#it must be the blonde talking truthfully

[kavehater]

I think it’s illegal to have reached peak kaveh insanity the past couple of days (months) and not have had a dream about him in so long NAURRRRRR 😢

[yuan4i]

05. salty lips

"lynetteee! scara and i brought some microwave popcorn for the movie!" you said, handing her the box of orville redenbacher microwave popcorn. thanks; my brother’s currently out with his friends, so there won’t be any disturbances." she said, taking the box and gesturing for you and scaramouche to sit on the couch. "what movie should we start with?" "spirited away!! it’s scara’s favorite!" you beamed. "we watched it several times still; we always end up crying haha-" before you could finish, your boyfriend interrupted you by shoving popcorn in your mouth. "just… shut up and watch the movie, he said, looking away, flustered. 

[11:30 "it’s almost night. leave before it gets dark."] "ngh, haku’s so hot." "yn, i’m literally right here."

[49:24 "but it’s strange. i remembered yours… go ahead, eat, you must be hungry."] "THE WAY THAT HAKU SPOKE TO CHIRIO AAAH!! i want a man like that, you gushed. "i talk to you that way…" your boyfriend pouted. every time you two watch this movie, you always fan about haku. "not gonna lie, scara, you kind of do sound like haku." lynette said. "omg yeah!! he totally does!" 

[1:22:04 haku! stop, go away! scrat scrat! haku! it’s you, right?"]  "uwahhh chihiro’s so cute... her running to haku makes my heart melt." you sighed. "yeah, HAKU and CHIHIRO are basically canon. they like EACH OTHER." scaramouche reminded you. "sheesh, you didn’t need to break my heart like that…" "wait, i thought haku and chihiro were siblings…" "WAIT THEY ARE?? LYNETTE EXPLAIN?" 

[1:58:38 "can we meet again?" "i’m sure." "promise?" "promise."]  "this part always gets me…" you started tearing up. "haku promised her…" your boyfriend started to get emotional too. "i’ll get the tissues…" 

after you and scaramouche finished crying, you three made a new batch of popcorn. "howl’s moving castel next? i think you two will feel better by the end of it…" lynette suggested picking up the remote. truthfully, neither you nor scaramouche have watched howl’s moving castle yet. you two were planning on watching it last week, but you two got busy, and then when you both were free, an argument between you two struck. "yeah, let’s watch it." your boyfriend agreed. 

[7:02 "that’s my girl."] "he’s like... really hot… but yn, don’t even. i know what you’re going to say." the indigo-haired male said before you could say anything. how could you not though? this hot, flirty blonde appeared on the screen, and he even had a soothing voice! "he’s everything, scara, you don’t under-" "lynette! i’m home! and why does it smell like popcorn?" the front door opened, revealing lynette’s brother, lyney. 

"oh! i didn’t expect there to be guests over at our dorm.” lyney introduced himself to you and scaramouche. "welcome home, lyney... how come you’re home so early? i thought you had plans with your friends…?" lynette asked, pausing the movie. "aether had to go early because he was getting tutored or something, so we all decided to go home... anyways, what are you guys watching?" 

now, you four were sitting on the couch. four of you squished together with you, and lynette jammed in the middle. scara beside you, and lyney on the other side of the couch, beside lynette. "howl’s so charming, you said. "haha, yn, you must really like him?" lyney asked you. "yeah! he’s so kind. not to mention, he looks great with both blonde and black hair." lyney smiled at your response; he loved seeing you happy and hearing you talk. in fact, the sound of your voice soothed him. scaramouche eyed you and lyney’s interactions, then suddenly clung onto you. "ynnnn, i’m getting sleepy... wake me up when the movie’s done, okay?" he asked, yawning, then placed a gentle kiss on your lips. his lips were soft but salty from the popcorn, and you couldn’t remember the last time you two kissed. "yeah! sure, night night, scara, see you soon." you cooed as he leaned onto you.

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lyney x reader SYNOPSIS you’re at a bar, drinking your heart out after another having a feud with your boyfriend of 2 years. you later stop at your friend’s house to stay the night but… the one who opens the door isn’t her but instead, her brother…?

notes : not sure if you guys remember, but in the last chapter for notes i mentioned that i met a cute guy!! well now i got his number and i've been talking to him daily 💕💕 the only problem is... i'm scared his best friend likes him and i don't wanna interfere LOL anyways, sorry for updating soso late! i've been busy with school </3

[delicateflowerss]

Nightcall

People invite monsters into their houses more often than you think.

Warnings: 18+, NON-CON, DUB-CON, dark!tyler, aged up character(s), blood, mentions of murder/violence, manipulation, jealousy, choking, dacryphilia

Word Count: 3.7k

His fingers fumble with his phone in the dark. Blood smearing on the screen when trying to find your name to click on. Unshed tears glisten in his eyes and shaky breaths leave his lips as he listens to the ringing tone.

You look out your bedroom window one more time, watching the rain fall from the sky before closing the curtains for the night. You head towards the bathroom, walking past your phone that sits on the dresser.

You don’t hear your phone buzz in the other room, the screen lighting up with Tyler’s name. You step into the hot shower, oblivious to the boy trying to get ahold of you.

He curses out loud when he hears the beginning of your voicemail. Hanging up, he immediately clicks on your name again.

When he gets the same result, he throws his phone down on the passenger seat.

Tyler doesn’t know why it feels like it’s life or death whether he talks to you right now. But he can’t shake the feeling that you’re with him again.

Maybe it’s stupid. Maybe it’s that obsessive, little corner of his mind plaguing him with the idea that someone is right where he should be.

He can’t get it out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. That day on perpetual repeat as he drives down the dark road.

“This would be less painful if you talk, Tyler,” she reminded him for the second time that session.

She kept a pearly white grin on her face, voice still cheery. But he noticed the annoyance that she fought so hard against, starting to seep through.

He couldn’t keep his eyes on the blonde sitting in front of him, instead they roam around her neatly decorated apartment. He’d never paid attention to how many candles she keeps lit. That must be a fire hazard, he thought. This whole place could go up in flames with a slight push to one of them.

“In our last session, you told me about a friend you reconnected with recently. Y/N, was it?” Dr. Kinbott inquired, watching Tyler for a reaction.

He shifted a little in his seat at the mention of your name. But he tried his hardest to keep a straight face, not even a twitch of a muscle. He didn’t need Dr. Kinbott to know what makes him squirm.

“How did you two meet again?”

He let out a sigh before being forced to recount his early memories. He supposed he didn’t mind since it had to do with you.

“We met in kindergarten. She just, came up to me and asked if I wanted to play house.” He kept his voice as steady as possible. “I know I would’ve rather played with the toy cars. But for some reason, I said yes. I don’t really remember why.”

He stopped paying attention to how Dr. Kinbott tilted her head like what he was saying was the most interesting thing she’s ever heard. Instead, a smile traced his lips as he felt himself be transported back into the memory.

“We played together every day after that. Going to each other’s birthday parties and kid stuff like that.”

He still remembered how you wanted him to sit next to you when you blew out your candles on your birthday cake, or how you always gave him your last Animal Cracker at snack time, just because he was still hungry.

“Then what happened?”

Her question made him falter, lips parting in confusion.

“What happened for you two to reconnect now? Reconnecting usually means you drifted apart in the first place.”

He slightly nodded, eyes moving to the floor. He thought for a moment before he continued.

“Puberty, I guess. We turned 12 and things just changed. It wasn’t cool to be friends with a girl.”

Dr. Kinbott continued to nod, humming in understanding.

“So, why now?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. She came into the Weathervane one day… and she was surprised to see me working there. Then we got to talking and… now we see each other all the time.”

He stopped himself from saying anything more about you.

Truthfully, he could’ve gone on for hours about you. How every time you looked at him, it felt like you were staring right into his soul, and all you did was smile, not turning away in fear or disgust.

He could’ve talked about how he longs to see that smile all the time, that simple expression on you making a bad day turn better.

He knew your drink order like the back of his hand. He thought it was funny how you only ever want a latte made by him now. Your excuse was no one else makes the foam like he does.

His favorite time of the day was when the sun went down. The Weathervane was finally empty of customers, and the two of you could just sit in your own little corner of the world, talking for hours. Everything else was a distant thought during those times. All he could do was focus on the warmth of your voice, telling him all of your greatest dreams and desires.

You told him you want to leave Jericho one day, hoping there’s something better out there for you, and all he could think was how much he wants to go with you.

“That’s great, Tyler. Having a friend, you can talk to is a really special thing.” Dr. Kinbott’s voice snatched him from his thoughts. She glanced at the clock.

“Looks like we’re out of time.”

Tyler kept his eyes on the ground, head swirling with memories of you that were unearthed in his session with Dr. Kinbott. He only looked up when he crossed the street, giving a polite smile to the car that stopped for him.

He was on his way to work, not much of a break between therapy and having to serve coffee to a wide array of customers.

But before he could get to the door of the Weathervane, he spotted you through the window. It was a nice surprise before he realized you were sitting across from someone, laughing at what they were saying.

His jaw tensed, brows pulled together as he watched you talk to a guy that you and Tyler went to school with.

He always thought Ben was an asshole, thinking he was so much better than everyone else. So much better than Tyler at least.

He was stumped at why you would want to be talking to Ben in the same booth that was supposed to be yours and Tyler’s.

His first instinct was to pretend that it was nothing when Ben brushed his hand against yours, and you let him, smiling.

But he felt something sink in his chest, a familiar feeling. A type of feeling he’s gotten when he watches the world around him, realizing he has no place in it. This time, it’s a little different, the feeling has evolved.

Now he has no choice, it’s screaming, telling him to do something before he goes insane.

You still haven’t checked your phone when you’re dressed in your pajamas, skin still dewy from your shower.

The doorbell ringing throughout the house startles you. You think for a second of who it could be, somewhat hoping the person gets impatient and leaves.

When it rings again, you peek through your bedroom curtains. When you see who it is, you practically run downstairs, opening the front door as fast as you can.

“Tyler, what are you doing?”

He stands on your doorstep in the pouring rain, arms hugging his sides, looking like a stray puppy needing shelter.

You grab his arm, dragging him into your house and out of the harsh weather. His clothes are soaking wet, his hair sticking to his forehead.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, still trying to figure out why he came to your house in the first place.

He looks around, almost like he’s in a daze.

“Are your parents home?”

You stare at him with your brow furrowed until you slightly shake your head, realizing he asked you a question.

“No, they’re out of town for the weekend. I thought I told you that.”

He hears the worry in your voice, not trying hard to disguise it. He likes it, the fact you care enough about him to be concerned.

“So, you’re home by yourself?” There’s an edge to his voice, something that makes a chill go down your spine.

You nod slowly, your eyebrows slightly raised.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

He just keeps his eyes on the floor.

You sigh, “You probably shouldn’t go back out there, at least until it stops raining.” His eyes finally meet yours. “I can try to find some other clothes for you while I put those in the dryer.”

His mouth opens, surprised at your offer.

“But leave your shoes by the door. My parents would kill me if you got mud everywhere.”

He looks down at his dirty shoes, bending down and frantically untying them.

You start to go up the stairs, and Tyler hesitates for a second before quickly following you.

“I’ll also get you a towel to dry your hair,” you say with an amused smile on your lips, looking back to take in his wet curls.

He follows you into your room, and he can’t help but take in every detail of you that is carved into it. All he can think is how it’s so you, from the few pictures hanging on the walls to the color you chose for the duvet on your bed.

“You can undress in here, and hopefully something of my dad’s will fit you.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

You give him one last reassuring smile before closing the door.

It’s not lost on him how odd it is to be taking his clothes off in your bedroom. Maybe in a different situation, he would enjoy it more.

Soon enough, those agonizing thoughts come back, making him wonder how many other guys have been in this situation. Except you’d be there, also taking your clothes off.

He wonders if Ben has been in that situation, with that stupid, arrogant smirk on his face.

A knock on the door interrupts his thoughts.

“Come in,” he calls out.

You open the door, finding Tyler standing in the middle of your room, only in his boxers.

A sight you thought you’d never see.

It’s hard for him to look you in the eyes, his hands trying to find something to do. But what makes him feel worse is your lack of embarrassment at seeing him like this.

You step closer to him, but before you can explain what you found, you drop what you’re holding on to the bed.

“Oh my God, Tyler.” That concern is back in your voice.

He follows your gaze, looking down, realizing that he’s bleeding. He usually gets wounded in some way when he transforms. He’s not entirely sure how it happens, probably while he’s on the hunt. He’s just glad that the rain washed away the blood that wasn’t his.

You rush to him, inspecting the scratches on his ribcage, right near his stomach.

“Does it hurt?”

The scratches don’t look too deep, but they’re still bright red.

“It’s not too bad.”

You look at him with disbelief. But you decide not to press on the matter anymore.

“Okay. Well, I’ll get the first aid kit and you just sit down.” You motion to the foot of your bed. “Oh and,” you say, almost forgetting. “Here’s a towel for your hair. I could only find you a shirt, but you probably shouldn’t put it on until I get you cleaned up.”

You pick up Tyler’s wet clothes off the floor before leaving.

He grabs the towel, ruffling his hair with it, trying to dry it. He enjoys how you take care of him, treating him like he’s a little boy that needs to be nursed back to health. How he’s the only person you seem to care about at all, putting all your attention on him.

You come back, sitting right next to him, sorting through the bandages in the little plastic box.

“How did this even happen? It looks like you were attacked by a wild animal.”

You begin to bandage him up the best you can, waiting for an answer.

“I was playing with Elvis, and he got a little too rough I guess.”

It’s not his best lie, but it will have to do for now.

You don’t say anything, and Tyler isn’t sure if your silence is to do with your disproval or if you’re too focused on his wound.

A few minutes pass, and you’re still working on covering the scratches up. It doesn’t go past you how intimate this is, the only sounds are yours and Tyler’s breathing and the soft tapping of the rain against the window. You drag your eyes up a little, taking in how toned he is, something he keeps well-hidden.

You’re so close to him that he can smell the soap on your skin, vanilla filling his nose. The feeling of your fingertips on his body makes him feel like he’s on fire. If all he had to do was hurt himself and show up on your doorstep in the pouring rain to get you to pay this kind of attention to him, he would’ve done it a long time ago.

“That should be good.” You lean back, admiring your handiwork.

His green gaze finds his now bandaged up wound, a smile lighting up his features.

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I don’t know either.”

Your smile matches his as you bring a hand to his hair, letting your fingers run through his soft curls. His eyes fall shut with the comforting, almost loving movement.

He opens them to see you staring at him, like you’re admiring him. Content is written on your face.

He can only guess his face looks more or less the same, probably more like a lovesick idiot.

He doesn’t really think about it as he leans in closer to you, his eyes glued to your lips. He doesn’t notice how your expression morphs into something of confusion and panic.

A small gasp leaves your lips as his own crash into your cheek instead. You feel him freeze, realization hitting him coldly.

He finally moves away from you, keeping his head down. But even as he wishes to disappear from your sight, he can’t stop you from seeing the blood rushing into his cheeks.

You instantly feel bad when you see the embarrassment that clouds him. The last thing you would want is to upset Tyler. But him almost kissing you was a shock. You never thought for a second Tyler had a crush on you.

