#just shy of 1400 words

[williamkisser]

A Luca x reader would be nice........... preferably slow burn and y/n is the shy type............. I'm hungry................. Thirsty............ Would beg....... Thank you.... *dying*

♡— The Prisoner with a shy S/O

♡— Oh my god… anon… N-N… NO!!!! Anon please, don’t do this to me… breathe. Oh my god. BREATHE!! *sniff* *sob* i’m… I’m so sorry i couldn’t save you, anon…. I hope you’re in a better place now… *sob*

♡— Warnings: g/n reader, fluff, possibly ooc i’m not sure, word count is 1400

♡— Luca Balsa, despite going through a turmoil of tragic events, never did once even try to stop working on his lifelong passion, god forbid even think of it. Yes, around him there were degenerates, murderers, thieves, even mystical, strange creatures - such combinations would drive any man crazy, as if anyone in here already wasn’t. But after all, finding something you could get absorbed in is the best method for killing time, don’t they say? Not even his developing issue with memory loss can stop him now.

♡— That’s why the prisoner, most of the time, could be found in the comfort of his own dorm, sitting by the desk while brain storming for yet another solution to the new experiment he was currently developing. And to be frank, he did quite like it this way. He had his own corner in the world, didn’t need to worry about money, could eat delicious meals and could even discuss some scientific matters with a few other enlightened individuals. And the prize for winning the game was even more tempting. Just imagine how much quicker he could develop his project with all this cash.

♡— Despite all the focus on his own dreams and scientific infatuations, Luca didn’t stray from engaging in interactions with other people. He’s certainly considered as one of the friendliest and most cheerful people in here. Some wonder if anyone im here ever managed to get on his nerve. He’s just very tolerable towards most, if not all, however, clearly he feels most comfortable near people who are willing to listen to his info-dumps, or engage in smart conversations, ask questions and give suggestions. There weren’t much residents in the manor like this. Most are either uninterested or too weirded out, therefore the prisoner always appreciated the open minded ones.

♡— Sadly, Luca’s past whereabouts left a permanent scar on him, making him a little unaware to some social cues. This man can not pick up on someone being painfully visibly attracted to him. He assumes all people willingly interacting with him are either friendly or just curious. Luca likes showing off and exchanging ideas with his mentor Alva, asking Helena for advice and letting her touch all of his tools or projects, trying to connect nature with science together with Luchino, or even explaining his ideas to the suspiciously fascinated Florian.

♡— And then there was you. A person very shy, awkward even. Everyone didn’t mind your presence, you just existed in your own bubble, in silence. Sometimes, someone would try to include you in some conversation, and while you did appreciate the gesture you just couldn’t grasp why you felt so uncomfortable, barely able to form a meaningful sentence. That was until you first encountered a young, quite charming in his own way man personally. You instantly became fond of Luca Balsa. Something about him just radiated pure happiness. He genuinely wanted to talk with you, sensing your anxiety, and you have no idea whether it’s for better or worse, because, oh God - he made you feel butterflies in your stomach and needles in your heart. You’ve got a crush on the Oletus manor’s „Prisoner”.

♡— You didn’t know what to do. The newly discovered feelings for the boy made your anxiety far more intense than it already was. Something in your head just screamed to not get too attached, after all, this is Luca Balsa we’re speaking of, he most likely doesn’t view you as anything else but a companion in matches. But, of course, the heart always does whatever it wants, ignoring the brain. That’s how you found yourself standing in front of his dorm doors, reflecting on if it’s alright for you to knock on them. What if he’s too busy right now and you’re just going to be a burden? This was a part of your mastermind plan - try to get into his interests and become a closer friend, and then…. maybe the friendship could bloom onto something else? You were in deep wonder, unaware that the doors are now open and Luca was waving his hand in front of your face. Earth to you.

♡— Either way, you spent some quality time with him together. He was very pleased to hear that you wanted to find out more about his projects and shared several insights related to his future plans. His dorm felt oddly cozy. You didn’t even realize that visiting Luca became some sort of a habit of yours, entering his workplace nearly on a daily basis - it made you forget about all the atrocities you witnessed during the bloody games. His voice was so soft and gentle, his eyes beamed as you kept asking questions about what is he doing right now. Luca felt so glad to elaborate and ramble about his passion. He’d even offer you to help him, giving you simple tasks as asking you to bring a certain tool. He was well aware of your shyness, so he was as understanding as he could, not forcing anything onto you. One day, Luchino teasingly called you „Luca’s little assistant”. The intense colour of your cheeks spoke for itself. You were head over heels.

♡— Quickly enough, your small acts of kindness turned into something way more serious. At one point, you felt like Luca’s own caretaker, because he was literally too absorbed in his work to pay attention to his own well-being. After you began frequently assisting him in not only helping to build some programs, you just took care of his needs. While Luca would love to stay up all night and didn’t like when people complained about it, oddly enough, he didn’t hesitate to tuck himself into his bed after you offered the prisoner too. You made sure he went outside and ate enough. Simple gestures like that were your own way of showing him affection, as you were too shy to be verbally affectionate.

♡— The whole situationship was now taking way too long. You were absolutely crazy over Luca, while he viewed you as a good friend and a fast learning companion. Everyone could tell you were following him like a lost puppy outside of matches, and he didn’t mind it at all. You just wished he would finally pick up on your real intentions, but at the same time you felt worried. What if he won’t talk to you anymore? What if there will be weird tension between the both of you if you confess? On one ordinary day, you were sitting by his desk as always, silently reading the notes hanged on the cork board while Luca came to you and asked to help him draw a technical sketch in his work notebook, to which you agreed to. After months of practice in his dorm you already knew how to properly draw a project on a piece of paper with accurate proportions - yet this certain sketch was new to you, you weren’t quite sure how to do it. That’s when Luca held your hand and guided it, helping you be more precise, and what an amazing, ecstatic feeling it was, his hand contained a specific, electric even, feeling on top of that. You blushed so hard you were surprised Luca didn’t even notice, but you knew you can’t be with him this way. You were hurting yourself by not telling the truth.

♡— This is how you found yourself sitting on Lucas’s desk, looking down and fidgeting with your fingers after telling the prisoner to listen for a minute. The whole thing was so stressful you can barely remember anything from that moment, not sure if it’s because of your own anxiety or if it’s the curse of this wicked place you’re stuck in. Either way, your confession to him was probably the most awkward one this Manor has ever seen - and it certainly saw a lot. Luca was surprised he didn’t manage to connect the dots for so long. He was focused on all the wrong things and failed to notice your affection towards him. Those were a few painful months, but he was going to make sure you know he appreciates all the help, not only on the projects, but also helping him take care of himself. Luca asked you for permission to kiss you while holding your hand, which you agreed to, feeling happy like never, making all your shyness go away for once… which did not last long, as Florian entered the room without knocking, making a loud „EWW” sound. Luca was going to make sure no one will interrupt you, scribbling something about a doorbell in his notebook right after kissing you like his life depended on it. Turns out, Luca Balsa now has found something to look forward to in his life other that science and innovative inventions - which was you.

Thank you for your request anon… i hope you can read this fic in the afterlife at least… anyways this my first time writing a fic for a character i’m not very familiar with. I tried to be as accurate as i could so i’m sorry if it’s ooc 😭 anyways it’s 2am now… idv x reader tag how are you doing on this lovely summer night

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patience [II]

18+ // explicit oral sex // nsfw below asking your teacher for some tips ft. boyfriend Yuji 20 y/o part one | part two wc 1400

You kiss Yuji then lean up to Nanami’s ear whispering, “wanna try giving you two blowjobs… will you help me?”

“Both of us?” Nanami raises an eyebrow, trying to hide his obvious excitement. “Please, need some pointers…” you reply tentatively.

“Pointers for what, sweetie?” Yuji asks, tilting his head. “You're so good at getting me off already.”

“I want to try… with my mouth…” you reply, giving Yuji a shy look. 

“Shit…” your boyfriend murmurs, his eyes hazy with lust. He leans down and places a heated kiss on your lips, biting and sucking.

He pulls away and kisses your neck as you feel Nanami's big hand turn you to face him. His lips inch closer to yours, hesitation evident in your wide eyes.

“Don't be shy,” he smiles at you, “you did just say you wanted to suck my dick.” He breathes out over your lips.

“I really want to…” you almost whine back. “Patience,” he utters, “please can I at least kiss you first?” He asks, his lips ghosting over yours.

You lean up and close the gap between your lips, feeling Nanami’s hands bringing you closer, snaking to the back of your neck. Nanami’s tongue is over yours in seconds, he bites your lip and pulls away with a low moan.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, “Yuji, come up here,” Nanami instructs your boyfriend. He figures he’s waited all this time, what’s five more minutes? You should definitely try this with your boyfriend first.

And Yuji is just so turned on… stumbling over his words, struggling with his straining erection, seeming like he's about to burst.

As Yuji stands from below you, your hands snake round his waistband pulling his shorts down slowly, revealing his throbbing erection.

Sure, you’ve seen him hard before, stroked him through orgasms, making him whimper and arch as he thrusts into your hands.

But right now, Yuji’s cock is so veiny and thick, his tip flushed and sticky. The sight of him makes you gasp as his length slaps against his muscular abdomen.

Your hand automatically starts stroking him, smearing the tip with your thumb. Yuji moans, his head falling back as he stands in front of you, hips jerking forwards at your slight touch.

“Fuck…” you hear Nanami sigh from beside you, “this is gonna be tough, y/n. Had no idea Yuji was so big.” He gives you a wary smile.

“Sorry…” you hear Yuji choke out, his head tilting forwards, giving you an apologetic look. “Yuu… wanna make you feel good, don’t say sorry sweetie.” He’s done so much for you already.

“Ok, start by sucking on his tip.” Nanami instructs, imagining your mouth around his own cock.

Yuji whimpers at your first contact; warm, wet lips surrounding his cock for the first time, “nhh! Fuck!”

“Lick down his shaft, get him nice and wet…” he continues.

Your mouth sucks over Yuji’s tip again as you feel Nanami’s big hand on the back of your head.

“Good, now slide him into your mouth,” he pushes, gently at first, “careful with your teeth.”

You’re about halfway down, struggling with Yuji’s girth and length. He’s an absolute mess, his legs shaking as you take him in.

