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aislynn-wiley1999 · 17 days

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An Easy Decision

Sebastian x Reader One Shot

A year after graduating, Sebastian visits you unannounced and old memories stir.

Warnings: Smut, alcohol, making out, oral sex, PinV sex, explicit sexual content, strong language, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4.4k

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There was no way to describe how you had been feeling for the past day, month, year. As a fresh adult in the world, life had been increasingly monotonous and usual. Nothing out of place, nothing exciting, nothing frightening, just plain. Hogwarts had been a dream the last three years, but now that you had to work you felt as though the magic had been sucked from your life.

It wasn’t just because of working and surviving, but because your social interactions had dwindled. Work was boring, but it was your own fault. You didn’t know what you wanted to do with your life yet, so you told yourself you had one single year to work in a shop and figure it out. That was in June, and now it is April. Time was running out, and you were scared shitless. Keeping in touch with friends from school proved harder than intended, and while you meant to send letters it became more and more difficult to find ambition. Which was particularly embarrassing, since Slytherin’s were meant to have a never ending supply of ambition.

It was a quiet Friday in the small garment shop, and you were looking forward to the weekend. Nothing out of the ordinary, other than perhaps how quiet the shop was. Sitting behind the counter, reading a book lazily, you glance up when the bell on the door rings.

“Welcome in-” you stop, staring aghast at the person who has walked in, before smiling at them and letting out a small laugh. Sebastian Sallow stood in the doorway, grinning sheepishly at you and your surprised expression. He was one of the few friends you tried to keep in contact with, despite being busy and unmotivated.

“What are you doing here?” you shout out as you walk out from behind the counter. He doesn’t say anything right away as you wrap your arms around him, engulfing him in a hug. You feel him press his head into the crook of your neck, and you squeeze him tightly.

“Figured I would take a little birthday trip down here, visit old friends. Wanted it to be a surprise,” he says, pulling away with a smile. “And I have come to kidnap you on the promise of drinks on me.”

“Oh gods, yes, happy birthday!” you tell him, trying to cover up the fact that you had forgotten. But yes, today was 17 April, and his birthday had only been a few days earlier. “How does it feel to be nineteen?”

He laughs, giving a shrug. “Underwhelming, if anything. Do you have much longer here for the day?” he asks, clearly eager to get out and drink. You shake your head, smiling. “Give me fifteen minutes to count the money and lock up. It’s almost five anyways, and then we can go!”

You busy yourself closing the small shop, glancing up at him with a smile every so often. It was such a delight to see him, after almost a year of being apart. He looked good, tall and confident, and you could tell that he had grown into himself in the last year. There were this lingering feelings for him, of course, when you received a letter or thought of him on occasion, but right now it was just good to see your friend.

With a turn and lock, you closed the shop and the two of you ventured out onto the high street in search of drinks. “I’m thinking that maybe we head somewhere small,” Sebastian said, leading the two of you down the street. You nod, eager to sit and talk and drink. He looked radiant almost, the glow of the low sun illuminating him and his smiling face, his freckles practically glowing. It felt like nothing had changed since the last time you were together, and you loved that.

There was a small corner pub that seemed to beckon him, and he quickly pulled you inside. It was a Friday, so there were few spaces to choose from in the pub, but the two of you found a tiny booth situated in one corner. He left you there to buy the first round of drinks, quickly returning with two pints. Scooting over the accommodate him, the two of you pressed against each other in the tiny space as you drank your drinks.

“Please let me buy the next round, since it’s your bloody birthday,” you say, laughing as he shakes his head no. “This is my treat, for showing up unannounced,” he says, taking a gulp of his drink. “How have things been for you? We really must try to write to each other more.”

It was true, the two of you maybe exchanged letters once a month now. Life had gotten busy, for you and probably for him as well. “I’m mainly just working, nothing exciting,” you say, and then giggle. “This is embarrassing, but I can’t remember the last time I was in a pub on a Friday night.”

“Do you not like going out anymore? We could have gone and just gotten dinner, or even just taken a walk,” he says, his tone concerned. You find these suggestions sweet, a reminder of how caring he can be when he wants to be.

“No, I just don’t have much of a social life, and it would be pretty depressing if I came to the pub alone on a weekend,” you say, taking a swig of your drink. The golden liquid blooms in your chest, creating a warmth inside you. Sebastian nods in an understanding way. “That you be pathetic,” he says, grinning.

You laugh, and he laughs, and it's as though you have not been apart for the past nine months. “What have you been up to?” you ask him, trying to give him a chance to speak. He shrugs. “Same as you, just working. I went to see Ominis yesterday, poor bastard was also not expecting me and is sick as a dog.”

That statement seemed to answer your lingering question about why it was just the two of you out tonight. Unless he planned on more people meeting you there later. “Is anyone else coming tonight?” you ask, trying to get an answer.

Sebastian’s smile wavers a bit, but only for a second. “Did you want other people to come?” he asks, almost trying to get an answer for himself. You shake your head, and he smiles. The two of you continue to drink your drinks, and soon you are staring at an empty cup.

Trying to fish out your wallet, he beats you to it and is at the bar in a flash. “Sebastian, I’m serious. Let me buy you at least one drink tonight as a celebration,” you protest as he comes back with full glasses. He only shakes his head, setting the drinks down.

“You can buy me one when I’m drunk,” he says, grinning. You don’t say anything, just sipping your drink while trying to hide your smile. You watch him out of the corner of my eye, how his throat moves when he swallows the alcohol. Perhaps it's the liquid running through your veins, but he looks better than he did in school. There was this new air of confidence surrounding you, and you wanted to say something bold but couldn’t bring yourself to it. Instead, you gulp the amber liquid in the hopes that the courage comes along the way.

“Woah! I didn’t actually mean that, neither of us need to get drunk before you buy me a drink,” Sebastian says, gently guiding the glass away from you. Giving him a funny look, you pull it back. “You don’t want to get drunk?”

He shakes his head, not smiling as big as he once was. “I don’t, not tonight, not with you.”

That makes you pause mid sip, thinking of all the ways his words could be interpreted. Looking at him, you furrow your eyebrows and hope he elaborates. Sebastian eyes you, looking shy and bashful in an instance. “Do you remember when we went to the Yule ball together last December?” he asks you.

You nod. Of course you did, even though the night hadn’t gone as planned. You had hoped that that was the night everything came full circle, that the two of you would get together. But instead, Sebastian drank too much and ended up throwing up in the bushes outside with you to witness it all. It was something the two of you laughed about later on, but you always felt disappointed.

“I wish I had kissed you that night,” he says, catching you completely off guard. “I regret drinking so much, but I was so nervous and wanted to feel confident, and I screwed it up. I screwed it up with you.”

Your mouth is half hanging open, not sure what to say. You are trying your best to process what he has just told you, just confessed, but you can’t for a minute. He waits expectantly for you to collect your thoughts and respond.

“So… you don’t want to get drunk tonight because… you want to kiss me?” you ask, feeling slow and out of touch. But when Sebastian laughs, it forces you to smile. “What?” you ask him, still smiling.

“I feel like wanting to kiss you is such an entry level requirement for everything else I want from you,” he says, his cheeks immediately turning red after saying that. Your’s go red as well, at what he could be implying. “But, I- why didn’t you say anything?” you ask, unsure of what else to say.

“I didn’t want to mess anything up. I would have rather stayed your friend than, I don’t know, have scared you off with a big confession,” he said quickly. You shake your head, trying to convince him otherwise. “I don’t think you understand how much I would have reciprocated that confession,” you say, smiling.

“And now?” he says, looking at you with a sense of uncertainty. The smile on your face becomes a shy one as you look at him, unsure of how to say everything that you want to say. “I think that I look at you now, and all those feelings seem to have stayed with me. Like nothing has changed even though it’s been nine months since we’ve had a conversation,” you say, speaking truthfully.

You don’t even get to look at the smile on his face for long before Sebastian leans in and presses a quick, soft kiss to your lips, pulling back after only a second. You instinctively lean forward as he pulls away, trying to catch his lips again, but he puts a hand on your arm. “Not here, in a pub surrounded by other people,” he says, his voice a whisper against your ear. You nod, understanding and agreeing. “Let’s go somewhere else, then.”

You nod. “I live with other people, though, and I have like, no privacy,” you tell him. He nods, and then continues. “I’m staying in an inn nearby,” he says, before shaking his head. You furrow your eyebrows in question, and he clarifies. “That just doesn’t seem right, me taking you to an inn. Not now, not after all this time.”

You shake your head at his words, not even having had that thought. “I just want to be near you, to make up for lost time.” The words out of your mouth surprise you with how bold they are, but you don’t back down.

“Let’s just walk around until the morning,” he says, grinning. You smile but you shake your head again. “Take me back with you. I promise, I don’t care where we are.”

He nods before standing up, offering you a hand. You let him pull you out of the booth, and hand in hand you leave the half empty pints on the table.

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The inn room is small, with nothing but a bed, a lamp, and a chest of drawers. There is a small bathroom to the left, and you spot Sebastian’s bags on one side of the floor. The two of you stood a few feet away from each other, unsure of where to go from here. As comfortable as you were with each other, it was clear that neither of you wanted to jump into bed with each other right away.

“This is why I didn’t want to bring you back here,” Sebastian said suddenly, looking embarrassed. You shake your head. “I just don’t know where to start, and I want to do this, I do, but I can’t fathom where to begin,” you say flustered.

“Where to start? You don’t have to start or begin anything. I didn’t bring you here so you could perform or do anything for me. We can talk, or just stand here, or do whatever you want. Don’t feel pressured, and believe me, I’m probably more nervous being with you than you can imagine,” he says, running a hand through his hair with a smile.

His words bring a sense of ease to you, maybe just what you needed to hear at that moment. You step forward until you’re right in front of him, letting him take one of your hands. Gingerly, you stand on your tiptoes and brush a kiss to his lips, waiting for him to move into it. For a moment, the two of you stand nose to nose, and then he closes the gap between you.