You sigh, closing your eyes for a second, trying to figure out the words to make all of this better.

“Tyler, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. It’s just…” You trail off, not wanting to add salt to his wounds. You shift a little. “It’s just, I don’t see you like that.”

You try to judge his reaction, and by the way his jaw ticks, it’s not good.

“I’ve been really happy since we became friends again, and… I don’t want to lose that,” you soothe.

“Do you like him?” There’s a darkness to his voice, a bitterness you’ve never heard from him before.

You stare at him, not understanding.

“I saw you with him. At the Weathervane.” He finally turns to face you. “Are you fucking him or something?”

His face is practically in a snarl, and you’re ready to defend yourself against his unfair accusations.

But then you see the hurt in his eyes, the slightest glimmer of an unshed tear. You decide to take a deep breath, stopping yourself from saying something you’ll regret.

“I think you just need to calm down, Tyler.”

Unfortunately, your words have the opposite effect. Your lack of an answer makes his jaw tighten. His eyes seem to have this far away look in them.

He had hoped every thought that invaded his mind was wrong. But he realizes that the voice in the back of his head telling him he’s not good enough for you has only been right.

His gaze finally settles over you, an intensity taking over that wasn’t there before.

“Do you think he’s better than me?”

Your brow furrows. “What? No-.”

“Then why him?” He pauses before going into his next question. “What’s so bad about me that you won’t at least give me a chance?”

You look down at your hands in your lap, immediately feeling a pang of guilt. You don’t know why you can’t see Tyler in a romantic way. You’ve known him since you were kids. He always looks at you with those soft, kind eyes, and he listens to what you have to say. He’s also good looking… but for some reason, you just can’t picture yourself dating him, or fucking him.

But you could try.

He’s always had it tough, growing up without a mom. You could always sense a loneliness to him, something that made him… different from everyone else. All you know is you hate making him feel this way. You don’t want to be the reason for his next broken heart.

“Tyler-.”

He shuts you up with a kiss on your open mouth. Before you could explain how you two should go to a movie or something, his soft lips are pressed to yours, slowly licking into your mouth.

You bring a firm hand to his chest. Your fingers are cold compared to the warmth of his bare skin. You try to push him away, but he doesn’t budge.

His kisses feel feverish, like he can’t get enough of you, wanting to devour you whole. He pushes his body weight onto you, making you fall back on the bed.

The kisses don’t stop as he moves between your open legs. You’re finally able to move your mouth away from him.

“Wait, Tyler. I don’t know about this.” Your voice is full of cracks as he takes in the apprehension overcoming your face.

He had hoped you would pity him, making it easier for him to do what he wants with you. You’re his and he is yours. Ben doesn’t compare to him. You just don’t know it yet.

He tries to make the expression on his face gentler, softer, not wanting to scare you.

“I would never do anything to you that you wouldn’t want.” His thumb caresses circles on to your cheek. “You don’t have to worry or think too much. Just relax.” His deep voice sounds almost entrancing. “Don’t you trust me?”

You gaze up at him, considering his words. He takes your lack of response as one, his lips finding yours again.

You let his hands roam over your body, fingers digging into your skin. He finds one of your breasts through your thin pajama shirt, squeezing it and massaging your nipple. His other hand snakes down to your core, rubbing you through your underwear.

Even if he wanted to stop, he can’t. The thing inside him that craves to be satiated is screaming in hunger, and you’re absolutely delicious.

He replaces his hand with his mouth, sucking on your nipple through the fabric, wetting it with his tongue. He can feel your chest start to heave.

A whimper escapes your throat as he slips his fingers under the white cotton, brushing over your swollen bud. You feel his perfect teeth move to your neck, alternating between biting and licking, leaving kisses in his trail as an apology for hurting you.

Your hips buck involuntarily before he takes his hand away from you, wet with your arousal. You practically whine in protest before he reaches up to take your shirt off, your shorts and underwear being pushed down next.

The realization of where this is going hits you, along with the cold air. Watching him pull his boxers down, you could stop him now.

But do you really have a choice?

You feel his leaking tip brush against you, lining himself up before pushing himself inside you.

Ragged breaths leave you as you try to adjust to his size, the fullness being too much for you at first. Pain beginning to meld with the inklings of pleasure.

His pink lips part as he feels you wrapped around him, walls clenching around his throbbing cock. He starts to thrust into you, your hand grasping his bicep as he sinks in deeper.

You get used to his pace, moans falling from you as pleasure clouds your mind. His head falls to the crook of your neck, the caress of his breaths tickling your neck. The monotonous squeak of your mattress plays in the background. An odd sense of comfort envelops you as his bare chest grazes your own.

Then he lifts his head up, a hand grabbing your thigh, pushing your knee to your chest. He ignores your protests, rutting into you mercilessly. The sounds leaving him can only be described as carnal, hot breath fanning over you.

The new angle allows him to pound into you harder and faster, and all you can do is take it. Your whines get louder as he hits your sweet spot. Your eyelids flutter while your only focus is your impending orgasm.

You feel his large hand wrap around your neck, squeezing hard enough to scare you, but not to cut off your air supply.

He likes how your neck is so delicate, your rapid heartbeat right under his fingertips.

“Tyler,” you struggle out.

He’s relentless with how he thrusts into you. A sick part of him is satisfied when he sees a tear finally fall down your cheek, dropping onto the hand that’s still around your throat.

You hate to think of what exactly pushes you over the edge. All you see are stars as pleasure washes over you. You can feel Tyler’s lips brushing against your cheek, licking away your tears.

His pace has gotten careless and it’s not long before a warmth floods you, harsh breaths wracking him.

Tears still blurry your vision as he lies beside you. You can’t help but lean in closer to him, letting him kiss the top of your head, crying into his chest.

[seethesin]

peace and quiet

pairing: Villanelle x Assassin!F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, edging (18+, mdni)

a/n: bet ya didn't see this coming 😏 truthfully, i've had this scenario on my mind for about a month now. i had to write this before i got through the rest of my drafts. im also a bottom!villanelle fan oops enjoy! gif credit.

The last way you wanted to spend your Friday evening was stuck in a Ford Fiesta with the world's most infuriating assassin, Villanelle. But here you both were, cramped and cranky as you wasted hours watching a man go through his nightly routine. Truthfully, you didn't know much about your target except his name, James Fitzgerald. His dossier was light and you suspected that further information wasn't yours to know.

As your handler would say: the less you knew, the better.

Silently, you watched as James moved from room to room in his home; starting in his bedroom, wandering into the kitchen, and finally, settling into the living room. Couldn't the Twelve have a vendetta against someone more interesting?

The blonde next to you must have thought the same thing. Immediately, she turned the radio on, flicking through the stations until she hummed in approval.

"Oh, I love Britney," she muses, beginning to sing along to the chorus of Womanizer as it pumps through the car's surround sound system.

You refrain from groaning.

"Villanelle, I need you to stop." Your voice is strained as your eyes are trained in front of you.

She's completely off-key but sings without a care in the world. Obviously, she's ignoring you and you exhale slowly, squeezing your eyes shut. Villanelle was good at what she did. Great even. But her hyperactive nature and flair for dramatics made you dread any time the two of you had to work together.

It wasn't just her obnoxious nature that made it so difficult for you to work with her. From the outlandish yet stylish outfits she donned to the way she held herself on and off the job, you thought she was stunning. But now, being in such close quarters only seemed to intensify those feelings. Your stomach did somersaults at each pesky thought, unable to get them out of your head quick enough. Entertaining those ideas was a distraction you couldn't afford.

Not in this line of work.

It's just one mission, you find yourself thinking, blinking your eyes open. I just need to get through one mission with her and then—

And then you will work with her again when the Twelve will it. You will still have these terribly ridiculous feelings that you will, once again, have to dissect like you are now. You grit your teeth and instead focus your boring gaze on James Fitzgerald's wrinkled forehead.

Wordlessly, you turn the radio knob towards you, muting the music so you can focus. Villanelle's contralto voice cuts through the silence like a blade and it takes her a few moments to realize what you've done.

"Hey! I was having fun!"

You roll your eyes, tapping your fingertips against the steering wheel.

"I wasn't."

Villanelle scoffs, feigning offense before leaning back. Aggressively, she adjusts her seat, allowing it to fully recline. She lays down, eyes glued to the car ceiling before crossing her arms over her chest petulantly.

You were ready to further accentuate her childishness as she muttered about how you were a 'party pooper,' but paused. James was getting up and walking towards his front door. He was letting someone inside, holy shit! This needed to be documented.

In the dark, you felt for your phone that was supposed to be on the console. Miscalculating, you reached over farther than necessary and instead grabbed—

Villanelle gasped, body arching forward.

Oh.

Your fingers gripped the flesh of her inner thigh, dangerously close to the hem of her shift dress. Blush immediately crawls over your cheeks and you become a stammering mess.

"Oh my god," you ramble, going to remove your hand. "I'm so sorry, Villanelle. I thought that—"

You don't get to finish your sentence. Her hand is over yours and she shoves your palm in between her legs. The wet cotton of her underwear greets your fingers and the heat it emits makes you flatline.

This wasn't real. None of this could be real.

"I know how you look at me."

The statement throws you off kilter and you gape like a fish. Were you that obvious? The idea makes you nauseous; how the hell did Villanelle know your feelings better than you could even comprehend them?

"Stop thinking," she husks and her confidence seems to spread to you like wildfire.

James Fitzgerald and his unannounced guest are long forgotten as you shift in your seat, turning to face Villanelle. Your finger pads inquisitively drag up the length of her clothed slit. Her breathing grows heavier the closer you stroke towards her clit. You can make out her teeth digging into her lower lip and the mischievous glint in her eyes as she stares back at you.

She’s begging you to keep her entertained.

Cautiously, you pull your hand away. The loss of contact squeezes a whimper from her throat, but it dies as she watches you slip two fingers between your lips. You suck slowly, refusing to break eye contact with her before releasing them with a soft pop. You don’t miss the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Are you going to behave?” Villanelle nods like a bobblehead, practically rutting her body closer to where your hand used to be.

You chuckle. “Good girl.”

Wet fingers glide up her bare leg, meeting at the junction just below her thigh and cunt. Gently, your fingers worm underneath the waistband of her underwear. Painfully slow, you tug them down so that they pool at her knees. They are soaked and the sound of the blonde’s panting is amplified in the enclosed quiet of the car.

"Oh baby," you taunt, watching as she presses her thighs together. You want to swallow her whole.

"Is this all for me?"

"Yes," she sighs out instantaneously, parting her legs as your hand connects back to her cunt.

Your middle finger delicately slides through Villanelle's folds, exploring her velvety flesh. Tracing circles around her labia, you finally brush just underneath her clit. She jerks forward, desperately chasing your touch.

"Villanelle." Her name is a warning on your tongue, tutting gently as you watch her squirm. Your middle finger is fixed in the same position and her fingers curl around your wrist.

"Be nice," she pleads and no matter what your plan was initially, you couldn't deny her further. You nod and gently, your middle finger sinks inside her.

Villanelle tenses momentarily, adjusting to the intrusion before relaxing. She squeezes your wrist, silently goading you to move. You comply, thrusting deeper inside of her.

Your finger moves leisurely at first, more so to savor the first-time feeling of her silky flesh enveloping you. Gradually, you pick up the pace. Her slick drools down the length of your finger and the obscene squelching makes you blush.

Thank god for the dark.

A stream of moans bubbles from Villanelle's throat as her fingernails dig into your wrist. Her other hand moves to her lips, her teeth sinking into the knuckle of her index finger to muffle herself. In response, your finger curls inside of her. She keens, her eyes rolling back as she shoves her hips forward.

"Don't do that," you chide, pumping against the spongy walls of her cunt. "I want everyone to hear how good I'm gonna fuck you."

Her gaze peeks through her lashes, blinking in surprise at the vulgarity of your statement. She's beautifully flushed and the image is seared into your mind. Your ring finger presses inside of her and she gasps, finally removing her hand from her mouth.

"Don't be mean," Villanelle mewls and you can't stop the smile tugging at your lips.

By now, the windows have fogged over in the car. The air between you has risen at least ten degrees higher and you match Villanelle's ragged panting, hyperfocused on every expression she makes. Her hair fans out like a golden halo, illuminating her furrowed brows and parted lips. You want to kiss her, but you instead settle for swiping your thumb across her clit.

Villanelle's chest heaves when you suddenly piston your fingers inside her. She sloppily pushes down to meet your thrusts while her head lolls back against the car seat. By the way her walls fluttered against your sheathed digits, you knew her orgasm was imminent.

James Fitzgerald's departure was also imminent.

Suddenly, the flash of headlights appears in your peripheral vision. A midsized sedan rushes past the front of your rental car. James is driving while his guest in question is in the passenger seat. Your eyes go wide; the memory of exactly why you and Villanelle were here to begin with hits you like a truck.

You withdraw your fingers from Villanelle's pussy and she cries out in both confusion and frustration. Scrambling, she pulls the seat back up so she can properly glower at you.

"What the fuck?" She yells, softening only slightly as she watches you suck your fingers clean before putting the car in drive.

"It's James," you start, pressing the defogger button near the bottom of the dashboard. "I'm gonna tail him."

"I was about to cum!"

You glance at Villanelle quickly as she complains, tossing a cocky smirk in her direction.

"I guess you'll just have to wait then."

[sailing-ever-west]

"Safe"

A fic snippet for an AU in which the Vinsmokes find out kid Sanji is working at a restaurant and re-kidnap him so he's no longer "staining their name," and Zeff has a conniption and sails all the way to the North Blue to rescue him. Scene is when Zeff gets there and sneaks in.

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The deeper Zeff goes into the dungeon, the hotter his blood boils at even the thought of the little eggplant being kept down here. It's cold enough to make a grown man shiver, let alone a scrawny little kid, and most of all it's dark, so dark.

Sanji hates the dark like it hurt him personally. If this place is any indication, Zeff supposes it has.

There are guards chattering to themselves around the next corner. Zeff could sneak around or wait for them to leave, but he doesn't want to. Truthfully he's itching to kick someone's face in, and anyone even slightly responsible for locking his kid in a dungeon will do just fine.

His kid.

The thought comes a little too naturally. Or maybe just as naturally as it should.

Doesn't matter.

He stomps around the corner to face the guards, who look up from their conversation and immediately draw their weapons.

“Hey, who are you, old man?” the taller one demands, pointing his spear at him. “You're not supposed to be down here.”

Just spears? Tch, easy. 

He knocks the weapons clean out of their hands with one swipe of his wooden leg, then whacks them in the head with the other one. They fall to the floor with bloody noses and quickly lose consciousness.

Hmph. Not very satisfying.

He checks their belts, and sure enough, one has a ring of keys. He snatches it up, then steps over their bodies and into the corridor they guarded. Sanji must be here somewhere, but it's so quiet. He hates it when the kid is quiet.

“Eggplant?” he calls out as he makes his way toward the back. “Are you in here, kid? Talk to me.”

Silence, and then a sound of shuffling and chains rattling.

“Zeff?” the voice calls weakly, and the sound alone nearly breaks his heart without warning.

“Yeah, kid, I'm here.” 

Zeff rushes over to where it came from, wooden leg thumping loudly against the stone floor. He doesn't stop until he's near the end of the hall and finally catches sight of a pale little body behind thick iron bars, still in his chef's uniform, though it's tattered and stained.

