El-Diablo

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On My Block ( Oscar Diaz )

Twilight ( Jacob Black )

Good Girls ( Rio )

The Vampire Diaries ( Damon )

Avatar ( Na'Vi )

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A couple days had passed since your argument with Oscar, you thought time was what you needed to sizzle out the emotions you had towards the man but it didn't.

Instead it only seemed to double in size the feelings you felt about the whole situation. You hated the fact Oscar was forcing this choice on Cesar, hell who was he to demand his baby brother to kill someone.

For Cesar's own safety? You could only let out a scoff at the thought knowing nothing good will come out from Cesar joining the gang. It was already bad enough that he was affiliated to the gang life due to his brother being the leader.

Yet being a permanent member seemed way too risky for Cesar. Of course everyone knew it was only natural for a family member to join in a gang that his brother was running, but Cesar had a bright future for him, you knew he did. But you just couldn't understand the vision Oscar had for his brother.

You never minded Oscar's gang life until now, you didn't care that he was in one. Because he had been in that life way before you were in his, it was apart of him.

It was his oxygen that he breathed, it was what made him who he was today. Rough around the edges, hard exterior. You knew he was much more capable of taking care of himself in the gang, from experience and knowing the risks of being in one, he thrived in street smart, yet he was being way too stupid for your liking right now.

And if there was one thing you knew he wouldn't do was making rash decisions regarding his or his family's life. Cesar was and is everything to the older Diaz, even if he wouldn't admit it.

You could feel the warmth from time to time when he looks, speak or even regards to his younger brother.

Flashbacks from the night where you were eavesdropping on them rang in your mind. "We're done Diaz, you're not my damn problem anymore" your words rang in your ear as the males face contorted into an emotion you couldn't see as you had stormed off in blind rage.

God you tried, wanted to not give a fuck about him anymore. Yet you couldn't, a part of you will always care for the Diaz brothers, hell you practically helped raised Cesar when he was younger.

Just when you thought things could work out between you and Oscar, when the feelings of love started to bloom in your chest for the man, everything went downhill.

An audible sigh left your lips as you tried to ease the growing headache that was threatening to pound your head. You didn't want to think about Oscar right now.

"You know that's the fifth sigh you've let out in the past 10 minutes right" Olivia says from where she sat on the couch beside Monse, books scattered around, homework and pen in hand as she scribbled things in the paper.

"That's cause I'd literally spend my Saturday doing something else than homework" you say, skipping the part where thoughts of Oscar was floating in your head.

It was a Saturday afternoon, you were sprawled out on the floor with a book in hand, Monse and Olivia were lounging around the hall as well trying to finish work that was due soon.

"Well we're all slammed with work, it's bound to be a boring day" Monse says clicking her pen away as a stress relief.

"Speaking of me sighing, don't think I didn't notice you've been doing the same" you say an eyebrow raised as you looked at Olivia.

"Fine- I know Cesar doesn't want me to worry, but I can't help it" Olivia says, you scrunched your eyebrow in confusion. Did she know about Oscar wanting Cesar to kill someone.

"You don't have to rationalise it, getting rolled up is no joke" Monse says.

"Yall got a gun pointed to you? Why didn't you tell me any of these juicy stories" you perked up interested in a playful way, yet in the back of your mind you worry.

"Cesar said you were there with him, what exactly happened?" Olivia asks looking at the girl beside her.

Monse bites her lip as if trying to find her words. "I don't wanna think about it" she says shaking her head trying to dismiss the conversation.

"Shouldn't we do something? It's Cesar we're talking about here" you speak up.

Before anyone could reply the front door opens with a creak. "Hey, hey. No more Cesar talk, my boy can handle himself" Ruby says appearing in the living room with a parcel in hand.

"Olivia, imagine everyone is quietly waiting for you, and then suddenly, you appear...." he pulls out a puffy mess of yellow fabric out from the parcel.

".. in this- Oh, it's so..." everyones faces contorting into horror at the sight of the yellow dress in Ruby's hand. He tries to find words on what to comment about the dress.

"Ugly? Where'd you get it, from the halloween section in Target?" you asked. "Forget it, I can't even fake it" he says as you tried to stifle in your laughter.

"What am I gonna do?" Olivia's voice in clear distress at her awful quince dress.

"Nothing. You will do nothing. I will fix this princesa" Ruby says confidently.

"How? There's no time, and we don't have any money to get anything new. This is such bad luck" Monse says as Olivia burries her face in the palm of her hands.

"However, it's lucky that we're such positive, resourceful people who can find a solution to any problem" Ruby says trying to lighten the mood.

"Unless you want to make that dress into an unlimited stock of napkins, that's all I got" you threw out the idea.

"I don't think so, this is a real disaster." Monse says as Ruby shoots a 'shut up' look to the girl. "I'm trying to help" she says as Olivia shudders as if on the verge of breaking down.

"Go help in my bedroom" Ruby says pointing a finger down the hall. Almost reminding you of a dog getting scolded as you bit your lip to stop laughing.

Monse pats Olivia's back apologetically. "I'm sorry. It'll be okay, maybe" she says.

"Go" Ruby shoo's her away as Monse walked away from the situation.

pairing: The Corinthian X Fem Reader Succubus

warnings: suggestive scenes, mentions of eyes.

summary: It's undeniable the Corinthian and (Y/n) [ Succubus ] have an attraction towards each other.

word count: 2133 words

masterlist: The Sandman Masterlist

"I figured if one copycat crime doesn't get the Corinthian's attention, two will." the dark haired male says, setting a pair of eyeballs tied nicely on the table, as if he had put much thought on the presentation of the gift.

His action earning gasps and chuckles by his two other companion. An elderly male clears his voice, before placing his prized kill of the day on the table. "Uh-... make that three." he says, setting a glass locked tupperware that had another pair of eyeballs in it.

This earned more small laughs from the group. "Though I consider mine to be more of an homage." he says.

"You both said this was a terrible idea." The only woman with them implied, seemingly holding back an amused laugh at their change of heart.

"We still need a guest of honour." the younger male chirps in, pointing out that they indeed still needed someone to fill in the blank space for their little convention.

"And it was a fascinating exercise getting inside the mind of a fellow collector. I mean, why the eyes? or why only the eyes?" the elderly man questions in fascination.

"They are the window to the soul." the well kept woman, who appeared to at least be in her early 30's says.

"And they're really hard to get out without popping them." the younger male states.

"The trick is to use your thumbs." a sultry alluring voice speaks up, causing all three heads to snap at the owner. There you stood, in a grey trench coat, black out glasses pushed all the way up your nose, shielding your eyes from them and to finish it a hat that covered your hair.

"Oh, my!" the elderly male says in shock and awe, the other male beside him gasping.

You only nod your head confirming what they thought is the Corinthian, keeping on a serious face as you very much wanted to laugh, but seeing them so mesmerised made you kept the act going.

Centuries you have walked this earth, yet these mere humans always found away to tickle your humour.

"Now, to what do I owe the pleasure." you casually question, eyes focused on the woman as you slid into the seat beside her. Before she could answer, someone had beaten her to it.

"I assume you were trying to get my attention." a voice with an accent speaks up, his tone low, with a hint of danger, one you haven't heard in ages.

Your back was towards the man of the hour, his presence caused the people around you to gasp, shocked as to how there could be two Corinthian's. "Wait- there's two?" the woman says, confusion laced in her voice.

"Well it seems that one of us is the imposter, wouldn't that be right darlin?" The Corinthian says, voice like honey as his eyebrows raise in amusement.

"An imposter! Which of you is the real deal then?" The younger male questions, eyes darting from you to the taller slicked back haired male.

It was ironic to say the least, you had nailed down how the Corinthian would dress from head to toe, your outfit looked like an exact replica of him, minus the hat you had on.

"And that shall be my queue to leave." you say, standing up to make an abrupt run for it. Bumping into the man as he blocked your exit.

Still not making eye contact as your hat shielded him from seeing your face. "My my, if you think you could pretend to be me and then make a run for it. You are terribly wrong." he says, a smile on his face showing off rows of pearly white teeth.

"Indeed, Mr. Corinthian! you are correct. Don't harm me, please! I'm simply a young girl who enjoyed playing little pranks like these". Your tone was raised as you pretended to be innocent, as though to demonstrate your ignorance simultaneously.

"Now, what shall I do with this imposter" he pondered loudly. "maybe you'd let me have a taste of those eyes" he says, head tilting to the side slightly as a raspy yet addicting laugh was heard from you.

If there was anything to know about you, your ego massively inflated your existence, you laughed at the idea of him being able to hurt you.

"Mr Corinthian~ You really, really believe, you could take them away from me without a fight?" you inquire, his name uttered with a purr as your fingers reached the collar of his coat, sliding down seductively as you finally broke character.

A strong hand comes to your wrist, an evident grip on it. "If you wanted me, all you have to do is ask sweetheart." his low voice rings out with a hint of delight.

Flicking his hand away, you grabbed onto your hat as you threw it onto the table. Revealing snowy locks of hair that swayed behind you and the very visible black horns that swirled outwards perked at the side of your head. Pushing your glasses down to the bridge of your nose, revealing amber eyes that had a predatory glow to them.

There were audible gasps from the table you were at, he stood there with a shit eating grin, it was almost as if you could feel his gaze taking in your features as you held contact with his black out glasses. One could assume there was unspoken tension between you two.

"Would you look at that, after years, here you are in the flesh." his hand motions towards you.

