chocolate wrap

anonymous asked:

Hey anti, want some chocolate? *holds up vodka filled chocolate that is wrapped in Lindor wrapping* want one Oliver?

Oliver looks at you in disappointment. “You know that my scanners can reveal the contents of that, right?” He shakes his head and tosses the chocolate into the incinerator.

no offense but who is the leading art director of this movie. the reverse pillow shading that in hindsight makes no sense at all. the facial expression that conveys an emotion not yet invented. the jarring magenta of the chocolate bar wrapping that for most people who have experience with 2d games bring back memories of The Absolute Magenta, a pink so eyefuckingly ugly it is essentially only used as the “transparency color” only because nobody right in their mind would use it as a design element. the fucking eyes

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I hosted an impromptu Pride and Prejudice tea party! Kind of went on a baking craze here with what was supposed to be just a simple movie night, but I made a bunch of things I’ve never done before so it was really fun! The raspberry jam was from a jar, but other than that I made everything by hand! Super happy with how everything turned out!

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word count: 9,018 (i was gonna split this up, but decided to just keep it together. it’s long. put on your favorite sweatpants and grab that bag of hot cheetos you’ve been saving before you dig into this thing.)

author’s note: GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN? BERRY’S BACK, TELL A FRIEND. welcome to the first installment of my college!shawn series, which takes place during Y/N’s (that’s you) freshman year. it’s got fluff, angst, and some pretty stupid decisions on everyone’s part. title from “shot down” by khalid, as per a recommendation from @light-up-shawn. enjoy.


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i.

Upon your arrival to college, you had been on the receiving end of entirely too much advice from various relatives, older friends, and even strangers. Don’t walk alone at night, don’t sign up for eight AM classes, don’t drink the “jungle juice” at any frat parties.

Your parents had told you to focus on your studies and seek tutoring help if you needed it. Your sister had encouraged you to join a sorority to really be at “the heart” of university life, as if you knew what that meant. The only advice your cousin gave you was to always remember your room key and to pack a pair of shower shoes, the latter of which she accompanied with a shudder - you could piece together that anecdote on your own.

But nobody had prepared you for this particular problem.

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Bribes

Hey! I love your writing and I was wondering if you could this one from the list with remus please “I am headboy/headgirl, and i’ve been asked to give a presentation on safe sexual practices, and you will not stop asking me uncomfortable questions to embarrass me, please stop, i know you know the answer to that, we did it last night” Hope you have a lovely day! :D

 sorry for the long wait! College is crazy and there’s not enough hours in the day! hope you like it!

“I can’t believe I have to do this,Remus grumbled as he ran his hand through his messy locks. He was waiting for you to come down from the girl dorms. You were a sixth year student and Remus was the Gryffindor head boy, something he was hating immensely today.

“You ready love?” you said as you bounded down the stairs, grabbing his hand as he huffed.

“Ready as I’ll ever be. I can’t believe I have to teach our house about safe sex…” he grumbled.

“You better hope your bribes worked, it looked like Sirius and James had a 10-foot parchment full of embarrassing questions.” You smirked.

“I promised I would do their DADA homework for a whole month, they better keep up with their end of the bargain.” You merely laughed as he grudgingly made his way alongside you to the room of requirements, where the class was set to be taught.

Just as you would’ve guessed, Sirius and James were seated right at the front of the class, Peter dozing off next to James and Sirius waving you down, pointing to the empty seat next to him.

“You’re going to do great, just don’t make eye contact, and if you’re nervous just look at me.” You said, kissing him reassuringly before making your way to the rest of the marauders.

“All ready boys?” You whispered, a devious smile appearing on your face, the boys gave you a thumbs up and handed you a small piece of parchment.

“Ahem, I’m Remus Lupin and Professor McGonagall has assigned me to run this safe sex course.” Everything was running smoothly, Remus kept a monotonous voice so he wouldn’t get too flustered about such topics, he even did the demonstration of how to properly put on a condom with a banana without dying of embarrassment due to the catcalls coming from Sirius.

“Alright, I think we covered everything, any questions?” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

Your hand shot up in the air as Sirius and James covered their mouths.

“Um yes, Y/N?”