The first few seconds are gentle and soft, testing the waters out for both of you. But soon, the movements of your lips become uncoordinated, desperate and fast. His hands find their way to your waist and you tangle yours in his hair. The two of you are standing, practically pulling the other person into them, trying to get as close as possible.

“Can we- go to- the bed?” you breathe out in between kisses. He nods, and you climb onto the bed, pulling his weight on top of you. You let him cradle you as he presses slow kisses to your lips, his pace changing. He stops and looks at you, staring up from underneath him. “We don’t have to do anything else,” he says, looking at your face for hesitation.

“I want to,” you tell him. “I really, really do.”

Sebastian has a look on his face that betrays both nerves and excitement. It’s the same look that he had when he asked you to the Yule ball, over a year ago. He nods again, before pressing another soft kiss to your lips. He pulls back again, looking at you, before attaching his lips to your neck. You sigh, and the soft noise seems to ignite something in his brain.

He rolls both of you over, you being on top of his body now. In one swift move, he maneuvers the two of you so that you are sitting up and straddling him on the bed. The two of you stare at each other for a moment before practically smashing your lips together. There is a sense of urgency as you move, hands exploring each other as lips and tongues move together.

You move your mouth, peppering light kisses along Sebastian’s jaw and down to his neck and you rock your body against him. He groans underneath you, your name leaving his lips as he rakes his hands over your back and down to your ass. Gripping you, he pulls you closer to him. Becoming impatient, you tug on his shirt in the hopes that he takes it off. The two of you break away for a moment, each tearing your own shirt over your body in a quick attempt to undress.

His hands come behind you, wanting to rid you of your bra, but he pauses. “Is this okay?” he asks, with a tone filled with concern. You press a light kiss to his lips, urging him to continue. “I promise I’ll say something if it’s not,” you breathe out, desperate for him to touch you. He seems to understand your urgency, and your bra is on the floor in the next second.

Sebastian stares at your chest, a look of marvel plastered on his face. In an instant, his lips are attached to your nipple, resulting in soft moans from you as you clutch his hair. “I need you, Sebastian,” you whisper as he sucks on the other nipple. He groans in response, pulling himself away from your chest.

You attempt to reach a hand in between the two of you to touch him through his pants, but he stands with you wrapped around him, turning so that he can lay you gently on the bed. He touches your skirt with a light hand, looking at you for any hesitation. You don’t speak, but instead start to gather your skirt so that it bunches around your waist. You look at him, your eyes doing their best to say fuck me, please. Without a single word, you shimmy out of your underwear and invite him in.

Sebastian practically buries his face in you. His mouth and tongue make these obscene sounds as he licks, sucks, kisses, and laps at every part of your sex. The noises mix with the moaning and babbling that emerge from your mouth, and you’re saying these things that you never thought you would say. Things like more, oh fuck, Sebastian, I need more.

His hands are gripping onto the soft flesh of your hips and ass, pulling you closer to him. It almost feels as though he wants to swallow you whole as he works you with his mouth and lips. One of his hands disappears, and then you feel his fingers working their way inside of you. Gasping, you clench around the two fingers he has in you, feeling so full already from him. He moans into you, vibrating your lower half as he starts to pump his fingers in you.

It’s too much, all too much. The way he is absolutely worshiping your body is going to cause you to explode. He’s curled his digits inside of you, his lips sucking like he can’t get enough, and you can feel your legs start to tremble. His name leaves your lips, and he does something extraordinary with his tongue that causes everything to shatter for you.

There’s no way to describe how good this all feels, except that perhaps you have touched the stars. He is still moving his fingers, his tongue, his lips, as you writhe and gasp on the bed. Once it becomes too much, you start to scoot away from his face, but he follows you with his hand.

“Oh god, it’s too much, please Sebastian,” you plead, shaking as he still pumps his hand into you. He’s watching you, his eyes dark and full of lust, as you try to move away from his hand. After a moment, he moves his hand and pulls his fingers out of you. You watched him, embarrassed, as he popped his fingers in his mouth. “Don’t do that,” you say, this shy feeling overcoming you.

“Why not? I just had my face buried in you,” he says, matter of factly, before grinning wickedly at you. You look down to where he is straining in his pants, and the desire to touch him overcomes you again. Sitting up slightly, you reach your hand out to the buttons on his pants.

He moves away from you, instead bending down to kiss you. “Please, let me touch you,” you say, reaching again for him. “I don’t want this to be over too quickly,” he says, cheeks running red.

There’s a pause as you consider what he’s saying, and you look at him with a question written on your face. “I want to fuck you properly, and I know I won’t last if you use your mouth on me,” he explains, now really looking embarrassed.

“Then do it,” you say, a sense of post-orgasm confidence running through you. You’re absolutely aching for him, and with your skirt hiked up and your flesh exposed you want him on you at this moment. There is a desire coursing through you, that only he can satisfy. “Please, Sebastian.”

Without another word, he climbs onto you and devours your lips in a needy kiss. Your bare core presses against his clothed erection, the sensation causing you to moan into his mouth. He immediately starts to grind himself against you, the two of you acting almost like crazed animals as you try to create a sense of friction.

“Take them off,” you say, fiddling with his pants again. This time, he stands and obliges. You watch as he removes his trousers and underclothes, and stare as he bares himself for you. Now there was no sense of hiding from him, no sense of unknown. You clenched around nothing as you watched him give his length two quick pumps, the thought of what to come already driving you insane.

“You know I’ve thought about this for a long time,” he says softly, climbing onto you again. “How I would take you, how you would look, what I would do to you. You’re perfect, absolutely perfect.” His head dips, kissing the outside of your breast. “And I want this to be perfect for you.”

“Sebastian,” you say, coming out more as a gasp than actual words. “Please, I think I might go insane if you don’t touch me.”

There is a hint of a smirk that comes over his face, and you feel him line your bodies up. His head bends down again to kiss you, whispering sweet things as he pulls his lips away. Gently, he slides himself into you, coaxing and teasing so that it causes you to feel every little bit. You both gasp in unison when he is fully inside you, a feeling of fullness and closeness like you had never experienced before.

He doesn’t move for a moment. “I want to hear everything that comes out of your mouth,” he says, commanding you. You nod, the feeling of him already leaving you dazed and delicious. Slowly, he pulls out. And then he pushes in again, slow and deep, and you can’t hold back.

There are these babbling words and sounds coming out of your mouth as he fucks you, rotating and snapping his hips. Words like fuck, oh god, please Sebastian, don’t stop, feels so good. Things you never imagined you would say, at least not before today. But now it feels natural as they tumble out, mixed with gasps and moans. You intentionally tighten slightly around him, and it brings noises and words from him. He’s calling you perfect, so good, an angel, beautiful, and everything else you could want to hear from him.

His thrusts are rhythmic, deep and precise. There is no great urgency between you, instead just relishing in the movements of each other. You bring your legs around his back, hands clawing at his back. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he says, his eyes shut as he moves in and out of you. All you can do is moan in response, no real thoughts left in your head.

But then you feel something else. Sebastian has slipped a sneaky hand in between you, pressing languid circles into your clit as he moves. He has started to get sloppy, his hips snapping with less of a rhythm, and you know he wants you to finish first. The combination of his hand and his length pumping in you cause you to arch away from the bed, his name coming out in gasps as you feel everything. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge of everything, and with one firm press into your clit you fall over.

Everything is on fire on your body, you can’t help it. You grab onto one of your breasts, needing to feel something more as you come. He is still saying things to you, things that only seem to drag out the feeling. “You’re doing so well, oh my god, you look so perfect,” he breathes out, his movement messy. You moan his name loudly one last time, and that’s it for him. He groans, thrusting three more times before collapsing on top of you.

Your legs are still wrapped around him as he buries his head into your hair. He lazily kisses your neck and jaw, as if he wants to taste your skin. Your fingers stroke his hair lightly, both of you breathing loudly and not really moving.

“Was that okay?” he asks suddenly, lifting his head up a bit to look at you.

“I feel like ‘okay’ is a massive understatement,” you tell him, a smile emerging on your face. He matches your smile, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Why did you not want to bring me here originally?” you ask, causing him to drop his smile. Sebastian thinks for a moment, looking almost embarrassed.

“I just- I felt like you deserved more than the bed at an inn. And I have to go back home in two days, and it just didn’t feel right for you. For how I feel about you, the way I wanted you. But I’m glad you talked me down from thinking that,” he says, his smile returning. You nod, understanding what he means. “And how do you feel about me, or how do you want me?” you ask, almost shyly.

But Sebastian grins wider, and you feel foolish for asking. “I like you. It’s been hard, these last few months without you. And I think that we could be great together, that you should move closer to me or I should move closer to you. If you’ll have me, that is.”

You nod, a sense of relief flooding your mind. He lays his head back on you, and for a moment you say nothing. But then you remember something, and giggle. He lifts his head back up slightly, giving you a confused look.

“You’re still inside me,” you say, moving slightly. His eyes widen and he slips out of you gently, pressing a small kiss to your temple as he does so. He stands up, heading to the bathroom. Pausing in the doorway, he turns to look at you laid out naked on the bed. “So you’ll have me, then?” he asks you with a soft smile.

“Of course I will,” you say, it being one of the easiest decisions you’ve ever made. “Of course, Sebastian.”

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btsficsandsuch · 9 months

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For the Love of Tangerines

Ever since you were little you’ve had a deep love for tangerines. You liked to start every day with one. The vibrant citrusy taste just brightened your day. Unfortunately, you’ve always hated having to peel them. You hated how the juice would get into the broken skin of your fingers causing them to burn even though just for a few seconds or how your hands would always be sticky afterwards. Trivial to most, but to you it was enough to cause distaste for the act.

That’s why you got so lucky when you met your boyfriend Yoongi. The dark haired boy who not only shared your love of tangerines, but also preferred to show how much he loved you through acts of service. Every morning you’d wake up to two tangerines sitting on the kitchen table, already peeled. Even when he had to leave for tour you’d open the fridge and find a bag of already peeled tangerines, enough to last until he came back.