“Good,” you feel Nanami stroking your nape, “can you keep going?” He asks, causing you to make a muffled moan of agreement over Yuji’s cock.

You want to keep going, but you’re not sure how he’s going to fit anymore inside you. “Slowly, princess…” Nanami encourages you gently, “deep breaths through your nose, relax your throat.” He instructs you calmly.

You do as you’re told and are surprised to feel Yuji’s length sliding further in, deeper down your throat. You feel like you’re swallowing him. He hits a sensitive part of your throat, so deep, making you choke and gag, pulling away suddenly.

“Did so well f’me…” Yuji leans down and strokes your chin, his cheeks and nose blushed pink, his freckles showing up vividly in the soft lighting. 

“Think Nanami might need you now,” Yuji leans down and kisses you deeply, then sits next to you on the bed as Nanami’s hand strokes your neck, turning you to him again.

Yuji is so right.

Nanami’s eyes are blown out with lust, watching you suck the younger man so well under his gentle instruction. He's been so patient and kind this whole time, he’s not sure how much longer he can keep this up.

You finally unbuckle his belt and unzip his tight trousers, making him sigh quietly in relief. He sits on your bed next to Yuji, pulling you down in front.

“Yes, kneel down like that,” Nanami mutters, his fingers tracing your lips. You move closer, your lips taking in Nanami’s tip, imitating the movements you made earlier on Yuji.

You’ve got Nanami breathless as you suck on him, your lips so soft and gentle, your tongue swirling over his shaft. “Nhhg, fuck—” he lets out quiet grunts as you take him in.

His hand snakes into your hair as you try to swallow him down further. “Y/n, move up and down, keep sucking, mmh– yeah, like that—” you feel his eyes on you as you suck him.

Nanami slowly pulls you off his cock, his tip popping from your wet lips as you release him. He moves you over and slides you down on Yuji again as they share you.

Nanami lays back on the bed as Yuji enters your mouth. This is going to drive him insane.

Despite this, both take turns so nicely, each man getting sucked and returning your mouth to the other, edging themselves as you swallow them down.

Yuji’s getting worked up, you can tell he’s going to cum imminently; his moans and whines hitching in his throat sweetly, his hips bucking up uncontrollably. He’s about to pop himself out of your mouth again, but Nanami pushes down on your neck.

“Yuji, you’re so close right?” Nanami asks, his voice gruff as he looks at the younger man. “Uh huh!!” Yuji whines, his mouth hanging open.

“You should cum…” Nanami utters in his ear, making Yuji grip your hair tighter. You can’t help but moan over his cock as the blonde man encourages your sweet boyfriend.

“Nhhhgg—” Yuji uncontrollably fucks his cum into your mouth on command, finishing and squeezing the last few beads over your lips. “Baby… baby, fuck…” he sighs and moans in bliss, his body finally relaxing, his hand untangling from your hair.

You lick your lips and go to wipe your face when you feel a strong hand on your wrist. Nanami pulls you onto him, your mouth coated in Yuji’s cum as you swallow the older man down again.

Nanami is losing his patience now. You take him in like before, up and down, licking and sucking, exactly as you were told.

“You listened to me so well, y/n,” you hear Nanami utter, “but there’s one thing I didn’t tell you…” you look up to him as he speaks, letting out a little moan over his length.

“Some men, like Yuji here,” he looks over at your gorgeous boyfriend who’s still recovering, “are so sweet and kind…” his voice sounds almost mocking, his cock sliding over your tongue. You feel him twitching, his pleasure building up feverishly.

His attention turns back to you, his grip on the back of your neck tightening. You feel him pushing you down.

Fuck, your little brain short-circuits, can’t take him like this!! You panic, choking, needing to pull away for air desperately.

His big hand only pushes you harder.

“But some men,” he continues between breathless groans, “like me… are less… forgiving…” his hand gives your neck a bruising squeeze, forcing you over him as tears roll down your cheeks. “Mm! Mm!” you can only whine as you feel him deeper.

“Yes, choke on me— ahh” he lets out a breathy chuckle, his hips shuddering. You feel his cock pulsing, his veins bulging.

“Want my cum? Ughh– fuck–” he groans, “mhh—” you can only moan, your pretty voice sending him over the edge, making him grunt and release his hot cum down your throat.

Fuck. So that’s what it’s like to suck Nanami Kento.

You found out the hard way. You were only curious. You wanted to learn for your sweet boyfriend. And oh boy you learned that you should take care of your gorgeous Yuji because he treats you so well.

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[nectarinesalt]

TICK // 7.1 - personal jesus

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (angst, language, sexual content)

Word Count: 1400

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Reach out, touch faith

Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares

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New Year's Eve 1983 - junior year

…the room was dark. You couldn't tell where you were. A house? A bedroom. A soft blanket underneath you, headlights of a distant car flashing from behind the curtains on the windows.

Though the lights were off and you didn't recognize the room, you were certain of a strong sense of safety. A comfort in the unfamiliarity. Was that the sound of a guitar playing softly? Maybe… somewhere in another room. 

Suddenly, it wasn't car headlights illuminating the dim room anymore. Moonlight poured in through an open window, pale and lucid.

And a figure could be seen stepping towards you from the shadows. You still didn't feel fear. You felt bare and vulnerable, but anticipation took over your senses.

Blurry flashes of silver rings and the smell of cologne… like everything else around you, how you knew the scent was on the tip of your tongue. You knew that smell from somewhere. 

All of the things around you, the smell, the man, the sound of the music. Mysterious in your surreal subconscious. But it also felt like coming home, as natural as whispering the name of someone you loved.

"Hello?"

He stood in front of you, waiting. A hand reached up and touched your chin, silently asking for you to look up at him.

Gripping the blankets behind you, your gaze lifted towards the moonlight and was dazed by brown eyes, a shy smile.

Everything shifted, jolting you quickly. He wasn't standing in the beams of light anymore. No, he was on the bed with you. Underneath you. 

The feeling of his hips between your legs and his hands sliding over your thighs raised goosebumps on your arms.

"Wake up…"

Leaning down, you kissed the man with the wandering hands and shining silver rings. No question about it - in your dreamlike state, you knew this was the only thing you wanted. An instinct.

You grasped for his belt buckle, still kissing him feverishly, lifting his shirt to access his jeans... 

"Hey! Wake the fuck up!"

The transition from a deep, sensual sleep to the embarrassing reality of your bedroom dropped onto you like a bucket of cold water. 

Sun poured in through the windows, much like the moonlight in your dream. And, of course, there was no man in your bed. Only the lovely Robin Buckley standing in your doorway, tapping it obnoxiously and looking at you expectantly.

"Hmm?" you mumbled, dragging the blanket over your head, still not quite awake.

"You looked like an actual corpse lying there. I had to make sure you didn't, like, die in your sleep or something."

You rubbed your sleepy eyes. "I might have just been in heaven."

"What?" Robin asked, nose wrinkling. She shook her head. "You know what? Nevermind. I don't think I want to know."

You sat up and squinted at the girl leaning on your door frame. "So why exactly did you wake me up? Besides to check my pulse?"

"You can't let go of your famous cranky morning attitude for one day? It's New Year's Eve, dingus!"

Oh, fuck. "I totally forgot what day it was. What are the plans, again?"

With the stealth of a ninja, Robin shut the bedroom door behind her so your parents couldn't eavesdrop.

"I thought we had a deal!" she whispered. "You've got plans with Nancy and Carol, right? I need you to tell mom that I'll be with you all night."

Yawning, you finally scrambled out of bed and over to your dresser. In your sock drawer, stuffed inside a rolled up pair of socks, was a crumpled bit of paper.

"Sure, no problem. But I'm not going with Nancy."

Robin snorted. "Should I even bother guessing who you're going to see tonight?"

Still cranky from waking up, you threw back your own prying question. 

"Should I even bother guessing who you're going to see tonight?" you snapped, but instantly regretted the tone of your voice when you saw a flash of hurt in Robin's blue eyes. 

"Look, Robbie, how about we make this easy? No matter where we both end up, let's tell them we were at Carol's with Nancy. Just meet me at our spot half past midnight, yeah?"

"Do you think this will actually work? We've never asked to go out on New Year's before." 

Robin looked apprehensive, but you didn't miss the spark of adrenaline on her face.

You gripped the paper in your fist tighter. "No idea, but eventually they're going to have to realize that we aren't their prisoners and we can be friends with anyone we want."

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Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer

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Eddie was almost out of his front door when he heard the phone ring, shrill and disarming. 

He stopped in his tracks for a moment, listening carefully to his father picking up the phone in the living room. A few seconds of silence, then some mumbling.

"Ed! It's for you!"

The call he had been waiting for. 

On the last day of school before winter break, the brown eyed boy meticulously scribbled his phone number on a piece of paper before stuffing it into your locker. After the passing of Christmas and almost a whole week, Eddie wasn't sure if you would ever call. Or if he had even put the paper in the right locker. 

After the day you had skipped school together, he had been a little discouraged by the wall you suddenly built between them. You were avoiding him in the hallways again. A wall was always up with you, though, and Eddie could easily tell how private of a person you were. 

But he truly thought you both made progress that day. Hot chocolate, driving his van around the old factory across town. Learning about each other and laughing at stupid shit. He figured those would be memories you could reminisce over, years down the line. 

Or was he just being a hopeless romantic? This was real life, not the fantasy of a brave knight fighting for the affection of a particularly sullen princess.

Plus, c'mon, he was Eddie Munson. A freak. But who exactly were you?

"Hurry up and grab it! I ain't got all day, kid. Jeopardy is on." 

Of course, his dad was already drinking and his patience was short, even on New Year's Eve of all days.

He ran quickly to the kitchen before his dad could hang up the call. Eddie almost dropped the phone in all of the commotion.

"Got it!" Making sure that asshole actually hung up the phone in the living room, Eddie Munson composed himself and spoke calmly into the receiver. "Hello, sunshine."

"How did you know it was me?"

Your deep voice, your golden honey voice. Sticky and sweet as it dripped onto his existence. 

"Oh, you didn't know? I have psychic powers. If I focus enough, I could probably even tell you what you're wearing right now."

Eddie's tiny effort worked, and the laugh he elicited from you was like music to his ears. 

"Joke's on you, Munson. I'm actually not wearing anything."

He could have choked on the room-temperature coffee he was sipping on. So much for composure.

