#I spent all day yesterday naming some OCs I made

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Change My Mind

SUMMARY: Josh and Alina are great friends most days. Other days, they want to tear each other apart. Some days, they’re in love with each other, but neither of them will admit it. 

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *

PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC

TROPE: Friends to Lovers

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: 5.4K

PART NINE

PART TEN

Alina hadn't gone on a double date in years. Some of her favorite dates just so happened to be doubles. After Theo, it didn't happen much anymore. She had started seeing her friends less in gatherings and seeing them more alone. What Theo did ruined the healthy dynamic of the friend group and made Alina feel like she was forcing her friends to choose between him and her. She never wanted to be that friend but had to. She refused to reopen wounds that hadn't fully healed for a two-to-three-hour outing.

Yesterday's events didn't help either. Somehow, years of growth and healing went out the door once Theo chose to stir up drama. Now, her best friend won't talk to her, and their friend group's dynamic has shifted again because of him. She glances over at Josh, Trinity, and Jon, watching as they talk and laugh with each other. Alina's spent all of two years with these people. They've become her family away from home, her family period. What would happen to them if she and Josh broke up?

Alina didn't want to think about that, but because of Theo, she had no choice but to do so. She'd probably have to switch shows and relearn how to be alone again. She wasn't looking forward to that. She and Josh have been joined at the hip for a year now and even more now than ever. Losing him would hurt her more than anything--especially now that they were together. They were in too deep with each other now. 

A bump to her arm would pull her attention from the outside. She and Josh would lock eyes with each other. Dark brown eyes searched hazel ones for a moment before Josh decided to speak up. "You good?" He asks lowly. He knew she wasn't, but would she tell him that right now? No, she'd save that for a conversation later. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," She starts. "just thinking." She finishes, turning her attention towards the window again. Josh continues watching her before reaching over to grab her hand. She looked at him once more, watching as he clasped his large hands around her own and pressed multiple kisses to it.

Josh knew Alina would be hard to reach after everything that happened this weekend. Between him, her ex, and her best friend ignoring her, she was emotionally and physically exhausted. He hoped this outing with Jon and Trinity would take her mind off it all for a few hours--or at least the rest of the night. She deserved peace, laughter, and happiness, and he planned to give her all that tonight--and any other day she needed it. 

"Lina, you excited to meet our parents tomorrow?" Jon asks, causing the couple to turn their attention to him. Josh's lip curled slightly at his brother, making Jon lean back slightly. "What? She ain't know?" He asks. 

"No, Jon, but thank you for telling her," Josh says, annoyed.

"Were you not gonna tell me?" Alina asks. As soon as the question left her mouth, she regretted it. It was hypocritical of her to be upset at that, considering Lina let Josh meet her ex-fiancé and didn't give him a warning. Josh turns his attention back to her just as she closes her eyes. "I'm sorry." She sighs, shaking her head.

Jon and Trinity glanced between the couple before looking at each other. He furrows his brows at her, and she shakes her head, a silent conversation happening between the two. They didn't know the full extent of yesterday's events and planned to ask later, but with how their brother and his girl were acting, they should hold off on being nosy for a while. Josh gently nudges Alina, forcing her to open her eyes. They'd stare at each other again. "Can we enjoy ourselves tonight, please?" He asks her. 

Immediately, Alina begins to nod. "Yeah," She starts. "Yeah, I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing. You ain't did nothing," Josh says, turning away. Josh looks between his brother and sister before sniffling and shifting his gaze to the floor. Alina would return her regard out the window, watching as buildings passed them by. She still didn't know where they were going and now had to worry about meeting Josh's parents tomorrow. She's been with the company for two years and never met Rikishi, nor did the twins ever talk about him. Josh spoke of his mother a lot--a Mama's Boy, this one is. 

"Alright," Trinity breathes, glancing down at her phone. The car ride quickly became awkward, and she needed a way out soon. "The GPS says we should be arriving in about five minutes." She announces. 

"Good," Jon mutters. "before they start fighting back there."

"Bruh, shut up." Snaps Josh.

"You shut up," Jon echoes, turning around again. Josh sits up in his seat. "You ain't gonna do nothing."

"Says who?" Josh asks.

"Shit, me and Theo will be twins to-day!" Jon smacks his lips at him, turning his head to laugh slightly. He points at his brother, wiggling his finger quickly from left to right. "So will that right and left eye." Alina and Trinity roll their eyes at the conversation happening. The twin brothers were bickering. It was nothing new--they've seen them fight plenty of times; they're usually okay right after. Jon enjoyed knowing he could effortlessly get under his brother's skin. He says it's his responsibility as the eldest brother to get on his nerves, but Josh would beg to differ. 

"Wait till we get out of this car." Josh threatens, prompting Jon to throw his hands up in feigning fear.

"Can y'all not do this right now?" Trinity says.

"Yeah," Alina agrees, looking between the twin brothers. "Last time, someone called the cops." She reminds them. Their fights were never serious, just a headlock and a shove here and there. If one threw a hit too hard, the other would initiate an actual scuffle. It was rare, but it happened. The brothers stared at each other in silence, one with a goofy grin, the other with a gaze cold enough to kill a man.

"Ay, listen to your wife," Josh advises, pointing his index finger at him.

"Listen to yours." Jon echoes back. Alina cut her eyes at Josh to see his reaction to the title his brother gave her. Josh glances in Alina's direction briefly before relaxing in his seat. She furrows her brows a little, glancing between Jon and Trinity before letting her eyes settle on her boyfriend. Alina half-expected Josh to scold his brother about the 'wife' comments like he commonly did, but it never came. 

The car slows to a halt, cueing everyone to look at the windows. They were in the parking lot of a karaoke lounge. Alina quickly turns her attention towards the Fatu trio in front of her. "Oh, are y'all deadass?" She asks, earning grins from everyone. 

"A family that karaoke together stays together," Jon says. "Now get your ass out of the car." He tells her. She looked at Josh, who was already getting out. Her reaction was why he didn't mention where they were going. He knew that if she found out they were going to a karaoke bar, she would try to find a way out of the date. He wasn't going to allow that to happen.

Josh made his way around to her side of the car, opening her door. She peers up at him with wide eyes. "Baby." She whispers at him. 

"Get out the car, Alina." He tells her, holding his hand out for her to take. She sits there for a moment, her mouth agape. Josh tucks his lips between his teeth, his eyes briefly going to the ground. He was trying not to laugh in her face about this, but her reaction was just what he expected it to be. She never wanted to do things that she felt were embarrassing, and now she had no choice. He was forcing her out of her comfort zone. "Come on now, honey, the driver got places to be." He says, urging her to get out. 

She glances back at the driver, who is glancing back and forth between the couple. He waited patiently for the chaotic group to leave his car, but Alina refused to let him end this ride. "How much to drive me back home?" She asks him. Josh smacks his lips at the question, reaching in to pull her from the car. "Josh!"

"Have a good night." He calls out to the driver before shutting the door behind Alina. 

The couple begins to walk towards the entrance of the lounge. Music and terrible singing are heard outside the venue, making Alina's stomach knot. "I'm not singing." She tells him, making him scoff.

"We'll see." He says, holding the door open for her.

"I mean it." She says, looking at him as she passes him on the way in.

Josh didn't believe that one bit. If he knew only one thing about Alina, he knew that with the right amount of alcohol in her system, she'd do anything. Whether sober Lina liked it or not, drunk Lina was going to be on that stage singing her heart out by the end of the night. 

She wasn't a terrible singer either. She was quite the opposite. Alina grew up in church as a choir girl, versed in the hymns of her ancestors. That wasn't her choice; her mother made her do it. She now avoids having to do it unless her grandmother asks her to. Josh knew she could sing. He's heard her sing softly to herself plenty of times before and thinks she has the prettiest voice. It was never where he was supposed to hear her. She sang behind closed doors, in the safeties of her shower, or the kitchen while she cooked, but never where he was supposed to hear her.

The group of four approaches the hostess, the older woman's eyes lighting up at them. "Well, this ain't a sight you see often in here." She says, coming around the podium to hug the twins and Trinity. Alina quickly caught on that this was a regular spot for the Fatus when they were here in Pensacola--which was strange because Josh couldn't sing to save his fucking life.

"Hey, Miss Lana." Jon greets her, wrapping her in a tight embrace before passing her off to his wife. "How you been?" He asks. 

"Good, your father was in here last night." She says. "Are y'all gonna out-perform him tonight?" She asks, moving on from Trinity and on to Josh. She notices the black eye, but she has but opts out of questioning it. The boy has gotten into fights for as long as she's known him, so picking up a career in wrestling made sense for him. What a strong warrior spirit behind that sweet face of his.

"C'mon, Miss Lana, you already know." He answers, pulling back from the hug. Miss Lana turns her attention to Alina, giving her a look over.

"Now, who's this pretty girl next to you, Joshua?" She asks. Alina holds her hand out, a bright smile on her face.

"I'm Alina, Josh's girlfriend." She says. Alina wasn't sure of the importance of this woman to the Fatus, but it did seem she was in tight with their entire family. She didn't want any negative word to get back to The Twins' parents that she was anything short of sweet. The older lady takes her hand and shakes it gently.

"Pleasure," She nods, turning her attention to Josh. His gaze shifts from Alina to the little lady again, his eyebrows raised. He had been watching how the two women interacted with each other, hoping that the family friend would approve of her. "Something tells me she's a keeper." She informs him, earning a mental sigh from the man. 

The little old lady turns away from the group, walking back around the podium. "I would be crazy not to agree." He says, reaching down to wrap his hand around Alina's. She squeezes gently, getting a tight squeeze back from him. She smiles softly to herself, her eyes finding the ground.

"Well, I'll let y'all go in. Have fun." Miss Lana says, shooing them away. Josh would begin to pull Alina into the lounge area. The space was dimly lit, adorned in purple, red, and blue lights to set the mood. Each table had candles at its center to make the setting intimate. Currently on the stage was someone singing a terrible rendition of Insatiable by Prince. The lounge was packed with people, a constant for this place. It was extremely popular with the people of Pensacola. 

They stop in front of a vacant table for four, the Twins moving around to pull out chairs for their women. Trinity and Alina sit in the two chairs toward the middle, leaving Jon and Josh to both be on the outside. "So take it slow, baby, and let's unwind!" Sings the person on the stage, causing the crowd to erupt into cheers. "Do you really want all my clothes off?" He asks, running his hand over his chest and gyrating his hips. 

Alina's eyes widen when the singer erupts into a shrill scream, earning more applause. "Oh no." She groans to herself. She turned to Josh, who was still standing next to his seat. He was watching the performer, his head moving to the song. She taps his leg, making him lean down to her height. "This was not what I expected when you said double date!" She shouts over the booming music and people. 

"Oh, you said you want a drink?" He replies. He was purposely ignoring her complaining at the moment. She furrows her brows at his response. 

"What? No, I said--." Josh turns and walks off toward the bar. Jon follows after him, leaving Trinity and Alina alone. Lina scoffs to herself. "You could've given me a heads up." She says, turning towards her friend. 

Josh and Jon approached the bar together, both leaning up against it at the same time. "Thanks for doing this with me, Uce," Josh says, clasping his hands together tight. Jon glances over at his brother, his eyes immediately going up to the bruise on his eye. He shakes his head gently.

"You gonna tell me what happened?" He asks, bypassing the appreciation his brother was trying to show him. "Did he hit you with a brick or something?" He asks. Josh sucked in a breath, his jaw clenching and unclenching while he tried to choose his words carefully.

"He had on some rings--or something; I wasn't paying attention." He answers. "All I remember is that he came over talking about some; he asked Alina to leave me and be with him. She told him no, and he followed it up with, 'Well, she told me she loved me, and I love her too'." The bartender would come over to them, interrupting their conversation. "Let me get a beer and a tequila sunrise." He answers for him and Alina; Jon orders for him and Trin, sending the bartender on his way. 

Josh pulls out his wallet, getting ready to pay, but Jon taps his shoulder. "I got it, Uce, y'all been through it this weekend." He says, prompting Josh to put his wallet back in his pocket. Jon slides his card across the countertop to the bartender. "What did you say to make him hit you that hard?" He asks after several moments of silence. "Because you had to have said something crazy." Jon assumes.

Josh gives a smug grin, glancing down at his hands. "Why do you assume I said something crazy?" He asks. Jon and Josh look up at each other at the same time. A smile grows on Jon's face. 

"Because I know you, stupid." He notes. "What did you say?" 

Josh chuckles softly. "I asked him if he thought Alina would play house with him and then told him that if she wanted to be a mother, all she had to do was ask me." He confesses. Jon stares at him for a few moments longer before bursting into laughter.

"Yeah, you deserved that shit, Uce." He says, leaning into his brother. "That's some crazy shit to say to a person's ex." He tells him. Josh would shrug slightly, his eyes averting to the drinks placed on the countertop for them. Josh reaches forward for his beer, taking a quick swig of it. "Did he draw blood?" Jon asks suddenly, his eyes on his brother again. Josh's eyes remain fixated on the beer bottle in his hand. He twisted it from left to right as he studied the label. 

He knew where this was going. Always the Devil on his shoulder, that Jon was. "Yeah." He answers. 

"So, we're getting your lick back, right?" He presses, prompting Josh to look at him. They would watch each other silently for a few before Jon pressed on. "It's only fair. Blood for blood."

"You trying to get us arrested."

"Not if provoked." He says quickly.

Josh smacks his lips at him, looking at his brother. "Man, what?" He asks. 

"Let him pop up again. He's in the friend group, ain't he?" He asks. "Alina's gonna get an invite somewhere--."

"Fuck no," He starts. "you going to have me fuck up her friendships more than I already have." He tells Jon. Despite Alina blaming everything that happened yesterday on her, Josh took full responsibility for the events of the evening. He was confident that was causing Tasha to not talk to her, and he planned on fixing it eventually. He just needed to figure out how to approach it without making everything worse, and fighting was not a solution. With one last glance at his big brother, Josh grabs Alina's drink from the counter and walks towards the table. 

Jon appears next to Josh with his drinks in hand. "All you gotta do is let me know when something is happening, I'll plan a trip to Atlanta for me and Trin, and we'll get his ass outside somewhere." He proposes. Josh comes to a stop.

"Bruh, no." He objects. "I'm not doing that to Alina." He stresses with a shake of his head. Josh resumes his walk to the table, leaving Jon blown away by his refusal to fight. Any other time, Josh would have said 'hell yeah' to beating up someone, but he was not interested in hurting Alina more than she already is. The fight that happened last night shouldn't have even happened, and he regretted even entertaining Theo's ass. Was this growth? Maybe, maybe not.

In Jon's eyes, Theo deserved an ass-whooping. What do you mean you approached his brother and told him you tried to sabotage his relationship? What do you mean you initiated a fight, your boys saved you from getting fucked up, and you drew blood? That man should be on his way to a hospital! Jon watches as Josh passes Alina off her drink. 

Eh, he just needed a little more persuading. 

"Thank you, baby," Alina says as she takes the Tequila Sunrise. Josh sits down next to her, pulling his chair to her side. His knees pressed into the side of her leg, his body leaning in towards her. 

"Yo, we want to thank everyone for coming out for R&B night tonight," The DJ starts. "It's gonna be a night of love and nothing but straight vibes, you feel me?" The crowd cheered around them. "We got any lovers in the crowd tonight?" Alina lifts her hand to her mouth, letting out her own cheer. 

She then leans towards Josh, causing his eyes to light up at the attention. "That's all you're getting out of me tonight." She tells him, making him laugh. She leans away once more, her eyes going to the stage. He taps her leg, calling her attention back to him. She leans in again, giving a quick peck to his lips.

"The next person on the list will serenade you with the sounds of Jon B. Ladies and Gentlemen, give it up for Max." The DJ says, calling out for the next person in the queue. What was interesting about this karaoke lounge to Alina was how receptive everyone was to being there. The cheers of drunken patrons helped make those on stage feel more comfortable embarrassing themselves. 

They Don't Know started to play throughout the lounge as the next performer got on stage. "How y'all doing tonight?" He calls out. Jovialities break out around the room, including Josh, who only shouts to make Alina laugh, which he does successfully. "Sing along if you know the word. Clap on the beat if you don't," Max instructs them. "Heard about my past, the things I used to do." He sings off-key. Alina grimaces slightly at the delivery, bringing her glass to her lips. Maybe this will all start sounding right by the night's end if she gets more drinks in her system. 

Josh leans into Alina again, his mouth to her ear. "How are you feeling?" He asks, sending shivers down her spine. He probably shouldn't ask as often, but he needed to know. 

She glances down at her drink before turning her head to face him. "Considering I still don't have my phone?" She asks.

"You're not getting your phone back tonight." He says quickly, shaking his head. "I told you I need you here with me." He reminds her. 

She watches him for a moment, her eyes skimming over his face. "She's my best friend, Josh." She says finally. 

"I understand that," He starts. "but she could care less that you are losing sleep over her. You've been trying to contact her, and she's not answering. I don't like that." Tasha and Alina were two grown adults who could settle their differences with a simple conversation, but one refused. He could see why they were best friends now; Alina did that to them often when she was upset with him. Alina looks away from him, her eyes focused on the performer on the stage now. "Ay," He says, calling her attention back to him. "You shouldn't have had to find out from someone else that she was mad at you." He says, shaking his head gently at her. 

He was right. Alina shouldn't have had to find out that way, but she understood why she did. She would be upset too if that was her wedding and her maid of honor and boyfriend were fighting the best man during a day that was supposed to be about her. "She wants to act like this, let her. Give her her space and let her come to you. That's what I do." He says, making her hang her head and laugh. 

"That's what you do?" She asks, looking up at him. He smiles big at her.

"Yeah, that's what I do." He repeats, nodding his head. "You still here, aren't you?" He asks. She grins at his question before nodding slowly. Josh leans in, pressing a few kisses to her lips. "It's going to work itself out one way or another." He promises. 

"I know," She starts. "I'm just worried." 

"And that's fine," He says. "If something changes, I'll be here; so will Trin and Jon, but until then, be here with us. We planned this whole outing just for you." 

Alina tilts her head to the side. "And you chose a karaoke bar?" She asks. 

"Ay, it's fun. You're just hating right now cause you're in a bad mood, and that's fine." He says. "I forgive you, though." Josh looks away from Alina and to the stage. The tone-deaf singer that was up there was finally closing out his song.

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As the night progressed and more drinks got into her system, Alina began to liven up. She found herself singing along with the performers that were up on the stage. She sways from left to right in her seat, her right foot tapping as she does so. Yesterday's events quickly became an afterthought for sober Lina to worry about tomorrow. Lina was in a great mood right now.

Josh had walked off a few moments ago; she assumed to get more drinks, but it's been a while. She turns in her seat towards the front of the building, eyes scanning the bar for a mullet of curls. When she didn't spot them, she turned to Jon and Trin, who were cuddled up with each other. Trin had moved from her seat into her man's lap, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. She taps Jon's arm, getting both of their attention.

"Where did Josh go?" She asks. As soon as the question left her mouth, Trin started looking around the venue. Jon did a slow turn towards the bar. When he didn't see him there, he looked at Alina.

"He ain't gone far." He assures him. Josh wasn't one to wander after a few drinks. Then again, they did get lost in Times Square that one time. He quickly expelled the thought of his twin running off somewhere drunkenly from his mind. "I'll call him." He says, removing his phone from his pocket. 

Alina snatches Josh's phone off the table and shows it to his brother. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we got a rare treat for y'all tonight in The Marina Lounge," The DJ starts. "Get ready to be serenaded with the sweet sounds of Pensacola's own, Ucey Juicey!" If Alina turned her head any faster, she would've broken her neck. I know that ain't who I think it is, she thought, standing to her feet to see over the crowds of standing people.

"Yeeeeeeet," Josh says into the mic, confirming Alina's suspicions quickly. Her boyfriend was on the stage, slapping hands with the people in the front row. He wasn't about to sing, was he?

"Good God up above..." She says to herself. 

"Ay, I want to dedicate this song to the love of my life, the future Mrs. Joshua Fatu, Miss Lina McLemore." He says, making her hang her head at the dedication. "That's my best friend, y'all, I love her." Dear God, he was about to sing. Music began playing, prompting Alina to look at the stage in second-hand embarrassment, half of her face covered as she watched her man prepare to make an ass of himself.

The crowd clapped to the beat, hyping him up more than before. He takes a sip of the Tequila Sunrise he had in his hand, which could be the cause of this performance. At what point in the night he switched to fruity drinks was a mystery to her. "I can't imagine life without you by my side..." He sings. He slurred his words together as he sang the first few lines. Alina stifles a laugh, closing her eyes to gather her composure. 

"Damn, not you got this man singing songs for you," Jon says, earning a glare from her. "Tyrese at that? That boy sprung." Trinity slaps his chest.

"I don't see you singing for me." She says.

"I'ma sing for you later. My falsetto nice." He says, sticking his tongue out. Both girls would groan at his response. Alina turns her attention back to the stage.

"Things tend to slip my mind like how you like to wine and dine, babe..." He sings, lifting the hand that held his plastic cup in the air. "Yeet." He adds. Alina giggles lightly at him, turning to grab his phone. She needed to record this. No one at work would believe her unless Lina showed them. She takes hers from beneath Josh's, switching the phone into camera mode. "Ay! Have I told you I loved you? Alina..." He sings. "Have I told you that you mean the world to me..."

Josh started to dance, letting the instrumental play for a few moments. "The song, Uce! Sing the damn song!" Jon shouts, reminding his brother to sing. 

The younger twin stops dancing, leaning over slightly to laugh at himself. "My bad, y'all--." He apologizes, looking up at the teleprompter. "Where the fuck was I?" He asks himself. Someone would shout something at him, making him laugh again. "Ay, you ain't lied!" He responds, pointing at them.

Alina turns to Jon. "I hope you know you're helping me get him in the house." She tells him. Jon cringes slightly, pulling his bottom lip down at her words. His hand goes up to the back of his neck, rubbing at the back.

"Jon," Trinity says, looking back at him.

"I'm not going to let her carry his big ass in alone, girl, damn." He says, bringing his hand to his chest. "I was just playing." He says to Trin. She leans in to press two kisses to his lips.

"And verbally, I tend to forget how much I L-O-V-E-U really means..." Josh yells into the microphone, bringing Alina, Trin, and Jon's attention back to his drunken singing. "Lately, have I told you I loved you? Alina..." Adding her name to the lyrics made her laugh. Her feelings of embarrassment began to subside the longer she watched him. 

Josh made it his life's mission to remind Alina often how much he loved her. If he didn't use words, he would express it with his actions, eyes, and hands, in silence, alone, or on stage in a crowded room full of drunken people. If he could do it on national television, he would. That man was in love, and there was no denying it. 

The song ends, and the crowd erupts into cheers again. Alina would join them, a big smile on her face. "Thank you, thank you," Josh says, passing the microphone off to the DJ. Josh came walking through the crowd, dapping up people greeting him on his way back to his table. "How'd I do?" He asks his group once he makes it over. Josh wraps an arm around Alina's shoulders, draping his weight on her body and causing them to stagger barely. He leans in to press several kisses to her lips, the taste of orange juice and tequila still in his mouth.

"You're not going to Hollywood, that's for sure." She teases between kisses.

"That's fine," He starts. He turns his head to finish the last of his drink. "I'm tryna take you home, though," He says, leaning in for one more kiss. "Give you an encore performance." Thick black eyebrows lift to help with the delivery of his words. 

"You're going to sleep when we get home." She tells him.

"Who said that?" He questions.

"Me." She replies.

He points at the stage, looking over his shoulder slightly at it. "Girl, I just sang my ass off on that stage for you." He says, looking back at her. "Panties gotta drop."

"Boy--." She starts, pulling back to look at him. She laughs softly at his words. "We are going home, and your drunk ass is going to sleep! That's final." He scoffs at her, tilting his head up in disbelief. His brows furrowed, and his top lip curled slightly. The man was shocked, hurt, sad, and possibly depressed at her rejection. In reality, he was being dramatic.

"See if I sing for your ass again." He tells her.

"I hope not." She says, looking back at Jon and Trin. "Y'all ready to go?" She breathes. 

Trin and Jon stand to their feet, both nodding simultaneously. "Yeah, we can call it a night." The eldest twin answers. "Let's get Keith Sweat over here home." He says, with a sigh. Josh lifts his middle finger at his brother, but Alina pushes it back down. She takes that hand of his, unwraps his arm from her shoulders, and pulls him towards the entrance. 

"Did you have fun tonight?" Josh asks. Even though he was heavily intoxicated, he still wanted to make sure his girl had fun. That was the goal for the night: to make sure she had fun. 

She turns to face him, a broad smile on her face. "I did."

Josh nods to himself, proud he was able to get her mind off of everything. "Good." He answers. It would get temporarily quiet between the pair as they watched each other. "I'll send you my bill since you won't fuck me."

"Josh!" She groans.

"I'm just saying."

PART ELEVEN

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A/N: we love a good double date! i wasn't planning on this chapter to be as long as it was, but here we are. 🤭

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Black Dahlia - 6. Yield

Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

One tragic day changes Dahlia's life forever. Despised by her father and brother, she's spent her entire life trying to be the child and sister she use to be. But nothing she ever does is good enough. She joins the Rider's Quadrant to prove them wrong. Garrick now in his second year has proven he is more than the mark on his skin to his fellow riders, and taken leadership of his own Squad alongside Xaden. Little does he know the girl walking across the parapet is about to send him on a rollercoaster of a year.

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Name after name gets read off the death roll. The names of the cadets who never made it across the parapet. Those who have now joined Malek.

None of them mean anything to me though. A few last names here and there sound familiar, most likely children of other riders I’ve met along the way.

“I know they said eighty yesterday, but hearing them read out all these names makes it really sink in.” A girl next to me whispers.

I look over to see it’s the girl who occupies the bed next to mine in the sleeping quarters. I’d never caught her name, but her bobbed hair cut made her stand out amongst the other girls in the quadrant. Well at least to me it did. Most girls had their hair cut into pixie cuts to minimise the risk of it being burned off or grabbed during a fight. She’s clearly cut it shorter than it usually was, but wasn’t fully prepared to cut it all off like me. My longer hair definitely made me stand out. Despite the messy high ponytail I’d pulled it into, it still hung to midway down my back. Something I’d have to be mindful of.