Today you woke up in a particularly good mood. You and Yoongi had your first day off together in a couple months. He had promised you a day full of cuddles and kisses and everything you’ve missed for the last couple months. You turned over and saw that the bed was already empty. You hoped he was just in another room but to be honest you couldn’t remember if he had even came home last time. You made your way to the kitchen seeing your two tangerines sitting on the table, peeled and ready to brighten your day. As you made your way over to them you saw a note laying next to the plate. You instantly felt a knot from in your stomach. There’s no way he’d do this to you. You read the note over and over,

“Y/N I didn’t want to wake you. I’m going to spend the day at the studio. I have a lot to catch up on. I probably won’t be home until late at night so don’t wait up. Make sure you eat something and stay hydrated. I’ll try to call when I can. Love always, Yoongi.”

You scoffed at his note. He pretends to care, but he couldn’t even spend the day with you like he promised. You decided to give him a call. There was no answer. The second time and no answer. You call a third time and on the fifth ring he did answer, “What do you want Y/N? I’m busy.” You’re taken back by his harsh tone and now you’re really wishing you hadn’t called him. “I just wanted to know if you’re really not coming home today. We had a whole day planned.”, you questioned.

There was silence and you could hear a clicking sound which you knew was Yoongi working on his computer. He sighed, “Well that’s why I left the note Y/N. The company really needs us to get these songs finished and the deadline has been moved up week.” You couldn’t tell if you wanted to be hurt or angry. “Well if you don’t need anything Y/N I have to go. I have other things to do. I’ll try to call later.”, he said with clear annoyance.

You no longer felt hurt and went straight to anger. How could he talk to you like this? It’s like he didn’t care at all that he was throwing away the one day you had planned together. “I do need something Yoongi. I need you to start acting like you actually care about me. I need you to stop pushing me aside every chance you get. I just need you to act like you love me.”, you shouted the words at him a little louder than you intended.

The clicking on the keyboard stopped and for a few seconds there was silence. You even checked to see if he had hung up on you, but you saw his name still sat on your screen.

He took a deep breath, “Seriously Y/N, I don’t show that I love you? Sure I’m busy and can’t alway be there but things come up. I wanted to be there today but they didn’t give me a choice. I try to be there for you as much as I can. I make sure we always have your favorite cookies in the kitchen. Every Thursday after you wash the bedding I make sure to spray some of my cologne on the bed because I know it comforts you. I try to call and text you as much as I possibly can, sometimes even skipping meals just so I can speak to you. For god’s sake last night I came home in the middle of the night just to peel your stupid tangerines so you could have them in the morning. But you’re right I don’t love you.”

You tried to think of something to say but before you could speak the line went dead. The call had ended. He hung up on you. All the anger you had disappeared. You were so stuck on the fact that he went into work that you never even thought about all the little things Yoongi always did for you. Sure you were devastated that you weren’t spending the day together, but you should’ve given him a chance to explain and maybe come up with a different plan like going to visit him at the studio. Not wanting to be tempted to bother him again you hid your phone away and began on some chores you had been putting off. Anything to keep your mind busy.

It was nighttime when you finally finished everything you had to get done. You decided to finally check your phone, hoping there was anything from Yoongi. Your heart broke when you switched on the phone. A few messages from some friends and a missed call from your mom. Nothing from Yoongi. You knew you must’ve hurt him really bad. He always managed to text you to let you know he was okay and thinking about you, even if it was just a simple heart emoji. You felt the tears burning at the corner of your eyes. How could you have told him he didn’t love you? He might not always say it or be able to show it in person, but there was so much that he did to show his love for you.

You took a shower and got ready to sleep. Once in the bed you were greeted by the familiar scent of Yoongi’s cologne, thinking of how he took the time to spray the expensive liquid on the bed just to know that you’ll feel better. It was a comfort now more than ever. You just feared that this would be the last time you got to have this feeling.

Just before you were about to call asleep you decided to reach out to Yoongi. You didn’t expect him to text you back or even care really, but you still wanted him to know how you felt. You began the text,

“Yoongi, I want to apologize. I never should’ve questioned your love for me even though I was hurt. I was really looking forward to finally getting to spend some time with you and when I found out you were going to be gone all day I was devastated. I really just miss getting to spend some time with you. I need a hug right now more than anything. I’m sure you’re really busy and probably don’t even want to talk to me right now. I just wanted to let you know that I was sorry and I hope that soon you’ll let me show you how much I love you.”

You thought for a moment before typing up a second message, “And thank you for everything that you do for me. I realized I’ve never properly said that. Especially peeling my tangerines. I understand if you don’t want to do that for me any more after today.”

After hitting send you tucked the phone away. You managed to a couple hours of sleep but woke up feeling drained. You immediately reached for your phone praying that there was something from Yoongi. You felt sick to your stomach. No texts, no missed calls. Nothing. He really must be done you thought.

You put on some clothes and made your way to the kitchen. Just before you walked through the door the reality hit you. This will be the first time in two years that you’ll have to peel your own tangerines. You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself. How could something so dumb make you want to start crying your eyes out.

Taking a deep breath you walked into the kitchen and sitting on the kitchen table was a plate, with two peeled tangerines. Next to that plate was a note,

“Y/N, come by the studio at noon. We’ll order some lunch. Like you said you have some making up to do so I expect lot of hugs and kisses when you get here. I have a little little bit of making up to do too. Love Always, Yoongi.”

You couldn’t hide the smile on your face if you tried. You grabbed the tangerines, popping a piece in your mouth before making your way upstairs to get ready. He was right. You did have a lot of making up to do and you couldn’t be happier about it.

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folkwitchofthewest · 8 months

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Dancing in the Rain

Hi all! I'm back! This is a fluffy fic inspired by my first date with my dearly departed fiance. It went something similar to this, lol. Hope you enjoy! Happy reading!

Word count: 2,387

Warnings: None, other than tooth rotting fluff!

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Everything was perfect at last. Donatello took a step back to admire his hard work.

The rooftop looked gorgeous. The flames of the cream colored candles that were carefully placed around the roof swayed in a mesmerizing dance, red rose petals scattered about, his playlist of all your favorite love songs was waiting at his command to start playing.

The warm, romantic, glowing atmosphere he had meticulously put together was exactly what he wanted for your anniversary. You and Donnie had been dating for 1 year. 1 year 6 hours, 13 minutes, and 52 seconds exactly he mentally calculated. 1 year ago today he had asked you to be his girlfriend. He shuddered when he thought of how he had stumbled over his words, and his face felt like the surface of the sun that night. Not that he had become any better at expressing himself, but conversation had become much easier. Your interactions were no longer awkward, and stiff thankfully. They had become comfortable, almost instinctual.

He wanted this night to be special, you deserve nothing less than perfection. So he spent months collecting data on how to make this night something thus far you had only seen in your dreams.

Pride swelled in his chest as he looked over his handy work again. The sound of a door closing and light footsteps behind him brought Donnie out of his reverie. He couldn’t help but grin. Time to give you a night you would never forget. He quickly made his way over to the roof accessible stairway door to intercept you. His little surprise was set up on the opposite side of the roof, and he intended to keep it a surprise until he was ready.

“Good evening, my dear,” Donnie greeted you.

“Good evening, and happy anniversary,” you replied.

“Happy anniversary,” he said, handing you a large bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Oh Dee, they’re beautiful, and my favorite color too! Thank you,” you said, breathing in the sweet smell,” They smell lovely.”

“I am thrilled you like them. However that is not the only thing I have in store for the evening,” he beamed at you.

“Is that so?” you asked, a smile gracing your lips.

“It is! Close your eyes,” Donnie instructed.

“Pray tell, how am I to see what your surprise is, or even reach it if my eyes are closed?” you challenged him playfully.

You squealed as your ever so chivalrous boyfriend scooped you up into his arms bridal style, before placing a kiss on your temple. You wrapped your arms around his neck, eyes going wide in surprise at the unexpected touch.

“Like this,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling your ear,” Close your eyes, love.”

You laughed and did as you were told, putting all your trust in Donatello not to accidentally drop you.

Ahhhh, that sweet, wonderful, laugh was music to his ears.

You rested your head against his plastron, relishing in the rare physical contact. Your genius didn’t often show his love for you through touch or words, but when he did you soaked it all in like a sponge. The patter of his feet suddenly stopped and he set you down gently. His hands shifted to your shoulders, and he moved to your side.

“You can open them now,” he muttered in your ear.

You once again obeyed, and were left breathless by the sight that met your eyes. You drank it in, the candles, the petals, the soft music playing in the background.

“What do you think?” He asked, the slightest bit anxious.

“Tello, I don’t know what to say. It’s beautiful,” you whispered, completely in awe,” You did all this just for me?’

“Of course. I wanted this to be perfect, like something straight out of your dreams,” Donnie replied.

“You certainly did not disappoint,” you cooed.

“Come on then. We both love to dance, I could not think of a better way to spend the night,” he grinned.

Donnie was nearly vibrating with giddiness as he led you over to his candle lit dance floor.

He took a moment to take in your appearance. You wore your favorite outfit, the one he knew made you feel confident and beautiful. This time though you donned his signature royal purple. It was a subtle detail but it still made his heart flutter that you would put thought into something on that small a scale, just for him. You were stunning.

“May I have the pleasure of this dance, my queen?” he asked, bowing deeply, while extending one hand to you.

“Of course, my king,” you giggled, accepting his hand, and giving a mock curtsey.

The familiar feeling of your hand in his made butterflies rise in your stomach, still after all this time. His free arm wrapped around your waist, and yours draped across his shoulders; pulling you together in the typical ballroom position.

You both drifted elegantly across the roof to the slow, romantic, violin music. The cool evening breeze blew through your hair, and your collective laughter filled the cloudy night sky. You danced together for what felt like hours, though in truth it was no more than 45 minutes. The conversation soon turned to the familiar playful jabs and light teasing you 2 were known for.

The witty banter between the 2 of you was something you both thoroughly enjoyed, he the stimulation you provided, and you the challenge he presented. You intrigued him, you always had. Though when you first met, Donnie saw you as an annoyance, a fascinating one, but an annoyance nonetheless. You had been an insufferable distraction introduced to his tediously created world by his brothers, and April. Slowly though his intrigue became fondness as he got to know you more deeply. And fondness became affection. While he did not understand these feelings, and they scared him, he wanted nothing more than to explore them with you.