"Perhaps my powers are failing me, then," he sighed dramatically. "Happy New Year's, by the way."

There was a pause on the other line. "Hmm, don't go saying that just yet. I was calling to maybe make plans with you tonight."

When the slightly stunned boy didn't answer right away, you continued.

"Unless you already have other plans? I know it's kind of late notice…"

"No, no," he replied quickly. "Well, I have some plans with Jeff and the guys, but not all night. I'm a little surprised to hear from you at all, to be honest."

"Yeah… I have… strict parents. They don't exactly approve of some of the people I hang out with."

Ah, Eddie thought to himself. Another piece of the confusing puzzle. 

He leaned over to peek around the corner into the living room. His father was focused on the TV, chugging beer and letting out an occasional wet cough.

"Sunshine, I know all about difficult parents."

"Maybe we could talk about it tonight? Or have I scared you off?" As usual, your blunt, cocky statements sent shivers down his spine.

"Freaks don't get scared, Buckley!" he chuckled, "I know a good place to watch the fireworks at midnight. Just let me know the time and place to pick you up."

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Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there

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(song lyrics credit: "Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode)

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[astral--horrorshow]

Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

《Previous Chapter》

Chapter 3: A Room With No View

Characters: Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey

A/N: I'm so so so sorry for the wait!! I had a nasty case of writers block for a while!! I'm going to try to upload every thursday, but that might change if the series continues into the school year.

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping, toxic relationships, reader gets hit with a tranq

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Chapter Summary: The brothers finally take you home

Word Count: 1400

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Your sock-footed shuffled across the carpet in your hallway, and into the bathroom. As you scrubbed your teeth free of any plaque that had built up over the day, your thoughts wandered to your favorite jacket and the Purple Dragons. Your jacket had been ruined, somehow. It had juice all over it! You didn't even know how it happened, and now it was runied! Even when you had ran it through the wash for the gajillionth time! You huffed sadly, forcing your thoughts to turn to your friends. They were acting weird. Kendra had been even more snappish and irratable, and she took it all out on Jase, who seemed relieved about something, but you couldn't fathom what.

Putting your toothbrush back in the mug on the sink, you started to head towards your bedroom when you heard footsteps. They were gradually growing louder, though you couldn't feel them.

The footsteps stopped.

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that whoever it was would go away.

Then suddenly, a voice broke the uncomfortable quiet.

"Should I try to hide

The way I feel inside

My heart

For you?"

You opened your eyes again, recognizing the sound of the record player. You laughed at yourself as you went to turn it off. You should've remembered that the song opened up with footsteps. You finally headed to bed, relieved. You, ignoring how the record player was even turned on in the first place, assured yourself that you were in your own home, and you were perfectly safe.

Oh, how wrong you were.

When you were walking back to your bedroom, you felt a sharp pain in your neck. It was sudden, and before you had even been able to reach up and see what it was, you fell unconscious, your face plummeting towards the floor. Leo knocked Mikey out of the way and ducked under Raph’s arm to catch you, scooping you up before you could even hit the ground. He supported your back and the underside of your knees with his arms, pulling you close to his chest and spinning around. When his spin turned him towards his brothers, they were glaring at him, clearly irretated at his antics.

Leo merely grinned in response to their narrowed eyes and crossed arms, simply strolling past them towards the front door. His brothers shook off their annoyance, and excitement and relief bubbled in them as they walked out the door and shut it behind them, marking the last time you would ever see your home again.

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You felt terrible.

That is, your body felt terrible. Your mouth was dry and you could feel the bitter taste of the air on your tongue. Your entire being felt rusty, slow, wrapped in cotton and unable to move or produce a single coherent thought other than, “I feel terrible”.

You felt weak, and your bones ached like you were 100 years old. You opened your eyes to be greeted with a dark gray ceiling in a dimly lit room. Though it was extremely difficult, you pulled yourself upright, observing the place you were in. You were in a large bed with tons of stuffed animals, pillows, and blankets adorning it, in an odd bedroom. It looked like somebody furnished an underground bunker, because the walls were made of dark gray stone, and there wasn’t a window in sight. Turning your gaze to the bedside, you silently gasped and threw your hand to your mouth, which made a loud slap echo throughout the room. The creature that made you react the way you did was a sort of humanoid turtle wearing a bright orange bandana around his head. He looked up from his sketchbook, and his gaze locked on you.

Not for long, though, as his eyes lit up and he squealed in what you could only recognize as euphoria as he dropped the sketchbook and pencil he was using to the ground launched forwards at you, capturing you in an embrace that left your ribs aching and your lungs desperate for oxygen.

You panicked internally, who was this? What was he? What were you even doing there? Questions, panic, and fear mixed into a cocktail of emotions in your head, it was all too overwhelming for you. When he finally released his grip on you, he brought his three-fingered hands to your cheeks, and began to pinch and squeeze them like he was a grandmother doting on her grandchildren.

“You’re finally awake!”

You jumped at the sudden sound of his voice, and you tried to pull away from his blue-green hands. To no avail, however, as he had an iron grip and you had a weakened body. “Where am I?” You asked him, voice scratchy from dehydration. “Oh, you poor thing,” he cooed, “Have a drink!” He grabbed a water bottle from the bedside table, and when you tried to reach out and grab it, he held it away from you. “Let me do that!” He cheerfully said, screwing the cap open and finally letting you hold it, although he kept his hands extremely close, as if afraid you might drop it. Feeling the cold, sweet water slide down your dry throat was akin to drinking nectar from the heavens. You tried to drink the entire bottle in one go, but the creature once again pulled the bottle away. “Don’t drink too fast, you’ll drown!”

Feeling much better, you asked your question again. “Where am I?” He gazed at you for a moment, before snapping back into his cheerful demeanor. “Oh, I have to call the rest of your new brothers! They’ll be so thrilled!” Before you could even wonder who the “rest of your new brothers” were, he opened the door, which you leaned forwards to try and see out of, and yelled down the hallway, his voice echoing, "HEY, GUYS, THEY'RE AWAKE!" You jumped yet again at his sudden yell, not knowing his voice could be that loud. Footsteps thundered down the hall from both directions, all sounding different. Three more of the creatures burst through the doorway, all of them different in many ways, but you could tell that they were all turtles. The giant one in a red mask held out his arms and approached slowly, like you were a small animal he was attempting to pick up.

"Hi, little buddy," he softly said, creeping ever closer. You instinctively backed up as far as you could go, frightened and confused. "What's wrong?" He asked, his arms lowering and his head tilting to the side. He actually looked confused about your discomfort.

You swallowed harshly, your widened eyes looking up at the turtles fearfully.

"I-" But before you could even get your sentence out, the one in purple spoke for you. "They're obviously confused, Raph," He said, putting a hand on his hip and frowning dissaprovingly at him. "I thought we all agreed that we were going to introduce ourselves first,"

"Raph was getting to that!" He said, his energy in the sentence leagues different than the soft demeanor he had just seconds earlier. He stood upright and cleared his throat, his head now turned away from the purple guy. He faced you again, a sweet smile on his face. "My name is Raph, little bud. These all are all of your new brothers," He said, gesturing around, "I'm the oldest!" He exaclaimed cheerfully, pointing his thumb to his chest and being the second to not elaborate on the "new brothers" part. The purple one stepped forwards, about to introduce himself, but the one in blue shoved him to the side and stepped directly in front of you. "I'm Leo, and I'm only just about the greatest ninja around these parts!" He boasted, also pointing a thumb to his chest.

"Yeah, okay, 'Nardo," the purple one said, shoving Leo in return. "Ahem. I am Donatello," it was all he had to say, and he looked down at you, as if he was studying you or something. "And I'm Mikey!" The orange one chimed in, raising an arm in the air. Once he was done speaking, they all looked down at you with something sinister in their eyes. "Okay..." You spoke with hesitation, "...Where am I?"

They all stared at you, and you froze. There was something more than sinisterness in their eyes. Raph spoke up.

"You're home, of course!"

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A/N: I'm sorry ya'll I originally tried to delete the part where Donnie is called a purple guy but i couldn't make myself. Also, chapters are probably gonna get a little longer from this point onwards!

Taglist <3: @yanteetle @ssak-i @oleander-nin @averagerottmntsimp @katswritingcorner

[xo-urban]

Hello! How are you?

May I please request a Thomas Shelby x Male Reader? he is a very dear friend of Ada’s, which is surprising, since they different in nature, the Male Reader is very shy, very soft-spoken, well-spoken too, very intelligent (also speaks multiple languages). Ada loves him dearly, he’s so kind, always listens to her and her problems, and gives her good advice.

One day he accompanies Ada to the Shelby Mansion (you can decide why) and Thomas becomes hooked on him. Like, slightly obsessed with such a wonderful and angelic person.

I believe you can decide how the relationship starts. But can I ask for Thomas spoiling him rotten and being very protective?

Thank you for your time!

I loved writing this! It doesn’t quite make but it’s very close!

𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑

Pairing - Thomas Shelby x Male Reader

Summary - You went to accompany your dear friend, Ada but didn’t realize someone had eyes for you, getting a bit more than such a simple greeting from him.

Word count - 1400

Warnings - Heated kissing, otherwise fluff

It has been quite a while since you last spoken with Ada, you’d rather been busy occupying yourself with whatever work you can find to at least earn a few dollars to get by. You finally had the time of day to go speak with Ada who had been begging to meet up with you.

A knock at the door broke you out of your trance of thought, soft knocking, easily identifiable to be your dear friend Ada. You stood, grabbing your coat and swinging it on after polishing off your morning cup of coffee. Grabbing the knob of the door, you turned it, pulling the door open and seeing a face you haven’t seen in a while. “Greetings Ada” You smiled, watching her lips purse into a smile. “It’s been a while! Come come! We’ll speak on the way” She grinned. “Where to?” You tilted your head in confusion as you locked the door behind you. “The mansion.” She simply answered before she began to walk off. You followed quickly to stay by her side.