“How do you know if you’re pleasing your partner?” you asked with an innocent smile.

“Um.. er, I don’t think this is a prudent question.”

“I mean, how do you know you did well, like what if they’re not moaning? Or pulling your hair?”

“Y/N…” he hissed as the whole class snickered, well Sirius and James were full on cackling.

“If they don’t moan, does that mean you failed? How can someone improve based on that?”

“Bloody hell, Y/N you were bloody terrific last night, you have my finger marks on your hips, what more validation do you need? Can we move on now please?” Remus sputtered.

That was all it took for the marauders and you to fall over laughing, the rest of the class began laughing but stopped as soon as they saw the wrath in Remus’s eyes. The class was dismissed and you made your way to Remus, a sheepish smile on your face.

“I’m so sorry love, they bribed me with chocolate, like a crazy amount of chocolate.” You said, wrapping your arms around his lean torso, burying your face in his chest as he sighed.

“I truly believe those two are a terrible influence on you.”

“Me too, but Remus, it’s imported chocolate from France!”

He merely chuckled leading you out of the room, hand in hand. He had the rest of the week to plan his revenge on his best friends but for now he had a private lesson for you…

Bangtan reaction to you coming to them crying

Kim Seokjin

“Shhhhhh, tell me what’s wrong sweetheart.” Jin would tell you as he gave a big hug while kissing your forehead. He would really by upset that you’re sad. He would sit in front of you and give you a little massage to try and distress you.

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Min Yoongi

Yoongi wouldn’t say much at first, he’d just let you cry it all out while you were in his arms, He’d wait for you told talk when you were ready to. He would rub your back softly. “You’re safe with me love, if you want to talk about I’m here.”

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Jung Hoseok

Hoseok would be trying to make you laugh and do silly things to cheer you up, but when that didn’t work he’d get a like choked up. Hobi would feel so sad that you were upset. He would take you into his arms and hold you close. “Don’t be sad jagi, I’ll be your sunshine and cheer you up.”

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Kim Namjoon

Namjoon would talk it out with you, asking you what was wrong and just listening to what you had to say. He wouldn’t leave you side till he knew that you were feeling better, then he would take you out for ice cream. “Does this help baby?”

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Park Jimin

Jimin would get tears in his eyes seeing you so upset. He’d go run you a nice warm bath, put some blankets and pjs in the dryer to make them all warm, then he’d make you soup for after your bath, making sure that he never left your side. “I’ll make sure you’re never upset again sweetie.”

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Kim Taehyung

Taehyung would make silly faces at to try and get you to laugh. When that didn’t work he would make you so hot chocolate and would wrap you lots of fuzzy blankets and put on your favorite movie/tv show on for you to watch. “We don’t have to do anything but this if you’re not up to it love.”

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Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would immediately take you into his arms, and carry you to your bed. He would lay beside holding you close while singing to you until you fell asleep. “It’s okay, we’ll talk about it when you get up honey.”

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-Masterlist

-Inbox

We are messy haired and freckle faced,
tan lines and sunburns and dirt under our nails.
We are fingers clasped around steaming styrofoam cups of
instant hot chocolate, wrapped in blankets and sat
in the dirt in front of a bonfire.
We are dirt covered bluejeans and dripping wet gloves,
rolled up sleeves of a hoodie already spattered with mud.
The wind blows against our faces,
hair breaking free from its ponytail and
brushing against chapped lips upturned in a smile.
We are wild and loud and messy and joyful and
we are alive.

We are brushed hair and made up faces now,
fading tans and cleaned up nails.
We are glasses of filtered water filled with ice,
drank at a granite counter in a warm and sunlit kitchen.
We are skinny jeans and flannels and leather boots,
suede jackets and knit sweaters and
not wearing something if there’s a stain on it.
We sit inside, away from the wind,
remembering the time we climbed into the sky
and felt truly on top of the world.
Thinking of the time we immersed ourselves in the dust
and could only think of how clean we felt inside.
Now, we are quiet and thoughtful and so missing that place,
but yes, we are still alive.

—  alive // c.r.h.
Rain (Stiles Stilinski)

Summary: a best friends to lovers fic based off the prompts, “we always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing the bed for the night is fine too,” and, “your lips are getting really close to mine.”