The kid is shackled around his wrists and ankles, and so thin Zeff is surprised they even stay on. But the part he really didn't expect, that makes a pit open in his stomach, is the helmet. It covers Sanji's whole face except his eyes, one of which is black and swollen, and the other wide and afraid behind a curtain of blood-streaked blond hair. He can tell by the way his shoulders slump that the object is too heavy for his head. What could even be the point of that thing besides tormenting him? Zeff feels sick.

“I'm gonna get you outta there, little Eggplant, just hang on,” he says, and starts trying keys until one fits in the lock on the cell door. He twists it forcefully and pries the bars open, then takes it out and hopes the other keys are for the shackles.

Sanji is visibly shaking, staring at him in shock, and he can see tears forming in his eyes. It makes Zeff's start to water, too, but he doesn't dare acknowledge it.

He puts a hand on Sanji's bony shoulder and rubs it firmly to ground him.

The kid leans into it and then starts sobbing.

“Hey, hey, it's alright,” Zeff tells him. 

He gets out the second key on the ring and starts to free his hands. Trial and error. That one doesn't fit, but the other key does. 

A muffled, quiet voice comes from the helmet amidst sobs.

“What's that, kid?”

Sanji sniffles, and his eyes are huge as he meets Zeff's. 

“Y-you…” he starts. “You came to get me. You came all the way to the North Blue. For me. I don't understand.”

Zeff doesn't know what to say. He's afraid if something comes out of his mouth it'll be far too vulnerable for either of them, and this situation is delicate enough as it is. Does the kid really think that after losing a leg for him he'd just abandon him to his fate at the next sign of trouble?

“Well, you know,” he says as he slides the handcuffs off, attempted nonchalance a bit ruined by the fact that he's nearly crying, “Can't run a proper restaurant without my sous chef.”

Sanji reaches out to him with raw, bruised wrists and clutches onto his sleeve, sobbing even louder.

Zeff rubs his back in steady circles.

“Shh, ‘s fine. Let's get your legs free and get that nasty bucket off your head, alright?”

“M'kay.”

Taking off the shackles reveals a badly swollen ankle, and Zeff worries it's broken. It wouldn't be surprising considering the bruises covering the kid's whole body, filling Zeff with an urge to kill he hasn't felt since his pirate days. Poor kid must have shown them he knows how to kick now. He'll have to check on that as soon as they're out of this forsaken place.

The helmet is a bit trickier. It opens in the back, and the lock is tight and at a strangle angle, clearly designed so that the wearer can't undo it themselves. Sanji goes rigid for a moment with Zeff's hands behind his head working on it, but finally it does come off, revealing a face even more bruised and bloody than his body. 

“Oh, kid,” Zeff mutters. “You're--”

He's interrupted by the impact of Sanji fully launching himself around him and holding on like he'd drown if he didn't. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” he murmurs incessantly into his shoulder.

Zeff pauses for a moment, and then melts with heartache and relief. Crap, he was worried about this kid. He holds Sanji against himself and cradles his head, ruffling the messy blond hair formerly trapped beneath an iron dome.

“Nothin’ to thank me for,” Zeff insists. “Just lookin’ after my own.”

Sanji cries harder at that, and Zeff isn't really sure what to do, so he puts his other arm under his legs and slowly scoops him up to carry.

He's grateful, at least, that when the tears finally stream from his own eyes, Sanji has his face too buried to see it.

“Let's get you home, little Eggplant,” he says, and for once he's confident he chose the right words.

He already knew he would die for this kid. He had that figured out the day they met. It felt like psychosis to him then, some strange spirit taking over his mind and making him do crazy things like give away all his food with no real plan for how to survive more than a week. But now it's more right than anything else he knows. Of course he would die for this kid. He would kill for this kid. And he knows now, most importantly, that he's going to live for him. 

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 - Pet

@jegulus-microfic February 18 Word count 848

Previous part First part

“I don’t know what you mean.” Regulus’s fingers moved towards his wand. 

“Reg, you forget I was there when you were with James at Hogwarts. I’ve also seen what Remus’s fists can do. Those bruises were perfect. Admit it, you basically just had a week’s holiday with your honey bun while we planned a fight.” Evan hadn’t even batted an eyelid. He looked so calm. Regulus was shitting himself. 

“So? What are you going to do about it?” Regulus’s emotionless mask was firmly in place, but he could hear his heart pounding in his ears.

“Nothing,” Evan shrugged. “You saved Barty. If you’re going behind the Dark Lords’s back to hang out with a bunch of know order members, you must have a good reason why.” 

“I really was captured. Sirius appeared when we were taking the supply house and ambushed us. He tied me up and took out the others.” He felt the need to explain. Evan was his oldest friend, and he’d always had a way of getting Regulus to spill his guts. “That mad Auror, Moody, tortured me for a while but gave up when I didn’t talk.”

“So they used Potter against you?” Evan interrupted.  Regulus nodded. 

“Yeah, him and Sirius.” He paused, debating on telling him the rest. “Dumbledore came to see me.”

“Shit Reg.” Evan gaped. 

“He told me either I help them or they’d send me to Azkaban.”

“So what are you doing for them then?” Evan questioned. 

“Information. They want to know who’s saying what and any major plans that come up. Are you going to give me away?” He had to as. He couldn’t leave without knowing if he was safe or not. 

“No, Reg. I won’t say anything.” Evan sighed and dragged a hand through his hair as he mulled something over. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually care about what Voldemort and that lot believe. I only got this thing,” He held up his left arm, letting his sleeve fall to reveal the snake and skull tattoo that matched Regulus’s own. “Because my father forced me. If I’d had a choice in the matter, I’d probably have taken Barty and Pan and gone to France or something.” He shrugged, not bothered at sharing the information that would sign his death warrant if Voldemort heard him. Regulus gave him a sad smile. 

“Same here.” Evan snorted. 

“Wow, our parents are dicks.” They both burst into laughter. “Are you getting immunity out of it if that side wins?” Evan asked, looking like he really wanted to know the answer. 

“Yeah, if I give them enough good information,” Regulus told him truthfully. 

“Do you think they’d do the same for me and Barty if I help you?” Evan shuffled nervously. 

“I can ask. If I ask James, he’ll do everything he can.” He couldn’t quite believe that Evan had felt the way he did. That was the curse of the mark. Everyone was too scared to say what they really felt in case it got back to Voldemort. Because he’d just have them disposed of, he had plenty of followers to replace those he had killed.  

They walked back through to Evans's bedroom, closer than they had been before, a new bond firmly formed. 

They were greeted upon their return by a grumpy Barty and a mass of silver-blonde hair. 

Pandora, Evan’s twin sister, was sitting on the bed next to Barty, patting him on the head like a disgruntled pet. 

“Evan, she’s doing it again,” Barty complained as he tried to evade Pandora’s hand.

“Oh, don’t be silly, Barty. You love it when I pet you.” Pandora said, smiling happily at him. “Here, have a chocolate frog.” She passed him the treat. Barty appeared somewhat appeased. At least he didn’t complain again. 

“What do you want, Pan?” Evan asked. She stood from the bed and floated over to them, her feet bare. 

“Father wants to speak with you. Hi Reg,” She added as she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. He could feel the oily residue left from her lipstick. There’d be a perfect lip mark on his face. 

“Hello, Pandora. How are you?” He asked her politely. He tensed when she snuggled her head into his neck. 

“Oh, you know, bored. You boys all get to go out and have fun, and I have to be the perfect Rosier princess and sit in my ivory tower.” She sighed dramatically. 

“Oh, shut up, Pan, we all know you sneak you’re girlfriend in here all the time.” Evan teased his sister. Pandora winked at him and removed herself from Regulus’s neck. 

“I’ll leave you alone. Goodbye, darling.” She waved at Barty and blew him a kiss before smiling wickedly at Evan as she left.

“I swear if she didn’t keep me in such a good supply of sweets, I’d find her very annoying.” Barty grumped as he licked melted chocolate from his fingers. “So, Reg.” He said, looking up at Regulus and sucking a final finger. “You a spy then or what?”   

Next part

[wannaeatramyeon]

Goo Kim x Reader: Mystery guy

G/N. You have a date arranged with someone new. Goo is not happy.

Truthfully when you said you had a date arranged the next day, some shitty dinner and a movie, Goo was tempted to call the whole thing off.

...Despite the whole 'what are we, are we casually fucking or what' situation being entirely in Goo's court. You made it known once that you were interested in something a bit more serious, and he replied “Why ruin a good thing?”.

(Well actually, you have made it known over and over again. If the way you look at him all time, the part of your life you have carved out and made perfectly Goo Kim shaped is anything to go by.)

And now that there's the potential of there being someone else-

Someone that could capture your attention like he does. That you would accept into your home late at night, and ask them to stay in the early morning.

That would know you intimately. That you will happily share the days with.

Well. That just doesn't sit right with Goo.

It stung as well, in a way he didn't expect. You lying in his arms, talking about some other guy casually. Your plans. Even though Goo was the one that asked, it wasn't like you volunteered.

And Goo being the sadist that he is, also prods for details. What does he look like? What's his job? Is he rich? Can he fight?

Every question is framed playfully but he's desperate to know. To see how he measures up to this mystery guy.

...No. Scratch that. How that guy measures up to Goo Kim. It shouldn't matter, doesn't matter; anyone would come up short anyway.

Still. The devil is in the details and he wants to know it all.

With each question, you shrugged and even that hurt. The idea that you would spend your time with some nobody, someone that you barely know when you could have Goo fucking Kim?

And a dinner and a movie? It's so cliche it physically pains him. Definitely not any silly feelings or emotions that he's trying to shove deep deep down.

Absolutely not.

Goo traces his fingers over your skin, follows the curve of your body and relishes the way you shiver against his touch.

You're his. No one else is allowed to touch you like this.

Ugh. So sue him, Goo Kim is a hypocrite and he is backtracking like hell.

.

.

Never underestimate the blonde's determination and forward planning.

If he sets his mind to something, more often than not it will happen. A combination of his force of will and his own sinister design.

Dinner and a movie, huh. Well, we'll see about that. Goo readjusts the plushie and bouquet in his arms, manoeuvring to check the time on his watch.

Yep, 5pm on the dot. Too early to go out, for you to be enjoying your evening with the mystery guy, but enough for Goo to throw a wrench in the works.

He runs his fingers through his hair, adjusts his tie. Checks out his reflection from his phone camera. Perfect as per usual.

Then he takes a deep breath, and raises his fist to your door.

Knock knock. Knockknocknockknockknockknock.

His typical pattern. A polite double knock, and then a barrage of fists. The one that would always leave you equally exasperated and excited to be alerted of his presence.

Today, it is more the former rather than the latter.

Hearing the telltale banging, you throw your door open. Pose stiff, eyes already narrowed and flickering over to his gifts.

Knowing him too well to anticipate this being just a casual drop-in, that there is no way he could have possibly forgotten about your date, absolutely certain in your conviction that he must have some other ulterior motive.

You're right.

And Goo's stomach flutters at the thought. How well you already know him. Maybe he was wrong from the start, maybe the next step with you wouldn't ruin a good thing.

Goo gives you a grin with less smarm than usual, amping the charm up to eleven. Wearing the smile he practices in the mirror, has tried out on countless others and has had a 100% success rate so far.

He has zero intentions of breaking that streak.

"Hey Sweetheart," he subtly leans into your space and past your doorway, stopping you from slamming the door in his face, "How about you and me then?"

Of course you know fucking full well what he's doing. Your hand twitches. It's not your fault if you close the door and his glasses get smashed and his nose gets broken. He only has himself to blame.

"Goo." You resist the urge to sigh and rub your temples, "What are you talking about?"

Goo considers his next words. Wonders if he truly wants to do this, to be a taken man. Takes in your appearance.

You.

Hair piled on top of your head, casual clothes a little worn and threadbare, top with a stubborn stain that you complained that you can't get out after he flicked some food at you some months ago.

Damnit. Even now he thinks you're freaking gorgeous and wants to lean forward and smother you in kisses.

What’s even the point of pretending as if he wasn't completely gone for you already.

(Sort of silly in hindsight that this mystery guy was the final shove he needed, but Goo pushes these negative thoughts out the way.

He doesn’t like to dwell too much on such nonsensical things as hindsight. Live in the present and all that.)

"Baby, babe~ You," Goo points the bouquet at you. "Me." Points the bouquet at himself. "Let's make it official."

He notes the way your eyes narrow further. That's bad.

The way your foot starts tapping. That's also bad.

How your cheeks tinges pink. Ok, that's good.

Then your entire face goes red. Which. Coupled with your current expression - looks bad.

"Goo Kim." Oops. Full name, that's very bad. "Are you only doing this because of my date?"

He takes a beat. Takes another deep breath. Truthfully yes, technically also yes. But he's pretty certain you would take his bouquet and ram it where the sun doesn't shine if he admits that.

He decides to approach it from another angle.

"It may have brought to my attention some things."

"What things?"

"Some... feelings."

"And what feelings are those? Jealousy? Possessiveness?"

"No!" Goo snaps, and you're taken aback by the hurt in his eyes.

And even though all his feelings and emotions make him want to squirm and bolt, to leave a Goo Kim shaped hole through the wall. He never likes to give up on an opportunity especially when he could be so greatly rewarded.

He swallows down the queasiness and discomfort. He comes clean, for once in his life.

"I like you a lot, Sweetheart. I don't want you to be with anyone else," You open your mouth to argue- "AND," he impresses, pushing on with his point, "I don't want to be with anyone else either." Your mouth stays hanging at his admission though you have no rebuttal.

"Y/N, I'm never serious. But I want to be serious about us."

Goo holds out the bouquet and the plushie to you, willing you to accept it. To accept his confession and his offer. He knows that there is a good 99% chance you would, but the 1% seems unimaginably, impossibly, irrationally huge.

"I..." You look at Goo, the uncertainty on his face. The honesty that you're not sure you've ever seen but you don't mind getting used to. 

You make up your mind.

"I guess I better cancel my date."

The words barely leave your mouth and immediately you are swept into his arms, plushie and bouquet falling to the floor and kisses peppered all over your face.

The uncertainty is gone. Only cocksure confidence and a smug grin left behind.

But you heard it. You saw it. The sincerity that you didn't know Goo was capable of and that's enough for you.

Goo's body floods with relief and he internally pats himself on the back.

Why did he ever doubt himself? Of course you would say yes. Look at how fucking perfectly you fit with him.

Maybe he can also convince you to let him make the call. For him to rub it in this other guy's face. To let it be known that you have plans already with your new boyfriend.

(Oh. Goo didn't think he cared much for commitment but he loves the sound of that.

Boyfriend.

How satisfying.)

Either way, he guesses it doesn't really matter.

He grins into your neck, pleased and purring that his charm maintains its 100% success rate.

[muffinsin]

how about some angst with no comfort? How would the sisters react to their female s/o dying in child birth? Would they blame their child? Blame themselves because they impregnated her and because the child would be infected with the Cadou because of them?