You had been determined from the word go to charm your way past Donnie’s defenses. He was like no one you had ever met, and you wanted to see who he truly was behind his emotionally unavailable bad boy image he so flawlessly maintained.

Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined falling for him, and he doing the same for you.

Donnie was your biggest crush, your first love, and first serious boyfriend. Sure you had dated a couple guys in your highschool years so far, but none of them gave you butterflies the way Donnie did.

You could only hope that ridiculous saying wasn’t true, and that some things would last forever.

So caught up in your own private piece of heaven you both failed to notice how the air had grown heavy, and the wind had picked up. A sudden drop of water landing rather unceremoniously on your nose startled you both. Another landed on Donatello. Another fell on the wick of one of the candles, extinguishing the flame with a sizzle. And then another fell, and another, and another, and another until the sky let loose a torrential downpour.

No! It wasn’t supposed to rain for several more hours! Donnie had planned for you both to be back at your respective homes long before it started. He had planned all this, calculated it down to the second. How could he have screwed it up so badly?!

He scurried over to the stairwell access, flinging the door open, and stepping inside to hide from the obnoxiously large droplets. He looked out over the rooftop, feeling utterly gutted as the music came to an abrupt halt. His surprise for you was ruined. You would surely be disappointed.

Only you didn’t seem disappointed at all. You stood smiling, laughing, as the last of the orange candle light flickered out, surrounded by the water. You hadn’t run to find shelter like he had. No, instead you twirled about in the rain, its drumming sound the beat you followed and swayed to.

“Tello! Come dance with me!” You called, a smile so vibrant on your lips it could light up the entire city.

“In the rain?” His absolutely astonished voice rang across the roof, slightly higher in pitch than normal.

“In the rain!” You beamed at him, holding out a hand.

Your hair was a dripping wet mess, your clothes clung to you in a way that would surely be uncomfortable later, and droplets of the cool liquid rolled off your face. Yet Donnie thought you couldn’t look more beautiful. Well, if a dance in the rain was what his queen desired, who was he to deny her that wish?

A grin spread across his face as he stepped out of his safe haven, shivering a bit as the cold rain hit his skin, and made his way to you. He grasped your hand tightly, and spun you into him. Your eyes widened and a laugh escaped your lips as he did.

“As you wish, my dear,” he grinned down at you, admiration and devotion shining in his eyes,” Play All of Me by John Legend.”

The song began to play softly in the background as you swayed with each other. The city's lights glittered around you both like a thousand diamonds, though its beauty could not compare to you in the slightest in his heart.

You pulled a strand of hair away from where it was clinging to your jaw, and giggled. Slightly embarrassed you tilted your face downwards, jeez, what was your boyfriend going to think of your appearance?

“I’m sure I look like a drowned rat,” you smiled, flinging the invading strand over your shoulder.

“Trust me, you are much prettier than Papa after being the unfortunate victim of one of Mikey’s water balloon attacks,” Donnie joked, lifting your chin so your eyes met his.

“Awww, Dee I’m flattered! You really think I’m pretty?” a mischievous grin creeping onto your lips.

“You look perfect,” Donnie mumbled under his breath.

“You’re pretty handsome yourself, Donatello,” you cooed.

“You heard that?!” Donnie nearly shrieked, his cheeks flushing in horror,” I didn’t mean for you to hear…”

This time it was his turn to bow his head in utter humiliation. You sighed and gently shook your head at him. Smiling lovingly, your boyfriend was the most adorable thing in the world to you. It wasn’t often he became flustered, and you took great pride in being one of the few people who could elicit this kind of reaction from him. You slowly moved your hands to rest on either side of his face, careful not to startle the purple clad turtle, and gently pulled his face up so he was looking you in the eyes.

“Donnie, you don’t have to pretend your feelings don’t exist, or bury them so deep they will never see the light of day. I know you aren’t good with expressing your emotions, but I need you to know the last thing I want you to do is hide yourself from me. This is a safe space, so when you’re ready please share what you’re thinking and feeling. No judgment here, I promise. Please don’t be ashamed. Just like the song says, ‘All of me loves all of you. All your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me, I’ll give my all to you.’ We’re a team, darling. You and me forever, so please stop hiding yourself from me,” your eyes looked deep into his.

He searched them for a moment. You kept those beautiful irises soft, like an open book, just for him. Adoration and tenderness swirled in them, adoration and tenderness you only held for him.

He sighed and smiled softly, lovingly, in a way only you could make him smile.

“Being in love with you is the most natural thing in the world, it’s like breathing. And you, you loved me even when I could not love myself. You showed me what romantic love truly is. And for that I shall be forever grateful, my dear. These things I feel for you are….terrifying, but I cannot think of anyone I would rather feel them for. I trust you, feel completely safe with you. And just when I think these feelings cannot run any deeper, they do. I’ve neve felt so……captivated by someone before. I have cherished every moment of the last year. I - I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he paused before taking a deep breath, his arms wrapping around your waist a little tighter, and his face inched closer to yours,” And I….I love you, Y/N.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He had never opened up this much when it came to his feelings for you. This was the first time he said he loved you.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your lips brushing against his.

Donnie suddenly closed the distance between the 2 of you, his lips pressed against yours, and a 3 fingered hand tangling itself in the wet strands of your hair. Fireworks went off in your mind, and your heart felt as though it was going to explode. Eyes wide, you stood frozen for a moment before melting into his touch. This was everything you could have ever dreamed of for your first kiss. For a time, everything was perfect. Pure unadulterated ecstasy ran through your veins as you relished in the soft touch of his lips on yours. The kiss seemed to last forever and you were both disappointed when you had to break apart for air as your lungs began to burn.

Neither of you could seem to find your words after you parted, so you settled for simply wrapping your arms around him, and burying your face in the crook of his neck as you both began to gently sway again. All of Me was still softly playing in the background. You knew from now one you would always associate tonight with the tune, and more than likely it would be deemed your song. It was perfect, the lyrics fit your relationship so well. All of this was magical.

Well, if Donnie wanted to give you a fairytale evening, he had absolutely succeeded. This was better than anything you could have dreamed of, and you would be dreaming of it for the rest of your life.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!donnie x reader #save rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #fluff #dancing in the rain

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Try A Little Harder

Summary: Jack is used to not hearing no, whether it’s for music or girls... especially girls. You however don’t care that he’s Jack Harlow and is telling you hi and that you’re pretty. He’s going to have to try a little harder.

A/N: This came to me after jack said in an interview that he likes when girls are a bit more harder to obtain and he finds it a turn on when they diss him lmao. He’s such a Pisces.

“And who’s party is this again? Which rapper are you f*cking today?” You playfully joked as you walked into the dark club, “You know I didn’t come to LA to party.”

Your friend laughed, “What exactly did you come to LA for then?”

“Work.”

It was true, you weren't a fan of Los Angeles. It had to be your least favorite place in the world but every once in a while you were forced on a plane to the forsaken place. It helped that your best friend lived there and that it was warm but overall Los Angeles just wasn't the place for you.

Your friend gave you a look which made you smile before responding, “And you of course.”

“Aw Y/N, you’re too sweet. My best friend in the entire world.”

You shook your head, “Uh-uh. You’ve gotten me to stay way longer than I intended to. I want to go home. Plus I’m here, which you know me, you know that I really love you if I’m here.”

Here happens to be a party, full of people who know people and so on. You know people of notoriety are here because Zack Bia propped up on a small stage DJing and laughing with a crowd beside him. You’re sure that the Insta girl you dislike is somewhere around here which makes you automatically want to go home.

“I can’t do Instagram girls.” You say with a sourness to your tone.

Mila your friend nods, “I was hoping she wouldn’t be here but since Drake’s here of course she is.”

You and Mila are not mean girls by any means but when people do you wrong or talk crap about you, it’s easy to be mean back. Especially to girls who show no type of respect.

“Are you actually in LA or do my eyes deceive me?” Drake cheeses as he spots you, instantly engulfing you in a hug, “Mila you got the princess here?”

Mila laughs, “She’s here for work supposedly.”

Drake had always been nice and a really good friend. A lot of people who even experience one-fifth of his fame let it get to their head but not Drake, through everything he’s stayed pretty humble for his level of fame and a great friend.

You nod, “I am… I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Tell her to stay, Aubrey! Tell her! I’m so lonely here.” Mila whines, which makes you laugh.

Drake just laughs, before waving someone over to us.

You turn spotting a tall white man talking to the group of girls you despise entirely. You can feel your bitch face appearing as he walks up right next to you, someone who willingly hangs out and chooses to talk to those girls doesn’t seem like someone you’d want to talk to.

“It was nice seeing you Aubrey, come visit in New York.” You give him a quick hug before trying to walk away.

“Wait Y/N, this is Jack… You know Jack right? Jack Harlow. We just dropped a song together, I spent last weekend with him in Kentucky. Jack, this is Y/N.” Drake has a mischievous smile on his face as he introduces the two of you.

You give Jack a look, the smirk he has on his face already annoying you. “Nice to meet you Y/N.”

“Right,” You mumble, before turning back to Drake. “I mean it. Come and visit me.”

Jack and Drake watch as you walk away, Mila right behind you. “Damn. What did you do to her to completely diss you like that?”

Jack licks his lips a bit, shrugging. “I don’t know but… that kinda turned me on. It’s been a while since anyones acted like that with me.”

Drake gave Jack a look before laughing, “Oh man Y/N isn’t one of those girls that plays hard to get. WHen she doesn't like someone she doesn't like someone.”

Jack’s smile instantly fell, “Man what the hell did I do?”

You turn to Mila, grabbing a drink from the bar. “Jack Harlow? The rapper? Was I supposed to be amazed?”

Jack Harlow, you knew of Jack Harlow and unlike everyone else he didn’t really intrigue you… at all. You heard his name more than anyones though in the last week with the release of his album.

“Oh shit, he’s coming over here.” Mila looked over your shoulder.

You turned around confused, coming face to face with his chest, before looking up at his face.