"Pardon for the intrusion, but what are you?" The woman to your right questions, curiosity evident in her orbs. "Oh me? I'm the boogeyman!" you lied, somewhat finding pleasure and amusement through it.

"The boogeyman! What an honour it is-" before the guy could finish you burst out into a fit of laughter, earning confused looks from the three people.

"Mortals, gullible creatures aren't they." you wheezed, tossing your glasses aside as you flopped onto the chair as Corinthian slides into the seat beside you. The tight squeeze of three people at the seating area caused his thigh to press against your side.

"Before we proceed with this.." the Corinthian pauses, leaning forward and staring at the at the man in front of him. "..interview, shall we put it. Now that you've got my attention.. tell me why I shouldn't kill you." the Corinthian questions him.

"We would, um... like you to be our guest." he says, the said man looks over to the younger guy beside him, as if taken aback by the request.

"Our guest of honour" he adds in. "At our annual gathering of collectors." the woman beside you clarifies.

"People who, uh, share our hobby." the elderly man says, sliding what you assume was a peaceful gift, the two pairs of eyes towards the blonde male.

"Hmm." was all he responded. "We hoped that since you are the current Corinthian, you might deliver the keynote speech" the woman says.

"The current Corinthian" he says with a chuckle. You leaned back slightly in your seat since you sat in between of the Corinthian and woman.

"Well, you don't look 130 years old to me". The woman says, looking at the man with a bashful smile.

The Corinthian leans a little towards her direction, invading your much needed personal space as what you could see as them flirting.

"Thank you" he replies, flashing an attractive smile to her. You pushed Corinthian back by his chest. "Alright, I'm taking my leave. Move." you state, voice monotoned as you wait for the man beside you to move.

"I'm afraid not earth wanderer, we have a lot to catch up on." Corinthian says, propping a hand on the table as he rests his cheek on the palm of his hand, eyes set on you.

"You are the Succubus?!" the elderly man in front of you questioned in surprise, finally knowing who you are. "No, no I'm not." you say. "Yes she is." Corinthian confirms his question.

You roll your eyes at the male. "We would be honoured to have you at the gathering as well." the younger guy says, eyes seemingly looked as if they sparkled.

"No thanks, wouldn't want Mr.Nightmare here to be outshined." you snickered. "Now move Corinthian." you stood up, eyeing at the sitting man.

"No." he says with a smile, your ears perking up at the answer. "No?" you questioned, as if to recorrect what you heard.

"That's right darlin', no." he states. You leaned down to his height, fingers trailing to his shoulder as you straddled the man.

"How could you say no to this pretty face." your voice laced in false hurt, although your orbs eyed the man below you playfully as you subtly shifted your hip against his groin.

The three people at your seating area unsure of how to react to your erotic display.

Before the man below you could slide his hands against the curve of your ass, you had manoeuvred your way beside him, getting off him as you manage to get around him.

"If you would excuse me, ciao~" a smirk plastered on your face as you turned on your heels, walking away from the group, your locks of hair swaying with each step.

Only a few steps out of the diner, a hand had slid against your waist, pulling you to the empty dark alley of the diner. Your captor had you pushed against the wall, a knowing smile on your face as you look at the figure.

"You know it's not nice to sneak up on people." you say, head tilting up at the man in front of you since he was much taller.

"I'd say it's not nice to tease a man and leave." he says, the grip of his hand on your waist tightens. You could only let out a soft chuckle,

"You better get back to the three serial musketeers." you say, smiling sweetly at him.

"Not before you tell me, when are we going to see each other again" he says, dark glasses glinting slightly from the dim street lamp at the far corner.

"You'll see, whenever I feel like it." you say, shrugging your shoulders slightly. "That answer is a little too vague for me sweetheart." he replies, unsatisfied with your answer.

"Sadly for you, you only get one question." you purse your bottom lip out slightly to mock him.

"Come on (Y/n), let me show you a nice time, just like the old days hm. And maybe this time you'll consider to stay." his tone husky as he dips his head to your exposed neck, leaving butterfly kisses.

You couldn't help but tilt your head back, leaning against the cold wall behind you. You bite your lip at the offer. "Tempting offer... Corinthian.." your voice seductive as a hand runs into his blonde locks.

An audible hum of approval was heard from the man leaving sweet kisses on your skin. You tugged onto his hair earning a groan from the male, pulling him by the hair as your lips found their way to his ear.

"But, and I quote, 'No'." you whisper, mocking what he said earlier. "You can't deny the attraction you have for me." he breathes.

You chuckle lowly, "And you do for me too..." you paused to leave a sensual kiss on his cheek. "..you know how it always ends, we talk, we fuck, and give it another decade or two, it repeats the same way." you state.

An audible sigh leaves his mouth. "And whose fault is that." he says, pulling away to look at you, dark glasses meeting amber ones.

"No ones, we spend one blissful night together, and I'll be gone after and act like strangers." you say, knowing fully well you were the one that had always blew him off.

"Look, if I haven't made myself anymore clear, I want you. As something more, not just a quick call." he says, voice sounding genuine. It was truly a rare sight to see him act this way.

"You and I both know we are both not capable of love, we were made not to be loved." you whisper.

"Maybe that's an exact reason as to why we are perfect for each other." he says, muscular hands coming to rest on your cheeks, cupping them.

"You really are a nightmare dressed as a daydream." you chuckle. "So I've been told." he says, a smirk on his face.

"If that's the case, the convention your little sicko friends are going to host, send me the place and time, I'll see how I feel about us then." you say, grabbing his hand as you leave a sweet kiss on the palm of his hand.

pairing: Neteyam X Fem Omatikaya Na'vi

warnings: fluff! slight suggestive scenes. Just Neteyam being in love.

summary: Body painting is an intimate act performed, especially with mates. Neteyam being your mate loves the way your fingers work on his body.

masterlist: Avatar Masterlist

a/n: I do not own the pictures! credit to the artists. Also likes, reblog and feedbacks are most welcomed and appreciated!

You sat in your hut, bowls of different coloured pastes were scattered around you as the smell of herbs that you were crushing turned into a yellow paste.

Glancing outside you noticed Neytiri helping Jake to paint his body in a tribal pattern, both of them sharing some fits of laughter. As if they were teenagers in love all over again.

"Neteyam, Lo'ak, go get your markings painted on, we're leaving soon" Neytiri says to her sons that were busy fixing the Ikran's harness.

Lo'ak hisses at Kiri when she comes to his side as she begins to slap the paint on him. "Gently Kiri!" he yells. She responds with a retort, "Shut it penis face."

The commotion from the two Sully's caused a fit of laughter to erupt from your throat, Neteyam whipping his head at the familiar laughter that he had always adored.

He sees you motioning for him to come, a sweet grin on your face as you watch him approaching the hut.

"Would you mind painting me oeyä tìyawn (my love)" he says, appearing in front of you as you stood up with the bowl of yellow paint in your hand.

"There is no need to ask Nete, I would gladly do it with no questions" you replied, standing in-front of him being a head shorter, you had to tilt your gaze slightly upwards at him.

"How would you like to be painted today?" you question him, tilting your head slightly awaiting for an answer.

"However you'd like, knowing that your work of art is on my skin is already comforting" he says, causing your cheeks to heat up at the comment.

Your partner truly never faltered to make you feel butterflies. "Oh stop it" you chuckle, smacking his chest lightly earning an amused smile from him.

Before facing him, you dabbed your finger into the paint and took note of his smirk. Rolling your eyes playfully at him, you took hold of his face and pulled him down to your level by using your left hand.

"Wipe that smile off your face would you" you kissed the tip of his nose before gently putting the paint over his cheek, the pads of your fingers felt cool against his heated skin.

The part when he would leave for battle was less pleasant for him, but he secretly adored the way you painted his body every time. If it meant that he would constantly be able to feel the way your fingers moved across his flesh, the way you occasionally bit your bottom lip in concentration, and the way your soft braids brushed against his skin.

He loved the intimacy that came with such moments. If it meant keeping you safe and having your focus on him as you painted, he would go to war at any time.

You bent down picking up the teal paste, moving to cover it on his upper torso. Dragging your fingers across his shoulder to his chest, the way his tail swishes behind you didn't go unnoticed.

His gaze was set on you as you worked your art on him, you got on your knees in-front of him as you worked the patterns on his stomach, his breath hitches slightly when you dragged the paint close to his loin cloth.

You look up at him with those doe eyes of yours, "Everything alright Nete?" you questioned him oh so innocently, he couldn't help but feel blood rush to his groin.

He curtly responds, "Y-yea, everything's good." Although you appear to be innocent, you were no fool to know what Neteyam was thinking.

You were aware that he relished it when you touched him, from the way his ears would twitch to the way his tail would move, but how could you blame him? It was an intimate process to paint one's body, especially with mates.

You completed the painting close to his hips while suppressing a knowing smile since you knew that teasing him before he left on a mission wasn't the best idea at the moment.

Standing up as you focused on Neteyam. He eyes you, those eyes you knew well, it had a different meaning despite his actions, he was holding back, like the gentleman he was.

He asks, curious as to why you were gazing at him, "What is it?" You responded, "It's nothing, my Nete is simply beautiful, is all". He pulled you over to him by slipping his arms around your waist.

Your heart warms at his words as he adds, "You're definitely the death of me, oeyä tìyawn." He adds, lowering his lips to your neck and giving you a kiss just below the ear, adding, "And did I tell you that that teasing definitely worked me up a little."

Your legs felt weak to his touch, letting out a puff of air under your breath. "Nete not right now, you're about to go" you stated, standing your ground but slowly crumbling into his touch.

