the bench where your dry towel had been abandoned and he lifted his hips for you to drag his shorts off.

“You gonna ride this di-“ You slapped your hand over his mouth to silence him and straddled his hips, sinking down on his cock with a moan that echoed around the changing room.

“Be a good boy and keep the commentary to yourself if you want a happy ending,” you warned as you let your hand fall to his shoulder and started to roll your hips. He heeded your words and bit his bottom lip to keep from saying something that would leave him with blue balls.

His hands gripped your waist and guided you up and down, setting rhythm that had you bouncing on his dick and an orgasm quickly building. The heat flashing across your body was the perfect contrast to the droplets of cold water collecting on your back and shivering down your spine.

“Fuck, harder,” you begged as your head fell back and he grazed his teeth over your throat. Your gasp filled the small cubicle as he nipped sharply at your skin and you raked your nails down his chest, earning a deep groan from his parted lips. The pained sound made your cunt clench and flutter before he suddenly stood up and turned you to face the wall. The emptiness within your body was quickly filled with the snap of his hips and his hand slapped over your mouth to muffle the cry at the sudden fullness.

“Shut up and take it,” he ordered quietly in your ear. “This is what you asked for.”

Carlos’ hands fell to your hips, bruising your skin with their harsh grip as he pounded into you. The slap of your bodies colliding filled the small space and your eyes rolled back into your head as your legs began to tremble. Your breathing deepened and you forgot where you were as your mind emptied and your body exploded.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Carlos moaned, your walls tightening around him with your orgasm. A wordless grunt warmed your ear before he sealed his lips over your racing pulse and left his mark while he filled your cunt.

Your forehead pressed to the cool tile as you regained your breath and Carlos pulled out, chuckling as he watched his cum leak down your still trembling thighs. “God, you’re a whore.”

“That’s more of an insult to you, desperado,” you teased. “Should I send the invoice to you or Sainz Senior?”

You forced yourself upright and stepped under the cold spray to see his smirk fade as you washed his seed away. You both jumped at the loud knock on the bathroom door and a voice called out, “Carlos, are you in there? You’re going to be late.”

“Just a sec,” Carlos shouted back before attempting to step under the now warm spray. You cast your hands out, splaying your fingers across his torso, catching the pained wince that crossed his face.

“Tsk, tsk, Daddy’s calling,” you said with a shake of your head.

He looked down at himself, the evidence of what transpired glistening on his cock. “Seriously?”

It was your turn to smirk and push him back further before waving him off. “Good luck.”

Free practice was already underway by the time you finished showering and changing into fresh Ferrari merch. No one really paid you any mind as you found a good spot on the balcony above the pit lane and watched the final 30 minutes of track time.

Despite there being better performers, your eyes kept being drawn back to your PT and the lowly 7th place he finished. You had catalogued a list of insults for him and went down to the debrief room ready to rule him up when you found him leaning against the corridor wall. Lines from his balaclava creased his cheeks and his eyes screwed shut as he clutched a hand to his stomach.

“Don’t think playing sick will let you off the hook for that performance,” you said as you crossed your arms.

There was no humour in his face, no wry amusement that usually came with your insults. Instead, he silently pushed off from the wall and made his way on towards the briefing room.

You kind of felt bad as you left the track and returned to the hotel. There had been a misstep in the turbulent dance that had been going on for months and you were left unsettled by it. Nothing on the tv could distract you enough that you finally gave up and took the elevator to Carlos’ floor. It was late but you figured he would still be awake as you knocked on his door.

“You look like shit,” you greeted, but your voice was thick with concern. “What’s wrong?”

Sweat beaded on his forehead and the sickly sheen covered his bare chest too. Reaching out, you felt his skin burning like a furnace and he swayed on his feet before leaning on the doorway.

“You don’t care, so just go,” he rasped, his voice pained and weak.

You rolled your eyes and stepped around him to see a sick bowl on the coffee table with some painkillers beside it and a rumpled blanket spread over the couch. He made to follow but he could barely hold himself up and it was only your arms that kept him collapsing. “Fuck sake, Carlos, you need a hospital.”

“Just need sleep,” he argued. His body shivered and his throat worked to swallow but you had been through enough hangovers to know what was coming. You leapt for the sick bowl and barely got it under his face before he hurled up the bright blue electrolyte drink that you spotted on the table.

“Where’s your phone and your keys?” He peeked up from the bowl pitifully and he saw the determined look on your face before pointing to the kitchen. “Can you stand on your own? Don’t look so offended, it’s a reasonable question in your state.”

“I’m fine.”

“And I’m Max Verstappen.” You let go of him for a second to see if he would crumple to the carpet but he seemed to hold himself on pure stubbornness so you dashed to the kitchen to dump the bowl in the sink and grab his belongings.

“Planning on robbing me too?” he asked as he noticed you grabbed his wallet too.

“Since I’m apparently a whore, you owe me a hefty debt,” you muttered sarcastically. “It’s for your ID, asshole.”

Carlos didn’t deign to respond as he curled one arm around your shoulders, leaning heavily into your embrace, and the other clutched his abdomen.

“You’ve been in pain since practice, haven’t you?”

“Maybe…can we just go?”

You pocketed his things and took as much weight as you could off him, using every ounce of your strength training as you guided him to the elevator. It was strange to see him so reserved in the elevator mirror as it headed down to the underground car park and it was even stranger to sit in the driver seat of his car.

“Please don’t crash it,” he murmured as you started it up and headed out into the street.

“I know you don’t believe it, but I am actually a decent driver,” you muttered. The city traffic was busy 24/7 but the satnav came in handy with the directions to the emergency room at the nearest hospital. “Should I call your dad?”

“No. It’s probably nothing but a stomach bug.”

That ‘probably nothing’ turned out to be acute appendicitis. You could have laughed at how spectacularly wrong Carlos was but you were too worried as he was wheeled away to surgery and you were left to make a phone call.

‘Do not call him Daddy Sainz,’ you reminded yourself as you entered the passcode on Carlos’ phone and hoped he wasn’t too delusional to get it right. Thankfully it unlocked and you went to his contacts. “Hello, Mr Sainz?”

“Who is this?” he asked worriedly.

“It’s Y/N, I drive for Ferrari in the Academy, uh, Carlos is my Mentor.”

“Where is my son? Why do you have his phone?”

“He’s at the hospital. They’re just taking him into surgery now to remove his appendix.”

The elder Sainz must had put you on speakerphone as you heard the noises at his end increase. “Which hospital? Why are you only calling me now?”

“King Fahad Armed Forces and you’re welcome, by the way, if it wasn’t for me your son would still be curled up on the couch in his room until it burst.”

“He said you had an attitude,” the old man muttered quietly before he resigned himself to a sigh. “Thank you. I’ll be there soon.”

You sent him the ward number that Carlos would be brought through when he was out of surgery and tried to make yourself comfortable on a vinyl chair. It must have been cozy enough as you dozed off, only waking when a nurse tapped your shoulder and smiled sweetly. “Mr Sainz is on his way up now, the operation went well.”

You rubbed your eyes and thanked her as you sat up to see almost two hours had passed. It was then you noticed a pair of brown eyes were watching curiously from across the room.

“Have you been watching me sleep?” you asked as you stretched and cracked your back.

The old man snorted a laugh and put down the almost empty styrofoam cup of black coffee. “You don’t need to wait, I can look after him from here.”

“And ruin my perfect posture for nothing? I’m fine waiting a bit longer.” You stood up and made your way to the percolator jug of black sludge and poured yourself a cup too before pacing the room. “Have you been talking with the other teams yet?”

His eyes followed you back and forth like he was trying to pick your brain apart. “About what?”

“2025. He’s too good for his F1 career to end now.”

The old man stood up too and refilled his cup. “Would you like milk and sugar?” he asked when he noticed your face scrunch at the first sip.

“Just a tiny dash of milk please, no sugar. I like my coffee like I like my men: a little dark and bitter.”

He chuckled and poured a small amount of milk into your cup before returning to his seat. “I can see why my son likes you.”

You spluttered on your mouthful and hurried to swallow the hot liquid. “You must be thinking about someone else. Carlos and I just about have a mutual understanding, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he borderline hates me.”

“Can’t be too many female Ferrari drivers that he mentors from the Academy, because I sincerely remember his comment about her,” the old man teased, crossing one leg over the other and staring over the rim of his cup. His eyebrow arched, daring you to correct him until he took the silence with an air of smugness.

Sounds grew along the quiet ward and soon Carlos was wheeled in on a hospital bed, parking into the empty space that had been between the two chairs. Though he looked a little sleepy, Carlos was awake and he smiled dopily from where he lay looking up at you.

“The doctors said your testicle retrieval went well.”

His smile broke with a deep laugh and he turned to look at his amused dad. “I see you met her.”

“I did.” Carlos Senior stood up and kissed his son’s forehead. “I’m glad you had her to take care of you, son. I’ll give you a few moments alone.”

You frowned as his dad left the room, waiting for the door to close quietly behind him. “What the hell were you thinking! Why didn’t you say anything? You could have died!”

Carlos shrugged and shifted carefully to get comfortable on this pillow behind his head. “We don’t exactly have the sort of relationship where we talk about things.”

You huffed and lifted his head, fluffing the pillow before shoving it back into place. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“Back to the insults, finally.” The sick bastard smiled happily and settled into the pillow with a contented sigh. “For a moment I thought I died and went to heaven.”

“Not funny.”

“Was so, you just care about me too much to laugh. Admit it, you would’ve missed me.” He opened his hand and inched it closer to the edge of the bed.

“They must have given you the strong stuff, you’re clearly delusional,” you said with a roll of your eyes but placed your hand into his palm and he closed his fingers around them. “Your dad seems to think you like me.”

Carlos yawned and closed his eyes, but a smile played on his lips. “That’s probably the beginning of dementia. Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Trust me, I wasn’t,” you chuckled. A few moments of silence filled the room before a soft snore broke the quiet. Careful not to wake him, you kissed his cheek and whispered, “I’m glad you’re okay, Junior.”

“Knew it,” he said as he cracked one eye open and grinned.

You let go of his hand and dropped into your chair with an annoyed huff. “Asshole.”

“Brat.”

#ollie answers #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz smut #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction #f1 x reader

[levitiquee]

“I hate it.”

You looked up at him, gritting your teeth through the words. You were angry, so so angry. Furious, enraged, aggravated. Who does he think he is, that fucking Jaeger?

Eren’s last letter finally came through. The one where he says he was going to raid Liberio and asked the scouts for help. Or did he? With or without help, he said. The audacity.

After all the shit you and the others had to go through, the huge reports trying to explain why he went missing, answering the higher ups about his disappearance, trying to justify it, seeking up excuses. Then he has the fucking nerve to send these letters.

You had stormed out right after Hange read out the words, not even bothering to ask to be excused. You were tired of dealing with that emo teenage brat.

But Levi gave no reaction to the sharpness of your tone, already aware of the cause of your temper. He was there in the room, his expression had tightened just as yours had. And he must’ve followed you right after.

He always does.

Without a word, he lowered himself down on the step beside you.

“This is filthy.” He scrunched his nose. “Couldn’t have found a better place?”

“I didn’t ask you to sit here.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes. You just kind of took the first isolated corner you could find. Sure, the stairs were filthy, but that was the last thing on your mind.

“Why did you follow me anyways?” You asked.

“I didn’t follow you.” Levi sighs, stretching his leg to kick a piece of rock. It flew all the way over to a wall, making soft little sounds on the pavement as it impacted. “I needed air. He pissed me off.”

You let out a noise in agreement. That’s one thing you can both agree on. Eren Jaeger was an absolute piece of shit with a talent to irritate like no other.

“Next time I’m seeing him,” You mumbled darkly. “I’m breaking a couple bones, I swear.”

“That was actually my plan, but I’d let you have the honors as well.”

“You should’ve hit him harder all those years ago, back in the courtroom.”

“Definitely.”

That made you smile.

But it was the absolute seriousness of his expression that made you crack. The stony face, with an even more stoic tone. He actually seemed to be considering the idea. As if you and him were merely discussing the weather instead of the best way to beat up an adolescent boy. Without even meaning to, you were grinning, a snort escaping you making Levi glance at you with the side of his eyes. He frowned.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are.” You smiled. “That’s why it’s funny.” Poor Eren, he’s had it coming.”

Finally, you felt the anger go down.

It’s always like that. You get angry, you get emotional, but when you turn around, Levi’s always there, in his own strange little way, a hand on your shoulder and shooting you a look. Or times like this when you’re upset and pissed, and he just sits with you and goes along with everything you say until you feel better.

You leaned back, letting yourself fall back on your arms, kicking your legs and stretching them. Your shoulders hurt from how stiff they’ve been from the tension until now. You tilted your head to look at him.

“Look at us, making plans about how to beat up a kid half our age. What have we come to?”

“Our fucking limit.” Levi grumbled, but the scowl lessened, his brows straightening slightly at your calmer tone. His own shoulders relaxed. “He deserves it at this point.”

You grinned. Sure, you can’t really hit Eren right now, but the idea does make you feel better. For the time being at least, you���ll have to cope by daydreaming.

But you were so tired, you think. Very so.

Why is it that you could never stop running?

Eren’s shit was only the least of it, but it’s been so hard. Being a scout was never supposed to be easy. But ever since Erwin and the others died, nothing's been the same. You could hardly celebrate the success at retaking wall maria when the price to pay was the blood of everyone you knew. Even witnessing the wonder that is the sea for the first time hadn’t been as thrilling as you thought, how could it when you know there’s a whole other world beyond it, and that they want you dead? Stepping in Marley and realizing all that you’ve been kept away from, a life you couldn’t even imagine. It must be nice to live without being so terrified, scared for you and scared for your friends, you had thought. Must be nice to live without having the rest of the world label you as devils and to take the peace for granted.

You wished you could just catch a fucking break. Maybe forever.

You sighed.

“Levi.”

He gave a lazy glance. “What?”

“Let’s run away.” You muttered softly under your breath. Eyes focused on the ground. “Me and you. And Hange, if they want to come.” You sighed, pausing a little. “I hate it. I hate all of it. I’m sure you do too.”

With that, you turned to look at him, right in those silver eyes of his. They looked almost blue here in the moonlight. Was it just you or was even the wind holding its breath?

“This isn’t what I signed up for Lev. I thought I was going to fight titans, not humans.”

“What..” He asked, staring at you unblinking, almost confused. And surprised. And something else you couldn’t quite place. “What are you on about?”

“So, let’s go.”

“What?”

“I’m serious. Somewhere far away. We could just get up and leave right now.”

“..now?”

Levi gaped, struggling to find something to say. Your light tone indicated that it was a joke but yet, there was something in your eyes. A glimmer of something. That made him think that maybe it wasn’t a joke after all.

You grinned. “Leave this to the kids. They don’t listen to us either way. Let’s go and start another life.”

And for a moment, there was silence. You stared at him as he did the same, eyes boring into each other, unspoken words and unconfessed truths thrumming in the air between.

And just for that moment, you considered it. You really, really considered it. Just saying it out loud.

To tell him what you never did. What you’ve been hiding from him for so long.

Would that be so bad?

What if you did run away after all?

You sighed.

“Jeez, Levi.” You finally looked away, peeling your eyes off of him. “Relax. You look like I’m about to drag you from here at gunpoint. It was a joke.”

Levi was quick to duck his head away as well. “I know.” He mumbled. “I know. I’m not that fucking dense.”

“Were you hoping I was serious?” You pulled your knees up to his chest, letting your head rest on them to look at him, a grin forming.

He did. But he couldn’t say that, could he?

“You are the last person I’d willingly choose to spend my life with.” He scowled.

“That’s cruel.” You gasped dramatically, feigning hurt and giving him a mock glare. “We get along fine.”

“You’re missing the part where I want to choke one or two dozen times a day.”

“Kinky.”

“Fuck off.”

“Okay, but, think about it,” You pressed your lips together with the effort to hold the grin together, trying your best to look serious. How could you when he looked so incredulous? It only made you want to fuck around with him a little more. “You could be a farmer or some shit. I could be the pretty housewife. Some peace and calm.”

“You as a housewife?” Levi snorted, amusement gleaming in his eyes at the thought. “Peace and calm at the same place where you are?”

“Well,” You shrugged, “You could be the pretty housewife then. I won’t mind.”

“I think I'll stick to being a squad captain, thanks.”

"You're no fun."

"Shut the fuck up.''

The giggle finally escaped you, unable to hold it in any longer. And little after, you were laughing, clutching your sides, making the mistake of looking at his very offended face and then you were laughing so hard you could hardly breathe. Soon, even Levi’s face softened, the corners of his mouth quirking up just a little.

“HEYYY YOU TWO!”

Hange yells, appearing out of nowhere and startling the shit out of the two of you, making you almost choke. They flopped themselves down between you, wrapping their arms around both of your shoulders, squeezing hard and letting their head drop. “Nice of you to leave me alone with those children. Gave me a headache.”

“You’re the commander after all.” You said coughing, trying to get your breathing back to normal.

“Next time, can you at least say hello before you proceed to crush us to death?” Levi grumbled, squirming under Hange’s grasp.

“No.” They reply to Levi. “But jeez.. I say one word and Mikasa gets all defensive. Why is everyone acting like it’s my fault?” Hange pouts.

“Aw Hange.” You pat their back, laughing.

“I want to smack Eren.”

“Don’t we all?” Levi muttered quietly under his breath.

“Me and Levi booked him first.” You said. “You can have the rest if anything remains.”

“Aw man. No fair.”

Hange pulled a face. And then they pulled the two of you closer, until all 3 of you were practically squishing against each other.

You let your eyes fall shut, soaking in the warmth. And Levi, even Levi— who’s always complaining about Hange’s very physical manners—didn’t complain anymore. And the three of you just stayed like that, leaning against each other in silence. The presence of the other was enough itself.

Then Hange spoke, so quietly you would’ve barely heard it if you weren’t so close.

“How long do you think until it’s over?”

You pondered over the question a little while, thinking about it. Then you sighed.

“Who knows? Will it ever really be over?”

Hange exhaled softly, pausing. They looked up, the moonlight glinting off their glasses. There were a lot of stars tonight.

“Think Erwin’s getting amusement watching us be miserable?” They muttered.

It was Levi to answer this time.

"Yes."