“Heard things have been good for you, hopefully what’s been said is true.” She knew you were hardworking, despite not communicating with people often. You nodded in response, “Things have been fair, no trouble so far.” You kept your eyes up, observing the streets. “Have you been well?” You questioned, Ada huffed in response. “A little overwhelming. The other Shelbys were asking who you were since the last time we met. Tommy was just dying to meet you and wouldn’t stop demanding me to drag you out of your hole.” She scoffed. You’ve never really met ‘Tommy’ formally, always heard of his name in the shadows, maybe a few glimpses of him, he was a mysterious man to say the least. “That’s the reason for today then? Should’ve told me so I would’ve worn something more fancy..” She only slapped your shoulder lightly, “ You look great any day, I doubt that you’ll need to present yourself in front of them.” You hummed at the reassurance, adjusting your coat. As you two shared stories of your own, catching up on events the two of you had missed since you last spoke, you hadn’t realized how much time had past when the both of you ended up on the Shelby Mansion doorstep.

Ada stepped up and knocked on the door before stepping back. “You sure I look alright?” You whispered, heart beating a little quicker, you were tense for sure. “Course you do! You have woman tripping for you in that outfit!” She whispered back. You were about to counter her words but the door slid open, quickly shutting you up. “Aunt Polly!” Ada smiled at her through the door. Polly smiled at her before turning to you. You could break just under that deathly gaze. “You must be the guest Ada was so enthusiastic to introduce formally.” Polly spoke as she moved the door wider, “Come on in, the boys are waiting and they're getting quite impatient.” You nodded, thanking Polly quietly, dipping your head slightly in respect. Ada followed in, leaning over and whispering a few things to Polly who shut the door behind the two of you.

Polly began walking to another room, not bothering to wait. You took a glance around, it was neat, comfortable as well. “Come!” Ada smiled, you calmed down slightly, loosening up at her warming smile. You followed in step after Ada who’d already walked off to the room Polly went to.

“Alright, settle down boys, it seems like our guest finally arrived.” That tone seemed so familiar yet so distant, you’d assume that he was the boss of everyone. You’ve heard of the Peaky Blinders and their games in Birmingham, but you stayed away from them, liking the safety you convinced yourself you had.

Ada pulled you in, standing by your side. You didn’t speak, only bowing to show some respect due to your cultural practices. “No need for such formalities dear.” Polly reassured you with a smile. You could feel eyes on you, eating you up slowly. You looked down at the hand extended to you, responding with your own hand shaking his, “Arthur. Arthur Shelby.” The man with the mustache smiled. “Good to meet you, Arthur.” You let your response roll off your tongue. “He speaks, and goddamn it’s a blessing to hear!” Arthur exclaimed with a proud smile, getting rid of the tension on your back. The second man stood up from his seat, walking over to you and shaking you hand like before, “John Shelby.” He smiled, he looked as if he was the youngest one. You nodded, turning to who you assumed was the ‘Tommy’ guy.

He walked over to you with such grace, his eyes scanning you up and down without shame in hiding them. “Thomas Shelby.’ He spoke with ease, it was the same voice as before. You went to shake his hand as soon as he reached out with a formal smile. When your hands meet, his was gentle, maybe a little rough and scarred but was so soft, you could almost hold it all day. You expected to do a simple shake with the handsome man but he turned the back of your hand to him, leaning down and pressing his soft lips against it. You couldn’t help but blush at the contact, you couldn’t help but think what it could feel like to have his lips against yours. He stood straight, leaning over and whispering in your ear. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” Before you can even stammer a word out of you, he had already leaned back.

“I’ll give him a tour!” Arthur smiled at you as if everything that happened was completely normal. “I’ll actually.” Thomas spoke, taking your hand once more, “Go off and get what you need to get done today, I’m sure you do.” You heard soft groans all around. Your eyes met Ada’s, almost asking for help but she only mouthed good luck. “This is how I end.” You murmured in a different language, following Thomas out of there and down a hallway.

Thomas just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you,eating up your small features. “Have you ever kissed a man before?” He spoke, tone so sweet and demanding. “I had my fair share.” You spoke softly and he pushed you to the wall gently. “ You’re just so..” Thomas trailed off, finding the right word. “Perfect.” He whispered. You could feel his breath on you, locking eyes with the most handsomest man you’ve ever seen in all of your life. He leaned in, hand tucking under your chin to lift your pretty face up. “Can I kiss you?” You whispered, you were mesmerized by him and didn’t want to screw it all over. He didn’t answer, only leaning in and connecting your soft lips against his own. God it felt oh so heavenly, like a fresh champagne bottle being opened after you’ve struck millions worth of gold.

He pushed against you, hands sliding up your waist. You both were enamored by each other since the day you first saw each other almost six months ago. Thomas whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he pulled away, getting you to whine softly at his words.

“You’re mine from now on, darling..” Thomas murmured, you quickly nodded, “Always..” You replied, smiling as his lips pursed. You quickly pulled him into another kiss, this time much more passionate and hungry..

. . .

Ever since the relationship bloomed, you were asked to move into the Shelby mansion. Although Ada protested that she didn’t want to see her brother banging her dearest friend, you moved in anyways. You were spoiled with fancy suits and the most luxurious of things. Despite the money spending, you loved Thomas, the man, his words, his body.

Now here you were, cuddling each other and bathing in the comfort and warmth, you got to learn Thomas’ secrets and he got to learn your own. You could feel him kiss your hair with incoherent murmurs. “I love you so much..” You slurred with a sleepy smile. “ Love you too darling.. Anything for a perfect man like you, for I’ve stricken gold in life..” Thomas smiled, pressing a soft night kiss to your lips in the darkness that cloaked over you.

He really did struck gold with you and only you.

[azzieshd]

Azriel: Set fire to the rain

You were rescued by the Shadowsinger, and maybe had fallen in love for him. But there is one problem: scars above your body made you completely insecure, making you sure that the spymaster would never love you as you love him. Maybe you are wrong, maybe he will prove it to you.

Warnings: kind angst, insecurity problems

Words counting: +/- 1400

Sequel: Part II

*English it not my mother language, there could be grammatical errors and typos. Please warn me if you find them, I'll do my best trying to get better.

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You've started training with the valkyries after one of the priestess invited you. You worked at the library, organizing books and separating lots of paperworks that were needed for searches and other stuff. It's been a while since you got there, rescued by the Shadowsinger after you tried to help those priestesses of one of the temples too near your house.

You remember that day clearly: those screams, the fire and a lot of blood. Rhysand sent his spymaster to save everyone he could by that time, but when he got there, you already had rescued most of them. Asking to the females who had saved them and where the savior was, they told him you came back to the fire because a child was missing, but you were taking too long there.

Going forward the falling building, Azriel found you on the floor, blood in your temple and a huge beam over your body. Catching you in his arms after removing the big shard of timber, he noticed some bruises caused by the contact of your skin with the flaming place. He knew how hard it would be for you to recover. He didn't find the child either.

When you woke up, new scars covered your body. The first person you saw as your savior, he stayed by your side and helped with everything – after asking you some questions.

The trauma was huge and the High Lord offered a place to you, even though your house remained okay, you weren't. You just couldn't hold the lack of the temple and the priestesses, yes, you helped a lot of them, but not all. And there was the kid either, didn't find him and couldn't be able to save him destroyed you. That's why you accepted to work in the library, it was quiet and safe, perfect to your point of view. But staying there for so long, refusing to see the sunlight and catching fresh air, concerned your colleagues, that's why they assumed the training sessions would do you good.

It took you some time to accept it, and when you did it, all your friends were so advanced that you almost gave up. Azriel was the only reason why you kept on.

The illyrian male was so patient and so comprehensible that he made sure to make you as comfortable as it was possible. And with his help, you felt much better than months ago, perhaps you were now very close to the others and much more talkative as you were.

But today was different.

It was summer and the sun was not giving a lull. All of the females were training just with a top, and those who were more shy, were wearing a soft fabric cloth, but still making sure to keep arms free to the natural light. You were another case.

Using your heavy clothes as usual, you're sweating a lot more than the others, and the heat added to a poor breakfast almost made you faint. Now sitting on the floor with a glass of water in your hands, you were trying to breathe properly to go back to the arena. All of your friends worried about you and questioning themselves why you kept your hoodie on such a hot day. Of course they didn't understand, they would never do.

After that day you were never able to look at yourself the same way. All of those females had stunning skins, needless to be shy of showing their arms or their legs, they didn't have horrible marks such as yours.

Seeing you by far, the Shadowsinger were trying to discover what passed through your mind. He got so fucked worried for you when you got pale and almost fell to your knees. Looking upon all the priestesses enjoying the sunlight, his mind clicked.

He observed as you removed nonexistent dust from your hoodie’s sleeve and then his gaze went to his hands covered with gloves. He knew exactly how you were feeling.

Approaching your seated form, he kneeled on the floor and immediately got your attention. You weren't blind, he was beautiful, but you also weren't stupid and knew he would prefer a woman without all the problems you had. You tried so hard to convince yourself that you were just in love by the idea of him saving you and not by his incredible personality, amazing features, indescribable kindness or unbelievable abilities. Maybe tricking yourself would make your heart a little less broken when he assumes he is in love with Gwyneth.

“It's kind of hot in here” he said while trying to catch your eyes, which you were trying so hard to keep away from him.

“It is, indeed” your voice was so weak when you were by his side that you hated yourself for that. Fortunately in this case you would blame the sick feeling.

“You sure you’ll keep this sweatshirt?” He asked, a little apprehensive. The face you must have done just to think about being with your arms to everyone see your scars made Azriel’s eyes sad.

The male inhaled harder than needed, and then started to take off his gloves. Scars, so similar to yours, were now free to everyone’s eyes. He threw the gloves away, unaware of where it had fallen. Your gaze immediately went to his scarred hands, to how he kept his hands open, asking you to touch it.

“I know how you're feeling. It was difficult to me as well, but I promise that you’ll feel much better when you realize that nobody here will talk about that or stare at you.” His voice wasn't loud, but you're sure that everyone in the training ring could hear him. They were all silent, and you’ve seen, by the side of the eye, a little group shift their eyes from you after he said the last part.

You wanted to give him a little smile for what he was doing for you.

“It's difficult…” you whispered, with your eyes now on his. His hazel gaze softened to your weak voice, to your insecurity.

“Let me help you then” with his hands still on your way to take it. And so you did.

You standed and got so close to his body that you could feel his night and cedar smell. Oh, how you loved it.

After looking around to be sure that nobody was looking at you, your hands got the bottom of your hoodie. You were so insecure about that and got so long to start taking it over, that soon you felt two hands upon yours.