He murmurs, "Just a few more minutes," and plants butterfly kisses on your skin. "I promise I'll be right here to help you with anything you need, when you get back" you compromised with him, emphasising on the anything. Stepping back a little to look at him.

At the thought, he visibly tenses his jaw and pauses before surrendering. He smiles and says, "I'll be back, miss me okay?"

"Hey not so fast, the last finishing touches" you halted him before he could walk off. Painting the palm of your hand white, you placed it on the centre of his chest.

"Be safe alright, come home in one piece" you say, about to remove your hand before he engulfs it in his bigger ones.

You could feel his heart beating, thumping against his chest. "Oel ngati kameie (Y/n)" he says, eyes filled with adoration fell on you.

Open for requests! Comment down below what you'd like :)

Ao'nung: "When You Look At Me Like That My Darling What Did You Expect?" prt 1 | prt 2 |

Neteyam: - "I Love You For Infinity" | prt 1 | - Painting his body

Lo'ak

pairing: Ao'nung X Fem Adopted Sully Reader

warnings: series! enemies to lovers, swearing, fluff, smut as it progresses! angst, bullying.

summary: (Y/n) is adopted by the sully's, her biological parents abandoned her in Pandora's forest. She sticks out as the oddest sully, due to her different coloured skin and pattern, upon reaching Metkayina village, a certain chief's son has taken interest in you.

masterlist: Avatar Masterlist

a/n: I do not own the pictures! credit to the artists. Also likes, reblog and feedbacks are most welcomed and appreciated!

This is how (y/n) looks like! =

It seemed strange not being surrounded by the forest you had gotten accustomed to after days of being airborne, given that the only sight you were greeted with was the enormous blue ocean that seemed to swallow the entire place.

You eventually made out what appeared to be an island in the distance—one that most definitely had residents. Your ear twitches as you soar above them because of the noises they made; in the distance, a loud horn-like sound can be heard.

You held tight to your Ikran, feeling a little uneasy about entering a foreign place. You turned to look at your siblings, and even they were unnerved.

The six large Ikrans followed your father's lead and screeched to a halt on the sand. The tiny grains of sand flying around from the force of your animal's wings.

You mounted down 'Ompin, his claws splashing against the water as you let out a soft chuckle. He had a childlike demeanour and was a stunning beautiful purple with hints of striking orange stripes. Nevertheless you loved him as if he was your own child.

You gave him a tender pat as he nuzzled closer to you, running your palm across his snout and mouthing "Tsnì" ( thank you ).

Your feet crunched into the soft sand with every step forward you took, closer towards the group of Na'vi's that had already gathered around.

"Be nice" your dad says, his hands out stretched to show that we were no harm. Neteyam copying his gesture beside you as you tried to stifle in a laughter, it was adorable how your big brother looked up to dad despite how hard he could be on him.

"Be nice" your mother warns as well, glancing back specifically to you and Lo'ak. You stood beside Lo'ak, nudging his ribs with your elbow. "She's totally talking about you skxawng" you whispered.

He responds, "Hey you're just as much trouble as I am (Y/n)," earning him a smack to the shoulder by Kiri. She whispers a quick, "Shut up."

The people around caught your attention, they were really different from what you were used to seeing; rather than being blue, they were more of a teal colour. But who were you to judge, you stood out among the Sully's the most with your sand-colored complexion.

You felt uncomfortable, feeling like a lost lamb that had just stumbled into a lions den. Amongst the many stares one seemed to be shooting daggers at you.

You met his gaze, locking eyes with him. He walks to the side as Neteyam and Lo'ak greeted him, gesturing with their hand from their forehead, extending their hand down.

One where the guy does not reciprocate. "Easy, just be cool" dad says in an attempt to soothe the tense atmosphere.

He stops behind your brothers, observing their tails. "Look, what is that? Is that suppose to be a tail?" the shorter boy asked, earning some drawing jeers from his peers.

"And why is she different and odd" he comments. Your tail similar to your brothers visibly swings agitatedly behind you from the comment, you bit the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from shooting a snide comment about their flappy tails and stupid eyes.

Neteyam pats your back before gesturing to where Lo'ak stared in the distance. You saw a beautiful Na'vi walking out from the shore, her wet curls sticking to her face as she pushes it back.

You glanced back over to Lo'ak, seeing him avert his gaze in what seemed like shyness. Holding back a teasing laugh, the said Na'vi walks over to us.

"It's too small, how are they suppose to swim" the irritating shorter boy says, earning a smack from the girl. "Do not, Rotxo, Ao'nung" she scolds them, a sigh leaving her lips before her attention was back to the sully's.

"Hey" Lo'ak tried greeting her nonchalantly, nodding his head a little as she smiled shyly. Across the distance you could hear the sound of water being splashed around.

Three large fish flying animals flew above you before it splashed into the water. The man who you assumed was the chief dismounted and approached your dad, spear in his hand.

Both of the men exchanged a greeting, "I see you Tonowari" dad says, gesturing their hands to each other. As a show of respect, the rest of you repeated the greeting directed at the chief.

Behind him followed a person who you assumed to be the Tsahik. Dad gestures the act once more as you all follow, she moves over to her partner's side standing beside him. "I see you Ronal" dad says.

"Why do you come to us Jake Sully?" Tonowari questioned. Dad glances back at us before replying. "We seek uturu" he says.

"Uturu?!" Ronal replies baffled, looking at Tonowari as if to confirm he heard the same thing she did. "A sanctuary for my family" your dad replied confirming her puzzled look.

"We are reef people, you are forest people, your skills will mean nothing here" Tonowari says as Ronal weaves her way through the Sully's, her ears visibly down turned as she walks pass you.

"We will learn your ways, right?" Jake says, turning his attention to Neytiri for an approval. Ronal grabs Neytiri's tail observing as your mom visibly swinged her tail away.

The Metkayina Tsahik reached towards Tuk, pulling on her arm slightly to show and make a point. "Their arms are thin" she says, Neytiri pulling the youngest Sully away from her.

"Their tails are weak" she states, earning an 'ow' from Kiri as the woman tugs on it. "You will be slow in the water" she says, before noticing Kiri's hands.

She grabs them and pulls them in for a closer look, saying, "These children are not even true Na'vi's".

"Yes we are" Kiri says, tugging her hand back. She stops infront of you next, eyes scanning on your form. A rough hand grabs your jaw as she takes a closer look at you. "And you, you do not look like one of them" she says, you felt a jab to your chest.

Given how much was at stake right now, you did your best not to snap at the Tsahik. Your body certainly reacting how your mind felt even when your words didn't.

Your ears flattened in irritation as your tail swished behind you in annoyance. She then approaches Lo'ak who was beside you, grabbing his hands while inspecting the five fingers that are clearly visible. She stirs the crowd by exclaiming, "They have demon blood!"

Lo'ak lowers his gaze in order to avoid saying something regretful. "Look, look! Look I was born with the sky people, and now I am Na'vi alright. You can adapt, we will adapt, okay" your dad says firmly and confidently.

"My husband was Toruk Makto" your mother says declares with pride. "He lead the clans to victory against the sky people" she states.

"This you call victory? hiding. Amongst strangers" your mother's gaze wavers slightly at her remark.

"It seems Eywa has turned her back on you" she pauses before looking at Jake. "Chosen one" she finished earning a hiss from your mother.

This seemed to provoke Ronal as she responded with a hiss of her own. Jake steps in the middle in an attempt to break the tension "I apologise for my mate-" "do not apologise for me" Neytiri fires.

"She's flown a long way, she's exhausted" Jake continues. "Jake!" she chides, earning a look from Jake. Knowing that picking a fight now would be foolish given the circumstances they were in, she turns back.

The air thick with an unsettling feeling. "Toruk Makto is a great war leader, all Na'vi people know his story. But we Metkayina, are not at war" Tonowari says.

You gently gripped your mother's shoulder as you slid a hand across her shoulder to reassure her that everything would be fine. She grabs your hand and envelopes it in one of hers. 

Tuk heads over to Jake as he carries her, tiredness evident in her small body. "We cannot let you bring your war here" Tonowari states.

"I'm done with war, okay? I just want to keep my family safe" your dad says. Silence was greeted before your mother broke it. She replies, glancing at Tonowari and Ronal with her amber eyes, "Uturu has been asked".

With a sigh in his throat, Tonowari turns to face his mate. Tuk is clearly becoming restless as Jake pats her head and utters reassuring words.

You saw the chief and his wife appearing to have a silent conversation, you could tell they had reached an understanding by a shift in their expression.

Tonowari turns to face the members of his clan. "Toruk Makto and his family will remain with us", he declares. "Treat them like our brothers and sisters."

You exhale a breath that you weren't even aware you had been holding. "They do not know the sea, so they will be like babies. Taking their first breath, teach them our ways so that they do not suffer the shame of being useless". He emphasises the final word in what he says.

Your father exhales a breath of relief and asks, "What do we say?" Tuk responds with a "Thank you," and the rest of you whispered your own thanks.

He continues, "My daughter Tsireya and son Ao'nung will teach your kids what to do." When asked, "Father, why do I-," Ao'nung's ears noticeably flattens at the request. Tonowari responds, "It is decided," his son looks at him in disbelief but does not dare to argue.

pairing: Neteyam X Fem Na'vi Reader

warnings: series! swearing, fluff, jealousy, strangers to lovers. All characters are aged up!

summary: Your parents also the clan leader of Amunra, running the eastern desert Na'vi's are close friends with the Metkayina chief and wife. It has been almost a habit for your family to come visit the Metkayina and spark maintain their undying friendship and alliance, what happens when a certain Sully catches your attention during your trip to the Metkayina clan.