“Hi.” He smiled.

You looked back at him and then at Mila who was smiling at the situation, then back to him. “Can I help you?”

“You’re hurting my feelings Y/N.” Jack spoke, his accent peaking through.

You laughed, tilting your head. “Do I know you?”

He shrugged, “Maybe. I mean I’ve only been trending on everything since my album came out.”

“Not too much on the cockiness Jack, it’s not as attractive as you think.” You hummed, looking over his shoulder at the Insta girls eyeing you both down, “Shouldn’t you be back over there?”

Jack doesn’t care to even turn around, “I like it over here though.”

“I don’t like you over here though, you’re taking up all my air.”

“You can have it all, I’ll hold my breath.”

You let out a laugh, not being able to hold back the smile any longer. “You don't quit do you?”

Jack shakes his head, “Not for anything. I want to know why you don’t like me?”

“Like I said, I don't know you.”

Jack leans in closer, bending down to your ear. “Then get to know me.”

You smirk, taking a step back. “I’m sure that’s worked on multiple women but you’re gonna have to do a little more than that. Goodnight Jack.”

Jack couldn’t stop thinking about you. As soon as you walked into the party, a mean mug on your face but a smile appearing as soon as your friend began talking to you he just knew he had to have you; had to talk to you; had to know you.

It felt like fate to him when you walked up to Drake, it gave him a way in to talk to you. A quick text sent to Drake while he was talking to you to get him to introduce the two of you. It was all supposed to be easy until the two of you locked eyes for the first time and you looked anything but pleased and then you just dismissed him like nothing.

You’re gonna have to do a little more than that…

Jack could play that game, and he could play it well.

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You were so happy to be home, to be back in your bed and back on east coast time. You had a surprising amount of fun and you loved being with Mila but there was just no place like home.

“Uhm Y/N, were you expecting flowers?” Your roommate knocked on you door, walking in with a huge bouquet of tulips.

Your eyes widened and a smile appeared on your face as you took the bouquet of flowers into your hands, “No but these are my favorite so even if they aren't mine I’m not giving them back.”

“No they’re yours, says your name and everything on this note.”

“Note?” You question, picking up the card and reading, “Y/N you said I had to try harder… I’m not a dumbass, I know your favorite flowers aren't gonna cut it but it's a start. I’m in New York for some business and I would really love to take you to dinner tonight… I’m sending a car later on at 8 if you feel like coming or not. I hope you do… Love, Jack. AKA dude from the party in case you didn’t remember.”

“Who’s Jack? Did you meet someone in LA? Y/N you have to tell me, you hardly ever date!” Your friend feels giddy with excitement for you.

“Jack, like uhm… Jack Harlow.” You bury your face in your hands as Noelle gets even more excited.

“Of fucking course you go to Los Angeles for a couple days and come home with one of-- if not thee hottest rapper out right now begging you for a date!”

“Noelle, calm down. He’s cocky… like really cocky and I’m sure he’s only doing this because he hasn’t heard no in forever.” You shake your head, “I’m not going.”

Silence takes over the two of you.

“Okay but he’s so cute Y/N, and he’s smitten I can tell just by that card!”

You furrow your brows. But is he really? Is Jack Harlow really so smitten with you that he found you somehow in New York and wants to take you out? He even went out of his way by finding out your favorite flowers. He sure is biting a bullet by sending a car for you and him waiting for you wherever alone.

“F*ck it.” You shrug, laughing at Noelle’s dramatic reaction to you agreeing to a date with Jack.

Within a few hours you find yourself standing in front of the full length mirror in your room, observing the outfit you chose, the makeup you had on and the way your hair was styled. You purposely chose not to go all out.

“Miss Y/L/N.” The driver in front of your building asked, opening the door to the blacked out cadillac.

“Thank you,” You smiled as you slipped into the backseat of the car watching as the driver closed the door and got into the driver’s seat before taking off. You leaned forward, “You don’t happen to know what Mr. Harlow has in planned do you?”

The driver chuckled, “Not a clue ma’am he wouldn’t let me know because he knew you’d ask and he thinks that because I am a softie I would tell you.”

You laugh along, “Well would you have?”

“Oh of course Miss Y/L/N.” He nods, “But I assure you Mr. Harlow is a nice guy and he doesn’t do this at all really so he must like you a lot.”

The rest of the car ride is quiet besides the soft sound of music coming from the radio, you watch out the window as the car crosses into Brooklyn and then into what looks like an abandoned lot.

The car stops, you feel confused as you get out of the car and see Jack standing there with a smile on his face.

“Thanks for dropping her off Lenny, I’ll text when we’re ready.” Jack says bidding the driver off, before turning back to you. “Hi.”

You smile, looking around. “Are you going to murder me?”

“No Y/N. I’m not gonna murder you.” Jack laughs, shaking his head. “I’m glad you decided to come.”

You shrug, “Well you know I didn’t want you waiting out here all night, that’s just mean.”

Jack holds his hand out, “You ready?”

You walk ahead, choosing to be a little more hard to get. “Where are we?” You look around watching Jack just shake his head with a smirk.

“Follow me.”

You do so, following someone you don’t know at all into a dark building not even being able to see your own feet. “Jack, it’s really dark.”

You feel his hand interlock with yours and this time you don’t hesitate to squeeze back, instantly getting closer to him. “I got you, I got you. The switch is right around---”

Suddenly all the lights in the building are and your eyes widen at the scenery. “Holy sh*t.”

It’s an old movie theater, really old and beautiful. You look up at Jack finally noticing how close the two of you are which causes you to step back quickly. “This place is gorgeous.”

Jack nods, “It was built in the 1920’s but didn’t open until mid 1930’s and it stood open until maybe late 50’s and then it was shut down until the beginning of June 1985 when it held the New York Premiere for The Goonies.”

You look back at Jack surprised, “How do you---”

“You tell a lot of people that your favorite movie is The Goonies.” Jack smiles.

“How the heck did you even find all of this out? How were you even able to rent this place out?” There's just no way Jack did this for you, there was no way.

“Finding out your favorite movie was easy, finding this place was a little harder and getting them to give up the place for a night was even harder. Getting them to show the original film they got from the premiere now that was almost impossible.”

“Jack you didn’t.”

“You told me to try a little harder and I’m tryin’ Y/N, I do really like you.” Jack rubs at the back of his beck.

“You like how I look, but you don’t know me enough to like me.” You mumble, “You all think you like me but you don’t. You like my instagram, you like my photos, the way I look at parties but you don’t like me.”

Jack shakes his head walking up closer to you, “I like that you say your favorite color is periwinkle because in middle school you didn’t want to be basic and say your favorite color is purple. I like that your favorite book is Anne of Green Gables because your elementary school librarian recommended it to you and it made you fall in love with reading. I like that your favorite movie is The Goonies because you always wanted to go on an adventure and find lost treasure, and that your senior quote was Goonies never say die. I like that if you scroll down all the way to the bottom of your instagram, ten posts in a row are of you singing horribly loud at a Taylor Swift concert. I like that even though you probably didn’t really want to come, one of your reasons to come was the thought of me standing alone waiting for you.”

“How did you get all of this within 46 hours?” You smile so hard, your cheeks begin to hurt.

“Mila.” Jack blushes.

You bite at your lip, “You named your album Come Home The Kids Miss You because your fans commented that on all your pictures. The earliest memory you have of rap is your mom buying late registration by Kanye and playing it in the car for you. Even though people call you an industry plant, if you really dive deep you can see that it’s not true and you’ve completed every step to get where you are. You and your mom look identical it’s endearing and you need to start wearing your glasses again because the lazy eye is lazying.”

“Stalker.” Jack smirks.

“Same to you.” You smirk back.

“You wanna watch The Goonies now because we got like two hours top before they kick us out of this place.” Jack points back to the seating area and the snack bar.

You walk up ahead, grabbing a thing of popcorn. “You couldn’t pay for three hours?”

“If you give me a second date I will.” Jack cheeses.

You roll your eyes playfully sitting down on one of the red seats, “Tell them to play the movie Jackman.”

Jack turns back to the small room the projection is coming out of, “Hey you guuuuuuys!”

“Horrible impersonation.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x you #come home the kids miss you #the goonies is by far one of the best movies ever made

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The New Intern

A shorter chapter, set three months after Escape Attempt Last

Heckin' big shoutout to @whumped-by-glitter for helping me talk out some plot points and develop my OCs' struggles a little better, you're awesome for that!

TW/CW: minor whump, pet whump, physical abuse towards a minor (mentioned)

“So, I come home today,” Thomas began, drinking and playing pool with his underboss, consigliere, and capos late at night. “Exhausted from negotiating with that upstart gang on the East Side, stressing about our loss of gambling revenue from our partners, and generally just on edge, and what do I come home to find?” The billiard balls clattered discordantly across the table, rolling around on their haphazard trajectories. “Khaled, that little shit, had left all the taps on! Every last one! My apartment, flooded!” He threw back another shot as he let Luca have a turn at the pool table. “And after I finished beating him black and blue, the only excuse the boy could give was ‘I was bored!’ Can you believe that? Bored?!” he complained.

The rest of the guys exchanged terse glances between themselves.

“Well,” the Boss snapped, “I know you want to say something, so say it! We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”

“Fine then, friend,” Consigliere Michael answered, “You’re an idiot if you didn’t see this coming!”

“I agree,” Jaime chimed as he threw back his shot. “The poor kid has been cooped up in your home, by himself, all day, for the past fifteen months; we’re all honestly surprised something like this hasn’t happen sooner!”

“Nobody would keep a dog in a cage all day,” Michael added, striking the cue ball into his intended targets. Thomas winced at the blunt comparison. He’s not wrong, though, he realized.

“Tom, buddy, we’ve known you your whole life, practically,” Luca appealed. “Some of us even knew you in those years, and we still stuck by you. We know you got him as a sort of penitence exercise, but we think you’re smart enough to know it is not enough for you to just keep him alive.” Meanwhile, Jaime chalked up the tip of his cue, then leaned over to make his shot. “The boy needs to see other people, to have structure, to be surrounded by English-speakers if his language proficiency is ever going to improve!”