-rambunctious anon

Some more angst hm?👀 This got a bit more comfort in it tho cuz I know those 3 would still be good mamas! there ya go everyone!🙌

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Bela

She is lost for words when she hears you died giving birth. She can’t even process it

For minutes, she stares off into space as she attempts to process it. She just can’t find words or gather her thoughts

She feels sad, and shocked, when it hits her

Then, anger washes over her

She refuses to see your child at first, but this is almost immediately shut down and exposed as nonsense by Alcina

The moment Bela is handed your child, this view changes entirely

The little thing has your eyes

Sporting your eyes and her blonde-golden hair, Bela can’t help but cry and hug the little one close

She’s careful, as if worried she will hurt the little bundle in her arms

The pain she feels doesn’t go away- won’t, for a long time

She feels this pain every time she gazes into her child’s eyes

Still, Bela wants to be strong for her little one. They’re her priority now

In a way, they are a memory of you. Something to remember you by

She wont allow anything to happen to her child. She is protective as hell and will not part with her precious child for the world

Also, Bela is never hesitant to tell stories of you to her little one

At one point she nearly spirals into a pit of self loathing and depression, blaming herself for it all

Her sisters stick by her side to talk this nonsense out of her

With their help, and Alcina’s help, she recovers eventually, no matter how bad it hurts her

Her love for her little one keeps her going

She takes on nutrients to nurse them, and therefore must eat plenty to keep herself healthy.

She cleans to avoid her little one inhaling dust, and takes showers and baths when she washes her precious baby

In a way, your child, what is left of you, still saves her even when she has lost you

Cassandra

Lost, is the most accurate word to describe her

She can’t believe it

She stands by your side, and desperately attempts to bring you back alive

Deep down she knows it’s futile, but she refuses to think of this

After a long hour, she at last comes to the realisation of being helpless. She can’t change what happened

And she fully blames herself. What was she thinking, impregnating you?! Having you bear a cadou-infected baby?!

Her eyes widen at this, remembering your child

She was so busy trying to bring you back to her, she hasn’t even spared the little thing a glance

Sudden fear fills her- what if she’s lost your shared child too?!

Upon storming out of the room and finding the tiny thing in Bela’s arms, she immediately feels more at ease

She truthfully has no idea how to hold the infant. She feels utterly lost, thrown into parenthood without you to guide her

Bela teaches her to adjust her arms and hold the tiny thing. Thankfully, Cassandra learns very quickly

She develops something of a separation anxiety from your baby. She’s scared the child will too be taken from her if she isn’t with them constantly

And so Cassandra sticks with her tiny one 24/7, feeding them and doing her best to try to understand what random cries mean

Speaking of, she is a full sobbing mess at times. She can’t handle the many emotions she feels upon having to raise this child on your own

As time passes, she recognises you in the tiny one. In their smile, their facial features and expressions. It has her smile and cry at the same time

She too, will eventually heal. Still, you are always a sore topic to her- she can never truly get over what happened

Daniela

She’s gleeful when she holds the tiny baby in her arms, giggling and tapping their tiny button nose

She loves their tiny nose, it resembles her own. And their eyes! Golden, just like hers

Their little hands grab at her and she feels so much joy!

She doesn’t understand her family’s grim faces. Your little baby is perfect!

When asked about you, she is told you need rest. Her sisters and mother aren’t entirely sure about telling her just yet

When a day passes, Daniela demands to see you, and they know the truth can no longer be hidden from the redhead

With Bela keeping the tiny one safe and fed, Daniela is told what happened by the rest of her family

The infant starts crying at Daniela’s loud, pained scream that rings out throughout the castle

She demands to see you, and when she does, it nearly breaks her

She doesn’t understand how this could’ve happened

She doesn’t blame her child, but herself. After all, she hasn’t thought this through in her joy to parent a child with you

Daniela is unable to feed for days. Unable to function

For days to two weeks even, she doesn’t see her little one. She can’t even get out of bed

Only when she hears her tiny one cry in the middle of the night does she rise from her bed and find the small thing in her mother’s room

She cradles them into her arms and takes a stroll through the castle. It feels, grounding, and good to get out of her room

When she sees tiny, worried eyes, she promises the little one to always look after them

She promises you, hoping you can hear her

[enm-enthusiast]

The Exhibitionist's Club Ch. 8 - Sebastian Part 2

A Lacy Afternoon....

Sebastian

The past week has been hell.

I've been trying to stay away from the frat house as much as possible, but the time I've been spending there lately has been so humiliating. Eric's public punishment of me has been a target on my back, everyone in that house has the right to degrade and taunt me as much as they want.

A couple of times, I've been stripped completely naked as soon as I walked in the door! and always, they always tease me about the cock cage I'm still wearing. James has been helping me, thankfully, and his plan was starting to finally take shape.

All I had to do was get the campus security guards to hire me as a student worker. Apparently, it provided a lot of protection from student-run discipline, anyone caught violating this was subject to immediate expulsion from the University if found to be true...

Thus, here I stood in the campus security building, and had been forced to strip down completely naked for everyone here, as part of their famous "initiation." The security officer who hired me on, Jack Whittle had explained, in fact he just finished his by working the entire week at the office naked....

It got me incredibly aroused thinking of the muscular older man walking around the office butt naked. He blushed when talking about it and some of the other security guys teased him too, taunting him about the thickness of his cock and I salivated at getting to possibly see it for myself.

I had truthfully explained my situation to Jack, and he seemed sympathetic, and even said that Eric had been giving the University all sorts of troubled for years now but he was careful enough to not do anything that would have gotten him in real trouble.

He said that all I had to do was finish this initiation, then I could get my 'clothing privileges' back and even give Eric an official warning from the security office. That way, Jack said, he wouldn't dare touch me or anything near me, and it filled me with a sadistic delight at seeing Eric squirm in fear and fury at his revenge being undone.

The only thing that troubled me was James, he was taking an awfully big risk helping me, and if Eric found out....well, I knew first hand how vicious the little shit could be.

But I would worry about that later, first I needed to get through this, and I was embarrassed enough that all my new colleagues were already leering at me and sizing me up.

They got a weird thrill as I was slowly stripping off my clothes, some even whistled as soon as I took off my shirt. As expected, their eyes immediately locked onto my cock cage as soon as I lowered my underwear down my legs.

"Wow dude, did you lose a bet or something?" One of the campus security guards said, stifling his laughter upon seeing my cock cage, making my face turn bright red.

"How long have you been wearing that?" Jack said.

"....about....3 and a half weeks" I said, teeth grinding as my embarrassment and rage fueled me.

The guys shared looks of shock, amusement, and a few of them concerned, Jack included. I couldn't let them get involved, me and James were so close to giving Eric some long overdue payback, so I needed to bear the shame, for just a bit longer. I put on my best poker face despite that it was surely as red as a tomato at this point.

"Don't worry about it, the guys back at the Frat and me were playing around, I lost a few bets, and here we are...can we get a move one please" I said.

Most seemed to accept this, all of them, except for Jack who gave me a knowing look, but regardless he carried on.

"Well, you seem to be in excellent condition, in fact you've put in some great work in those muscles Sebastian, must get you lots of attention around this campus" Jack said. winking at that last part.

"Not a bad backside either, you got some good glutes on you" a blonde guard named Daniel said, a hungry look in his eyes. It was hard not to feel vulnerable and exposed as all of them, in one way or another, were devouring the sight of my naked body.

It was hard not to think of Thomas in that moment, who was dealing with his own problems at the moment, some classmate of his called George was giving him trouble and I wanted to find him and smash in his face for messing with Thomas, but I couldn't refuse when he begged me not to do something so foolish, and I had to admit he was right.

Speaking of, Thomas took a...interesting perspective on my cock cage, the two of us decided to make the most of it...I allowed him to shift our dynamic in bed, the first night he took control and made me get on my hands and knees and suck his cock until he flipped me onto my stomach and made me beg for him to fuck me....god if only I wasn't wearing the cage I'd have had the biggest erection in my entire life.

I only wish I could be out there helping him instead, but foolish me thought signing up as a student worker for the security office would be a great idea. Or rather, it was James' idea.

I'm still skeptical of how they told me all workers needed to take a fitness test, especially one that's entirely in the nude....

If it wasn't for the cock cage, I wouldn't feel as vulnerable and exposed around these other guys, they all seemed to take it in and good fun and none of them poked, prodded, or even made fun of me for it, unlike the frat guys who were hounding my every step and making my life hell, I just needed to get out of that house....

"So....does that mean I'm in?" I asked.

"We just need one last thing from you Sebastian, it shouldn't be a problem for a strapping young lad like you" Jack said, his tone neutral but his expression was hiding something mischievous.

"Okay...what is it?" I said.

What he said next made my jaw drop to the floor and nearly run out of the building.

"We want you to wear these as your work uniform for the first week, consider it....your training period" Jack said, grinning wide as he held up a red lacy crop top and a matching pair of silky red lace briefs, ones with design patterns that left the backside almost completely see-through!

"You gotta be kidding me!" I say, incredulous, my face already burning bright red and I felt a shocking jolt in my crotch followed by a slight ache as my cock was unable to twitch as it used to.

"I'm afraid not, hehe you see the boys here thought you'd look incredible in these, and I agree, but its up to you kid, so what's it going to be? us....or nothing" he finished, giving me another look that just between us, said:

"You either wear this for a week in the office...or you continue to be a naked frat slave with your dick shrinking inch by inch as each week passes."

It didn't seem to be a fair choice, but I knew it was my only one, and I needed this so I could start getting back at Eric, I wouldn't take it from Jaime and I'm not about to start letting some blowhard blonde do it to me either!

"Alright....fine, I'll do it" I said. Holding out my hand and Jack gave me another wide grin as he handed over the crop top and underwear to me. He merely looked down and back up once, that hungry look in his eyes again as he waited with his arms crossed.

My face was beet red I'm sure as I pulled the top over my head, I had to admit the material felt....good against me bare skin. Next was the underwear...I had to suppress a whimper as I pulled them up my legs, the material felt so nice and smooth just like the top. This only added to my rising embarrassment, I hated how it felt so good to wear these despite how slutty and exposed it made me look.

The guys jaws all dropped as I finished putting on my new 'uniform' and Jack walked over to me with a look of delighted surprise and said: "Wow...just wow, you look great in those, and I guess we got you the right size after all, those undies really make your ass look..." he trailed off, and I shuddered as he teasingly ran a hand over my right ass cheek.

I bit my lip as he did so, the contact of his hand against the material felt so good...I was really looking forward to tonight with Thomas with how horny this was making me.

I felt my submissive side take over as I wanted my man's dick inside me so bad, and I had to whip myself back to reality as I realized that I was practically drooling after what Jack did and the rest of the guys noticed. Several of them had bulges growing in their security uniform pants....

"Alright Sebastian, so far so good, you seem to really like those, so I'll tell you what...you can keep em" he said, rubbing my shoulder and giving me a look with that same look in his eyes.

At first I didn't respond, I was shocked at first but...I knew that I'd keep them, as humiliating as it was to have to wear this in front of all these guys, I had to admit they also made me feel sexy with how everyone here was reacting to me wearing them.

I decided to wear them under my clothes later...see how Thomas will react, the thought of it made me so incredibly aroused the simple contact of Jack's hand on my shoulder was making me weak at the knees. I was in disbelief at how my body was reacting, but it felt so good, too good to ignore, so I was ready to embrace it and I gave Jack a firm nod.

"In fact, since you're being so good, you work this whole afternoon in that and I'll get Eric to take that thing off you" He said.

My eyes widened in surprise, I'd have done so regardless but now I was more determined than ever.

"Good boy" he said, giving me another firm wink and gave my ass a real hard slap as he walked behind me and said "now get to work!" he said. propelling me forward toward the other guys who all took turns lightly touching and teasing my body.

They all knew how horny it made me and took delight at teasing me so tantalizingly and yet so briefly, after that, they all filed out and left one by one until was just me and Jack, who beckoned me to follow him.

The next few hours would prove to be one of the most challenging as Jack showed me around the office, while simultaneously showing me off and parading me around the entire building like I was a zoo's latest attraction. It was mostly men around the office, but a few clerical workers were women who all did a double take at seeing me like this, yet their gaze also followed me hungrily.

Some of them even snuck in some light slaps to my ass or even a caress of my muscles across my body. It took everything I had to keep concentrating on things Jack was saying, introducing me to what I would be doing in the office.

After giving me a full tour of the office, Jack led me to the student workers office, where basically I read through student complaints and calls and forwarding them to the security officers who would be sent out to respond.

Thankfully there were only two other workers, one of them a a shorter yet average Hispanic dude named Julien and a young brunette woman named Emily. Both of them were introduced to me by Jack, and surprisingly neither of them seemed shocked at my state of (un)dress. Yet, both of them had a similar look as the others, a lingering hunger that made me full that much more exposed yet it also gave me a thrill and rush of excitement.

"I'll leave you all to it, I'll come collect you in just a few hours Sebastian...good luck" he said, then left me alone with the two of them.

'So....hey" I said, trying to break the ice.

"If you're wondering at our expressions from earlier, its because its probably tame I'm in comparison to some of the other things we've seen working here, not to mention our own...initiations" Julien said, the both of them looking away from each other at that last part.

I decided to drop the subject then.

"Alright, well regardless its good to meet some fellow student workers" I said, giving them both a reassuring smile which they took to hear, returning mine.

We spent the next few hours getting me up to speed about the job, although sometimes I noticed them looking at me in a weird way. Other times, one or both them got too close to my proximity and I swore I felt a light finger touch or two, after the first hour of that I was starting to realize they weren't new at this...

The light contact was driving me crazy, being locked in this cage for so long was making me hornier than I've been since I was a teenager. But I managed to power through it, I was determined to be rid of this thing once and for all.

After my initial training shift was over, Jack appeared as expected and he smiled as soon as he saw me. "Wow, I half expected these two to have ripped those off you by now" he said, giving my fellow student workers a look that made the both of them look away from me and back towards the computers they worked at instead.

Part of me wanted to inquire further, but I decided to cast it aside for now.

I walked up to Jack and he pulled me aside and said: "I talked to my boss and he approved as well, we both personally called Eric up at the Frat...he'll unlock that thing from you first thing when you get back to the frat, and I even took care of the other part of your punishment."

"A-are you serious?" I said, ready to jump with joy.

"Deadly. But listen kid, Eric was LIVID, he kept trying to double down on 'frat autonomy' but as soon as we threatened to take it to the Dean he backed down" he said.

"Well...regardless, thank you, Jack, this means a lot, if there's any way I can repay you-" I began before Jack interrupted with:

"Any? Well....I can think of a few..." Jack said, giving me a look that said he'd have me bent over or on my knees in a heartbeat if he had it his way.

It made my face turn as red as the outfit I was still wearing. I looked down at myself and almost couldn't believe I still had to wear this for the rest of the week at the office....but a deal is a deal, and I keep my word no matter what.

"One more thing Sebastian...I know you said James helped you out, just keep an eye on him in case Eric finds out what happened, alright? he's a good kid" Jack said.

I knew exactly what he meant, Eric was vicious and petty, and would do almost anything to get back at someone for slights both real...and imagined.

"Don't worry, I will" I said and began to talk out towards the lockers where my clothes waited for me. Before I got far, Jack gave another caress of my silk-clad ass cheeks which made me whimper just loudly enough for Jack to hear, who merely smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

I practically ran back as soon as I got away, taking off the outfit and storing it in my bag for later with Thomas, then pulling out my clothes and getting dressed. I had one last thing to do before heading to Thomas' dorm, and I smiled as I couldn't wait to see Eric's face as he took the cock cage off of me.