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a/n: I do not own the pictures! credit to the artists. Also likes, reblog and feedbacks are most welcomed and appreciated!

OC detail: Part of the Amunra clan, located in the Eastern Desert. Skin colour is desert gold, spotted markings instead of the usual stripes.

The force of the wind blowing against your face made the faintest smile dust your features, the rays of sun shining bright above sending a comforting stinging feeling on your skin reminded you of home.

Readjusting the grip of your hand on your ride, fisting against the harness that was set against the locks of brown fur. Your Asim's large wings flapped against you, the only explanation as to how you were airborne at the moment.

Gently you ran a hand against its head, offering a pat of gratefulness. After days of being surrounded by water, the sight of a familiar island catches your eye.

"sadiqi , han waqt alhubut" (my friend it's time to land) you whispered in your Asim's ear. Grasping onto the harness, closing the space between your chest and the native animal, making sure to keep your body low.

A loud shriek left your Asim's throat as he dived straight down towards the island. Your tail swished behind you as he plummeted downwards to earth as if gravity didn't exist.

You could hear faint gasps from the people below, looking as if you were going to crash straight down to the ground. Vast wings extended open minutes before the land, a fruitful attempt to soften the blow of the landing. The force of the wings causing waves of sand to be thrown around.

By then a group of Metkayina's have already gathered around, all attention was on you. Swiftly getting down your Asim's back, bare feet finally feeling ground after days of flying, the grains of sand engulfing your feet as you scrunched them with your toes.

Kneeling down in front of your native animal, you leaned your forehead, touching yours with his. Looking with awe and admiration at the lovely creature.

"shukran lak hubiy, laqad faealt ma yakfi lihadha alyawmi. aihsul ealaa qist jayid min alraaha" (Thank you my love, you have done enough for today. Get a good rest). You whispered, offering a tender peck to its nose as a purr-like sound erupted from him.

You grinned as you backed away from him and turned to face the crowd that had gathered, the gold from your attire reflecting off the sun.

"Forgive me for the rude intrusion Olo'eyktan, Tsahìk. It seems like you'll be expecting only me for a couple days". you state, walking over towards the pair, your waist's scarlet loincloth with gold trim clinks with each step.

Bowing your head in respect, as you gestured with your hand from your forehead, extending it down. Both of them returning the act as Tonowari tells you to be at ease, Ronal pulls you into a warm hug as you reciprocated.

"Due to Ommi's pregnancy (mom) and Baba's (dad) reluctance to take any chances with the child, I'm afraid they couldn't attend. They send me their sincerest apologies" you say, recalling how truly sorry they were for not being able to meet the Metkayina's leader and mate.

Tonowari cracks a joke that makes you chuckle, "That sounds like a good enough cause for them not to come."

"Do return to what you were doing, please. I'm only here to visit and keep our two clans' friendship alive, I do not wish to be a burden" you say, in an effort to avoid interfering with their work.

"At ease my child, we were waiting for your arrival to welcome you" Ronal says, earning a soft smile from you.

"Thank you," you say in response, feeling your heart grow warm at the thoughtful act.

"Tsireya will assist you to your Marui, please feel at home" Tonowari says as the said girl appears, a large smile on her face as you mirrored her expression, practically launching your body at her for a hug.

The two of you landed on the sand bed, laughter filled the air. "It seems like an eternity since I last saw you. Oh Eywa, how I've missed you" you say.

She sits up like you did and says, "I've missed you greatly as well (Y/n)". There are sand flecks visible in your golden hair, much like there are in Tsireya's curls.

Ronal adds, admiringly observing the two of you, "It feels like only yesterday you were both kids playing by the shore, and despite age catching up it appears like nothing has changed."

Tsireya tugs on your hand as you go after her, "Come on, let me show you to your marui."

The entire exchange caught a certain Sully's attention and seemed to pique his interest.

(timeskip)

You finally unpacked and placed your luggage aside as you settled inside your marui. Removing your sacred headpiece, neatly cleaning the slight dirt on it as you lay it aside before taking in the view of what the island had to offer from your marui.

It was mesmerizing how the clan's ties to the ocean were so strong that even their living quarters are located above the azure water.

As you got out of your marui, you accidentally ran into someone, resulting in the both of you falling. The netted walkway bounced from the impact, causing you to land on top of the person.

The person beneath you apologized, saying, "Sorry, I didn't look where I was going and, well..- I bumped into you." Only silence met him as orange orbs looked into yellow ones.

Head tilting to the side in curiosity as you studied the foreign Na'vi below you and murmured, "You are no Metkayina," eyes traveling against his odd form.

"Yes, I mean no. No what I mean is.." his train of voice dying out as one of your slender fingers ghosted over his cheek, it was no teal green like every other Metkayina, instead a vivid blue. Grazing over the patterns of his shoulder before trailing to his fingers.

Recognizing that his hands weren't the typical thick, finned kind. Instead, he had four normal fingers, just like yours. You brushed a hand over one of the stray strands of his black braided hair as you turned your focus to it. You weren't blind to the obvious quiver in his ears.

By this point, Neteyam's face was quite hot to the touch, not used to receiving this much attention from a stranger.

You questioned, "What name do you go by?". Before he could answer, someone had beaten him to it. "Neteyam?" a voice calls out, both of you turning to face the owner.

You were greeted with another replica of the person below you, but he appeared younger.

The younger brother of what you presumed questioned, "What's going on bro?" his eyes darting from you to his sibling, curiosity settling in his orbs at the situation you both were in.

You stood up and smoothed your loincloth down after realizing how indecent the two of you were in that position. Apologising to the male sheepishly, "My apologies, I was staring". Offering to help Neteyam up as you held out your hand.

He takes your hand and presses it against his, causing you to feel electricity rush through you as he raises himself.

"Are you ready (Y/n)? Ao'nung and Rotxo would love to take you around the area and catch up with you." Lo'ak is startled when Tsireya suddenly emerges from behind him.

You respond, removing Neteyam's hand away from yours, "Yeah, ready to go," giving a friendly nod to the boy. Turning your back towards him you and Tsireya excused yourself.

"So, it seems like I've missed out a lot. Care to fill me in". Confusion swirling in your eyes.

Damon Salvatore X Reader

Prompt: "You fell out of love, but here I am still in love..."

Summary: Damon Salvatore falls out of love with you.

Warning(s): Angst, Breakup

The text cursor on your phone blinked for what felt like an eternity. Gaze set upon the text you had sent an hour ago, yet there was no response.

(Y/N): Damon are you asleep?[12:03am]

He had promised to call you today, but for the third time this week, he forgot. Although it would be unnoticeable to someone outside of your relationship, you felt like he had been avoiding you subtly. Sighing, you zoned out getting lost in your clouded thoughts.

It wasn't the first time he had left you hanging this month, you had tried asking if he was alright only to get brief responses saying that you were reading too much into it.

Although it always ended up with him apologising to you, saying he was sorry. And just like that you forgave him, always. Over and over because you love him.

Somehow the big bad vampire had you falling madly in love the moment you landed your eyes on him, he was one of the most complicated, yet sweetest and loving person you had ever been associated with.

Ten whole months being with him made you feel things, he made you happy, loved, appreciated, valued. Yet recently you haven't been feeling that same spark, the same effort, the same flame from him anymore.

You knew you would have to face reality sooner or later, you weren't that stupid to catch on. He didn't care enough to text back.

You knew that you no longer cross his mind in the morning, that you're not the last thing he thought about when he went to sleep at night. That another person’s presence brought him more peace than your own.

Yet you didn't want to face reality, you couldn't bear to live in it. Instead taking the option to live in this little fantasy bubble you had created for yourself.

Shuffling your body in bed slightly, the only source of light coming from the small night lamp on your bed side table.

Carefully you typed out word by word on your phone.

(Y/N): Good night, I love you <3[01:05am]

Hitting the send button, the messaged was forwarded. Your body covered against the comfort of your bed as the clock ticks, no matter how good you wanted to comfort yourself right now, you knew eventually it was time to go.

[ Location: Salvatore Mansion ]

The slight breeze blew against your locks of hair as you stood in front of the Salvatore mansion. Ringing the door bell a couple times as the door swung open, only to be greeted by Stefan.

"(Y/n)?" he questioned, visible not expecting you to be at the front door. "Oh, hey Stefan" you greeted him, offering a cheerful smile.

"Please come in" he offers, already knowing that the only reason you'd be there in the first place was to see Damon. "Thank you" you say, entering as he closes the door behind you.

"I see you're all dressed up today, a special occasion?" he questions, trying to make small talk while walking next to you. "I'd like to think so, Damon promised to bring me out for a picnic of some sort" you chuckle, showing him the picnic basket you had in hand.

He stops half way in his tracks making you slow down as well, shooting him a confused look. "Damon's not home right now, I'm not sure where he's run of too but he said he'll be back at night" Stefan says apologetically as he notices the way your features drop.

"I see.." you replied, the disappointment in your voice audible.

So the hours you spent getting ready just for him, picking out a pretty sundress just to impress him, preparing the picnic meals just for him was just a waste.

"Hey you're free to stay and wait for him if you'd like" Stefan says, trying to lighten the mood.

You paused lost in thought for a moment before replying. "I'll be in Damon's room then" you offer a small smile as he mirrors the same before turning your back to him, walking towards your lovers room.