Jaime sent the billiard balls clacking across the table. Thomas sighed, realizing (a little too late) that they were completely right. “Well, what do you suppose I do? It’s not like I can just bring him to work with me, right?”

“Gentlemen, this is Khal, my new intern. He is going to be working closely with me for the foreseeable future.”

Khaled bristled beside him, feeling uncomfortable in the stiffly pressed black dress shirt and black slacks. Every eye in his master’s conference room was on him. Those that knew who he was arched their brows as they gave their Boss sly smiles of approval. Those that did not know who he was pared him down with their scrutinizing glares. He gave a curt nod, acknowledging the crowd of high-ranking members of the Organization. He replayed the Rules in his head as he tuned out the rest of the meeting. Lucky for me, Master only has a few: one, when invited to sit, sit on the floor, preferably at Master’s feet. He briefly paused his recitation to wonder just how much Rule One would be enforced while at work, with other people watching. Two, speak only when spoken to, especially at work. Three, speak English only. And the new Rules, he remembered, made specifically for their new circumstances: only refer to Master as ‘Boss’ or ‘Sir’ while I’m at work with him, and tell no one what I truly am. As far as they know, I am his intern, I was hired through a temp agency, and that is all they need to know.

“Khal…Khaled!”

He snapped back into the present, only to see Master –Boss, he meant –staring at him expectantly. His heartbeat quickened as he realized he zoned out longer than he intended to. Of course, there was the ever-present unspoken Rule, the Rule above all other Rules:

‘Don’t embarrass me.’

He gulped down the dryness in his throat. “S-sir?”

“Come on, I need to show you the rest of the office,” Boss said. Khaled looked around the conference room; nearly everyone had filed out at this point, leaving him dumbly standing on the far end of the room as the Boss gestured impatiently out the door. Wordlessly, he offered a quick nod and hung his head as he followed him.

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#a bridge of sorts #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #tw minor whump #pet whump #tw physical abuse #only mentioned though #no beta we die like my protestant upbringing

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mangekyuou · 1 year

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Hii! Can I please request a Corazon, Ace and Law scenario where they catch their s/o touching themselves (nsfw obviously) I love your work!! Ty ♡♡♡

✸ headcanons % when they catch you touching yourself.

✸ characters! . . . corazon, ace & law.

✸ cw(s)! . . . nsfw. gn!reader. no pronouns used. masturbation. voyeurism. not proofread. minors dni.

✸ notes! . . . first time i’ve gotten the chance for write for rosi, hope i did okay. thank you for the love !! also thank you so much for requesting !!

immediately he feels something is off. he told you he would be back today, did you forget?

well, he was home a good four hours before he said he would be. he tells himself that you were probably out taking care of errands

with a small pout, because he has yet to see you, he walks toward your shared bedroom

though his pout disappears the moment he hears your shallow moans and heavy breathing from inside the bedroom through the door that was slightly ajar

he’s nosy curious, he won’t rest until he at least got a tiny peek. through the small opening, he caught a glimpse of you, sprawled out on the bed, head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, your chest rapidly rising and falling

he can’t take his eyes off you. he knows he shouldn’t be. this was wrong! all he had to do was just...walk away and pretend he didn’t see anything.

more importantly act as if his pants weren’t getting tighter every moment he took in your naked form, palming himself through the rough fabric

but who was he kidding? he fumbled over the button and zipper of his pants, in a rush to pull his dick out

his little game of voyeurism didn’t last much longer, rosi somehow stumbling over his feet right into the bedroom, alerting you

actually, it was you who caught him with his pants down...quite literally

rosi immediately tries to apologize for creeping on you. though he can’t really find a believable excuse for his pants being at his knees

you may have just possibly learned a new kink of his

little fucker

ace wasn’t supposed to be home for another few days. but he wanted to surprise you. he hadn’t done that in awhile

though he would have never imagined you’d surprise him when he got back with quite the sight

he leaned against the open door frame, hands shoved into his pockets, and that smirk on his face, taking in the sight of you

lost in pleasure, you didn’t even see him at the doorway

not until you heard him clear his throat, knocking you out of your own world and bringing you back to the present. you quickly cover yourself with the nearest pillow

finally, you see him sitting down at the foot of your shared bed, that smirk still on his face

he’s relishing in your embarrassment. he reaches out to stroke your thigh, inching further and further up your body. he watches you melt under his touch. oh how he loves how your body responds to him

“i’d be more than willing to give you a hand...pun intended”

prepare for a lot of teasing. he isn’t going to let you live this down for another two weeks

when law tells you he’s leaving to do something important, you expect him to be gone for weeks or months.

and he would just reappear in your life when he was ready, with no sort of warning at all, which is how he caught you in this position

back arched off of your bed, eyes wired shut, lost in your pleasureful race to your end, a string of curses fell from your lips, accompanied by whines of his names

his name sounded so lovely falling from your tongue, it brought a sly smirk to his face

law will not say anything at all, leaning against the door frame next to the door, arms folded across his chest, his yellow eyes boring into your naked body

he wants you to see him standing there

when you reach your peak and catch your breath, you finally see him. you reached for the comforter to cover your body

you just watch as he enters the room, approaching the bed, approaching you. he lifted your chin with the pad of his finger, forcing your eyes to meet his lust-filled ones “don’t get all embarrassed now, you were just enjoying yourself, right?”

his lecherous gaze was enough to send chills down your spine. his finger trailing down your neck to the comforter, allowing his entire hand to grip the fabric to throw it off of you to reveal your naked body to him once more

“you wouldn’t mind doing it again, huh?”

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crystalsnow95z · 8 months

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I hardly feel Car sick, but I felt it today on my way home from being out with my friends and started to write while the feeling is still fresh in my mind. Choosing Taehyung because his personality is the closest to mine.

Written without editing

Tw: Vom*t and meantion of blood.

"Taehyung-Ah? Are you okay? You're shaking.." Jimin's voice startled me, and I try to turn to face him, but as soon as I look away from the horizon my stomach tightens, making my mouth fill with saliva that I quickly swallow down before I answer him.

"I don't fe.feel well.." My voice comes out soft, with a small stutter. I feel like I'm sweating, but when I try to wipe my forehead I feel nothing. Even with the AC blowing on my cheeks I feel too hot. I roll up my jacket sleeves as far as they'll go, a small burp escaping.

"Oh no, Taetae, do you need something to get sick in?" Jimin starts looking for something, but I shake my head. I didn’t want to throw up. Not in the car with Hobi-hyungie.. I just wanted to lay down, but when I looked at the GPS it said we still had another twenty minutes. My stomach cramped up even more.

Jimin reaches over to roll down the window, the air whipping my hair against my cheeks. The fresh air did nothing to help my stomach. I try to find the button to close it, but the nausea made me feel dizzy, unable to focus."Please Jimin-ah..close it.." My voice comes out more whiny than I intended, worrying Jimin more than I wanted."

"I'm sorry Tae.." Jimin quickly rolls it back up.

"Do you want me to pull over?" Hobi-hyung asks softly.

"No.. no I don't.." My voice trailed off, laying my head against Jimins shoulder as my vision turned hazy, the contents of my stomach pushing up, but not quite reaching up my throat.

Jimin rubs his hand across my belly, trying to help ease the pain. "You might feel better if you let it out, Baby. There's a gas station up ahead.. we can stop."

When Hobi-hyung turns, it sends my stomach over the edge, the acid tang filling my mouth but i quickly swallow it down, the shakiness only getting more intense. "J-jimin.." My voice comes out as a trembling whisper. "I..I'm gon.." I get cut off by my own gagging.

"Hobi-hyungie is pulling over. Just wait another minute, okay?" Jimin strokes my hair gently. He tries to speak calmly, but I can hear the panicked undertone.

As soon as the car stops, I scramble out the door, falling onto the gravel when my knees refuse to hold my weight. I couldn't wait any longer.

"Taehyungie!" Jimin grabs underneath my armpits the slow down my fall, but I can still feel the sting of the rocks digging into my skin. It was nothing compared to the pain I felt when my stomach violently pushed up the cheeseburgers we only ate an hour earlier, my stomach only feeling more queasy when I heard the splash on the rocks.

If it wasn't for Jimin holding me up, I would fall forward onto the pile of gross that was coloring the gray pebbles. I felt weak, unable to even breathe as my body tenses up, pushing up another mouthful spraying across the ground.

"It's okay, you're okay.. just let it up, and you'll feel better, Tae.." Jimin coos softly by my ear, rubbing by back as my stomach pushes up more. I feel too hot, even with the cool breeze hitting my skin and the ground looks like it's moving, everything having a green haze. I feel like I'm gonna faint..I'm so dizzy..

"Jim..Jiminah..." I have no idea why I was calling his name.. he was already doing all he could. Jimin just runs his hand across my back in bigger circles, continuing to tell me it's okay.

It felt like it would never end, my side forming a painful stitch from my muscles working overtime to push up everything left in me. Another burp comes, more half digested food coming up.

"Taehyungie you have to breathe..can you do that for me baby?" It was Hobi-hyung, his voice coming from somewhere behind me. I try to take in deep breaths, but when I dry more heaves come, but this time nothing comes up but foamy saliva.

"I..i...i..." I try to speak but my voice comes out too shaky and another heave stops it, this time only a small string of spit coming up. My muscles screamed in pain and I silently prayed for it to end, closing my eyes to try to fight off the vertigo that blurred my vision.

Jimin drags me backwards, moving me to lay against his chest, wrapping his arms around me. "Breathe...Breathe Tae, you're done..You're done baby..just take a few breaths.."

This time, when I try, I manage it getting a few deep breaths in before another gag comes, but still nothing coming up.

"That's it Tae, just breathe.." I feel Hobi-hyung caressing my hair. I open my eyes to look at him, noticing he looks pallor. "I-im sorry Hyung..i..i..tried not to.."

"Don't worry about that. It's not your fault you got sick.. just try to relax." Hyung speaks softly. "Do you think you can stand up so you can lay down in the car?"

I slowly sit up, feeling weak and shaky. "I..I don't know."