Azriel was looking at you, his hands holding yours so delicately. He gave you an encouraging smile, and when you nodded, both of you started to take that piece of cloth. As soon as you felt the sunlight in your skin after months, you closed your eyes and smiled. But when you opened it again and looked at your scars, your smile was gone.

“Hey, do not look at them just like it is horrible. Those scars are there because you’ve saved more than 15 priestesses alone. They don't make you less pretty. To be honest, you're much more beautiful with them.”

Your eyes widened at his words.

“Really?” You were so sure that Azriel would never think of you as a pretty woman. Maybe you were wrong.

“Really.” He smiled at you and then, without even noticing, he started to lead you to the middle of the training area.

He made your train so simple after that, that you haven't even noticed the time or how your body claimed to rest. Azriel spent all the time with you, only with you. The other priestesses glanced time by time just to see how happy the two of you were. After that afternoon, everything changed. You and Azriel became closer, you weren't afraid of showing your scars anymore, it was an important part of you.

Now, when you rush yourself out of the library to go to the training, a different wave of happiness always reaches you as you feel the wind and the sun without that barrier your hoodie used to be. You’ve changed so much since then, going out, making friends and laughing again. Everything was amazing, and a plus: it was at that same training center that the mate’s bond snapped, and of course you couldn't be more happy than you were.

[thecameronchronicles]

Good Girl

TW: Spanking. Dom!Rafe. SoftDom!Rafe. Language. Smut. 

SUMMARY: Your need for anything but ‘vanilla’ sex, sends your boyfriend to give you everything you want, as long as you’re his ‘good girl’...

WORD COUNT: 1400

*Requested*

Anonymous asked:

Omg can u do a smut where you're talking w Rafe about your kinks and stuff, and you tell him you have a spanking kink, but he just thinks that you're vanilla and that you're joking about that with him, and he bends you over his lap to spank you for fun and tease you for it, but you get so horny you literally cum from being spanked by him bc your clit keeps rubbing on his jeans from squirming while being bent over his lap 😳 and he realizes that you're actually serious and gets so turned on and fucks you

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Anonymous asked:

could you do a smut with rafe about him finding out his really shy girl wishing he would be really rough? he's all condescendingly sweet to her, telling her he loves her but he has to teach her how to ask for things, holding her hand while spanking her

Good Girl

Precious. This was how he saw you, and he told you this frequently. In public, in the confines of entangled passion, and every chance he got as it brought the cutest little blush throughout the expression he loved so well. But because of this, he was always gentle with you, never understanding from the scorched lust beneath your blown irises that you craved more than that. You appreciated it the first few times as it allowed you to adjust to him, but now you wanted the extent of what he could offer you. The thrill of that ‘more than vanilla’ sex you knew he had been capable of as it would slip in the dominance of his hold to your jaw as he’d lead a kiss to your neck or the wrap around your waist as he’d whisper in your ear how your curves in any chosen ensemble made him almost feral. And with your patience wearing thin because of this desperation, you would test his belief in your preciousness. 

“So cute, all needy for me…” He teased as you had led him into his father’s study, the only room not littered with guests from Ward’s recent soiree. Your fingers wrapped within the collar of his dress shirt, bringing him against you as he guided you onto the edge of the desk. 

“Baby…” He laughed as you took him harder against you, “You’re driving me crazy…This dress…those little moans-”

“Rafe…”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want you to spank me…” His lips pulled to a mischievous humor as it was clear the thought wasn’t one too vulgar or forbidden due to the excitement in his eyes, a conjured vision that he’d produced once upon a time. But to hear you say it, he was at a loss for anything but a chuckle. 

“You’re always so soft with me…And I want more…”

“I’m not enough?” He teased as you brought him back into you, that dainty elegance he knew you to wear as a demure desire was now exchanged for unbridled need as you took his fingers between your legs. 

“I want you to fuck me, Rafe…not make love to me…” His lips parted, draining from humor and now altering to a line of contentment, “Right here, on your father’s desk…twenty feet from his guests…” Your eyes narrowed sharper to him. “I want you to make me sore until I can’t walk and everyone knows what you’ve done to me.” He swallowed hard. 

“Well it seems you’ve thought a lot about it…” You nodded. 

He blew out a breath of disbelief before taking a seat on the couch set on the far side of the room. 

“Well then…Come here…” He patted his knee as you would straddle his thigh, given the direction of his positioning. 

“You sure about this? I don’t want to ruin that perfect little ass, but if you’re asking for it, I’m gonna give it to you…leave you every shade of red I can-”

“Please, Rafe…” He scoffed and slowly nodded. 

“Lift up your dress…Keep your panties on, I want the friction for you…And I want you to count for me…Not as a punishment, but as a reward for how many you take…Okay?” You nodded, obeying him as the edges of your dress were lifted by your pinch and you held it between your legs as he first hit came to your ass. 

“One.”

“Good girl. How was that?”

“Good.” He nodded, biting his bottom lip for a second before taking a hold of your hand as the other remained in a wrap of your dress. 

“Two.” You spoke in a deep exhale of recovery as his smirk widened, unaware that with each slap, he would cause your clit to rub perfectly against the fabric of your panties and that of his dress pants, bringing a pleasure along with the pain of each slap. 

“Fourteen…” You continued after some time, having begun to lose yourself in the repetition but also the softness he always held with you. That orgasm on the edge as you were rocked against him, a sudden wetness present on his thigh as he would scoff. 

“Shit, sweetheart…”

“I’m sorry…” You blushed, aware that he would have difficulty explaining the stain evident on the gray fabric. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your eyes widened. “If I knew you wanted it THAT badly…” He stopped himself. 

“Bend over the desk-panties off…I’m gonna take REAL good care of you, give you exactly what you want…” You couldn’t hide your excitement as you almost skipped to the desk, panties around your ankles in seconds, as he was quick to undress himself, cock quickly between your folds as you gasped to the feeling. 

“You have to tell me what you want so I can take care of you, my girl only gets the best…” You nodded as he continued to torment you. 

“So tell me…” He laughed as you blushed. 

“I want you to fuck me, Rafe…”

“Yeah, baby? Right here?”

“Yes…” You groaned. 

“You want it fast?” You nodded. 

“Hard?” You nodded faster. 

“Deep?” You nodded harder. 

The sudden relief of what he spoke of suddenly forcing you against the desk. 

“Gotta tell me these things…Otherwise it’s only hurting both of us…” He condescended behind you. 

“Such a good girl, taking all of me like this…So let me hear how good it feels…Tell me who’s making you feel that way…”

“Rafe!” He nodded. 

“Mmmhmm…” He groaned behind you. 

“You need me like this, you tell me next time…I always want to take care of you, okay?” You agreed with a bob of your head as you brought his hand to your neck. 

“I trust you…” You spoke breathlessly as he would moan before applying the perfect amount of pressure while quickening his thrusts. 

“God, my girl’s dirty, yeah?” You nodded. “All dirty just for me?”

“For you…” You validated as he turned you to face him. 

“You want me to come? Keep showing me what you want…” You nodded and led his second hand to your clit. 

“Come with me, Rafe…Please…” You pleaded as he nodded into your shoulder, bent over you and deepening that penetration. 

“You’re gonna make me come, baby…” He growled into you. “I’m so fucking close…”

“Me too!”

“Don’t tell me…tell them…”

“RAFE!” You chorused as he brought you both to that mutual edge, a deprived release you had quelled by your honesty bringing the most decadent and intense orgasm as he felt you wash over him and stain you both further. The evidence of this release dripping down your thighs as he turned you to face him, propping you back onto the desk with your legs over his shoulders. 

“I always clean up my messes…” His eyes stayed onto you as he savored the mix of your releases until bringing you to that second edge, retreating as you trembled. 

“I want you to play with it for me…I want you to come on my tongue…And I wanna wear you the rest of the night…my precious, dirty, girl.” You obliged, flicking your clit in rapid succession as he held his tongue against you, that second release lapped up quickly before he rose back to you. 

“Satisfied, sweetheart?” His question driving a blush to your cheeks. 

“For now…” His brow cocked before he helped you to your feet. 

“Well now since I know what you want…what you REALLY want…I hope you know what you’re in for…”

You nodded. 

“Yes, sir…” His eyes rolled to the words as he pulled you back to him with a passionate kiss bringing his tongue to your bottom lip to cement this moment in perfection. 

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[ikeromantic]

Kenshin - Heat 🥵

for @scruffymctee This one is quite spicy. A little hotter than I intended when I sat down to write xD Approx. 1400 words of some very NSFW time with Kenshin.

Kenshin found Mai in the garden. He watched her from the castle eaves as she walked along the garden paths, checking on the new plants. Only a few months ago, this space was reduced to sand and rock. The casualty of a - a misunderstanding. Kenshin still felt a slight wobble in his gut as he thought about her getting hurt, but he understood now. 

There were days when he still wanted to wrap her in soft blankets and lock her away in a place nothing could touch her. Well, nothing but him. He loved her too much to put her beyond his reach, and she made clear she wasn’t having it anyway. Kenshin smiled, remembering her fierce love. 

She noticed him in that same moment and smiled back. “Did you finish your work for the day?”

“I did.” He stepped fully into the garden. The afternoon sun was warm, a golden heat that seeped into him as he moved from shade into the light. 

Mai gestured to the flowerbeds. “I’ll be done here soon. Then, if you want, maybe we can have dinner together?”

Kenshin nodded. As if that was even a question. Of course they would have dinner together. “You could come with me now. There are servants to care for the gardens.You don’t need to do this on your own.”

“I know.” She gave a soft laugh. “But I like seeing them grow and feeling like I had a hand in it. Besides, I kind of feel like this is my garden now. Destroyed and rebuilt all because of me.” 

“Then I should help too.” He moved to stand beside her, his gaze flitting from the seedlings to his love and back again. “What are we doing?”

Mai pointed to the soil. “I’m making sure it’s aerated and that they have enough water.” She handed him a small stick with three pointy ends. “Here, you can poke and I’ll water.”

They spent the next several minutes moving slowly along the flowerbeds. Kenshin didn’t think he would like such work, but doing it alongside Mai made all the difference. He could smell her light perfume, and watch the tumble of her hair as she bent forward over the plants. Sometimes, their arms or hips would brush up against each other, sending a pleasant electric tension curling through him. 