“It really does. But it shouldn’t be this long again for a while right?” The girl with dark hair on her other side whispers back.

“Least not till next year. Hard to say with threshing and presentation day though.” I say, cutting into their conversation.

Both look at me wide eyed. As I look them over it’s easy to tell they have some training behind them. Enough to get by and hold their own, but they’d still need to put in some extra work to keep up with those who have come from military families.

“Surely it can’t be that bad?” The other girl with dark brown hair tied back into a bun, asks as she leans around her friend.

“It all comes down to the dragons and if they deem us worthy.” I say with shrug as they gulp nervously.

“Surely they won’t get rid of that many though. Not with how many riders they lose each year, they need to get as many in as they can.” The one with the bob states.

“She’s right.” A slightly gruff voice next to me says. I almost think it’s Xaden, it sounds so similar to him. But there’s a slight softness to it that isn’t him. “Dragons don’t care about the amount of riders dying. If they don’t deem you worthy, they won’t hesitate. But you two will be fine.”

Bodhi must smile at them as they both relax instantly, offering quick smiles of their own before turning their attention back to the front.

“You don’t know that.” I mutter to Bodhi, hoping the other two don’t hear me.

He looks down at me and shrugs. “I don’t, but if they start doubting themselves then they’ll get into trouble. And we need as many of us to survive as we can.”

I hated to admit it, but he was right. If you started doubting yourself here and it would all go downhill. Bodhi would make a great leader one day. Not even two days in and he was already looking out for people he barely knew. Something not many here would do. A lot of people saw the Riders Quadrant as survival of the fittest. Squad loyalty meant fuck all to a lot of people here until they needed to.

“All right, second and third years you know where to go.” Xaden calls out as the second and third years break away from us, leaving us first year with Xaden. “Now I expect at least one of you has memorised your schedule.”

His eyes scan over the seven first years in front of him, probably trying to figure out if one of us had. Which I had. It wasn’t hard. But I guess when you’ve lived by a schedule most of your life it isn’t. As if he can sense what I’m thinking Xaden meets my gaze and nods at me. But he can’t have read my thoughts. Inntinnsic’s are killed on the spot, and there’s no way to pretend you don’t have a signet. Maybe he just assumes I’ve memorised it due to who I am.

”So if there are no questions, just stay alive. I’ll see you all in the gym after lunch for assessments.” He says before walking off and leaving us to our own devices.

”Please tell me one of you knows where to go?” Bodhi asks as he turns to all of us, scratching the back of his head.

By some miracle we had all found our classes throughout the day, and now we all stood around the mats waiting to be called up for assessments. We were the last session of the day due to them splitting us up for this. But once challenges started in two weeks we would all be in here. In front of us a girl I now knew as Liz stood on the mat facing up against another first year from our squad. What was their name again? Edward? Ethan? I honestly hadn’t remembered his name even after spending all day with them. Least he was giving me something to look at. Nearly every male in this room was shirtless. And I don’t blame them. It was hot as hell in this room.

Whatever his name was clearly knew how to fight, but they could tell Liz was not as confident. As could I. Her fighting stance was good so she knew something. But I could tell she was very aware of the size and power difference between her and him.

”They need to do something.” I mutter as the keep circling each other. “Need to show what they can do.”

Bodhi, who had taken what seemed to be his now usual spot next to me hummed in agreement. “If what Xaden told me about challenges is true, they use this to weed out the weak. Pair them against other cadets who are stronger.”

He was right. Xaden was right. I had been trained by Emetterio multiple times over the years. And I knew what he was like. He had told me stories about some of the cadets he had seen over the years. His method was to try push those who were weaker by putting them against stronger cadets. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t. And strangely, even though I had just met the girl in front of me, I didn’t want her to be one of the ones that didn’t.

The mat next to them frees up, Emetterio scanning the crowd of cadets pointing to a female third year with copper coloured hair. “You and-” He turns his gaze to the rest of us, clearly not finding anyone he wants to put her against. Till his eyes meet mine. A smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he raises his finger to me. “You.”

Around me the other first years whisper between each other as I step forward. Emetterio has so far been keeping it to cadets in the same year. The occasional first year against a second year, or a third year against a second year. But he was yet to pin a first year and a third year against each other. This fight was either going to push myself or the third year. And right now I couldn’t tell which. As she steps onto the mat across from me I can tell she knows how to fight. Of course she did, she was in her third year. You wouldn’t get to your third year if you didn’t. As we start to circle each other I note that Xaden has moved over to join Bodhi, both of them watching me intently. And it wasn’t them. It was everyone. Everyone wanted to see what the Colonel’s daughter could do.

The third year makes a lunge for me, and its then I notice her sloppy foot work. Hand to hand combat is not her strong point. This isn’t to challenge me, its to challenge her. She swings out wide, trying to hit me in the head, but I easily side step and bat her arm away. I can almost feel the anger radiate off her as she spins back to me trying the same move again. Rookie error. Instead of batting her arm away like I had last time I grab it, twisting it behind her back as she yelps in pain. Despite having some height and size on me, her attempts to get out are feeble. She’s clearly gotten lucky in her previous fights. She attempts to kick my right knee, but misses by a long shot and throwing her off balance in my grip. I use it to my advantage, applying pressure to the back of her knee with my foot, sending her down to the mat as she lets out another yelp of pain as I pin her face down. She manages to twist in my grip, attempting to roll underneath me and grab me. Instead of staying above her, I roll with her. Wrapping my arms around her neck, placing her in a choke hold. Her nails dig into my arm, a hiss escaping my lips as I feel them pierce the skin and a bead of blood rolls down my arm. After a few seconds I can feel her getting weaker and weaker, her nails no longer piercing the skin of my arm.

”Yield!”

”Yield, Nari!”

Nari pushes through, clearly not wanting to give up. Clearly wanting to prove she won’t be beaten by a first year. Let alone the Colonel’s daughter. But after a few more seconds of struggling her hand falls away from my arm, tapping the mat three times.

She yields.

I quickly release my hold on her, pushing her off me as she clutches at her throat, gasping for air as she lies on the mat. Some of her friends rushing over to her side to help her. As I stand, I realise now the fight is over the room is quiet. I look around and see everyone watching us. Emetterio standing off to the side nodding at me in approval before pointing at two other cadets to take to the mats, the room filling with the usual buzz as the fights start back up. I pivot on my heal to return to my spot on the mat. Only to be met with two pairs of onyx eyes looking right at me. Bodhi not even bothering to hide a giant smile that adorns his face. While Xaden gives me a brief nod of his head before disappearing back into the crowd to join the other second years.

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M.K.A.M. (My Kinda Morning) - Roman Reigns/Plus Size OC)

Who says birthday sex has to end after the birthday? Roman/Plus Size OC

PAIRING: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x Plus Size OC

Warnings: SMUT all the way, lol

Word count: 4.6k 

A/N: In honor of our Tribal Chief's 38th birthday and to celebrate his historic 1000-day title reign. Tumblr flagged my story so I had to upload it again🙄 Enjoy!

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Face Claim (Because Tumblr flagged it the last time)

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Birthdays occurred only once a year, so it was usually imperative that it was spent with the people you love. After nearly two months away from you, it was almost hard for Roman to believe that he was actually back in your arms and in your bed, and on his birthday no less. He wished he didn't have to leave you for such long periods of time, but you understood that it was the nature of the beast. You embraced this reality when you made the decision to start a relationship with not just a pro wrestler, but the champion and the face of the biggest wrestling company in the world. Still, he tried to compensate by putting pen to paper on a lighter travel schedule, as well as buying you a new dildo to keep you occupied in his absence. According to you, the dildo had gotten several workouts, and the daily, dirty text messages from him, outlining what he'd like to be doing to you, definitely helped too.

Yesterday was incredible. From the moment he called to inform you that his jet was en route to your city, you were completely beside yourself with the most erotic thoughts on exactly how you would celebrate his birthday. You weren't ashamed to admit that your hands had ventured between your thighs more than once during the day, barely paying attention to any of the meetings you were in, counting down the hours till you finally got to see him. When he showed up at your doorstep, you were naked and waiting. No surface in your loft was safe; the couch, the kitchen counter, your desk in your little office space, the stairs...you name it, Roman fucked you on top of it, only taking a break to eat some of the birthday cake you bought for him before carrying you up to your bedroom, where you spent the night licking buttercream frosting off your bodies and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of each other.

It was just past six in the morning, meaning you still had some time before you had to get up for work. Through the white sheer curtains of your bedroom window, the beautiful red and orange sunrise kissed the rich melanin of your skin. As the Tribal Chief watched the colors adorn your sleeping face, he felt his heart swell with renewed love and lust for you. He lay behind you, with your body cocooned in his warm and solid frame. You fit together perfectly.

He rested his hand on your hip, admiring the streaks of wavy stretch marks there. His sexy little tiger. He definitely had you mewling and purring like one when he put it on you last night. Faint lines of cake frosting smudged your brown skin, and he swiped each one with his finger and put in his mouth. He then let his hand travel along your waist, awed by the mouthwatering curves that belonged to him. Then, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you back into him with a sigh. You seemed to still be asleep, and he really wanted to wake you up.

So, he started rotating his hips, pressing his morning erection against your sumptuous backside, nestling the impressive length between your ass cheeks. His hand slid up to your breasts, cupping one gently. As his finger grazed your nipple, you finally stirred. Your body shifted, causing your backside to rub up on his dick, and he grinded against you more purposefully, closing his hand tighter around your breast as he kissed your neck.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, your voice throaty and scratchy from sleep.

Roman nuzzled your shoulder, pressing another kiss to your skin. "I've missed you so much, my love."

He had shown you just how much last night. For hours. Your Samoan stallion possessed the stamina of three stellar athletes and you loved it. But right now... "I've missed you too. But I need to be up for work soon," you reasoned. You rolled onto your belly, which put a bit of distance between you.

"Call in sick. It's still my birthday," he implored.

"You know I can't, babe," you murmured, resting your head atop your crossed forearms, facing him and shutting your eyes. Your thick, sumptuous butt curved enticingly in the air thanks to your new sleeping position, prompting Roman to reach out to massage one of your cheeks, groping and squeezing the supple flesh in his palm.

It didn't surprise you to feel your pussy immediately tingle from his caress. His hands on you never failed to set your pulse racing. But you needed your rest. He already had you up all damn night, rendering your throat hoarse and your limbs like spaghetti. In another attempt to deter him, you rolled onto your back, your breasts and your womanhood on display.

Big mistake.

The Tribal Chief's eyes lit up like Christmas trees. His big hand cupped your breast again, thumbing the puckered nipple, then doing the same with the other. His fingertips made a delicate trail down the plane of your stomach, which spasmed from his touch. His fingers skimmed over your sensitive pussy lips, which were still tender and puffy from last night. He started to stroke you and you tried to squeeze your legs together to stop him, but he wasn't having that shit.

"Open your legs," he growled.

"Babe, I'm sleepy," you whined with a frown on your face, "I won't get up on time if we do this."

"I told you to call in sick. I'll handle your boss. It's my birthday and I want my present. Now spread 'em."

Fuck, you couldn't resist when he got all bossy and domineering with you. Of course, you relented, your legs falling open like they always did. Why did he have to look at you like that? He was so damn fine and he knew that shit. All it took was one look into that smoldering gaze of his and you were putty in his hands.

Your breath caught as he rubbed you faster, his body shifting much closer to you, reoccupying your space. His big beautiful dick pressed your upper thigh, damn near pulsating against your skin. You couldn't help but stare at it. Long and thick, accompanied by a heavy set of balls that made you drool.

Hovering over you, Roman smirked at your famished expression, and moved his fingers in small circles, spreading your wetness all around your folds. Then, he slowly sank them into you, his groan harmonizing with yours. He could feel how swollen you were from the pounding you took, but you were so wet his fingers slid in effortlessly anyway, your slick, hot flesh enveloping the digits.

"Baby..." you gasped, arching into him.

Your little squirms of protest had dwindled, which was how he knew he was slowly breaking you down. He moved in for the kill.

"I can eat it if you want," he offered, intentionally licking his lips that were a hair's breadth away from yours, and suddenly you wanted that mouth on you more than anything in the world.

"Mmm, yes please."

Bullseye. Roman sat up and kneeled before you, spreading your legs far apart and inspecting you down there. "That's the definition of a pretty pussy right here. All beat up and swole. Did I pound you good last night, baby girl?" he asked.

God, his voice. Deep and dripping with arrogance and sex as he talked dirty to you. It made your knees weak and your pussy moisten. "Yes, Daddy, it was so good."

His thumb stroked your pussy lips, fascinated by how fat and wet they were. "Gotta taste this sweet cunt again before I give you this dick, right?"

Before you could open your mouth to reply, Roman descended on you, spreading his mouth over your core. You were wide awake now, your hand on the back of his head while he went to work. You still tasted like cake, making you that much sweeter for his palette. He drooled all over that pretty pussy, causing you to moan and whine for him. Roman slurped on you a little more before bringing his eyes up to meet yours with a lick of his lips. You were breathing deeply with your mouth parted and irises low and lustful.

"Roman..."

Ducking his head again, he feasted heartily on you, not stopping this time around. Delicious, wet ass pussy that belonged in his mouth day and night. His huge hands glided up your torso before cupping your breasts. His tweaking of your nipples caused a flood, making his mouth so watery that with each suck, his saliva made its way down to the crack of your ass. Roman's mouth was hard at work, tonguing you down and French-kissing your meaty outer lips.

You were grinding his face now, your hands grabbing everywhere, the sheets, his head, his shoulders. Your ass clenched and your hips bucked as pleasure lapped at you with the same devastating impact as his tongue.

"Unnnh fuck, I'm comin', Daddy I'm comin'!" you cried and moaned and writhed on the bed. This man was going to be the death of you. You stared at him wide-eyed before your eyes rolled back as something inside you unlocked. Your neighbors could probably hear your scream as you came in his mouth. You pushed at his head, your body craving relief but not getting it, his dark chuckle vibrating against your pussy as he refused to free you from his clutches.

Your moans and screams made his dick so hard. Roman shifted forwards to pin your thighs down to your chest, his tongue still moving like a hurricane. It wasn't the most comfortable position to be in, but for him, you would do anything. In your spare time you would practice contorting your legs for minutes on end because you wanted to please him, because you deemed him worthy enough to step out of your comfort zone and take a little pain for. Besides, the pleasure you received in return was out of this world, so it was definitely worth it.

A weak gasp rumbled in your heaving chest as he started sucking on your clit, aiming to make you come once again. All you could hear were the wet, gushy sounds his mouth was making while eating you out, and it was enough to trigger you again. With your fingers digging into his hair, you welcomed your second orgasm of the morning with a pleasured moan. He ate you out so good your eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion.

"Nah, keep your eyes open, sweetheart. I'm 'bout to tear this pussy up...again," he warned.

You could only watch, prone and helpless, as Roman crawled on top of you and made himself comfortable between your legs. He ensured to put all his body weight on top of you, and the feel of his muscles against your belly, chest, and thighs had your stomach doing flips. The softness of his full lips against your collar bone, with a generous helping of tongue, the scruff of his facial hair tickling you, made you exhale shakily. As he brought his kisses upwards, you angled your head to meet his lips. Your tongues twined around the other's for a couple of seconds before your mouths sealed together in sensual, intimate kisses.

Roman shifted his body above you, his hand slipping back down between your thighs, two long, thick fingers teasing your folds before breaching inside. He cupped your entire mound in his palm, massaging, working you until you were squirming and moaning his name. To further torture you, he ducked his head down, generously swirling his tongue around each of your nipples before sucking them one by one between his lips. The Tribal Chief found your titties irresistible. He loved them; couldn't stop touching and playing with them. Grabbing them with both hands, he flicked his tongue over them, getting them nice and wet, switching between sucking your nipples with his mouth and plucking them with his fingers. You could feel your pussy tense from the pleasure surging through your body. But you didn't want Daddy to feel left out, so you reached for his dick and started stroking him. His deep moan in reaction made you feel on top of the world.

"Mmm, that's it, make Daddy rock-hard," he whispered, watching the way you stroked and squeezed and teased him. You loved the weight and feel of him in your hand. A seep of precum made the head slick and elicited another surge of wetness between your legs. You strengthened your stroking motions along his shaft, biting your lip when he thrust briefly against your hand. With a harsh moan, he managed to break free from your intoxicating touch so he could focus on giving you the dick he promised.

Rolling you onto your belly, he maneuvered behind you, pressed your chest and shoulders into the bed, and raised your ass in the air, your knees spread wide with your feet close together and tucked under him. Perfect. He palmed each of your rounded cheeks, molding the flesh greedily in his hands. His cock strained against your pussy, and involuntarily, you moved your hips, desperate for contact. He took his dick and lined it along your slit, spreading your wetness around as he slowly worked the bell-shaped head inside you. Your bodies trembled seemingly as one as he filled you to the hilt, savoring the quivering of your pussy around his length.

"Daddy..." you moaned.

"Shhh, I gotchu," he hushed you with a low chuckle, caressing your body, making you feel good. His hands stopped at your hips and he started to move in and out of you, stretching your opening, holding back on you just a bit. He bent close to your ear, his lips ghosting along your jawline. "Talk to me, baby girl. Tell me you want it."

"I want it. Fuck me, Daddy."

"I know you do. Shit, you stay so damn tight. Good god, babe."

His breathing sped up and his grip tightened on your hips, letting out a deep, visceral groan as he thrust a little faster inside you. You fought the urge to scream as he went deep, burying himself in you. "Fuck, Daddy, yeah!"

With his fingers digging into the meat of your hips, he drilled your pussy, hard, his balls slapping against your clit. As much as you whimpered and moaned, you remained on your knees and took every inch like a champ. You could feel the head of his cock meet the bottom of your pussy with every thrust. It was a shock to your system, how deep he was in you, yet you could still feel him trying to go deeper, straining to be closer to you. Your pussy gripped him again and again and you had to bite into the pillow to contain your loud moans, your hands fisting the satin sheets. The mix of his spit with your cum caused your pussy to make the wettest, filthiest sounds as he fucked you. Eager to hear more, Roman circled his hips, pushing his dick right up against your g-spot, slapping your ass in time with his grinding strokes. Another groan escaped him at the sight of his glistening cock, covered in your juices, sending shivers down his spine. One last flick of his hips finished you off. It was an experience watching you release all over his cock, your pussy squeezing around him, your booty cheeks quivering from how hard you were coming.

"Shit." Your mouth fell open, your beautiful face twisted in blissful agony as you struggled to catch your breath.

Smiling proudly at his handiwork, the Tribal Chief squeezed and smacked your backside one last time before lying down on his back. "C'mere. Put that pretty mouth on my cock."

Managing to unravel your body from the position he twisted you in, you moved over to him and grabbed up his throbbing shaft, spreading the cream you left all over the intimidating length. You released a wad of spit on the tip of his cock and used it to lather him up nice and good. You licked along the side of his dick before taking him halfway into your mouth. Your man tasted so good, his flesh hard and smooth against the flat of your tongue.

"Mmmmm. Nasty ass mouth taking all that big dick. So hot. Suck that shit, baby, taste your pussy on it," he goaded.

You moaned at his words with your mouth full of his cock. Such a nasty shit talker, and it never failed to get your pussy Ieaking. Your hands rested on his thighs now, only working your neck and your wet, juicy lips up and down his length. You moaned on him again and it delivered a vibrating sensation to his dick, causing it to harden even more in your mouth. Easing up on him, you traced circles around his head with your tongue, drawing out pleasured gasps from him as he watched your every move with blown pupils. You took note of every little sound and moan of pleasure he made during sex...It meant you were doing him right, and you were learning to be even better to please both you and your sexy man.

"This my dick, Daddy?" you asked him.

"Yes, baby girl, it is, it's all yours." Roman hummed with satisfaction. You looked so fucking hot, slobbering all over his dick and giving it your undivided attention. His muscled hips bucked upwards to thrust in and out of your mouth. Pulling off your bonnet, he grabbed your hair and held you down on his cock, fucking your mouth over and over, at one point pushing himself so far down your throat that you made a startled sound of protest and popped him out of your mouth to glare at him.

"Hey! You tryna make me gag?" you warned.

Roman merely shrugged. "Damn right. I ain't apologizing, neither. Don't stop. Keep sucking me off."

"Asshole. You lucky I love you." You shifted your focus to his balls and used your lips to tug and pull each one while stroking his flesh pole at the same time. You could hear his gasps, feel him fidgeting, his fingers in your scalp, thanks to your ministrations. You were driving him crazy and you both knew it.

"Fuck, shit, your mouth feels so good on me, girl...you gon' make me come...Damn..."

Roman grunted deep and his big hand yanked you by your neck, shoving his dick back in your mouth where it belonged. With a firm push of your head, you swallowed him up again with a moan. Done with the games, your head bobbed up and down, dragging your lips along his cock in a tight seal, pumping him in your fist, working him into a frenzy.

"Baby, baby," Roman called for you, his balls growing tighter and tighter. Heat bloomed in his belly and his toes twisted. His fingers trembled in your hair as he erupted in your inviting mouth, emptying inside you for the umpteenth time in several hours. You caught every drop of his warm seed without making a mess. Releasing him, you opened your mouth to show him his morning nut.

"Damn, you got all of it," he moaned, taking your chin in his hand and inspecting your mouth. "Good girl. Swallow it and let Daddy see."

Obediently, you swallowed down his load, opening your empty mouth again as proof. Roman growled and crashed your lips together, savoring the tastes of you and him on your tongues. "My baby is such a good girl. Lay back down for me."

"Yes, Daddy." His dazed expression had you giggling while you moved around the bed for him, wiping the excess spit from your mouth. As soon as you were on your back, he pushed your legs up and out of the way. Grabbing the base of his dick, he wasted little time entering you again, holding himself up so that he could drop all this dick down in your pussy. You stared up at him, your lips parted almost in shock; he was so hard and so deep. You looked from his dick to his face again in a euphoric daze. He was rock-hard and digging into your wetness, the lewd sounds echoing around the bedroom. You went to rub your clit but he smacked your hand away.

"Uh-uh, hands off my pussy. I warned you last night about touching this pussy without my consent." As punishment, he picked up the pace.

"Oh my god," you gasped.

His grin was wicked as he watched you push at his abs to no avail. "Haha, I ain't going nowhere, baby. Take this dick like you took it last night. I ain't pulling out neither, you know Daddy don't like to pull out. Now hold your legs up for me."

Before you knew it, you found yourself clasping your calves and rearing your legs further back, allowing him to have his wicked way with you. You were trapped beneath him with nowhere to run, just how he liked it. He rocked that big ol' dick into you, grinding his hips in the most artful way, his body rolling, ebbing, flowing, plunging, making you feel every inch and making you fall in love with him all over again.

And to think, people called missionary boring. The man you were fucking made sure no position was boring. Not many women were as lucky as you were, to have a passionate, attentive partner who knew exactly how to please you.

"You fuck me so good, baby," you praised him, your voice a high-pitched, breathless mewl. “Fuck, you’re making me so wet.”

"Uh huh, you’re making a mess on my cock. I love it. You know I love taking care of my girl and my pussy," he answered, leaning down for a tender kiss.

"You always take good care of me, Daddy. I love you so much."

"I love you too, my sweet girl." Your affirmations seemed to turn him into an animal, as his thrusts became harder, deeper, rougher, the big bed rocking from his forceful movements. He could see your grip on your legs slipping so he grabbed them for you, pinning them down to the bed by the back of your knees. Your toes curled in the air as he kept up his electrifying strokes. The heat you felt creeping up was so strong that you shut your eyes tightly in anticipation. A flood of warm liquid gushed out of you and all over his already creamy dick, making you both moan out loud. When he slipped out of you, you shivered, and then just about fainted when he crept downwards and put his mouth back over you.

"Unnnhhh shiiiit..." you breathed, as he slowly worked his tongue in and around that sweet spot he had since mastered, slurping up your cum juice. You squirmed and squealed helplessly, tears springing to your eyes as another delicious climax built up inside you. Your head fell back onto the bed, incapable of doing any other thing except moan and cry. Too spent to scream, you could only make strangled sobs as another orgasm wracked your body yet again.

When he glided his dick back inside your now sensitive cunt, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. Roman groaned as you tightened around him, your walls suckling him inch by inch. Bracing himself up with his powerful arms, he nudged your legs up onto his broad shoulders, giving you the perfect view of your pussy taking all his big dick. You turned your head every which way, your weakened body bouncing from the moderate pace of his thrusts. Roman chuckled in amusement at your reaction, his deep, raspy laugh almost taunting.

"Aww, you don't wanna look at me, beautiful? Can't handle how good this dick is?" he teased, kissing away the tears on your cheeks before swiveling his hips around and around, burying himself inside you. "Mmm, you like this, don’t ya? I can tell you like it. You're squeezin' the shit outta my dick. Bet you're feeling real good right now..."

More than good. You were as wet as a waterfall and floating high as a kite right now. Your head arched back into the pillows as he kept putting that dick in your stomach, your voice now hoarse from all your moans and cries. Roman brought his face closer and reacquainted his tongue with yours, absorbing your moan as you tasted yourself in his mouth. In turn, you threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Through the haze of passion, you honed in on the sounds of pleasure he was making, the relentless steadiness of his strokes, driving into you with enough momentum to sink you into the sheets.

"God, your pussy is incredible, baby," he murmured under his breath between heated kisses. "Goddamn...I'm 'bout to fill that pussy up, put a damn baby in you."

The waves of searing pleasure rolled outward from where your bodies connected. Roman felt the pull as his balls tightened, inducing him to fuck you harder, faster. You could feel it too, and you reached behind him to rake your nails down his lower back, desperate to end this before you lost control of all your senses and capacities. That small slice of pain was enough to push the Tribal Chief over the edge, your name grinding past his lips as he spasmed inside you. He forced himself as deep as he could down your pussy, emptying his cum in you. Your muscles clenched around him, milking every drop, pulse after pulse of almost painful pleasure mixing with the roaring in his ears. The twitching of his dick ignited another shockwave through your whole body, making you tremble one last time in his arms in a spine-tingling, bone-melting orgasm of your own. 