I left the office quickly and quietly, not wanting to meet anyone's eyes knowing they'd seen me wearing that outfit, I needed to maintain my confidence to prepare myself for the confrontation that awaited me, and sure enough, as soon as I opened the door to the frat house, the tension was palpable...

Little did I know how much more things would escalate following the moment I closed the door of the house behind me, but I also wouldn't change it no matter what.

End of Chapter 8.

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I know its been such a long time since I posted, I've been going through a lot recently but I'm back and ready to give you guys more sexy naked adventures ;)

Sebastian seems to have gotten the upper hand once more, but can he protect his friends as well as himself? We'll see in the upcoming chapters.

I hope you enjoyed the different path this chapter took, sexy outfits like the one Sebastian was forced to wear this chapter have been an background idea for a while, so please tell me if you guys liked it...if you did I'll be sure to include it in later chapters more. But until then, enjoy this latest installment!

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Take It

What A Sad Sight (Part 1) Her (Part 2)

> larissa weems x fem!reader

> requested? kinda

> content/warnings: angst then idk fluff? L being a walking red pole, mentions of violent thoughts (if u squint), and andy 😭 oh ANDYYY

> a/n: this is the first time i have made a fanfic with three parts 🥹 i had If You Love Her on repeat for like an hour for this

“Principal Weems? There's someone here for you.”

Larissa almost snapped her neck as she looked up towards the door. This is it. Maybe this was you. Maybe this was the part where you talk to her and you both make up.

“Send them in. Thank you.” Larissa told her assistant whilst dusting off invisible dust from her dress. God was she nervous.

Larissa waited until the visitor opened the door to her office, but alas she was disappointed. It was Marilyn that wanted to talk to her. About renovations for the greenhouse. Truth be told, Larissa didn't care. Marilyn could do anything to the greenhouse, though her decisions did need Larissa's approval, which she could do by email.

As Marilyn left, Larissa sighed and stretched her neck. It's been weeks since she began to drown herself in work. Albeit she didn't need to, she wanted to. She made sure to do anything, though unnecessary, to forget about what she did. She felt angry at herself. But she can't change what she did. And truthfully, she didn't want to. If she could talk to you, she can explain everything.

A knock snapped her out of her reverie. “Principal Weems? There's someone here for you. Her name's Andy.”

Andy? She didn't know any Andy's in her life. Though this must be the new board member that needed to talk to her. Ah yes, she was going to schedule a meeting later but it seems the board is one step ahead of her.

“Let them in, please. Thanks.”

Within a second, the visitor opened her office door and smiled. “Have a seat! You must be the new board member!”

The visitor, Andy, nodded in gratitude and sat in front of Larissa. “Uh–” Andy cleared her throat. “I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not a part of the board.”

Larissa blinked in surprise and sat straight. ‘If Andy isn't part of the board then...’ And it clicked. Larissa's eyes widened as she looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar face in front of her. She's met Andy before, at the Weathervane, with you. Hugging you. Talking with you. Laughing with you.

Clearing her throat, Larissa pursed her lips and asked. “Then, Ms. Andy, what is your purpose here at Nevermore?”

Andy gave a chuckle at the coldness the red-lipped woman was giving her. She didn't know why, but she can guess. “Well, to start, I'm Andy. Y/N's personal assistant–” Larissa scoffed at the statement. They sure weren't acting as colleagues when she saw them at the Weathervane.

“Truly, Y/N and I are just colleagues, friends, yes, you can say that. But that's just it.” Andy explained as she watched Larissa's face. She could see the different emotions running in her mind.

“As far as I am concerned, I don't think that's the reason why you are here, yes?” Larissa questioned Andy. She didn't give a damn about any explanation coming from the brunette in front of her. She wanted to talk to you. Not your assistant.

Andy sighed, this was going to be a lot harder than she thought. “Larissa, I have been with Y/N since you turned her down.” she watched the blonde wince at her choice of words. ”And I want to tell you. Take it.” Andy got a velvet box and laid it down on the blonde's desk. “If she gives you her heart, don't you break it.”

Larissa let out a breath as she gazed at the box in front of her. Choosing to open it, she gasped at its content. The box had two rings in it, not just any rings, one was Y/N's family heirloom that she told Larissa about. And the other was a paper ring, the same ones she made for Y/N.

“Larissa, I have been hopelessly in love with Y/N the moment she crashed into me.” The blonde snapped her eyes to look at the brunette in front of her. “From the moment she spilled her coffee on my button up. From the moment I looked into her eyes–” Larissa tightened her grip on the velvet box she was holding. If this was a visit to brag to her that you and Andy are an item now, she wouldn't be capable of not doing anything crass to the brunette.

“I have been hopelessly in love with my boss, with Y/N.” Andy felt a shudder go through her. She never imagined she would confess her feelings for Y/N to Y/N's ex-girlfriend.

“And after you turned her down, I admit I was ecstatic at first, but as I saw her.” Andy bit her lip as her eyes glistened. “Larissa, she was a walking zombie. She didn't feel anything. And I know, because I can feel it.”

Larissa blinked, trying to bury the lump in her throat as she listened to Andy's confession. “I–”

Andy gave Larissa a smile and took the blonde's hand. “You don't have to explain anything to me.” She squeezed Larissa's hand. “But please, fix it. Fix her.”

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Larissa has never been nervous like this before. She wasn't nervous when she was brought to the former principal's office to give her the mantle. She wasn't nervous when she tried to make it through the Rave'n without a date. Yet, when it came to you, everything for her became a blur. She was always nervous around you. That she would fuck up. And that she did. And now, she was nervous, more than she could imagine.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and towards the door made her want to turn around and go back. But she made a promise to herself. As the door opened, your wide eyes were the first one noticed. How it held shock and then anger as you processed her presence in front of your house.

“Hi.” Larissa breathed.

You purse your lips and shake your head then laugh. “Fucking pills giving me hallucinations.” You tried to shut the door yet Larissa jammed her foot before it closed.

“Y/N. You are not hallucinating. Please let me in.” Larissa held the doorknob in hopes of you letting her in.

“For what? So that you can turn me down all over again?” She winced at your tone. You and Andy did have something in common, and it was straightforwardness, despite being both gay.

“Please, let me in.” She whispered, begging for you to take her in again.

With your internal armor breaking, you sighed and opened the door wide enough for her to step inside. “Sit wherever you want.” You pointed to the couches in front of you.

As she sat on the loveseat near her, you chose to sit on the armchair in front of her. The coffee table separating both of you. “Talk.”

Larissa chewed her lip and sighed. It was now or never. “I– Y/N, I am sorry. I'm sorry for turning you down. For interrupting you with a rejection. And I know anything I say to explain it will never be enough for you and for me. It won't be enough to wash the pain I've caused to you away. But please understand that I had to. I had to reject it. I am a walking red flag, Y/N. I am a people pleaser, to the point that I do not give a fuck about anything and anyone around me just to please everyone. I am self-centered, I get jealous easily, I am unstable, Y/N. I can't give that burden to you.”

The silence was too much to bear. Here she was, giving you every chance to yell at her, scream at her, cry because of her. But all you did was tilt your head.

“Who said I wanted that burden all to myself?” You asked her in a whisper as you raised your eyebrows in mockery.

Releasing a breath, you laughed at her words. “God– I–” Standing up, you put your hands on your hips and closed your eyes in exasperation.

Larissa blinked away the tears and balled her fists. If this was needed for her to be forgiven, she would take it. Take the mockery, take the laughs, take the punch of being the butt of the joke.

“–issa! Larissa!” She snapped her eyes towards you and saw you a foot away from her.

“Good, I have your attention now.” You ran your hand through your hair. “Larissa, I didn't propose to you because I wanted to be burdened by all your insecurities. I proposed to you because I wanted you to fight it with me.” You leaned towards her and wiped the tear that made its way down her face. “Larissa you are the best thing that I had, and I'll love you even if you don't love me like that.”

Cupping her face with your hands, you planted a kiss on her forehead. And that was all it took Larissa to let her tears out. Larissa became a sobbing mess in your arms.

Burying your face in her hair, you let your tears out and embraced her tightly. “Gods, I've missed this.”

Pulling away gently, Larissa cupped your face in her hands. “I'm sorry. I love you, not because you love me like that, but because I love you.” She whispered. Afraid that any noise would break you apart. That she would wake up and realize that this was all a dream.

Giving a watery smile, you replied. “It's done now, my love.” You leaned into her and brushed your lips with hers.

[blacklegsanjiii]

NicoSanji Au, but what if Crocosan is thrown into the mix? (Could be soulmates Crocosan)

In this version, Snaji never worked for Baroque works, and while they did keep in contact, Robin never gave Sanji details on what she was doing once they separated so Sanji could pursue cooking at the Baratie and Robin left him there so he wouldn't be hunted down alongside her.

Crocodile falls for Mr. Prince during the Alabasta Arc, but doesn't know Mr. Prince and Robin's brother, who she's mentioned once or twice, are the same person.

How would Robin react? Would she give Crocodile the shovel talk?

Any other ideas for Crocosan aus are welcome too!

Hilarious. I love this Anon. Also yeah, I think this would be funnier as soulmates because uhhhh, reasons, first words specifically. Robin leaves her baby brother in the care of Zeff to start really cooking and goes to Alabasta and starts working under Sir Crocodile. She keeps in contact but doesn't mention what she does. Sanji knows she's doing something with organized crime but he works in neutral territory technically, doesn't mean shit doesn't happen, shit is constantly happening there.

Like he joined a pirate crew because the captain refused his refusal and then saved a village and now he's headed to the Grandline. Where it's been constant chaos, even more so. Robin tells her Crocodile about her little brother a couple of times but neither of them make it a main point of conversation. She recognizes Sanji's voice coming from Mr. 3's denden and smiles to herself. Eventually at some point Crocodile comes up to her and says he's fairly certain Mr. Prince or whoever is his soulmate. Crocodile explains they said his words and he knows there's no Mr. Prince in Baroque Works so if she could go deal with him that would be lovely. She shrugs and leaves and watches everything go down. Including watching Mr. 0 fall harder for Mr. Prince, her little brother, fast and hard.

She doesn't mention that it's her baby brother and watches him stress out about catching his soulmate to keep him but then Baroque works falls to her brother's captain. A rubber boy in sandals and a straw hat who is incredibly kind and a little fucked up. She asks Sanji about it when they're alone on the Merry eventually. Sanji just shrugs and says he tries not to think about it. Just another trick from the universe about fated souls never being able to be together. Then a few months later she reads about her former boss helping her captain, his soulmates captain, at The Summit War. Unfortunately Ace still dies but her crew is alive, she knows that.

When the Guild comes together on Karai Bari they eventually get to the topics of soulmates and Mihawk says he doesn't have one, his skin is bare except for all the scars and Buggy mentions his is a dead marine. Crocodile admits his is on the Straw Hat crew and he hasn't personally met the guy yet. Buggy and Mihawk give him their sympathies because to have a soulmate on that crew must be hell. Crocodile shrugs and is like 'Eh, I'll probably not see them again so whatever. No skin off my back.' and while that's true it's still a little somber to hear. They're in position to criticize or argue though truthfully.

But then they're teaming up with the Strawhats and now Crocodile and Sanji are in close quarters again, or would be if he attended any of the meetings with Robin and Luffy and Nami. They're not in close quarters until they're having some meal and Sanji isn't sitting still long enough for anyone to really talk to him, except for Robin who smiles at the blond softly and tells him to come sit which the blond looks pained by, but Robin just gives him a look and he listens after mumbling something about cutlery or drinks or something. He looks exhausted like he's been running around without stopping which makes Crocodile quirk a brow at Robin but Mihawk says something to Zoro about the greenhaired kid being right about the cook rarely resting and Zoro nods.

Afterwards several crew members and the Buggy pirates refuse to let Sanji clean which makes him frown but give up with the way Robin and Luffy are looking at him. Mihawk makes polite conversation with him since Mihawk frequented Baratie basically since it opened and watched the blond grow up and mentions the soulmate thing offhandedly and Sanji chokes on the smoke. Robin laughs and says if he and Crocodile want to be together that's up to Luffy and Sanji because he already knows how threatening she is. When Crocodile asks what she means she gives him a smile.

"Well, I believe older siblings tend to give 'shovel talks' that infer death to younger's partner or partners." Robin says.

"He's your little brother?" Crocodile asks with wide eyes.

"Oh yes, I dropped him off with Zeff when he was younger before I went to work with you." Robin nods.

"They can be together as long as he's not a dick anymore." Luffy says.

"Astonishing." Mihawk says.

"Did anyone else know about that?" Buggy asks after a moment of quiet.

"Only after the Vinsmokes took our dear cook." Brook says.

"Huh," Crocodile says, "I don't know if I'm ready to deal with that."

"Yeah, that's fair." Sanji says.

[madsnowstorm]

take me home for christmas | j. seresin | part five

that christmasy feeling - johnny cash

summary : jake wants to take you home to texas for christmas to meet his family.

warnings — series, 18+, fem!reader, established relationship, some angst, family dynamics (both healthy and not), mentions of therapy, no religious aspect to the holiday, dogs named after famous texans, anxiety, no use of y/n, little angsty, but mostly internal

notes — uh, its been a while. work has been crazy, so i haven't been able to work on this like i've wanted. truthfully, i'm not sure what i think about this chapter. what i am sure of is that i love writing uncle jake.

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“Wake up!” An unfamiliar voice startled you. “Wake uuup!” The voice was squeaky and accompanied by a bell-like giggle. “Uncle Jake, why isn’t she waking up! Maybe you should wake her up like Snow White!” You could hear your boyfriend’s laugh through the sleepy haze you were beginning to surface from.

“Nah, Sophie. Let’s just wake her up gently. The both of us.” You felt your shoulder warm with the touch of Jake’s large hand and much smaller one underneath it. Your eyes fluttered open and you stretched. “Hey there princess.” The small girl next to Jake giggled again.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Your voice was scratchy with sleep. The last thing you remember was sitting on the couch. Your legs had been tangled with his, your head on his firm chest.  A Christmas Story was on the TV and the last thing you remembered was Ralphie Parker getting a boot to the forehead. 

“You just looked so cute.” Sophie laughed at her uncle’s words and you couldn’t help but join in. She was an adorable girl with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes similar to those of her uncle. “Anytime you aren’t snoring is pretty cute.” His comment, which was so typical, made you roll your eyes. You knew he probably had a point. You did snore sometimes.

“You must be Sophie!” Your attention was now on Jake’s niece. Her head was moving up and down in an enthusiastic nod. Her smile was wide enough for you to see that two teeth were missing. You scooted into a sitting position.

“Yeah!” Without warning the girl threw herself in your lap.

“Woah!” Jake placed his hand on your back to keep you from toppling over. You let him know you were good  and positioned the girl to make both of you more comfortable. “A little warning next time, Soph!”