At the end of the flowerbed, where the path curved along an inner wall, she stopped. There was a bench here and Mai sat down on it with a happy sigh. “I think that’s all of them.”

Kenshin sat beside her, his eyes drawn to her face in profile. The line of her nose, the curve of her lips. He found himself still in awe of her. Of this - a life he’d never expected and did not deserve. She’d taken the broken pieces of him and helped him put them back together. There was no term of endearment, no words that could encompass how he felt about her.

“Hm? Do I have something on my face?” Mai rubbed at her cheek. 

She was so adorable that he couldn’t help himself. Kenshin hugged her, pulling her up onto his lap so that he could hold her more tightly. He nuzzled her neck, and kissed the spot beneath her ear.

Mai squirmed and giggled. “Hey! What’s this all of the sudden?”

“It’s not sudden.” He tilted his head to regard her. “I wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you.”

Her cheeks flushed with heat, and she glanced down, suddenly embarrassed. “I - you know, you can’t just go saying things like that to a girl. It does things to my heart.”

“Good things?” He kissed the edge of her jaw. 

“Yeah.” She sighed happily and turned her face back to him, presenting her perfectly kissable mouth.

Kenshin took the invitation. His lips met hers with hunger. A desperation for her touch, for her body, that could never be satiated. It was a bonfire in his soul that burned for her every moment of every day. And when he could finally have what he desired, it only added fuel to that fire. 

Mai gasped at the intensity of his kiss, but did not shy away. Her need for him met his own. Her hands ran along his shoulders, down his upper back. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, demanding.

He gave her all that he was with his lips and tongue. His hand slipped beneath her kimono and up her thigh, caressing her. He brushed the edge of her soft mound, barely hidden beneath the linen she wore under her clothes. 

That was when she did pull back, her eyes wide. “Kenshin! Not in the garden. What if someone sees? Or hears us?”

Kenshin’s lips curved up in a small, certain smile. “No one will interrupt. And I do not care what they hear.” 

This seemed to satisfy Mai’s moment of worry. She wiggled in his lap until her legs draped around his hips, leaning in to kiss him again.

He took the invitation and let his hand slip higher still, fingers delving into her depths. Heat and silk met his touch as he sought the little bead of her pleasure. Her gasp told him when he’d found it. His world shrunk to the fire of her lips and the pleasure he stoked with the strumming of his fingers below. The feel of her rocking against him, the breathy moans he devoured with his kisses. 

She called his name and cried out for god, made wordless, desperate sounds as he drew her on and out. His long, slim fingers curled inside her, thrusting in, sliding slowly out as she gripped him. All the while, his thumb stroked a rhythm on that hard little pearl. 

Kenshin felt her arch and tense, then came the tremors of her pleasure. He kissed her, his tongue plunging as deep into her mouth as his fingers did below. It was as if he sank into her, drowning in her pleasure, in this one perfect blaze of heat and passion. But he wanted more. Would have more. 

The linen undergarments tore easily as he pulled them away. Mai pushed his own clothes out of her way, as eager for what came next as he. “I love you,” he said hoarsely, his voice straining with desire and a passion too big for his heart to encompass. 

“I know,” Mai breathed. And then she sank down onto him and he lost himself in her. The heat between her legs, the softness of her breasts, her mouth on his. Every stroke sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine as she rode him. Her pace was slow, as taunting as his fingers had been only moments before. 

Kenshin ached for release, but she denied him, drawing him out as he had her. But he was not so patient in seeking his own pleasure. He stood and in one step had her pressed back against the garden wall. 

Mai laughed softly and then moaned as he took advantage of the new position. Her hands gripped his shoulders, holding to him as he impaled himself with brash, eager thrusts, taking care to run the length of his cock against her bead of pleasure. It made every motion a torment of sensation. Filled with him, jolted by that hard length caressing her most sensitive spot. She trembled, her hips arching to meet him. 

He felt her rising tension, the edge of another climax, one he would meet with his own. Kenshin buried his face between her breasts, kissing and licking the inner slopes, his lips seeking the hard points of her nipples as he nudged aside the frustrating fabric of her clothes. 

Pleasure, when it came, hit him with a blinding intensity. Between one thrust and the next, his body came alive with heat. A roaring fire that burned through him into her. His body shook with it, his back arched. He muffled the breathy groan against her chest as she curled against him, shuddering in her own pleasure. 

Exhausted and soaked with sweat, Kenshin leaned against her, his hands braced on the wall. 

“We need a bath,” Mai breathed. “Gardening is dirty work.”

Kenshin laughed softly. “Well worth it.” He kissed her gently, savoring her mouth. Perhaps they could stay here for a bit longer, he thought. His legs shook a bit but there was still the bench . . .

Mai broke the kiss to give him a warning look. “Don’t even think about it. If we’re going for another round, it is going to be after I get clean.” 

“Then we should hurry to the bath.” He let her to the ground slowly, already missing the feel of her in his arms. 

[glitterberryshortcake]

🦄 ✨ Here's an introduction of my OCs and the F/O's that I ship them with!!! :D ✨ 🦄

💗🌈 🩷 Name: Rainbow Vivre Age: 22 Species: Human Vallonica "Vallea" Glyssen, also known as "Rainbow Vivre", is very sweet, outgoing, and can sometimes be a little air-headed. She has a looooot of boyfriends. I can't list every boyfriend she has because it would be a very long list, so I'll just list two of them. Mr. Paulson (Teamo Supremo), and Mr. Tinkerton (The Legend of Frosty the Snowman). 💗 🌈🩷

✨ 💜 🩵 Name: Desiree Hills Age: 25 Species: Human Desiree Hills is optimistic and sweet. It's very easy for her to sympathize/empathize with others. She's very rich and lives in a pink Barbie-style mansion. She owns a white Yorkshire Terrier named Daisy. Her boyfriend is Sarge Snorkel (Beetle Bailey). 🩵 💜 ✨

❤️ 🖤 ✨ Name: Nataly Vaclavik Age: 2160 (demon years) 36 (human years) Species: Demon Nataly Vaclavik loves to commit crimes on the regular (such as robbing banks, shoplifting, and other typical bad guy-ish stuff) She also has a fascination with weapons. She has a sweet tooth and loves red velvet cake and chocolates. Her boyfriend is Principal Pankley (The Legend of Frosty the Snowman). ✨ 🖤 ❤️

🩷 💚 🍓 Name: Ichigo Age: Ageless Physical and mental age: 24 Species: Robot Ichigo is ditzy and super kind. She’s also pretty sensitive. Also, she knows when to be serious. She can speak in both Japanese and English. Her boyfriend is Percy Polie (Rolie Polie Olie). 💚 🩷 🍓

🌸 🩷 🌼 Name: Harmony Hoffman Age: 24 Species: Human Harmony Hoffman is very shy. She's a botanist/phytologist. She loves flowers and her favorites are roses, sunflowers, tulips, marigolds, and daisies. Her boyfriend is Cap'n Turbot (Paw Patrol). 🌸 🩷 🌼

💜 🩷 🎶 Name: Setsuko Senritsu Age: 22 Species: Human Setsuko Senritsu is a character from the video game called “Happy Hyper Dance!” or “ハッピーハイパーダンス！” (Basically, it’s a fictional/nonexistent game I came up with that is similar to Dance Dance Revolution). She's super bubbly and energetic. Her boyfriend is Surge Protector (Wreck-It Ralph). 🩷 💜 🎵

💛 💜 🦋 Name: Melinda Grace Age: 21 Species: Butterfly Melinda Grace is very smart, although scatterbrained. She loves fashion, cooking, and reading. Her favorite things to cook are sweets, especially frosted cookies. Her favorite book genres are romance, comedy, and fantasy. Her boyfriend is Adam Flayman (Bee Movie). 💜 💛 🦋

🩵 🎸 🩷 Name: Abigill Eauston Age: 22 Species: Axolotl Abigill Eauston has an interest in music and has a huge collection of musical instruments. Her favorite musical instrument is the electric guitar. Her boyfriend is Mr. Baldwin (Fish Hooks). (Fun fact: Abigill's name is a pun on the name "Abigail" and the word "gill"). 🩵 🎸 🩷

❤️ 🩷 🍎 Name: Loretta Reid Age: 26 Species: Human Loretta Reid is a Kindergarten teacher and loves working with and teaching kids. Her students call her Miss Reid. She's been teaching for four years. She's very sweet, caring, sympathetic/empathetic, and fun. Her boyfriend is the Teacher/Sensei/Mr. S (Doraemon). 🩷 ❤️ 🍎

Name: Sparklemary Age: 1400 (fairy years) 24 (human years) Species: Fairy Sparklemary loves jewelry, fashion, flowers and candy. She's bubbly, sweet, elegant, and can be silly at times. She loves collecting minerals/gems/crystals and flowers to make jewelry out of! Her boyfriend is Head Pixie (The Fairly Oddparents).

[dreamypqulson]

— young and beautiful

requested by @favoriteredhead: I would love if you could write something about billie or delia? Maybe them being jealous or insecure. Just some angst/comfort with happy ending. But you don't have to write that. I would just love something fluff with delia or billie if that's possible. &lt;3

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1400

Cordelia Goode was not the type of woman that you would perceive to be jealous. She was protective, sure, perhaps even overprotective. But someone could not look at her and call her a jealous woman. Nevertheless, she proved them all wrong. Or, particularly you.

It was a night out. A date. A dinner date.

Cordelia had been locked in her office the entire week, bombarded with calls from the warlocks, applications from girls and women who believe they have special abilities. She was stressed. Is stressed.

She needed you; her stress relief.

She needed to see your smile, and the crinkle of your nose when you do so. She wanted to hear all about your day over her favorite dish and forget about the pains from her head to her legs due to slouching and stressing over her desk all week.

"I missed this Delia. I haven't seen that smile all week, my love. You need to start giving yourself a break," You said, eventually concluding the dinner but not yet the evening you would have with her.

"I know, I know. I missed you too, honey. But it's just been—"

"And here's your check," The waiter, who had been staring at you the entire dinner, interrupted Cordelia. It made you extremely furious; the way he winked at you and spoke as if your girlfriend wasn't even in front of you. But there was no need or use to go off of him.