When it was all over, you crawled away from him, lying spread-eagled, gasping for air, your hair a mess. He lay sprawled beside you, gently tracing the love marks he left on your backside and hips. You were too tired to even turn your head, so you missed the victorious smile on his face as he surveyed the 'damage' he caused.

"You good, baby?" he asked you, his fingers massaging your waist in small soothing circles.

There was a faraway look in your eyes. You felt woozy, your body weak and sore from pleasure. You did not mince your words when delivering your assessment. "You a damn demon."

The twinkle in his eye was just as devilish. "And you love it," he replied with a confident smile, "Am I right, sweetheart?"

Fuck. This man was indeed going to be the death of you. "You know you are," you said softly. Craning your head to check the time on your phone charging on the nightstand, you kissed your teeth tiredly. "I'm gonna be so late."

"I thought I said you should call in sick. Here, let me do it for you." He picked up his phone and searched for a contact. You spied the name he was calling and had to fight back a smile.

"I should never have given you my boss' number," you griped, albeit good-naturedly.

"Come on. He loves ya boy," he chortled. He was right, your boss George was a huge wrestling fan and worshipped the ground Roman walked on. You half-listened to their conversation, holding back a giggle at the serious professional tone your man was using. Severe food poisoning, he said grimly, that it did not look good, and he was taking you to the hospital shortly. He put his phone away with aplomb. "See? Done. I told you Daddy always takes care of his baby girl," he said proudly. "Now we can stay in bed all day and eat more cake, among...other things."

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and you would have laughed if you weren't so exhausted. Thank God you didn't have to get up anymore. You allowed him to wrap his big arms around you, and you snuggled into him, letting him envelop you in the loving protective way he always did. A happy sigh left your lips as you felt his own press against your temple, whispering words of love to you, permitting you to fade back to sleep, completely and utterly satisfied.

THE END

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[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Part -8-

Part 9

Part 7

Universe: Teenage Mutant Teenage Turtles (Bayverse aged-up turtles)

Rating: R MINORS DNI: (swearing) Mentions needles and illness, gets pretty dark here ngl (blood, death, and violence), mild suggestive moments

Raphael x OC (female character)

Tags: trigger warning mentions needles, bruises and injuries and dark content, fluff, original character, slow burn romance, Leo and Raph bein' feisty :), foot clan mention

-Yo! Sorry it's taken forever!

-Rose recovers from the serum injection, and well...crazy shit happens.

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It had been 10 hours since Donnie’s serum was injected into Rose’s arm, and her breathing and skin color had finally returned to normal despite her finally falling and staying asleep. Raphael had been ever vigilant, stepping out only briefly to use the bathroom or to get something to eat. It was close to 6 am now, and he could barely keep his eyes open. The only thing keeping him going was all the questions he wanted to ask her when she woke up. They were swirling around his head for hours, and he couldn’t think about anything else.

He had started to make a list.

1.Why was she not afraid of him? 2.What did she dream about last night? 3.Why in the name of fuck was she teasing him like this?

Those questions had been at the forefront of his mind for most of the day. She had been panting and softly moaning his name last night, but seemed so scared when she woke up. Did the thought of sex with him scare her? But then if that were true, why did she want him to stay?

He had to figure out what she wanted from him; he couldn’t take much more of this. He was so used to the world not accepting them, even after they saved the planet from near destruction. He had never had anyone in his corner besides his brothers, and found it hard to accept that anyone, let alone this woman, would accept him the way he was. He was rude, angry, and violent, and he wasn’t going to change anytime soon. That was how the world was always going to see him, anyways, so why try to change it. 

Wanting more caffeine, he quietly stepped out of his room and ventured to the kitchen for some coffee.

Knowing Donnie, there would be a pot somewhat freshly made, as his younger brother was the biggest caffeine addict of them all. Glancing around the lair, he noted that everyone was asleep, except for Mikey. The youngest was perched at the breakfast bar, sipping his coffee from a mug that April bought him last year for Christmas. He had on a well-loved pair of black sweatpants, with some holes around the knees from skateboarding mishaps. Looking up, the orange banded turtle smiled.

“Hey, mornin.” He picked up the mug next to him and offered it to his brother. “I was just going to bring you some coffee, here ya go.”

“Thanks.”

Taking the cup, he sat down next to Michelangelo at the bar.

“Raph, I wanna talk to you about yesterday. That cool?”

“Uh.. yeah, Mike. What’s up?”

Raph and Mikey had always been the closest of the four. They protected each other, and understood each other more than the others. Mike respected Raphael’s strength emotionally and physically, and Raph appreciated Mikey’s ability to let go and have fun. They spent most of their free time together; sharing music, working out, you name it. Mike had grown up so much in the past years since the Krang invasion and Raph couldn’t help but be proud of his younger brother at the strong man he had become. 

“First, I went to Rose’s apartment with her, and wow man, her ex-boyfriend is a huge dick. He wrote her a Dear John letter and left it on her pillow! Like dude!”

Mikey was whisper-yelling, and Raph couldn’t help but chuckle. His brother's hands flew as he talked, body moving like he was dancing with an imaginary partner. He was always so animated. 

“After she sang that song in the lair I knew she was obviously going through some sort of break-up, but shit dude she is hurting. Like I didn’t know what to do so I just held her hand and let her cry. I felt super bad for her- but also I held a girl’s hand, bro!”

Mikey was practically vibrating with excitement, until he noticed Raph’s shoulders tense and freeze in place.

Gotta change the subject, Mike.

“Second, sorry about interrupting you guys this morning. But also… what was I interrupting?”

The sudden jealousy over Rose holding hands with his brother faded, but he was no less tense. 

“I…I really don’t know, Mike.”

With any of his other family members, this conversation would be awkward. Yet with Mikey he could talk about anything, and there would always be nothing but support and compassion in return.

“Well it looked like you guys almost kissed from where I was standing dude.”

“Yeh, I guess so.”

“Why were you in there with her though, did you spend the night?”

“Kinda.”

Raphael blushed under his mask, and took a sip of coffee to cover it. He himself didn’t have the answers to Mikey’s question barrage yet, and he needed more time to think about it.

“DUDE WHAT”

Mikey punched his brother's arm in excitement, almost spilling the hot liquid everywhere.

“Mike! Chill!” Raphael whispered, and Mikey nodded and took a breath. “I don’t really know what ta make of it myself yet, but I need ta talk to her about it first. I’m..I dunno, confused. Shit’s moving so fast.” He got quiet as he drew inward again, lost in thought.

A few seconds of silence went by before either of them spoke again.

“Well man, let me just say this.” Mikey started, pulling Raph’s attention back. “Her ex really hurt her, and I think she is really struggling with that, not to mention the attack a few days ago. She’s scared and sad and needs a friend more than anything else right now.”

He stared blankly at his brother, surprised by the sudden maturity and insightful observation. Mike went on. “That being said, Donnie and I agree. She likes you, dude.”

Raph blinked slowly as he processed what Mikey said. So, he wasn’t imagining things, then. He then smiled into his arm as he turned away, trying to hide the happiness blooming on his face. He patted Mikey on the head in a gesture of gratitude.

“Thanks, Mike. Now go ta bed.”

He shooed the youngest off and rose from the bar stool, taking his coffee with him as he walked back towards his room.

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The door creaked slightly as it opened, and Raph made a mental note to fix that once Rose had woken up.

He and Donnie fixed everything around the lair; a door hinge was nothing.

Closing it behind him, he sat back down in his chair and eyed her still form on the bed. Rose was still breathing normally, and looked peaceful as she slept. She seemed angelic in the soft glow from the bedside lamp, and he loved the look of her sleeping comfortably in his bed.

She fit in well here, with him.

A smug smile crept over his face as he watched her, letting his mind wander around her on his bed, gripping on to his sheets as she panted his name like she did the night before. He was so lost in thought, he didn’t hear her stir in the bed until she said his name louder, ripping him from his daydream.

“Red, what time is it?” She mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes. She sat up, expecting her body to hurt but was pleasantly surprised when she felt nothing.

“About 7 am, give or take. How do ya feel?”

“You know, I feel great. Like weirdly great.” Rose laughed as she spoke, and watched as he placed his cup on the bookshelf and walked over to her. He sat down on the mattress next to her and lifted his hand to feel her forehead.

“Well, yer fever’s gone, that’s a good sign. We’ll havta see what the Doc thinks.”

“If Donnie's the doctor, does that make you my nurse?” She said with a giggle; a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes.

Raphael grunted at her and moved to stand. If she felt well enough to crack jokes, then he could finally get some rest.

Rose grabbed his hand in hers before he could get up. “Hey no, don’t leave. I was just kidding, I'm sorry.” She apologized with a laugh, but didn't let go. “Were you awake all night?”

“We’re always up at night, dork.” He looked down at their intertwined hands.

What was she doing? 

Raph continued. “I normally go ta bed about 6 or 7 am anyways, so I’m fine. Everyone else goes ta bed earlier.”

As he spoke, Rose traced the curves of his hand with her fingers, feeling the scars and calluses against her soft skin. 

His eyes were glued to her hands as they caressed his. He had no idea why she was doing it, but he never wanted her to stop. Sensations rippled over him that he couldn't explain as her fingertips brushed against the back of his hand, and his jaw clenched tightly as she started to move further up his forearm. 

Suddenly, he felt her gaze on him and he looked up to see Rose watching him, watching her. She smiled, the sweetest softest smile and Raph’s heart could’ve burst right there.

Fuck, she was gorgeous.

“I should get Donnie- he’ll wanna check on ya now that yer up.” He said, moving his hand from hers and standing up from the bed. She sighed, obviously disappointed. He ducked his head down a little, shying away from her.

He didn't want to leave, but he needed some space. After the talk with Mikey this morning, he agreed that she needed some time to herself more than anything right now, not to involve herself with another guy. Especially a mutant turtle from the sewers, he reminded himself.

“Fine. But just come back, okay?” She winked at him, and it was so awkward and cute he had to mentally restrain himself from leaning down to kiss her right there.

“Uh, actually..I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? Aren’t you more comfortable sleeping in your own bed, Raph?”

“I um..well…I jus don’t want things ta get complicated for ya. Ya need ta get through what ya went through, and ya need ta do it by yerself.” He looked down at the floor, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He knew she wouldn’t like his answer.

“Don’t tell me what I need, Raphael.”

He looked up to see her glaring at him, green eyes now dark with anger and almost melting a hole in his head. She stood up from the bed to face him. She was so short and small, but the rage coming off of her right then was enough to make him on edge.

“I’m just sayin, maybe takin some time ta yourself would do ya some good, help ya see straight-”

“Are you saying something’s wrong with my judgment? Do you think I’m not capable of thinking for myself? Or are you just finally showing your true colors and telling me that as a woman I’m too dumb to make decisions by myself, and that I need a big, strong man to fix all my problems for me?” Rose was getting increasingly louder as she rambled on, and Raph didn’t understand what had happened.

All he knew was that she was pissing him off, and he didn’t have to take this shit.

He didn't owe her anything. 

“You wanna calm the fuck down? All I was tryin ta say was that-”

“Don’t you DARE tell me to calm down!”

“What the FUCK is yer problem?!”

By now their yelling had woken up the entire lair. The three brothers stood in the living room listening, all incredibly tired but worried for the safety of their houseguest. Donnie was the first to speak.

“Well, at least we know that she’s feeling well enough to fight,” He said with a chuckle. Leo was more concerned, however, and shot Donnie a look of annoyance.

“I’m going in there. He’s going to do something stupid and hurt her.”

“Hold up, Leo,” Mikey interjected. “Raph likes her, there’s no way he’d do anything to her.”

Leo winced at his brother's words. “I suppose you’re right, Mikey. But if anything happens-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the door to Raphael’s room flew open. Rose stormed out, cursing under her breath in spanish as she put her shoes on and grabbed her jacket. Raph came stomping out after her, still fuming.

“You gunna fuckin answer me!?”

Rose whipped around to yell back at him from the main entryway to the lair.

“YOU’RE MY PROBLEM, DICKHEAD!”

“FINE, LEAVE THEN, I COULDN’T CARE LESS!”

“GET BENT, PENDEJO!”

With that, she stomped off into the tunnels. The brothers turned to look back at Raphael, whose loud footsteps were headed to the weight room.

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Shit. Which fucking way was it? Left?

I’m lost.

Fuck.

After storming out of the lair, Rose had wandered the tunnels for about an hour, looking for a way up to the surface. She figured that if she could at least find a ladder she could re-orient herself once she was up top, but she hadn’t been able to find one; just more dark tunnels and dead ends.

At this point she was just trying to find her way back to the lair, but she couldn’t even do that. She had fled in such a blind rage that she hadn’t paid any attention to where she was going, and now it was biting her in the ass.

She was still so angry with Raph that the thought of being dragged back to the lair sounded like brutal torture, but it was better than dying, lost in the sewers. She leaned her back against a clean-ish wall and slid down to wrap her arms around her knees.

“FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!” She screamed in anger, her curses ricocheting off the wet sewer tunnel walls.

She could not believe how dense Raph was.

Did he seriously not understand that she liked him?

She had laid it out pretty obviously. 

Maybe he wasn't into human women?

No, Mikey had talked in detail about his and Raph's infatuation with April as teens during their videogame session yesterday.

Rose knew that she had seen lust in his eyes; had felt him lean down to almost kiss her- so what had changed? 

It wasn't that he thought she wasn't available, they had talked about her situation on the roof that night of the meteor shower. 

Then it hit her; maybe he was so apprehensive because he thought he was just a rebound for her, and he wanted his first relationship to be more than that.

That makes so much more sense.

There was no way that Raphael could have known what her last six out of eight years were like with her ex. He had stopped touching her and initiating sex two years in, and she had only blamed herself. She thought it was because was too fat, not attractive enough, etc. So Rose started hitting the gym religiously and made sure she always looked perfect. She sacrificed her social life to spend all her free time working on her appearance, to save her relationship. She became the trophy girlfriend, and yet was still in a sexless relationship.

Her boyfriend just kept giving the same excuses, “It’s me, not you”, or “I’ll work on it, I promise”. Rose was left crying alone in their apartment most nights, wondering what she did to deserve a love that was so soured. The relationship had been over a long time before that night at the bar, the night she met the turtles. Raphael had no way of really knowing; she hadn't gone into that much detail about it. From where he stood, it definitely could look like she was just throwing herself at the first guy to walk by after a break-up.

He was just trying to be respectful and make sure she was healing from her heartbreak, and she had cussed him out for it.

Oops. 

Still lost in thought, she lifted her head when she heard footsteps approaching. She assumed the guys had found her and moved to stand and greet them, brushing the dirt off her shorts. It would probably be a little awkward, but she would have to get over it. As the steps grew closer, she called out to them and flicked her light from her phone that she had been using in the direction of the noise.

“Hey guys, over here. Sorry about that whole mess, I just had to ge-”

As Rose spoke, the approaching footsteps rounded the corner and showed themselves. The flashlight from her phone flicked over them and illuminated three men in head-to-toe black military gear, with ski masks covering their faces. They had lights on the end of their guns, and they trained the bright beams on Rose. One of them stepped forward and spoke.

“Are you lost, ma’am?”

Rose tensed, but managed to squeak out a response. “Um, no. I’m fine.”

“Ma’am, you’re in a sewer tunnel by yourself. Are you sure you aren’t lost?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Go about your business.”

The man laughed and turned to his colleagues, who also snickered. She was aware of how ridiculous she looked, but she didn’t want help from anyone. She would get herself out of her own mess. Plus, there was no way these were good guys. The man stepped towards her.

“Well ma’am, If you’re not lost, and you’re down here intentionally,” He paused, and his cohorts lifted their guns back up to their shoulders. “I think you might know some friends of ours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rose turned to walk away but the man grabbed her by the arm.

“I need you to come with us, ma’am.”

She looked down at where the man was gripping her and felt her blood boil. She was so sick of men touching her, telling her what to do, what to think, how to act.

“Get your fucking hands off of me.”

She said through gritted teeth, feeling the hair rise on the back of her neck.

She could feel her body radiate with anger, and knew that this time she would fight to the death, with every last ounce of strength.

She didn’t care anymore.

The men started to laugh again. “Oh, and what are you going to do about it?”

Rose flicked her gaze back to look up at the man, and smiled.

And she punched him in the face.

Only, she hit him so hard, he flew back into the opposite tunnel wall, making an indent in the cement with his body as he crumpled to the ground. Rose looked down at her hands in disbelief, then back at the other two men, who were also staring at her in shock. She laughed, and a wave of excitement flooded her.

“Well, come and get it boys.”

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Raph had been in the gym since Rose stormed out of the lair. He had taken to his punching bag, letting out his frustration and anger from their fight with each blow. He couldn’t understand what had happened, why she had gotten so intensely upset with him. He was just looking out for her.

“Fine-”

Thud.

“She wants to act crazy-”

Thud.

“I ain’t gunna stop her.”

Thud.

“What the fuck is her problem anyways.”

He continued his barrage on the punching bag as his mind tried to search for any reasonable explanation for Rose’s outburst. His body swayed back and forth, almost dancing with the bag as he delivered blow after blow, muscles glistening with sweat. With each hit he started to feel a little more clear headed, as he always did when he sought comfort here after fights with his brothers. The familiar motions were like meditation for him, and took all the frustrations he couldn’t name away. Thinking more about her outburst, and what he knew about her situation, he realized it probably had more to do with her than him. She just didn’t have a punching bag to take it out on.

Chuckling to himself, he thought that maybe yelling at someone was what she had really needed after all. Normally he didn't take that shit from anyone, but if she was doing the yelling, he guessed he didn’t mind it as much. Despite the anger and rage in the moment, seeing the passion and fire in her eyes was both alluring and comforting. He was glad to know that despite everything she’d been through, she still had some fight left in her. And fuck, did she look hot when she was angry. Shaking his head and striking the bag again, he tried to shake off the feelings of lust that were creeping in. She didn’t need to deal with his feelings on top of everything else right now, and he didn’t even know how to deal with his own growing feelings for her.

Thud.

“Get a grip, jackass.”

Thud.

Raph knew she was pretty beat up emotionally, and she was probably keeping it inside like he did. She had told him off just like he told everyone else off, and then took off for some space just like he usually does. Raph couldn’t help but smile at how much they had in common. Gripping the bag suddenly, he had a sobering thought.

“She’s probably lost in the tunnels. I’m so stupid, shit.”

Raph quickly made his way from the weight room to the living room, cursing under his breath as he jogged through the lair and frantically looked for Donnie. To his surprise, Leo and Donnie were still awake and gathered by the purple clad turtle’s computer monitors, speaking in hushed voices. As Raph approached, Leo turned and nodded, gesturing for him to head over.

“Leo, she’s probably lost in the sewers-”

Raph was cut off by his elder sibling raising a hand in the air, signaling him to stop talking. He hated when Leo got on his high-and-mighty leader shtick, but he bit back his anger and stayed silent. He needed to focus on finding Rose, and he could be mad at his brother later.

“We know, Raph. Donnie’s working on tracking her through our surveillance system. But before I give you that information, I’d like to remind you that this is your mess - and I don’t intend to clean it up for you.”

With the last words Leo jabbed one of his three fingers at Raph’s plastron. He could feel the anger start to bubble out, not able to bite it back any longer. 

“ Oh yeah, Leo? That it?” His voice was thick and dripping with sarcasm.

“No, actually.”

Leo continued, taking a step closer to his brother. Raph was seething with anger, clenching his fists at his side and breathing slow to stop himself from taking a swing at the leader of their group.

Of their family. 

“ She’s been through enough, Raph. She doesn’t need you hurting her on top of that. I stood by and said nothing while you openly shared a bed with her and flaunted it, but I won’t let you damage her even more because of your immaturity. Consider this a warning.”

Leonardo looked at his younger brother with a steely gaze, his blue eyes piercingly vivid as he spoke.

“ What the fuck’s that ‘sposed ta mean, Leo.” Raph spat back, eyes equally as hard as he stared his brother down. The two terrapins were locked in a silent battle, and the only sound in the lair was the faint clicks of Donnie's keys on his keyboard. 

Leo stepped back and crossed his arms, flexing his biceps just a little bit. Smiling, he broke the silence.

“ You know exactly what I mean.”

“YOU BETTER WIPE THAT SMUG GR-”

“Got her!”

Raph’s outburst was interrupted by Donnie’s surveillance system finally locating Rose in the sewer tunnels. Raph and Leo exchanged one final hard look at each other before returning to Donnie’s side.

“C’mon, show me somethin’ buddy.” Leo said as he strode over, his face dark with worry.

He hadn’t known Rose for very long, and Raph had monopolized most of her time, but he had grown fond of her despite it. She was an intriguing woman; he couldn't help it. He cared about her safety, and he was incredibly ticked off that she was in this mess because of Raph. His brother didn’t appreciate her attention, didn’t know how lucky he was. 

Leo wouldn’t stand for it. He let Raph get away with a lot, but not this time.

“ I found her in one of the far outer tunnels, but guys,” Donatello turned to face them, “ she’s not alone.”

Leo yelled to his brothers, already jogging towards the weapons room.

“ Let’s move out, boys.”

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Blood.

There’s so much blood.

I can’t get away from it.

Rose sat against the dank and damp sewer wall, face wet with tears, but she was unable to wipe them away.

Her hands were steeped in the blood of the men who tried to attack her.

It was sticky and seeping into her every pore, and everywhere she looked the walls were caked with it.

She didn’t know how, but suddenly her strength had quadrupled, and she was stronger than she could've ever wanted. After the first punch, the first man had cracked his head into the wall and hadn’t moved again. The other two immediately started firing their guns at her, so she had had no choice.

It was her or them.

It was fun for a moment, punching bad guys and being a superhero; until she realized that she was killing them.

Then the guilt set in.

She didn’t notice how much damage she had done until it was too late.

Until their blood was pooling on the ground in thick, red, murky puddles and they weren’t moving anymore.

Rose had attempted first aid, but the life had already left their broken bodies- there was nothing to save; she was a murderer.

So, she sat there in the dark and cold sewer and cried; cried for them, for herself, for the hopelessness that was her life now.

She was a monster.

She had become the thing that lurked in the darkness of her nightmares.

And she couldn’t escape.

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Raph could smell the blood up ahead, they all could.

Thanks to the turtle genes they possessed they all had incredible senses of smell, and the overwhelming metallic scent of human blood was almost enough to make him choke- There was a lot of it. The three of them exchanged worried glances and continued on.

“ Guys, my scanner says it’s just up ahead.”

“Thanks Don, ya doin’ sports and weather next?”

“Stow the attitude, Raphael. We need to be on alert. Donnie, is there any more movement up ahead?”

“ No, Leo. Just one person is showing up on the scanner now too. I suggest we proceed with caution.”

Leo nodded in agreement, and they continued forward. As they turned another corner, the group could faintly hear the sound of someone crying. The brothers moved silently in the shadows towards the sound, further and further down the tunnel until the smell of blood was almost unbearable.

As they approached, they saw a figure crouched on the ground, clothes stained with blood and its face buried in its hands. A pile of bodies laid nearby, all wearing foot clan uniforms and clutching heavy artillery.

Donnie was the first to call to her, recovering from shock the fastest.

“ Rose? Is that you? Are you ok?”

The figure shot up from where it was sitting and took a few steps back.

“Don’t come any closer, please! I don’t want to hurt you!”

The sound of Rose’s voice choking back sobs was enough to snap Raphael out of his trance. He pushed past his brothers and moved towards her.

“Please, don’t! I-I don’t-”

Rose could barely keep it together as she begged him to stay away. She didn’t want to hurt anyone else, but he just kept coming towards her.

He didn’t stop until he was face to face with her, looking down at her blood spattered skin and tear-stained eyes. She looked up at him, and Raph saw nothing but fear and self-loathing there- something he was no stranger to.

He held her gaze as he spoke, gold eyes softening as they looked in her emerald ones.

“ There’s nuthin’ you could do that could scare me, Princess.”

He pulled her into his arms and embraced her, pressing her into his plastron gently. He could feel her body shake with soft sobs as her arms reached up to curl against his chest plates.

Raph scooped up her legs from underneath her, and pressed her close to his chest as lifted her fully into his arms.

“ It’s ok, I gotcha.”

Rose nodded and buried her head into his neck. Her tears continued, but she felt relief swell over her as Raphael held her. She had never felt this protected or safe, like she could truly let her guard down and openly…feel.

Suddenly she felt new, thicker tears trail down her face, this time for different reasons. 

Fuck- she hated crying. 

Raph looked over the mess of copper curls against his chest, hearing the soft hitches in her throat starting up once more.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, “ it’s gunna be ok. I’m takin’ ya home.”

He gave a look to Leo and turned on his heel to head back to the lair, while his two brothers looked on in bewilderment. As soon as they were out of earshot, Donnie couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Leo, what the FUCK was that.” Spinning around, he gestured to the scene around them. “What the fuck is this?!”

“Language. I don’t know, Donnie.”

“There’s so much blood?! We don’t even know what happened! I mean, I’ll have to run some scans, collect evidence-”

“Donnie.”

Leo’s voice pulled his younger brother out of his spiral.

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok, Donnie. Let’s just take care of things here and then head back.” Leo said, eyes intense and sweeping the scene. He knew Raph would see to it that Rose was taken care of, but he was increasingly concerned with what happened here and how she was, well, unharmed. Something wasn’t sitting right.

Donatello looked back at his brother and nodded solemnly, knowing what he meant. It wasn’t often that they had to clean up messes like this, but back before Raph had gotten his rage under control...well things had been much worse. The red banded turtle had often come home with blood on his knuckles and shell after beating someone bloody, in worse shape emotionally than when he’d left. Raphael talked with his fists, sometimes not caring how much damage he did. At least that’s how it seemed to his family.

Donnie adjusted his glasses and got to work, collecting some photo and physical evidence before assisting Leo with the gritty clean up.

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(sorry for taking so long to write this! I started to chicken out about the serum plot twist and took a break, but I'm back! Hope you liked it don't hate meee)

[yanderepuck]

Salai-Chapter 8

WELCOME TO SALAI'S ROUTE. This is a FAN MADE route of my oc, Salai. This means this route contains my headcanons for the characters and in no way is suppose to represent the canon story. This is just a fun little time because I know many of you enjoy Salai. Feel free to engage, talk theories, send asks (even to @ask-salai ).