Warnings: there’s a touch of swearing here and there!

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: clichés are a personal favourite. I hope you like this! :)

Originally posted by deathcabjenny

When you’d left to visit a newly opened diner with your best friend, Stiles, it wasn’t raining. In fact, the sky was such a clear amber colour that you were convinced you’d be able to see the stars when evening broke. By the time you were leaving the diner, however, you were shown to have made a grave assumption.

“It’s pouring, Stiles,” you said dryly, peering out the diner windows. Stiles was beside you, zipping up the front of his hoodie. 

“Well done for stating the obvious, Y/N,” Stiles teased, causing you to groan in frustration. You hadn’t had the sense to bring a hoodie; instead you were wearing a thin shirt and a pair of jeans. One look outside at the sheets of rain cascading from the sky was enough to make you regret your decision completely.

“We’ll need to run,” you murmured, wishing one of you had had the sense to bring a car.

Stiles snorted, shaking his head. “I’d rather not. The rain is fun, Y/N! Loosen up a little,” you gave him an unimpressed look, reaching out to push his shoulder playfully.

“That’s easy for you to say - you have a hood!” Stiles grinned at this, nodding gleefully as he flicked the hood over his head.

“We should leave, I think the waiter’s getting impatient,” Stiles said, gesturing to where your waiter was lingering beside a couple who were clearly after your booth.

Humming in agreement, you followed Stiles towards the bar where you’d been instructed to pay. “How much was it?” You queried, not remembering the sum printed on the receipt.

Stiles waved his hand, digging in his jeans for his wallet. He pulled it out a moment later, nimble fingers pulling out a few notes with a flourish. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll pay.” 

“Stiles-” you tried to interject, only to be on the receiving end from one of his infamous glares.

“Y/N, this was my idea! Let me pay for you. Please,” one glance at the earnest expression on your best friend’s face and you gave in, knowing his stubborn nature to be a force to be reckoned with.

“Fine,” you grumbled, waiting beside him as Stiles settled the tab.

Once the money was exchanged, Stiles linked your arms together and pulled you towards the door. You groaned, the icy rain outside looking the opposite of inviting. Stiles spoke up, giving your arm a squeeze, “we’ve got to face it eventually, may as well do it now. Besides, my house is only a five minute walk away.”

“Let’s do it,” you agreed, figuring it made more sense to get it over with.

To say the rain was heavy was an understatement: the moment you stepped outside, raindrops were splashing all over your body, coating you from head to toe. You shrieked, speeding up considerably. Still attached to Stiles, the both of you began to speed walk in the direction of his house, the rain making the journey slightly difficult.

By the time you stumbled into Stiles’ porch, you were completely soaked through.

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The Beautiful Mess

Creators Summit, a silly, fun event YouTubers went to go and meet other YouTube creators. For Sean, the best part was meeting his friends again, since he lived farther away. It was always a treat to see Mark especially, well his boyfriend. It was the first day there and YouTube wanted to give the YouTubers a day to themselves and just relax, tomorrow would be a fun filled event.

Sean was waiting in a hotel room for Mark. Well their hotel room, they decided to share rooms since it was nice to be closer. Sean had gotten an earlier flight, since there was an attendant who offered the ticket to Sean. There were open seats on that flight and even though it wasn’t the same airplane company he usually rode with, he decided it’d be fun to be earlier by an hour.

Mark still thought that Sean’s plane was landing, which meant Mark was bound to come back in the room. It was a little surprise Sean planned. All of Mark’s stuff that he needed was still in the room like his wallet, car keys, etcetera. He texted Mark and smiled sending, ‘Hey, I just landed!’

Five minutes passed before he got a text back, 'Okay babe, I’ll be at the airport in twenty, is that okay?’ his eyes widened slightly. That meant Mark was now in a rush to get to the room. That was actually adorable…

'Perfect, thanks Markimoo. See you soon!’ He texted and sat on the bed cris cross, he waited for another text or something and a minute or two later he heard foot steps thumping quickly toward the door, he could only assume as his boyfriend. He sat up straight and faced toward the door on the edge of the bed in excitement and anxiousness.