#I CANT WRITE SOMETHING SHORT TO SAVE MY LIFE #IT WAS MEANT TO BE SMTH SMALL #i write a lot when I'm sad ig #they dont necessarily end up good but I write lengthy shit anyways #also this is based on a real convo #i am certain they shit talked ab eren a lot during the timeskip #lmao #Here's a lil smth #levi ackerman #levi #aot #captain levi #levi heichou #snk #aot fandom #levi x reader #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #aot levi x reader #captain levi x reader #levi x reader imagine #levi x reader imagines #levi x y/n #levi x you #aot levi #aot levi ackerman #levi x hange #levi fluff #hange zoe #hange

[aihaitahm]

pheromones

cw: fem! afab! reader, use of princess, dove, darling. pure nsfw. mndi.

a/n: sorry i interchanged cologne and perfume alot. hope u like it though! :3

character: blade

it has been a week since you’ve been on a mission with silverwolf which meant you havent seen your boyfriend ren. everyone knows how he has an extremely soft and loving side just for you and god fobid if anyone hurt you, he would literally hunt and kill them. but what they didnt expect was how grumpy and extra irritable he was when you were gone. his once nonchalant remarks may turn to snarky, sour ones if they annoyed him enough. he didnt like it when other people bandaged him. he would always find time to call you and actually visibly pout when you were busy. kafka teased him because shes never seen someone like him pout like a school girl waiting for their crush. in which blade mutters her a ‘mind your own goddamn business…’

he was starting to miss your touch and how adorable you were whenever you were under him. youre so confident and cocky when you retort back at his playful jabs but a crying babbling mess when he nibbles on your cute nipples. using his hands to jerk to your used underwear wasnt simply enough. your absence didnt really help in general. he cant sleep very well and he finds peace in your warmth and love while sleeping.

after long dreaded days of texting and calling, you finally arrived. you put on colonge/perfume with intense pheromones you got from one of the small shops during your journey, maybe to tease him and put it to a test. putting some on your nape, between your breasts and your thighs.

he was extremely happy when he saw you. blade couldnt show it outwardly but his aura significantly changes. he was quick to hug your frame and kiss you on the lips and immediately help you with your belongings and what not. jbringing you to your shared apartment while listening to you talk about the mission. he misses your voice and he senses your strong scent of yours and it was driving him internally crazy. he smirks at what your silly little plan was but you know what, it worked.

“bladie, whats so funny-“

he suddenly pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss. leading you to your shared bedroom, as he passionately nibbled at your lips. blade holds the back of your head gently, making sure you fall on the soft mattress properly. his hands all over your body as he explored every ethereal part of you.

you felt so vulnerable compared to him, it got you weak in the knees. trying to catch your breath was hard when all blade did was smother you with his animalistic hunger for you. you moaned through the kiss as you felt his knee go in between your legs, rubbing your thin panties under your short skirt.

“r-ren….!”

“i miss you a lot darling, but you do know teasing me with that new cologne of yours, is like playing with fire? or was that really your plan?” blade whispered in which he felt you clenched, he knows how his voice makes you crazy. he continually grinded his knee on your cloth pussy.

“no… i just happened to b-buy it because it smelled good.” you lied. you felt his intense, dark red eyes ready to pounce at his prey. you were grinding back and forth on his knee until he stopped you, looking at you darkly with a smirk.

“i hope you know good girls dont lie and if they do they have to apologize and beg.”

———

minutes passed by and you found yourself a mess, trying to make yourself cum by riding on your lover. he has been denying your orgasm and just sitting there nibbling at your nape. you were stubborn and refused to beg. it drove you crazy when he would refuse to let you cum while he bit hard in the areas you sprayed your cologne at. purple marks all over your thighs, nape and especially your chest.

“come on now… are you that stubborn? i thought you missed me hm? oh your mad because i denied your precious orgasms? maybe if you didnt lie princess, i couldve fucked you like how you liked it.” blade growled as he surprisingly slammed you down on his big cock. he loved the feeling of your hot, cute pussy around him while your wearing that short ass skirt just for him.

“ren… ppewase…”

you moaned a gibberish answer as that strong wave of his thrust was almost enough to make you cum. feeling his cock deep inside you was enough to make your toes curl and arch your back, combined with his sultry voice on your ear. he felt you writhe in his touch as he played with your nipples and nibbling at your ear, talking to you in a such a sweet dirty language.

“im sorry what was that?”

“i said… please… f-fuck me.”

“you know you should beg like you fucking mean it.”

“no…” you whimpered stubbornly, refusing to let him win. you steadied yourself as you tried to hold yourself in place and tried riding his cock. soon enough, you got tired again as you started tearing up. you just wanted to cum all over your sweet hot boyfriend!

“please ren…. i need you please fuck me… dont stop please i apologize im sorry for lying i did want to tease you on purpose, pleaseplease just fuck me and dont stop. please!”

“see that wasnt so hard princess? such a fucking slut, wearing this short skirt and wearing an intense pheromone perfume. dont complain if its too much.”

ren flipped you over as he pounded you into a mating press. sucking on your nipples as he held your knees to your chest while he thrusts in you in a fast, hard pace. hearing your sweet, high piched moans is music to his ears. he felt you tightened up as he continued with his cruel pace.

“ha…hah! cumming! cumming!~ r-ren! ” you screamed. feeling your body twitch as you felt blade hold your hands and not faltering at his pace. continuing to overstimulate you as all you could do was take in his big cock. feeling the wetness of your orgasm fall on your skirt, making a puddle beneath it.

“mmm, youre taking me so fucking good, dove. come on~ keep cumming until you cant princess.” your eyes rolled to the back and you were clawing at whatever your holding, drooling all over your mouth as you babble nonsense. clenching and cumming again and again since his thrusts wont ever stop at the moment. all you could think of is your lover. you pulled him into a kiss and he reciprocated back.

blade enjoyed seeing this sight as it drove him close to his orgasm, growling at your ear as he continously thrust messily into your sweet opening making you cum again and again.

he finally came in your cute pretty cunt. heavy breathing occured in the hot room. the smell of sex and of you was his favorite. he observed his work of art as he kissed you gently all over your body, muttering an i love you and welcome back home.

#honkai star rail #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade hsr #honkai blade #honkai x reader #honkai star rail smut

[wistfulcynic]

a non-izzy-centric reading of the events of season two

i didn't really want to get into this because it's so, so tiresome and i'd rather talk about the things i loved about this season. Poison, positivity, etc. But.

reading this post about people doubting their own judgement due to the overwhelming noise from Izzy stans along with a rewatch of season two from start to finish made me realise that i too had been influenced by a year and a half of being intensely frustrated by people insisting so loudly that OFMD was in fact the Izzy Hands Show. My initial issues with S2 mostly stemmed from overcompensating for that by resenting any development of Izzy on the screen because i did not want it to feed those people. Which meant that i also was centring Izzy in a way that he should not be centred! i was letting their noise lead me to read him as far more important than he actually is.

So i looked back at several points from the season that had me feeling uncomfortable and which, from a cursory browse through the Izzy tag i've concluded his stans see as a contradiction or a betrayal or something and re-evaluated them from the perspective of Izzy not being a main fucking character.

point one: "He's our dick."

When Archie (a newcomer and therefore a fairly effective audience stand-in for anyone not balls deep in fandom bullshit) asks Jim why they're going to so much trouble for Izzy, who she has immediately clocked as "kind of a dick", Jim gives this response. Which, if you think Izzy is important, may read as an expression of reluctant fondness. But then, Jim continues: "There was a time when life meant something on this ship. When we lived for each other, not just to survive." These lines are punctuated by a flashback to the famous Revenge crew found-family Renaissance-painting moment. Jim is nostalgic for the "good old days" of the Revenge under Stede's people-positive management style. It is out of respect for that (seemingly) lost way of life that they take the trouble for Izzy, not for Izzy himself. They'd have done the same for anyone, because they desperately want life to matter again. Izzy, as the person whose gamy leg is a direct result of his threatening Ed and bringing the kraken era down on all of them, is simply the one whose life happens to be on the line.

(honestly, i love this from Jim, who was one of Stede's boldest detractors in season one and still the crew member most likely to call him out on his bullshit. That's your "reluctant fondness" moment right there.)

point two: the new unicorn

apparently Izzy stans see the gift of the unicorn leg prosthetic as a symbol of deep love and respect from the crew to Izzy. Which is an absolutely wild reading when you look at what led up to it.

There's tension on the ship. Divisions. Lucius is chain-smoking and jump-scared by his own shadow. Jim, Archie, Frenchie, and Fang are overcome by guilt over their mutiny and frantically scrubbing nonexistent blood from the deck in what is a fantastically darkly funny Lady Macbeth moment for them. Izzy is sloppy drunk and yelling nonsensical abuse at the unicorn masthead. Roach, Pete, Oluwande, and Wee John make a well-intentioned but ill-conceived attempt to bring everyone back together (i say "everyone" but Izzy, significantly, is not included) which leads to them all being at each other's throats in the sort of mutually-assured-destruction configuration that starts world wars. It's a great scene. Izzy is not a part of it.

until he interrupts them, throws the unicorn legs at them and in his drunken clumsiness breaks his prosthetic. He then pointedly refuses their offers of assistance and drags himself away along the floor by his arms.

my friends. This is peak pathos. The crew do not respect Izzy in this moment, they feel sorry for him. They realise that he's worse off than any of the rest of them and that knowledge brings them back together. Making the unicorn prosthetic is barely about Izzy at all. It's about the crew coming together, repairing the rifts in their found family and as a bonus helping out their grumpy second cousin who doesn't really want to be there but has nowhere else to go. It's also a very generous offer of a new place on the ship--as the new unicorn--and a fresh start. Because that's what life on the Revenge is. For everyone.

point three: la vie en rose

much has been made of Izzy putting on drag makeup and singing at the Calypso birthday party, and fair enough. That's a big character development point for him. i don't hate it, though i wish there'd been more build-up to it, a longer conversation between Izzy and Wee John at least (insert obligatory "fuck Max" here) but regardless, if we accept Izzy's amputated leg as cutting off his old self and replacing it with the unicorn then we can arrive at a place where he's able to participate in a drag performance without too much cognitive gymnastics.

i've written before about the curious choice to have Izzy sing La Vie En Rose in French (after he initially sang it in English) at the very moment when Ed and Stede are having sex for the first time. On first watch i felt viscerally troubled by it, it felt like a validation of the obsessive psychosexual reading of Izzy's feelings for Ed. Looking at the season as a whole, it feels more like a (cringy, creepy, waaaay over the line) attempt on his part to signal approval for Ed and Stede's relationship. Especially when taken in conjunction with his (super creepy, like wtf who greenlit this) interruption of their breakfast in bed the next morning to make a ham-fisted innuendo. Weird but okay i guess, it's not like Izzy and social niceties have ever gone hand in hand.

many people point to the drag scene as the crew embracing Izzy and welcoming him as one of them. Again, i don't disagree. But, also again, this is not specific to Izzy. This is just what they do. They also embraced Archie with her snake-cult stories, they re-embraced Ed (who yes, they do love, refutations of arguments that they don't love Ed are a whole other essay though) and later they embrace Zheng and Auntie and also Jackie who once stole their savings jar and threatened to cut off their noses. That's what they do! They embrace people! That's what the show is about!

point four: the death scene

i have to be honest, i still hate this. i don't hate that Izzy died, i hate that he died in Ed's arms with Ed calling him his only family. That still feels unearned to me, and alas was probably another victim of the shortened season. But even with this extremely kind and forgiving death scene, the stans are not satisfied! They feel that the entire crew should have been gathered round, assuring Izzy of their profound love for him. There should have been weeping at the funeral, wailing and gnashing of teeth, rending of garments etc. It's what he deserves as such a beloved member of the crew!

except he wasn't beloved. He was accepted, yes. Welcomed, even. But acceptance is a far cry from love. Cheering as someone sings a song at a party does not mean you feel ready to weep at their deathbed or proclaim your undying affection for them.

yet even so, the crew are visibly distraught at his death scene. There are tears in many eyes! But effusive declarations of feeling from any one of them other than Ed would have felt (to anyone not convinced Izzy is the main character) completely wrong and very weird. You can headcanon what you like to fill the gaps in canon but on screen we have seen very few meaningful interactions between Izzy and any of the existing crew aside from Fang and Lucius and to a lesser extent Wee John. Izzy's primary relationship with another character is with Ed and so, as much as i still don't like it, Ed is the only one who has any real reason to be at Izzy's side as he dies.

as for the brevity of the funeral and the fact that they went straight from it to Pete and Lucius's wedding instead of having, idk, a prolonged wake at which everyone speaks at length about how important Izzy was to them, i mean. Obviously that wasn't going to happen. More than enough screen time had already been given to a side character who spent most of it either being miserable himself or making others so. It was time for the rest of them to find some moments of joy. As Izzy himself said, not moving on is worse.

in conclusion, i'd like to address the people saying that Izzy should have lived so he could continue his arc of self-discovery and sure, that would have been great--on the Izzy Hands Show. But OFMD is about Ed and Stede and Izzy had served his purpose in their story. i feel certain there will be copious fanfics to soothe anyone who feels Izzy was shortchanged.

on the show, though, he was treated in a very logical and foreseeable way as the antagonist who was able to see the light at the end but not necessarily to thrive in such a well-lit environment. Literature (by which i mean also films and tv) abounds with examples of this sort of character. They see the error of their ways but they are too stuck in them, shaped by them, to exist comfortably in any other way. They help bring about change to benefit others and not for themselves, that is the bittersweet beauty of their endings.

Izzy let Ed go. He embraced the softer parts of himself. He died surrounded by people who may not have loved him but at least accepted him as one of their own and felt genuine sorrow about his passing. That is a satisfying narrative end for a reformed antagonist! If you truly feel that he was shortchanged by it then you have forgotten what show you're watching and what sort of character he was.

Izzy Hands: not the main character, still an interesting one, absolute nightmare, what a guy.

#our flag means death #ofmd meta #ofmd season two #izzy critical #the izcourse #izzy hands meta #sorry not sorry to people who are going to hate this post but writing it has been therapeutic for me #i'm tired of hating a character on a show i love so much so i shall go back to thinking of him as the nasty rat man and focusing on faves #saira has Thoughts

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hey darling! I'm literally reading all your lady lesso one shot your so talented haha. I don't know if your taking request right now but if you are I was wondering if you could do prompt 52 for Lady Lesso x Reader. The idea seemed really funny in general and I'm sure it will sound even better in a fanfic. Anyway thank you so much for taking the time to read this, love your work! 💜

Hey there @leonorasbabygirl !! I am taking requests, and I’d love to write yours 💕 Thank you for your kind words 🥰 Summary~ Reader bratting all day, so Lesso makes Reader get off while she’s working. Reader then says some interesting things…

It’s Mommy, Baby ~Lady Lesso xFem Reader

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#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, teasing, kissing, bratting, brat kink, edging kink, vibrator, mommy kink, pet names, overstimulation, degrading kink…?, etc.

Enjoy (;

Most of the time, you didn’t push Lesso.

You knew what she could do if you pushed her rules, so you remained her good girl.

But on some days…

You just wanted to be put in your place…

You had picked out a short dress with deep cleavage, for the sole purpose of riling up the red head…

You batted your eyes and shamelessly flirted with the other staff members in front of her…

You bent down in front of her on multiple occasions for her to see that you weren’t wearing any knickers…

It worked.

By the end of the day, you were tired from teaching all your students, so you decided to check in on Lesso…

You waltzed into her office, where you found the red head working, and you huffed in a loud dramatic manner.

“Leo… I’m bored…” you whined, “Touch me?”

Lesso chuckled darkly at your words, “Oh no pet, you’ve been bratty all day. Teasing me to no end… I won’t be touching you tonight…”

“I… please…?” You stuttered, forming your best pouty puppy face for the dean.

Lesso chuckled again, “I’m not touching you… however…”

“Yes?” You asked excitedly at the thought of at least some punishment from the red head.

“Sit next to my desk, pet… and spread your legs for me…” she instructed you.

You practically sprinted over to her desk, grabbing a chair and doing as you were told.

“No underwear…” Lesso purred, “such a dirty slut…”

You whimpered in response, the cold air hitting your flush cunt as you spread your legs for her.

Lesso then reached into a drawer and pulled out her favorite small purple vibrator.

You hit your lip in anticipation and squirmed in your chair.

Lesso then handed the toy to you.

“You may come, but only with this. Nothing else. And you cannot stop until I tell you so…” Lesso purred with an edge of warning.

You nodded in response, taking the toy and gladly placing it inbetween your folds.

With a click, the toy began it vibrations, eliciting a light, content moan from your lips.

Lesso just went back to work.

The toy brought you over the edge quickly, being that you had practically been on edge all day.

But Lesso wouldn’t let you stop.

Eventually, after your third or fourth orgasm, your cunt was getting more and more sensitive and your mind was melting into a puddle of sex.

But Lesso never stopped working.

Your legs clenched as the toy brought you over another orgasm and you cried out as his one hit you the hardest of any yet.

“Please... need more Leo... Mmm sorry please touch me...!!” you cried out as the toy just kept going after your latest high.

“No...” Lesso chuckled darkly, “That’s all your getting tonight, so take it like a good girl...”

You whimpered in defeat as the red head turned her attention back to her work.

Hours past of Lesso working and you unraveling at the behest of the torturous toy...

Finally, Lesso got up and put her work away for the night.

“GOD Leo please please no more!! Too much please...!” you cried out, tears of overstimulation running down your cheeks.

Lesso came over to you, towering above you and cupped your chin to look up at her.

Your eyes were hazy and glossed over.

Not a single coherent thought was going on behind those eyes...

Lesso had effectively turned your brain into mush.

“One more for me, alright baby? Be a good girl and cum for me one more time...” Lesso purred, while wiping away your tears with her thumb.

Your lips quivered and you nodded hesitantly.

Ad before you knew it, your orgasm hit you like a bag of bricks out of nowhere, leaving you screaming in pleasure and overstimulation.

“Fuck… Mommy!”

Silence ensued, as Lesso’s eyes widened as she stared at you.

“Oh my…” she gasped, still processing what you had said.

“I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?” You stumbled over your words, your face flush red with embarrassment.

“Don’t apologize, baby…” Lesso purred, attaching her lips to yours.

You moaned into the kiss, finally getting some form of contact from the red head.

“Leo please—” you pled with the red head.

“It’s mommy, baby…” Lesso wickedly purred.

#lady lesso smut #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #professor lesso #lesso #lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso #leonora lesso smut #leonora lesso x female reader #lesso x female reader #professor lesso x reader #lady leonora #lady leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso smut #lady lesso #charlize theron #charlize theron character #charlize theron x reader #school for good and evil #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil smut #the school for good and evil smut #school for good and evil fanfic #school for good and evil x reader #dean of evil x reader #dean of evil #dean of evil smut #professor lesso smut #professor leonora lesso

[howdoesagrapewrites]

Hii! I really liked you Pavitr poly so I wanted to make a request, could you do one where Reader is able to escape and go and star a new life in another country (or city) and they see each other after year's of them gone (bonus if reader became a hero)

𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤 (𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧)

CW: yandere things, escaping, spiders?, reader experiences mental health issues surrounding everything, fem!reader x lovesick!Pavitr Prabhakar x lovesick!Gayatri Singh, but it's reader-centric, I love MJ

Notes: This follows the events of Bound by Webs but reader's escape was successful

You stare at they sky as if it'll give you any answers, any references for what you should feel. You wish there was starts to wish upon, however, Mumbattan is a polluted city, filled with lights, sounds, polluted hearts. Everything's mesmerizing and oh so overwhelming, it fills your senses and distracts you from the truth, from the stars, maybe if you paid attention to them, they would've guide you through a path with a better ending, and path much sweeter than this. But at the absence of the divine guide, obnoxiously blocked by human intervention, you willingly fell into the spider webs, caressed them like one would find peace in silk sheets, delicate, singular, crafted with the finest kind of expertise and care: love. But as you allowed yourself to be enveloped by it, you lackadaisically forgot spider silk has one use: to trap a victim.