DISCLAIMER: His route his not canon to his character. Also, all of his lore in not in the route for simplicity reasons plus please feel free to ask about him.

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You finally get to the mansion after hailing down a carriage and you hurry inside.

Sebastian: Mitsuki!

You look over and see him and Napoleon rushing over to you.  Napoleon takes you in his arms and holds you.

Napoleon: Where were you?!

They sound so worried about you.

Sebastian: What happened?  Are you hurt at all?  Why didn’t you come home?

They start bombarding you with questions and then Sebastian sees the bandage on your arm.

Sebastian: You are hurt!

You haven’t even gotten a chance to say anything.

Napoleon: What?  

He lets you go and looks at your arm.  He then picks you up.

Napoleon: Let’s get you cleaned up.

Mitsuki: H-Hey!  I can walk!  Plus I’m fine.  It’s just a little scratch and Andrea took care of me.

Napoleon: Andrea?

Sebastian:  You mean that guy you went to lunch with the other day?  The one you just met and I told you to be careful around.

He would flick your head if you weren’t already hurt

Mitsuki: It’s not like that!  We spent the day together yesterday and I was going to leave-

Napoleon: You spent the day with some stranger?

Mitsuki: I've lived with you guys for a month and we’re all strangers

You pout.  Is it really any better?  Maybe you could argue that it’s different, but not by much.

Mitsuki: But I’m fine!  He took care of the cut and I stayed in his apartment for the night since it was too dangerous to go out at night.  He took care of me.

Napoleon: But did you-

Mitsuki: I slept in his bed and he slept on the couch

You already had a feeling that you were going to be asked that.

Sebastian: Well we should still clean up your arm

Napoleon is still walking with you in his arms, taking you to your room.  You pout the whole way, not wanting to be carried.  You just want to bathe and change your clothes.

Mitsuki: Can I at least bathe first?  I’ve been in the same clothes since yesterday.

Napoleon and Sebastian both hesitate to answer.

Sebastian: Fine.  But when you are done go to Arthur to look at your arm, okay?  

Napoleon sets you down finally in front of your door.

Napoleon: I’ll let everyone know that you’re back

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You spend a long time in the thermae, wanting to relax and think back on last night.  Why did you feel like that when he fell on you?  Did he feel the same?  He didn’t get up right away after all.  So many thoughts are running through your head.  You feel your face get flushed but just blame it on the heat of the water.  You finally get up and pat your body dry, putting on fresh clothes and wrapping your hair up in the towel.  You go back to your room and then you look at the cut on your arm.

It stings, but it isn’t deep and should be healed in a few days.  There was a lot of blood in the moment but it seemed to have closed up already.  You continue to dry your hair.  You might as well see Arthur to get it bandaged, you didn’t have anything to do it yourself.

You sigh and leave your room.  You go directly to the parlor, expecting Arthur to be in there, possibly playing chess with someone. And you were right.  Arthur was sitting there with Theo, and you knew Theo was losing with the look he had on his face.

Mitsuki: Arthur?

He had his back to you.  Hearing his name he looked over his shoulder and smiled.

Arthur: Mitsuki!  Glad to see you are safe.

He gets up from the board and comes over to you.  He immediately takes your arm and rolls up your sleeve.  In any other instance you would yell at him, but surely Sebastian told him why you were here.

Arthur: Go sit down while I get my things.

He leaves the room and you sit in the chair Arthur was originally sitting in.  Theo watches you and looks at the cut on your arm.

Theo: Are you okay?  What happened, hondje?

Mitsuki: It stings, but I’m okay.  I was on my way back and some man attacked me, but…a friend saved me.

You weren’t sure how to word it without going into too much detail, and you didn’t want to go into detail.  You are fine now and that is what matters.

Theo: I’m glad you are safe.  Maybe next time you need to go out one of us should go with you.

Mitsuki: Well… I do need to go out tomorrow… and I was hoping you would come with me.  Remember that painter I was telling you about, Andrea?  He’s open to the idea of having his paintings at the gallery and if you weren’t doing anything he’s happy to have us over tomorrow for you to look at them.

Theo was a little caught off guard.  Not the question he was expecting after the panic everyone was in over the night.

Theo: Sure.  If you think his paintings are good then I guess they are worth giving a look at.

Arthur comes back with a few things and kneels on the floor next to you

Arthur: Are you two making date plans without me?

Mitsuki:  It’s about the gallery

You let Arthur take your arm and let him do his thing.

Arthur: Right, that is coming up.  So what is it about this guy that swept you off your feet that I couldn’t do, luv

So Napoleon even told them that the friend is a guy, and that’s where you were

Mitsuki: It’s not like that!  He saved me and then let me stay at his apartment until this morning.

Theo: The painter?

Mitsuki: Yes, and nothing happened. We were hanging out, I went to his place to look at his paintings, and when I went to leave it was already late and I got hurt.  I don’t see why it is a big deal.

Arthur and Theo both look at each other, both having the same thought.

Theo: Hondje… how does that not sound like an issue to you?

Arthur: You barely know the man, and you went to his apartment

Theo: Sure that isn’t a normal thing even in your time

You pout.  You weren’t going to get through to them.  You can trust him and you know that.  He’s not dangerous and he helped you.

Mitsuki: It’s not like that was my first time spending time with him.  We went to lunch too and-

Arthur: So you got yourself a boyfriend~

He teased and Theo sighed.  There is no point in trying to explain to them.

Mitsuki: It’s not like that!

You felt your cheeks getting red, feeling embarrassed.  You stand up once Arthur is done bandaging your arm.

Mitsuki: He’s here looking for someone.  He’s not interested in me.

You quickly left the room storming down the hall.  You go to your room and lay down in bed.  Did you say that to get them to be quiet, or is it because you wanted to convince yourself?

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pairing: trent alexander-arnold x female oc (named her Alexis)

summary: in which Trent wonders who is the man who got his crush Alexis', attention

author's note: i’m slowly but surely writing for some other football crushes. heavily inspired by the storyline of Sloane and Doug in Grownish (my fraudulent self never watched it, just saw the clips on Twitter). 

warnings: parent character, mention of kids (in case you fear them)

word count: 785

“Alexis” Trent called for the fourth time that night as the girl kept texting on her phone.

“Oh-” Alexis finally looked up to him and immediately apologized awkwardly. “Sorry”

The two were on a date at an Italian restaurant, which she claimed to be her favourite. It must not since Alexis spent her time checking her phone every too often.

“It’s okay” Trent sighed before sipping from his glass of water.

Despite her bizarre behaviour, he still wanted to get to know her. They ordered their food before going back to talking.

“So…how did your doctor’s appointment go, yesterday?” Trent started, trying to engage in a conversation during their meal.

“Oh it was fine, but it was not for me” Alexis responded innocently, concentrating on the plate of gnocchis in front of her and trying her best to ignore her phone.

“Really ?……oh”

Her response had made Trent’s suspicious thoughts come back to his mind. Nobody refuses a date to go to a simple friend’s appointment. 

Maybe it was for something serious and she just played it off. 

It might be for a family member.

He tried to give Alexis excuses but the more he tried, the more it seemed weird. During their few encounters and previous dates, she had awakened his interest and he wanted to see where this could go. But every time she would be glued to her phone, checking it every two seconds. They could never have a continual conversation without her receiving a call and Alexis would always come back and excuse herself claiming it was nobody. 

Maybe there was someone else in her life.

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They had finished their dinner and were just enjoying each other’s company before being interrupted by Alexis’ phone. She looked at the contact name and stood up with her coat in her hand.

“I’m sorry, I have to pick up” Alexis did not even give him time to say anything, she was outside, her phone to her ear. Trent, whose exasperation had reached a new level, decided to ask for the check, pay and join her outside.

Just as he walked out the door, the girl hung up and approached him, wondering what he was doing.

“I paid already” Trent spoke lowly,  handing her her bag.

“O-okay” She stuttered a bit confused and remorseful.

“I’ll drop you off, don’t worry” Trent grabbed her hand in his, heading towards his car.

He first went on the passenger side, opening Alexis’ door for her, letting her in before going to the driver’s side and getting in himself.

They were ready to go but Trent did not start the engine, his mind too clouded.

“Are we…gonna go or?” Alexis asked in a small voice, confusion heard in her tone.

“I have to ask you something but don’t take it the wrong way” He started looking ahead.

“Is there someone else in your life?” His question had surprised Alexis and made her nervous.

Today was not the day she wanted to tell him. She knew she had to, but not now.

“Um, not really but...” She gave an unclear response, looking down at her hands as she played with them to calm her nerves. “I should just show you”

She grabbed her phone going through her gallery before turning the screen to him.

“His name is Leo. He’s about to turn two. And…yeah, that’s the other man in my life” Alexis told him in a shy voice. “That’s why I always check my phone”

Trent looked at the photo in disbelief. He had imagined all the scenarios in his head, but not this one.

“Woah” was the only word to come out of his mouth.

“Haven’t thought of that outcome, yeah?” She chuckled a bit looking at the picture of her son. “I had him in a previous relationship and my mind has been focused on him ever since”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you would stop talking to me. It’s the first time in years I kinda felt something for someone and I was scared it would ruin it” She played with the rings on her hand still not making eye contact.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you came clean about it” Trent reassured her. “At least, your mind is lightened, and mine too”

The young girl agreed before Trent started the car and drove back to her home. The entire ride, they had spoken about Leo. Alexis told him a few anecdotes all with a big smile on her face.

The excitement she expressed just thinking about him made Trent even more attracted to her. He discovered a new aspect of her: a loving mom whose world revolved around her son.

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Porcelain Doll

Pastel’s note: okay so, last night, when i found out that ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN IS FUCKING HACKED, i didnt know what the hell to do. so i opened my laptop and wrote... something. its been so long since i wrote something, and this one is in very different style than i usually did back in the time where i was pastelbear12 lmao.

this one is about two of my OCs in my genshin self insert delulu ( @aly-kurta knows what i mean LMAO). and i decided to post it here. whatever. enjoy.

TW/CW: mentions of torture, obsession (we love them obsessed), first POV, stockholm syndrome (i think?), does this count as yandere? hes canonically a yandere but, whatever, i forgot how to tag LMAO, maybe alternative universe cause in my original plotline, they didnt meet like this, and this is genshin visionless AU

word count: 2500+

I remember it vividly like it was yesterday. Like my sole purpose in life is to hang that memory prettily, in a silver frame with fancy carvings, in my mind. Etched in my mind like a nagging thought.

It was the coldest day of winter, three years ago, in the heart of December.

I was just from the neighboring city to buy things, walking through the blizzard, when I found a deserted house. I thought it would be nice to catch a break, napping for an hour or so hoping the blizzard would come to an end soon, or maybe eat the steam bun I bought in the town to warm up my stomach. I envisioned a wet fireplace, tattered couches, and icy floor. Truly, I expected everything, other than one thing.

Within those forsaken walls, I didn't expect I would find a woman here.

She was on the brink of death from a long list of illnesses, and the horrible state she was in was laughable. And so, I laughed. Out loud. She could barely look at me, barely even breathe. She fainted some seconds later—she wasn't dead, I noticed her still breathing, barely—and I crouched down beside her body on the sofa. Examining her face. Her body. Her condition. Her, in general. I looked at her.

I deemed her the most captivating being my eyes had ever beheld.

I wanted her. I always like pretty things, so, she seemed like she wasn't owned by anyone, so I just carried her from that cold house and rushed through the blizzard, my plans to take a break soon forgotten. She felt weightless in my arms. So light I had to look down at my arms ever so often to make sure she hadn't been whisked away by the tumultuous wind.

I reached the nearest town there and found a fireplace also. I put her down on the floor of another abandoned abode, but this one had a dry fireplace. I lit the fire. The crackling flames cast an orange glow upon her pallid countenance. The snow on her face melted on her cheeks. I wiped it away. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

It would be so, so easy to kill her, I could just trip and fall on her body and she would die dead, and that fact made me laugh again. Really. She was the puniest person I'd seen. And also, the most beautiful one.

I wanted her to be mine. I collect pretty things myself. She could be my next item on the list.

She woke up a couple of hours later. Her confusion evident but I assumed she recognized me. The man who laughed as she teetered on the edge of death. Funnily, she thanked me, and I couldn't help but laugh again. Not because she was funny, no, because she was stupid. My first thank you in such a long, long time. Little did she know, that her beauty was the only thing stopping me from throwing her frail body to the fire, pouring gasoline on it, and leaving her as such.

I didn't tell her any of that though. I just smiled.

"What's your name, love?"

She seemed confused about things. Myriads of whats, whys, whos and hows going in her pretty little head. I understood.

"I don't have a name."

That surprised me. This woman managed to surprise me twice, in a day.

The next hours were spent on her telling me all about her, and it was so reckless and naive of her to say these things to a man she just met, particularly one such as me—a murderer. It was her unlucky day to meet a murderer like me. But she looked grateful for my presence there and I didn't wanna ruin her fantasy. So I just smiled, pretending to be a decent man, just cause I loved seeing her talk. She was so beautiful.

And then I found out that she was dumped by her supposed-to-be family. She never got the luxury of a name. People called her 'Nameless Girl'. Shame. So I offered her a name. She was painfully obvious with her excitement even when she tried to hide it. She couldn't hide anything from me. She was adorable. I told her, that from then on, her name would be Anastasia, or for short, Tasha. Without any particular meaning attached to it.

She liked that, I could tell.

"Do you have a name?"

She looked curious and apprehensive. I didn't see why I should lie.

"Yes."

"Can I have it?"

I snicker, thinking of something that might trigger an amusing reaction from her. I wanted to see that reaction.

"Have my name? Do you mean it as wanting to know my name, or have it, maybe, for your last name?"

She blushed. It was a sight for sore eyes, making its way to a hidden corner of my heart I never knew existed.

"I was joking. My name is Makoto."

She looked at me with wonder. Maybe she was considering whether to address me as her first friend. She then tasted my name on her tongue, the sound cascading like a sacred mantra, sending a shiver down my spine.

I liked how she said my name. I liked my name better after I heard her say it. 'Makoto' never sounded so delightful before.

I was thoroughly amused by the whole situation, so to make things even more interesting, I decided to give her a little 'shock'.

"Tasha. I'm actually a murderer."

Tasha widened her eyes. Yet her calmness returned far more swiftly than I had anticipated.

"Okay." She had said. It almost disappointed me that she appeared unfazed by my revelation. Such ignorance.

"Aren't you afraid? I could kill you anytime."

She shook her head.

And after that, I found out that this woman was even more pathetic than I had surmised. She had a heart problem. She got sick easily. She was weak. The word "weak" fails to adequately describe her fragility. It explained her ignorance of the predicament in which she found herself—alone in an abandoned house with a serial killer—cause no matter what she did, she was gonna die anyway. Should she attempt to escape? Her heart would fail her. Should she remain here? She'd die cause of her own foolish decision to befriend a murderer. Lose-lose situation.

Nobody could ever fathom the itchy feeling coursing through my veins the whole time. I wanted to try, to hurt her. With my hands. The temptation was so overwhelming my hands started to shake.

But I didn't hurt her. It was a blur afterward, and suddenly, I found her sleeping soundly by the fireplace. And I observed her again in her slumber.

The next day, I brought her a gift. A bloodied corpse—an innocent man who had the misfortune of crossing paths with me as he wandered alone down an alley. I threw the lad before her. Carved my initial on his left chest before her eyes. I did it all to let her know who I was.

Dangerous. Cruel. One wrong move, and I'd do the same to her.

She looked at me in horror as I kicked his face into an unrecognizable mess. She threw up when I hung his body with cuffs, blood dripping down the cuts I meticulously made all over his body. She slept in my arms peacefully that night. The same limbs that just tortured an innocent man, wrapped around her waist securely, warmly.

It was sickening. Disturbing.

From that point, she's always been with me, in my journey everywhere. Anastasia is the witness to my cry for joy, my cruel homicides, and my explosive anger. She is always unfazed. She always looks at me as if I were an enigma she was determined to unravel. The way she looked at me unsettled me. I'd beg for her to keep looking at me like that.

Ugh, she's annoying. Insufferable. Burdensome. I wanna kill her.

She coughs blood whenever we walk more than five kilometers in one go. She can't run. Can't swim. She gets a fever every two weeks. She faints all the time. She's really weak I don't even know why I'm keeping her with me. Maybe because I like pretty things. And she's pretty. Beautiful. So beautiful that I just wanna kiss her sometimes.

So, last week, I did.

It was an accident. I love accidents. Or maybe it wasn't an accident. Pretty sure it wasn't, no way it was. I don't repeat accidents; I learn from them. And last week, I kept repeating the 'accident'. And I've learned nothing from it.

We were in the Fatui headquarters, her in my room, and I was just back from a mission from the Balladeer. He’d seen her, and never understood why I'm so stubborn as to keep her by my side. I question the same thing, and that's why his queries are never met with a clear answer. I want Anastasia by my side, end of question.

Scaramouche, my father, scoffed at me. Stella, my sister, rolled her eyes. The Tsaritsa looked at me, half disappointed, half intrigued. Arlecchino and Sandrone just didn't care. Pierro narrowed her eyes. Pantalone forgot where he put his glasses. I couldn't understand Columbina’s gaze. I couldn't see The Capitano’s face. Pulcinella just looked at me, then Anastasia, and walked away. Tartaglia laughed. La Signora laughed even harder.

I would do all of the things aforementioned to myself too.

And so after all of that, I approached her. She was beautiful, and frail, like a porcelain doll. She heard my footsteps and turned to me. She smiled. A mistake. For it drew my attention to her lips. Her dry, chapped lips.

I got the urge to moisten it.

And so that's how I kissed her for the first time.

I could feel her sharply inhale a generous amount of oxygen from her nose, tensing up beneath my touch. But true to form, just as in every situation where I managed to surprise her, she quickly regained her composure. And so she didn't fight back. She allowed me to kiss her lips, so feverishly, to push her further until her back met the window frame. Let me put my hand behind her neck.

I pulled away, just to kiss her again. This time, she kissed me back. Tried to kiss me back. I almost laughed at her poor attempt. It was cute.

I relished it.

And I struggled to make sense of the situation, to decipher its meaning.

I still do.

"What are you doing?"

Now, back to the present, she's now sitting on the window frame. Like how she did last week. Of all the designer-made clothes and dresses I had purchased for her, all with perfect measurements, she chose to wear mine. A pair of jeans, and an oversized shirt. She's practically drowned in that shirt, it was ten times bigger than her. Her hair, just like when I first saw it in the abandoned house, was jet black. Before, it was shoulder length, but now, it has grown to her waist. Slightly wavy. Pretty.

I caress her hair absentmindedly.

"Nothing," she says, and she flashes me a smile. "I was doing something though."

"Care to share?"

"Mhm." She says it like a sing-song. Melodious. I like it. "I was waiting for you, that's all."

I join her, sitting on the window frame. Studying her features. Beautiful.

"That's all?"

She nods. I take her hand. And she lets me. On this spring night, it was quite warm. I can feel her bones beneath her thin skin. I'm afraid I might crush them if I held it too tight. But I'm also afraid I might lose her if I didn't.

How should I hold her hand? Neither are good ideas. What is happening to me.

Dilemma. The realization mortifies me, and I immediately slap her hand away. Regret it in a second when I hear a small cry of pain from her.

"That's alright," she says, reassuring me. "You seem troubled."

You're troubling me, woman.

But I don't say what's on my mind. Instead, I shake my head. "I don't think I am. But you? Undoubtedly."

I'm met with confusion, and she asks me why I think that.

"Because don't you feel so useless? Empty? All you do is wait for me sitting silently and not doing anything until I arrive. When I do, all you do is just talk. You can't do anything without me, can you?"

She doesn't look offended. She just smiles into the distance. To the moon, perhaps. I wish I was the moon.

"You're right. I can't."

I look at Tasha’s profile. She's like a sculpture made by Aphrodite herself.

"And? Have you done anything to fix that?"

She shakes her head. "No, I haven't."

She's making me exasperated. I let her know of that. She smiles, sadly this time, her gaze isn't on the moon anymore. Now, is to the Snezhnaya cityscape beneath us.

Why won't she just look at me? I feel dumb for getting jealous of a mere cityscape.

"Is it the time? The time when you finally find me a burden to you? When you realize I'm just holding you back?"

Of course it is. It is always the time. She's a burden to me. She holds me back. I don't hide it from her, I let her know even.

"Yeah. You've been a burden to me. You've been holding me back since the day I found you, Anastasia."

Finally, she looks at me. I grow breathless. My heart is racing. I hate it. I've never wanted to tear out my heart so badly before.

"Then, should I leave?"

"Where?" I grit my teeth. Where does she think she can go? I wager my entire fortune that she'd die in her first kilometers from here. Or cough blood as she descended the stairs. And die as a fool.

"Somewhere."

How vague. She hasn't even decided where to go. She knows so little about this wretched world.

"Somewhere where I can ensure I'm nowhere to be found by you."

"No."

She looks at me, looking confused.

"Why not? You said I'm a burden."

"Did I ever say I would allow you to leave?"

Her breath catches. I lean in, furious, angry, sad.

"You're not allowed to leave. Ever. Understand, Anastasia?"

"Yes."

Her eyes reflect the moonlight and the stars and my whole world. I love her eyes. I love them even more when they gaze at me, and only me.

"Then... I'm sorry."

Yeah. Be sorry. Be so sorry to me. Cause she has no idea how much she has wronged me. How she's disrupted my mind and stirred my emotions, making it difficult for me to restrain myself from kissing her—

No. Don't look away. I'm terribly upset.

So I grab her chin and force her to look at me. Like this. This is better. She looks at me, bewildered, and I lean in closer.

Our breaths mingle.

Her hands on my arm and chest. I worry the fast tempo of my heartbeat would hurt her frail hand.

I look into her eyes.

And hers into mine.

"You're a burden. You hold me back. Never question that ever."

I whisper.

She ceases to breathe. She's holding her breath.

The blush on her cheeks says hello to mine.

"And I want you to hold me back more. Hold me back as much as you can. Be more of a burden. Cry, whine, fall ill, and scream. Do it. You're stuck with me until the day you die, and you have no other choice."

There. I've said it.

Her lips part.

"Makoto..."

My name. Coming out of her lips. Pure bliss.

"Yes." I pant, the feeling inside my chest suffocating me, something is punching my heart and I revel in every second of it. "Yes, I'm here. What do you need?"

She smiles and kisses me. And dear God, I don't object to this. I want nothing anymore.

A sinner just finds himself in heaven in this godforsaken world.

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what a plot. LMAO, im disappointed of myself

[fernsinthemist]

Happy new year everyone! 💙✨🌟

I hope everyone had and is having a peaceful and wonderful holiday season. What's everyone up to, or how have you celebrated? I made Jason's Frestelse for the first time yesterday and it was so good I might make it again today!

Do you do anything spiritual or magicky for New Years? Any divination, rituals, prayers or resolutions? I want to hear about it :) I will do some rituals in the coming weeks, I think. It will be a year of positive changes for me, as I'm house hunting and working on a portfolio to get a better paying job and in the meantime working on my own business.

One thing I think I will do will be to make another Tumblr for my art solely. I spent a lot of time on old Deviantart, iScribble, and websites like Elfwood and Epilogue(I know, showing my age here). I really miss the community and connections made on those sites through art and it seems that the best option now is just Tumblr. Any artists here who can point me in the right direction? Do I just make an art Tumblr and post with tags? Or is there communities(I think Tumblr has a new option for chats or communities or something?) I want to build up my art portfolio but I also want to make some friends along the way, I miss having art friends and doing the occasional art trade or gifting them art of their OCs or pets as disguised art practice and to make someone's day. And just to have people to talk with and share common interests that I can chat to when I'm online. I miss logging on to my computer to do art or work and have friends to chat to along the way. It made the days go along so much nicer. It felt cozy.

This year I am also going to work more on my divination and spiritual guidance business. I had a terrible loss close to the end of 2024 but I lost a truly magical friend and in a way she is helping me continue with the magic as she did when she was with me. My beloved kitty. I have decided to name the business after her and have changed the logo to a drawing of her as well. My little witch cat. 💜

I think later or this week sometime I will make a short list of resolutions. I love January and it's my most active month so it's good to get habits started for me, I know resolutions don't work for everyone but I like them.

How is everyone celebrating today, what are you all doing? Resting? Planning? Remember anything you do is just fine and you're at the right place wherever you are. You've made it this far :) have a wonderful start to the New Year. ✨

[cultofeclipse0]

Well, I made a jujutsu kaisen OC because my autistic ass has a strong grip on this series so this special interest isn’t dying anytime soon.

Now I just made this OC yesterday, so I don’t have all their abilities quite down yet but the lore is there. I have a quite good bit of lore but i’m not gonna put all the lore down because it will be quite long as it already is. This is also somewhat of a self insert oc. Let me know what y’all think.

WARNING! This may contain spoilers for Shibuya Arc. And the post is a bit long

Name: Solaris

Age: 28

Age in Hidden Inventory: 16

Age in JJK 0: 27

Occupation: Independent Sorcerer/Upcoming Clan Leader

Birthday: November 7th 1990

Grade: Special Grade

Curse Technique: Eclipsed Twins

Shikigamis: She has two shikigamis names Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi. They never meet until there’s an eclipse.

Relations: Geto’s ex wife (when he was executed), Nanako and Mimiko Hasaba’s adoptive mother, and unnamed son’s birth mother

Appearance: I don’t have much as for clothing and styles, but for physical features, she’s blasian, 6’1, long straight black hair, has heterochromia so one eye is silver gray shines like the moon and the other is yellow red mixed shine like the sun, and have slim build. She also has dot like eyebrows.

Personality: Reserved, Morally Gray, Determined, caring (very limited though), pragmatic, but can loosen up as much with Gojo and Geto.

Her Lineage history: Two of the opposing sides that were the children of Tsukuyomi and children of Amaterasu. There would be people in the clan that would secretly have romantic relationships together but could never have a child because the hatred is so strong that on the day of birth, the child will immediately die. The clans would have their own shikigamis and curse techniques, but they disbanded and decreased in numbers because they kept trying to kill eachother and people would run away and hide. Now into the modern world, there is only but a handful of descendants of the clan that would actually know remember any history of the clan due to hidden journals and artifacts.