I feel Jimin slowly stand, keeping one hand on my waist, the other across my back. "Come on, nice as easy..I got you.."

I wince when I feel the sting in my knees sucking in my breath.

"Oh, Taehyungie, you're bleeding.." Jimin gently brushes the rocks off my cut-up knees. "Let's get you to the car.. I think we have a first aid kit in the glove box.."

Both Jimin and Hyungie help me into a laying position in the back seat, my legs hanging out of the car. Laying down was helping with the feverish dizzy feeling, but the muscles around my tummy still hurt with every breath.

Jimin goes around to the other side, sliding in and pulling my head into his lap. "My poor baby.. you're still sweating.." he wipes my forehead with a tissue, then wipes the corners of my mouth. "It's okay, no one's mad at you. We're just worried.. that's all. Do you want some water?"

I shake my head. I didn't want to sit up to drink. I still felt dizzy, and I could still feel myself trembling.

"Taehyungie I'm going to clean up your wounds okay? It might sting.." Hobi-hyung's voice comes from by my legs.

"Okay.." I reach for Jimins hand, gritting my teeth when I feel the sting of the disinfectant touch my knees. "Mmm.." I let out a low hum as he cleans up my knees, trying to do it as gently as he could.

Jimin rubs his thumb across my knuckle as I gently squeeze his hand. "It'll stop in a minute, Tae." He tells me in a soft, soothing tone.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm finished.. just let me put on some band aids and it's over.." hyung sticks three bandaids per knee to try to cover up every wound. By the time he's finished, the nausea dies down to just an uncomfortable ache.

"There.. all done Tae. How are you feeling?" Hobi-Hyung asks, gently rubbing my thigh.

"I'm okay now..I'm just tired.." I slowly sit up, pulling my feet in the car. "I'm ready to meet up with the others..They're probably wondering what's taking us so long."

"Are you sure Tae? We can wait a few more minutes if you need it. I can call Namjoon-ah."

I shake my head. "I'm okay..Jiminie could you get the gum from my bag?"

Jimin gets it from the front pocket of my backpack without question. "Here Taehyungie." He takes out a piece, popping it into my mouth. The minty flavor helps get the awful taste from my mouth and gets rid of the last bit of the icky feeling from my tummy.

"Thanks, Jiminie.." I lay my head against his shoulder. "I think I'm going to try to sleep a bit.."

"Here Taehyungie you have to spit out the gum first baby.." Jimin puts a napkin by my face, and I spit the gum into it.

Hoba-hyung gets in the front seat again, and thankfully, when the car starts to move,my stomach behaves, allowing me to sleep dozing off the rhythmic strokes of Jimin rubbing my sore stomach...

(Sorry it's on the shorter side. I ran out of time. Next story will be longer)

#bts #bts sickfic #bts sickie #bts taehyung #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts drabble #bts fanfic #tw vomit #bts emeto #sick boy #caretaker!jimin

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sweet-flower-dreams · 1 year

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Hi! I'm here with a request! Arashi x fem reader who always loves wearing dress and skirts. But when they go on a date the reader wears a suit and acts like a gentleman. This has been on my for like a month or so. I hope this is oke have a nice day. :D

Lipstick Stains on White Collars

A. Narukami x F! Reader

Info: you take pride in being cute and fashionable, but what about handsome?

Warnings: none ?

Character(s): Arashi Narukami

“Y/N!! Your outfit is so pretty today~~”

Arashi would rather die than go a day without complementing you.

She finds you so cute, it would be a travesty to not tell you! She can’t help but look forward to seeing what you’re wearing that day, and she feels a little giddy when you ask for outfit advice. She also can’t help but buy you all sorts of cute clothes to match with her!! Couple outfits are definitely one of her favorite things ever because you both just look so good… She really regards you as such a cutie!

On dates, you always seem to surprise her. No matter where you go, you’re always so well dressed. Be it that you wore some super cute street wear on a walk, or a princess dress to a picnic. Arashi can bring her fair share of spontaneity, but you really take it above and beyond.

….

“Hey, Naru? We should go out today!”

“Ooh how exciting!”

With another day of work at ES coming to an end, you bid your darling a quick goodbye before rushing home. What will you wear this time? Maybe a lace top and shorts, or a dress gifted to you a while ago. So many options but nothing is really clicking… until you see a satin-y purple peaking out behind all the chiffon and ruffles! Izumi picked a suit out for you “for closet diversity” on your birthday, you thought you would never wear it. Turns out he knew what he was doing! The suit was well tailored, so you had no problems putting on by yourself. It was so nice to finally wear the reason Izumi kept randomly measuring you… it was kind of weird. You were so excited you didn’t even think about the possibility of being overdressed.

Honestly though? Who really cares!

“Oh my goodness… Y/N you actually wore it?! You look so… handsome? Pretty? Ahh you just look so wonderful!”

You were well aware the suit would do it for her, but you didn’t think she’d be this pleased with it. Arashi could help but trail her hands across your shoulders, over the high quality fabric. She was so used to you looking super cute, but handsome Y/N? That’s a whole other conversation. It really made her flustered when you started acting like a knight almost! Claiming your only being chivalrous to a lovely lady such as herself,

You both settled on a nice restaurant to go to, but even then she could not keep her eyes off of you. The whole time she had a rosy energy about her that you couldn’t help but share. After dinner, you thought you would take some pictures since you both looked so nice! Arashi, with her baby blue three-piece pant suit, and you in your fancy suit… I mean come on who wouldn’t want a picture?

Arashi wanted a very specific kind of picture for herself though. After you got your nice post-worthy shots, she pulled you by the tie and asked a silly little question.

“You don’t mind if I dirty your collar a bit, right?”

You, who was none the wiser to her mischief, said of course not! Of course you didn’t mind, you could just wash it off right?

Then Miss Arashi Narukami, giggling to herself all the while, landed a bunch of red lipstick kisses all over your face! Not just that, she got a couple on your neck and collar. Red lipstick! You’re either gonna have great time washing that out or just never wear it again… but I mean is that so bad? Maybe, depending on who you are. (Izumi will not be happy.)

While you were still dazed from her little stunt, she took a few selfies with you… which may or may not end up on her private insta/ close friends story. Have fun explaining this…

A/N: this went on a bit longer than intended but I love my girl sm… LITERALLY WHEN I GOT THIS ASK I STARTED GIGGLING I LOVE ARASHI SM. she’s my 4lifer. anyways hope u enjoyed this! I enjoyed writing it way too much, so I hope it’s good >_<

#enstars x reader #enstars #lumi scribbles #arashi narukami #arashi narukami x reader #x f reader #arashi x reader #dearest request #enstars x female reader #girl on girl violence/j #I love getting asks abt my faves.#too sweet for life

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guideoftime · 3 months

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▴ — @nihlkahn ft. @puxrlunae (you'll see why). [ ORAL ]: sender goes down on receiver.

Things in the house have been a bit tense. Most of it was Sheik’s fault, he had been avoiding both of them after what happened to Amaron, but it was slowly getting pieced back to a rather normal place for all of them. Sheik stopped working himself within an inch of his life and Amaron stopped avoiding going to bed with them. He had said they can’t keep avoiding each other, which meant him too. He couldn’t keep avoiding the bed and Sheik couldn’t keep avoiding his partners.

Emotional situations he can’t fight his way out of are difficult for him to process. He never had to. Sheik was taught to suppress everything to survive, not to process. So for him, processing intense emotional distressful situations is hard. It’s not an excuse for running from Amaron, but it’s the only explanation he can give for why. He knows he has to learn to handle situations like that better, and he will screw up again, but for now they needed to move on.

Which means trying to treat things normally.

And he is trying. With the way the bedroom is set up, Sheik is normally on Amaron’s left side. Which is now missing an appendage.

He has not slept.

He spends most of the night staring at his arm or his face, his mind running away with him, and given who Sheik is–that probably wouldn’t surprise either of his partners to find out. Kasus doesn’t need sleep so he was probably very aware of how Sheik spends most of the night. And it’s truly starting to catch up with him. Which was why, when he was alone one morning, he had made a potion Granny taught him to help sleep and headed to the bedroom. He figured he could drink it, lay down and just try and sleep. He might even be tired enough to not dream for once.

Potions to trigger sleep can have a wide range of side effects. They can make you sleep too long and unrousable, actually cause nightmares, or if too much is taken–keep you awake. The possible side effects in exchange for sleep didn’t sound too bad. He’ll take his chances.

At least he was intending to until the bedroom door was shoved open and his gaze met Kasus’. Wasn’t he supposed to be helping Mutoh today? They were doing repairs on one of the older houses in Kakariko Village. There’s also been an ongoing debate over the House of Skulltula. Sheik’s been listening to the drama over that with bright entertainment. He hates those people.

“Hi?”

His potion is stolen and Sheik tracks Kasus’ movement around the bedroom with amusement. Amusement that quickly dies when the deity moves to settle on the ground in front of him and asks what’s wrong. What a wide question. What isn’t wrong, truthfully? This man is so very tell that even kneeling in front of him his head reaches Sheik’s chest almost easily. It makes it very easy to push his fingers through Kasus’ hair though.

“I’m fine, I’m just tired.” And he is fine, it’s an adjustment and far too much of him is scared to press himself close to Amaron and hurt him. He’s been better, he’s talking with him and reminding him that Sheik still loves him. But the pain isn’t going to go away just because they tell themselves they have to move on. They might have a piece of a god inside them, they might live far longer than they should.

But they’re still breakable.

“I’ve told you before, I live in my head. It doesn’t turn off. I try and all I do is think more about things.” A small smile, the soft press of his lips. “You’re much better at the comforting thing than I am, in taking a terrible situation and moving on from it. On focusing on the person rather than the problem. I don’t know how to do that.” Or how to look at Amaron’s missing arm and not want to hate the world. An arm for his life, there should never be a chance in which that should be a choice.

It’s little thoughts like that which keep his mind awake. That has it spirling and overthinking, that has him watching Amaron at night and not sleeping. That has him worrying about being too close and accidentally hurting him. They might be irrational fears and thoughts, but they’re still there and he doesn’t want to bring them up to Amaron. What if it upsets him? Sheik just got past digging his husband into a pool of tears, he doesn’t want to make more problems.