“She’s okay. You’re just excited, aren’t you Sophie?” She was nodding once again. “Who wouldn’t be with Santa coming tomorrow?!” The mention of Santa and Christmas Eve had Sophie wiggling with joy. You were still trying to fully wake up, but her childlike wonderment was infectious as she talked about Christmas Eve. Both you and Jake let her ramble for a few moments. After she talked about all the different cookies she wanted to leave Santa, Jake plucked the girl from your lap and told her to go find one of her brothers. Once she was gone, you looked at him. His eyes were roaming over your face. “Do I have sleep lines?” You started feeling around your temple. “Oh my God, did I drool?” Jake laughed.

“You’re good darlin’.” He stood up and held a hand out for you. You took it, looking down at your clothes, running a hand over some wrinkles. “I said you were good.” His tone was light, but had an edge of bossiness that was typical of him. “Come on, there are people I want you to meet.”

You let him tug you towards the kitchen, nerves gripping you. You weren’t quite sure why you were nervous considering how well things went with his parents. They really made you feel as though you’d always been one of them. That morning you and Vicki drove down to the feed store to pick up an order that had come in. As you loaded large bags into the bed of the truck you’d been in, the two of you joked around like people who knew each other for years would. It left you feeling like you were in a dream and you weren’t sure you wanted to wake up.

“There they are!” Thomas yelled out loudly. You smiled shyly, fighting the urge to raise your hand in an awkward wave. There were multiple pizza boxes sitting on the kitchen island, which several people were standing around. Vicki and Thomas you knew, as well as Julie, who was standing next to a man that held baby Lily. There was another man to his left and as you took him in you noticed several features that Vicki also had. That must have been Jackson. A short woman, with red hair, stood in front of him. The only people that were missing were Jennifer and her family, and June. Both of them would be in from out of town the next day. 

“Yeah, here we are.” Jake’s hands were on your shoulders, he was standing at your back. The heat coming off of his body was comforting. “I don’t know about y’all, but I’m ready to eat!” 

Jake filled you in earlier in the day. On the twenty-third there were always carolers in the small downtown you’d been driven through the day before. Hot chocolate was typically sold by the high school band as a fundraiser. There was also a local couple that dressed as Santa and Mrs. Claus and walked around entertaining little children. He explained it as a low-key affair that had a lot of heart. It had been going on as long as Jake could remember and had become a family tradition. They’d always eat pizza, drive around to look at lights, and then end up downtown to enjoy the festive atmosphere. 

“Yeah, Nana! We’re hungry!” A young teenage boy echoed, walking in. Sophie was at one elbow and another young boy was at the other. 

“Come here, squirt!” Jake growled, throwing his arm around his oldest nephew, Will, drawing him into a headlock.

“I’m not a squirt!” The boy replied, his voice cracking in that familiar pubescent way. He squirmed away from his uncle.

“No, you aren’t, but he is!” Jake bent down to pick up Cole. You remember in the weeks leading up to this time with his family, you made Jake quiz you on who was who. Names were not hard for you, so you were able to pick up on all the members quickly. Cole was laughing as his uncle attacked him with tickles. Sophie was jumping up and down, adding to the chaos. You could only imagine the energy that would be in the air once the rest of the Seresin family arrived.

“Come on, knuckleheads,”  Jackson spoke up, opening some of the pizza boxes. “Let’s eat.” And, as if his words were magic, the kids (and Jake) straightened up and got in line. 

“They are always such a rowdy bunch.” The redheaded woman spoke as you walked over to grab a plate. “Hi, I’m Claire.”  You introduced yourself to her in return. “Whenever Jake comes to town, the kids are extra crazy.” 

“Yeah, I’m picking up on that.” You laughed. 

The kitchen was filled with noise as everyone moved around and began eating. Outside the window the sun was setting, which meant that soon you would all be perusing toward town, taking in the magic of different lights.

After grabbing a couple of slices of pizza, you found yourself squished in between Jake and Sophie. Claire tried to pull her daughter away, reminding her of her manners, but you let her know it was okay. Throughout dinner you listened, with one ear, to Jake entertain Sophie, Cole, and Will with stories about his most recent mission. Details were exaggerated and sound effects were incorporated. While he did that, you engaged in conversation with Claire about a show you heard her mention while you were each up grabbing your food.

Once dinner and conversation were done (and cowboy hats grabbed) you all divided up amongst two different vehicles. Jake, you, Julie, her fiance Luke, and Lily piled in their mid-sized SUV, while Vicki and Thomas squeezed into Claire and Jackson’s Suburban. That forced the three kids in the back seat. Jake and Jackson both had walkie-talkies clipped to their jackets. Jake explained that it was so both vehicles could talk while looking at lights, without interrupting any music. The Seresin’s were all about feeling the spirit of Christmas.

Lily sat between you and Jake, buckled tightly into her carseat. Julie said they could pull up the back seats to make things more comfortable, but you told her it was fine. It gave you an up close look at just how soft Jake could be. You were enjoying this new side to him. He sang to her when a particularly good song would come on. While he didn’t have the best voice, the slightly accented twang he added made you melt. The man would also tell jokes to the other kids over the walkie-talkie. 

“Soph’, what does Santa call a reindeer with no eyes?” He asked as your caravan pulled in front of a house that had a yard littered with glowing reindeer. 

“I don’t know, Uncle J!” Came Sophie’s sassy reply. You snickered. Her attitude reminded you so much of the one her uncle usually displayed. You locked eyes with Julie who nodded, having picked up on your line of thought.

“I have no eye deer!” As he delivered the punchline he looked over at you, his smile so wide it practically took over his face. Luke snorted which made Julie laugh. Lily cooed from her carseat. You turned your attention to her, brushing her forehead with the pad of your thumb. 

“Your uncle is so silly, isn’t he? Isn’t he?” She cooed again and you laughed, looking at Jake pointedly.

“Uncle J, that was so bad!” Will’s voice came over the walkie-talkie. It was impossible to miss Sophie laughing in the background. 

“Some would say it’s so bad, I’m on the naughty list right?” You, Julie, and Luke all groaned at the same time. Before you really knew what you were doing, you reached over the carseat and grabbed the walkie-talkie from Jake’s hand. He looked at you, bewildered.

“Someone come get this man!” You said into the receiver after pressing the orange button on the side. There was silence for a minute before Jackson’s voice filled the car.

“Sorry darlin’,” If Jake wasn’t sitting right in front of you, you would have sworn he was the one speaking. “We’ve been dealing with him for over three-decades. It’s your turn now.” 

More taunts, bad jokes, and laughs were exchanged as you all continued to look at lights that decorated homes that were a part of Jake’s past. Jake would tell you some random fact from his childhood as you passed by the different houses. Julie would chime in occasionally, adding to the stories he told. You learned about his friends and the shenanigans they got up to, especially while in high school. There were pranks and hijinks of all kinds thought up in the houses that were being driven by.

Eventually the car turned down a street where vehicles were parked on both sides. It took a minute to find a spot, but eventually two were found not that far from each other. Together, as a family, you all walked up the sidewalk, towards the warm light radiating from the busy part of town. Sophie, Claire, and Julie were singing about Frosty the Snowman. As you kept walking the crowd seemed to be growing.

While the downtown area looked charming during the day, there was something magical about it at night. The lights mixed with the music from the carol singers mixed with the fake snow floating through the air created an energy and excitement that you had not experienced since you were a young child. You were so enchanted by everything around you, you didn’t realize you’d stopped walking.

“Darlin’?” Jake called out. He was looking over his shoulder, his family still walking ahead. You were trying to find the words to explain how you felt. “You okay?” You nodded as he walked to you. 

“It just…” The words weren’t coming to you, but he waited patiently. “Thank you for bringing me.” His smile was dazzling and dangerous. You tucked one arm around under his denim jacket, and wrapped it around his waist. You lifted the other, using your hand to tip his sand colored Stetson up. It would get in the way of your goal. Without mentioning this goal, Jake understood and pressed his lips against yours. As you pulled apart you could hear Cole behind the man in your arms.

“Come one guys!” There were strangers moving around you, smiling as Cole brought attention to the obvious fact that you were not with the family who was stopped at the hot chocolate booth.

Jake moved your arm out from underneath his jacket, but didn’t let go of your hand. His palm was warm against yours and it grounded you. He pulled you towards the booth and somehow managed to take a few dollar bills from his wallet with one hand. He handed it to the high schooler behind the table and you both grabbed a cup. You never thought that being in Texas with Jake and his family would feel as right as it did. It was nothing like you expected, but in the best way possible…And there were still three days left and more family to meet.

[subastian-swallows]

Ominis Gaunt, Uncle Extraordinaire

CHAPTER FIVE: DAMAGE IS DONE

★ Chapter four

Chapter six ★

Pairing: Sebastian x YOU x Ominis - Love triangle?

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Angsty, Forbidden love, rough SMUT

Summary: A series of fluffy, angsty, heart-breaking moments between you, the reader and Ominis/Sebastian — where you figure out that ever since that day, Ominis allowed you into his heart, he has been completely in love with you. Slight problem, you've eloped with Sebastian and are now raising your daughter.

Side note: Ominis and Sebastian became Aurors after graduating — let's just say they both had enough experience in that department to be great fits. You, the reader, are currently a stay at home mom — a housewitch if you will. BUT don't be discouraged, you are a great asset to supporting your husband in taking down those that deserve it.♡ •ᴗ•

Ominis hadn’t expected to see Sebastian that night, although truthfully, he never did see anyone. And yet, when the inn’s door slammed open, allowing the chilled breeze of spring to slip into the shabby building — Ominis already knew who it was, even before he was dragged from his chair and thrown against a wooden beam. 

“What do you think you’re playing at?” Sebastian asked, or practically hissed as Ominis simply lifted up a hand to the sudden chair screeches of those around them, unsure if they wanted to step in and when Sebastian scoffed and tightened his grip on the blonde man’s shirt, Ominis simply reached for his hand, “was this your plan all along? To try and steal her from me —”

“Sebastian, I must apologise — but, I have no idea what you’re talking about?”   

Sebastian responded with his fist first, connecting it easily with Ominis’ nose and when the blonde man’s head cracked against the wooden beam, Sebastian simply yanked him forward again — giving him little chance to react, “that’s all you’ve got to say? How pathetic, Ominis — you haven’t changed a bit.” 

“You’ve yet to explain to me, what I’ve done Sebastian?” Ominis said, lifting a hand up to wipe at the blood coating his upper lip and as if that only angered the brunette further — it didn’t take long to feel himself being dragged outside, “do you plan to just hit me, until you feel better? You and I, both know of a quicker way to do this —”

“You don’t deserve anything quick, you deserve to suffer.”

Ominis felt the ground first, before Sebastian was on him. And for the first time since their fallout, it was as if everything that had built up over their friendship — was coming out with each punch Sebastian threw. But truthfully, Ominis did have an idea on what had happened or perhaps, he only assumed it had something to do with you — and so when Sebastian finally let go of his shirt, letting him drop against the ground, all he could do was make sure he still had all his teeth. It was clear that Sebastian wasn’t finished. His short, rapid breaths had now cut through the silence that filled the space around them and as he moved to grab Ominis again — the blonde man, simply let it happen. 

“Why aren’t you fighting back?” Sebastian asked, his voice filled with hatred as he shook his once best friend by the shirt, Ominis continued to do nothing and although this only continued to anger Sebastian further — he wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of hitting him back, even if he did deserve it, “do you think this makes you better than me, Ominis? Perhaps you've forgotten why you’re here? Was it ever about Anne — or did you simply return into our lives to seduce my wife?”  

“Seduce…? What are you talking about, Sebastian?”

Sebastian scoffed and swung once more, hitting Ominis square in the jaw and when the blonde man spluttered and spat the blood from his mouth against the ground, Sebastian almost growled, “you can act dumb all you like Ominis, but I’m more than aware of what’s going on here. Just because you’re inside her head — doesn’t mean you’re going to take her away from me, I’ll make sure of that.” 

“Inside her…head?” Ominis asked, his thoughts trying to decipher what Sebastian was referring to and it was only after he recalled his morning with you, that it was as if a lightbulb had switched on and he couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at it all, “wait…don’t tell me, did she say my name? Did she say my name…while you were fucking her?”  

“Shut your mouth, Gaunt.” 

Ominis smirked at the venom that dripped off the way Sebastian used his last name, as if he was trying to use it as an insult and although Ominis hated being connected to his family, it wasn’t enough to cause him the pain — Sebastian had tried to incite in him and so he suddenly gripped the brunette’s hand, “I’ve hit a nerve? So, she did call my name? Now it all makes sense as to why you’ve stormed in here like a child, who's just lost their toy —”

“I said, shut your mouth,” Sebastian said, throwing Ominis against the ground now, before he stood up and pulled out his wand — his hand shaking and bloody as he raised it towards the blonde man, pointing it directly at his chest, Sebastian closed his eyes as if he was preparing himself for what was so close to happening, knowing well, in that moment a part of Sebastian truly did want to kill him, “...stay away from us, you hear me, Ominis? You missed your chance, you don’t get to come back now and ruin things for me. If you refuse this, I will kill you —”

“Sebastian, what do you think you’re doing!?”

You seemed to have managed to arrive just in time, dashing towards the scene unfolding outside of the tavern, but it’s only after you pushed Sebastian out of the way — catching him off guard, that you gasped at the sight of Ominis on the ground. You had left your daughter in the hands of Madam Davenport again, who would often step in when you had to step out — and as you quickly ripped the top layer of your skirt and dropped down to the blonde man’s side, you desperately tried to ignore Sebastian’s taunts.

“After everything, this is how you want to fix things?” You asked, twisting slightly to glare up at Sebastian only to notice just how bloody his hands were and you couldn’t hide the fact, that it scared you — his eyes quickly meeting your gaze, before he swallowed hard and looked away, “Ominis had nothing to do with what happened, Sebastian — nothing happened between us! I can’t believe you would hit him like this? Have you forgotten you were once friends?”  

“We are no longer friends after this, that’s for certain.” 

Ominis pushed your hand away from his face and stood up, leaving you against the ground—helpless and barged his way past Sebastian, his shoulder hitting the brunette’s with a purpose to show that he agreed, “I couldn’t agree more. Besides, can’t expect you to want to think of me now — knowing that your wife wishes to fuck me, right? I’ll enjoy knowing it’s lingering in your thoughts forever, Sebastian.”

“Say that again, Gaunt, I fucking dare you,” Sebastian said, his words practically a snarl as he twisted on his heel to grab Ominis’ by the collar and if it wasn’t for you jumping up and moving between them — he might have continue the fight, “so you’re defending him now too, are you?” 

“What I’m doing is stopping this madness! We are together for a funeral, for Merlin’s sake.”

Sebastian finally let go of Ominis’ collar and when the blonde man continued inside, you scoffed and looked away from Sebastian — dusting down your skirt, before you headed for home. It was impossible to deny that you were afraid of Sebastian in this moment and yet, the sight of his hands bloodied and bruised — ignited such a warm feeling inside you, that you were unsure of how to handle it. You hadn’t noticed Sebastian following you, until she reached home, simply wishing to change your clothing before you picked up your daughter, but it was only after Sebastian grabbed the back of your skirt and pulled you back towards him — that you gasped softly with the action. 