Sean sat still as he heard muttering on the other side, some curse words and the poor guy probably had trouble opening the door. Sean stifled a laugh and got up to open the door. Sean turned the handle which lead Mark to mutter a “what the hell?” from the other side of the door.

Sean, with nervousness and excitement, opened the door and smiled brightly as he met eyes with his boyfriend.

“You forgot your key-” He was quickly cut off by Mark’s lips, pressed gently against Sean’s, sending the Irishman into pure bliss. Sean’s eyes fluttered close as his arms wrapped around Mark’s neck and Mark’s arms found their way around Sean’s waist.

Mark was the first to pull away from the kiss and a smile spread across his lips. “I missed you” Mark whispered and removed some of Sean’s green hair away from his eyes ever so gently.

“That’s why I got an earlier flight-” that’s when Sean noticed, Mark was shirtless and wet droplets coming down his bare chest and half wet hair.

Sean took in the sight of Mark’s presence, seeing the outline of his biceps and his eyes widened slightly seeing every outline of his abs on his chest.

“Sorry, I was out swimming in the indoor pool a couple levels up. Is that alright love?” Mark said tracing his thumb underneath the band of Sean’s grey sweatpants

•••

“What are you doing?” The ebony haired boy asked as his boyfriend plopped down on the bed, stomach first.

“Existential Crisis…” Dan mumbled as he buried his face into the snow white pillows.

“You wanna talk about it?” Phil spoke up as he went over to the bed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Yes please.” His voice was muffled in the soft pillow as he moved over for Phil. This usually happened, especially outside of Britain.

“Come here.” Phil said softly and positioned Dan so the brunette’s head was resting across his lap.

Phil gently started playing with Dan’s curly brown hair getting ready to listen. This had happened many times back in England, usually Phil would get Dan some hot chocolate or tea then wrap him up in a blanket. Now that they were in California this was the best they could do at the moment.

“Why do certain people think being different is so bad they start killing tons of people? What’s so wrong with liking the same gender or what’s wrong with liking two genders? Is it really so bad that the values of one person loving the same sex is worth a bombing? Is anything even worth bombing? Why do bombs exist?”

Dan was rambling and Phil knew not to interrupt, even if it was comforting words. It was Dan’s time for his thoughts to leave, plus it was pleasant just to do this every now and then. Letting Dan express himself as Phil would just give him acknowledgment that he was listening. To Phil, his favorite part was when Dan would fall asleep in the middle of a sentence and Phil got to see Dan sleep talk.

Fifteen minutes passed and Dan’s voice was much quieter and muttered out as he had completely gone side tracked and was now talking about dogs and their values, like most times. Even if the topic seemed a little taboo, Phil knew not to chuckle or let out a laugh of any kind. It was just rude and Dan might hold back certain thoughts in the future.

“and-and the dogs, they don’t get as much love as some dogs get which could~” and out like a light. Dan’s eyes had been closed for the last minute or two and now his breathing was a little heavier. Phil still gently ran his fingers through Dan’s hair.

Phil just sat there admiring his boyfriend, playing with his hair as a good boyfriend would do. He admired all of Dan’s features as his fingers brushed against his right cheek gently all the way to his jaw. He stifled a laugh when his fingers dipped underneath his jaw. He knew Dan had a very sensitive neck and could just moan from a touch of it.

His index finger caressed the side of his neck as he heard Dan let out a slight whimper, unsure if he was asleep or not, Phil decided to just not test Dan anymore and leave him at peace. He was about to pull Dan under the covers so he could sleep, until he felt Dan shift so his head was now sideways on Phil’s lap.

He let out a low groan as his fingers that were once simple actions, now sinful. He turned Dan’s head slightly so he could feel Dan’s breath against his clothed member. He was slowly getting turned on.

Phil shook his head, knowing it was wrong so he decided to just put them to bed and figure it out the next morning. Phil removed his hands from Dan’s hair and place his hands on Dan’s shoulders, about to bring him up into bed. That’s when Dan’s face rotated so his mouth was directly on Phil’s clothed groin. He let out a quiet groan and bit his tongue. Before he knew it, Dan’s eyes drifted open.