Now, every thing that marveled you seems to be darkly stained with ink,like a ruined painting, like something made to be a masterpiece, utterly disgraced by the growing obsession of the artists behind it, forever ruined in a fit of desperation. Now you look through the train window and contemplate what used to lay behind the nigritude of the canvas, you watch the colors, the oils, the beautiful narration of a story, corrupted but beautifully beholding the remainings of what it could have become. You're now on a train going far away from Mumbattan, with barely any money, no other clothes than what you're wearing, and leaving (more than) half of your heart behind, your lovers, your family, your friends, the sense of familiarity, the idea of what home means to you. If home is where the heart is, what kind of home exists for such a bruised, lost one like yours? You simply ran without allowing yourself any sort of goodbye, you didn't look wistfully to the horizon, to the rooftop where you saw the sunrise once, the police station, the streets, no poetic tear-inducing lingering around, you ran. It was the best decision, honestly, you didn't allow yourself to be trapped while lost in your own mind. But now all these complicated knots in your head start to twist further, play around like someone braiding hair, unraveling and disarraying around, all the memories spill messily, you lose sense of time, of space, and the only coherent thought you can recognize is "I shouldn't cry or someone could suspect". So you let the blot of feeling slowly eat you, gnawing, biting, tasting, slow to devour, but so quick to cloak one completely.

You don't even realize when the train gets to its final station. Gayatri found you, cold sweat covers your forehead and the hairs in your nape spike. Wait, that's not Gayatri, that's the kind lady from the train letting you know you must exit the vehicle, you nod and profusely apologize. You could've muttered a half excuse with something like "sorry, long day" but you're far too strayed from social conventions in your current shock state. You lay your feet on the ground and let your body guide you to the platform outside from the train, the air that should smell like freedom, feels unbreathable. You should look for a shelter tomorrow, you should sleep. Your tired brain just demand for the warmth of your mattress, your feather duvet, and the other miriad of shallow items that would be brought to you, in order to get any reaction. It's funny, they would present you with a gift like they were trying to gain the favor of an emperor, a master, but in reality, they were bringing caviar to a prison cell.

When you sit down, you feel the physical tax of everything coming down to you, it feels foreign, you're about to pass out, but you can't feel your toes. You want to scream, and break things, and do a victory dance, and crawl back to them, and you feel like throwing yourself off a roof to see if you can fly. Your body doesn't respond to you when you want to get up, you feel dizzy and lost consciousness.

You're woken up by spiced and sweet incense, feeling terrified to open you eyes, you wonder if this is heaven. Or on the contrary, if they found you, and this is hell.

Soft, honeyed voice tingles your ears, you don't even register the words, a beautiful woman appears before you, vaporous like an apparition, like an angel. Brown radiant skin, thick eyelashes, a long hooked nose and between her eyebrows lays a perfectly traced burgundy bindi. You wish your commotioned head had the words to attempt to describe such belle, instead, you content in basking in the worry invading her piercing brown eyes before starting to actually understand the words her lips spill.

"How do you feel? I'm Meera Jain, I found you on the subway station, did someone drug your cup?"

"Cup?" You feel physically tired by simply furrowing your eyebrows in disconcertment

"Yes, at a party? I mean, where were you before? All I know is that you passed out in a bench and I brought you home."

"Do you know who I am?" You question, fearing this beacon of hope might be quick to go off. Why would someone help this stranger? If she knew who you were, you're sure she'll get you back where you started.

For a question that would make some roll their eyes, she gave a kind smile and light laugh. "I don't, that's what I'm trying to figure out."

"If you don't know, why am I" you look around, this is definitely no hospital "Why am I in your house?"

"Well, you needed help. And I'm a girl's girl" she shrugged her elbows, the smile never leaving her lips. "So, may I know your name?"

"My name is Y/N... L/N. I don't really want to talk about what happened"

She didn't asked. For the three months Meera Jain nursed you back to health, she didn't ask a single question, even with the sassy and gossipy personality you would later discover, she seemed to have no problem helping someone she didn't now a single thing about, you didn't even have a document to prove your identity, you could've lied, you would get paranoid and think you should've lied, even your name, as unique or common, is a tie to the past, a lead for spiderman to follow.

MJ was a university student in her last year, and you were. You were complicated, you couldn't enroll on school without documents, and you would sit in front of the computer for hours, cry, overwhelmed by simply writing a CV, all you could think was Pavitr and Gayatri storming in your part-time job at s grocery store or food chain, looking you in the eyes and pulling the invisible leash still tightly suffocating your neck, even kilometers away, you were under their control. You hated it, you hated them, hated the thing that took your life away, but what you hated the most right now, is that you'd throw all of MJ's efforts down the drain without saying thank you, if you were promised a life where the three of you could be happy again. The past chased you, and it weighted like an anchor.

Days kept passing and you found a job at a local flower shop, the man who worked there simply gave you a job when you asked (begged) for one, he didn't request any more information, you learned a lot about flowers from a dusty enciclopedia forgotten in MJ's house, reading helped calm down your thoughts.

You were arranging some pink camelias and dahlias for an offer you received earlier that week. When you finished you closed the shop, and headed to "your" house, like usual, there was a "usual" now.

MJ still doesn't ask any questions, it's a relief, but it makes you feel isolated. You wished there was a way to simply pass the information over to her head from yours, without having to talk about it ever again, words stopped and crashed with each other when you tried to talk about that.

"What happened there? Angry flower?" Meera Jain asked when she saw your hand while stirring the chai. "A spider bit me, it was hiding in the flowers and I froze so I couldn't kill her. It'll go in a couple days" you brush off. Meera Jain thought you were scared of spiders, it was a very common phobia, after all. And you were, sort of, you were frightened by a spider in particular.

A very lovesick, strong, completely unreasonable spider. You visibly cringed at the kids wearing Spider-Man masks, the billboards and merch, a constant reminder of the dangers. But it slowly disappeared, you didn't know why all of India seemed to be forgetting about the great honorable hero Spider-Man, but it was no sorrowful loss for you.

You were ignorant, but word was on the street that Spider-Man was getting violent.

Life like this didn't agree with you, there was so many things that didn't sit right with you, that didn't make you feel secure or comfortable, but it was better than what you ran from, right? You prayed in your dreams that something would change, something that would make you feel less alone, that would make you stick to this routine willingly. The kind of "stuck" you meant, however, never included sticking to walls.

Becoming a spider-person was hard, you hated it, all you wanted was to remain anonymous and escape from Spider-Man and his girlfriend. Yes, him wearing the mask felt wrong after knowing all, why should he protect people when he's a threat himself? But you wanted literally anyone else to take on the duty. Why you, why did this happen to you?! You tried to simply ignore the powers, but your spidey sense was disrupting everything in your life, you knew crime was rising, and you sat on the couch to cry about a life you lost, instead of doing something for the hundreds of civilians in need of help.

But with unwanted power comes great responsibility. You avoided the calling emeging in your insides boiling hot, burning you, with guilt and angst. It wasn't really until it hit you closer than you'd like, that you understood why Pavitr, like many others, had decided to put the mask on. It was late at night, you were walking home with MJ after accompanying her to a party, you didn't mingle or danced a lot, and were fairly sober, MJ wasn't back out drunk, just alittle tipsy, and she was very aware of her surroundings, despite everyone having a pre-conceived idea of an airheaded party girl, she was intelligent and sensible. So she didn't make a great fuss, neither attracted attention, aside from the sounds of both your steps and little laughs here and there, but apparently that was enough to get noticed by the more unpleasant individuals around there. She always carried a pepper spray, skillfully uncapping it, she blinded the guy, but there was other two goons behind you, both larger and probably armed. Your spidey senses were driving you absolutely insane, you felt like your head was being squished and your veins carried caffeine. Time stopped when you saw a gun being pointed at Meera Jain, an impulse took over your body like nothing had ever done it, and you body slammed the man into the wall, making him drop the pistol. At superhuman speed, you disarmed the other one, who ran away as soon as he had the chance. You looked at her facewaiting for the imminent reject, but she just looked you, wide eyed, mouthing "that was freaking awesome". You had to tell her how you had been feeling, and that you were mostly sure of what was it, since you were acquaintanced* with Spider-Man from Mumbattan. This lead to a big revelation with little words, you partially told her how Spider-Man wasn't a great guy under the mask, and you were sorta running away from him and someone else, you omitted details of what exact relationship you had with the two, and as much as curiosity itched, she didn't question further.

"I just feel so sick of causing you trouble, you saved me that day, and I'm just a mess" you admitted

"I didn't save you, I helped you out, told ya that." She looked at you with sincerity "Just like you helped me out before, if you can help someone stay alive and all that, you just do it, no one's gonna save you " she chuckled at your confused face "You gotta save yourself."

You look at the wall, a mirror hanging, Meera Jain used it for late minute makeup when she was late and away from the bathroom. You look at your face like you did moments before escaping last time, and you notice your expression, full of doubt, full of fear. Do you look like spider-man? You question, but then it hits you. Spider-man doesn't look like anything, it's a mask. Anyone can wear it.

And it wasn't that day in the street, or the day you got your suit, or the first time you put the mask, it was in that instant, that you became Philadelhi's one and only Spider-Man.

Being Spider-Man was so easy. But as you rose, you saw eye to eye with the only person on the same level as you in your universe, and even though you were stronger than you've ever been in your whole life, your knees get weak. Not in the head over heels nervous kind of way, in the "I'm injured before a predator" way.

You swinged desperately, sometimes breaking your webs by how unstable your pulse was, Pavitr's voice made you feel light-headed, nauseous.

"Can you stop there bro?" He swinged, chasing you "I just need to talk". Bro? He never would call you that, he probably didn't know who you are, you intend to keep it that way. His moves were now more aggressive and faster "I said stop! C'mon!" You knew Pavitr sometimes had moments like this, where he was scary, but as far as you knew, Spider-Man was still safe, he wouldn't use his powers wrong, or so you thought before remembering everything that went down, and forgot whatever notion about his morality you had left. You wanted to scream until your throat was raw when you felt his webs restricting you. But you were left speechless, he brought you to a rooftop, and did a series of number combinations that activated an hologram in his watch. "Sorry to do this, but I kinda got to lock you up, or more like bring you to be examined to know if you'll get locked up or not. There can't be two Spider-Man in one universe, less in the same country, you know? Rules and all... You probably want to breathe, right? Let me help you out" He tried to pull your mask, but you flinched and moved your face away. What would he do if he saw you? It had been two years after all, had they forgotten about you? Had they renounced, deciding you were a traitor and simply abandoned the idea of finding you again? Or on the contrary, they wanted to find you for revenge purposes? What does Pavitr think of you now? He was always so delusional, so sure you loved him, is he still lost in this fantasy? Or has he finally accepted the truth? Maybe it's neither. All this thinking makes your blood rush, your heightened senses pick up in your rapid heartbeat, and you notice that his' do too, it's normal though, you are being held captive, of course you're nervous, he still toys around with the goober in his wrist. "You know, they'll take it off anyway when we go to HQ, and I know you wouldn't understand this, but your heartbeat... It makes me feel- it reminds me of someone, so sorry, but I need to steal the big reveal." He comes for your mask again, you wiggle around in an effort to avoid it, but it's futile when he grabs your shoulders and keeps you in place. You feel your world crashing down when he sees your bare face once again, his reaction is nowhere near what you expect. He starts laughing, not like he was told a joke, but like he can't contain his excitement, he laughs and laughs, like a hyena. You just stay there, still, stunned, after a few minutes, Pavitr speaks again. "Of course! Of course it's you! It had to be this way, after all. See, Y/N, there's this thing called a "canon event" that every Spider-Man has to undergo, and there's patterns, like things that always go a certain way, like, Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy falling in love. I'm a variant of Peter, Gayatri is a variant of Gwen, and when that happens, things always go wrong, and I saved you and Gayatri that day on the bus, remember? So canon has to go into place, and you had to escape so canon wouldn't be interrupted, it all makes sense now! You being Spider-Man too can cancel out the whole tragedy thing around this!" You can't move, even if you wanted too, so you can't do much when he kneels down to the floor to kiss your cheek and call you sweet names. "Peter Parker always falls in love with Gwen Stacy, and even when bad things happen, he never regrets it. I get it now, I don't regret falling for you." But you do, you regret it more than anything.

#atsv x reader #atsv pavitr #pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x gayatri #gayatri singh #gayatri x reader #spiderverse pavitr #yandere pavitr #yandere pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x you #gayatri x pavitr #gayatri #gayatri singh x reader #gayatri atsv #yandere spiderverse #yandere atsv

[starfxkr]

FREUDIAN RAFE did something to my psyche ma'am what have you done !!

I bet daddy issues squad finds the "I'm the only man you'll ever need" sentiment so validating

Because now your father is just another man?? you've found the paternal element in rafe and he's the only man who matter now.

And Mr. Proactively Sick in the head would eat it up too 😵‍💫 he's in this weird power play with your father i find it so funny LMAOSJKSN

He's an enabler i fear, might start slipping lana songs in your playlists if you aren't an avid listener already😭

(Have a great day and take care! Ily writing💝)

its very darkly humorous how he pulls you away from your dad tbh. like he will be in that mans house and responds whenever you ask for your dad…your real one.

rafe not so subtly tells him you wont be around as much because he’s gonna take care of you and he makes good on that promise fr because after that you only really see/talk to your mom

he’s laying out your clothes, hes in charge of your daily schedule, all of that because he’s the only man you need now! so he’s gonna start off by really babying you and calling himself your daddy so it rlly sticks when he gets meaner

#✨.txt #rafe cameron prompt #firsous

[rougepancake]

Prompt 89 with power, denji, and aki

OH MY GOD SAY LESS

Prompt 89 - “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING”

Ft. Aki Hayakawa, Denji, and Power

Warnings: Slightly suggestive (but not really). Other than that it’s pretty chill

AKI HAYAKAWA

You moped around lazily on your couch, your eyes focused on the television before you as you scrolled through the seemingly endless amount of channels.

All in all, today was pretty uneventful. You hadn’t even been called out to patrol the streets!

But Aki had.

You figured since Aki wasn’t home to make you suffer the consequences of your actions that you could do stupid things and live in the moment. And while that was true, Aki was expected to be home any minute now.

And boy were you in for it.

Finally! You found a channel that was playing some weird European horror movie and pulled out your phone.

135 NEW MESSAGES FROM AKI

Oh you were so done for.

You were getting ready to open the messages, but the sound of the door practically being kicked down caused you to jump and drop your phone.

“Y/n!” Aki shouted and stormed into your shared living room. He spotted you on the floor and pulled you up by your arm, hoisting you onto your feet effortlessly so he could yell at you. “What in the hell was that for?! You knew damn well I was out patrolling with Himeno today!”

“What was what for?” You feigned innocence, but you were only digging your grave deeper. Aki grabbed ahold of your shirt and shook you just enough to make you dizzy. You laughed and looked into his eyes.

“I’m going to give you shaken baby syndrome.”

“You can’t give that to a twenty one year old, dipshit.” You chuckled and patted his cheek gently, only to be picked up and thrown onto the couch. You let out a high pitched squeal and giggled.

Aki didn’t find this overly funny.

“I can find a way.” He huffed and glared down at you. “You’re lucky Himeno didn’t see those.” He mumbled and crossed his arms stubbornly.

“Didn’t see what?” You tilted your head and looked up at him, your eyes shining mischievously. “What are you talking about, Aki?” You said his name so sweetly and it only upset him further.

“YOU SENT ME NUDES WHILE I WAS WORKING!!!” Aki raised his voice and you were sure the neighbors had heard him. You smirked and rolled over onto your side, giving him a playful wink.

“So did you like them or not?”

DENJI

You didn’t even give him some warning. Instead- you broke down the door to the apartment that he shared with Aki and Power and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, picking him up and dragging him off to god knows where.

He fought and complained the whole time, pouting as you ignored his whining. Knowing Denji, he probably didn’t remember sending you those. Shit- he probably sent them to you accidentally, but that was no excuse.

Once you had gotten far enough away from Aki’s apartment, you released him and glared at him.

“What’s all this abo-“ He started and you shut him up with a sharp jab at his side. Denji grabbed his side and whined like a little kid, hoping you’d show some mercy.

“Denji. I would kill your devil ass right now if it wouldn’t come back on me later.” You grumbled and crossed your arms stubbornly.

“Eh?! What did I even do?!? You’re so mean to me!!” He complained further and you wanted nothing more than to grab him by his shoulders and shake him until his brain was scrambled.

But you couldn’t.

Because 1- you had some morals. And 2- scrambling his brain seemed too nice of a punishment this time.

“Do you not remember..?” You leaned in and whispered darkly. While the both of you knew that you weren’t really upset, you still came off that way. “What have I told you about teasing me while I’m busy? That type of shit isn’t cool.” You huffed.

“Wait what.” Denji stood there, looking at you with that dumb expression on his face. He was at a total loss.

“Do you want me to refresh your memory?” You asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes in a manner that you knew would mislead the poor guy.

“Oh! Uhhh… yes please!” He began to nod enthusiastically, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“YOU DIPSHIT! YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A MEETING!!” You watched his face fall and had to hold back a laugh. Slowly- he pieced it together and had no shame in telling you that he did.

“Well yeah. Isn’t that the sort of thing I’m supposed to do?” He mumbled and you grabbed him by his shirt again.

“NOT. WHEN. I’M. AT. WORK!”

POWER

“Don’t be cruel to me! For I am thine-“ She was cut off by you quite literally kicking her in the back. You weren’t supposed to return for a good hour or two, so your sudden appearance while she was out on a mission had her baffled.

“What was that for, peasant?!” She huffed and glared at you, rubbing her back with an annoyed sigh.

“Well I wonder.” You said sarcastically. “Let’s sit down and think about what you did today.” You put a hand on your hip and pursed your lips, waiting for her to say something. Anything.

But she just stood there. Looking at you like you had just insulted everything she stood for.

Which wasn’t a lot- but still.

“I have done no such thing to deserve this form of treatment!” She said stubbornly, and you had to physically restrain yourself from lunging at her.