Upon reaching his bedroom door, you held the handle pushing it open. Immediately the scent of him filled your nostrils. Bourbon, books and a hint of lavender raked through the room. The familiar scent giving you a sense of comfort.

Heading to his bed you set the picnic basket aside, pulling out your phone to check the time indicating that is was 4pm. Letting out a sigh, you got in bed lying down, aimlessly scrolling through your phone as you waited for Damon.

[ a couple hours later ]

Stirring slightly in your sleep, you let out somewhere between a groan. Stretching slightly as you started to regain your senses, the sound of water droplets coming from the bathroom was audible.

Blinking your eyes a couple times you sat up in bed, realising the Damon was finally home. Looking towards the window he had in the corner, the moon shined brightly, along with the dimly lit candles in his room.

"Sorry my love, did I wake you up?" Damon's voice distracted you, turning your gaze to look at him. Droplets of water still apparent on his torso, a towel wrapped lowly around his bottom half.

"No, you didn't. Don't worry about it" you say, dismissing his question. "I'm really sorry about today, something came up and I couldn't take you out" his voice sounding apologetic as he walks towards your frame.

"I understand" you put on a smile for the sake of convincing him that you were really alright with him blowing you off. Swinging your legs to the side of the bed, you stood up.

"There's food in the basket, share it with Stefan or something. I'll be heading home now" you say.

"Not staying?" he asks, sat on the edge of his bed, his icy blue orbs stuck on you.

"Not tonight" you replied shortly already heading towards his door. "Alright, take care heading back" he says.

Oh right, when was the last time had he actually walked you back home, or offered to send you home, or at least bid you farewell at the front of his door.

"Actually can you send me to the door Damon" you ask as he lets out a throaty laugh. "Come on now (Y/n), you know this house like the back of your hand. You should know where the door is" he says thinking your question was just to get a laugh out of him.

"Right, you're right. My bad" you say, biting the bottom of your lip. It could just be you being overdramatic, but it hurts. It hurts how the small things that sparked the love in your relationship was being abandoned.

"Damon..?" you call out to him, leaning your back against his door as he cocks an eyebrow at you, signalling he heard you.

"Do you still love me?" you ask, greeted by silence. He seemed to be sat there slightly shocked at the question, clearly not expecting you to ask that out of the blue.

"What?- of course I do" he says it like he always does. Standing up as he grabs your hand gently, pulling you towards him. He cups your face thumb gently caressing your cheek.

"Why do you ask?" he says, tears slowly starting to flood your eye as he looks at you in concern.

"You’ve just been so distant with me.. It's like you're here, but you're not. You know?" you say.

"I'm.. I'm sorry" he says, cupping your face. You looked in his eyes, finger sliding to move the hair out of his blue eyes, searching in them, only to find that spark, far gone.

"What exactly are you sorry for" you whisper, he looks down avoiding your gaze. "I.. I-" he tries to form words to answer you, yet he couldn't find any.

A small sad smile stretches on your face. "I couldn't understand what was happening, why it's- why it was all falling apart. And why I couldn't fix it... but I get it now." droplets of tears streamed down your face, yet your cry was silent.

"I'm sorry.." he says, leaning his forehead against yours as your hand tangles it's way to his soft dark locks of hair, running through them.

"It's alright, I don't blame you. You fell out of love, but here I am still in love..." your voice coming out softly.

The both of you shared the silent moment, holding onto each other for what felt like the last time. Feeling the warmth of his body against yours, you couldn't stop the tears streaming down your face.

"I liked your lovely presence in my life. Goodbye my stranger." you pressed your soft lips against the flesh of his cheek, heading out of his room, walking out the front door leaving him.

Something he didn't have the heart to do, because he wanted to be in love with you, he truly did, and maybe for a moment he really was. But like every good thing, it had to come to an end.

Warnings: language, blood, angst, smut, violence, fluff

DAMON SALVATORE

“I love you, do you?”

Warnings: language, suggestive scenes, angst

Stopping infront of the Salvatore mansion, you pushed the big door open as per usual. Letting yourself into the familiar place.

Glaring at the large hallway, deciding to be the bigger person. You came over to apologize to Damon.

A couple hours beforehand the two of you had gotten into a heated argument, you had questioned him about his ex vampire girlfriend that had magically appear after years of disappearance.

Damon had been acting all weird ever since she had came back, it didn’t help much that it was painfully obvious the older vampire was flirting with both of the Salvatores.

Just her name rolling out from your mouth earlier had Damon in an annoyed attitude. But you for one was adamant on getting answers which ticked him off.

The last words exchanged between you both before you stormed away was. “Just shut up about that bitch already!” “Fine! Fuck you Damon!”.

Feeling slightly awful for stepping out the line, you knew you had no right to question him about her. You and Damon weren’t even a thing.

Whatever connection you and him have was purely just lust with fun and games. At least that’s what you think he thought, over the time you’ve gotten to know him.

A part of you wanted him, as more then a friends with benefit situation. Only you didn’t have the balls to ruin the intimacy you both had right now. Being positive that he would never like you that way.

Walking down the hall, your high combat boots coming into contact with the blood red carpets that littered the floor. The sound of books falling made you furrow your brows in confusion, quietly you followed the noise.

Curiosity taking over as you heard loud breathless pants. Finally reaching your destination, only to see Damon, pressed up against the wall with his shirt undone while Katherine was shirtless, left only in her lace bra that she wore.

The both of them tongues deep in each others mouth, too engrossed in the heated moment to even realize you were there.

The only words that could leave your lips at that point was “Damon…?”.

Hurt evident in your voice as both of them stopped their frenzied kiss, Damon paused his actions upon hearing your call for him.

He blinks a couple times, breathing hard before he averts his gaze behind Katherine. The female vampire whipping her head back to look at you as her hair swayed.

“How nice of you to bring food for me” she says standing close to Damon, red eyes taking over her brown ones.

“She’s not food Katherine” Damon says. “Then what is she?” She asks, her fingers grazing on Damon’s chest. As if to make it known that he was her property.

You stood there seemingly glued to the floor, the sight had your knees weak.

“She’s a friend” he says, eyeing you. A friend… how stupid were you. Of course he wouldn’t have liked you that way.

Sadness and anger bubbled inside you, feeling your body go warm from all these feelings. “Yea, friends who fucked around” you shot back.

Katherine eyes dart from you to Damon, as the moment had been ruined, shoving Damon’s body away from her.

Finding the strength to move your legs, you stormed over to Damon. Craning your neck up to look at his taller frame.

“Was that all I ever was to you?” You asked. You were sure the soft touches every so often, to the stares, and even the sweet gestures he did meant that he indeed liked you.

Or maybe you read too much into it, and it was just a normal Damon thing to do towards the people he cared about, which definitely was a rare sight to see.

You were like the calm to his storm, although yes things could get heated between you both at times. But it always ended with reassurance and passionate sex.

A moment of silence passes by as you sucked in a breath. “Answer me right and I’ll pretend like nothing ever happened, i’d turn a blind eye to you breaking my heart. Answer me wrong… and i’ll forget that my heart aches and longs to be with yours, i’ll forget everything we’ve done” you say, eyes staring into his soul.

He stands there, hooded bright eyes darting from you to Katherine. Body looking stiff, not sure on how to comprehend what you had just said.

“I love you” the three big letter bombs dropping out in the open, his irises dialating at you confession, shocked evident in his eyes. You look at him waiting for an answer.

“Do you love me?” You questioned, voice low yet calm. He opens his mouth, as if to say something. But no words seemed to fall out.

Katherine shoves past you as she slings a hand around Damon’s neck. “Cute confession, but scram. He’s been waiting for me for over a 100 years” she says, tracing his jaw with a nail as her eyes shoot bullets at you.

“Now that i’m back, he can finally have me all for himself. Nothing can change his undying love for me, isn’t that right Damon?” She questions, Damon’s jaw visibly clench as his gaze falls to the floor.

Katherine notices as she grabs Damon’s face, squeezing his cheeks to make him look at her.

“I said, isn’t that right. Damon.” Her words coming off as more of a threat as her blood red eyes stare at Damon’s. He looks at her, as if in a trance with her beauty before eying you.

He leans into Katherine’s touch. “It’ll always be Katherine, (Y/n). I’m sorry” he says, sliding a protective hand around her waist.

That was it, that was the exact moment your heart throbbed. It ached, it felt like it was stabbed on repeat all while being drowned in boiling water.

Unknowingly to you, tears threatening to fall. You turned around all too quickly, your hair whipping back as you looked up.

- 1115 words -

You looked at your phone, Oscar’s chat was on your screen for the past 10 minutes as you debated whether to text him a simple hey or not.

Chewing the bottom of your lip, you finally deleted the text before turning off your phone, throwing the gadget onto your bed, following suit as you flopped defeated.

A couple days had passed since your little beach date with Oscar, everything seemed to be going so well until he had went silent a few days after your make out moment, leaving you bummed and confuse. You haven't seen him in awhile and frankly miss him.

Hell, even Cesar hadn't been around lately, you couldn't remember when was the last time you had seen the younger Diaz.

You burry your face into your pillow, groaning into it. Olivia walks into your shared room as she looks at you, letting out a small chuckle when she saw the condition you were in.

“Now what’s making you like this?” She asks, taking a seat on the edge of your bed as she pokes your body around.

You groan before turning to look at her. “It’s Oscar” you confessed. “Feels like he’s been ignoring me, on purpose” you finished.