“Am I doing something wrong?” Dan said mouthing it on the tip of Phil’s groin. Then Dan had a sweet, innocent brown eyed look.

•••

Nothing’s worse then being sore the next day and having to walk and do activities with other YouTubers that should be fun, but your sore as fuck. Well that perspective definitely changed for Dan.

Now something is worse.

Having to have a vibrator up your ass at a silly little YouTube event where you’re suppose to do funny little activities.

Since Dan was being a tease and just sending Phil to deciding he needed a punishment. So that’s what Dan got for teasing his boyfriend. He’d whimper every now and then and play it as a cough. When Phil turned it up a notch is usually when Dan’s breath would hitch. People kept asking if Dan was okay and soon a few of his friends wanted him to go back to his hotel room to get rest.

So Dan decided he’d had enough and he was growing sore. It wasn’t too much in a sense where Phil had over done it, Phil was rough, sure, but he always had Dan’s consent at heart. So he tugged on Phil’s shirt and led Phil over to a corner of the room.

“Can I please go to our room? I won’t take it out, just can’t walk anymore. Going limp.” Dan whimpered softly as the toy continued to buzz and his knees nearly buckled.

It took Phil some thinking before he made a decision. “Alright, if anyone asks just say you don’t feel well.” Phil said quietly, no one was really around them anyways, but just in case.

“Thanks” Dan muttered with a sigh of relief as he began to walk away. A hand was firmly placed on his waist to keep him from leaving.

“But you have to bring a friend with you.”

“Excuse me?” Dan’s voice was high pitched and drained to the point where he couldn’t have a sarcastic tone, just sarcastic words.

“Take a friend with you. Just to make sure you don’t misbehave. I know you wouldn’t touch yourself with someone in the room with you.” Phil smirked as Dan rolled his eyes, clearly pissed since he was planning on taking the toy out.

“Fine, but won’t they wonder why you didn’t take me back? What do I say then?” Dan said testing Phil to see if he’d just give up.

“If they ask say I’m getting you meds. You can add your own little sarcastic comments after that, okay?” Phil knew Dan in and out, maybe even more than Dan knew himself. That’s why the ebony friend already knew Dan had an excuse.

“You can always text me to come back, but you might get something other than medicine.” His voice was low and he was extremely tempted to place a kiss against Dan’s neck, but decided against it since there was a crowd.

“Fine” Dan sighed and walked away, this time Phil didn’t stop him.

As Dan walked away his legs almost turned to jelly since the stimulation was getting insane for his body. He was nearly shaking. His breathing was heavy and his face was flushed, could be interpreted for being sick. He kept walking, his head hung low

The brunette continued to walk until he lazily ran into someone. He stumbled backward and now had an excuse to let out a whimper. He looked up and he was met with brown eyes and tanned skin.

“You okay?” His voice was low like a radio presenter as Dan laughed nervously.

“Yeah, sorry about that!” A whimper escaped his mouth and brushed it off as a cough.

“Are you sure?” Dan was hesitant on answering or nodding, but eventually did.

“Honestly, I’m not feeling the best. I think I caught the flu or something.” Dan said sniffing a little then whimpered, but again played it off as a cough.

“Alright, I think you should go back to your room.” The half Korean said gently and stared down at Dan with sympathy.

“Can you help me?” Dan said in a quiet voice, obviously embarrassed of asking someone to help since it seemed he always had Phil to lean on for a friend, it was foreign asking for other help.

“Yeah sure, one second. I have to tell Jack really quick.” Mark turned around and a moment later him and Sean showed back up and Sean had a sad smile on his face.

“God, I’m sorry. Sickness is really the worst isn’t it?” The Irishman said in a quiet tone and patted Dan on the back.

“If it’s alright I’d love to help you out and maybe get you some ice?” Dan couldn’t help but smile to the Irishman’s gesture.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” Dan said in a shaky voice since he was on his edge and couldn’t do anything about it.

“Alright let’s get you to your room.” Sean said starting to walk off to the elevators, as if he was going on a quest.

“He’s sure optimistic.” Dan said laughing a little looking at Mark. They walked after Sean since he was constantly looking back to see if they were following.