"My phone numbers on the check. Don't be shy, baby," he said, sensually. And then he walked off. He was lucky; he would've seen your dinner come back up if he said another word.

You turned to Cordelia, expecting to laugh it off with her. It was always hilarious to the both of you. When men would flirt; because it was quite obvious that neither of you were interested. Yet they never seemed to catch on.

But Cordelia didn't laugh, didn't grin, or even smirk. She didn't look too pleased, to say the least. Wouldn't even look at you. "Delia, what's wrong?" You reached your hand across the table, but she pulled hers away before flesh could touch.

"Delia?," you asked once more, however, your voice only came out as a mere whisper.

"Just— Let's go." She placed some cash onto the table. You always argued who was paying, but this time, you were honestly too afraid to even speak.

She got up and left without even waiting for you. Eventually you caught up right as she got into the drivers seat of the car. She slammed her door to convey her anger.

You gave her time to cool off in the silence as she drove, and then you finally spoke once she parked in the driveway, "Cordelia, can you talk to me please? What's wrong?"

You held her arm from a moment, but she was so caught up with frustration that she didn't even relax under your touch. "Can we just go in? Please," she said, not conveying an ounce of her usual softness.

Cordelia didn't give you any time to catch up. By the time you got out of the car, she had already walked through the front door. Walking as fast as she always did when she was angry, with her arms crossed to her chest.

You stood there, for a moment, before you went in. Puzzled. Trying to figure out what went wrong. You weren't angry with her behavior; You were concerned that there was something going on that you were unaware about. Something that clearly flew right over your head.

You walked inside the academy. Some of the girls sat in the living room; Zoe, Madison, Queenie. Their faces told you that Cordelia might've been sharp with them as well. "What's her problem," Madison asks. She looks offended at Cordelia's existence alone.

"I don't know. Did she say something to you's?"

"No. The bitch just stormed right in without even saying hi. And then slammed her bedroom door shut."

You glared at Madison. Cordelia didn't deserve to be called a bitch, but that was just how Madison expressed herself. You headed towards the stairs, "I'll go check on her. Sorry, guys."

You could feel Madison's eyes roll but you continued up the staircase. Eventually, when you were at the bedroom door that you shared with your girlfriend, you knocked three times to get her attention. To give her some time to get herself together, opposed to just letting yourself in.

She didn't answer. Another knock too and the hallways still echoed with silence. And so, you took a deep breath and entered. There was nothing out of the ordinary besides Cordelia face down on the bed. Her back heavily risen and fell, harshly.

"Delia?" You asked, to your own dismay, it was yet again, a scream of silence. Nevertheless, her sobs filled the room, attacking your own heart with pain. You walked towards the bed, sat on the edge of it. "Honey, what's wrong?"

It wasn't the first time tonight that you've asked that, but most certainly the first that she hadn't gotten crossed with you over it.

Her sobs still echoed the obnoxiously huge bedroom. Eyes puffy red, cheeks soaked along with dents from the outlines of her pillow, she looked at you from the corner of her eye. "It's foolish," she says, "just forget it."

"It's not foolish if it's upsetting you. Clearly something is wrong, my love." You push away some blonde hair, however, her face is still buried in the pillow, hiding from whatever shame she's feeling. "Please talk to me." You speak in a mere whisper, hoping to pull on her heart strings.

It works. Her body slowly flips over so she's faced towards the ceiling. She won't look you in the eye. She's angry with you, there's no other explanation. "If it's that guy from the restaurant, I very much do not want to get with him. You know that."

"I know that! But it— It's just—" Cordelia stopped herself, scoffing. She covered her face with her hands. You removed them, gently squeezed them. She finally met your gaze. "I'm just so old. I'm holding you back."

"Cordelia," You said, stern, however, ever so gentle. You moved closer, still holding her hands in your lap. "Cordelia Goode, don't you talk like that. You are not old. You are not holding me back. I love you. I want you. Even if you were old, if you were one hundred years old, that wouldn't matter to me, Cordelia, I love you."

"I am. You should be able to go out with these young, beautiful women. I— I—" Her lower lip trembled, tears bouncing off. She tugged her hand back to her sides and turned her back to you.

"I do go out with a young, beautiful woman." You laid down behind her, resting an arm around her slim waist. "You are gorgeous, Delia. And it's so crazy that you think you're old. You're not."

You kissed right behind her ear, slow and sensual. Her cries died down as her heartbeat sped up. Her breath hitched. "I don't want anyone else. You are mine, honey. I'm yours forever."

She turned around again. Slow; to keep you waiting and aching to see her face that you desired for. She cuddled close into you, face buried on your chest. You threaded your hands into her soft blonde hair, gently messaging her scalp. "I love you," you say, lips pressed against her forehead.

"Prove it," she says, demeanor completely different from just a moment ago. Her breath was heavier. She caught you off guard, you completely ceased your actions.

She was challenging you.

"Mm I can do that," you whisper, lips so close to her ear that they brush against her. You sneak your hand under her blouse and lightly messaged the soft skin on her rib cage. She gasped at the sudden, cold contact. "Only if you say you love me, pretty girl"

"I love you so much," she said strongly through a breath. It wasn't the first time she'd said it, but each time felt as warm as a summer sun at golden hour. She lit a spark inside of you each time. You leaned back down, missed her lips but kissed her jaw instead, and it was the last time she would doubt your love for her.

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[ao3feed-sambucky]

We Got the Rest of the Summer

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ovCLBiQ by Siancore The cookout came to an end, yet Sam and Bucky stayed behind at the pier. It wasn’t unusual for them to do so seeing as they both worked there during the summers. It was where they got to know one another better. Bucky, the swaggering guy from the big city. Sam, the shy son of a preacher. They could not have been more different. But there was something in the way that Bucky’s gaze lingered on Sam a little too long, how Sam could not resist ‘accidentally’ brushing against Bucky, or how they each gravitated towards one another that spoke of a sameness within them. You see, Sam always knew he liked boys, he just didn’t know any other boys who liked boys, too. That was until Bucky Barnes and his family moved to the small community. Words: 1400, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Boys In Love, Feelings, First Kiss, Revelations, Summer Love, Young Love, Light Angst, Getting Together, First Crush, Teen Crush read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ovCLBiQ

[smoll-tangerine]

One of your stories: set in 1659

Your Y/N in said story: “i’Ll sEe yOu gUyS tOmOrRow”

Just in what universe did people from the 1600s speak like this? And you have the audacity to put a disclaimer that says “aNy siMilAriTiEs aRe cOiNcidEnCes” when you can’t even keep their manner of speaking as historically accurate as possible — and this should have been the least of your “story”’s problems.

Another thing.

smoll-tangerine in her A/N: “tHaNkS tO mY pRoOfrEaDer”

The “proofread” work not even halfway through later:

“aT tHe aGe oF mAjOrITy”

“lEft riGhT fInGEr”

Yeah, don’t ever come back and write. Y’all put to shame and great waste every resource material available for actually-decent writers.

I honestly don’t know why I’m taking the time of the day to reply to such message. But I figured, since you also took the time to read through 30k words and also took the time to write wtv issue you had with my fic, I might as well answer it lol

1) “Just in what universe did people from 1600s speak like this?”: If I were to use the English people used to speak back in the 1600s, no one would be able to understand. Technically, Early Modern English which was prominent from the 1400s to the late 1600s, is unintelligible to modern speakers (i.e., plebs like you and me) unless you’ve studied it. I would have to write like Shakespeare. You can argue that a lot of Modern English words or sayings came from Shakespearean English, and people will only understand some of it. Also, issue is, I can’t write Shakespearean English, and Shakespearean English is so complicated that I didn’t even want to attempt it because of annoying hating readers like you who nitpick at every irrelevant detail that has nothing to do with the plot.

2) The fic is also set in Versailles, France. Going by your logic, the characters should then be talking in French. Hell, I could’ve written everything in French if I wanted to because I am French. But that wouldn’t be fair to people who cannot read French. Once again, Middle French is highly complicated and no one would be able to understand unless they’re a) a native speaker, and/or b) someone who studied and understand Middle French. Honestly, in WHAT universe do FICTIONAL CHARACTERS set in FRANCE speak ENGLISH!!! Cannot fathom this logic!!!

3) “And you have the audacity to put a disclaimer that says ‘any similarities are coincidences’ when you can’t even keep their manner of speaking as historically accurate as possible.”: Bestie, go back and read what you just wrote because it makes no sense, and there’s no correlation between the two.

4) “The age of majority” is a thing. I don’t know why you’re so pressed about this. Are you illiterate.

5) “Left right finger”: Thanks for catching that typo! I still don’t understand why you’re so angry about the fact that my FANFIC had typos (but ok). But also, let’s see you try writing a fic that’s 30k words and see if you won’t make any mistakes or miss any typos. Make sure to drop the link in my inbox when it’s ready. I’ll give back the same energy you gave me. 💅🏼

Next time, don’t be shy and come off anon. :-)

[undead-potatoes]

So! Tell me about Aurora! Did they have a life before the Urge came calling? How has their journey been through the game? Are they romancing anybody or do they have any other significant bonds?

I hope you don't mind, but I decided to split this into two posts. You asked about her journey through the game, and suddenly I had written 1400 words that didn't fit with the rest. So uuh yeah, here's the first and the last question at least!

I'm still a little unsure about her life before the Urge. There's the few "canon" things we're given through bits of dialogue (like murdering their parents as a child), but I honestly don't tend to get too caught up in canon if I want to do something different.

She had a lot of nightmares as a child (thanks dad), and it made her a very skittish and nervous child. In combination with minor Urges which made her say and sometimes do off-putting shit, I imagine she wasn't exactly a social butterfly. Like once she probably bit someone when the Urge overtook her, but bc they were baby urges and she was like 6-years-old it didn't really do much but alienate her.

But I think she was otherwise a good kid, doing her best and loved by her adoptive parents, even if they probably worried about her a lot.

I kinda like the idea of her being slightly older, someone who briefly escaped her heritage due to Bhaal's death before he returned in full, and the Urge became too strong to ignore. To have the Urge hovering around in the background her entire life, but always being able to repress it, until she suddenly couldn't.

Idk there's just something to the tragedy of being so close to escaping your predestined fate, when in reality it was always going to end like that, on way or another. You never truly escaped anything, you simply just delayed the inevitable.