“Power.” You pulled out your phone and showed her the messages she had sent you. “What does this look like to you?”

She took your phone and looked at it before handing it back to you and denying it further.

“‘Tis the rat that made me.”

“I DID NOT!” Denji shouted and chucked a rock at her.

“Power. We both know Denji had nothing to do with this.” You put your phone away and stared into her eyes.

“Nothing to do with what?”

You swear she has the attention span of a newborn baby.

Slowly, you took a deep breath to refrain from shouting at her. “You sent me pictures of you naked. While I was at work. And in a meeting, no less.”

“The devil phone sent those itself!”

“POWER MY BOSS COULD HAVE SEEN THOSE!!!”

#chainsaw man #csm smut #power csm #denji and power #chainsaw man denji #denjichainsawman #csm denji #denji x reader #aki hayakawa #aki chainsaw man #aki csm #csm aki #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader

[sleeby-anon]

soooo random but I was just thinking about your sirenbur fic series (the reporter one!) and I always wonder about what reader and siren’s first interaction was like. it plagues me. like, I can only imagine reader stumbling upon a supervillain in a dark alleyway at 3 am and losing their shit lmao 😭

Worry no longer anon, I have the answer to your question.

Well, first things first, the reader was desperately trying to get information about the conspiracy they were trying to uncover. So they were sprinting to scenes of crime to get any first hand info instead of the stuff the news was reporting on.

Siren caught on and thought it was cute that the reader was obsessed with him— found it endearing and was like “lmao this would be really funny to watch them chase a conspiracy for a bit” and it started of as trading info for info, he’d tell you some shit, reader would tell some shit about themselves, and then it evolved to him visiting their apartment for “information” (which would eventually evolve to a steamy make out sesh and so on and so forth.)

and a short unedited suggestive Drabble below the cut as a holiday treat. Minors fuck off.

“So… what information could you give me in response?”

“I don’t think that’s relevant.” His hand is tracing up the side of your thigh.

“No? I can work for it if that’s okay.” You can feel his stare from under his mask. You nod slowly, swallowing nervously. He smirks, and you hate how your body is crumbling with his touch. “Let’s see… how about this?”

One hand traces down the length of your spine, and you freeze, he just chuckles.

“Okay, and this?” His hands moves to your hips squeezing lightly, his grin gets more wicked as he watches your face become flustered. Then he’s leaning in close, his mouth near your ear—

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you are enjoying this more then you are willing to admit there darling.”

“I—“ you cut yourself off as he traces the ghost of his lips along your jawline.

“You are so responsive—“ he pulls back just enough to watch you tremble in anticipation before murmuring, “May I kiss you?”

“Please.”

The hands on your hips pull you roughly into his lap and wrapping themselves around your waist, and joining his lips to yours.

“God I’ve wanted to do this for so long you have no idea how I’ve thought about this—you on my lap wanting me—“

“Then act like it—“ is the last thing you get out of your mouth before he pulls away, watching you with no reaction, before grinning darkly.

“Is that you giving me permission detective? To make you scream my name? To ruin that pretty face of yours?” He leans into your ear, whispering a thought that makes you blush something awful, “Do you really want me to fuck you dumb on my cock, your body squeezing me so tightly and the only name on your tongue is my own?”

The whispered words leave your mouth, the truest you could ever say, no charmspeak required.

“Ruin me.”

“You can be a little more polite detective and say please.”

You squirm on his lap and you recognize the bulge quickly growing in his crotch.

“Please.” It’s quiet and he tuts, pulling away from you.

“Please what?”

“Ruin me. Please ruin me and make me forget my own name.” You say staring at him dead in the mask.

He just grins and pulls you impossibly closer to him, his cock pressing against you making your squirm a little bit more.

“Now that’s my good little detective.”

#sleeby anon #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #sleeby mumblings #wilbur soot fanfiction #clinic!wilbur x reader #supervillain siren Wilbur #nsft #I also have some fanart of siren #if anyone wants to see it #it confirmed that school access codes about shoulders are right #showing your shoulders is incredibly slutty

[shazzbaa]

I just found your blog and I really love both your art and seeing the world of Fallen London through a less experienced player! (And, as a fellow ex-Boatman, fond memories of that experience)

Aw, thank you so much!! I'm having an absolute blast, and I've been uTTERLY DELIGHTED by the response from the fallen londons here on tumblr; you guys are the best. I got so many tags on recent art of Sam that were along the lines of "this guy is always ending up in situations" AND MAN THATS IT ISNT IT, that's one of the things I love about Fallen London, it's just a place to put your guy in so many situations LMAO

LMAO IM SO DELIGHTED AT ALL THE BISHOP ENJOYERS COMING OUT OF THE WOODWORK, THANK U

Fallen London is a browser game you can find here! Basically, you go through stories, make choices, unravel the consequences of your choices, and slowly learn what's going on in this very strange world where Victorian-Era London has SUNKEN INTO THE EARTH and found a world of supernatural strangeness down in the 'Neath. The writing is sort of horror + darkly funny + very British, and the story/game is HUGE; I've been playing for a few months and feel like I've barely scratched the surface.

Samuel Ashman aka The Bloodstained Deacon is my Fallen London character, a wayward deacon of the Catholic church who ran away to London and immediately got involved in monster hunting and illegal fighting rings, as one does. I based him on Sammy originally because I thought that would be a fun character to explore this world through (and I was just in one of those modes where everything revolves around your blorbo), but I adjusted his name so that he could be his own character rather than just a silly fandom reference. Through the choices I've made and intriguing possibilities the game has presented me with, Samuel has become a completely separate guy to that source of inspiration I started with.

#askbox #ask shazz

[woongisi]

Girl Dad // Lee Hangyul

Lee Hangyul x fem!Reader // SMUT

WC// 2.59k

Synopsis// Hangyul's the hot new date you'd found. DILF by definition, and one you had to have.

Warnings// dom!Hangyul & switch!reader, breeding kink, initial use of protection, removal of said protection, mating press, brief talk of custody and separation

Author's Note// @gothlcsan you're welcome <3

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Lee Hangyul. You’d only known him for a couple of weeks, yet you’d already seen him covered in fruit juice, absolutely smothered in messy makeup, and doubled over due to an unfortunately placed kick. You’d met at the library, browsing in the same section of novels. He may have been looking at murder mysteries, but his arms were chocked full of children’s picture books. Barely above a whisper, you had huffed and playfully asked if the brightly colored stack was for him. He smiled and politely declined, telling you he was just gathering them for his daughter. You both laughed just a little too loud, earning a stern look from the librarian.

After you both had checked out all your books you decided to dip over to the coffee shop just down the road. The interactions you shared in the library were small but enough to leave you wanting to know more about the newfound stranger. He held the door for you, he tried to pay for your coffee, and he pulled your chair out… everything he did had you pondering whether chivalry was really dead or not.

The man’s looks were truly striking, donning clear-framed specs. His hair was a warm brown and parted down the middle, falling neatly to either side of his face. His white button-up was loose and partially unbuttoned while his darkly colored slacks were quite fitted.

You learned a lot about one another in the hour you shared, chatting over your drinks and overpriced snacks. His name was Hangyul, he’d been single for a few years now. He had a daughter who was 7 and lived with him. She seemed to be the center of his entire world. He was kind and funny, and you could feel his genuine interest in getting to know you. You were both comfortable with silence between topics, and the conversation flowed easily. Before you parted ways, his gaze lingered on you for just a little too long after you exchanged phone numbers.

Over the following weeks, you met up plenty of times whether it was his place or some little activity his daughter so badly wanted to do. He was empathetic, unafraid to do things that would’ve been considered feminine, and put his kid before all else.

**

A quiet Tuesday night, you mindlessly browsed the channels of your TV in hopes of finding something to watch. Every show seemed the same. You huffed and powered it down, almost jumping out of your skin when your phone began to ring. A smile covered your face when you grabbed it to see the characters “hangyul <3” splayed across the screen.

“Hello?” You tried to contain the excitement in your voice.

“Hey, what’re you up to?”

“I just gave up on the television… you? You sound kinda down.”

“Oh…” The line was quiet for a few seconds. “Just feeling a little lonely. That’s why I called, felt the need to chat.”

“Where’s this kiddo at?”

“It’s her mom’s week to have her. I have primary custody, so she stays with me most of the time as you know, but she sees her mother every handful of weeks.”

“Ah, must be quiet. Enjoy your relaxation time.”

“Actually… the silence is kinda driving me insane,”

You could practically hear Hangyul pouting. You understood, he spent all day in the company of others whether it was his kid or at work.

“Do you want to come over?” He continued.

“Oh? Are you sure? It’s pretty late.”

“No, no! You don’t have to, I know it might be kinda weird to be at my house when it’s just us… only if you want to.”

“I’ll be there, give me half an hour. “

You hung up, springing off the couch and flinging open your closet doors. Even if it was simple, you needed a better outfit than a massive shirt and granny panties.

In no more than 10 minutes, you started your car, plugged his address in the GPS and were on your way.

**

Walking up to the door of his apartment, you shot him a text to let him know you were there, as it had become a habit to do so you didn't wake up the kid… even if she wasn't there. Fumbling with the lock, Hangyul pulled the door open and greeted you with a big smile.

“You made it!”

“I said I would, idiot.”

Hangyul moved to the side and invited you in, offering to take your jacket for you.

You both sat on either end of the couch, almost awkward without the continued presence of his daughter. The room was quiet, cool lit, and vaguely scented like mahogany. A basket of gaudily hued kids toys rested to the right of the television.

“So, what do you wanna do?” You looked over to him, noting how he sat so daintily with his knees together and arms crossed.

“Ah, whatever you want. I'm just glad to have company. It's been a long time since I've been able to just hang out with someone this way.”

“Do you, uh…” Suddenly you felt vulnerable, embarrassed with yourself. “Do you want to cuddle?”

He nodded eagerly, silently scolding himself for being almost a little too excited.

You scooted over on the couch, positioning yourself between his legs and resting your head between his head and shoulder. Hangyul hesitantly wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His free hand came to run through your hair, his fingers carefully removing any knots he got caught on. He took a deep breath, resting his cheek against you.

“I've missed this.” He muttered under his breath. “You’re so warm.”

“Mm.” You nuzzled into his neck, urging him to place the softest kiss on the top of your head. “You're always so gentle with me, Hangyul.”

Hangyul hugged you firmly, taking in the scent of your perfume. “Couldn't imagine hurting you. Not ever. Too precious to me.”

“Precious? Me?” You tried to hide the giddiness laced in your voice.

“Mhm. You know how many dates I've been on in the past few years? Too many. People tend to find it odd that I’m parenting on my own. Turned off by the fact I let the kiddo dress me up and do my makeup or pissed off with how I have to spend most of my time with her. Things like that.”

“It's endearing, I think. You're a wonderful father to her. Can't imagine thinking that's not hot.”

Hangyul’s hands fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, pondering if he should even follow through with his next move. Ah, screw it. It was worth a shot.

“Can… Can I kiss you?” In that moment he was glad you couldn't see his face, surely he was blushing. In a split second you pulled back from him and nodded eagerly.

“Of course.”

Hangyul rested his hands on your waist and took your lips into his own. He tasted faintly of coffee, you thought. Soon, his glasses were discarded to the side. Each of his small gasps made your stomach twist. Even now, he was gentle with you, only ever following your pace.

Everything about him was intoxicating to you, from his voice to his taste and everything in between. In a way you knew he was holding back. He nipped and tugged at your bottom lip, silently begging for access. Yielding, you allowed his tongue to slip between your teeth. Your tongues mingled, filling the air with wet noises and the occasional clack of your teeth brushing against his. Hangyul moved his hand to cradle the back of your head to keep you close to him. Your breath was unsteady, hinting to Hangyul that he was doing something right.

Hangyul disconnected from you, panting against your skin. “Can I be completely honest with you?”

“Duh, what is it?”

“I want you.” He swallowed his breath. “Really.”

You balled your hand into a fist, feeling your mind short circuit for a moment.

“Yeah?” You purred. “Then I’m yours.”

A shiver ran up Hangyul’s spine, giving himself a silent pep talk. He hadn't had sex in 7 years and he wasn't going to let this chance slip. He'd never felt enough chemistry toward past dates to get truly intimate… Now he was ready. The two of your scrambled to his room and climbing onto his bed.

His fitted black turtleneck highlighted the contour of his muscles. His chest, his arms, his abs. Crossing one arm over the other, he pulled the shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the corner of the room.

“May I?” Hangyul grabbed the very end of your shirt, helping you to remove it once you gave him your approval. His eyes flitted from your face to your chest shyly.

“Beautiful…”

You granted Hangyul permission to touch you, impressed by how easily he reached around you and unhooked your bra. “Black lace,” Hangyul murmured. “You were hoping for this, huh?”

“Maybe…” Your face flushed red, subconsciously positioning yourself onto his lap and grinding absentmindedly. Hangyul flinched and let a whine fall from his lips. He’d expected to be sensitive after so much time but every movement set him on fire in a way he hadn’t felt for far too long.

“Gyul,” You sighed. “I hate to be impatient, but I’m so fucking wet and I think I might die if I don’t get you inside of me right now.”

He was quick to oblige, hopping up to rummage through the side table next to the couch. Placing a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube to the side, Hangyul invited you to undo his belt buckle. The sound of the metal clanking was like music to his ears. He removed his slacks, revealing his dick.

“Hey, who are you to tease me? You were commando under that!? Guess I wasn’t the only one who was hoping for this. “ You taunted, ridding yourself of your own pants.

Hangyul was quite big, thick and adorned with fine veins. He tore open one of the condom packs, rolling the rubber down his length slowly.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Hangyul cupped your check in his hand. You nodded eagerly, telling him you couldn’t possibly be more sure. You propped yourself up against the headboard and cushioned your back with a couple soft pillows.

Hangyul leaned over you, placed a kiss on your forehead, and helped you slide off your lace lined underwear. You spread your legs wide to allow Hangyul’s large form to fit between. Words of praise fell from his mouth haphazardly as he rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds. His brows furrowed at the sensation, using one hand to grope at your thigh.

“Are you ready, my love?”

“Mm, please.”

Hangyul poured a generous amount of lube onto both his cock and your pussy, allowing no chance of any painful friction. He pressed into you slowly to allow you both to adjust.

“Shit,” He grunted once he completely bottomed out. “So tight, baby, so warm.”

You whined, biting onto your hand to suppress your sounds. “You’re so big, please just fuck me.”

Hangyul started slowly, rolling his hips rhythmically back and forth. He let out a choked moan, nails digging into your thighs. His hips snapped against yours firmly, eventually locating the most sensitive area of you.

“Oh, fuck! Daddy-“

Hangyul stopped dead in his tracks, trying to process what he’d just heard. You frantically apologized, claiming you hadn’t meant to call him that way and praying he wouldn’t be freaked out.

Hangyul had never really heard or so much as considered the word in such a context. After all, it's what he was used to being called by his daughter who only recently stopped because she was “too cool” for it. Something was different when you said it, something that made him feel powerful.

“No, no,” Hangyul took a deep breath. “Say it again.”

“Oh, so Daddy likes it?” You smirked, yelping when he thrusted sharply into you.

“That's my girl.”

Despite the situation you'd found yourself in, the possessiveness behind his words almost made you feel shy. Hangyul leaned over you, propping himself up on one arm so he could look in your eyes, brushing the hair out of your face with the other. His eyes were dark, brimming with adoration, conveying a soft expression despite how he was slamming against your walls. You gave maintaining eye contact a valiant try but soon found yourself losing yourself to the pleasure, opting to clasp your hands on the back of his neck and kiss him instead.

A small sob escaped your throat, clenching tightly around Hangyul’s cock. “So full, fuck, want you in me forever.” Your quickening breath betrayed how close you were to coming undone.

“W-wait, off, take it off-” You cried and weakly attempted to push him off of you. Hangyul took the hint and pulled out, quickly discarding the condom and moving to press your legs up against your chest. His own legs over yours in a mating press.

“100% sure, baby?”

You nodded frantically and practically begged Hangyul to bury himself back into your pussy. The pace he took up was brutal, fast, and deep with his cock reaching places you hadn't felt before. Each filthy noise that accompanied every thrust pushed you both closer and closer to the edge.

“Please, Hangyul, fill me up- please, please, please,”

“Who? Who do you want to stuff your pretty little cunt with cum?”

Tears rolled down your cheeks, feeling far too good and far too spent. “You, Daddy, please breed me-”

In a few more aggressive thrusts your orgasm hit you like a truck, the tightness of every contraction sending Hangyul over the edge soon after. His grunts bordered on animalistic and in stark contrast to the filthy words spilling incoherently from his mouth, his motions were soft and loving, holding you flush against his chest as he pumped every last drop of his seed into you.

Coming down from your eyes, you both panted with exhaustion. Hangyul had nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and begun to leave light kisses along the expanse of skin.

Hangyul whispered sweet nothings into your ear, mumbling about how gorgeous you were, how much of an amazing mother you'd be, and accidentally confessing to just how much he loved you. Through your little gasps, you told him you loved him too and that if you were to carry anybody’s children you'd want them to be his.

Hangyul's eyes brimmed with tears, overwhelmed by the entire situation. When he went to pull out of you a noise of protest stopped him.

“No, stay, please, too good.”

Blinking away the tears that started to brim at his waterlines, Hangyul squeezed you tight as if you were going to evaporate.

“You… You're not gonna leave me after this, right…?”

“Of course not, silly, could never.”

A twinge of sadness caught your heart at his question, realizing his breakup had really affected him deeply. Unanimously agreeing you could clean up later, you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, you still stuffed with Hangyul's cock and seed.

His heartbeat thudded rhythmically against his chest which only lulled you farther to dreamland, your last thoughts filled with joy at how you'd gotten so lucky to find someone like Hangyul and how much the future held.

#[gray fucks bae173 🥟] #bae173 smut #lee hangyul smut #hangyul smut #x1 smut #hangyul x reader

[sassykattery]

Dollface Pt. 5

Let's see where this goes...

CW: Main Character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Suggestive material. Mention erection.

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Diavolo x fem! MC. Suggestive content.

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo. Main character has a mother and father.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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Okay, here we go.

"Hey, Mom?" The human woman called out from the back of the house.

"Living room."

She walked out and saw her parents both sitting in their respective recliners, looking as though they were just talking. It was later that same evening.

"What's up?" Her mom asked.

"I gotta tell you guys something," she drawled out, trying to sound positive but guilt wreaked havoc on her face.

"What? You finally get a boyfriend?" Her dad asked sarcastically.

She swallowed thickly and stared openly at both of them, waiting to respond.

"That's funny, but really, what is it?" Her mom replied, half-laughing.

"Uh... well... Yes," she replied.

There was silence for several seconds, everyone looking between the other to see if there was a punchline any of them were missing.