“Sebastian —”

“I don’t want you to talk — not about what happened or him, I just need you…” Sebastian said, spinning you around so that you were now facing him and it seemed that before you could even do anything — whether you would have denied him what he wanted or not, Sebastian gripped the back of your neck and pulled you into a heated kiss, “I’m going to fuck any thought of him — out of you.” 

In the next moment, Sebastian’s hands travelled to the top of your blouse and ripped it equally to either side of your body, making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He was not trying to be gentle, clearly still upset and although you felt nervous — there was a part of you that was so turned on, that you pushed forward to feel him touch you. Sebastian was perhaps being a little cruel, ignoring your silent plea to be touched as he crouched down to rip the rest of your skirt off you — leaving you completely bare and his for the taking. Biting back a moan as Sebastian directed you towards the sofa, your eagerness to be directed and ordered however he liked, seemingly doing nothing more than turning him on, you yelped softly — when he pushed over the side of it, your face now pressed against the cushions. 

You always enjoyed Sebastian roughing you around a bit, the excitement it sent through your body — felt like waves of electricity and yet, today felt different. It was as if he was needing to relieve the anger bubbling up inside him and when you choked back a soft cry in pleasure — you felt his knee part your legs. Sebastian often got overheated, work being the main cause for it usually and that always left you to be the one to help calm him down — in any way he needed. But this time, his anger seeped out and morphed into a mixture of pain and hatred — but not for you, for the idea that he could lose you and to someone he once treated as a brother, so he was simply losing it all together. Feeling his hand slide down between your shoulder blades, along your spine and towards your ass, Sebastian gives you no time to hesitate before he striked you harshly — the loud crack mixing quickly with your moans. 

“Is…there any truth to what he said?” Sebastian asked, but it was more of a growl as your back arched and your ass pushed towards him in response, his free hand now gripping unforgivingly against your hip — most certainly leaning his mark as you whined, before he strikes you again, making you cry out once more, “do you want to fuck Ominis?”

You feel your legs shudder at the impact as your face pressed harder against the cushions, Sebastian didn’t even allow you to respond or retort his question, before reaching forward to lift you up by your hair — his fingers tensing through it when you whimper out and shake your head, your mouth opening, “I-I…don’t, Sebastian — please, fuck me.” 

“You think you deserve that? After you looked at me like…I was a monster?” 

“I was just afraid — you scared me,” You said, breathlessly as he pulled your head back to see your face, your eyes looking up and noticing the intensity in his expression, so you moaned softly and swallowed the saliva — now building up in your mouth, “I just don’t want you to do something you’d regret...” 

Sebastian could see the shift in your gaze as you looked at him, a mixture of neediness and concern—almost as if you were worried that he would leave you to whimper about naked and desperate, Sebastian tensed his jaw and leaned down towards your ear, unbuckling his pants, “you think I’d regret hurting Ominis? Perhaps…but that’s none of your concern — in fact, I don’t want you to even think about him, do I make myself clear?”

“He’s still my friend, Sebastian…or was, I don’t want to lose him —”

“You truly think that’s all he wants from you? I didn’t realise you were so innocent, or perhaps…you’re more foolish than I thought?” Sebastian said, pulling your head back further and moving his free hand to place his fingers into your mouth, pushing it open — before you moaned and suddenly felt his cock pressed up against your ass, “trust me when I say he doesn’t want to be your friend. He wants one thing from you and it’s the one thing he’ll never get — not while I still have air in my lungs.” 

You had little chance to respond, with Sebastian simply shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth, inciting a wet moan to slip out and before you could squirm or do anything else — you could do little else, but cry out in pleasure as Sebastian pushed you back down against the sofa and slammed his cock straight into you. Your arousal from being handled so harshly, had done well to make you wet enough that he slipped in with such ease and yet, perhaps Sebastian might not have cared in that moment — except eventually he would and when you needed the aftercare you so loved, he’d give it to you, no matter how angry he was. The thrusting happened quickly and almost unkind as his movements pushed you roughly into the sofa — the action alone, forcing you to muffle your mewls of pleasure against the cushions. 

But despite the forcefulness of his thrusts and the grip his hands now had against your hips, simply keeping you attached to him as he refused to allow you a moment to breathe, you suddenly gasped — when he pulled you up by your hair and moved his hand to your throat, “do you feel that? Do you feel my cock inside you? That’s the only cock you should ever need…and I don’t want you to ever forget that.”

“S-Sebastian…fuck, please —”

“Yeah I feel good, don’t I? You enjoy how my cock fills you up,” Sebastian said, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make you moan, but not enough to hurt you — his other hand now pulling your hips down hard against him as his thrusts grew rougher, “tell me you only want my cock…tell me Ominis means nothing to you or…I won’t let you cum.” 

You squirmed at his request, partly due to the fact that even Sebastian saying his name alone, caused his thrusts to grow so harsh — that you were sure your ass was now red and so you moaned as your fingers dug into the sofa, “Sebastian…I don’t —”

“Tell me…he means nothing or I’ll stop.”

“Please…don’t stop — fuck, Sebastian…I’m so close,” You said, or practically whined out as his thrusts slowed to almost a stop and when you attempted to push back against him, hoping to urge him to continue — his grip on your throat tightened a little harder, while his other hand striked your ass and waited for you to say it, so you did, “he…means nothing to me…nothing, now please, Sebastian — let me finish.”

The words were enough to drive Sebastian to continue his thrusting, to the point that he let go of your throat so your face now slammed into the cushions and your thighs hit roughly against the side of the sofa — and yet you didn’t care as your moans clearly showed how good it felt. Sebastian just needed you now, Ominis, the argument and the stolen moment, simply didn’t matter as he moved his fingers to tease your clit — only until the position grew unexciting. In a matter of seconds, Sebastian pulled out his cock with a low grunt and spun you around — only to pick you up quickly and thrust himself straight back into you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you squirmed, desperately for more. 

You welcomed the new position happily, so you could watch Sebastian’s face when he reached his climax — but more than that, you were desperate to kiss him, to feel connected to him in every aspect and so you leaned forward as his thrusts grew faster. When your lips collided with his, you whined softly, feeling him consider pulling away — before he gave into the love he truly felt for you and quickly deepened the kiss, his tongue hot and just as eager. Eventually his thrusts grew sloppy, his grip on your thighs as he pulled you down towards him as he pushed up — you cried out in pleasure, when you felt him pull his mouth from yours and pressed your head into his shoulder. 

“You’re mine.”

Feeling you gasp against his shoulder, Sebastian thrusted into you as deep as he could push himself inside you and dug his nails into your back as his release exploded — coating your walls and spilling out slightly, with the last few thrusts he did. You reached your climax shortly after, the feeling of his cock sliding his fluids against your clit — just hard enough to cause you to squirm as you cried out again at the sensation. Your body felt weak, the moment Sebastian stilled his movements and yet, refused to pull himself out of you, while you whimpered at your heightened sensitivity — the slight twitching of his cock still deep within you, causing you to whimper. You eventually tried to move, your legs growing numb around Sebastian’s waist, but he refused to let you go — his grip on you softer now and filled with that attention to the aftercare you always needed. 

“Are you hurt? The blood on you…isn’t yours right?” Sebastian asked, perhaps much too late, considering if he had hurt you, nothing could be done about it now — but you shook your head against his shoulder, kissing his neck as he hummed and caressed your back, slowly taking you towards the bathroom, “I let my emotions get the best of me...did I go too far?”

“No…Sebastian, you didn’t.” 

Sebastian kissed your shoulder softly and finally slipped his cock out of you, before he slowly supported you against the edge of the bathtub — his gaze looking over you as if he was checking how badly he marked you, only stopping when you pulled his face up to look at you, “I let him get to me, for that I must apologise for, but —”

“I promise you, Sebastian, nothing’s happened between us,” You said, leaning forward to kiss him softly, before he forced a smile and nodded, kissing you back — just enough that you felt satisfied and yet, when you whined, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you caressed his jaw, “you don’t have to believe Ominis…but I’d hope you believe me.”

“I just got jealous…and overheated, can you forgive me for that?”

You didn’t know what you felt anymore, the sensation of Sebastian’s body bringing you to your climax taking over every part of your mind, that should have been still upset with him for hurting his friend — and yet, all you wanted was him to hold you, to distract you from your lingering thoughts about another man, “can you stay with me?”

“I really should go get our daughter,” Sebastian said, his hands reaching forward to push the hair away from your shoulders — the action alone causing you to shudder, before he stood up and fixed his trousers, a soft smile forming on his face when you reached for his hands, “Madam Davenport will be wondering what’s going on —”

“Can’t you at least help me run a bath…please?”

Sebastian hummed softly and nodded, leaning down to kiss your forehead, before he rolled his sleeves up and reached behind you to turn on the tap — the soft sound of running water, now causing your body to relax completely, “would you like me to wash your hair?”

You can only nod as Sebastian helps you into the bath and you whimper softly, the warm water softening your skin — before you hummed happily, feeling his hands massage through your hair and so you closed your eyes. This is what your relationship was meant to be, what it was before Ominis came back into your lives and yet, now it seemed as if everything was changing — and you had no idea what was going to happen next.    

[nepofminspo]

         happy  friday  !  this  weekend  will  be  the  THIRD  of  many  upcoming  meme  weekends  .  if  you  wish  to  participate  ,  please  TAG  YOURSELF  (  DO  NOT  REBLOG  )  in  the  comments  .  if  you  see  any  characters  tagged  ,  please  be  sure  to  send  memes  as  well  to  ensure  that  everyone  participating  is  included  !  you  may  choose  one  (  or  more  )  of  the  following  to  send  to  people  .  questions  may  be  sent  all  weekend  (  friday  –  sunday  )  and  answered  at  player’s  convenience  .

HONESTY  WEEKEND

with  messages  sent  on  anonymous  ,  your  character(s)  MUST  answer  anything  truthfully  .  however  ,  this  information  cannot  be  used  in  game  and  will  only  be  used  for  ooc  purposes  (  ie.  headcanons  ,  plotting  ,  etc.  )

🐝  *  ―  𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑾. 

[ cherry ]  what is one thing you love about yourself?

[ crimson ]  what is one thing you wish you could change about yourself?

[ scarlet ]  what is one thing you wish you could do?

[ ruby ]  give one random fun fact about yourself.

[ tangerine ]  do you speak other languages? if yes, which?

[ amber ]  which is your favorite season? why?

[ bronze ]  if you were stranded on a deserted island, which three things would you want to have with you?

[ apricot ]  what do you think your life will be like in ten years?

[ canary ]  do you have pets? if yes, how many and what?

[ lemon ]  do you believe in ghosts? how about aliens?

[ bumblebee ]  where have you always wanted to travel to?

[ blonde ]  what is your favorite type of music? favorite artist? favorite song?

[ lime ]  describe yourself as a character / mix of characters you’ve always related to the most.

[ emerald ]  bonus round: coffee or tea? morning or night? extroverted or introverted? hot or cold? fruits or vegetables? sweet or salty?

FOUND  FAMILY  PROMPTS

“   you’re not alone,  not anymore .   ”

“   i didn’t really have anyone before you guys .   ”

“   thank you for everything you’ve done for me .   ”

“   you’re my family .   ”

“   you’re my family,  screw what everyone else says .   ”

“   i now have a life i like living because of your support .   ”

“   you’re the best thing that ever happened to me .   ”

“   hey, i got you .   ”

“   let us take care of you .   ”

“   a fight doesn’t change anything between us .   ”

“   we still care about you .   ”

“   you know you can talk to me about anything, right ?   ”

“   if you need anything i’ll be there for you .   ”

“   you’ll always have a place with us .   ”

“   i’ve got your back .   ”

“   i love you .   ”

“   do you want a hug ?   ”

“   i’m here,  i promise .   ”

“   i’m not going anywhere .   ”

“   are you okay ?   ”

“   hey, [name].  tell me what’s wrong .   ”

“   i’m going to prank [name],  do you want to help me ?   ”

“   you’re one of us now .   ”

actions.

( hug )  -  for the sender’s muse to hug the receiver’s muse after an emotional moment .

( kiss )  -  for the sender’s muse to kiss the receiver’s muse on the forehead, head, cheek, [insert where you want ] .

( bed )  -  for the sender’s muse to join the receiver’s muse on their bed and cuddle after a long day .

( food )  -  for our muses to cook together .

( tears ) - for the sender’s muse to wipe the receiver’s muse tears .

( blanket )  -  for the sender’s muse to place a blanket on top of the receiver’s muse after a hard day / after they’ve fallen asleep somewhere .

( help )  -  for the sender’s muse to patch the receiver’s muse up .

( reconciliation )  -  for our muse to make up after a fight .

( fun )  -  for our muses to spent the day doing fun activities together .

( protect )  -  for the sender’s muse to step between the receiver’s muse and a threat to protect them .

SEND  FOR  A  TEXT

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[a-crack-in-the-universe]

Shadows

Terraqua Week Day 5 - Shadows

@terraquaweek

It had been over a year since they’d been reunited, but Aqua and Terra still weren’t as close as Aqua would’ve liked them to be. Long ago, they’d told each other almost everything. But now… She sighed. They’d been separated for ten years, had changed so much, and there was a distance between them that she didn’t know how to bridge. They smiled and laughed and made casual conversation, but they didn’t tell each other their secrets, spend time alone together or do whatever close best friends usually did. It was like there was a barrier between them.     

She’d tried to approach Terra, but either he would avoid her, or she would chicken out at the last moment and walk away. Truthfully, part of her was hesitant to confront him about his issues, because it would mean that he could confront her about her own issues, which she wasn’t sure if she was ready for. Usually, she would let him have his space, but she was also worried about him. She knew from Ven that Terra wasn’t speaking much with him either.

She needed to figure out a way to get Terra to finally talk to her, and she thought she knew the one person who could help her. Namine.

She hadn’t meant to, but she’d overheard a snippet of Terra and Namine talking, and so she knew that Terra was meeting with Namine. That stung a bit, though she tried not to take it personally. Terra could talk to whoever he wanted, but, well, she wished he would talk to her first and not Namine, damn it. But if he was speaking with Namine, perhaps Namine could give her some advice on how to get Terra to talk to her. So one day she decided to pay the younger blonde girl a visit in Twilight Town.       

She found Namine sitting cross-legged outside the Twilight Town Mansion.

‘Hello, Aqua,’ the blonde-haired girl smiled up at her from where she sat on the grass, drawing. ‘What can I do for you?’

‘You’re friends with Terra, right?’ Aqua flushed slightly. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spy, but saw you and Terra talking one time in the Land of Departure.’

Namine didn’t seem to mind. She nodded, smiling. ‘Yes, we’re special friends.’

‘I… need some advice,’ Aqua admitted. ‘It’s about Terra.’ Seeing the question in Namine’s eyes, she added, ‘Nothing’s wrong with him, it’s just that I feel like he’s avoiding me, and I don’t know how to convince him to open up. Since you’re friends with him, I thought you might know anything I could do…’

‘If Terra isn’t ready to tell you his story yet, I’m not sure you can force him,’ Namine said. ‘You of all people should know how hard it is to speak about painful truths.’

Aqua flushed, then sighed. ‘I know. I’m just worried about him. I’ve tried to be patient and wait for him to be ready, but it doesn’t feel like it’s working. I just want him to talk to me.’

Namine sighed. ‘I understand, but I won’t tell his story for him. It’s something he has to do for himself.’