“You can say that again.” Mark chuckled as they made their way over to Sean.

All of them finally got in the elevator and after some small talk was going on between them, Dan found himself getting closer to his fifth high that day and he was over sensitive.

Then all three of them went out of the elevator as soon as it reached the correct floor. They walked to Dan’s room number and Sean continued to give positive thoughts like 'it’ll get better’.

“I’ll get you some ice down the hall and wrap it in a cloth. Should we ring Phil?” Sean asked Dan as they entered the room.

“No!” Dan said quickly. Mark and Sean’s eyes widened as they looked at Dan. That was a first. Dan knew the consequence if he wanted Phil back.

“He’s busy, you know, getting meds. He’ll be back in an hour I suppose.” Dan shrugged slightly, gulping down moans and whimpers from the dumb toy.

“Alright… I’ll be back with some ice.” Sean turned on his feet to walk to the ice department where free ice was deposited.

“If you want, Jack and I can stay with you until Phil comes back.” Mark said as he took the key from Dan’s hand and opened the door with a swipe of the key card.

“That’d be nice, thank you.” Mark opened the door for the brunette as he walked in.

“You should probably take a nap, you seem really tense and tired.” Mark said leaning on the door frame as he watched Dan go to the bed.

“Yeah, okay” Dan was tired and he didn’t want to disagree in the first place. So he got under the white covers and laid his head against the pillows.

He let a whimper escape his lips as the toy was pushed in him when he laid flat. He turned so he was on his right side. His eyes closed and decided to just pretend to sleep and maybe he would. But it was impossible when the toy kept buzzing in him. Luckily, Mark turned an electrical fan on so he wouldn’t be able to hear the quiet moans, or so Dan thought.

Mark sat on a chair that was by a desk. It wasn’t close to the bed. Mark decided to text Phil and ask when he’d be back, just to make sure. The half Korean heard a soft knock at the door. He opened the door and sure enough Sean was standing there with a bucket of ice.

The Irishman opened his mouth to say something, but quickly Mark put a single finger to Sean’s lips. Sean’s eyes widened just slightly as he looked up at Mark. The half Korean leaned in to Sean, so his mouth was right by Sean’s ear.

“You have to be quiet.” Mark whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible. His hot breath against Sean’s ear made the Irishman’s hair on his neck stand up.

Sean nodded and then Mark took the bucket of ice from Sean’s hand and walked over to the table. Sean was still standing there in shock of what just happened, but then slowly walked to the table.

“Go sit down on that chair, I’ll be with you in a minute.” Mark said calmly as he walked to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.

Sean walked over to a nice cushioned chair and stared at Mark and how he took proper care of Dan. At first Sean found it endearing, but then he became a little jealous. Even though he shouldn’t be, it was a minor thing about Sean. But Mark on the other hand, he’d become extremely protective on Sean and became jealous easily.

As soon as Mark was done caring for the British boy he returned to Sean with a faint smile. Sean bit his lip as he looked up at Mark.

“Take care of me now!” Sean whisper-shouted with a pout. He made grabby hands toward Mark and the half Korean couldn’t help, but chuckle.

“Alright, alright.” Mark whispered back as he then leaned over Sean, his hands gripping the armrest.

“What seems to be the problem?” Mark whispered right by the shell of Sean’s ear.

“My boyfriend lives thousands of miles away and I only get to see him every so often and I don’t get to kiss him often and I really want to kiss him…” Sean’s voice trailed off toward the end as his big, ocean eyes stared up at Mark innocently.

“Alright stand up.” Mark instructed firmly and with a snap of his fingers Sean stood up.

“Come here.” Mark said in a whisper and Sean obliged real quick. He stood so close to Mark their chests were pressed against each other’s. Sean was on his tiptoes with a big smile.

Mark smiled slightly before he planted a kiss on Sean’s lips. The Irishman let out a quiet moan into the kiss. It didn’t take long before both of their tongues were included into the kiss. Mark had one hand on Sean’s waist the other wrapped loosely around the back of Sean’s neck. Slowly, Mark pulled his lips away, a small trail of saliva dripping from Sean’s bottom lip.