Olivia lets out a sigh from her lips as well. “I totally understand you, Cesar’s been acting all funny and distant lately too.” she says.

“Looks like we’re both in desperate need of relationship advice about being with a Diaz” you joked, cracking a smile from the brunette.

“But hey, you don’t worry about Cesar right now. You have much more important matters to think of which is your quinceañera” you say as a matter of fact.

She sighs tiredly, already picturing the way Ruby would be yelling orders to everyone to make sure her quince was perfect.

“Right, Ruby sure has a lot in store for us” she says as you let out a laugh, knowing how too much Ruby can be at times.

Olivia gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Talk to him, it might help you” she offers a smile before making her way out.

You pondered on for a minute or so, debating whether you should just go and talk to him face to face.

Swinging your feet off the bed, you walked out on your way to the males house.

[ Location: Diaz Household ]

You reached the steps of his house, the cool night air hitting your skin. You balled your fist up about to knock his door but stopped when you heard faint muffled talking from the other end.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you pressed your ear against the door frame. Knowing that if anyone were to catch you eavesdropping right now would most likely get you in trouble. But that was something you would rather worry on later.

“We need to handle him” you could faintly hear Oscar’s voice. “I went to school with Latrelle! We played Pop Warner together” Cesar says shakily.

“And he still pulled a gun” Oscar barks back. “But he didn’t shoot!” Cesar tries to counter. “Next time he will” Oscar’s voice rings throughout the house.

You moved to the front window, carefully peeking through to see what exactly was going on. Seeing both Oscar and Cesar sat at the dining table, the atmosphere in the house looked tense and heavy.

Oscar pulls out a gun and a full mag to go as he puts it on the table, across from Cesar. “This way there’s no next time” Oscar says.

The room falls silent again, a look of hurt washing over Cesar’s face. “You’ve been playing me. All that talk about my future was—“ he was cut short by Oscar.

“You wanna have more days like today?! This is how we do it” Oscar snaps. “Ain’t no future if you don’t handle your present” he says shoving the gun towards Cesar forcefully.

“Listen to me, you shoot until you empty the clip. Don’t freeze up, don’t flinch, don’t second guess. It’s do or die time hermano” Oscar advices the younger male.

The news finally settling in your head, Oscar wanted Cesar to kill someone. The poor kid clearly didn’t want anything to do with it.

Angrily you banged your fist on his house window, every flying fuck of getting caught going down the drain.

Both the Diaz snapped their head towards your direction. Oscar stands up as you walked over to him, the door swinging open.

He stands there, eyebrows furrowed as he eyes you. “What the hell are you doing here (Y/n)” he says.

“Wow, not even a hello? Or hey! I’ve been ignoring your texts, sorry!” You mimicked his voice, sarcasm lacing in every word.

“Go home, you have no business here” he says, about to shut the door but you had managed to barge in first, walking over to where Cesar sat.

“He’s not killing anyone” you said firmly, standing behind Cesar’s chair as you gripped onto his shoulder reassuringly.

Looking at Oscar straight in the eye. “That’s none of your fucking problem hyena” Oscar barks back, clearly upset that you were intervening.

“Oh yeah? Like it or not Diaz, if you wanna be with me it is a fucking problem” you shot back. Anger fuming from you as Oscar glares at your words.

“H-hey guys, please don’t fight because of me” Cesar tries to lighten the mood slightly as he sees the glares that were being thrown to each other.

His words however only falling on deaf ears. “Watch that mouth. Cesar’s gonna have to do it, it’s the only way to ensure his safety” Oscar says, walking over to you as his frame towers you.

“No Oscar, that’s your way. Can’t you see, he doesn’t want to join the gang! He wants nothing with your bullshit!” You raised your voice, shoving his bigger frame but doing no damage.

“You don’t know what he fucking wants. Sal de aquí perra“ (get out of here bitch) the last straw of patience he had finally gone as he yelled, pointing a finger towards the door.

“Is that how it’s gonna be Oscar” you eyed him, face remaining neutral.

“Get out” he replies lowly. A couple of seconds passes before you looked at Cesar apologetically, wishing you could have been more help to his situation.

You walked towards Oscar, closing the small gap between you both.He stands there breathing ragged, body shaking slightly in anger.

“We’re done Diaz. You’re not my damn problem anymore” the words slipping from your mouth as you made your way out.

“Oh and one more thing, FUCK YOU!” You yelled, flipping him off with your middle fingers as you walked away hurriedly, hurt, anger. All those emotions felt like they were stabbing you in the heart.

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[ Location: School ]

You walked down the street as per usual to your school, except you were late, really late.

Blaming mostly on your little sister that had spilt her chocolate milk all over your shirt of the day, deciding to take a quick shower and change into some fresh and clean clothes.

Reaching the locked gates, you noticed Oscar's red impala parked right in front, seeing Cesar was in the car as well as they both seemed to be having a serious talk.

You watched as Oscar raises his voice, somewhere in between the lines of "Use your head" was being said sternly towards Cesar as he shoves a finger to the boys head, pushing it harshly.

"Hey hey hey, take it easy would you" you appeared at Oscar's side of the door, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder to stop him from scaring the poor boy.

Cesar seeming grateful that you were there at the right time. "What's going on?" you asked, confused as to why Oscar seemed so mad, he takes a breath visibly trying to calm down a little.

"It's nothing, just don't be so stupid Cesar" Oscar says to his brother, in an attempt to warn him as the boy nods his head in agreement.

"So what should we do about the situation?" Oscar asks, grabbing the cigarette that was tuck at his ear, taking a lighter as he lights the bud, puffing the smoke out before handing it over to Cesar.

"I say we have some fun, Lil' Spooky" Oscar says, a knowing smile on his face as Cesar matches the look.

You eyed the both of them, confused as to what happened and the instant mood change.

"Okay- seems like you guys dealt with that well, I'll get going then" you say, about to walk away before Oscar grabs your wrist in his hand, stopping you from going.

"Hop in, lets go for a ride" he says all too casually. "Uh no, I have classes Oscar" you told him the obvious as he lets out a throaty laugh.

"Yea? I don't really give a shit, besides you're already late, I suggest to just ditch today" he says, throwing in some facts to your face as you bite the insides of your cheeks, contemplating.

"Come on (Y/n), it'll be nice to have extra company" Cesar tries to lure you in as well.

You huff out a breath as you roll your eyes. "Fine, just today, since I am already late" you groan, hopping into the car.

[ Location: Beach ]

The three of you sat at the beach, the stretched ocean so blue as it crashes the shore from time to time.

Some bomb burgers in your hand as all of you enjoyed it. "Eleven miles. Might as well be 11 million. I Can't believe I've never came to the beach" Cesar says.

"I was out here three months ago, the night I got out of Corcoran" Oscar explains, you couldn't help but find this softer and open side of him so appealing.

"After four years in a six by eight, I needed to see something big. Open.." he says, looking at the view as he takes a bite from the burger.

Cesar takes a bite as well before picking at his food, trying to get the onions out. Oscar notices as he chuckles, grabbing the onion from his little brother.

"Still don't like onions?" he asks. Cesar shakes his head a no. "He'd pick out every damn onion in his food in school" you say, earning a laughter from them both.

"Ever tried a shallot?" Oscar asks. "What's a shallot?" Cesar asks. It was your turn to let out an amused laugh. "Hey, I genuinely don't know what it is" Cesar says dumbfounded.

"And you're supposed to be the smart one" Oscar says amused as well. "A shallot, my genius friend, is a type of onion" you explained to him as Oscar nods his head.

"A botanical variety of the species Allium cepa" Oscar explains in detail. "Who are you?" Cesar asks as a joke.

"Spelling bee champ, seventh and eighth grade. That's who I am" Oscar says back earning a chuckle from you.

"Shit, if I wasn't looking after your ass, I would've hit that magnet school up in Pasadena" Oscar says.

"Now you're just messing with me" Cesar says. "De veras, homes. All my teaches wrote letters for me, even the principal. Told mom I was gifted" Oscar says.

"So why didn't you go?" Cesar asks. "And leave your little ass alone?" Oscar questions.

"But Mom was around" Cesar says. There was a pause in the air before Oscar says. "Nah, that wouldn't have been a good idea" he says.

"What do you mean?" Cesar asks confused. "Don't worry about it" the older male dismisses him.

"I'm not a kid anymore" Cesar says, looking at his brother. Oscar licks his bottom lip trying to explain.

"Mom wasn't always around. When she was around, she wasn't really around" Oscar says, you could remember vaguely of how their mom was an addict, sure her body was physically there but her mind was clearly not.

"I never knew that" Cesar says, looking at the sand. “Good. Then I did my job" Oscar says before eyeing you.

"All thanks to (Y/n) here as well, I'd always ask her a favour to look after your ass if I couldn't be there" Oscar says as memories of you being Cesar's babysitter came to mind.

"It's no big deal, I enjoyed looking after this cabrón" you say earning a jokingly offensive look from Cesar.

Oscar lets out an amused laugh. "I had plans to ace that magnet school, then go to culinary school" Oscar says.

"My brother the chef" Cesar jokes. "Hey you joke, but that shit could've real" Oscar says.

"Okay, so use shallot in a sentence" Cesar says. Oscar pauses to think. "Give me all your shallots, biatch" he says earning a laugh from you and Cesar.

Cesar smiles before standing up, stretching a little. "Imma go get us some drinks, be right back" he says already walking off to the closest convenience store.

You watch his figure getting smaller from the distance, Oscar turning his attention to you. You took a bite from your food, eyeing him as you tilt your head.