"I have a boyfriend," she finally stated a bit more concretely.

Her parents blinked a few times, letting it sink in.

"Since when?" Her dad asked, almost partially laughing as well.

"Since uh... today," she replied, sounding confused herself.

"Oh? And how'd this happen?" The dad inquired.

"I met him recently, and we clicked. He's not from here, he's... international, and I really like him... And I think he really likes me," she replied, looking away and sounding dreamy then.

"Well? Do we get to meet him?" Her mom asked a bit excitedly.

"Yes... Is, uh, right now okay?" She asked timidly.

"Now? Is he here?" Her dad asked, setting his footrest down.

"Yeah, and he is actually really excited to meet you guys," she added, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"I suppose now is as good as any, let him in," her mom answered, sitting up and straightening herself and then fussing over her husband too.

---

You see, while her parents were gone, she and the Demon Lord went out to find proper clothes for him. They were able to dig in her father's clothes to find him at least a shirt and pair of shorts to pass as decent in public while they went shopping. She ran to a dollar store and found a pair of sandals that would have to work until she found him proper ones. While at the mall, she wasn't quite used to the ogling coming from everyone else looking at her nearing sevent foot tall companion.

"Okay, what clothes do you like to wear? I'll buy anything you want," she declared, looking through the racks of the big and tall section.

"Ah, well, back at home, we're fairly formal, or at least I am, due to my status. Typically, a button-up long sleeve shirt, slacks, and loafers are in order," Diavolo replied, following her and watching her. "I would also like you to know I intend to pay you back for this. I appreciate your kindness," he said as he leaned in her peripheral, and she happened to side-eye him, taking in his muscular build and feeling heat radiate off of him.

"Okay, we can do that. I want you to be comfortable..." she trailed off, deep in thought, as she walked over to the formal section. He appeared at her flank, nearly brushing against her. When she turned to size him up, a hot flush ran over her body to have him be so close again.

"What is it?" He asked, tilting his head.

"I just..." She trailed off again, her voice wavering. He realized what was wrong and began to smile widely.

"Do I make you nervous?" He teased, leaning over at the hip.

"More like you give me dirty thoughts that I definitely shouldn't be having in a clothing store," she retorted, trying to stuff down her bodily response.

He chuckled darkly and slipped an arm around her waist.

"You're adorable," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. Her blush only deepened as she grew hotter all over.

"Okay, what colors do you like? Gray, black, and maybe a wine or burgundy?" She asked while thumbing through their largest shirts.

"How did you know?" He asked, keeping his arm around her and looking over her shoulder.

"I'm good at color theory... and I remember your doll clothes. I assumed they were the kinds of colors you like," she replied thoughtfully, selecting the colors she mentioned and handing them to him as she kept looking down.

"I see. Smart, beautiful, and creative," he murmured, his hip brushing against her lower waist. She stiffened but kept her eyes and head down.

"Alright, slacks..." she murmured, looking up and scanning the area, landing on the formal pants. The pair walked over to them, and yet again, she turned to find him pressed up against her, observing.

"Um... You're a little close," she mumbled.

"I apologize," he replied. "I enjoy being near you, but if I'm making you uncomfortable, I can stop." His brows knitted together, and his smile faded.

"No, I'm just not used to this," she admitted. His smile returned, and he tilted his head down low to speak to her quietly.

"This is new for both of us. Just tell me when I've crossed a line, and I'll do the same for you," he murmured. "But it is my intention to be as close to you as possible, if you'll allow me."

She nodded. "I'd like to be close, too."

He kissed her temple and motioned for her to continue. Once more, she turned her head to get a figure for his size, and decidedly pulled a range of them, hoping one could fit the demon physique bordering on godly.

"Okay, go try these on, I'll find some other stuff while you do that," she said, handing Diavolo the stack of clothes. She pointed to the door that said "Fitting Room" and watched him walk in. Not wanting to stray too far, she looked at some casual clothes nearby and continued thumbing through everything available, grabbing a belt, tie, and some undergarments along the way.

A few minutes later, she heard her name called out by a familiar tenor and wandered over to the door and knocked.

"It's me," she replied.

"Can you assist me? I'm afraid my butler usually helps straighten me out," he asked, rather embarrassed.

"Sure," she answered. The door opened enough for her to enter, and when she was inside, he was just finishing buttoning up his shirt. She had to hold in her snort when she saw the buttons puckering from how big he was.

"Hm, maybe we need to go to the specialty store across the street," she mused.

"Why's that?" He asked in reply. His eyes followed her gaze and noticed what she had. "Ah, maybe so. Humans are a great deal smaller than demons as a general rule."

"Even the females?" She asked, busying her hands on his form to straighten his collar, sleeves, and button the cuffs.

"Yes. And, unfortunately, royalty tends to be even bigger than that," he replied, watching her tiny hands work. He could feel the heat radiating off her face and neck as she leaned in closer on her tiptoes to reach up and move his collar.

"That's interesting," she murmured, trying not to let her gaze wander.

She lost her balance and fell forward into the prince, face-first right into his chest. His arm instantly came around her waist to hold her and keep her from falling further.

"I'm so sorry," she said, muffled into the fabric.

He chuckled and helped her steady herself again. "No need for apology," he replied smoothly. The embarrassed look on her face was adorable to him.

She took a step back and gestured toward the mirror behind him. He turned and looked himself over. It wasn't entirely bad, but it was noticeable enough to him and her that these clothes were a bit too small. Turning back to her, he grinned and added,

"So, the specialty store, then?"

The woman chuckled and nodded in reply, and that amused expression turned into shock when she let her eyeline fall too far.

"Um..." Her eyes were wide, her lips puckered and rolled in, as if she was unsure what to say.

He looked down and noticed that her bumping into him had aroused him more than he originally thought. Looking back up at her, he gave a sly grin and slid in closer, wrapping an arm around her upper waist.

"You, uh... We can't leave..." she stammered, clearly becoming shy again. Kissing her forehead, he groaned playfully.

"Oh? Why not? Hm?" He teased. "Is there something wrong?"

She pulled away and turned her back to him. "No, no! You should probably change so we can...go," she lied in reply.

Diavolo gave an amused, quiet chuckle. "I can see right through that. But yes, I suppose so," he replied in a low pitch in her ear. She didn't move, but he could see her flinch just slightly.

After he was changed and everything was put back, the two made the venture to the specialty store, and indeed, they had much better luck there. Though he was still near the top of the size range, it was definitely a better overall fit for the Demon Lord. He noticed how much more expensive everything was, though, and he reminded himself to make sure he paid her back tenfold for buying everything.

---

The human woman walked on back to the other side of the house and opened a series of doors. She found Diavolo playing with the neighborhood stray cats outside at the back of the house, and had to drag him away. Though, he wasn't entirely sad to leave them. He knew he'd be back.

Once inside the house again, she brought him to the common room where her parents were eagerly waiting. She linked arms with him and stopped in front of them.

It was dead silent as the pair stood there. Her parents' gazes trailed upward to find the rather large prince towering over them. He was wearing a black set of slacks and a button-up long sleeve shirt with matching sports coat. It wasn't often that her father found himself looking up at anyone, being tall himself. Her mother was shorter than her, nearly having to take a step back to look at him fully.

"Mom, Dad, this is Diavolo," she announced quietly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Diavolo beamed, giving his best airs and graces.

"And you, too," her mom finally spoke up. She elbowed her husband.

"It's good to meet you, too," her dad added, sounding uncertain.

Her parents sat first, so she brought Diavolo over to the adjacent couch to sit.

"Where are you from Dia..." Her mom trailed off, unsure how to pronounce his name.

"Diavolo," he repeated with a warm smile.

"Diavolo," her mom repeated.

"Yes, I'm from out of the country. It's a place no one has ever heard of here in the States, and it's rather challenging to find it on any map from this part of the world," he replied.

"Alright. What do you do for a living?" Her father asked next, eyeing the demon further.

"I work for the government and the education system," he answered.

"Government and education? So, are you more conservative or liberal?" Her mother asked next.

"Mom!"

"That's alright," Diavolo stated with another warm smile, placing a hand over hers. "We do have our traditions, yes, but we are open to influence from others, in fact, it's my current mission to ensure we do our best to welcome everyone so we can learn more about each other. It's for the betterment of everyone, I think."

"That sounds rather wise," her father replied.

"How did you meet Diavolo then?" Her mom asked pointedly.

"We sort of ran into each other for the first time at the post office, and we kept in touch," she replied, hoping her somewhat truth would stick.

"Well, it's good to meet you," her mom replied.

"Do you happen to play sports? You could easily play for the NFL or somethin', maybe even wrestling," her dad inquired. Immediately, she internally groaned and squeezed Diavolo's arm.

The prince chuckled and squeezed her back while he spoke. "Ah, no, technically, I don't play for any teams, but I do enjoy playing sports at home, as well as cycling and jogging daily for exercise."

"It's not often I find anyone who's much taller than me, son, so I'd've bet money on ya playing," her father drawled.

Diavolo smiled bashfully at the word "son" and crinkled his eyes.

"Okay, well, we're gonna head out for a... a date," she finally cut into the conversation.

"You said you're from out of the country. Where are you staying?" Her mom asked, ignoring her daughter.

"Ah, well, it seems there was a mishap with my former accommodations, so I'll have to find something," Diavolo replied smoothly as the human girl stood with him.

"Oh no! Dear, we should let him stay here. We have a spare bedroom," her mom offered and looked at her husband.

Her father deadpanned and sighed, knowing his wife had already made up her mind. "If you need it, we have a place for ya," he agreed.

"You two are most kind and generous. I see where she gets it from," Diavolo beamed down at his companion brightly. "But I don't wish to intrude."

"You're not. I'll make sure everything is ready when you two return," her mom said, now shooing them out the front door.

The human and Diavolo walked out of the house and down to the driveway where her car was. When the pair got into her car, she snuck a look at the front door and saw two heads peaking out to watch, to which she rolled her eyes.

"What is it, my love?" Diavolo purred in her ear. "I thought it went well."

"It did, so now they're watching us," she replied, cooking an eyebrow at the lurkers. They ducked back inside and closed the front door. Both chuckled and sighed, and finally she turned to look at him, only to snicker at how off he looked in her compact SUV.

"Wild guess, your cars are also bigger," she teased with a crooked smile.

"Like I said, smart and beautiful," he replied playfully.

She then put it in reverse to leave the driveway and then forward again to putter on down the street.

"I'll have to let you see my collection when I get a chance. I have a feeling you'll enjoy some of them," he added joyfully, watching the world go by.

She gripped the steering wheel slightly, thinking about that. "You... want me to see the, erm, Devildom?"

He was quiet for a moment before looking over at her again while she looked at the road ahead.

"I would, yes," he answered.

"Oh," she said in surprise, raising both brows. "I'm honored."

"You've shown me your home, where and how you live, and I would like to show you mine," he added.

"I hope someday I can," she replied, sounding uncertain. The human woman tried not to think about how this could all end for them. She wasn't sure she'd be able to keep him, nor would he be able to take her with him when he went home. She also had her reservations about being in a place of demons and whether or not she'd survive, let alone fit in.

"Something is bothering you," he observed in a more quiet tone.

They came to a stop at a red light, and she briefly looked over at the prince.

"I know you care for me, and maybe even love me, but is that enough for you to actually try and make this work? I mean, you said you'd take me with you, but I just have a feeling something is going to get in the way, and I won't ever see you again," she replied, accelerating as the light turned green. "We haven't even talked about the logistics of all this."

"You're right, and I don't wish to alarm or upset you when I say I haven't entirely worked it out either, but I am working on it. It doesn't help when I don't have any way to access or talk to my butler or the brothers," Diavolo replied, a touch solemn-sounding.

"I guess we need to get a hold of them. Where were you before you ended up here?" She asked, making a turn down another road.

"Japan," he answered. She sighed and rubbed her temple with one hand.

"Alright," she said, sounding resigned.

After about ten more minutes, the pair had arrived at the movie theater. Diavolo quickly got out to stretch his legs and look around as she finally made her way around to join him. She smiled a bit as she said,

"Sorry, I guess I never thought I'd have a seven foot tall boyfriend when I got this car."

Diavolo smiled brightly, taking off his jacket and throwing it over his arm and taking her hand.

"So I'm your boyfriend now?"

"I thought we established that. If you were thinking more, I'm afraid you'll need to put a ring on it," she sassed him, leading him towards the entrance to the theater.

"A ring? Oh, like marriage? Do you want a ring?" He asked curiously.

She tripped over her own feet when she heard him say that. He held her hand tight and pulled her up quickly, not letting her fall. Next, she was in his arms and face planted into his sternum.

"If that's what you want, I'll find the best ring for you–"

"Dia!" She whispered intensely. She pulled him aside and spoke very quietly but with vigor. "We are technically on our first date, and you're telling me you want to marry me? You know that sounds insane, right?!"

The Demon Lord ducked his head down low and replied back in a deep rumble, "I did tell you I loved you just earlier today during sex, did I not? I know what I want."

"Do all demons act like this?" She muttered, still dumbfounded.

"Like what?" He asked a bit more seriously then.

"Head-strong?" She was asking more than answering.

"That's just me, my darling," he replied.

She narrowed her eyes. "You don't like being told no, do you?"

He cracked a smile then. "You are a bright one."

"And you're starting to sound like a yandere," she mumbled, leading him to the theater and entering.

"Hm, you seem like the type to enjoy such behavior," he murmured as she approached the counter.

She bought their tickets and led him to the concession area. After buying their snacks and finding their theater, she walked all the way up the stairs to the very back row, sitting in the middle. Diavolo followed closely and sat next to her, clearly too big for the seat. She set up the armrests on either side so he could have more room.

"Thank you," he murmured in her ear. "Though I see this as just a reason to hold you close." He slithered an arm around her.

"What did you mean earlier? That I would like that behavior?" She asked quietly, ignoring his comment.

He hid his head behind hers to very quietly whisper behind her ear, "As smart and observant you are, I've noticed some things about you, too. You relish the thought of someone being so obsessed with you that they'd be willing to steal you away. You crave someone who wants you so bad, makes you feel wanted and desired."

She looked ahead at the silver screen, watching the commercials roll on. Keeping her head still but flitting her eyes down and towards him, she whispered back, "Is that so wrong?"

"No, my sweet, it's not. Only, though, it would be if you didn't let the one who wanted to be that for you do so," he replied in a rumble. She then finally rested her hand on his large thigh and let her head roll back onto his outer chest.

"I agree."

He kissed her temple, and the lights in the theater dimmed as the movie played. It was an action type, typical gunslinging, and martial arts that were far too heavily edited to be real, but neither were particularly paying attention after twenty minutes. They found their lips to be far more entertaining, salacious touches only for the darkness to see.

"Hey, uh... the movie is over," the attendant mumbled from across the room. Both snapped their heads and saw a poor, traumatized college student half-turned away from the pair, holding a broom and dustpan.

"Sorry, we'll go," the woman jumped up and scurried past the prince, hopping down the steps with Diavolo following.

The two were laughing when they got outside, running out, hand-in-hand. There was a mist in the air, the streetlights on in the darkness surrounding them. They quickly got back in her car, and just as she started it, she looked over at the prince who was staring her down with the same look he had much earlier that morning when she found him.

"Hang on," she murmured, putting the car in drive and speeding off to a new location. Within five minutes, they were in a dark area in front of a pond, glistening under the light of her car's headlights, until she switched the car off.

"Where is this?" The prince asked in the dark. The clouds were heavy, and there were no lights around to illuminate either of them, though he was adapted to this level of lighting with his demonic eyes.

"This is a property of a friend of mine. Their house is on the opposite end, and she told me to stop by whenever I need a breather," she replied, her hand blindly finding his arm.

"And... why are we here?" He asked again.

"Because judging by that look you gave me, you weren't terribly interested in our date ending just yet," she answered softly.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed.

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[count-alucard-tepes]

Kids asking their dads about the various scars they have.

Kizaru✨

He would say it was because of his S/O who beat him up and this usually ended up with the child being super protective towards him because they think his S/O was abusive towards Kizaru. This would just make his S/O angry at him for even saying that but it was so amusing to witness the whole situation.

Akainu🌋

He would frown a little as he knew eventually the conversation would come up so he told his kid that it was just him getting a little too wild with a friend and they both ended up hurting each other in more ways than one…he’d be really sad about this conversation and his child would immediately give him kisses to try and make him feel better.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He would tell his child he had to fight a legendary creature which he definitely defeated but was left with a scar from it. Of course this didn’t happen, he probably was drunk and fell over before injuring himself but he wanted to make himself cool in front of his kid.

Fujitora 🐅

He would wonder if his child would even understand what he was trying to do when he injured his eyes but he knew that perhaps that story is too heavy for a child to hear so instead he just told his child they were nature’s kisses and everyone eventually gets a scar.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He feels awkward about the conversation he would have and would tell his kid that he was rather reckless he was younger which resulted him in having so many scars which is why he doesn’t show his body opening. When his child comments that it does make him look like a crocodile, he thinks that’s pretty funny.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

He would be like ‘What scar!? I’m perfect!’, he’d say before covering where ever this child saw a scar. He really didn’t ever want to tell his child about what happened to him when he was a child so it is a conversation that will never come up again.

Benn Beckman 🔫

He would run his hand over the scar for a little while as he pondered if the story was even worth telling to his kid, he would sigh and simply respond with, “…sometimes dad thinks too long before attacking…and some people were much faster than I used to be…which ended up with me having this scar”, he’d say with a weak smile.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He would touch his mouth scars and then blush darkly in response, “…well…I just really like donuts and the bigger they were the more I wanted to eat them in one bite so…my mouth kinda…tore”, he said trying to make it sound as less gory than it actually was but when his kid says the scars are cool, he blushes a little more.

Killer 🔪

He had a lot of scars of his hands from training with various blades until he found ones that worked for him so when he did tell his kid that’s why he was all scarred and let them touch it slowly and they didn’t flinch away…it made him feel a little better.

Kaido🐉

He waited all his life to tell his child about his scars and the thousand battles he was in until the child chose a scar that was so little and cute, “Why that one out of all the awesome scars I have?”, he’d ask with a blush, “…because it makes you blush…”, the child would say with a smile. He’d huff in response, “..that’s from your mom when she was giving birth to you and I told her to stop being so dramatic…I’ve never seen her so angry…”, he’d say under his breath as his child burst out laughing.

King 👑

He would be a little worried that his child might be too young to know the actual truth about his scars so he’d make up a story about fighting a sky beast that gave him the scar but when his kid starts asking way too many questions he would give in and tell the story of how he ended up being captive by the world government and tortured subsequently.

Queen👑

He would just tell his child some ludicrous story about how he ended up beating up over a thousand pirates and all he has to show is a cool scar just so his child would be in awe of him.