‘But he talks to you about it,’ Aqua said. ‘Why?’

Namine smiled sadly at her. ‘It may be because I already know what he’s been through, so it’s easier for him to open up to me. I visited him in his memories while he was… trapped, and we formed a connection. We were both lost and alone and I think it helped to have someone who knew what the other was going through.’       

She hesitated, then added, ‘I won’t tell his story for him, but I’ll say this, what he endured was so difficult. I’m not surprised he hasn’t spoken of it to you yet. I am not making light of what you went through—I know it must have been just as terrible. But Terra, he’d lost his body and heart, and he was at the mercy of Master Xehanort. It’s a different kind of terrible, not knowing if you’ll ever truly exist and be free again.’

Aqua thought about that. Yes, she thought, Namine was right. It was a different kind of terrible fate. Being trapped in the Realm of Darkness was horrible and she would never wish it on anyone, but it was different to what Terra had endured. Equally horrible, but different. She wasn’t sure she’d ever understand what it was like to lose one’s body and agency. Or what it was like to be forced to serve your abuser.  

‘He hasn’t told me much about that time,’ Aqua said quietly. ‘I know he’s been through a lot, just like I have. I met him a few brief times when I was in the Realm of Darkness and it always hurt me to see how worn down and depressed he looked. I’m not sure if he’ll ever want to tell me anything.’    

‘He will tell you someday,’ Namine reassured her. ‘But you may need to take the first step.’

‘I’ll try,’ she said. ‘But I can’t promise anything.’ It takes two to tango, after all, she thought grimly. If Terra didn’t want to share his burdens with her, there wasn’t anything she could do.

‘He does love you a lot,’ Namine said, as Aqua was about to leave. ‘I saw it whenever I connected to him through his memories. His memories of you were a beautiful warm golden colour.'

Somehow, that warmed Aqua’s heart greatly, and stayed with her when she returned to the Land of Departure. If Terra cared that much, then there was still hope.

She didn’t seek him out straight away, for he was away in Radiant Garden, buying groceries for their home and speaking with Ansem the Wise and his apprentices. But she waited cross-legged on the floor outside his bedroom until he came back and almost tripped over her while trying to enter. He stared at her in surprise as he noticed her.    

She took a deep breath and said, ‘We need to talk.’       

He looked at her for a long moment, saw the determination in her eyes. Then his shoulders slumped and he nodded. ‘Yeah, I guess we do.’

‘We’ve been avoiding each other for too long,’ she said, when they were sitting on Terra’s bed. ‘I know things have been weird between us, even before we were separated, and it’s hard to talk about some things. But I miss you, Terra, and I’m tired of it. I just want us back.’

She blinked back the tears that suddenly stung her eyes. Please, she thought, I just want my best friend back.

Terra stared at her, then looked away. ‘I know, I feel the same way. But it’s just so hard. It’s easier to avoid you, then I don’t have to face all of the pain I caused you.’

‘You didn’t cause me any pain,’ she whispered. ‘It was my choice to stay in the Realm of Darkness. I did it for you, to save you. I couldn’t let you fall to darkness.’

‘You wouldn’t have had to make that sacrifice if I hadn’t stupidly gotten myself possessed by Xehanort,’ Terra said bitterly. ‘So it was my fault, in a way. And you didn’t save me, not really. I was still under Xehanort’s control and had to watch as he brought ruin to so many worlds. And—’ He looked at her and hesitated, clearly unsure if he should say any more.

Aqua put a hand on his arm. She couldn’t let them go back to avoiding each other and their problems—after all, that was what brought them to this point in the first place.  

‘Just tell me,’ she urged him. ‘We can’t keep avoiding each other like this and not sharing our problems. Whatever it is you need to say, I can handle it. Besides, it might help to share the burden.’

He let out a sudden breath and nodded. ‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘I’ll try to explain. You were in the Realm of Darkness, but at least you had your body. I didn’t really exist, except as the Heartless that was always behind Xehanort. Sometimes my consciousness wasn’t even aware of the real world—it was stuck in a void of--of Nothingness, I guess. It was like darkness, but also not. A world without Darkness or Light. And in the void, pain and sorrow and anger washed over me and I couldn’t do anything except writhe in agony. But then Xehanort would come, and it became worse. He’d use my heart to hurt people. I tried to resist, but I couldn’t quite do it, and it hurt so much. I was… helpless.’

Oh, Terra… Aqua couldn’t help but try to hold his hand, but Terra moved his hand out of her reach and looked away.              

‘I was alone for so long, and then Namine found me,’ Terra continued. ‘She called herself a witch and said that she’d found me by following the memories belonging to those I’d met in the past. She asked me to guide you, and I did. I thought that would be it, but she came back to see me, again and again. Sometimes it was hard to tell if I still existed or not, because I didn’t even have a body, but she reminded me that I did exist, and that there was still hope for me. That I needed to keep fighting.’        

‘I spoke to her earlier today,’ Aqua admitted. ‘She’s a good person.’

‘She is,’ Terra agreed. ‘She helped me see the light, when I was lost and alone and in pain. I don’t think I could have made my way back to you and Ven if it weren’t for her. Sora helped me break free in the end, but Namine helped me find my way back. I owe her so much.’

There was a lot of warmth in his voice when he spoke of Namine.     

‘She said you’re friends,’ Aqua said. ‘And that you made a connection with each other while you were both gone.’

‘We are,’ Terra said. ‘We’re good friends. I’m not sure how it happened exactly. I think we just connected. When I first met her, she still had a body, but the last few times, she had lost herself, like I had. She would follow the chain of memories to find me, sometimes right when I was beginning to forget I ever existed. I think—I like to think we gave each other heart and strength.’

Aqua reached out to hold his hand and squeezed it gently. This time Terra let her. ‘You did, I’m sure of it,’ she said. ‘You’re both here now, after all, so it must have worked.’

‘You really think so?’ he asked her shyly.

‘Yeah.’

She smiled at him, and he smiled back.

‘Thank you for sharing with me,’ she said. ‘I’m so glad you’re here now, that you were able to find your way back to us. I don’t know what I’d do without you.’

‘You’re one of the strongest people I know, Aqua. You would’ve managed,’ he said. ‘I know you would have.’

‘Yes, I probably would have,’ she agreed. ‘I would have survived. But it wouldn’t have been the same without you. I missed you so much while you were gone, and I know Ven did too. If you were gone forever, if you hadn’t been able to come back, it would’ve been devastating for us. And for me.’   

Tears glinted in Terra’s eyes, even as he smiled at her. And then she hugged him. Terra started in surprise at it, but after a moment he relaxed completely and returned her embrace. It felt so right, for both of them, and Aqua couldn’t help but smile widely, joy filling her heart up to the brim.

‘So, are we okay?’ she murmured. ‘I’ve missed you so much.’

She felt Terra laugh quietly. ‘Yeah, I think we are.’

‘Good.’

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Burning (1)

Sebastian sallow x F! reader

angst/jealousy/fluff

Summary: You loved your boyfriend Leander. But what happens when things get messy? And what happens when you start to see your friend Sebastian in a different light?

Authors Notes: This was supposed to come out a LONG time ago, but I got lazy. This part is kind of short, but I'll try to make the next ones longer. not proofread!

You leaned into Leander as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You liked it when he held you, he didn't seem to do much of that anymore. Keeping track of the conversation around you was hard. You stood in the hallway while Leander spoke to his friends, two Gryffindor's you didn't even know the names of. You hadn't any idea of what they were talking about until you heard a topic you did know, Summoners Court. Feeling the need to contribute to the conversation you spoke up, "Leander remember in 5th year when I beat you in Summoners Court?" You flashed him a smile, expecting one back at the mention of the memory. But instead, he only looked displeased and slightly irritated. "You only won that because of luck, how many times must I tell you that?" He turned back to his friends, "Truthfully she has no idea how to play the game. She wouldn't understand any sport at all if not for me. Right MC?" He looked at you expectantly with a raise of his brows. You only nodded and gave a soft smile, "Right." His other two friends only laughed at your tenderness before talking about something else. You suddenly felt uncomfortable under his touch and wanted to leave the situation as you were feeling quite embarrassed. You looked around the hallway until you spotted Sebastian and Ominis not to far from you. The two had been your best friends since 5th year, seeming as you went through so much together. You turned back to Leander who was still talking to his friends. You cleared your throat before speaking, "Hey Leander, is it okay if I go and talk to Sebastian and Ominis over there?" When you spoke, you realized your voice sounded smaller than you meant it to be. It usually sounded this way when you spoke to him though. Leander rolled his eyes at the mention of your two friends, "How often are you going to be hanging around those two? It seems you like them more than your own boyfriend." He accused. You looked up to see that his friends were watching your exchange, "Oh, I can stay if you-" he interrupted you, "Its whatever. Go ahead" He lifted his arm off of you and put it back to his side. You whispered a thank you before giving him a peck on the cheek. You walked away from Leander and started to approach your two closet friends.

The freckled boy seemed to notice you first, his face instantly brightening, "Well, if it isn't Ms. L/N" he said with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes at him playfully, "Hi Seb, Ominis." Ominis greeted you with a nod of his head and a smile. Sebastian looked towards where you came from before looking back at you with an annoyed expression, "Were you just hanging around Prewett?" He asked with a raise of his brow. "I wasn't 'hanging around him' Sebastian, he's my boyfriend." Sebastian looked a little disappointed at your response before masking it with a neutral expression, "I know that. it just makes me upset to know that one of my bestfriends is dating a prick." He said, sounding slightly irritated. But not at you, more at the mention of Leander. You decided to brush off his comment, not wanting to speak about your boyfriend. You turned to your blonde friend, "How are you today Ominis?" He only sighed before answering, "I would be just fine if our friend here wasn't dragging me off to go watch the quidditch match today." Sebastian only laughed before ruffling Ominis's hair, "You know you want to Ominis. Will you be coming to cheer me on as well MC?" Sebastian asked with hopeful eyes. "I've already told you Sebastian, I'm coming to watch the match, but I'll be cheering for Gryffindor." You replied with a smile. Your friend only scoffed before placing a firm grip on your shoulder, "You know you don't just have to cheer for Gryffindor because Prewett's playing. Don't you want to sit in the stands of the winning team." he suggested, trying to convince you. You had felt a little weird when Sebastian touched you. It wasn't a bad weird though, it was comforting, like a warm blanket. Leander had never made you feel that way before. You picked up Sebastians hand and dropped it off your shoulder, "Sorry Seb but I'm pretty sure Gryffindor's gonna win. Leander's been practicing nonstop for the game today." you said, feeling confident in your boyfriends' skills. Ominis spoke up, "Thats true, I've heard that the Gryffindors have been out there practicing almost every day." Sebastian gave Ominis a rude side glance, even though he couldn't see it. "Whose side are you on Ominis?" Sebastian accused. Ominis only shrugged with a smile causing you to let out a laugh. You only got to speak with your friends for a little while longer until you all had to get to your next class.

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You and Poppy were tending to the beast when Professor Howin announced that class was now over. You shared a glace with Poppy before she grabbed your hand and started running. You only laughed as the girl dragged you behind her, "Poppy slow down!" you squealed. She stopped running and turned her pace into a fast walk, allowing you to walk side by side with her. "I cannot wait for the match! I know that Hufflepuff isn't in it, but it is still exciting all the same!" You smiled at your friend's enthusiasm, "I'm excited as well, Leander has really been looking forward to this." You two continued to chat until you neared the quidditch field. You and poppy made your way through the stands until you found a seat in the Gryffindor section. It was only a couple more minutes until the teams came out. Gryffindor came out first and you cheered as you saw Leander. You screamed out his name and expected him to find you in the crowd, maybe give you a smile, but instead it looked like something else had caught his attention. You looked around the stand to see what caught his gaze. But that's when you noticed that what held his eyes was no other than Violet Dupier. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. You tried not to think much of it, but it was hard not to feel a little jealous of her. Violet had smooth white hair that ended at her shoulders. And eyes that were greener than emeralds. Violet is a pretty girl, and you wondered if Leander was thinking the same. You brushed off the thought as you saw the Slytherins enter. When you saw Sebastian enter you started to jokingly boo. His eyes found you in the crowd and he flashed you a smile before blowing you a kiss. You pretended to catch it and hold it to your heart, mockingly batting your eyelashes. Sebastian playfully rolled his eyes before he moved away to get into position. Poppy shot you a suggestive look before nudging you with her shoulder, "What was that all about MC? You like how Sebastian looks in uniform?" You rolled your eyes before letting out a soft laugh, "We were only joking Poppy. You know I'm here for Leander." You answered. Poppy responded with a hum and you both turned to watch the game as it started.

It was a long game, but it eventually ended with a win for Gryffindor. You said goodbye to Poppy and walked down the steps to meet Leander on the field. When you spotted him, he was already speaking to someone, Violet. You rolled your eyes and was about to leave until someone put their hand on your shoulder from behind and spun you to face them. You looked up to see that it was sour looking Sebastian. His hair was quite messy from the game, and his face a bit flushed. "You really thought that was funny huh? to boo me." He asked with a raise of his brow. You gave him a smile, "oh I thought it was very funny." you teased. He grinned and gave you a soft push on the shoulder before speaking again, "I guess you were right though, Gryffindor for the win." he shrugged. You gasped dramatically, "wow, is the Sebastian Sallow really admitting that he was wrong? maybe now he'll have less of an ego." you joked. He only shook his head at you, "Cmon now MC, you know that'll never happen." You softly laughed before becoming a little serious, "I am sorry that you lost though. I know you wanted to win your first game." He looked down at the dirt while shuffling on his feet, "Its whatever, there'll be more games." You felt bad for your friend, knowing how hard he had practiced for the game. You opened your arms to him offering a hug which he accepted. He rested his head on top of yours and you could feel his chest rising and falling against you. The hug didn't last long as you were ripped off of him. You knew who it was as soon as they started speaking. "What the fuck do you think you're doing Sallow?" You only sighed as your boyfriend started yelling. Sebastian turned to face him, "Calm down Prewett, I'm not trying to do anything." Leander only scoffed, "Really? Cause that's not what it looks like to me." You put your hand on Leander's arm, "It's alright, I was just giving him a hug." you said, trying to deescalate the situation. Leander shoved your hand off him before gripping your arm tightly, you knew it would leave a bruise. "Did I ask you to say something MC?" Leander questioned, glaring at you. Sebastion shoved Leander off of you, "She doesn't have to ask your permission to talk Prewett." Sebastian was a couple inches taller than Leander, and he was definitely bigger since he was a Beater and Leander was only a Chaser. It seemed that Leander came to this same realization as he started to back off. "Whatever Sallow, I don't have time for this. Let's go MC." Leander looked at you, waiting for you to come and stand next to him. Sebastian looked down at you and shook his head slightly, telling you not to go. You mumbled a sorry before leaving his side to go stand next to Leander. He grabbed your hand and you two began to walk back to Hogwarts. You knew that if you hadn't gone with Leander, it would only make things worse. Besides, you loved Leander, and he loved you. Right? "I shouldn't have grabbed you like that, I'm sorry. I just don't like seeing you with him." he paused before continuing, "Do you forgive me?" he asked. You kept your gaze on the ground as you two walked, "I forgive you." you mumbled.

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