Backstory: Solaris’s father met her mother. Her mother remembers the history of the clan like the father, but they both hold no grudges because they don’t really care for it. Sooner or later, they got married, but her father thought of an idea. What if they can somehow in some way give birth to a child on the day of a solaris eclipse? Her mother thought that would be a crazy idea to try and experiment with this, but she does go through with it after some convincing. He promises that if the child dies during the eclipse, they will not attempt to have a kid again. But when Solaris was born during the solar eclipse, she lives. 5 years later, they’re raising Solaris until a member of the old Tsukuyomi clan came a murdered them both for treason on mixing bloods and creating a taboo. The member was about to kill Solaris on the spot but she ran away and ran, because she saw them getting murdered. She kept running because she knew she was getting hunted constantly. At the orphanage , she thought she was safe until that same person who killed her parents found her and tried to kill her again. At that moment, her cursed abilities manifested out of fear and killed the clan member with gravitational pull crushing them to death. Luckily, she was outdoors and the body fell in a lake and floated away. Her curse technique manifested in the orphanage and thus spent more time with the shikigami. There were lots of rumors about her since most of the children can’t see curses especially shikigami. But there was one special case when one kid in the orphanage got extremely scared of Eclipse and the shikigami she was talking to. The next day, the kid disappeared. That kid honestly ran away, but that shit really created wayyy more rumors and problems for Eclipse to where it resolved to her never getting adopted.

Entry to Jujutsu High: It was only until she was 14, things really started to shift. There was a murder in the orphanage that couldn’t be explained by simple facts and logistics so this went to the higher ups and soon got sent to Yaga, and thus the mission got sent to Gojo and Geto, because the victim’s death wasn’t normal. They were crushed to death but nothing fell on them. They investigated the area and sensed a huge amount of cursed energy. They looked around the orphanage and sensed it all coming from Solaris. Then they found the shikigami next to her. Gojo and Geto introduced themselves, but they also questioned if she actually did it. Solaris did tell them it was her but she did it in self defense. The woman was about to kill her because she couldn’t stand looking at her anymore. That’s when she acted in self-defense. Gojo says “For a murderer, you’re awfully compliant”. Solaris says “Do I have a reason not to be? Everyone already pointed at me saying that I did it. You’re gonna kill me anyway”. Gojo and Geto got caught right there, but Geto whispered to him and solution that they can possibly do. They can bring her to their teacher and see if there is anything else they can do instead of killing her. It sounded like a good plan but they still need to investigate some more. Gojo asked if she can see her abilities. Solaris says that she can but she can’t show them all. Some of her abilities she can’t even use at all during the day time. This makes Gojo and Geto scratch their heads a bit but now they learned that her abilities depend on the sun and moon. She shows her the gravitational pull technique on a can but it wasn’t as strong as it would be in the day time. Night time rolls around, then Geto and Gojo’s eyes widen when they saw a different shikigami. Solaris smiled at the Moon shikigami and asked “Hey, did you miss me” as she hugged the moon shikigami. Now they realized she possesses two shikigamis. She shows her moon techniques but then they showed her what they really needed to see. When she used gravitational, they used a can again but this time, the can crushed itself into the ground making a hole. Now she’s become even more interesting and possibly useful to Geto and Gojo. So she grabbed her things and went off with them. Once she met their teacher Masamichi, and spent some time with him explaining her techniques and studying her, he convinced the higher ups that she can possibly be useful as she is a special case due to her family lineage and that hasn’t been seen before in jujutsu history. They allowed her to live as it is self defense, but if she doesn’t prove to be of use, she will be executed. And that’s how she went into jujutsu high.

Welp, that’s all I have for now! Sorry that I don’t have much for her technique or a good explanation, but I already know that I have a lot right now. Also i don’t have art because i’m not an artist nor do i have the money to commission 😭

[imagaintnerdwhosbored]

Nightwing x Oc

I don't know how long I spent in what we would call 'housing' Month's years, I had no sense of time except when the alarms went off for lights out, and when I had to wake up. It was the same thing every day, woke up from that god awful alarm, went to the cafeteria for breakfast, with Lila, Owen, Jack, and Po, played at the toy room, had classes, and then came lunch, and then dinner. Everyone at 'housing' knew everyone else, at least a little, I knew everyone's names and talked to some of my dorm mates a little, but never a full-blown conversation. I had sat down at the table I always sat at with everyone else, in the morning. Are group had assigned jobs. Jack would grab the food, and black mailed the staff into giving us the extra cookies from yesterday's dessert. Thats what he was good at he knew everyone and almost everything. Po would grab orange juice with Owen, Po was the mother figure made sure Lila and Owen, always ate their vegetables and fruit. Patching us up so we didn't need to go to the medic. No one liked the medic, he was creepy, no kid that ever went in their remembered what the room or the doctor looked like. No one trusted him so we would use tape and some tissues as band aids, made sure none of the staff spotted us bleeding. And absolutely under no circumstances sneeze or cough in front of the staff stay. These are rules to survive housing, befriend a small number of people (only the people that you recognize the most,) staff always said that we all came in together and that how we know each other so well, never question anything no matter how long you have been their (The staff will always rat you out) you will be sent to the medic, Do not befriend staff (it means they're going to get thrown out and you're going to get punished) and for god's sake don't look for an exit (Even if there is one there is security cameras every were.)

Back to the thing, my job was to make sure Lila didn't do anything stupid. She had a bad habit of trying to befriend everyone she meets. I was sitting talking to her when there was screaming.

'NOO, PLEASE I'LL NEVER ASK AGAIN PLEA-' I had sighed sadly every so often someone was taken to the medic, Thia time it had seemed the kid asked to many questions. All staff knew what scared and antagonized us the most, they used it as a way of discipline, here you were never safe, I recognized the kid too, he was in one of my class's.

Everyone stopped everything as soon as the door slammed shut, taking a moment of silence for the kid. No one knew how long someone would be in there for sometimes it was an hour, sometimes it would be a housing 'day' sometimes it would be '2 days' sometimes more.

When everyone started walking back to their seats after getting the food, there was still a lot of tension. It was awkward, dark, and the air could be cut with a knife. People started eating but I just stared at the plate of food I was given. Before Po nudged me,

'He'll be fine I promise' I looked up at her, I always had a stone-cold gaze, as long as I could remember even in those dreams, before I was in housing. I liked Po, so much because of the light in her eyes, same thing with Lila, they enjoyed everything they did, no matter how sad things got she always had a soft smile and life like eyes, like with Jack and Owen. I didn't' I never felt sympathy for someone really, I just feed off of others' emotions. I was so envious of that, to be able to sleep peacefully, to be able to play games, and learn about history and wars, and not think of how or why we were learning about it, to be layed back and calm, to not wonder why were enclosed in those walls and what's outside to begin with, to never wonder why we were there in the first place.

I wasn't like that I couldn't get sleep because of those dreams, always waking up with a start, my senses were always on flight when I was outside my dorm room. I never felt safe except for when I was under Po's gaze, she calmed me like a mother would her daughter, and I cherished her for that.

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

3 and 6!

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Thank you so much for the ask!!

From this ask game :D

3. Who is the hardest OC to write?

Um, this is actually kinda hard to answer. Mostly cuz for the vast majority of my OCs, I have done a grand total of zero actual writing for. They live as,,, ideas in my head and campfire stories I tell my friends.

I guess I could say that the hardest OC for me to write is Shoko Narakubami? She's one of my first OCs- not a whump one, so I haven't talked about her much on this blog. I think I've always had a little bit of trouble writing her, because what she expresses and what she actually feels are usually pretty different. Also, she has a lot of secrets and important aspects of her character, and I've definitely always struggled with revealing them all in a satisfying manner.

6. Have any of your OCs had name changes? If so, why?

Idk if this is talking about in character or out of character! So I will just do both >:)

OOC, I have an OC named Ivy Fletcher who used to be named Izzy Fletcher. I changed it to Ivy cuz it sounded a little more mature and fitting of the character. Otherwise I don't really change a character's name much, once I start using them.

IC, I have a lot of characters who have changed their names! Aleksy was formerly named Asia Adrasteia. Ashtaroth goes by an alias, Ky. Cerise changed her name from Marie Jean-Deforest. Columba and Isaac have changed their names countless times over the course of their lives, for immortal reasons. Hjordis's real name is Reina, but no one calls him that anymore. Zack discarded his full name in favor of just being Zack.

Also I got a ton of characters who changed their names for transgender reasons. Christian, Félix, Janessa, Javier, Jiayan, Lan, Soren, Storm, Synabel, Volya, Zach, and Zuri. Not including the trans OCs in the above paragraphs.

[bensonsbobblehead]

The Village it Takes 

pairings; Spencer Reid x Mom!reader (ft Daughter!oc)

Spencer fakes his death ( basically how Emily did) leaving you and your 11 year old daughter behind.

Content Warnings; angst, sadness, talks of death and grief.

a/n; Hiii, I am working on a taglist and how to make one for the future im so sorry im still fairly new to this.

wc; 1.0k [ first ]

Spencer was always better with her, you were her best friend but Spencer was her diary. He encouraged her to do things he knew he would never be able to do. She was so outgoing, thanks to you, even though he was shy Ronnie brought out another part of him. After he died everything changed for the household. It was harder for Ronnie to adjust specially as she’s approaching womanhood.  

The two of you had argued almost everyday just for it to end with her breaking down in the end. You knew this was just her way of dealing with her father being taken from her. That didn’t make it any better for you though. Seeing Cameron like this was the hardest thing ever.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so mean mom.” She spoke after two hours of silently watching tv, “I just miss dad so much I want to scream. Some days it hurts to breathe and it makes me so angry. I miss him” she said randomly as you both watch tv together.

Thirteen was suppose to be a fun age where you begin to learn who you are or could be. Camerons chance was taking from her now she’s consumed with this grief. The same grief you were dealing with in your own way. It hurt you so much he was missing his beautiful creation grow up. 

You pushed her glasses up off the bridge of her nose, “I know its so hard, I miss him so much it hurts to breathe but I have you and you have me, this is how we get through it.” Kissing her on the temple.

You pulled you daughter into your side rocking her until she fell asleep. You were both abruptly awoken by the sound of your phone ringing. A call from Aaron Hotchner, which wasnt rare but why was he calling so late? He said in a few words that you needed to head to the BAU. 

You gathered your things wondering what in the world this could be about. You held Ronnie’s hand as you headed up to the office. Your heart was ponding reminding you of the last time you were here. You had came to clear out Spencer’s desk and collect his badge. You remembered it like it was yesterday. All the sad eyes watching you attempt to pick up the pieces of what was abruptly left behind. 

“Do you think something bad happened again?” She asked squeezing your hand harder. 

“I’m not sure Rons” you tried to reassures her also wondering the same thing. You all were led to the bullpen with Cameron opting to sit at her dads old desk. The room was filled with your husband family, Jennifer, Aaron, Emily, Penelope, Rossi, and Luke.

“As you all know Dr.Spencer Reid was pronounced dead three years ago.” Confusion spread across everyone’s face and Aaron continued, “Three years ago I made a decision to keep the identity of Dr. Reid and I take full responsibility.” 

“What do you mean keep the identity of him a secret?” You asked still completely confused, 

“Mr.Scratchs son was caught and killed by the fbi a few hours ago. Three years ago he couldn’t know Spencer was still alive and neither could any of you. Once again I say I take full responsibility” Your face cringing at the name of the man who caused you and your family so much pain. 

Then it hit you Spencer was still alive?

“Aaron what are you fucking saying to me? That my husband is alive?” If this was true all those days spent talking to his grave meant nothing. The picnics or visits to the grave after Ronnies competitions were nothing. Spencer was walking this earth while you were here going through the worse pain in your life. Asking with glassy eyes, you were pulled out of your thoughts by Penelope head snapping toward the door. 

“Oh my God” she said with tears falling from her blue eyes. 

There he was Spencer Reid, the love of your life, the man that made you a mother, he’s alive after three years. He stood tall and a bit bigger with his long curly hair. 

“Y/N I’m sorry, all of you really.” He walked in giving hugs to everyone in the room. You hadn’t even moved, you didn’t know rather to be happy or angry at him. For never saying anything for letting you believe he was gone. 

“Y/N, can — can I hug you?” He asked sincerely not wanting to startle you. Before you could even think your hand was moving to slap him across the face, your angry completely took over. 

“THREE YEARS SPENCER?!?, you left me and your own DAUGHTER and still slept at night?” You yelled causing the entire room to become silent. Spencer stood there with no response which only made you more upset. 

“Say something! Say why you did? Just fucking give me a reason to put us through this” you were hitting him in the chest causing Hotch to grab you. 

“YOU don’t fucking touch me!” You snapped toward him, the man that watched you break down silently after putting your daughter to bed every night. Aaron had been there for you and Cameron since he “died”.

Jack and Cameron were always friends before her dad passed and were even closer as time went on. Most of the time having Ron distracted helped you deal with your grief with Aaron by your side, he was one of your husband’s closest friends.

“Daddy?” You heard Ronnie’s voice from the door, you completely forgot you even brought her. 

Everyone turned toward the teenage who stood tall just like her father. She was even wear their matching converse they decorated together. Spencer turned taking in his daughter, immediately regretting everything . She grew so tall and looked so mature, he missed it all. 

“Cameron I’m so sorry honey, I never meant to hurt you sweetie” he didn’t move allowing her to feel whatever emotion she needed. Her eyes filled with tear with a small weep escaping her lips. Her breathing became uneven, she was gasping for air. 

“Dad? You’re alive?” She asked grabbing her stomach looking for some sort of comfort.

“Yes, I’m here sweetie.” Spencer said walking toward Cameron causing her to step back while shaking her head.

“No, No, I—-I, Mama I can’t —-” she said falling to the floor, gasping for air. you pushed pass Spencer immediately hoping into mom mode. Spencer stood still unsure of what to do to help his own daughter. His heart shattering seeing the pain all of this has caused.

“Im right here baby, just keep following my breathing.” You told her as you sat on the floor with her, Emily coming to sit with her too. 

“In and out” you guided her as her breathing evened out, “I’m right here with you love” you pulled her into a bear hug while looking back at Spencer.

You all got up from the floor as you headed toward the elevator with your daughter not saying a word to Spencer as he silently followed behind.

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 71. brb x oc

a/n: FEEDBACK IS WELCOME I HAD A VERY SHITTY DAY SO I APOLOGIZE IF THIS CHAPTER ISNT THE BEST. also tumblr is being weird and not letting me post unless certain names arent linked ( so it just REMOVES THE LINKS FROM THE TAGLIST AAAAAAA)

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: Fluff,these two idiots will be the death of me again

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41/42/43/44

45/46/47/48/49/50/51/52/53/54/55/56/57/58/59/60/61/62/63/64

65/66/67/68/69/70

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Beatrice was a bit surprised when Leonardo messaged her the very next morning, asking if she wanted to hang out after lunch. She was confused as to why, they rarely spent time together anymore since they became adults - and he became a father - but it worked because Rooster said he was going to visit Pete for a little bit that afternoon. Leonardo asked her to go to Mr.Scoops, where he’d already be waiting, so she’d take Jolene as well.

Bradley drives her over, kissing her lips soundly as she steps out with Jolene’s leash in her hand, “Have a nice talk with Leo.” he mutters against her lips, “And if you can bring some ice cream home, that’d be really cool.”

She laughs back, kissing his lips a few more times “I’ll get you some nice chocolate ones.” she smiles, waving him goodbye and closing the door. He waits until Beatrice disappears behind the doors giving her one final wave before he drives off. 

It takes a few minutes for her to see Leonardo, just Leonardo, no Bianca in sight, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as he looks around. He looks worried when he turns over to look at her, but his smile widens, “Hey, sis.” he says, hugging Beatrice tight, a bit too tight,something was definitely up, “Glad you showed up.”

“You know I’ll never say no to Mr.Scoops.” she says softly, following her brothers with her eyes as he leaned down to greet Jolene as well. Beatrice tried to figure out what was going on with Leonardo, but she couldn’t, not yet. Because her brother, while looking worried, kept the smile on his face the whole time.

She wondered if there was something going on with Cynthia, or Heaven forbid, Bianca. She decided to talk to him about it after they got their ice creams: mango for her and pistachio for him, plus a Puppy Bowl for Jolene to enjoy. Much like the last time she was there, they went to the second floor to sit on one of the tables, thankfully they were all dry - the rain yesterday continued all through the night until early morning - and it wasn’t so cold up there because they remained inside instead of the balcony.

Beatrice looked at Leonardo, who just mixed his ice cream vigorously until it had a smoothie consistency, with her lower lip into her mouth, “So,” she began, scooping her own ice cream to take a small bite, “You felt like having ice cream then?”

Leonardo inhales deeply, leaning back on his chair to meet his sister’s eyes in an unreadable gaze, his hands on his thighs before he speaks, “Cyn is pregnant.” Beatrice chokes on the cold treat, coughing behind her hand in surprise with her eyes going wide, “We found out on friday.”

“She–oh my God, congratulations Leo!” she smiles, but her brother remains worried, “You…don’t look too excited.”

“It’s not that, it’s…” he sighs, “Well, we told Bianca because you know how she is, she ended up finding the pregnancy test and– God,” he rubs his eyes with his hands, then slid them to his graying brown hair, “She doesn’t really…get it, well, she’s mad. She’s mad because she’s having a little sibling and not a dog.”

Beatrice’s eyes softened, “Well, she’s just a child Leo.” she says as gently as she could, “You know she doesn’t get it yet. She’ll get used to it.”

“Sure, but…well, I think she feels a bit betrayed because she wanted to spend the week with mom and dad.” of course Leonardo would be exasperated because of that, worrying that his own daughter didn’t love him anymore, “Not to mention, with the new kid I’d have to get more surfing classes so my time with her would be limited.”

Beatrice frowns a bit, tapping the colorful spoon on the light orange dessert, scooping out a mango cube. She could understand that, even without children herself, that it’d hurt Bianca not having her father so often since Cynthia was a dentist and would spend most of the day out, “I see.” her brother groans, hitting his forehead on the table in despair, the noise making Jolene look up from her bowl in confusion, “Leo,” she calls, sighs, then moves to the chair closest to her brother to touch his shoulder, “Hey, come on.”

“She hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you.” she says firmly, “She loves you, she’s just…five and confused.” Beatrice rubs her brother's shoulder and upper back, trying to comfort him in some way “You know she does love you, don’t be thinking otherwise.” but her brother just kept his head down, something thumping it against the colorful wood and Bea had to place her hand between forehead and table to prevent him from giving himself a headache.

Leonardo lifts his head again, rubbing his eyes and cupping his face with his hands to stare at nothing, his lips pursed downwards, “Who else knows?” Beatrice asks, lowering the hand to her lap.

“Right now, you and Mikey.” he mutters, “Bianca isn’t going to say a peep about it because she’s so angry. She’s probably going to ignore me when I pick her up too, ughh…” he drops his facer on his hands one more time, groaning to himself at how upsetting this situation was. Beatrice just goes back to rubbing his shoulder, making sure he knew she’d be there for him no matter what.

“It won’t last too long,” she says, “You’ll see, she’ll get used to being an older sister, she might even like it more than you ever imagined.”

Leonardo sighs against his hands, then lowers them to support his chin on top of his knuckles, “You know, it kinda reminds me when you were born.” that made Beatrice stop rubbing his shoulder to furrowed her eyebrows in confusion towards him, “Yeah,I was…kinda pissed when I found out you’d be born, I didn’t wanted to uh…you know, not be the youngest one anymore.”

“Oh.”

“But then I saw you with those tubes and everything and…I don’t know, I had a complete change of heart and I loved you from the beginning.” he says, ‘But Bibi…I don’t know, she’s already having a hard time dealing with it now, imagine when the baby is born.”

Bea digested the information that her older brother wasn’t as loving as he was when he found out about her being born. Of course after that they were best friends growing up, with Leo being her protector during middle school and sharing his interests with her every time she asked him about it. “I…I mean I don’t know, Leo. Like I said, it’s about talking to her too, you know?”

“I guess…”

Beatrice looks down at her ice cream, leaning on her opposite hand to keep her eyes on her brother, “Do you want me to take Bibi out? Maybe it’ll help her get used to the idea.”

“Could you?’

“Of course,Leo. You know I wouldn’t mind.”

Leonardo gave her a little smile, then patted her hand in thanks, before he finally dug into his melting ice cream, “Oh, ah, you can tell Brad, if you want.” he says after a while, “Bianca adores him too, so that helps a bit.” Beatrice nods, holding his hand a bit tighter and hoping that would help her brother get his mind out of things.

-

“You need a ladder or something?”

Pete sighed heavily, looking over his shoulder towards his godson with an unimpressed stare, Bradley chuckling as he made his way inside Penny’s place where Mav is currently trying to measure a space on the wall, “Very funny.” the older pilot says, refocusing his eyes to the markings on the wall with his brows furrowed just a bit, “I’m trying to see if this is a good area for the new TV.”

Rooster sees the plasma tv box leaning on the wall, pulling out his Hawaiian shirt and rolling his sleeves to his elbows, “What do you need me to do?”

“Grab whatever isn’t as big as the tv from the inside and place it on the coffee table,” Pete says, scratching another marking with the lead pencil on the wall, “I want to separate it so it’ll be easier for us to put this thing together.”

His godson nods, using the box cutter to pry the lids open and check the contents inside. The bags of screws and wires was tucked behind the back of the TV, so he had to squeeze his huge hand in there to grab everything in one go. The little plastic bag looked up at him before he tossed it to the coffee table,”I’m serious, do you need a stool?” He was trying hard not to laugh at how Pete was almost standing on his tiptoes to reach a higher area of the wall. Bradley barely avoided the pencil thrown his way, chuckling quietly to himself as Pete finally approached the coffee table and sat down in front of it.

Bradley just does the same, right next to him and opened the tool box he had on the side as Pete analyzed every tiny little thing he’d had to use, “Jesus.” he hears Mav say, “I kinda miss when all you had to do was plug it to the wall and be done with it.” he flips through the manual with the same frown, heaving out a loud sigh and then tossing it away, “We won’t need that.”

“We won’t?”

“No, I can figure it out.” he hated how Mav said that so casually, grabbing the contents from the other bag and pouring it in front of them, the tinkling of the tiny screws and rods hitting their ears in unison, “Well, let’s begin.”

This reminded Mav of the few times he’d go fishing with Goose and Brad, when he was barely hold enough to understand what a fishing rod was, with his eyes huge and amazed watching both his father and uncle tossing the baits on the water. It was his favorite thing, he’d always gasp in surprise when they pulled out whatever was that they caught that day. And now look at him, bigger than Nick ever was and yet looking like the perfect mix between Carole and his father.

He was a grown man now, with a healthy relationship - thank God - with a girl who was really sweet and just perfect for him. He was very happy that Bradley found Beatrice and how much her presence helped him grow out of his shell - and from behind the gates he kept around his heart. And he could see it, as clear as day, how much Brad loved her and vice versa.

Thing is, if his math was right, soon enough he’d bring up the subject of marriage. He knew it, he’s a lot like his father in that aspect, he was just waiting for him to say it. He told Penny that six to seven months would be a good time, but maybe he should add a few more months for safety especially because of Beatrice’s personality - she’s a lot more shy and nervous than Carole was, a bit more careful too.  

“Pete.” he hears his nephew say, making him move his eyes from the screws in his hand towards Bradley, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

He hesitated, licking his lips and running his hand down his mustache and chin, a gesture Pete had seen many times in Goose was now mirrored perfectly on Rooster, “I…It’s a curiosity, really.” he assures, almost too quickly, “When my dad met my mom, how long did it take for them to take the next step?”

Mav bit back his smile, the triumphant sound of horns inside his head echoing on his skull and announcing he was very right, “Well,” he begins, “Let’s see, they dated for four months, then on the fifth Goose proposed and then got married before they made six months together.” he remembers how Goose sounded overly excited when Carole accepted his proposal, even picking Maverick up as if he was a toddler, swinging him around the bar they were currently at the time. 

Bradley ‘ah’ed, nodding quietly to himself while busying his hands on another random baggie, unsure what this one had inside besides the usual things from the other ones as well. Bradley looks up when silence follows, with Pete arching his eyebrows for him to continue talking, “Oh,I just wanted to know, that’s all.”

“That’s something interesting to be curious about, did something happen?”

“I just saw their wedding picture a few days ago.” he lies through his teeth “That’s why.”

But Pete knew Bradley a lot, he was really like his father in several ways. However, he said nothing, he just nodded with a small smile, “Okay.” he said, finally looking back at the tv box and pushing himself to his feet, “Help me set this up.”

Bradley follows without saying much, simply doing what Mav asked him to while his brain rushed to every possibility there was. If his father proposed to his mother after five months of dating, then…it wouldn’t be weird right? Still he’d want to at least move in together with Beatrice before he did ask the question, and hopefully he won’t be deployed then so he could do it as soon as he could,  but knowing that maybe it wasn’t as crazy as he thought it was gave him some comfort.

Beatrice would go through a lot in the coming month, between the photoshoot and her birthday - which was still being thought out by Evelyn who was extremely helpful whenever he needed an opinion on what to do. So far they thought on three different places the celebration could happen - he wouldn’t want to give her more to think about and get nervous about either of those things. Especially since her birthday was going to be a surprise.

But, maybe, maybe he could think about the ‘m’ word he has been ignoring for these past months. Is it quick considering societal norms of matrimony? Yes, it was, but he was…genuinely thinking about it. He loved her, she loved him and nothing more in this world would mean more to him than knowing she’d be called his in a completely different level. Beatrice at her aunt’s wedding was already quite something, if he imagined her wearing white and soon to be having his last name as her own…yeah, yeah he liked that.

He just had a lot to think about, a lot of things to consider, to plan too. He just wanted to know what would happen past her birthday, hopefully he wouldn’t be deployed - which seems almost illogical to think about and he couldn’t just prevent it from happening if he had  to go -  so he could enjoy the celebration with her. His heart really felt a lot lighter than before, that’s for sure…but he hoped his questioning would make ideas pop in Mav’s head just yet, he’d prefer if his godfather/uncle kept quiet about it.

After setting the TV up on the wall, the two of them tested the channels to check if everything was going well, which made Bradley look around the place in question, “Where’s Penny?”