Izou🔫🔫

He’d be honest with his child and say that he was pretty unprepared for an attack from his enemy and was injured on his face. His child would give the scar some kisses, “You’re still very pretty to me, daddy”, the child would say with a big smile which just makes Izou blush.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

He would wonder what would be the best approach to tell his child about his scars but ends up telling the truth knowing that it is the best route to go. He’d answer all their questions about it until the child said they wanted a cool scar too which just earned them a stern look from Dragon, “…don’t give me that look…you have a face tattoo, dad”, the kid would say which just made the revolutionary roll his eyes.

#ooc #one piece #akainu sakazuki #one piece akainu #sir crocodile #one piece kizaru #crocodile one piece #donquixote doflamingo #one piece doflamingo #ryokugyu one piece #ryokugyu aramaki #fujitora issho #fujitora one piece #benn beckman #one piece katakuri #charlotte katakuri #killer one piece #kaido one piece #king one piece #queen one piece #izou one piece #izo one piece #dragon d monkey

[herrlindemann]

Sonic Seducer - July 2015, interview with Till and Peter

Youth-threatening Teutonic Roc bogeyman for some, almost cult-like revered New German Hardship light figure for others: In the development of German-language music, no one has polarized the masses to an even remotely comparable extent as Rammstein singer Till Lindemann and his troupe. After firing on all cylinders at the boundaries of good taste with his infamous cult formation over the last two decades and, at the same time, mastering the rise to become the most successful local rock act, the notorious industrial metal oddball is now also catching up with his English-language solo project 'Skills In Pills' dirty grin for the next general attack on morals and customs.

He almost took part in the Olympic Games as a competitive swimmer in the early 1980s; After his apprenticeship as a basket maker, Till Lindemann has been one of the most controversial singers and lyricists in the German-speaking music landscape since the end of the 90s at the latest. Someone for whom nothing and no one is obviously sacred: a devious pyromaniac who sets himself on fire on stage while he loves to talk about taboo topics that grab headlines such as necrophilia, cannibalism, drug abuse or sex in all love and life situations. Hot iron in the truest sense, some of which can also be found on Lindemann's solo debut: On 'Skills In Pills' the Berliner has teamed up with his long-time friend and Hypocrisy/Pain mastermind Peter Tägtgren, who combines Lindemann's darkly erotic adult fairy tale with the corresponding atmospheric, hard industrial -Metal substructure supports. Till Lindemann and Peter Tägtgren in a not always entirely serious conversation about pill madness, bizarre fetishes and failed family planning.

The lyrics on 'Skills In Pills' are quite controversial and will definitely make headlines here and there. Will the record also be released in English-speaking countries and available there in a clean version?

Till: The record will be released worldwide. I don't know yet if some songs might need to be toned down. Maybe we need to change the word cunt to aunt. With Rammstein it's almost a kind of tradition that people are always indignant. I'm already used to it. This time it will certainly not be worse than with Rammstein.

With English-language texts throughout, this time there may even be worldwide scolding! Is it at least a little intentional to piss off the audience with such offensive lyrics?

Till: No, it just happens. The lyrics arise as they arise, not out of any need to stand out or piss off anyone. Even if I wanted to express it in a different way, it always only comes out the way people know it from me (laughs). I can't do anything about it. There's always a wink somewhere in my songs. If people don't understand the humor, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm not forcing anyone to buy the record.

Is it important to you today that your humor is understood?

Till: Until about ten years ago, it wasn't important to me that I was properly understood. It was important to me what people thought and how they perceived me. Today I'm more relaxed. Not to say: I don't care at all whether people understand me correctly.

Peter: If you don't understand the humor on this album, then you have a serious problem. Everything on this record can of course be understood with a grin. In my opinion there is a really brilliant artist behind it who can juggle words very well. There are also some serious songs like ‘Home Sweet Home’ which is about cancer. But the majority of them like ‘Cowboys’ or ‘Golden Shower’ are really not serious. Funny adult stories.

Can you identify 100 percent with the lyrics?

Peter: Absolutely. I think every man can do it. Maybe not necessarily complete with the lyrics of ‘Golden Shower’; Personal preferences tend to differ. But the rest has a really good sense of humor.

And maybe the transgender song 'Ladyboy' doesn't mean you?

Peter: I hope not!

Till: You have no idea...

Do you ever wonder what's going on in Till's head?

Peter: Sometimes, but if I'm honest, I don't really want to know. I see what he's singing about. Maybe some things shouldn't be said at all.

Till: It was such an intense time. Peter knows me extremely well now.

The album sounds like a lot of fun in the studio - like a real man's record.

Peter: Oh yes, I can only confirm that. We really had a good time while working on the songs.

How did the recordings go? You both are known as passionate party makers who like to have a blast!

Till: (laughs)

Peter: It wasn't that intense. Both of us can definitely handle a beer or two and a few whiskeys on top of that. Let's put it this way: first comes work, then comes pleasure. We can both be very disciplined when it counts. We share the attitude that you shouldn't waste time unnecessarily, but rather get things done as quickly as possible and then celebrate properly.

Which of you can tolerate more?

Peter: We haven't tried that yet, but we'll find out. We tried to drown our new record label. The result was that I was the first one down.

How would you describe Till? His strengths, his weaknesses?

Peter: A guy with a million ideas. So far I have always been the driving force in my projects - this time it was a very nice feeling that someone else took the reins. I think Till is more determined and ambitious than me. I think we complement each other quite well. We didn't have to fight each other in the studio to impose a certain opinion, but we could always agree on what was best for a song.

Till: Peter compensates for my weaknesses with his strengths. We are like plus and minus. And vice versa. But it works really, really well. Peter played all the instruments. All I had to do was finish my lyrics, travel up to his studio and sing everything. I would consider my use of words to be my greatest strength. Peter and I are the so-called perfect match.

What was the most difficult part of creating this album?

Peter: Everything except the lyrics and the music! The songs basically composed themselves. Then of course there is the ugly side, which no longer has anything to do with the music and is all about business. That's always the moment when it starts to get annoying. That was a real downer. Lindemann was originally planned as a purely leisure activity, as a kind of holiday hobby or perhaps as group therapy. We couldn't have known at the beginning that everything would degenerate like this and develop into a big thing. People caught wind of it and everything got bigger and bigger from then on. We are both artists, we prefer to have nothing to do with the business side.

Were there big discussions about the pieces?

Peter: Actually everything went pretty smoothly, but there were still some tracks that were pretty hard to crack and that neither of us were really happy with for a long time.

Till: Peter is this type of real metalhead who always has a guitar in his hands and is constantly strumming something to himself. Fortunately, he had no intention of including any solos in the songs. I hate solos. Right from the start he was really thundering on the guitar - I even had to rein him in a little at times. I'm more of a gothic person: atmospheric keyboards, slow bass and everything a little more atmospheric. Pianos, strings… Peter can arrange that very well too. Nevertheless, I sometimes had to cool down his metalhead spirit a little so that a song could develop in a relaxed manner.

No disagreements regarding content at Lindemann?

Peter: Few. Of course I have a different musical background than Till. But the more songs we wrote together, the easier it became. At some point something clicked and we understood what we wanted and how we needed to go about it.

Aren't you worried that your collaboration with Till will be held against you in tight-knit metal circles?

Peter: No, absolutely not. When you start making music young, you feel like you have to fight everyone and everything to prove yourself. Today I don't have to prove anything anymore, I just do what I want. If I get the idea to record a blues album, then I record a blues album. You should only listen to what you want to do yourself and not pay attention to what others might think or expect of you.

Till, did you ever feel like you had to prove yourself with Rammstein? Rammstein appeared so confident right from the start.

Till: Every young artist feels like they have to prove themselves. You're always under a certain amount of pressure to improve from time to time. Even today. We certainly exude a certain self-confidence. But this is not God-given, but is based on many different creative processes.

You recently explained in an interview that you would have liked to hide in the early days of Rammstein and found your role as frontman rather unpleasant. Seems like you've gotten used to being the center of attention.

Till: I'm actually not that concerned with being in the spotlight or the focus. With Lindemann I'm just fulfilling this agreement, which was filled with a lot of Jägermeister, to do a joint project with Peter at some point. Originally I just wanted to record a song and put it online. Peter said he would like to write a whole album together. Then we started working on the next track and after a short time we had five pieces finished. So we thought about an EP. But then we had so much fun that we worked on more pieces. It just bubbled out of us.

In your opinion, do you communicate different things in English today in a different way than you would in Rammstein or in German?

Till: I haven't thought about that yet.

Peter: For me it's easier to express myself in English than in Swedish. Even if I'm talking to a Swede! Sometimes you just use English terms because you can express things quicker and easier than in your native language.

Would you also sing these lyrics in German?

Till: No, definitely not. My message from the start was: If I ever started a side project, it would definitely not be in German. That would be too much competition and friction with Rammstein. Rammstein is Rammstein, Lindemann is in English and I feel extremely comfortable with that. At first I wasn't so sure whether I should actually do it because my English isn't very good and you can still hear the German in me.

Peter: I said from the beginning that I found his pronunciation very appropriate. The rawer and edgier, the better. It would sound very strange if Till Lindemann sang the lyrics in perfect, slurred American instead of his rolling pronunciation. That wouldn't be Till.

Instead of English, you learned Russian at school in the old GDR - would an album in Russian also be conceivable?

Till: It would definitely be a challenge. I probably couldn't do it off the cuff, but would need to brush up on some things and need someone to help me with the lyrics. But an album in Russian is conceivable. Maybe even very soon! It would also be worth considering making a record in many different languages such as French, Spanish, Italian etc. I speak a little Spanish. We've already done Spanish songs with Rammstein.

Your first attempts at non-German were with Rammstein. Have you already tested what it would sound like?

Till: The record company back then wanted us to do “Du hast” and “Engel” in English. Why we did ‘Pussy’ and ‘Amerika’ in English is a mystery to me today.

What did you discover about your artistic abilities while working on ‘Skills In Pills’?

Till: I was very surprised that everything worked out so well. Before our project, I listened to Richard's [Kruspe, Rammstein guitarist] album. We are both from the East. Richard fled before the Berlin Wall came down. We met in Berlin sometime after the fall of the Berlin Wall, before he moved to New York. Suddenly he spoke English fluently and also started making music in English. I really admired that. Above all, I admired his courage in taking this step. And it was a big step from a boy from a small town in East Germany to suddenly making English-language music in New York City. I was proud of him and wondered if I could do the same. But it was crystal clear to me that I would sing in German for the rest of my life. Because people like it. There were many voices who asked that Rammstein never sing anything in English.

People have always wondered about your texts, how much autobiography there is in them. This also applies to the new, sometimes quite revealing to coarse lyrics like 'Ladyboy', 'Golden Shower' or 'Fat'.

Till: A lot. I don't have anything more to say about it. I don't want to explain the lyrics too much.

Is writing a form of self-therapy for you?

Till: It's definitely a good thing. Sometimes it feels good to talk about certain things. Not always, but in certain situations. When someone very close to you dies, it can be very liberating to write about it. When you wrap it up in music as beautiful as Peter's, of course it's all the more beautiful.

What are the lyrics to the title track of ‘Skills In Pills’?

Peter: Of course it's about this society in which people pop a different pill for every occasion: one to sleep, one to stay awake, one for a headache, one to last longer. Pills, pills and more pills. At the same time, you condemn drugs, but you don't count all these pills, while they are almost as addictive and just as harmful. Of course, a headache pill isn't comparable to coke, heroin or marijuana, but at the end of the day they're just drugs.

What is your favorite pill?

Till: The blue one (laughs).

You've already caused a stir with your first outtake 'Praise Abort' - a single about the 'blessings of abortion'. You obviously like making enemies!

Peter: Definitely our families. But seriously: all people who feel offended by this text should get in line! But that's just the way it is: Some people don't really think about it before they start a family. You may have never heard of condoms or other forms of contraception, bang all day and end up sitting with a whole bunch of kids. Then the woman cheats and everything goes down the drain. You're kind of digging your own grave.

Till: Some people are really irresponsible with their children. They want children, but don't know how to raise them, how to teach them things and prepare them for life. And in the end there are only freaks running around outside, as you can often see.

#till lindemann #peter tägtgren #lindemann #rammstein #2015 #interview #translation #*scans #* #thanks to ramjohn for the scans!

[hwxnghyynjin]

Red Lipstick

Pairing: johnny suh x reader Genre: mafia!au, angst, suggestive Warnings: kidnapping, swearing, threats, slapping, minor character death, implied sexual violence, speeding (don't speed kids), use of weapons, implied sex (let me know if I missed anything) Words: 9,426

The smell of coffee hit your nose as you walked into the coffee shop, your heeled boots clicking against the ground. Your black cargo pants hugging your legs, tucking your black t-shirt into them. You walked to the counter, the young man behind it giving you a cheeky smile. You just rolled your eyes and gave your order, the man getting to it straight away. 

While waiting for your order, you reapplied your red lipstick to your plump lips. That was your signature trademark: you took that lipstick with you everywhere. Your boyfriend Johnny thought it was funny when you first started dating, but now he doesn’t care. He even nicknamed you ‘Red’ because of it, which you find funny, but accepted it anyway.

Your order was called and you grabbed your coffee, thanking the barista. Running your hand through your hair, you left the coffee shop, sipping on your vanilla latte. As you walked back to your car, you felt yourself being watched. You walked a bit further, waiting for Jaehyun to pull up, as he was picking you up. You suddenly heard footsteps behind you and you froze on the spot. You grabbed your knife from under your pant leg quickly, ready to hurt the person stalking you. You turned around and saw no one, when suddenly, you felt yourself being grabbed from behind, your legs kicking out. 

“Hey, get off me, you bastard”, you shouted, but the person grabbing you put a cloth over your mouth, and you felt yourself getting faint. Your eyes closed and you suddenly saw black. 

When you woke up, you found yourself in a room which looked like a basement. You looked around, trying to see if anyone was in there with you, and when you saw there was no one, you tried to get free. But, to no avail, your hands were tied tightly, feeling your wrists starting to bruise already. A sound of a door opening got your attention, a strange man coming into your view. You tried to look tough but, if you were being honest, you were terrified. 

“Well, well, well. Look who the cat dragged in. Mr Johnny Suh’s girlfriend”, the man said with a sickening smirk. “Let me go, you absolute freak”, you spat, making him chuckle darkly. “Oh darling, we’re not letting you go any time soon. Besides, Johnny has something of ours that we want back. In trade for that, we’ll return you”, he said and you just scoffed. “You really think he will give anything to you? Ha, you really are stupid”, you said, causing the man to frown. He lunged forward, standing in front of you, just staring. Suddenly, you felt a sting across your cheek. “Be cautious with your words, bitch. Cause if not, instead of going back to Johnny alive, you’ll be going in a fucking bodybag, got it?”, he said, gripping your chin, making you look up at him. 

You stared at him for a moment, a smirk on your face. You didn’t even think, and spat in his face. The man wiped his face, looking at you darkly. “You’re going to regret that, whore”, he said, and punched you square in the jaw, knocking you backwards. Your hands were suddenly free and you went to make a run for it, but the man was faster. You grabbed you, punching you in the stomach, knocking the air out of you. You coughed from the impact, and felt a knife on your throat. “Don’t tempt me, bitch”, he spat, digging the knife in your throat deeper, causing blood to trickle down. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you felt yourself becoming lightheaded. 

The man let go of you all of a sudden, and you hoped he wouldn’t touch you again. You hoped too soon as he grabbed the back of your head, slamming it against a table, knocking you out cold. 

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Johnny walked into his office, wiping a bloody knife with a cloth. He had finished interrogating someone from a rival gang, which didn’t end well for the other guy. Basically, it was a deal gone wrong for him, regarding money. He put his knife in his pocket, sitting in his office chair. 

“Don’t worry Johnny. We’ll get our money eventually”, Jaehyun said, walking into the office after Johnny. Jaehyun could see the distressed look on Johnny’s face, Johnny rubbing his temples. “I know, I’m just frustrated that the bastard lied straight to my face. He had what was coming to him”, Johnny said, Jaehyun nodding. 

“Also, have you heard back from y/n?”, Jaehyun asked the older boy, confusion evident in his voice. Johnny looked up when he heard the question, looking at the younger. “I haven’t, thinking about it. She was supposed to be back an hour ago. Let me call her”, he said, trying to keep his voice sounding calm. He rang your phone and it rang once. Twice. Three times. But no answer.

“Hey, get Taeil to track her phone, now”, Johnny said, getting up and leaving his office. Jaehyun looked confused but went to Taeil anyway. Johnny knew there was something wrong, as you always picked up straight away. 

Jaehyun ran to find Taeil, and he saw him on his computer. “Hey, Johnny said you need to track y/n’s phone. She’s not picking up”, Jaehyun said, out of breath from running. Taeil nodded and tracked your phone right away. 

“Oh shit”, Taeil said, causing Jaehyun to widen his eyes at what he saw on the computer. “We need to tell Johnny, now”, Jaehyun said, running to find Johnny. He bumped into Yuta and Mark on the way, the two stopping him. “Hey, man, what’s wrong? Wait, aren’t you supposed to be picking y/n up?”, Mark asked, a confused look on his face. Jaehyun realised that he was supposed to be picking you up, and guilt ran through him as if something bad had happened to you, it would be on him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, Jaehyun shouted, being too in the interrogation that he forgot to pick you up from the coffee shop. “We need to find Johnny. y/n has been kidnapped and it’s my fault as I was supposed to pick her up and I…”, his breathing got heavier, feeling himself starting to panic. “Hey, man, calm down, ok? It’s not your fault, you must have been too into the interrogation and that happens sometimes. Don’t beat yourself up. Besides, if something did happen to her, she’s a tough girl”, Yuta tried to reassure him, and he managed to calm Jaehyun down. 

The three of them found Johnny attacking a punching bag, taking his anger out on it. “Johnny!”, Jaehyun shouted, getting his attention. Johnny stopped attacking the punching bag, and looked at him. “We have a problem”, Jaehyun said, Johnny’s face dropping. 

“Please don’t tell me he’s got her”, Johnny said, snarling at the thought of his worst enemy. “Unfortunately, he does”, Jaehyun said, Yuta and Mark’s blood running cold at the thought of him. “Fucking Hyungsik. I’m gonna beat him to a pulp once I get my hands on him”, Johnny spat, storming out of the room and going to change his clothes. 

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When you woke up again, you found yourself lying on the floor. Your whole body was in pain, your core throbbing, but not for good reason. You felt dirty and disgusting, fearing what that dirty animal did to you. You tried not to let yourself cry, wanting to seem tough, but it was too much. You cried and cried, wanting this to be a nightmare. You screamed your heart out, screaming until your throat hurt. Your t-shirt was ripped, your pants halfway down your legs. You pulled them up gently, trying not to cause any more pain to you. You’re glad that your bra is still on, glad that you’re not too exposed. You sat up, your whole body shaking. 