"What-" you ask. "Nothing, you just got a little something on your face" he says.

"Huh, help me would ya" you say. "Sure nena" the pet name rolling of his tongue so naturally.

He leans close to you, a thumb on the corner of your lips as he wipes the slight sauce that you had smudged on. He licks it off, eyeing the way your hair moved with every blow of the wind.

"T-thanks" you internally cursed yourself at the stutter, feeling giddy under his stare.

He tucks your strands of hair behind your ear, every inch of your feature enhanced more by the sun that was slowly setting, the sky bleeding into a pretty orange.

His eyes trailing down to your lips, breathing slowly as you couldn't help but copy the same. Leaning in closer towards him without realising, it just felt second nature to do so.

Sliding a palm to the side of your cheek, cupping it gently as the both of you locked your lips with each other.

It was a soft kiss that made you see stars, his lips sliding across yours as he tugs your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling on it slightly making you hum.

Your food long abandoned as you wrap your smaller hands around his neck, pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss. One of his hand on your hips while the other on your cheek keeps you steady.

A couple seconds passes by before the both of you had to pull away for much needed air, you breathed in catching your breath as Oscar looks at you, something behind those brown eyes showed his adoration for you.

You leaned your forehead against him as his lips stretched into a small smile. Fuck he fell hard for you, you were definitely the death of him.

Warnings: language, smut, overstimulation

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You fixed yourself up in front of the mirror, running the blood red lipstick onto your lips making it pop.

Eyeing the dress you had on, it was a simple black dress that rised just below your ass with a v line neck that dips into the valley of your breasts.

Simple but classy in your opinion, fixing the loose few strands of hair on your face, the doorbell to your apartment suddenly rang.

“Just a minute!” You yelled, tossing the lipstick into your little purse bag.

Walking out of your room, you reached to the front door, pulling it open only to see the familiar face.

“Hey mama” he says in that raspy voice, eyes instantly raking over the dress that hugged your frame stunningly.

“All this for me now?” he asks, tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he takes a mental picture of you.

“Haha, you wish Rio” you sarcastically say at the man rolling your eyes, he had a black t-shirt with a black jacket thrown over. As well as a matching black beanie on his head.

You opened the door wider, letting the man in. He slides a hand to your waist, resting it there as he pulls you close to him.

“Now who would you be trying to impress in this” he asks, fingers ever so slightly grazing the fabric of your dress.

You pry his fingers away, heading over to Marcus avoiding his question, grabbing the kids bag.

“Come on baby, daddy’s here to pick you up” you told your son, Rio’s child, as the said kid averts his eyes from the cartoon on the TV.

“Daddy!” Marcus cheers as he practically hops off the couch, running over to Rio, engulfing him into a hug.

Rio graciously returning his son’s hug, wrapping his arm around the much smaller body.

"You ready to spend some time with me?” Rio asks as he eagerly nods his head, making you chuckle at their interaction.

“But before we do that, where’s mommy going looking that nice” he asks Marcus, an eyebrow arched, determined to get an answer.

“Mommy’s going for dinner with this guy, she always looks pretty when she’s about to meet him” Marcus replies honestly, damn it you raised such a good boy.

Rio snaps his gaze towards you, visibly unsatisfied with the answer.

You bite your inner cheek at getting caught, trying not to feel guilty about having yourself a decent date. You and Rio had been apart for almost a year now, you thought it was finally time for you to get out there and mingle around, see what there was to be offered to you.

“Is that so?” He asks, letting a low hum erupt from his throat.

“It’s no one, we’re just going out for dinner” you replied quickly, trying to avoid Rio’s questioning stare.

“He even brought chocolates the other day! Mommy gave them to me” Marcus says. “Okay kiddo- that’s enough talking hm?” You bend down to his height, pulling him in for a hug.

“I’ll miss you baby, be good and don’t give daddy such a hard time alright” you tell Marcus, pinching his little nose playfully making him giggle.

You could feel Rio’s burning stare, he places a hand on Marcus’s back. “Hey champ, how about you and Uncle Mick go get some burgers first hm?” Rio offers the kid as Marcus grins from ear to ear.

“Yea! I want the cheeseburger” Marcus says. “It’s a little late for fast food” you say. “Nah he’s fine, he’s chilling with daddy for the night” Rio says, clenching on his jaw ever so slightly.

He ushers for the kid to go into the car first. Pulling out his phone, seemingly texting someone.

“Rio you better not keep him waiting” you said, already going back to your closet, trying to find some heels that could go well with the dress.

He didn’t respond back, instead you heard your apartment door close, assuming he had already left.

You sat on the edge of your bed, pulling on the heels sliding them onto your feet, too focus to realized Rio had made his way into your room.

Only from the click of your bedroom door did you look towards him, letting out a shocked gasp.

“Christopher! What the hell?” You eye him, trying to calm yourself from the slight shock. He leans against your door, both hands in his pockets, hooded dark eyes focusing only on you.

“Say my name again” he replies lowly. “Where’s Marcus? Why the hell are you still here” you question him, confused with the way he was behaving.

“Say my name ma” he rasps out, making your body tingle the slightest bit at his tone.

You stood up in your heels, walking over towards him, inches apart.

“Where’s Marcus” you ask, concern that Rio wasn’t with him.

He stays silent for a second, taking in the way your eyebrows furrowed to the red lipstick you had on, god he’d love for you to mark those red lips on his skin.

“He’s with Mick, getting burgers like I said” Rio replies as if it was obvious enough, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth as he practically eye fucks you.

“Question is why aren’t you with him Rio” you ask as he smacks his lips at the name, ever since the both of you had been apart, you’ve only been calling him Rio. Not finding the need to call him by his real name.

“Cause I can’t let you go out looking like this” he motions to your dress with his chin.

You stood there folding your arms against your chest. “And why the hell not” you scoffed. Turning while showing him some attitude as you sat on your bed.

“You’re my girl, you can’t be going out there looking all dolled up for some other man sweetheart” he says.

You look at him amused. “Yea? Last I checked we’re no longer a thing Rio. I can go out with whoever I want too” you snap at him.

He pursed his lips, not liking your tone. “Careful with that attitude ma” he says, pushing himself off your door as he walks towards you, stopping right infront as he looks down at your frame.

“I’m going on this date whether you like it or not” you gave your final answer, he stays silent for a second, scratching his stubble while shaking his head from left to right as a no.

“I don’t think you understand, you don’t got a choice” he leans towards you, hands on either side of your body, resting on the bed as his face was merely inches away from you.

“His dick that good? Is that why you keep going back to him” he asks. You couldn’t help but squirm slightly under his intense stare.

He slides a hand up your bare thigh, feeling the heat that radiated from you.

“Rio stop, he’ll be here soon” your voice coming out slow, fighting the urge to ravage this man, earning a chuckle from him.

“Then you better be loud for him to get the message” he whispers near your ear.

[ mood song ^ ]

He pushes you back onto the bed, one knee against your core as he leans in to your neck, taking in your sweet scent that he was addicted to. "Hmm" an audible hum of his voice could be heard.

His lips grazes your neck, his slight beard tickling you bare skin. “Rio” you call out his name softly, falling for his trap.

He leaves soft wet kisses on your neck, taking the chance to suck and bruise it. Grinding his knee against your core that was starting to soak as you let out a muffled moan.

“Come on ma, you know I hate it when you call me that” he mumbles near your now bruised neck, a purple mark blooming on your sensitive skin from his actions.

Your hand instinctively slides to the back of his neck, finding the urge to have him closer. You pull him closer, licking the shell of his ear.

“Or what.. Christopher” you whisper seductively, he visibly shuts his eyes at the words that left your mouth, relishing your voice.

God you had a way to turn him on. “I’d rather just show you what you’ve been missing” he says, yanking you up from the bed as he sits down, pulling you towards him making you fell on his lap, straddling his aching hard on that was confined in his pants.

The end of the dress had risen fully, giving him full access to your bare ass and that sexy little black underwear you had worn underneath.

He gives a harsh slap to one of your ass cheek, causing you to groan in pain and pleasure. "You wore this just for him?" he asks.

A finger hooking into your lace as he pulls it, before letting it go. Causing the string of lace to slap your ass making you squirm.

“Fuck the foreplay Christopher, I need you” you whine breathlessly as you shamelessly grind on him, causing his breath to hitch slightly.

His fingers gripping onto your ass as a warning, he leans to you, catching your lips in his as you both exchanged a sensual kiss.

You pushed his jacket off of him as he pulls his shirt off. Eyeing the tattoos that littered his body, you loved how inked up he was.

Moving to help unbuckle his pants while he yanked down your underwear.

His tongue darting in your mouth as you both fought for dominance, your hand fumbled with the zipper blindly as he helps you.

Leaving him only in his boxers, his pants pooling down below his ankle while you were butt naked on his lap.

You could feel the print of his member behind the boxer, hard and strained causing you to bite your lip. Sliding a teasing hand into the fabric, you pulled his hard cock out, feeling the heat radiating from it.

“Come on ma, show me what that pretty pussy can do” he mumbles near your exposed neck, trailing his wet kisses down the valley of your breast.

You hover your exposed cunt over his cock, feeling your stomach doing flips at the anticipation. Lining the tip of his red head to your entrance as you slowly sunk down on him, causing you to let out a breathless moan.

Trying to accommodate to his size, he was by far the only guy who had the most satisfactory cock. His size and girth was achingly perfect to satisfy you.