“Are you going to be my good boy? Hmm?” Mark whispered as the hand on Sean’s waist traveled to Sean’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Sean let out a loud moan, not use to this interaction since it had been awhile.

“Baby, you’ve got to be quiet. Dan’s trying to sleep.” Mark whispered against Sean’s ear. The green haired boy nodded his head in response.

“Good boy.” Mark’s voice became deeper and huskier. He sat on the chair and patted his thigh for Sean to sit on. Sean sat down, looking at Mark with bliss filled eyes.

“God you’re hot.” Mark mumbled before his lips attached to Sean’s neck, creating a small bruise. Yet of course Sean was loud, with moans. Mark growled lowly in disapproval.

“Baby, what’d I say hmm?” Mark said gripping Sean’s thigh, the Irishman let out a yelp and of course and Dan wasn’t asleep; he was getting free porn.

“Gotta be-hngh- quiet, but-but-” Sean whimpered as he nuzzled his head into the crook of Mark’s neck.

“Shh baby.” Mark cooed as he replaced his lips back to Sean’s neck and started leaving blotchy hickeys across his neck.

Mark’s hand that was gripping Sean’s thigh slowly cupped around his groin. Sean let out a loud, exaggerated, gasp.

“I said quiet.” Mark warned lowly and Sean continued to moan breathily.

“You’re not being a good boy are you?” Mark growled lowly and then heard a different quiet gasp that didn’t come from Sean.

Dan was repositioning himself so the vibrator hit his prostate that had been abused all day, he let out a whimpered moan.

“Great now I have two whores that need help.” Mark said in the heat of the moment, not really considering that Dan heard everything.

“Well what’s your problem Dan?” Sean asked as he started to grind against Mark’s thigh that he was straddling.

“Ph-Phil put a vibrator in my a-ass.” Dan panted out, too worn out to care about what would happened next, after all the other two were just getting started in front of him.

“I’ll have to call Phil then won’t I? Naughty boy.” Mark shook his head in disapproval and Sean shot an angry pout toward Mark.

“Hey I’m your only princess, just me.” Sean said getting jealous and moaning highly as he batted his long eyelashes.

“That’s right, isn’t it?” Mark smirked palming Sean slowly. Sean’s pink, pale lips hung open slightly, his eyes fluttered close. He let out a high pitched breath that broke.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ll be a good boy.” Sean moaned and laid his head on Mark’s shoulder.

“Princess, can you dance for me in a few minutes ” Mark smirked as he reached for his phone and found Phil’s contact number.

“Yes daddy.” Sean said as he began to grind his hips against Mark’s thighs.

“Good boy.” Mark praised as he pressed call and heard the ringing go on.

Then Phil picked up.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed part uno! Part two of this is coming (cumming) soon

Sleepless Nights | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: Yep!

          70. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

          91. “Promise me, you won’t tell anyone.”

Requests: OPEN

Summary: You and Draco form an… unexpected and unusual relationship. Fluff and angst.

Words: 2,796


             If you knew anything about the exterior personality of Draco Malfoy you’d know, first, he is a pompous git fueled by bigotry, and second, he was one of the biggest bullies Hogwarts housed. So, when Draco set his eyes on you, you knew you were in trouble. You were one of the few half-bloods in Slytherin, and for this you regularly faced backlash, though it was nothing you couldn’t handle. When taking into consideration the things you knew about Malfoy and your blood status you knew that the reason that he kept looking at you from down the Slytherin table in the great hall was because he was lining up his firing squad and you were in the cross hairs.

             You’d managed to keep off of his radar for most of your schooling at Hogwarts, keeping your head down, only stepping on the toes of those beneath you. You stayed away from the big guns of the House of Slytherin, and most of all, the Prince of it. So, it was in that moment, when you made eye contact with him and he sneered at you, that you began building up the metaphorical sand bags in your brain, ready to take cover and fire back in defense.

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valentine’s day is a terrible day to confess your love

“So,” Maki raises an eyebrow, one hand on her hip and the other playing with her hair in that annoying gesture she always, always seemed to do when unimpressed. “What’s this, exactly?”