Your sobbing had subsided, but tears still ran down your cheeks. You checked the camera on your phone, and saw the mess you were in: your makeup smudged, bruises and cuts all over your face, mascara running down your face. Suddenly, the ringing of your phone made you jump, until you saw the caller ID: Jaehyun. You answered it, your voice shaky. 

“J-jaehyun? Please save me, I’m scared and I hurt all over. The sick bastard has done things to me and I want to go home, please”, you were crying again at this point, your sobbing heard on the other end. “We’re coming for you, baby”, you heard Johnny shout, and you smiled hearing his voice. The sound of a door slamming open scared you, your breath hitching. “I gotta go, please hurry”, you pleaded, and you felt yourself being grabbed again, a loud scream leaving your mouth. 

Johnny heard your scream through the phone and he revved the car, going faster. “Johnny, be careful”, Yuta warned. “y/n is in trouble and if we don’t hurry, she’s going to fucking die”, Johnny spat, shutting Yuta up. He understands that he’s worried, but he also doesn't want Johnny to crash the car.

He pulled up outside the building you were in, and slammed the brakes on. “Yuta, Jungwoo, Mark, you go in through the front. Me, Jaehyun, Taeyong and Doyoung will go through the back. Taeil and Haechan, you stay in the car and try to hack into the surveillance system. Got it? Ok let’s go”, Johnny ordered, and everyone obeyed. Taeil got his laptop out and hacked his way into the surveillance system and turned the cameras off, Haechan helping him. Yuta, Jungwoo and Mark went through the front of the building, taking out anyone who came in their way. Johnny, Jaehyun, Taeyong and Doyoung did the same round the back of the building. 

You were tied up to a chair again, Hyungsik hitting you constantly. The sound of guns firing got your attention, a smile creeping onto your face, knowing you’re about to be saved. “Hey, don’t just stand there you fuckers. Got take them out”, Hyungsik spat to his men, them running out of the basement. Now it was just you and Hyungsik alone in the basement. 

Hyungsik stared at you, more specifically your breasts, and licked his lips. “Well sweetheart. Since it’s just us, why don’t we have some fun?”, he smirked and you gagged, feeling disgusted. He walked over to you and straddled you, the smell of whisky evident in his breath. You struggled against him, trying to get him off you. What Hyungsik didn’t know was that you found a little knife before he grabbed you, using the knife to cut through the rope that was binding your hands together. 

“Get off me, you sick fuck”, you spat, headbutting him in the face, hearing a crack from his nose. Blood started pooling from his nose, him groaning. “You broke my nose, you stupid slut”, he yelled and he went to grab your legs but luckily, you cut your hands free, using the knife to slice across his face, making him yell from pain. You kicked him in the crotch, running to the door. Unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough and Hyungsik grabbed your legs, pulling you towards him. You screamed bloody murder, your screams mixing in with the sound of bullets being fired. Men yelling outside, the sounds getting closer. Hyungsik pinned you to the floor, before putting his hands around your throat. He gripped your neck, you struggled against him. You hit his arms, trying to get him to release you. You felt yourself losing consciousness, your movements getting slower. 

Suddenly, the door to the basement slammed open, Johnny running in, aiming a gun at Hyungsik. “It’s over for you, Hyungsik”, Johnny spat, Hyungsik smirking. “Well, I don’t know about that. Though, I’m sure it is for your girlfriend”, he said, and Johnny saw you lying there, motionless. Johnny yelled and ran towards him, knocking Hyungsik off you, knocking him to the ground. He punched him in the face numerous times, blood going everywhere from the punches. Johnny grabbed Hyungsik’s head, knocking it into the ground a couple of times, hearing a crack. He let go of his head and grabbed his gun, aiming it at his forehead. 

“Any last words before you die, you sick fuck?”, Johnny said and Hyungsik smirked. “Yes. Your whore of a girlfriend is so tight”, he smirked, and Johnny lost it. He screamed bloody murder and pulled the trigger. One. Two. Three. Four. Four bullets into Hyungsik’s head. Blood started surrounding his lifeless body, his face unrecognisable from Johnny beating him to a pulp. Johnny got off of him and ran to you and checked your pulse: nothing. 

“Fuck! Help!”, Johnny yelled to the others, Taeyong and Doyoung running in, Jaehyun following behind. Jaehyun saw your motionless body, guilt running through him. If only he had picked you up, none of this would have happened. Johnny picked up your body, running to the door. He saw Jaehyun’s face and glared at him. “Don’t”, Johnny warned, Jaehyun confused as to what that meant but followed him outside, Taeyong and Doyoung following. 

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It’s been 5 long, painful days for Johnny as you were still unconscious. You had lost a lot of blood, so they had to do a blood transfusion (thankfully, they found your sister and she agreed to it, as she’s type O and they got lucky. Your sister said she would do anything to keep you safe, so she didn’t hesitate to agree). 

When they arrived at their base, they took you to the medical room and they made sure you got the right treatment to keep you safe. Now, they’re just waiting for you to wake up. If you wake up.

Johnny sat by your bed, holding your hand. He was looking down, his tears threatening to spill. “Baby, you need to wake up, please. We made a pact, remember? If one of us goes out, the other goes out with them. So, if you don;t fucking wake up, I’m going with you. I love you too much for you to give up on me, Red. You need to wake up”, Johnny was crying at this point, not caring if people see or hear him. He was shaking in his seat, terrified of losing you, the love of his life. 

The two of you met 2 years ago. You were in a bar, and some random drunkard tried flirting with you, but you wanted him to leave you alone. Johnny saw you from across the room, seeing how uncomfortable you were. He had his eyes on you the whole night, taking a liking to you. He saw the drunk man tried touching you up, and that’s when he made his move. He saved you from getting assaulted, and you thanked him. You spent the rest of the night by his side, and he took you home, the night filled with laughter and little kisses, which turned into soft, passionate love, something which was the total opposite of his appearance. 

After that night, you were surprised to see him the morning after, making you breakfast. That night soon turned into something special, the both of you getting closer and he asked you out a couple of weeks after. You were hesitant at first, due to having a couple of bad breakups in your past. But you soon agreed, wanting to give it a go. You were both inseparable. You didn’t know about Johnny being a mafia leader until a month into your relationship, as he showed up to your house, covered in blood. Johnny thought you would be scared off when he told you, but it was the total opposite. You were so engrossed in his work, wanting to find out more about it. 

You met his members after that, and they were wary at first, as Johnny had a few bad relationships in the past. But you proved to them that you were a good person. Out of all of them (apart from Johnny), you were the closest to Jaehyun and he became like your brother. He taught you how to fight and how to defend yourself. 

There was a knock on the door, and Johnny’s head turned to look who was there. Jaehyun was at the door, and he looked like someone had just kicked a puppy. “Hey, talk”, Johnny managed to speak out, his crying now turned into little sniffles. Jaehyun walked in and sat at the other end of your bed, his leg bouncing up and down. 

Jaehyun took a deep breath before talking. “If only I had remembered to pick her up, none of this would have happened, you know? I’m so fucking stupid”, Jaehyun sobbed out, still feeling guilty about what happened. Johnny sighed and cleared his throat. “Hey, look at me”, he obeyed and Jaehyun looked at him through his tears. “What happened is NOT your fault, ok? So don’t even think that. Stop doubting yourself for a small mistake”, Johnny told him, and Jaehyun felt better, hearing it from Johnny made him feel less guilty.

Johnny and Jaehyun were talking when suddenly, the sound of the machine you were hooked on started beeping. The beeping was going mad, they shouted for help. Taeyong ran in and gave you more morphine, hoping it would help. It seemed to do the trick as the beeping slowed down. They thought everything was ok, so Taeyong walked out again. Until the three of them stopped at the sound of someone’s voice.

“Hello?”, the voice came from you. Johnny placed his hand on your shoulder and you thrashed around. “No, please, don’t touch me”, you screamed and Johnny and Jaehyun had to both pin you down gently, Taeyong holding your legs. 

“Baby, it’s me, look”, Johnny said, making you look at him. “Johnny? Jaehyun? Taeyong?”, you asked, looking at the three of them. You started crying, finally feeling safe as you threw yourself in Johnny’s arms, wincing but not giving a care in the world, just glad to be in his arms again. Jaehyun and Taeyong looked at each other, silently agreeing to give the both of you space. 

You both pulled away from each other, Johnny admiring your face. The cuts and bruises have started healing, the colour in your skin returning to you. He grabbed the sides of your face gently, and brought you into a passionate kiss. He poured all of his emotions into the kiss, kissing you like it’s the last time. You softly moaned into the kiss, tugging onto his hair gently. He pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. You smiled through your tears, glad to be alive and safe. 

“You scared the shit out of me, Red. Don’t ever do that to me again”, Johnny warned, but you knew he said that out of worry. You kissed his cheek softly and cuddled into his side. “Oh, I think you’re forgetting this”, Johnny spoke up, handing you your red lipstick. You laughed and thanked you, happy you still have it. You never go anywhere without your red lipstick. 

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Over the next couple of nights, you woke up in a cold sweat, your body shaking in fear. Nightmares clouded your thoughts, always putting you in a cold sweat. Johnny calms you down whenever you wake up, tears streaming down your face. He always managed to stop you from shaking, kissing your tears away, stroking your hair, and you both fell into dreamland again, cuddling into his side. No nightmares, just happy thoughts. 

Though, this particular night was different. You felt trapped, just black clouding your mind. Hyungsik’s voice kept ringing in your head, his sickening smirk burned into you. You screamed for you to wake up, calling out to Johnny for help. Nothing seemed to work as you laid there, sweat soaking you from head to toe, your body shaking in your bed. 

You soon felt yourself running, your feet hurting. You ran and ran, trying to get away from something, more like someone, chasing you. The thing grabbed you, pushing you to the ground. Before they could do anything to you, you woke up, screaming at the top of your lungs. You fell off your bed with a thud, your breathing getting heavier, tears blurring your vision. 

Johnny heard you scream, running into your shared bedroom. He saw you on the floor, your entire body shaking. He ran towards you, holding you in his grasp. “Sshh, baby, I’m here. You’re safe, no one is going to get you”, he tried calming you down, but your breathing was still erratic. You struggled to breathe, feeling lightheaded. Johnny knew what was happening so he turned you around, making you face him. “Honey, I want you to copy me, ok? Just try and copy my breathing”, he instructed and breathed in and out, hoping you would follow. You followed his breathing, trying to calm down. 

After about 10 minutes, your breathing had gone back to normal and your body had stopped shaking. You just laid in Johnny’s arms, feeling exhausted. He picked you up and laid you down on the bed. He went to leave, but you grabbed his wrist. “Please don’t leave me”, you pleaded, fear in your voice. Johnny looked at you with soft eyes, leaning down to kiss your forehead. '`Do you want to sit with me while I do some work?”, he asked softly, you nodding immediately. He picked you up bridal style, and brought you into the living room where he was doing work on his laptop. 

You noticed Jaehyun sitting on the couch too, smiling at him. He smiled back and you snuggled into Johnny’s chest as he sat down. Johnny and Jaehyun were softly talking, trying not to disturb you, when Johnny’s phone suddenly rang, your eyes shooting open at the sound. Johnny picked his phone up straight away, putting the device up to his ear. 

“Hello? Yeah, that’s ok. Wait, really? How? That’s- wow, that’s great! Ha, we can celebrate. Ok, thanks man”, he said and hung up, a smile on his face. “Why are you so happy, what’s the good news?”, Jaehyun asked, confused at the sudden smile on Johnny’s face. “That was Taeyong. We got our money back”, he said, smiling. Jaehyun cheered, accidentally a bit too loud, as you whined at the noise. “That’s great news, babe”, you said softly, placing a kiss on his chest. Johnny stroked your hair and you soon fell asleep, the sound of Johnny’s heartbeat lulling you to sleep. 

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When you woke up, you found yourself back in your bed, your body covered by the sheets. But, you woke up alone. Rubbing your eyes, you got out of bed, putting your dressing gown on and headed downstairs. The smell of bacon hitting your senses, you walked into the kitchen and saw Johnny making breakfast. Johnny turned around at the sound of footsteps, his eyes finding you, and the sight in front of him made his heart warm: your hair messy, your sleepy face, a pout on it. He thought you looked so cute, he wanted to pick you up and tackle you in hugs, but he also didn’t want to burn the house down. “Morning, darling”, Johnny said, plating up plates with bacon, eggs and some toast. You sat down at the table, sleepily eating your breakfast. 

Johnny chomped on a piece of bacon, scrolling through his phone, when he came across something. His eyes widened as he read the headline.

Mafia leader Hyungsik dead, causes uproar as his brother goes on a killing spree, murdering innocent civilians

“Well, shit”, Johnny said, your sleepy self now fully awake. “W-what’s wrong?”, you asked, now you have finished your breakfast. “After what happened with Hyungsik, his brother found out and now he’s gone full on psycho, going on a killing spree. I’m sure his stupid ‘minions’ went straight to Hyungsik’s base after the whole commotion. Fuck!”, Johnny suddenly shouted and instead of flinching at the sudden shout, you felt yourself getting angry too. Yes, you’re glad that Hyungsik is dead but you heard about his brother. His brother made Hyungsik seem soft. “Want to go fuck shit up?”, you said, making Johnny widen his eyes. “Honey, are you sure you’re up for it?”, he asked, worried that you might get hurt again. 

“I’ll be ok. If anything happens, I’ll shout”, you said and got up to put your plate in the sink, and went to get dressed. Johnny just smiled and put his plate in the sink, following after you. You walked into the bedroom, took your dressing gown off and hung it up. You stripped yourself, your naked body now exposed. Johnny walked in as soon as you were fully naked, seeing the faint cuts and bruises all over you. He came up behind you and kissed the area between your shoulder blades, wrapping his arms around your waist. You turned around in his arms, placing a small kiss on his lips. 

“I’m so glad that you’re alive”, Johnny said, his voice soft and gentle. He stared into your eyes, noticing a glimmer in them. You smiled softly up at him, kissing his cheek. “I’m glad that I’m alive too. I’m also glad that the bastard is dead. Now, let’s stop dilly dallying and get ready. I want to kill people”, you said, a hint of humour in your voice. Johnny chuckled at the last two sentences and let go of you, letting you get dressed. 

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You tied the laces of your boots, and stood up. Johnny handed a knife and a gun, putting the gun under your pant leg, and the gun under the other pant leg. You put your leather jacket on, and you both went downstairs, ready to leave. A black van suddenly pulled up, the door opening and revealing Taeyong. “You guys ready?”, he asked, the both of you nodding. You got into the van, and Taeil drove away once the door was closed. 

“You remember what to do when we get there?”, Johnny asked you, making sure you remember. “Yup. Go in with you, Jaehyun, Yuta and Taeyong, and if something happens, give you a shout”, you said, Johnny smiling. “Good girl. Now, let’s go”, Johnny said as soon as Taeil pulled up, all of you getting out and heading in through the back of the building. You went with Johnny, Jaehyun, Yuta and Taeyong while the others went a different way. 

You knew you were getting close as you suddenly heard yelling. “Talk, bitch”, the sound of the voice made your blood boil. Hyungsik’s brother, known as Seonjun, was torturing an innocent civilian, making you angry. You went to run in the room when a hand stopped you, turning around and seeing Jaehyun. He mouthed ‘wait’ and you did. Suddenly, a gunshot went off and all of your heads turned towards where the sound came from. “Seonjun, you absolute piece of shit”, Johnny whispered, making sure he didn't hear them. Blood started pooling out from under the door, the poor individual’s body dropping to the floor with a loud thud. 

A loud yell and a slam was heard, the yell coming from Haechan, alerting everyone. Seonjun’s voice boomed through the building, making you jump. “What the fuck?”, he yelled, and you, without thinking, bursted into the room, aiming your gun at him. “y/n!”, Johnny yelled, and they all ran into the room after you, seeing you pointing your gun at Seonjun. 

“Hello there, you pretty thing”, Seonjun said, making you gag. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that, you freak”, Johnny spat, standing behind you. The rest of the guys ran in, Haechan coming in last. His nose was bleeding, using his hand to wipe away the blood. 

“Well, well. Looks like the whole gang's here”, Seonjun smirked, and he grabbed another innocent civilian, putting a knife against their throat. “Seonjun, why are you doing this?”, Johnny asked, a hint of anger in his voice. Seonjun scoffed and chuckled darkly. “Why am I doing this? Well, let me tell you. My brother is fucking dead. Because YOU murdered him. I’m going to make you pay for that. Starting with your girlfriend”, he laughed and suddenly, the knife on the civilian's throat sliced the skin open, blood dripping down their neck. Seonjun dropped the body to the floor and suddenly grabbed your arm, but when he reached for you, you grabbed your knife and stabbed him in the arm. Seonjun screamed and then hit you across the face. That caused an outrage and Johnny suddenly shot one of Seonjun’s men and everyone started shooting. 

Dead bodies were on the floor, only a couple of Seonjun’s men were left. Some of the members were injured, but they were only minor injuries. You fought against Seonjun, remembering the tactics Jaehyun taught you. You dodged Seonjun’s punches, kicking him in the stomach. As Seonjun was about to grab you, you flipped and swung your legs around his neck, bringing him to the ground. As you were trapping him on the ground, you failed to notice Seonjun grabbing his gun, aiming it at Johnny. You noticed too late, Seonjun pulling the trigger, hitting Johnny in the chest. 

“NO!”, you screamed, getting off Seonjun and getting on top of him, fighting against him. Something clicked inside of you and you went mental, hitting and punching him. You noticed a crowbar beside you, and you grabbed it. The others saw you and they tried to stop you, but it was no use. You lifted the crowbar, and started hitting Seonjun over the head. Blow after blow, you didn’t stop until you were sure he was dead. Blood splashing you in the face, you dropped the crowbar, getting off of Seonjun’s lifeless body. To make sure he was actually dead, you grabbed a gun and pulled the trigger, hitting him several times in the chest, screaming at the top of your lungs. 

You dropped the gun and ran towards Johnny, blood gushing out of his chest. “Johnny, baby, stay with me, please”, you cried, putting pressure on his wound, making Johnny cry of pain. You looked around and saw his members standing there, frozen. “What are you just standing there for? HELP ME!”, you screamed, the others came to their senses and ran towards Johnny, Jaehyun pulling you off him so Taeyong and Yuta could lift him. You thrashed against Jaehyun, kicking your feet out, crying your heart out. You suddenly felt yourself growing tired, falling into Jaehyun. He picked you up and took one last glance at Seonjun, his body just lying there, motionless. He scoffed and left, holding you in his arms as he followed the others to the van. 