“Shit ma, you feel so good” his voice deep as he sends another slap to your ass, gasping as you clench on him.

He cups your ass with both hands as he starts to move you up and down, you followed suit with his rhythm.

Feeling the way his cock slid in and out, god his dick did wonders to you.

By then your juices were leaking onto his cock, his eyes darting to where you would engulf him over and over as his cock shined from your pussy.

“Such a good girl for me” he groans, lost in the feeling as well, pushing some strands of your hair away from your face as you rode him well.

Hands around his neck as you bounced on him, choked moans and groans coming from the room.

He pulls the v line of your dress down, exposing your boobs, liking the way it bounce with every movement from you.

Your cellphone suddenly rang as you eyed it, slowing down your pace. Rio grabs it from the side as he sees the caller id.

“Jack” he says out. “This the dude you were gonna go out with?” He asks, sharp eyes watching your facial expressions calmly.

“Yea, I should cancel with him” you say, about to grab your phone but Rio had called him back, causing you to look at him as if he was nuts.

“Go on, tell him you can’t make it” he hands the phone to you as you eye him, the other line picked up as Jack answered.

“Hey (Y/n), I was at your door to pick you up, but it seems like you’re not home?” He asks.

“Uh yeah, sorry about that, I had something goi-“ you were cut short as a sharp gasp left your lips, feeling Rio thrust his hips up into you.

Eyeing him horrified at what he was about to do, you knew he could be an asshole when he wanted too, and he damn right wanted to be one right now.

“(Y/n)? You okay?” Jack says from the other line. “Y-yea! Sorry about that” you tried your best to keep a steady voice as Rio moves himself inside you, drinking in the way you tried your hardest to sound normal, as if you didn’t have his cock burried balls deep inside you.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound too good” Jack says. Rio slides a hand down to your pussy, fingers playing with your clit as he snaps his hips into you harshly.

“I’m sure!” Your voice coming out high pitched as the man worked your body the way he knew would bring you to the edge.

“What’s going on? Are you in trouble?” Jack asks clearly worried with the way you sounded. “I’m fine” you cried out, feeling yourself getting closer to your high.

The head of his swollen cock pushing against your g-spot with every thrust made you see stars, feeling your release getting closer. “What the hell is happening” Jack says clearly not buying it.

“I’m- i’m gonna..” your voice coming out breathless as you eye the man making you feel all this pleasure, he had a shit smirk on his face, enjoying the feeling and the way you were going to embarrass yourself.

A particularly hard snap of his hips caused you to crack. “Fuck Christopher!” You moan out in pleasure, feeling the head of his cock kiss your most deepest part.

He lets out a throaty groan, biting his lip at the feeling of your warm insides, clenched around him causing him to reach his end. Ropes of warm cum shooting into you as his cock throbs inside you with every spurt of cum he released.

You let out a breathy cry as he purposely rubs your swollen clit, overstimulating you. The other line of your phone fell silent as Rio took the device from you.

“Ya hear that?” Rio talks into the phone, watching the way your body trembled from the overstimulation as your moans filled the room.

“Only I can make her feel that good. She belongs to me, so pack your shit up and scram. She ain’t yours, never will be comprender” Rio says before hanging up the phone, tossing it to the side as one of your shaky hands held onto his wrist that was abusing you with pleasure.

“P-please, too much” you say, tears stinging the edge of your eyes as you look at the man who enjoyed seeing you this way.

“Who do you belong too” he asks, fingers still teasingly working on your clit as he purposely thrust into you harshly, feeling his cock getting milked, tears falling from your eyes.

“Yours! I’m all yours Christopher” you cry out. “Yeah? That’s what I thought” he says, that playful smile on his face as he brings you into another orgasm.

Your body trembling as your eyes roll back, strings of curse words leaving your mouth.

Your sweaty forehead resting against his shoulder as your breathing came out ragged.

- 1159 words -

[ Location: School Field ]

"Hurry up slow ass, we're gonna miss the game" you groan tugging on Mateo's arm. Him slowing down his pace even more to be a pain in the ass.

"I'm serious! I don't wanna miss Jamal playing" you said, wanting to support the guy. He chuckles before following along "Sucks that Diego couldn't tag along" Mateo says.

"Yea, who the hell gets diarrhoea at such a bad timing" you sigh, disappointed your friend couldn't get his ass to the game. "Now hurry up!" you whined.

"Fine fine, I'll start walking" he says taking long strides leaving you behind.

"Hey-" you catch up to him, he insisted on picking you up so that the both of you could watch the school game together and here you were late, finally reaching the bleachers where everyone was booing for some reason.

Noticing the players shoving and pushing each other on the field as the referee blows his whistle, ejecting your entire school team line up.

You eyed around the place trying to find for the familiar faces, not finding them except for Jamal who was put onto the field.

The team members huddled in the middle of the field having a quick strategy talk.

"Don't look, but Spooky's literally drilling holes towards you at 8 o'clock" Mateo side whispers you, eyes focusing on the field as you peeked at where he said.

"Ah AH! I said no peeking!" he sighs at your lack of self control. You gave a quick wave to where Oscar was, with a couple of his Santos friends. He nods his head towards you, acknowledging your wave.

The game started as the ball flew towards Jamal by coincidence, the guy catching it as he ran across the field, screaming in between the lines of "I don't wanna die!".

You squealed in excitement seeing Jamal making his way down the field, throwing the ball on the designated area earning the team major points.

"Lets go Jamal!" you yelled cheering on. "All fall down! All fall down!" the crowd began to cheer, wanting to see the iconic moment.

Jamal holds the ball, doing a little body wave as he pushes the other members who were in a line, one by one falling on the grass as he flops on it too.

[ Location: Locker Room ]

You dragged Mateo into the locker room, wanting to meet Jamal to congratulate him face to face.

"You know you could always wait after the game right" Mateo says, looking at your determined state to find the said male.

Passing through rows and rows of lockers, a couple of the guys walking away hastily making you look at them.

Finally you found Jamal... with Oscar. Tilting your head in confusion as to why Oscar was literally everywhere.

He had on a normal t-shirt with those cargo pants, along with the high knee socks and his golden cross chain.

"Hey" you greeted them, making your way over to the two guys, still dragging Mateo along by the hand unconsciously.

Oscar's eyes burning holes at where you had your hand intertwined in another guys hold.

You let go of Mateo as you dived in for a hug, hugging Jamal as you squealed in excitement.

"You killed it out there!" you say. "I know right, I was pretty awesome" he says, smug about what he had done on the field.

"You made the Ridge proud, you need anything I gotchu" Oscar says towards Jamal.

Jamal pauses for a second before he asks for a name. "Lil' Ricky" he says. "What?" Oscar replies, confused as to what he wanted.

"Lil' Ricky" Jamal says more confidently this time. "What about him?" Oscar asks, taking a step closer to the guy.

"Where can I find him?" Jamal asks. "Who the hell is Lil' Ricky" you asked confused.

"What do you want with Lil' Ricky?" Oscar asks, wanting to know what's the deal with Jamal's obsession for the said guy.

"You know, converse. Chat. Chew the fat" he lets out a nervous chuckle, eyes darting around the room. "Please?" he says.

"I see you homie, 1400 Forest Lawn Drive" he says, giving an address as Jamal whispers it under his breath, trying to remember.

"Follow me, I need to talk to you" Oscar says, motioning you with his head to follow him.

"Uh- can it wait for later? I'm gonna head out for some food with Mateo" you said.

"No need, I'm taking you out to eat" he says, leaning against the lockers.

"No you're not" you eye him weirdly, wondering where this weird affection was coming from.

"Yes I am" he says. "Oh really? and when exactly did you made up your mind that you wanted to take me out for a meal" you asked, squinting your eyes at him.

"Right now, so lets get going culo lento" he says, about to make his way out as your eyes dart towards him and Mateo.

"Oh right, tell him Spooky said, 'What up.'" Oscar says towards Jamal. "Okay" Jamal quickly replies, handing out a fist expecting a fist bump but Oscar had already walked off.

You smack your lips deciding who you should go have a meal with. Mateo stands there amused as he laughs. "Go on, he doesn't seem patient enough to wait" Mateo says.

You sigh in defeat, offering an apology to him as you hurriedly made your way out, following behind Oscar's larger frame.

You catch up, walking beside him. "So.." you paused eyeing him. "Where are we going?" you asked curious.

He glances over to you, reaching his red impala that stood out in the car park. Opening your side of the door for you to get in.

"You pick, I'm fine with anywhere" he says. You eye him suspiciously, getting into the car nonetheless as he gets in as well, turning the engine on.

"You weren't even planning on taking me out for a meal were you" you asked.

He grips onto the car steering wheel before he eyes you. "You got me ma" he says, cracking up slightly as you couldn't help but join in.

"Now why'd you ask me out when you don't have anything pla-" you paused finally clicking in everything.

Humming in amusement as you leaned close to him, catching the male slightly off guard.

"You know, jealousy really is a good look on you" your words coming out a whisper, rephrasing what he had said before.

He leans close to you, those sharp eyes trained on your features. "Yea? Glad I'm attractive to you ojos de Angel" the nickname rolls of his tongue so smoothly, trying your best to fight a blush from creeping onto your cheeks.

"B-burgers" you blurt out, feeling the intensity of his eyes making you look away, pulling back from him.

"Lets get some burgers" you say, throwing out a suggestion as a deep chuckle escapes his throat, he shifts in his seat adjusting himself before driving the car.

Warnings: language, blood, violence, smut, fluff, angst

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