Nico hadn’t really prepared an answer – with chocolate in both hands, she would’ve thought the answer to be clear as day. Then again, Nozomi had warned her that probably the only person more dense than herself (thanks, fucker) was the girl in front of her, so, well, perhaps she should have planned for that.

Not that any of Nico’s plans had been going right today, mind you, so what the hell was a plan anyway?

“Uh,” Nico stumbles over words and over herself as she struggles to maintain balance, realising she’s reaching out a little far and Maki still isn’t reaching back to take the chocolates. She maintains eye contact for another few painful seconds before the other girl looks away, turning up the left corner of her mouth and creasing her eyebrows. Nico sweats.

“Uh,” she repeats, hands all damn clammy now, goddamnit Eli why did you make this sound so easy – “Chocolate.”

Maki stares at the poorly-wrapped chocolate sitting in Nico’s palms. It’s probably melting, considering just how unfortunately moist her hands have become under the stare of the most unsettling first year this side of Akiba.

“Homemade,” Nico adds, as if it weren’t perfectly obvious to all who had functional eyes that yes, the slightly melty brown stuff was chocolate, and yes, the clumsy wrapping probably indicated it’d been wrapped by hands equally as clumsy. Maki’s eyes are disconcerting, glancing to the chocolates, to Nico, to elsewhere and back, again and again.

Eli never mentioned just how nervewracking this would be. Nico couldn’t even imagine confessing to that sneaky asshole Nozomi – then again, those two were so incredibly disgusting with each other they probably spewed rainbows from their mouths and made lilies bloom around them when it finally happened.

No, the only thing blooming was the anxiety in Nico’s stomach as Maki continued to be evasive, leaving her standing in quite the uncomfortable position, prostrating herself. Then again, maybe this was just her fault because she’d kinda just shoved them in the girl’s face instead of doing something normal like saying “Happy Valentine’s Day!” or “I’m deeply in love with you, please marry me” or “I am so desperate to get in your pants you’re so hot it kills me I’m begging you”.

“I can see that,” Maki finally says, nodding to herself as if yes, that cleared everything up. Which it didn’t. Probably. You could never really tell with redheads. Or Makis. Or redheads named Maki. Yeah.

Nico wonders exactly how she’s going to explain this to the terrible two she calls her buddies – how she’d completely thrown any semblance of The Plan out the window the moment she’d frozen up until a purple gaze. Then again, The Plan had sort of been a wash from the beginning, considering how every time she’d tried to corner Maki alone in order to enact The Plan, some annoying ginger had waltzed along and ruined her chances of enacting The Plan (Nico made a mental note to kick Rin’s ass, later).

“So…” Maki trails off, halfway between making eye contact and staring at Nico’s open palms, still. Nico jolts back to life, stumbling over words and trying to make sense of her oh so conveniently clumsy tongue before –

“Valentine’s Day – Happy Day. For you. Yes.”

Ah, perfect. Just how she wanted to say it.

Before she trails away to curl up and die somewhere in a hole, Nico debates how best to ask Nozomi to scatter her ashes.

Maki, bless her, looks about as embarrassed for Nico as Nico feels herself, and blushes some pink that probably pales in comparison to the apparent luminescence of the shorter girl’s face. Seriously, she should be charging for the light she’s putting out.

“These are,” Maki hesitates, “for me?”

Nico nods, thanking whichever merciful god decided to give her a helping hand in the form of at least one of them being able to form coherent sentences. She doesn’t trust her own tongue to do the same, considering her last shameful display.

“Oh,” Maki says, voice cracking and freezes. Well, no, freezes is probably a little soft – it’s more like she self-destructs in a gentle, contained kind of way. Her face blossoms into a pretty miasma of blotchy red, and her limbs seize up, hands paused in front of her and mouth just a fraction agape.

Nico would have laughed if she weren’t in the exact same situation, so she instead opts for mumbling “Here,” and storming off.

She finds Nozomi eavesdropping behind the school wall, who promptly guffaws.

“I can’t breathe, Nico,” she wheezes, five minutes later. Nico stands there in despair.

Ten minutes later, Nozomi still isn’t together enough to stand.

(Maki drops the chocolates three times before managing to regain function of her body.)