“She’s out with Amelia and Shells, I think they are getting stuff for when Amelia goes back to college.” Pete explains flicking through the channels quickly, nodding when he noticed everything was working fine “I think it’s done. Hey,” he asks his godson when he drops the remote on the couch, “You want a soda or something?”

“It’s sunday afternoon, Mav. Jesus…yeah give me one.” both men chuckled as Mav led Bradley to Penny’s kitchen, well Penny and Mav’s now he supposed, opening the door to pick two Budweisers from the inside, tossing one of them towards Rooster who grabs it mid air. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Mav tosses the bottle opener to his nephew after he pops his own bottle, hearing the ‘pop!’ and the subtle fizzing noise coming from inside. He leans his back against the kitchen table, while Bradley leans his shoulder against the wall supporting his weight on a hip, “So, where’s Bea?”

Mav smiled when Bradley’s lips quirked just at the mention of her name, “Out with her brother, he wanted to talk to her.”

“Nothing bad, I hope? You’ve been behaving around her family, right Bradley?”

The young Bradshaw huffs out a laugh, licking his lips before tipping the bottle to swallow the amber liquid, smacking his lips once he’s done, “I’ve been doing great. I don’t think there’s anything to do with me.” he pauses, looking down at the bottle with a little grin, “I like them, her family I mean. They are protective over her for a good reason.”

Mav only heard from Rooster that Beatrice’s ex was anything but a nice person to her, he didn’t know any details besides that and he didn’t think he wanted to know more details at all. Knowing that someone was mean enough to make an entire family hate you was enough reason for him “Maybe I can meet them one day.” at your wedding, he thought, drinking his own soda to hold back the words, “They seem like nice people.”

“They are, God, that Christmas’ Eve was…really cool.” he says softly,”They all really welcomed me, it was…it was really nice to have something like that again.” not to mention he got a lot of gifts. And a very special one from Beatrice that still made his body shudder just at the memory of it. 

Pete grinned, taking another sip of his soda and looking back at Bradley, seeing how his eyes shone when he spoke about it. It honestly made him so happy to know that Rooster was slowly finding a family again, he still had him and the Daggers, but there was something special about…having other people that cared for you. And he knows how much he wanted both Carole and Goose with him, he knew that, but he was more than happy to know that Beatrice’s family took him in so easily.

Before they could continue their conversation, a tune came from the back of Bradley’s pants, the pilot immediately picking it up and smiling at the screen, “It’s Bea.” he says, holding up the phone for Mav to see, “I’ll pick it up, be right back.”

“Go on, Romeo.” Mav laughs as Rooster walks away, “Go on.”

Rooster answers the call when he’s far enough from Mav, pressing the phone to his ear, “Hey gorgeous.” he coos, “How’s your day with Leo going?”

“Oh, it’s going fine. Um,I’m actually on my way to pick Bianca from my parents.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, uh…Well, she’s going to be a big sister and she isn’t very happy about it, so Leo asked me to you know, stay with her for a bit and maybe make her see it’s not so bad?”

“Ah,I see. Well, first of congratulations to Leo,” he hears a male voice reply a quiet ‘thanks’ from the background, “Also, do you want me to pick you up? I can go with you and Bianca to wherever you two are planning.”

“I was actually thinking about taking her to the dog park, since I have Jolene with me.”

Bradley nods, leaning his other shoulder against the wall, “Sounds good, angel. Do you want me to pick you up from your parents?” she answered positively, the sound of the car parking, meaning she was already there, “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be there okay?”

“Okay, Roos. I love you! See you in a little bit.”

“I love you too, pretty girl. See you soon,” he hangs up the call with a smile, drinking the last of his soda before he goes back to where Mav is still leaning against the kitchen table, “I’m going to go meet Bea at her parents’ house.”

“Everything okay?” Pete asks after Bradley hands him the empty glass bottle.

“Yeah, her niece isn’t feeling the greatest so we’re going to take her out for a bit.” he says, patting his pockets as he tries to find his keys, finally remembering he dropped them at the glass bowl Penny keeps close to the door where all the other keys go as well, “It’ll be fun.”

Mav follows Bradley to the front door, thanking his nephew one more time for coming by and helping him out, then telling him to enjoy himself out there, watching as Rooster entered the blue Bronco, waving him goodbye and then driving off. He got to Bea’s parents in a few minutes, his girlfriend was seated on the front steps of the house with Bianca on her lap and Jolene lying by her feet.

Bianca’s little blonde head lifted when she saw the known blue car, but she had a pout on her face that didn’t diminish. Jolene greeted Bradley first when he walked out, the pilot leaning down to pat her head and ribs before he made his way over, “Hey,” he says when Beatrice stands up, meeting her lips in a sweet kiss then turning his head to Bianca, “Hey there, Bibi. How are you doing?”

Bianca just shrugged, hugging her aunt’s neck even tighter, making Beatrice gently rub her back with a soft gaze, “She’s going to be fine, aren’t you honey? We are going to the dog park! It’s going to be fun!” Bianca just buried her face on the curve of Beatrice’s neck and shoulder, her aunt giving Rooster a worried look but he just mouther for her to ‘not worry’.

Her parents had an extra toddler seat in the house as well, so they didn’t have to go all the way back to her house and get the one she had, making it a lot easier for Beatrice to plop Bianca inside - the little girl still looked upset, but she rubbed her hand on Jolene’s head with the same little pout on her face - then turned to Rooster before they enter the Bronco, “My parents don’t know about it yet,” she mouths ‘the baby’ “So, we need to be careful when talking about it.”

“Got it.” he turns his eyes to the door, “Are they home?”

“They are, but my mom is currently power cleaning everything and my dad is trying to help her, so they just know we are going out together.” she explains, both of them finally inside the car, Beatrice looking over to where Bianca was to check on her. Her niece just looked bored and upset, her little arms crossed over her chest with her head tilted to the side.

Beatrice bit her lower lip in worry, turning to face Rooster who in turn grabbed her hand, kissing the back, “It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song vi (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. 

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader   au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, smut; basically a montage of the sex they’ve been having during the rest of the summer lol, they can’t keep their hands off one another, seokjin’s mouth gets progressively dirtier as time goes on, he also gets strategic with condom storage, smut includes; 69, face riding, condomless sex, creampie, biting, (light) spanking, there’s cute things too, like arin’s birthday party and oc meeting his parents   words; 12,064

��︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

You spent the whole of Sunday in bed – which you thought was Seokjin’s plan all along, only finding your way downstairs to eat, and even then he couldn’t keep his hands off you for long enough. (Not that you minded.) He was making the most of it, he told you, before he had to leave you for work. That, and he was waving goodbye to his celibacy the right way… Despite your snort, you understood what he meant. You had fun familiarising yourself with the wonders of sex again… Miraculously blessed with an abundance of energy. Although, when it came to Seokjin, how could you even think about resisting him?! You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. And neither could he… 

“Mmm. What time is it?” You asked Monday morning, voice heavy with sleep, eyes still closed as you heard Seokjin’s alarm go off. He stirred beside you, sitting up to knock the device off before burrowing back under the covers to wrap his arms around your naked body. 

“Half 6,” he grumbled, mouth pressed against the back of your neck. “I don’t want to work.” With one squeeze to his chest, you felt that very obvious erection of his pressed against your ass. “Can’t I just stay here for the rest of the day? Inside you…”

You giggled, attempting to roll over and face him. A hand cupped your cheek instantly, puffy lips finding yours. Morning Seokjin wasn’t good for your heart. His messy hair flopping over his eyes, pillow marks marring his skin, the slight stubble beginning to grow along his top lip… It was all just so… sexy, and now you were wide awake. Still, some teasing couldn’t be helped. 

“We literally spent yesterday all day in bed…”

“Yes, and it was amazing,” he declared. “I’d do it all again today.” 

You raised an eyebrow, a palm holding him steady at the waist. “All again? You do realise we still have all week to go, right? I wouldn’t want you to fail on me so soon…” 

He huffed out a laugh, fingertips ever so cheekily grazing the underside of your right breast. “You underestimate me…” His voice was still gruff from sleep, it made his words ripple through your body, settling between your legs. “I still have 95% of the condoms to use. So,” he grinned, dipping his head to capture your mouth. “You,” – he rolled you onto your back expertly – “better,” – he kissed your throat – “keep,” – then your cleavage – “ up.” His tongue around your nipple had you gasping out immediately, back arching, wanting more. 

Spreading your legs, he nestled in between them easily, the muscles of his meaty thighs protruding as he kneeled up slightly. You gripped them urgently, needing to anchor yourself somehow, knowing what was about to come. 

His teeth grazed your nipple as he dragged away, lifting his head up to smirk. “What do you say, baby, one for the road?”

Baby. Yesterday he’d become quite partial to that word, learning quite quickly what it did to you, what effect it had on you. (Yes, a curse word – or two, or more – may have slipped out of you yesterday… He’d won, embarrassingly soon.) 

You refrained from rolling your eyes, but still told him to shut up. Two minutes later he was buried inside you making you moan out his name. 

It wasn’t even 7am. 

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When Seokjin finally got off to work (after about a bajillion kisses…), you slipped into the shower, attempting to work it without breaking it. With that successful, you wondered downstairs to make some breakfast. It was strange being inside his house alone. You’d arrived to meet him for lunch early a couple of times, yes, but Misook and Arin had always been there ready to greet you. Today it was just you, playing music as loud as you could just to drown out the deafening silence as pottered about in the kitchen. After eating, you washed the dishes (most leftover from yesterday) in the sink, unsure how to set the dishwasher correctly, and wondered to yourself how Seokjin had managed to cope living here alone before Arin moved in… 

You busied yourself with unpacking your case, not having a chance to do it yesterday – too preoccupied – while watching the clock. You had a lunch date with Soojung at half 11. You’d managed to text her a brief reply yesterday but other than that you’d been AWOL. You knew it must’ve been killing her. By the time you met up at the food court, she was frothing at the mouth, desperate for all the details, which you gave to her in hushed whispers over a shared thin crust margherita. You didn’t divulge all though, just enough to keep her nosey butt satisfied. 

“This is not fair at all,” she whined. “You were getting dilfed the hell down and I was getting farted on by Tae.” 

You laughed, wholly impressed. “You’ve turned it into a verb now? Very creative. I’m so glad to have you as a best friend.” 

Although, she wasn’t so happy to have you as one when you confessed to telling Seokjin about his plethora of nicknames… 

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Seokjin came home a little earlier than you’d expected. After lunch with Soo, you’d popped to the local grocery store, picking up a few things for dinner and then you’d sat in front of the television for the afternoon. It wasn’t the most productive day you’d had by any means, but you felt contented, excited to greet Seokjin after his long day at work. You were in the kitchen, beginning to prepare dinner when you heard his voice. 

“Honey?” Before you had time to reply, he was calling your name, closer down the hallway. “Y/N? Where are you?”

“Kitchen,” you called back. 

You weren’t looking when he entered, back to him, so suddenly you were engulfed in his arms from behind. He held your back to his chest tightly. “Hey,” he murmured, nestling into your neck. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” you said with a smile, holding his hands that were around your stomach. 

He shook his head, pressing his crotch to your ass. “No, I really missed you.” 

“Seokjin,” you hissed in surprise, feeling his erection instantly. You were getting déjà vu. Laughing, you wriggled around, facing him. He already had his tie loosened around his neck, the top two buttons of his shirt free. “Control yourself. You’ve literally just gotten through the door.” 

His facial expression looked immediately agonised. “I can’t. You’ve awakened the beast.” 

“The beast?” You snorted. 

He stared you down. “Yes.” And then he was on you, no time to return his kiss with just as much enthusiasm before he was at your neck, growling playfully. You fell into a fit of giggles, held prisoner by his hands pinned to your hips. “I was – distracted – all – day.” He informed you between tugs of your skin, tongue dutifully swiping where he’d bitten. He repeated. “Couldn’t stop thinking –  about you naked – and moaning my – name – while I ate your–”

“Seokjin!” you roared, heat instantly travelling up your face. You swore his mouth was getting dirtier by the hour. It made sense. He was teasing in nature… you just needed some time to get used to it. You would not let him finish that sentence for fear your legs would collapse beneath you. 

He broke away and leaned back, pupils so dark you could just about make out the brown of his irises. He panted slightly, lips wet. “Do you want to?” 

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Right here?” It didn’t practically look like he was about to sweep you up in his arms and dash you up to the bedroom if the urgent grinding of his crotch was anything to go by…

He grinned wolfishly, tilting his head. “Why not?”

“It’s not very sanitary.” You glanced to your left as you spoke, eyeing up the two bell peppers you’d placed on the counter five minutes before Seokjin and his penis had shown up… 

You watched in pure disbelief as Seokjin eased back and pulled a square foil packet out of his inner breast pocket. “Why? I have protection.” 

“What the hell?” You exclaimed. “Why do you have a condom with you?” He’d gone to work with that in his pocket? Attended meetings? Was he crazy? 

“It’s not what it looks like.” He chuckled, looking momentarily bashful. “I just thought… easy access. We never know when we’ll need one.” 

Folding your arms, you stared at him. Frustratingly you were unable to keep the corners of your lips from quirking up. “We’ll need one at your office?”

He shrugged casually, a smug smirk on his face. “Who knows. I’m a man of very many fantasies…” 

Oh, my god. Unbelievable. But you couldn’t pretend that his words weren’t having an effect on you, nor that the office fantasy didn’t sound hot… You stepped forward, hooking your fingers between his belt and slacks, pulling him forward – which was easy because he was caught off guard. “Enough small talk. Are you going to fuck me in your CEO suit, or what?”

He composed himself expertly, hands reaching for your waist as he leaned in. “First of all, hearing you curse will never not completely obliterate me, and second of all…” He paused to grin, so full of himself it was unbelievable. “You want me to fuck you in my suit?”

“Uh huh.” You nodded, tugging on his tie. 

And fuck you in his suit he did, spread on the counter, your tank top yanked down so he could watch your breasts bounce as he pounded into you…

You spent the Tuesday in his home office, making the most out of idle time to lesson plan for your new class come September. You facetimed Soojung (who tried her best to get you to give her a house tour) and then ended up sunbathing with a book for an hour or so outside. After Seokjin came home he called Arin, asking her what she’d been up to so far and if she was having fun. Despite how much he was enjoying your company you could tell he was missing his daughter, even if he didn’t explicitly tell you with words. You sympathised with him, it must have been weird not having her around. 

Unsure what to do for dinner, Seokjin suggested making a last minute dinner reservation. That sounded fine by you, too lazy to think of preparing something tonight, so off you went upstairs to get ready, but of course, Seokjin found ways of distracting you… (You were thirty minutes late for dinner.) 

The days were passing by quickly, and you could quite honestly say the week with Seokjin was bliss – and not just because of all of the sex. Although, it did play a very big role… It was the little things that meant the most, such as grocery shopping on the Wednesday afternoon. Generously, Seokjin had used two of his vacation days for the end of the week, saving the others he was due in the summer to spend with Arin for her birthday at the end of next month. He’d arrived home early on the Wednesday afternoon, informing you he would be making dinner tonight and as silly as it sounded, walking around the store while Seokjin pushed the cart was one of the sweetest activities you’d shared together. The domesticity of it made your whole day, but the pasta dish he prepared later that night almost ruined it. His seasoning quantities were a little off, shall we say, all those years out of practice, so it turned out he was a danger with those chilli flakes. However, the coughing fit you both had after the first bite made for great entertainment… You didn’t know whether you were crying with laughter or because your throat was on fire… 

The next day, as great as staying in bed and having sex all day sounded, Seokjin wanted to take you out and spend some time together as a couple. You were left to decide what you wanted to do, and of course you chose shopping. A new mall had recently opened up about an hour away and because you were so nervy on highways, you hadn’t had a chance to go yet. Seokjin was more than happy to take you, and kindly enough he did spoil you a bit that day. Usually you wouldn’t allow it (he’d tried it in the past), but there was no harm with once in a blue moon, was there? Besides, he got great use out of a few of the gifts too… One being the black skimpy laced lingerie he’d picked out… (The panties had an open crotch…) That evening you shared a bath and a bottle of champagne before you’d given him a very indulgent fashion show… 

On Friday, you prepared a picnic and went hiking, which left Seokjin with an incredibly (and comically) red nose even though he’d applied sunscreen. You spent the afternoon cuddling in front of the television, making the most out of your last day alone together. Truthfully, you felt a little sad at the prospect of tomorrow. You missed Arin too and couldn’t wait to see her but spending your days so intimately and lovingly with Seokjin had been amazing. You told him just as much gone midnight, wrapped up in his arms and bedsheets, head pressed against his sheened chest as you listened to his heartbeat slowly even out. This week had made you fall for him harder – if possible – and you were sad it was ending, but just so excited this was only the beginning… He kissed you long and hard, agreeing wholeheartedly, words unneeded. 

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Arin was due back early afternoon, so you and Seokjin shared breakfast together before you packed up your things. He clung to you the entire time, sighing every time you folded up an item of clothing and placed it in your case. 

“How will I function without having sex with you every morning?” He bemoaned after one particularly loud unhappy exhale. 

“I’m sure you’ll manage,” you laughed. He was unbelievable. And whiney. But then again, so were you… 

Stood beside your car an hour later, saying your goodbyes, you hugged him tight. “I’m going to miss youuu.” How were you expected to sleep alone tonight?! It wasn’t fair. 

It was now Seokjin’s turn to chuckle at your ridiculousness. “I’m not going anywhere.” He assured, cupping the back of your head as you pulled back to look at him. His expression softened instantly. “But I feel the same.” Kissing your nose, he smiled. “You know that you can spend the night here anytime you want though, right?” 

You held out until Monday. You wanted to give Arin some time alone with Seokjin after her week away, you bet she’d missed her father like crazy, but apparently she’d missed you too… Seokjin called you while he was at work – his second call of the day. (His first had been at six o’clock this morning, waking you up to let you know he (and his dick) missed you.) Arin had asked him to ask you if you wanted to come over tonight for an impromptu movie night. You were touched to say the least. You let Seokjin know you’d  be there 6pm on the dot with snacks at hand. He told you to bring an overnight bag… 

Having sex with Arin under the same roof took some time to get used to. The first time was so hilarious looking back. It was 1am, time was ticking on and Seokjin had to be awake in under six hours, Arin was long asleep – and across the hall! Yet still you were both anxious fools, listening out for the slightest of noises just in case the unthinkable happened. Not that it would have, Seokjin knew Arin was a heavy sleeper so there was little chance of her barging in… but it still didn’t stop him from whispering “What was that?” every five minutes, eyes pulled wide like a deer caught in headlights. 

It definitely got easier though, and soon movie nights became a regular thing as the last weeks of summer rolled by. You had a routine; one movie of Arin’s choice and then it was her bedtime, and then if Seokjin and you felt like it, you’d choose a movie yourselves to watch. Tonight was a Saturday, so after Enchanted had finished and Seokjin put Arin to bed, you decided to watch something too seeing as he didn’t have work the next morning.

Halfway in, however, you were getting distracted… Your hand sneaking inside the blanket you had wrapped around the both of you to run up and down Seokjin’s thigh. This week had been an odd one. Your boyfriend had been super busy with work and you’d missed him – obviously. You’d done well to keep your hands off him for this long, now you were finally caving…

“I guess this movie is boring?” Seokjin whispered into the darkness, face lit up with a blue glow. His eyes sparkled as your gazes met, your palm hovering over his crotch. He lifted his hips a touch, brushing against you. 

“No,” you grinned, leaning in to kiss him. “You’re just more interesting…” 

He chuckled against your lips. “I definitely agree with that.” 

Groaning, you went to lift your hand away but he snatched it back, pressing you into him, encouraging you to rub. With your tongues entwined, you soon felt his erection stirring, cock stiffening under his sweats. 

It was a wonder you both heard the creak of the wooden floorboards in the hallway – but thankfully you did. Movements stilling, you pulled back. Eyes wide in question, you mouthed, “What was that?”

You both listened out for another noise, hearing the tell-tale sound of footsteps walking towards the movie room. “Arin,” Seokjin breathed, and just like that the moment was over. You broke apart, Seokjin rearranging his junk expertly (a round of applause) before he stood up. 

On cue, a tiny voice sounded from behind the door. “Daddy?”

“Arin, sweetie, what is it?” He asked, walking over to pull it open. 

Arin was stood there, looking perfectly wide awake hugging her rabbit plush. “I can’t get to sleep.” 

“And why’s that?” Seokjin asked. 

She ignored him completely, walking into the room. “What are you watching?”

“A grown-ups movie,” he replied, sounding amused. “Come on, let me take you back upstairs. Say goodnight to Y/N again.” 

Arin whined loudly, turning to her dad. “But I can’t sleeeep!” 

“Maybe she can stay up for a little while?” You suggested, looking over at Seokjin before you turned your attention to Arin. “Until you’re tired, hm, Arin?”

Her face lit up immediately. “I think that’s a great idea, Y/N.” 

You laughed and Seokjin wasn’t close behind, bending down to squeeze Arin’s sides, playfully causing her to squeal. “Do you, little miss?” You met Seokjin’s gaze, both of you coming to terms with the fact your moment had been well and truly ruined. It was fine… You had later on tonight… 

“It’s the weekend, she can stay up a little later than normal, no?” You asked with a smile. 

“Fine,” he mock sighed, pretending to only give in right now. 

Arin cheered in victory, rushing over to sit next to you on the sofa, cuddling in immediately. She had gotten what she’d came downstairs for. You wrapped your arm around her shoulders, an action that had become more than normal these past couple of weeks. The more time you spent here, the closer you had become. You were no longer the teacher who had started dating her father. You were now his girlfriend, someone she saw regularly, someone she could laugh and joke around with. Someone she felt comfortable around, and vice versa. You were Y/N. Just as your relationship with Seokjin was growing and developing on the daily, so was your relationship with Arin. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Arin looked up at her father and grinned. “Can we watch another Disney movie, Daddy?” 

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As it happened, Arin didn’t last an hour before she was fast asleep between you both, softly snoring, her bunny fallen forgotten to her side. Deciding to head upstairs too, you followed Seokjin as he carried her to her room, stopping by the entrance to watch him lay her down and place a soft kiss to her forehead. You smiled to yourself, warmth flooding your chest at the touching scene in front of you before you both headed off for Seokjin’s room and began getting ready for bed. 

Seokjin was lying on top of the mattress when you exited the bathroom, knowing you’d left your pyjamas in the closet somewhere. Only, the sight of him sprawled out in baggy shorts and a t-shirt, so casually sexy, had you suddenly distracted. In just your underwear, you viewed him from the end of the bedframe. “Where were we earlier?”

He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “I don’t know, I think I’m in a Disney Princess coma.” 

Chuckling, you placed a knee on the bed. “You enjoyed yourself really.” Then your hands. Then your other knee. Slowly crawling towards him. “Do you want to enjoy yourself now?”

He immediately sat up, back against the headboard, his eyes falling to your cleavage. He smirked softly. “That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.” 

Ten minutes later you had him in your mouth, knelt to his side, ass facing him as he rubbed and massaged the flesh to his heart’s content. “You’re so good at this,” he praised, his fingers slipping into the side of your underwear teasingly. You sucked him deeper. “Fuck. So good. Baby, let me make you feel good too.” He removed his fingers and ran them along your ass, stopping at your entrance to rub. You were soaked through, could feel it yourself. He moaned. Either because of your tongue or because of what he felt. Maybe both. “So wet and you’re only sucking my cock.”  

You slid your mouth off of him, running your fist up and down the solid and slippery length instead. He jerked his hips into your touch, chasing the pleasure. “Quit inflating your ego,” you quipped. 

He chuckled, turning to his side as his fingers moved up to the waistband of your underwear. “Mm. Like this?” 

You got the message loud and clear, letting him slide the fabric down your ass before settling down on your side too. You ran your fist over the tip of him as he rid you of your underwear altogether, wrapping his arms around your hips to angle your heat towards his mouth. You wriggled as you felt the first press of his tongue, earning you a quick, playful smack to the ass and after that you let him hold you tight, the tip of his tongue digging between your folds to flick against your clit. 

You leaned forward, wanting to return the favour, and sucked him back into your mouth, the angle now making it easier to slip him deeper. You’d never done something like this together before, which was surprising in itself considering the sheer amount of times you’d been unable to keep your hands off each other these past three weeks. It was so erotic hearing him groan against you as he continued to pleasure you, your own moans vibrating down his cock as you both grew more eager, lost in the feeling. 

He came first. It probably had something to do with the way you massaged his balls, concentrating on sucking the tip of him as his hips grew impatient and he began rocking into you. He moaned your name, mouth faltering, and all he could do was grip your ass tight as he felt his orgasm take over, grunting as you swallowed each drop. 

“I win,” you gleed softly, pulling away from him to kiss down his softening length. 

“Of course you do,” he murmured, sounding fucked out. “Fuck, I needed that.” Rolling onto his back, he ran his hands down your thighs. “Come here, let me kiss you.” 

Moving to straddle him, you leaned in and kissed him hungrily, still very much horny, and tasting yourself on his lips didn’t help matters. His hands cupped your bare ass, spreading it slightly so he could run his fingers along your lips, so wet he was sinking in before he could realise. 

You moaned, rocking into him and he cursed softly, pushing his head back into the pillows. He tugged you forward. “This way,” he got out, panting slightly, out of breath from the way you’d kissed him. You understood from the way he was lifting you up where this was going…

Moving up his body, your thighs were soon either side of his head. He wasted no time in lunging forward, mouth picking up where he left off. You held on to the headboard, careful not to press your entire body weight into him for fear of suffocating him. Not that he would mind, you thought… He was all over you, licking and kissing wherever he could reach, hellbent on tasting every inch of you, humming in enjoyment the entire time as you panted. 

You kept your eyes on him, one of your hands moving to caress his hair, pushing it out of his eyes, his forehead on show as well as those deadly eyebrows of his, currently furrowed in determination. When his dark eyes flickered up to your face, you shuddered, moaning loudly. He loved it. It set him off. 

“I love the way you taste so much,” he praised, pulling back to rub his thumb over your clit. You bucked into him, fluttering when he kissed the spot lovingly. “That right then,” he almost rasped. “It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while.” 

In other circumstances you’d 100% shoot a witty comeback his way, but not now – definitely not now.  Not when he was slipping two fingers inside of you right this instant. You were soon rubbing your hips into his face like a woman possessed, needing to feel his tongue again as you choked out a few extra moans. 