He just wants things to be okay again.

And they mostly are, thanks to Kasus. He really doesn’t know what he would have done if the deity wasn’t here. He doesn’t even want to weigh the ideas of what would have happened if they didn’t have him. He knows it wouldn’t have been good. So much of their world revolves around him now, he has the heart and emotions to fix things where Sheik doesn’t know how to. To patch the holes that form instead of letting them get bigger.

He shifts a bit on the edge of the bed and works his fingers through Kasus’ hair, slipping out the hair stick he had made for him and setting it on the nightstand. Playing with hair helps calm Sheik, the action of doing something with his hands and a task to focus his mind on. The harp has the same effect, but Kasus is right here and he does love the deity’s hair. So he works his fingers through it, untangling the little knots that formed and even massaging his head a bit. He thinks it helps Kasus too, and that’s just an added benefit.

Did he really come all the way up here from helping Mutoh to steal Sheik’s sleep potion? What a bratty deity, he wouldn’t have drowned the entire thing, it’s not a red potion. He supposed his addictive tendencies with potions did make it a bit of a cause for alarm. He doesn’t think more on that though, just continues to start braiding Kasus’ hair from the angle that he has. After a while, as he has the top part perfectly braided, his heart does settle. It stops beating painfully in his chest and it seems a decent part of the anxiety clutching at him dwindled down too. Such a simple action and he can already feel a bit more stable, a bit less like he wants to claw his own chest open to just remove his heart.

He hums happily at the pretty start of the braid and begins working his way over the back of Kasus’ head. He was just thinking that eventually it would be hard to reach his hair when he felt the tunic he was wearing tugged on. Sheik had thrown on one of Kasus’ own to sleep in, just the tunic, he hadn’t bothered putting anything on beneath it, not with how long it was on him. As he holds the hair to keep it from unbraiding he leans back to ask what Kasus was doing when he feels the other’s moist, hot tongue drag along the underside of his penis.

A punched out breath leaves him quickly and the braid is abruptly forgotten, his hands instead grasping Kasus’ head as his eyes widened. Apparently, encouraged by his reaction, the other decided to repeat the action. Treating Sheik’s cock almost like it was a piece of candy, dragging his tongue along it repeatedly. Despite how hard he presses his lips together the action still draws a whimper from him and he can feel how his cock twitches in interest, starting to rise to the attention that it’s given.

Kasus’ hand slipped along his thigh, trailing gentle touches before finding its destination and wrapping around the base of his penis. His tongue returns again, circling around the head a few times and eliciting soft moans from the Sheikah. The other’s name slips from his mouth wantingly and then he feels those lips wrap around the head firmly as Kasus swallows him down.

Sheik’s hips pushed forward against him and he quickly found himself held back against the bed, his fingers tangling in the other’s hair as he gripped his head. He tries to not pull, not wanting to hurt him and his breath panted out of him as pleasure coursed through his body.

If this was his idea of tiring Sheik out instead of taking a potion–he’s absolutely fine with it.

“Kasus.” His head is definitely turned off, wrapped completely around the man in his lap dragging his mouth up and down along Sheik’s cock. All he can think about is the warn heat engulfing him and the skillful way his tongue danced along his stiff erection, eagerly consuming every inch of it. It’s so incredibly hard to keep himself still, to not just thrust into the mouth around him, and he can quickly feel his release approaching.

And the door opens again.

Sheik’s gaze instantly snapped over toward it, meeting Amaron’s own across the room. He can feel the way his body is stiffening, he tries to pull Kasus’ head off of him. “Amaron–” and he cried as he released into the other’s mouth.

#( cannot believe I just wrote this )#nsft cw #▴ — path / guide of time #▴ — the eye of truth / asks.#puxrlunae #lunarisdeus

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bebepac · 1 year

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Six Sentence Sunday 11.27.22

Dispite this Gif, no I’m not ready for Christmas at all. But I do have some Christmas Fics in the works.

Here’s what I’ve posted in the last week or so in case you missed it:

The Cordonian Arrangement: Dreams Broken Heart

Here’s what I’ve been writing on, nothing is finished yet of course, but you know. That’s how I roll, we’ll get to them eventually. Thank you for being part of my writing journey.

Original Post: 11/27/22 at 4:02PM EST.

Mood Music Monday Submission Song Inspiration: Silent Night by the Temptations Holiday Vibes The Book: TRR (no royals) Series: School Dayz Pairings: Liam x Riley Status: Still in the writing process

“Thanks for driving me to the mall today, and driving me around when Jaiden can’t.”

“It’s no problem, and I like driving you around, makes me feel manly.”

Liam’s face turned bright pink.

“I…..said that out loud didn’t I?”

“You did but it’s okay. I like that you’re adorkably honest with me.”

Riley’s face turned serious.

“You know sliding on the ice during the storm really scared me Liam.”

“I know it did, but I’m glad you and Taylor were okay. When I saw your Jeep…. My heart broke Riley. I was so worried you were hurt.”

Liam took her hand and held it.

“Dad said you could stay for dinner if you want.”

“He’s warming up to me don’t you think?”

“I mean as much as my dad can warm up to people.”

“Whoa…. Looks like he’s been busy.”

When they left the Brooks household that morning there was no Christmas decor up. Coming back that evening. Liam was flabbergasted.

He helped Riley bring her shopping bags inside the house.

“Whoa…. It looks like Santa threw up in here.”

“No Liam, tell me how you feel about the decorations.”

Taylor burst out laughing from the couch as Mr. Brooks stepped out into the foyer holding a string of Christmas lights.

“Damn Liam. Can you not step in it once?”

“Jai! Language!”

“I’m just not used to a lot of Christmas decorations. My family doesn’t really do holidays like this. I think it’s really nice.”

“Jason and I grew up in the foster care system, and holidays were hard when you were living in foster homes at the holidays. We both vowed if we ever had families, we would celebrate. It’s very important to us. So we go all out.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t meaning to make fun of the decorations.”

“Go help Riley put her presents away in her room, and you can come back and help us decorate.”

The Vampires Live On Part 3 The Book: TRR Series: N/A The Vampires Live On Part 1 / The Vampires Live On Part 2 Pairing: Liam x Riley Status: Still in the writing process

“I can’t believe we finally made it here.”

“I know, it’s been a very long time. Longer than I intended Riley, but I made good on my promise.”

The two of them were driving into Lumberton city limits.

“Where would you like to go first?”

“The library. I want to see what articles I can find from around what happened.”

“I figured, good thing I decided to call ahead.”

“How did you know?”

“Because I know you Love."

“Yeah it only took you a few years to get to know me.”

Liam winked. “Only a few.”

When she stepped out of the car, Riley took a deep breath.

“How does this town still smell the same after all these years?”

“What does it smell like to you Riley?”

“Like home.”

Liam held her hand as they walked up to the library counter.

“We’re here to speak with Mrs. Banks.”

“And whom might I let her know is here?”

“Liam Rys, and Riley Brooks. I spoke to her over the phone a few days ago. She’s expecting us.”

Shattered Heart The Book: TRR The Series: The Cordonian Arrangement Pairings: Riley x Nico / (Riley x M!OC) / Liam x Riley Status: Still in the writing process

"Thank you for coming, King Liam."

"Please just call me Liam."

"Liam, thank you. Nico said you would be the only one that would be able to get through to her right now."

"My heart breaks for her. She is in so much pain, as with your whole family. Nico was a good man."

"He was a wonderful son, brother, husband and father. He will be greatly missed by all that knew him."

Liam hugged Mother Karahalios.

"You're such a good boy too. Your mother would have been proud of you. My Athena is on her way to bring Angelo to you. He will need you now, more than ever."

"He barely knows me, and Riley is in no condition to care for him right now."

"You'll be fine. But this is the start of you beginning to truly bond with your son. You will be his primary caregiver for now."

A few minutes later Athena walked through the door holding a sleeping Angelo in her arms.

“Where’s Riley?”

“She’s sleeping.”

“Are you sure we should leave Angelo, Mama? Riley can barely care for herself right now. She needs some time. I can keep Angelo with me. He can play with his cousins.”

“Liam’s here, Angelo will be fine. Give him to Liam.”

“He looks shell shocked.” Athena said in Greek. “Are you sure we should leave Angelo here with this man?”

"That 'man' as you called him is Angelo's biological father. No harm will come to Angelo in his care."

Athena had thought she was hiding her apprehensions of Liam behind the Greek language with her conversation to Mother Karahalios. Liam kept his face unemotional, but was relieved Mother Karahalios had defended him. Liam decided to show Athena that Greek was one of the many languages he was also fluent in.

“Angelo is safe with me. My son is safe with me.”

“If that was the case, my brother wouldn’t have to have taken care of your child for you.”

“Athena now is not the time to do this.”

The Last Part The Book: TRH and Beyond The Series: The Rotten Apple 🍎 Pairings: Elle x Nico (Elle x M!OC) Status: Still in the writing process

Ana was still unusually quiet at dinner, and Nico being so perceptive and intune with Ana, noticed immediately.

"What's wrong Honeybee?" He playfully nudged her and smiled.

She looked at Elle for a moment, then turned to him shaking her head shrugging her shoulders. Nico’s smile immediately faded, his facial muscles tensing slightly, an overwrought look taking over his face.

"Ana? What's wrong?" Nico was concerned.

“Nothing.” Ana whispered, still failing to make eye contact with him while picking at the food on her plate. Ana did not have an appetite.

"Don't lie to me. You look at me when I talk to you, young lady."

She looked up from her plate.

"Tell me the truth Ana."

Ana's eyes filled with tears.

"Mommy's sick again."

Surprised flashed in his eyes as he dropped his fork, hitting his plate with a loud clatter.

"Elle?"

"I'm fine. I have been going to my therapy check ins. I haven't….seen him, Nico, I promise. I wouldn't hide that from you. Do you not believe me?"

Nico looked from Ana to Elle.

"What did you see Mommy do Ana?"