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You sat by Johnny’s bed, his body motionless. You held his hand, gripping it tightly. You haven’t stopped crying, your body growing exhausted from the amount of crying you’ve done. “Johnny, you need to wake up soon, ok? Please, don’t give up on me. I didn’t give up on you, so don’t you dare leave me”, you said through your tears. It’s been a couple of hours since he got shot and thankfully, they patched him up just in time. He only lost a bit of blood, but you’re still worried about him. 

A hand moving got your attention, noticing Johnny’s eyes opening. “Oh my god, you’re awake”, you said, smiling, the taste of salty tears on your lips. Johnny sat up, wincing, but managed to sit up successfully without help. “Hey, baby”, Johnny smiled at you, the feeling of your lips on his forehead. “He’s awake!”, you yelled to no one in particular, Jaehyun and Taeyong running in, seeing their leader awake. You hugged Johnny, crying tears of happiness. He hugged you back, not caring about the pain in his chest. 

“By the way, what happened to Seonjun?”, Johnny asked, Jaehyun and Taeyong looking at you. “Your girlfriend literally beat him to death”, Taeyong said, Johnny looking at you with wide eyes. You looked down at your knuckles, all bruised and bloody. Johnny lifted your chin with his finger, using his thumb to wipe the lipstick smudge at the corner of your red lips. 

“Guess we don’t need to worry about him anymore”, Johnny smiled softly, you nodding your head. After beating Seonjun up, you felt….. different. You felt like a different person and to be honest, you don’t like it. You felt like a murderer and Johnny could sense there was something off by your facial expression. “Red, look at me”, Johnny instructed, and you did. Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill. Johnny wiped the tears away from your eyes, stroking your cheek. 

“What you did, don’t feel guilty, ok? He was a disgusting individual and he got what was coming to him”, he said, trying to reassure you. You sighed and nodded your head, sitting back in the chair. 

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A few days had passed since Johnny got shot, and he seemed to be doing better. He sat at the edge of the bed, looking at his bare chest in the mirror. He ran his fingers over the area where he was shot, and he just smiled. “You’re a warrior, you know?”, you leaned against the door frame of your bedroom, admiring Johnny. He just chuckled at you, patting the bed next to him. 

“Well, I guess we’re both warriors”, he smiled at you as you sat next to him. You ran your hand over his shoulder, up to his face and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Johnny gripped the hem of your t-shirt, lifting it up and over your head. He laid you down softly, your back hitting the sheets. 

Sounds of pleasure escaped your mouths, your skin hot to Johnny’s touch. The night was filled with soft, passionate love making. Your hands gripped his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades. You soon fell asleep in his arms, your head buried into his chest, soft snores leaving the both of you. 

The sound of a door banging woke you up from your slumber, noticing the sun peeking in through the curtains. The clock read 7am, making you confused at who the fuck would be at your door at this hour of the morning. You put Johnny’s shirt over your bare chest, the shirt covering your panties. You tiptoed down the stairs, being on edge. You peeped through the peephole, seeing an unusual man standing at the door. You hesitated before opening the door slowly. You stared at the man as he turned around, when suddenly…

Bang

The sound of a gun going off woke Johnny up, and he sat up immediately. He saw your side of the bed empty and got off the bed. He didn’t bother putting a shirt on and ran down the stairs in his boxers, thinking the worst. He stood by the front door, seeing the scene in front of him: you were standing there, blood splatters on your face and Johnny’s shirt, the dead body of a man lying on the doorstep. Both yours and Johnny’s eyes set on the culprit: Jaehyun. “Jaehyun? What are you doing here? And what the fuck happened?”, Johnny asked, holding you in his arms while you wiped the blood off your face.

“Well, I couldn’t really sleep so I decided to go for a drive. I saw a strange looking van and thought I should follow it, and that’s when I saw the van pull up outside your house. I stayed hidden while I saw him get out of his van, and I noticed a gun in his hand. That’s when I quietly got out of the car, and here we are”, Jaehyun explained. “Do you know who this guy is?”Johnny asked and you bent down to identify the body. You turned him around and that’s when you fell backwards out of shock.

“What? Do you know him?”, Jaehyun asked and you looked up at him. “This is the guy that served me my coffee the day I got kidnapped”, you said, your breathing starting to get heavy. Johnny brought you into his arms and calmed you down. If people like him were everywhere, you knew that you’re not safe. 

“What do we do? If they’re everywhere, we’re not safe”, you said, looking at both of them. “Jaehyun, you take his body and dump it somewhere. Honey, come with me”, Johnny said and held your hand, leading you somewhere. Jaehyun picked up the guy’s dead body, and put it in the boot of his car, before driving off. 

Johnny sat you down on the couch in the living room, putting his hands on your knees. He looked you in the eyes, and you didn’t recognise the emotion in them. “You trust me, right?”, Johnny asked and you were confused. “Of course I do. Johnny, what are you thinking?”, you asked, afraid of what he was thinking. Johnny sighed and hesitated before speaking. “What I need you to do is this: run away. Run as far from here as possible. Make sure you leave no trace where they can’t find you. We’ll find each other again, I promise”, he said and you were shocked. He really thinks you’re just going to leave him? After everything you’ve been through?

“No, absolutely not. We’re in this together, don’t tell me you forgot about the pact we made? One of us dies, the other goes too? Well, it’s also about us sticking together, no matter what the fuck happens, ok? So, no. I’m staying here”, you stood your ground, not wanting to leave him. Johnny stood up, tugging his hair. “Baby, I’m doing this to protect us all, and we’ll find each other again. Whether that’s tomorrow, next week or next month. I fucking love you and there’s absolutely no way I’m leaving you, so don’t think that. Now, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you: I want you to run far from here”, he said, you just sitting there, taking his words in. 

Johnny had a point and he didn’t want any of his members to get hurt, and you felt selfish for refusing, just thinking about the two of you. You stood up and stared him dead in the eye. “Tell me what I need to do”, you said and Johnny sighed out of relief, thankful that you listened to him. “Ok so, pack a bag of clothes and a gun, just in case. Don’t take your phone, they’ll be able to track you otherwise”, Johnny said, and hearing him tell you not to take your phone made your eyes widen.

“B-but, how will I contact you and the guys?”, you asked, scared that you won’t be able to contact him without it. “Don’t worry honey. We’ll find each other. We always do, don’t we?”, he said and kissed your forehead, pushing you towards the stairs to get ready. 

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You grabbed your duffel bag, leaving the house. You turned around and took one last look at Johnny, the last look you’ll give him for god knows how long. Your sister was sitting in the car, waiting for you to get in. You dropped your duffel bag, ran to Johnny and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Johnny tasted his tears through the kiss, the saltiness mixing in with the saliva as you pulled away. You were both crying, leaving each other for a while but it was for the best. “I love you”, you said to Johnny, walking to your sister's car. “I love you too, Red”, Johnny said, the nickname he gave you slipping off his tongue. You got in the passenger seat, hugging your sister. 

You told your sister to drive to the airport, and you waved to Johnny, seeing him wave back. You thought it would be best to leave the country, your sister going with you. “You got everything?”, you asked your sister, looking at her while she focused on the road. “Yeah, I even left my phone at home. My poor phone”, she said dramatically, making you laugh. She was always dramatic during situations like these, but she only did that to make you laugh, something she’s done since you were younger. 

You both arrived at the airport, getting your stuff out the boot and walking towards the terminal. You both went through the terminal and then headed towards where your plane is, walking along the bridge side by side. “You ok?”, your sister asked, sensing your uneasiness. “Yeah, just thinking. What if they end up finding us?”, you said, worry in your voice. “Hey, whatever happens, just know that we have each other”, she reassured you and you smiled, walking onto the plane. The steward showed you your seats and you both sat down, getting ready to be in for a long journey.

The plane took off and you both held hands, smiling at each other. You then linked your pinkies together and, at the same time, whispered out ‘together’, which is your way of saying, ‘through thick and thin, I’ll stay by your side, no matter what’. 

After a long 11 and a half hours, you had finally landed in London. You got your stuff and walked off the plane, your sister following behind you. You walked through the terminal, and then you left the airport. You called for a taxi and the both of you got in, telling the driver to take you to the nearest hotel. 

The driver pulled up outside the hotel, putting the brakes on. You thanked the driver and went to pay, but realised you had no money. “Shit, I have no money”, you said to your sister, her eyes widening. “Don’t worry ladies. It’s ok”, the driver suddenly said, shocking the both of you. You thanked the driver and got out, grabbing your bags and heading into the hotel. You went to the front desk and asked for a room. “I already have a room for you ladies, here’s your key. Don’t worry, it’s already paid for”, the lady said, handing you your keycard. You were confused as to who could have done that. The only people who know you’re out of the country are the guys but, how did they know the exact hotel to pay for?

You decided to let it go and grabbed the keycard and went to your room. You used the keycard to unlock your room, and went inside. You saw two king size beds, a flatscreen tv and a bar. You didn’t care who paid for the room, since you were in love. 

Your sister threw herself on one of the beds, which made you laugh. You did the same, and felt like you were on cloud nine. Being in an expensive hotel room, a bar full of wine and staying with your sister was your ideal heaven. If only Johnny was here. You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling the jetlag getting to you. 

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It’s been about 3 months since you left Seoul, and you were sitting on the edge of your bed, applying your red lipstick to your lips. “Wow, you look nice”, your sister said, admiring the black dress you were wearing. You smiled at the compliment and put your heels on, grabbing your purse. “You sure you don’t want to come out with me?”, you asked, watching your sister use a towel to run through her wet hair. “I’m sure. I’ll probably have an early night. I’m tired”, your sister yawned, you cooed at your younger sister. “Well, see you when I get back”, you said, and placed a kiss on the top of her head, waving her goodbye as you left the room. 

You left the hotel, heading to a bar, your purse swinging with every step you take. You were admiring the building around you, not looking where you were going when suddenly, you knocked into someone. Your purse fell on the floor, everything falling out of it. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry”, you said, bending down to pick everything up. “It’s alright, honey”, the familiar voice rang in your ears, making you look up. After 3 whole months, the man you love with your whole life is standing in front of you.

“Oh my god, Johnny”, you yelled, not caring if people stare at you, as you stood up and threw yourself in his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks. “I missed you so fucking much, oh my god. Is this real? Holy shit”, you rambled on, Johnny’s laughter ringing in your ears. You pulled away from the hug and inspected him. His black hair was now a light brown, and his hair was longer. Your appearance had changed too: your hair, which was down your back, was now just above your shoulders, and dyed brown. “Where are the others?”, you asked. “Oh, we actually found an empty building and decided to use that as our new base. The others are there now”, Johnny said, and you still couldn’t believe he was standing in front of you. 

You just couldn’t help but stare at Johnny. You were so used to seeing him wearing shirts and dress pants, so seeing him wearing tight clothes just…. did something to you. His muscles were exposed by the white t-shirt he was wearing, accompanied by a pair of ripped jeans which made his legs look longer, and his favourite pair of black boots. 

Johnny smirked as he saw you staring, more specifically at his muscles, and his laughter brought you out of your trance. “Love, you’re staring again”, he said and you blushed. You may have a habit of staring at Johnny whenever his muscles were exposed and even though he didn’t say anything about it, he chuckled to himself whenever he noticed. 

“Oh, you gotta come see our hotel room. It’s so fancy, there’s a wine bar and a flatscreen tv. We felt so expensive just being in there”, you said and Johnny chuckled, following you back to the hotel. Just as you got a couple of feet from the hotel, a massive explosion blasted you backwards, your back hitting the ground with a thud. “y/n!”Johnny ran towards you, helping you up. You saw the whole hotel on fire, a hole in the building. “No, my sister is in there. MINA!”, you shouted, trying to run towards the hotel, but Johnny stopped you. “LET ME GO”, you cried out, struggling against him.

“I know she’s your sister, but you can’t go in there. You’ll get yourself hurt. Let me go”, Johnny said, and ran into the burning building, leaving you there by yourself. You stood there for a few minutes and without thinking, you ran after Johnny, not caring if people called for you to not go in there. 

The flames burned against your bare arms, the fumes stinging your eyes. The sound of broken glass getting crushed under your shoes, along with other pieces of debris from the building. You headed straight to the stairs and ran up them, careful not to trip. You managed to reach the floor you were staying on, pushing pieces of debris out of the way. Smoke clouded your vision, making it hard to see or breathe. The sound of people screaming for help and out of pain were heard from all directions, the sound bringing tears to your eyes. 

Through the fire and smoke, you saw someone carrying a person. The silhouette came closer and you realised it was Johnny carrying your sister. The feeling of hope inside you soon turned to dread as you realised, Mina wasn’t moving. Johnny saw you and he ran towards you, firefighters moving behind you.

“Miss, you shouldn’t be here. As for you young man, come on”, the firefighters guided you downstairs, making sure you were out safely. You left the burning building and coughed your lungs up, feeling smoke getting into your lungs. You were guided to an ambulance, a paramedic putting an oxygen mask over your mouth. You breathed in the oxygen, soon feeling better.

You saw Johnny placing your sister on a stretcher, another paramedic doing CPR. The paramedic did it for a couple of minutes when you soon saw him shake his head, and stepped backwards. You screamed, tears spilling out of your eyes. Your sister was the only family you had left, and now she’s gone. You took the oxygen mask of you, and ran towards her, her pale face covered in burn marks and cuts. You fell to your knees, holding your hand. “No, please. You’re not supposed to leave me so soon. Wake up”, you cried, Johnny putting a hand on your shoulder, everyone looking at you crying. “WAKE UP”, you screamed, startling some people from how loud your voice was. 

You stood up and watched the paramedics take your sister's lifeless body away, putting her in the back of the ambulance. You felt your blood boil, wanting to kill whoever did this. Johnny held your hand and took you to his car, clutching your purse in your hand. 

Johnny sped to the base, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his fingers going white. You had a face like thunder, feeling so angry at the fact that your sister was killed, no, murdered. Johnny arrived at the base, you looking at how big it was. Johnny slammed the brakes on, turning the ignition off. You took your seatbelt off, got out the car and slammed the door behind you, storming into the building. 

You opened the door, walked in, and saw Jaehyun. “y/n?”, he said, and you walked up to him, hugging him tightly. He hugged you back, and you cried. Out of anger, sadness, tiredness and just because you’re so done with everything. Jaehyun rubbed your back and Johnny walked in, seeing the two of you. “What the fuck happened?”, Jaehyun asked, seeing the state the both of you were in. 

“The hotel y/n and her sister were staying in? Some fucker thought it would be funny and blow it up. And now Mina is dead”, Johnny said, voice full of anger and frustration. “Shit”, Jaehyun said, pulling you in tighter. You pulled out of the hug and straightened your dress. You wiped down your dress, getting rid of any dust and smoke that went on it. 

Johnny showed you to where your room was, and you stripped yourself down, your bare body feeling the sudden cold. You walked into the ensuite bathroom and decided to get a shower. 

The warm water ran down your back, the water relaxing your muscles. Your tears suddenly got mixed in with the water, sobs leaving you. You felt someone behind you, engulfed you in his arms. Johnny turned you around, burying your face in his chest, running his hand through your wet hair. 

You pulled away from Johnny and held his cheek, bringing his face down to you, and attached your lips to his. The taste of your salty tears mixed in with the water, the kiss deepening. Johnny pushed you up against the wall gently, holding your hips. You moaned softly into the kiss, his mouth swallowing it up. He stuck his tongue in your mouth, making you gasp. You pulled away, stopping before the kiss escalated. 

You both washed each other's hair and body, and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your bodies. You finally felt clean, no longer covered in dirt and ash. You left the bathroom and got dried and dressed, flopping down on the comfy bed. Johnny got into bed after you and pulled you into him, putting your head on his chest. The sound of his breathing lulled you to sleep, falling into dreamland.

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It was the day of Mina’s funeral, and you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your bold red lip stood out from the natural eye makeup you had on. You slipped on your black jacket over your dress, smoothing the material down. You put on your boots, and walked out the bedroom. You stood there for a moment, trying to keep your tears in. Johnny walked up to you and held his hand out, a sombre expression painting his face. 

You held his hand and you left the building, heading towards Johnny’s car. Johnny started the car and drove away, following the hearse in front of him. He drove with one hand and held yours with his other, putting it to his lips and kissing it every now and then. 

You arrived at where the funeral was taking place, and you got out of the car. You and Johnny looked at each other for a moment before you walked forward, hand in hand, towards the building. 

The entirety of the funeral was full of crying. It was just you and the guys at the funeral, along with the vicar. It was now time to bury her body, all of you standing round the coffin. You all said a little something before the coffin was lowered into the ground. You looked up and suddenly saw someone walking away, and you let go of Johnny’s hand. “I’ll be right back”, you said through sniffles, and Johnny watched you as you walked away, going towards the figure in all black. 

You caught up with the figure, calling out to them. “Hey, what are you doing?”, you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. The figure just stood there, not moving a muscle. “Hey, asshole, I’m talking to you”, you shouted and it got the attention of the others. They all turned their heads and saw you trying to get the attention of a mysterious individual.

The person suddenly turned around, showing their face. They had a scar across their face, going from the corner of their right eye down to the corner of the left side of their mouth. The man in front of you gave you a sickening grin, taking a gun out of his pocket, aiming it at you. You didn’t even flinch when the gun pointed at you, your eyes just staring at the man. You had no facial expression, you just stood there, emotionless. The guys saw the gun and went to help but you turned to look at them.

“Please don’t get involved, ok? I want you guys to stay there and let me handle this”, you said, sounding rather calm, which scared the others, especially Johnny. They’re not used to seeing you like this, so it frightened them to the core. 

You walked slowly towards the man, taking the gun off him gently. The fact that you were being so calm right now made the man confused, wanting him for you to be scared and scream out. You held the gun and aimed it at the man. 

“How many?”, you asked, your voice sounding calm, which was the total opposite of the rage you were currently feeling. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, darling. You need to be specific”, the man said, smirking at you. “How many of you are left?”, you asked again, being more specific this time. “I don’t know”, the man just replied, shrugging his shoulders. But you didn’t like that.

“HOW MANY ARE THERE?!”, you suddenly shouted, startling everyone around you. The man jumped backwards, fearing you all of a sudden. “It’s just me. I’m the only one left”, the man said quickly, hoping you would believe him. “I swear, I’m the only one left. I’m not lying”, he added on quickly, your face still emotionless.

You looked down at the ground, lowering the gun. The man sighed out of relief, thinking he’s now safe. You suddenly looked up again and stared at him for a few seconds. “Good”, that’s all you said before you pulled the trigger, shooting him right in the head. His body hit the ground with a thud, you dropping the gun to the floor. You turned around and walked towards the guys, ignoring their expressions. You walked to where your sisters had been buried, and just stood there. The guys suddenly appeared behind you, Johnny wrapping his arms around you and putting his chin on the top of your head. “I love you, Mina. Rest well, my angel”, you said, a tear rolling down your cheek. You all went to your cars, hoping your new lives in London would get better. 

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