“Honey, that’s it,” he encouraged with a long groan. “Ride me a little. You have no idea how much this turns me on. I could get hard all over again.” 

Moaning, turned on by his words, you listened, relief flooding you when you felt the warmth of his tongue against your clit. You moved like you usually did when he had you spread on your back, grinding against his tongue, only this time you had a lot more control – and he seemed to love it, free hand digging into the side of your ass, the other dragging against your walls, making you tremble. With one hand clutching the headboard, the other in his hair you used the leverage to rock against him, the squelchy wet noises fuelling you further, until you were panting and out of breath, unable to take much more. 

You lifted your hips a little, feeling your legs tremble like jello, and let Seokjin kiss the inside of your thighs, his fingers now shallowly fucking you as you attempted to catch your breath. “I love how wet and warm and soft you are,” he groaned. His lips brushed past your clit, breath fanning over you. “You really have the most amazing pussy.” 

“Seokjinn,” you moaned, unable to stop from jerking against his face again. His mouth would be the death of you. He latched his lips against your clit, sucking the bud gently into his mouth over and over again. You were done for, sighs of pleasure rolling out of you as you stared down at him. 

“Mmm, baby? You gonna cum?” He asked, stroking your walls deeper, pressing and curling as he went. You nodded, incoherent noises all you could manage as your thighs tightened. “All over my face?” He prompted. 

You didn’t need much encouraging. 

It was inevitable the need for condoms would become unnecessary soon enough. Which was a shame really, given Seokjin’s bargain hunting, but it wasn’t long before they became a bind – inconvenient, more so. That, and you wanted nothing more than to feel Seokjin bare inside of you, to be as close as physically possible, and nothing could be as close to feeling him come inside you. It had been a while since you’d been on birth control, years obviously, but highly organised and a bit of a control freak, you’d be damned if you ever forgot to pop that pill every goddam day. 

The first time without a condom had been mind-blowing. You were under the impression sex with Seokjin couldn’t get better than it already was, but you were wrong – very wrong. You were home alone, Arin staying with her mom for the night and you were taking full advantage of the opportunity. Who needed dinner at a time like this? But Seokjin (who had now become reacquainted with his culinary skills) insisted on preparing a candlelit meal. It was almost reminiscent of your first time together entirely, Seokjin keen and eager to pull out all the stops, and you teased him to no end. Was coming inside you for the first time really that big of an occasion? His reply: Yes. Very much so yes. 

Not an hour later, half your plates still full and too excited for no more than ten minutes of foreplay, you were both naked, sweaty and way beyond control. The bedsheets were rumpled, barely hanging onto the bed as you rolled around, the pungent smell of sex in the air, and in hindsight, you should’ve knocked the aircon on… 

Not that you had time to think right now. You’d successfully gotten him onto his back, riding him into submission until all he could do was hold onto your breasts and meet each bounce with a roll of his hips. You clutched him to you, hands over his own as you concentrated on the burning pleasure travelling up your body. It had been a couple of weeks since the last time you’d been able to fuck with such abandon. Arin was obviously home 90% of the time and on the odd occasional Seokjin spent the night at your place, Soojung was there (maybe even Tae too), her bedroom right next to yours. 

Seokjin’s hands soon found their way clamped to your hips, pushing you back a little so he could see himself as he thrust up into you. You cried out, the sound of his skin thudding against yours telling you just how hard and fast he was pounding into you. His eyes were glued to where your bodies met and he could see perfectly just how well you were soaking his dick, just how good you were taking it, stretching over his girth. 

“I’m close,” he panted, hips stuttering. He slowed his pace, but kept the pressure, his cock getting deeper. You held on tightly to his thighs, anchoring yourself, your walls clamping down around him. He groaned, feeling every minute sensation without the latex barrier. “I’m so fucking close. Can’t wait to cum inside you.” 

You moaned in response, holding eye contact with him, your face contorted with pleasure, and that seemed to set him off, your pants and sighs of pleasure happening in unison as he sped up one last time, ready to fill you with his cum. The veins in his neck burst as he grunted and his cock twitched, flesh scorching. He fucked you through each wave of his orgasm, holding you still, your body jerking with the force. In the back of your mind you realised come tomorrow morning you’d be sore as hell, but honestly, who cared? 

Carried away, no longer able to think straight, his cock fell out of you with one awry thrust. He was growing flaccid anyway, sensitive, so it was impossible trying to push back inside of you. Which was sad because you were still a mess, warm with his cum and desperate for more relief. You plopped down on his thighs, your breasts rising up and down with each laboured breath and then Seokjin’s eyes caught something. Something seeping out of your body… 

“Fuck.” He half moaned in amazement. “It’s dripping out.” 

After that you didn’t have a moment to think. You were flat on your back before you could truly process his words, his fingertips circling your swollen entrance, smearing his cum in the process. You pulsed in anticipation, body greedy, and he gave it to you swiftly, plunging two fingers inside you. You moaned on impact, feet planted to the mattress as he started snapping his wrist, pushing his cum back into you. 

“Baby, you drive me crazy.” He husked, sounding positively tormented. “Look so pretty with my cum inside you.” All you could do was moan in reply, walls squeezing around his digits as he coaxed you to orgasm. “I can feel it,” he grunted, pressing his body into yours, his mouth chasing for a kiss. Your tongues meshed together urgently, kiss sloppy, done in haste. 

“Seokjinn…” Your voice was a whine and you clutched at his shoulders, closing your eyes when you felt his lips trail down your chin, moving southward, towards the valley of your breasts. 

He growled as your body jerked, his tongue swirling around one of your hard nipples. “You’ve started something now. I’m gonna have to cum in you every single day.” 

You were on fire. His words affecting you in ways you didn’t think were possible. “Don’t s-stop,” you implored, although if anything, he was snapping his wrist even faster now, fingers curved, hitting right where you needed. You moaned loudly. “You always make me feel so good. Mm. I’m-I’m… Fuck.” 

Grunting, your curse ruining him, he made his way back to your mouth. You held him tightly, back stuck to the bed with sweat. “Cum, baby.” He told you. “Please.” 

That sent you over the edge, waves of pleasure rocking your body and he swallowed each one of your moans greedily, his fingers gradually slowing, easing you through your orgasm until he slid out. He pulled back with a drunken grin. “You’re so sexy.” Then he looked down your naked body, sighing in wonder. “God, you’re amazing.” 

“Quit it!” You exclaimed with a laugh, whacking his shoulder. Still very much out of breath. 

Summer continued to fly by, not long left now until you were back at school. As much as the prospect excited you, you couldn’t help but feel a little dejected. Having so much time off had worked out perfectly for your relationship with Seokjin, because even though he was still very much busy with work, you had all the free time in the world to match his schedule. It made you sad to realise there would be no more lunch dates. No more impromptu midweek movie nights. Actually, thinking about it, staying over during the weekday would probably be pretty impossible too – with all the lessons you’d have to plan and the work you’d need to score. In fact, you were about to be a hell of a lot busier from September onwards. 

Seokjin reassured you as best he could. You’d fall into routine soon enough and things would work out. You could still meet up for lunch – he’d drive over and you’d eat in his car if needed, and you could still spend the night on a weekday. He’d wait patiently while you finished up work, make you dinner and then make sure you were asleep by 10pm. You appreciated the sentiment, he always did know how to cheer you up. Although his “Think of it this way, you left school single and now you’re going back with an incredibly kind and insanely sexy boyfriend. I’d call yourself lucky, if I was you.” wasn’t as treasured… He thought he was funny, but he wasn’t at all…

Still, you had two weeks left to go, there was no point being miserable over the inevitable. You’d had the best summer of your life, you were lucky. (Just not in the way Seokjin had implied…)

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“I can’t wait to take this off you tonight,” Seokjin murmured against your ear as he zipped the back of your dress up, insinuation deep in his tone. 

Turning around to face him, you placed your hands on his shoulders. “We can always skip tonight and go straight to the sex.” 

Laughing heartily, he tapped your ass. “Nice try. There’s nothing to be nervous about, okay?” He ignored your grumbling and stepped away, reaching for his cufflinks on the bedside table. “It’s just a dinner, honey.” 

“With a bunch of the country’s richest people,” you exclaimed, feeling sick all over again. Every few months or so Seokjin had dinner with a few of his colleagues. They brought their partners along, and this time Seokjin was ecstatic you would be joining him. You on the other hand were this close to hyperventilating. 

“That’s a small exaggeration,” Seokjin scoffed, cufflinks now attached as he made his way back to you. He cupped your waist, tilting his head to the side with a smile. “Besides, your boyfriend is included in that bunch. Are you nervous around me to?”

“Shut it,” you muttered, reaching to straighten his bow tie. He looked amazing in his suit tonight, hair parted to the side. Skipping dinner seemed like an excellent idea… But when he leaned in to kiss you sweetly, you knew you couldn’t. Seokjin was looking forward to “showing you off.” (His exact words.) I’m not a trophy, you’d shot back, but of course you knew he hadn’t meant it like that. It was sweet actually. He was proud. And happy. And cute. 

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you hugged him close. He nosed your neck, humming happily before nipping a patch of skin with his teeth, growling playfully. “Seriously, I can’t wait to rip this dress off you.” 

You squealed as he began to tickle your sides, trying to push him away. “Stop, you’ll crease it.” 

“It’s fine,” he reassured, easing up to gaze at you. “You’ll still look stunning. Always do.” The black floor-length dress you were in was nothing you were used to, and maybe that’s why your nerves were worse than what they should be but knowing Seokjin liked what he saw helped ease your reservations. How could it not? He always made you feel like a million dollars. 

He was looking forward to tonight, so you should try to as well… You had nothing to worry about. 

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You really didn’t. 

The night was a success. Despite your lives being vastly different, you got along with Seokjin’s colleagues well. They seemed like lovely people, especially the wife of Seokjin’s CFO. She was around your age, a couple of years older maybe, and you bonded over your favourite book series like a pair of nerds. You both left with a recommended reading list saved into your phones, numbers exchanged with plans of encouraging one another to read more. Seokjin was delighted you’d enjoyed yourself so much and you spent the chauffeured car journey to your place talking about the night. 

Although, as soon as you got inside was an entirely different story altogether. It had already been pre-decided that Seokjin would spend the night with you, Misook babysitting Arin at his home, and you soon realised that he had not been messing around when he’d informed you he was going to rip the dress off you. You weren’t even up the stairs before he was attempting to unzip you, bumping his crotch into your ass with every step as he kissed your neck, blowing raspberries as he went. 

“Shhh. Shush,” you giggled, trying your best to whisper successfully. “They may be still awake.” You knew Taehyung was staying over tonight too, he’d been here spread out on the couch before you’d left for Seokjin’s place this afternoon. 

“Better get you to your room quickly then.” He said confidently, pouncing on you at the top step as he wrapped his arms around your middle. 

You bit back a squeal, shoving your foot into his shin. “Seokjin!” 

In the privacy of your bedroom, you shut the door tight, turning back to see your boyfriend already stripping out of his tux jacket. He didn’t have shoes on either and as you looked around for them, spotting nothing, you realised he must have kicked them off back downstairs. When?! He reached for you, running his hands down your curves before they settled on your ass. He looked at you as if he wanted to eat you. Your stomach stirred, only now realising exactly where tonight was heading. He really hadn’t been bluffing… 

“Did I tell you how stunning you looked tonight?” He asked, popping his bowtie off and unbuttoning his shirt halfway. His collarbones sharp enough to cut, the outline of his chest clear enough to make you dribble. 

You chuckled, although you could hear the aroused tremble so obviously. “You may have mentioned it once or twice.” 

He smiled your way, although it was more like a smirk, and stalked towards you. “Turn around.” 

You obeyed in an instant. His fingers reaching for the zip of your dress. It was already halfway down – something you hadn’t realised. (He was obviously somewhat success back in the hallway.) As he revealed the expanse of your back he kissed the nape of your neck, gently pushing the straps over your shoulders to let the fabric slide down. With an expert snap he had your bra loose, removing that too, and it fell to the floor in front of you, hands reaching forward to cup your breasts, fingertips pinching your nipples. You moaned, disappointed when he moved, but then he started mouthing down your spine as he helped the dress along, surprising you when he crouched down, and then inevitably got on his knees, pushing the garment past your hips. He groaned when he saw your thong, lips parting to caress you with his tongue. 

“You have the most perfect ass,” he gruffed against the skin, giving you a squeeze. “Have I ever told you that? Could worship it all night.” 

Please, you wanted to murmur, but you held back, biting down on your lip as you felt him sink his teeth into one of your ass cheeks. What was with him tonight? You could already feel your arousal collecting between the small band of your panties. It wasn’t going to hold for long. 

“Let’s get you out of this dress.” Despite his casual tone, he tugged the garment harshly, causing you to stumble at the sudden movement. 

“Seokjin!” You chided lightly, clutching onto one of his hands now at your hip. “I still have my heels on, could’ve broken my ankle.” 

“I was here to keep you safe,” he assured you with a chuckle, and then as an afterthought, “Maybe you could keep them on while we…” 

You bumped your butt into his face, silently telling him to shut it, and kicked the footwear off, now able to remove your dress easily. Seokjin stood, spinning you to face him, mouth pressing into yours with haste. He kissed you passionately, wrapping his arms around you, holding you to him, your breasts pushed up against his chest. He was still clothed, but you could feel his erection pressing into your stomach. You wanted to touch it, but your hands were too busy caught up in his hair. 

“Bed,” he panted up against your mouth, practically lifting you up to push you down on the mattress. You settled on your elbows, watching him as he tore open the rest of his shirt buttons, throwing the item to the floor, his well-defined torso now on full display. 

He pounced on you, kissing you hungrily once more, so hungrily in fact, you needed to pull away to catch your breath. He moved to your cheek, wet kisses finding their way to your ear. Sensitive, you had to push him away with a hand to the chest. “Sorry, am I being too much?” He murmured, lips sticky. 

You shook your head with a shaky giggle. “I just can’t keep up.” 

“Just lay back and enjoy, baby.” His tone was reassuring, encouraging, and insanely sexy. He lifted your hips, scooting you up the bed to rest your head on the pillows. “Can you do that for me?” 

“Of course.” You watched him raise up on his knees, the clank of his belt making you pulse down below as he undid it. He unzipped his pants but made no effort to take them off, running his palm once along the curve of his length before he crawled over you. He placed a sweet kiss to your mouth, smiling as he pulled away. “Did you notice I didn’t go for dessert tonight?” Puzzled, you stayed silent waiting for him to explain. His smile widened, more of a grin now – a very amused one at that. “I was saving myself for something tastier.” 

You scoffed. He was unbelievable, but it was easy to let him get away with such corny lines. Especially when he had you spread out near naked on your own bed. “Lame!” You exclaimed, immediately clamping your hand across your mouth. You needed to remember to keep quiet, Soojung and Taehyung were asleep next door, but you were feeling uncharacteristically unbothered tonight, too eager and excited.  

He chuckled at your silliness. “Y/N, I’m pretty sure you’ve heard them have sex before. Think of it as payback.” 

His nonchalance was pretty attractive so you let his words ease your mind. Although maybe it had more to do with the way he was trailing kisses down your stomach… He leaned back to spread your legs, already bent at the knee. You were pretty sure your thong was doing nothing to protect your modesty anymore.  

He confirmed your assumption with a sharp intake of breath. “Honey, you’re soaking. I haven’t even done anything yet.” You braced yourself, waiting to feel the brush of his finger, but instead it was the softness of his tongue. He licked a strip up your clothed mound, a noise of delight rumbling from him. You pulsed uncontrollably, eager for more. 

He gave it to you. Lips wrapping around your hidden clit, tongue laving, soaking the delicate material even more. Your legs instantly squeezed around his head, unsure what to do with the sudden influx of pleasure before you moaned, rocking your hips into him gently. 

He eased away slightly, replacing his tongue with his thumb, rubbing skilled circles that caused you to squelch. “Love your pussy so much,” he murmured, going back for more hastily. 

You moaned again at his words, fingers digging into the sheets beneath you, but it wasn’t long before he was kissing back up your stomach, mouth now attaching itself to one your nipples. Your hands flew to the back of his head, looking down at him as he flicked the bud with his tongue, moaning as he did so. It was such an erotic sight you felt speechless, and when his chocolatey brown eyes met yours, pooling with desire, you felt beside yourself. 

“Turn around.” He whispered, roughly. “On your knees for me?” 

You had never listened so fast in all your life, scrabbling on your hands and knees in record time. You waited as patiently as you could, ass in the air, anticipating his next move. You startled when you felt a puff of air against your entrance, the sound of Seokjin’s sticky lips loud in your ears. “You look so good in this thong,” he praised, snapping the thin line of fabric between your ass. 

Pushing into him, you smirked. “I wore it just for you.” 

He hummed – in contemplation almost – before he pulled your panties to the side and dove straight in with his mouth. You yelped, ducking your head at your volume. You’d been expecting him to go straight to the sex, not continue to eat you out. He’d never done it in this position before – it felt amazing. A noise dragged from his throat as he pulled away, fingers dipping under the sides of your panties to drag them over your ass impatiently. As he did so, he bit into your ass, his hands now spreading your thighs, exposing you more so he could bury his face between your legs. 

You held your breath, waiting for him to continue but nothing could prepare you for the pleasure he was about to inflict on you. He flicked his tongue out against your clit, nose and mouth pressed flush against your heat, hands rooted to your ass and you moaned right away, bucking into him instinctively. Unable to hit your clit as well as he usually could he slid his mouth along your slit, tongue beginning to lick at your entrance, sucking your inner lips gently into his mouth as he did so. You were soaking, could feel yourself starting to drip down the inside of your thighs, but Seokjin didn’t seem to have a care in the world, lapping you up as if he was a man dying of thirst, rough moans letting you know just how much he was enjoying himself – enjoying you. 

When you felt his tongue push inside you, you jolted, sensation instantly making your thighs squeeze together. Not that they could with Seokjin hunched between them. He began to experimentally push in and out of you, noticing the way you tensed around him and hearing the way your breathing got shallower. Wordlessly, his hand reached forward, around your thigh to hook between your legs and start rubbing your clit with his fingers. With his other hand he gently (but firmly) pushed down at the small of your back, your ass rising higher, giving him better access to keep fucking you with his tongue. With the added stimulus you could feel yourself breaking, knees trembling, pushed hard against the mattress. He felt so warm, and wet, and just incredible. Your moans got more frequent, heartbeat pounding in your ears. 

“That feels so good.” You managed to choke out, your orgasm so close you could taste it. That’s usually when you gabbled. “Right there. Don’t stop!” He listened, speeding up his movements, the squelch getting louder as he grunted in exertion. He sounded so hot it just turned you on even more, and you lifted your ass higher, pushing into each thrust of his tongue. He rubbed your clit desperately, determined to push you ever the edge. 

You gasped, unsure how else to stay quiet as more words rushed out of you. “Seokjin–! I’m going to– Oh, my god, I’m coming!” Burying your face into the pillows your moans turned muffled as you came, white hot pleasure bursting through your veins. So sated, you couldn’t even find it in you to feel embarrassed with how loud he’d just made you orgasm. 

His finger moved away first, clit pulsing against nothing as he massaged the round of your ass instead, coating you in your own arousal, before his tongue eased off, placing a delicate kiss to your entrance as a goodbye. 

The mattress shifted under his weight as he moved back a couple of inches and you heard him slide his belt out of the trouser loops, the sound flying straight to your core. He stripped behind you quickly, you couldn’t even bring yourself to take a peek, too dazed, yet your imagination worked quite well. Instead, you kept kneeling for him, waiting for his return. 

He wasn’t even a minute. You felt the warmth of his dick press against the small of your back as he made his way closer once again. 

“Are you ready for me?” Despite the deepness of his voice – how obviously he was affected – you could hear the care in his tone as he checked in on you.  

“So ready,” you insisted, jutting into his thighs. 

He chuckled, pushing his dick between your legs now, sliding it across your slit. You were still sensitive, squirming against him, but you were also still so greedy, so you let him do what he wanted, soaking his cock along your wetness unhurriedly. You were so distracted by his movements, the smack he suddenly landed on your ass had you yelping more so from shock than sting. If you weren’t so drunk with pleasure right now you’d chew him out for being so loud. 

“Did that hurt?” He asked curiously, voice dripping danger. You felt your gut squeeze. That was new. He’d slapped your ass before but never with that much intent. The sting melted into your skin as he massaged the spot. “Mm, baby?” He pressed, voice now dripping honey. “Do you like pain?” He spanked you again but this time you were ready, biting down on your lip. “Like it when I’m mean to you?” 

You nodded, some type of agreeing noise leaving your throat which seemed to appease him. He rubbed your ass soothingly, the head of his cock now dragging across your entrance. How he had this much patience was beyond you. You could not relate. 

“Quit teasing.” You whined. Put it in me.” 

“Don’t be a brat, honey.” He chuckled, but he pushed ever so slightly into you. He let out a sharp exhale, starting to fuck you shallowly with the tip, hands at his sides. You squeezed around nothing, flinging your head back frustratingly. “Seokjin!” You wanted him to fuck you. And touch you. 

Chuckling again, throatily, he pushed an inch deeper. He wasn’t even halfway inside of you. “I want to antagonise myself. Shush.” But he gripped your ass, pulling you apart slightly to slowly push inside of you all the way. You both groaned with the drag, taking a breather as you squeezed around him, getting used to the feeling. You always felt so full in this position, trembling around his crazy big dick. 

Soon he began to move, sliding in and out of you with intense concentration. You couldn’t see him but you knew his gaze was welded to where your bodies met, watching himself disappear inside you over and over again. “You’re the tease, Y/N,” he murmured,  picking up the pace. You could hear yourself squelching around his girth. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He felt you pulse and his breath hitched. 

Bunching the meat of your ass in his fists, he pounded into you for a few moments, holding you still, making you take it. You whimpered, trying your best to stay quiet. “Always take my cock so well. Don’t you, baby?” 

“Ye-ess.” Your voice broke, a moan tearing through you as he rammed himself deep inside , stopping dead. “Fuck, Seokjin.” You were burning up. You needed him to move before you sobbed. 

With precision, he started fucking you slowly, bottoming out each time, revelling in your warmth, your wetness. It was so intense your eyes started to water, trying your best to stay as silent as possible but each breath was sounding more and more like a moan. You could hear yourself squelching around him every time he moved. So could he. 

“I love that,” he said, voice tight, as if he was trying his best to keep calm. “I’m gonna cum so deep in you tonight. Fill you up good.” 

You moaned loudly this time. It was always hot to hear your well-spoken boyfriend fall off into the deep end, articulation deteriorating with each thrust. It turned you on like no tomorrow. “Please do,” you urged, walls clamping around him at the very thought. 

He lost it at that, begging with your words and your body, and it wasn’t long before his movements were speeding up, his hips snapping against your ass as he held it tight. “Can you cum again?” He sounded frantic. 

“M-maybe – oh.” You jolted, feeling Seokjin’s fingers at your clit.  

“I really want you to cum again for me.” His fingers became persistent, rubbing circles against your sensitivity. 

Holding your breath, you concentrated. On each thrust, how good his dick was, how the motions on your clit felt. Everything… You willed your second orgasm, feeling it start to be pulled out of you. You started to meet each of his thrusts, skin slapping as your sweaty bodies worked together. “Yes, yes, yes, yes–!” You urged with each thud, so close you were trembling. Your voice broke as the sensation took over, moan turning into a squeak as you tried to shut up. 

This time your orgasm was shorter, but it didn’t make it any less intense. In fact, it immediately exhausted you. “Shit. Fuck.” You mumbled, pretty much collapsing into the bed, Seokjin wedged deep inside you. 

“You feel different.” He groaned. You felt him twitch. “Love that feeling.” Ever so carefully, he drew back, hands gliding along your back. “I’m okay to finish?” 

“Yes,” you nodded, turning to press your cheek to the pillow. You jutted your ass out, feeling him slide back in almost involuntarily, your tightness calling him back. “Be quick though.” You were tired – and sensitive. Still horny though…

He found that amusing, chuckling throatily. “I promise you I will. I’m so fucking close.” He pulled back again, grunting. He was taking his time, easing you into it. “Ngh. I’m almost too big for you now. You’re squeezing so much.” 

You moaned in reply, loving the way he held your hips firm and rolled into you, slowly fucking you into the mattress. 

“Tell me how much you’re loving it,” he pretty much pleaded, ever so slightly speeding up. 

“I love it so much.” You professed. “You have n-no idea.” You jerked forward as he hit deep, crying out. “Seokjinn! Please. Go a little faster.” 

He grunted, sounding smug. “You want my cum.” You moaned in reply. “Say it for me.” He demanded. “Please, baby, say it for me.” 

“I want your cum,” you moaned. 

And that was enough. With a strangled cry he began to snap his hips faster and faster, fucking you hard, chasing his end. It didn’t take long. A minute later he rammed himself deep, stiffening as he came inside you, groan of relief loud as all the tension left his body. “Shit.” He muttered, collapsing on top of you, careful not to press his full body weight into you. 

He held your shoulders, nuzzling into you as he slid to your side. You used what was left of your energy to turn around, letting him smother you with kisses. “That was… I don’t know what came over me.” He exclaimed. 

“It was amazing,” you gushed, running a hand down his sticky chest. You could spot your arousal, now dried to his face, his hairline damp with perspiration. You leaned in for a kiss, pulling back when he began to laugh. You looked at him puzzled. 

“You want my cum,” he gleed.

“Get lost!” You groaned, pushing him away. He rolled onto his back, his chest still rising visibly as he caught his breath. 

“I need the bathroom,” he announced, standing and looking around. “My bag? I thought Misook said she dropped it off for me?” 

Sitting up, you glanced around. “Maybe Soo left it downstairs.” She’d probably thought you’d spot it by the door when you arrived home. You’d been too distracted… “Wear my robe.” You suggested. 

“That?” Seokjin questioned, looking sceptically at the pink fluffy nightgown hooked onto your closet door. 

“Why not? You’ll look cute.” 

“True,” he agreed, turning to reach for it.

“Nice ass.” You had a great view from here. 

“Hey,” he whined, throwing the robe on quickly to hide his modesty. 