She could still have murdered her family, still living with her adoptive parents and possible siblings, or maybe she had her own family by then. Either way, Bhaal would have wanted them out of the way.

The Urge building and building, sending her flip-flopping between moments of bloodlust and lucidity filled with fear, until the Urge took her away completely.

(Would the Urge even work like that for any of this? Who cares, just gonna do as Larian does, my city now).

TL;DR: I don't even know, it's still stewing in there.

- - -

Though I've watched like every Durge related video on YouTube, I haven't actually played very far in Aurora's playthrough, mostly bc I'm waiting for Larian to stop breaking the game with every new patch 🙈

Meaning I haven't actually had a lot of time with her interacting with the companions and gotten a good feel for where they're at.

Wyll and Shadowheart are possible candidates for some at least surface level boding. Like Wyll's whole "self sacrifice for the good of others" thing, and with Shadowheart they both have been brainwashed and forced into cruelty in service of an evil god.

And Karlach bc I love her and I said so.

Maybe some more interesting dynamics will pop up once I really get in there with her 🤔 (Larian fix your shit already, I want to plaaay)

There's also Jay who's already wrangling every other companion and their problems, so I'm sure he'll have some fingers in her pies too eventually (it's what he does, after all).

-

The only solid relationship to have formed in my head as of yet is her romance, and bc I'm as original as a pair of earbuds from AliExpress, she eventually starts a thing with Astarion.

He initially sees her as an easy target, a shy and possibly meek person quite literally removed from the others at camp (a deliberate choice on her part), but it doesn't go quite as he had planned.

I've written a whole post about it that's hanging out in my drafts, but tl;dr: he tries to bite her, but she wakes and angrily sends him away. She later comes to him one night, panicked after the Murder At Camp™, and he (begrudgingly) agrees to help her with the body. This begins this weird partnership where they keep each other's secret, and she lets him drink from her as thanks for helping her.

Their relationship is a bit rocky at first, like they don't hate each other or anything, but there's a fair share of bickering and such. She can be a bit blunt, and is too impatient and exhausted from the urge to deal with his very obvious mind games, tiredly telling him "stop trying to seduce me, you already have what you came for".

When he offers to sleep with her at the party, she thinks "why not". They're already putting each other at risk, so might as well have some fun with it. He might have tried to bed her sooner if she hadn't been so blunt and unapproachable, but it did also give him some time to rethink his strategy. Based on finds with the freecam during his party sex scene, he has set up a lil spot on a blanket, with wine and maybe some food, in an attempt to seem more genuine, which admittedly she does find a little cute.

Ultimately it's all the bits in between, the quiet moments after feeding or sex that gives them an excuse to talk, and they realize they enjoy each other's company a lot more than they first thought. She vibes with him a lot more when he's being genuine, something she sees more of when he's fed and generally less guarded.

She've kept her distance from the others bc of the urge, in fear of either harming someone, or being discovered through the tadpoles somehow. It puts her on edge constantly, but Astarion already knows, and she knows he doesn't judge her for it, so she's more at ease too.

Aurora can become ride or die pretty fast, especially in combination with other intense personality traits (hello devotion), and I think maybe Astarion picks up on that and thinks he can use that to his advantage. At least until he too accidentally catches feelings and becomes pretty ride or die himself lmao. Great job idiot.

Which is also when her more self sacrificing nature goes from something that could be to his advantage, to something that actively upsets him. Stop it! Stop sacrificing yourself for others who probably don't even deserve it! Stop putting yourself in situations that could take you away from me for no good reason.

They're note super lovey-dovey either. Like sure there's romance and tenderness there, but there's also some clash of personalities ("stop being an asshole" "stop trying to be such a bloody hero"). Nothing too bad but there's definitively something for them to work on.

This became the Aurora and Astarion post, sorry about that (not really). I hope to have some better answers to these in the future, my brain is still cooking (unfortunately it's a slowcooker).

[morris-wayts]

Hey #readers and #readingcommunity, #FridayFlashFiction comes knocking, and I have another #free2read story for you, #scifi and just shy of 1400 words.

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#amwriting #shortfiction

[luciathcv]

er ist ein gangster - jjk

summary: gangster!jungkook x reader - in which you fall in love with a gangster (inspired by vorstadtjunge by sxtn) || warnings: suggestive content (no full on smut), they smoke weed, mentions of a gun || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 1400

when he came over to you in a party

you should've pushed him away

told him to fuck off

you knew that he was no good

your friends warned you about him

but you couldn't help it

you hung out for the remainder of the party

him and you

and then, he offered to drive you home

you weren't sure what that would lead to but one thing you knew for sure is that you weren't about to let him fuck you after only a few hours of knowing him

he arrived in front of your house, the only reason he could do that was because your mom was out with her friends, not there to witness her daughter getting dropped off by jungkook

jungkook kind of had a reputation

a bad one at that

before you got out of the car, jungkook kissed you

you kissed him back, okay with just this but then you felt his hand going under your shirt

you pushed his hand away, telling him you weren't ready for all of that

he brought his hands away, holding them up, "my bad, i should've asked." he says

you can't help but giggle a little

you exchanged numbers while at the party so you guys both started texting ever since that night

he was working towards getting his license to become a tattoo artist

you had noticed his many tattoos on his arm and on his hand

you found it kind of hot

you were only still a senior in high school which was okay since he was only a year-ish older than you

one day, after school, you were starting your walk home when you saw a familiar matte black car pull up beside you

the tinted windows were rolled down and you looked inside and saw jungkook in the drivers seat, motioning for you to get in

so you did

he drove around with you for a while, talking, all that

he said he wanted to take you out that night

you were still in your uniform and just gross from being at school all day so you told him that you needed to back home but were fine with it

he gave you a small smirk before driving you back home

he kissed you once more before you left his car and went inside to get ready

later that night, around midnight, you got a text from jungkook saying that he was here, parked around the corner

you snuck out through the back door, something you'd never done before him, and headed to his car

he drove you to a place by a cliff that overlooked the city

he made sure that he backed into the parking spot so that he could open the trunk and sit with you back there while still being able to admire the view

you both sat in the trunk and he pulled out a little canister

in the canister was blunts, pre-rolled up and ready to be smoked

he took one out and pulled out his lighter that he always kept handy in his pocket

he lit the blunt that he held in his mouth with his teeth and took a puff

he then offered you the blunt but you declined (at first)

he just shrugged and didn't pester you anymore but after a few minutes, you were shyly asking him if you could try it

he handed it to you and you put in your mouth

you took a hit and couldn't help but cough a little as you handed him back the blunt

he laughed a bit

"first time?" he asked

"yeah.." you shyly admitted

"don't be shy. i can be your first time for a lot of things." jungkook responded

you shyly slapped his chest in embarrassment, making him laugh again

the next weekend, he invited you to come to his place

he picked you up, and drove you their

not wanting you walking around their alone

he didn't live in the best area

he knew that

but he knew he'd protect you as long as he was there with you

you walked inside his small house

you were shocked that he could even afford this place at such a young age

even if it wasn't much, it cost a lot to have a house

you were so innocent in that way

you and him drank, smoked, and just chilled and well, one thing led to another and you lost your v-card to him

that next morning, you'd woken up before him

you weren't sure what to do

do you do the walk of shame out of here?

leave while he's still sleeping without a word

or what?

when you went to get out of bed, he groaned and stopped you, asking where you were going

you stuttered as you tried to find the words

he just pulled you closer to him, hovering over you and kissing you, "you were really just going to leave?" he asked with a small smirk

"well, i thought that was what you wanted a hookup-"

you knew his reputation

he was a textbook fuck boy

but for him, this was different

he wouldn't have even bothered texting you after the first night if you were like the other girls

let alone, hang out with you all these times

"do you want this to just be a hookup?" jungkook asked, still hovering over you

"no.." you admitted nervously

"then i don't either." he says

weeks went by and you were still going steady

thing was, you still weren't exactly aware of his... affiliations, i guess you could call it

you never really took the time to connect the dots

that was until one night

you were chilling on the couch with him

watching a movie

when there was several aggressive knocks in his front door

you flinched and he sighed, patting your head before getting up and walking over to the door

you watched as he opened the door slightly and started talking to someone

he looked back over to you and when he saw you looking, he pushed the guy back a little and stepped out of the place, shutting the door

after a few minutes, jungkook came back inside

you look over at him and he walks over to me, sitting down next to you and putting his arm around your shoulder like nothing even happened

"who was that?" you ask

"a friend." jungkook responds

"a friend?" you repeat

"yeah." he says

"what happened?"

"what do you mean?" jungkook asks

"he was banging on the door.."

"it's nothing, baby. don't worry about it." jungkook tells you

you pout a little as you scoot away from him a little, not liking that he obviously wasn't telling the truth

jungkook let out a huff, "what's wrong?"

"why are you lying?" you ask

jungkook doesn't say anything for a few moments

"baby, i'm just looking out for you." he tells me

"how?" you ask confused, but with a bit of attitude

"babe, drop it." jungkook responds, passively

you do drop it, but that doesn't mean you act like nothing happened

you push his arm off of me and move to the other side of the couch

jungkook huffs, truth be told, he had a bit of a temper

"come here." he tells you

"no." you say

"y/n." he sternly said

you gave in, moving closer to him

"baby, i... i'm involved with some bad people. you understand?" jungkook asks

you don't say anything as i connect all of the dots in my head

the fact he has a whole house so young, the way he constantly had drugs on him, the gun that i'd found in his glove box, the way he'd always tell me he was busy but never tell me why, his tinted windows, the way he always seems to have money to spend

"oh," you say, understanding what he was getting at

"i'm sorry, baby. i should've told you from the start. i knew you wouldn't want to be with me if i did, though. i'm so selfish. i shouldn't have even gotten you involved in all of this." he tells you

you just pull him into a hug and he hugs me back

"i love you." you say, saying those three words for the first time in our relationship

jungkook stiffens a little before relaxing, "i love you too." he says back

er ist ein gangster

doch ich werde ihn für immer lieben

he is a gangster

but i will love him forever

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The moment of panic when your science teacher emails you about not submitting your essay, which you finished on time and turned in on google classroom, on turnitin, like sir u told us about your crazy antics from your youth (we would like photo evidence of your haircuts and beards) and how you like redheads with green eyes, pls go easy on me Mr.Trekkie :///