“What, you have a really nice ass for a forty year old!” You insisted. 

He clicked his tongue. “Now that’s just rude.” 

You giggled as he left, calling out a not very believable sorry after him. A few minutes later you heard Soojung’s door open, footsteps in the hallway and then, voices. Taehyung and Seokjin’s. They’d bumped into each other. You laughed to yourself, imagining how awkward it must be for them right now. Amazing. Twenty seconds later Seokjin and your fluffy robe were shooting through the door. 

“Oh, my god.” Seokjin grimaced. “That was so awkward. Taehyung wanted the bathroom as I was leaving.” 

“I heard,” you chuckled, amused by your boyfriend’s unnecessary mortification. 

He laid on the bed, groaning. “We had to small talk. He was in his boxers… I think he knew we’d just had sex.” 

“Yeah, he probably heard us too…” 

Seokjin made a noise of discomfort. He wasn’t so sure of himself now, was he? You rolled your eyes and reached for him, gathering the collar of your gown in your hands to kiss him. You grinned. “You look really sexy in my pink fluffy gown.” 

He hummed against your mouth, “I know, right?” He didn’t need persuading when you pulled him over you, untying the middle of the robe before pushing the fluffy garment over his broad shoulders. His dick was soft, but he was eager if the way he kissed you was anything to go by. It made you feel guilty when you inevitably pushed him away, robe victoriously clutched in your arms. 

“Where are you going?” He whined, watching you stand. 

You slipped into the nightgown, smiling cutely. “I need to pee.” 

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When you woke up the next morning there was a text waiting for you from your beloved best friend… 

Soojung (08:12am) Tae just told me he woke up and heard you guys having s e x last night  Then he bumped into Seokjin who was wearing ur robe  I’m glad I’m a heavy sleeper  But he said it sounded like you were having a GREAT time 😏  Dilf got movesss 😳

The embarrassment! 

Today was a very important day, according to one little person. Arin’s seventh birthday. She’d mentioned it almost every single day since August had arrived. Seokjin had worked really hard organising her a garden party, inviting all their family and friends, including a couple of her friends from school. You were a bit nervous about that, knowing you’d be met with a few curious questions but there were more pressing issues at hand... You were about to meet Seokjin’s parents for the first time. (As well as numerous other members of his family, but a girl could only worry about so many things at once.) 

He’d already met your family a couple of weeks previous – joining you for lunch with your mom one afternoon and then accompanying you for dinner at your father’s house a few days later. Seokjin had taken it in his stride, so even if he was a little nervous he never once showed it. He was good at that, you admired him for that. You on the other hand were this close to breaking out into a nervous sweat. 

You were thankful Arin had you preoccupied all morning, insisting on helping Misook and you put up the decorations for her own birthday party. Helpful as always, although be it a little buzzed. Scrap that, a lot buzzed. She was still on a high from celebrating her birthday with her mom for a couple of days. She’s only gotten back yesterday afternoon, and that’s when Seokjin had surprised her with two pet rabbits – one snowy white, the other midnight black. Her excitement levels were through the roof today. Seokjin had called you this morning informing you he’d been woken up at 5am and he needed your assistance ASAP because he couldn’t handle a hyperactive birthday girl all on his own the entirety of the morning… 

By 1pm some of the guest had already started arriving; Seokjin’s brother and his wife, along with their two twin boys who were a couple of years younger than Arin. Aunts and uncles, and a few cousins, Seokjin’s friend Namjoon, who had two children; a 9 year-old daughter and a four year-old son, and then a few of Arin’s friends, some from various clubs she attended and two you recognised from school. They recognised you too of course, and you overheard Arin adorably telling them that you were her “daddy’s girlfriend.” No matter how much time past, and no matter how natural this all felt now, you were still so happy that Arin was on board with all this. It was the best feeling. 

Seokjin’s parents were the last to show up seeing as they lived quite far away, and you waited nervously to meet them as your boyfriend took their luggage upstairs to one of the guest rooms. Meeting his brother and his friend and the rest of his family hadn’t been bad at all, so you were feeling very optimistic by now. Still, you could hear your heart beating frantically when you saw Seokjin leading them into the kitchen where you were blowing some last minute balloons. 

“You must be Y/N,” his mom greeted with a smile, arms wide as she walked towards. With a quick embrace she kissed you on the cheek. Seokjin had warned you about that. 

“Hi, it’s really nice to meet you,” you smiled back, relaxing slightly down to her warm attitude. (It also helped Seokjin had taken place by your side, arm brushing against yours.) You glanced towards his father, greeting him with the same smile and he gave you a nod, a friendly “Likewise,” leaving his lips. Seokjin had also let you know that his father was the silent, polite type. Seokjin was similar. They even looked quite alike. His mom was slim and elegant, and incredibly beautiful. 

“You’re even prettier than your pictures,” she informed you, taking your hands in hers. 

“Pictures?” You chuckled nervously, glancing up at Seokjin. 

He groaned quietly. “I may have sent her a couple of us together. My mom’s very nosey. Dad not so much.” 

“Oh,” you blurted, hearing his father laugh. You smiled coyly back at Mrs. Kim. “Thank you.” 

“Nonsense. I’m not nosey,” she insisted, raising an eyebrow at her son. “Curious, I’d call it.” 

Seokjin chuckled. “Of course, mom – Oh!” Something caught his attention out of the window and he rushed off, opening the sliding glass door to stick his head out. “Arin, your grandparents have arrived. Come say hi.” 

Mrs. Kim let go of your hands as Arin came dashing in like a hyper puppy. “Grandma! Grandpa!” She squealed, throwing herself into her grandfather’s arms. “It’s my birthday!” 

“Is it?” He asked, playing clueless, but he couldn’t keep it up for long. “Of course it is!” He kissed her cheek. “Happy birthday, pumpkin.” 

“Happy birthday, Arin. Are you having fun so far?” Her grandma asked, fluffing her hair. Arin went to hug her next. “What gifts did you get? We have yours in the car, but you have to wait until later, okay?” 

Arin nodded, before proceeding to talk all about her day. She didn’t come up for air, which was highly amusing for all four of you. However, inevitably, she got bored, her hand slipping into yours, tugging it gently for your attention. “Y/N, can we go and see if the buffet is ready now?”

“Of course we can.” You glanced at your watch, then up at Seokjin who was doing the same. It was half past two, you’d agreed to start eating at 3pm. Arin’s senses were perfect. 

“No sneaking anything off the table, young lady.” Seokjin told her. “Especially not cake. You won’t have to wait long.”

Arin couldn’t help but giggle at that, already beginning to drag you off. 

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You were on your way back from the lower floor bathroom when you bumped into Seokjin’s mother again. She was stood by the dining room entrance, rooting around in her purse, pulling out her cell phone. “Oh, Y/N, dear, I was just getting my phone so I could take a few pictures of Arin. I need to show them to my mother. She’s a bit too old to make the journey down here.” 

“Awh, that’s a shame,” you replied, coming to a halt politely. 

With a nod, she changed the subject. “I’m so glad the weather is hot for her birthday.”

“I know. She’s been so excited, hasn’t been able to stop talking about it for the past month,” you laughed. The party had been a success, the food and games going down a treat. It had been a long time since you’d attended a child’s birthday party – your siblings were long past that age, and you’d forgotten how fun they could be, even if you were much older now.

Being surrounded by Seokjin’s family wasn’t as nerve-wracking as you’d initially thought. They were all so lovely – not that you didn’t expect anything less, of course, you were just thankful you could hold a natural conversation with his mom. 

“She really likes you. I can tell.” Mrs. Kim said out of the blue, surprising you, but you tried to hide it well.

Smiling softly, you replied, “I’m fond of her too.” 

“I heard you were her teacher?”

“For a short while.” You nodded. “That’s how Seokjin and I met.” But you guessed she already knew that, you know, mother’s curiosity and all. 

Her mouth quirked up and then she snorted. “My son definitely knows how to make an impression. I heard he hit your car?”

Laughing, you’d been correct. He had told her how you’d met. “Yeah, but I try not to tease him too much about that anymore.” 

“It sounds like fate, no?” She smiled, before shaking her head and raising a hand. “Sorry, I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. The first time my husband and I set eyes on one another it was love at first… You probably don’t want to hear about that,” she chuckled. You opened your mouth, ready to disagree, but she spoke again. “I just… I haven’t seen Seokjin this happy in a very long time. Not since Arin was born.” 

Speechless, you tried to think of something to say. Just what? “Oh, I –”

“What are you two conspiring about in here?” 

You heard Seokjin’s voice from behind you and turned to see him walking towards you both with a grin on his face. When he reached you he cupped your waist, kissing you on the cheek. His mom watched on fondly. 

“Nothing… much,” she replied, a teasing lilt to her voice. It caught his attention. “I was just telling Y/N that I haven’t see you this happy in years.” 

“Mo-mm,” he whined, immediately growing red. 

“What? I’m just speaking the truth, Seokjin,” she laughed and looked in your direction. “He gets embarrassed so easily. Have you noticed?” 

“I have,” you laughed along. 

Smiling tenderly at him, she stepped forward and touched his arm. “I’ve loved hearing my son laugh all afternoon.” Seokjin dropped his head, even more embarrassed now. He was cute. “Okay.” She clapped her hands, taking pity on him. “That’s enough from me. I’ll leave. Your father’s probably on his third slice of cake by now…” Kissing Seokjin’s cheek softly, she began to walk off. “You love me really.” 

“Of course,” Seokjin called, turning to you once she’d left, heading back in the direction of the garden. “Sorry about that.” 

You chuckled. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. We were just talking.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him. “You’re cute.” 

“You’re never too old to be embarrassed by your mom,” he muttered, kissing the top of your head. Snorting, you leaned back, but he held you tight, gazing into your eyes. “You look really pretty today.” 

“You say that every day.” 

“Because it’s true.” He kissed your lips, stopping any clever remark you may have had dead. 

Instead, as he pulled away, you brought your hands up to his chest, straightening the collar of his shirt. “Let’s get back outside. I’m enjoying myself.” 

“I’m glad.” Seokjin beamed, eyes twinkling. 

At that moment, it hit you how happy he looked… You’d not really noticed it prior, but now his mom had pointed it out it was so obvious. 

You hoped he could tell just how happy you were too… It was all down to him, after all.  

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[joaquinwhorres]

Blank Out (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

SUMMARY ››››› Bucky Barnes has a list of names–amends he needs to make. When he gets to yours, he finds the amends process a bit more…difficult than it should be.

WORD COUNT ››››› 1,700-ish

WARNINGS ››››› language

A/N ››››› Oh hey, look at me jumping on that Falcon and the Winter Soldier trend. This is the Y/N version of my OC fic. Exactly the same but for people who prefer Y/N. Lemme know if you want to join the tag list!

Bucky stood outside of the door, staring at the wreath of brightly colored fabric leaves, a small wooden sign hanging in the center with the words Give Thanks looping across it. 

He doubted there was going to be much thankfulness for him on the other side of the door. 

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

This was supposed to be getting easier. Dr. Raynor told him it would get easier. 

But for someone who hated bullshit so much, she really spent far too much time talking out of her ass. Because this wasn't easy. 

Easy would be surreptitiously wiring a million dollars into each of their bank accounts from the HYDRA accounts he still had access to.

Easy would be taking out anyone who had been involved in the decision to give him the order. 

Easy would be breaking the damn rules. 

The rules aren't meant to make your life easy, James. They're meant to disconnect you from the Winter Soldier. That's the whole point of making amends, isn't it? 

He'd give anything to get her damn voice out of his head. 

Bucky propelled himself up the front porch steps before he could change his mind. Like he had last yesterday. 

He rapped on the front door, accidentally knocking the wreath sideways as he went to pull his hand away. Instinctively, he reached out to right it, centering the sign and taking his hands away slowly to avoid a repeat of the situation. Bucky checked over his shoulder, half expecting Sam's stupid little robot to Zoom into view with Sam cackling and making some dumb quip about metal butterfingers. But Redwing wasn't there. The only other person outside was an old man mowing his lawn in a dingy white undershirt and grey sweatshorts. Bucky's lip curled in disgust before turning back to the door--the sound of locks clicking out of place putting him on alert. 

"Hello?" 

Bucky blinked, his eyes meeting those of the woman before him. Her eyes were striking, pinning him to the spot and pushing all semblance of thought out of his head. 

"Can I help you?"

Bucky blinked, nodding at her. Right. He was here for a reason. Not to stand like some teenage boy who'd just seen the girl next door for the first time. 

"I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N."

"You found her." 

He blanched. "You're Y/N Y/L/N?" 

The look of vague curiosity that had been gracing features markedly shifted into a look of annoyance. "Believe it or not, Y/N’s come in all shapes, sizes, and colors." 

Fuck this. He needed to get out of here. There was no way he could have this conversation now. 

"Still want to talk to me?" She asked, eyebrows arched and arms folded across her chest. 

No. 

Sam's laughter echoed in his head, as if he'd been here to witness the exchange. And that's why he stayed. Out of spite. 

He nodded. "My name is James "Bucky" Barnes and--"

"Wait a second," she held out a hand and raised an eyebrow on him. He did as she asked, stopping mid-sentence with a sinking feeling in his gut. "You're the Bucky Barnes?"

He nodded, resigned to the fact that this was going to be his worst attempt at amends yet. "Yeah." 

"Well," she breathed, dropping her arms. "If I'd known I was meeting an Avenger at my door, I might have put on some pants." 

His eyes ran down from her face, noticing for the first time that she wore a dressing robe that barely swept the tops of her knees. Her bare knees.

His mouth opened as if he had even the faintest clue how to respond to this and then his jaw moved up and down for a new second as if the motion of talking would bring words. While it didn't muster an apology or some other decent thing to say, he did manage to utter a single word: "Shit."

She snorted at the reaction before smiling for the first time and shaking her head. "If you want to come in and wait, I'll go get changed."

He shook his head. "I can wait out here."

She was still smiling. Probably because she realized he was far more pathetic up close. "Suit yourself, but there's eggs inside."

"I'm good," he said, forcing himself to give a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes. She nodded, leaving the door open behind her as she disappeared inside the house--as if he'd change his mind.

He should leave right now. Turn around and come back a different day when he could at least function like a mostly human being. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head. 

The quick, sharp sound of pattering bare feet broke his stream of thought, as another girl came to the door, standing before him with her hands on her hips. "We were having breakfast, you know," the girl announced, her voice dripping with sass. "Now we have to wait until she's done talking to you. And I'm starving." 

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be….not talking to strangers?"

"Shouldn't you be eating breakfast?" she countered.

"It's ten in the morning; I ate already."

"We were supposed to have breakfast an hour ago. But Ravi--"

"Rocio, leave Bucky Barnes alone," Y/N's voice called from elsewhere. 

Before he could fully process how odd it was for him to use his name, the little girl's hands dropped from her hips and she stared up at him, mouth agape and eyes comically wide. 

"You're Bucky Barnes?" she asked, her small voice awed. 

He nodded with a deep sigh and another forced smile. 

"What happened to your hair?"

"Got a haircut," he shrugged.

She furrowed her brow at him, her little eyes peering intently at his face. He wasn't sure the last time someone had looked him in the eyes this long. Nobody except Steve had looked him in the eyes since he made it out. The corner of his mouth twitched up. She nodded at him, having composed herself so her little face was serious once more. "I like this better."

"Thanks." He couldn't keep the amusement from his voice. He didn't even really try. 

A thought seemed to hit her, lighting up her whole face with excitement. "Wait right here. Don't move. Promise."  He nodded again and she raised her eyebrows at him, giving him a stern look. 

"I promise," he said, clearly stating each word.

She nodded at him. "Ok. Good." And then she turned and ran into the house, her feet making far more sound than they should for someone of her size.

Y/N reappeared shortly thereafter with a faint smile on her lips, dressed in a copper colored sweater and jeans. "Sorry. You're her favorite."

"She's cute." 

What an idiotic thing to say. 

"Wish I could take credit," Y/N said, shaking her head. "She's my sister's. I'm just the babysitter on duty."

There were some more sounds of scampering and Rocio was back at the door wearing a long black satin glove, reaching about halfway up her bicep. There were lines streaked across it in gold marker to make it look like it was made of metal plates. 

"I made an arm like yours!" she announced, almost whacking Y/N in the stomach as she extended her arm out for him to see. 

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd seen Halloween costumes for sale and shirts with one of the sleeves modeled after his arm, and pictures of guys with an arm wrapped in tinfoil. All of them had been with his old arm--his silver one with the red star. The arm that belonged to Him. An arm made to invoke fear. 

This was the arm of a protector. 

She deserved more of a reaction than a small, breathy, "Wow." 

"Will you sign it?" Her eyes got even bigger if possible, and Y/N started to shake her head, bending over to talk to the little girl,  but Bucky stopped her. 

"You got a marker?"

"I'll go find one!" Rocio disappeared again, leaving him and Y/N alone on the doorstep. She was closer this time, and he could hear her talking to herself and rustling through different drawers. 

Y/N turned her attention from her niece back onto Bucky. "So, why is Bucky Barnes on my doorstep?"

"I uh--when does your sister get home?" he asked, eyes focused in the direction of Rocio's sounds. He swallowed, tearing his eyes away and back up to hers. "I should probably tell both of you...together."

The playful amusement that had been on her face disappeared as she stared at him, as if trying to see inside his head. Like she would want to see what was inside of his head. 

"She'll be here around three." 

He nodded, saved from a response by Rocio's re-appearance, waving a silver sharpie in the air. She offered it to him, and he plucked it out of her hand, taking hold of her toothpick of an arm in one hand and signing his name on the inside of her bicep. Where she could hide the signature if she wanted to.

Bucky handed the marker back to her as Rocio held her arm out, trying to catch sight of his name. 

"Rocio," Y/N prodded, gently. 

"Thank you!"  she chirped, before turning and literally skipping back inside. "Ravi--look!"

He liked her.

"That was really kind of you," Y/N said, warmly. "I think you just made her year." 

He shrugged. 

"Although, I have a feeling that this is all she's going to talk about for the next week," Y/N sighed, shaking her head. "Anyway, Lilly will be back around three if you want to come back then and share whatever secret serious news is it that you need to tell us together." Her voice was teasing, and Bucky's mouth lifted into a smirk.

"I'll be back then." 

"Great," she smiled politely. "See you then." 

He nodded, wishing her goodbye before turning down the stairs.

So much for getting easier.

[celestialevie]

Flower Boy // George Weasley x GN! Reader

Summary: AU where y/n is working at the tattoo shop, while their best friend is an owner of a flower shop. What happenes when expecting to see your best friend for lunch, you end up meeting a tall ginger man. Warnings: fluff, mention of food, tattoos, flowers, George being absolute charmer Word count: 1.7k a/n: enjoy this aboslute fluff of a fic!! and again, english is not my first language so if there are any mistakes please do not hestitate to let me know about it!! ' Evangeline ' is an oc of mine, so she might appear in some of my fics as a side charachter. Also credit to @bwbatta for the dividers!!

Being a tattoo artist was one of the things you were proudest of. It wasn't easy to become one after neglecting art for so many years during High School. But after your best friend opened her own flower shop, she helped you get your inspiration for art being constantly surrounded by flowers and stories of why people were getting flowers. You were happy with everything but not knowing that wasn't the end of your happiness. It all started when you were on your lunch break and decided to swing by your best friend's flower shop to visit her. Expecting to see a small blonde girl behind the counter, you were shocked to see a tall ginger man standing there instead. '' Hello, how can I help you today? '' When ginger looked up, he felt as if someone kicked all of the air from his lungs because before him stood a beautiful person with y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes. Smiling at them as they approached the counter, they were even more beautiful up close. '' Hi, um I'm looking for Evangeline? I didn't know she hired someone new. '' Ginger laughed, nodding his head. '' Ah yes, I'm only here temporarily. Unfortunately, you just missed her, she left to go on a lunch break with my uglier twin. '' You only laughed at that. '' Too bad, but can you please let her know that y/n looked for her? '' He nodded. '' I'll let her know. I'm George by the way. If you ever wanna ask her for me. '' George wiggled his eyebrows, making you shook your head. '' It was nice meeting you, but I have to go now. Please don't break any of her flowers she's not afraid to commit murder if you break something in her shop. '' his eyes widen, making you laugh as you were leaving but his voice stopped you. '' Hey! You come here often? '' he asks '' Considering I use to work here and my best friend owns it, yes. '' and with that, you left the shop, heading back to your workplace.

As the clock turned changed time to 8 pm, you relaxed finally going home after a stressful day. Just as you were open the door, Evangeline barged in. '' Hello, heard you've been looking for me. '' She grinned at her best friend, attacking them with a hug. '' Hello to you too,'' you said returning the hug '' I see the tall ginger you failed to mention to me kept his word. '' smirk appearing in the corner of your mouth as you recall your encounter with him from earlier today. '' It seemed to me you left a trance on Georgie boy. '' Evangeline wiggled her eyebrows, making you laugh '' You can't do that to me, I wanted to have lunch with my best friend only to find she ditched me for and I quote the ginger man '' uglier twin '', leaving me to get almost a heart attack. For a second I thought I walked into a wrong shop. '' Both of you walked out of the shop, heading towards your apartment. '' Speaking of that date, you also failed to mention you were dating someone, and here I thought we tell each other everything, tsk tsk. I'm disappointed. '' you nudged her, blush creeping on her cheeks. '' Oh my god are you blushing? He's making you blush just by thinking of him? You need to tell me about him. '' and so she did. She told you how his name is Fred and along with his twin, he has 6 siblings, making both of them the middle children. It was very interesting to know about a man who took an interest in my best friend. Deciding she'll spend the night at yours, you both got cosy into pyjamas and watched movies until you both crashed. The next morning you went together to work, letting you know she'll come to your work for the lunch break. So when your lunch break came, you didn't expect her to walk in with the same ginger man from yesterday. '' y/n/n, I brought us a bodyguard to keep us safe during our lunch break. '' grin played on her lips, making you shake your head. '' Yeah because we're so in danger that someone is gonna try and kill us while eating Taco Bell. '' George snorted, making you look at him. He looked even cuter than yesterday if that's even possible. Maybe there was something in gingers that you'd yet to discover that makes them so attractive. '' So flower boy, what do you do when you're not being a bodyguard or taking care of Evie's flower shop. '' he was grinning at the nickname. '' I own a joke shop with my brother, but we're currently redecorating inside so we had to close it for a week or two. '' An attractive businessman, that's a first one you snorted to yourself. Spending an hour with two of them, turned into a mostly back and forth conversation between George and you. Soon Evie had to leave, her lunch break coming to an end. To your surprise, George asked you if he could stay for a bit longer, which you said yes to since you had no client for another hour. He asked you about your art style, which, according to George made your eyes sparkle up with happiness, making him chuckle when you started to ramble not even noticing. '' You're rambling. '' he chuckled making you blush a little. '' Sorry, sometimes I can get carried away without even noticing. '' George smiled, taking your hand in his, making you look at him. '' Don't apologise, it's adorable. '' blushing even harder, you looked at the clock making you realise that in 15 minutes your client should be coming. '' Oh shit I didn't even realise how much time has passed already, I have to prepare for the next client. But hey if you ever want a tattoo you know where to come. '' You said and with that, you disappeared somewhere behind in the storage, kind of hiding from flower boy, because he's starting to make you feel things you haven't felt before.

Everything was happening so fast, in the next few days he kept coming either alone or in a company of Evangeline. She knew what she was doing and she was enjoying it. You even got to meet Fred, him wanting to meet the fascinating best friend of his girlfriend and the person who his brother can't seem to stop talking about. So when George asked you out, you said yes having nothing to lose. Deciding on a picnic, both of you packed some food, and he picked you up after work, leading you to a park. He prepared a blanket and put down the baskets where food and drinks were, sitting down and relaxing. '' How was your day? '' you began the conversation. '' It was good, mostly spent the entire day thinking of what to bring for our date tonight. '' a smile appeared on his face. '' How was yours? Any interesting tattoos you did? '' so you told him about this older guy who had half of his back tattooed with some weird game character, which made him laugh. Looking up at the sky, it looked amazing. '' Isn't the view beautiful? '' a grin played on your lips as you looked at the stars. George was only looking at you, and how beautiful you looked under the stars. If he wasn't already falling, he definitely would've now. '' Yeah, it couldn't be more beautiful. '' you looked at him and he was looking at you. '' Stop looking at me like that! '' He grinned at you, placing a hand on your cheek. '' Like what? '' he said softly while looking you in the eyes. '' L-like I've placed all the stars in the sky as if I'm the most unique thing on this planet. '' you were avoiding his eyes, knowing you wouldn't be able to breathe if you do. George had other plans, because he softly placed finger under your chin, making you look up at him. His eyes were filled with so much adoration, making you get lost in them. '' I've been looking at you like that ever since we first met, darling. I've grown quite fond of you from the first time our eyes met. '' a smile was spread on both of your lips '' God how much I love seeing you smile. I like you so much, love. '' placing your hands on both of his cheeks '' Can I tell you something? '' you said quietly almost a whisper. '' You can tell me anything. '' ''I like you too flower boy. '' even bigger smile was on his lips. '' Could you say it again? '' you furrowed your eyebrows. '' Were you not listening? '' he shook his head. ' No, I was, I just like the sound of your voice. '' you shook your head at his goofiness. '' Can you kiss me? '' a grin appeared on his lips '' Thought you'd never ask. '' and with that, he placed his soft lips on top of yours, lips mending with each other. It was like fireworks exploded inside you, from how much happiness you felt in this moment. Everything was perfect.

The next day you decided to visit Evangeline in the shop, expecting to see I guy you've grown s much fond of. And there he was stood with Fred and Evangeline, his beautiful smile playing on his lips. '' Hello, hope I'm not interrupting a big secret meeting. '' you joked as you approached them. George pulled you in his embrace, placing a small kiss on your temple as he sneaked an arm around your shoulder. '' Of course not love. '' you smiled at him, starting a conversation with him, not noticing how Fred and Evangeline were looking at the two of you. '' I haven't seen her smile like that in ages. '' Evie said, '' Hey flower boy, '' Fred began only to be shot by a dirty look by you. '' Hey, only I can call him that,'' you said and with that making everyone laugh including yourself. This is the happiest you've been in forever, and you could only hope it could stay like this forever.