#and how he keeps saying that he pours so much of himself into every role

[ingravinoveritas]

| Michael as Miles Maitland in Bright Young Things, 2003 vs. Michael talking about David on The Assembly, 2024.

#michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #the assembly #bright young things #miles maitland #the parallels are paralleling #sometimes i think about the fact that Michael has played so many queer roles #and how they all represent different parts of him #and how he keeps saying that he pours so much of himself into every role #life imitating art #or vice versa #or both #i think Michael has been telling us exactly who he is for a long time now #even if he doesn't label it specifically #david is lowkey bi and michael is highkey bi #discourse #gifs by me

[shadowtriovibes]

something wretched about this, something so precious about this

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x f!MC

Word Count: 3k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), PIV sex, language kink, parseltongue kink

Summary: request: "mc finds herself absolutely taken with Ominis and his parselmouth." aka mc is absolutely taken with ominis' mouth in every sense of the word

“But you don’t even understand what I’m saying,” he counters, curious. “N-no,” you whine. « I suppose it doesn’t matter, does it, sweetheart? » he hisses. « You’re a troublesome little thing, you hardly listen to me when you can understand. »

The first time you heard Ominis speak Parseltongue, you’d found it to be almost antithetical. It had sounded so bizarre coming out of his mouth, so different from the gentlemanly manner in which he most often spoke. Yet the strength of his snakelike voice sounded somehow familiar, and the way his sighing, hissing words wrapped around you felt like sinking into a warm bath.

“It worked!” you’d exclaimed, hoping your voice wasn’t trembling. “Ominis, you possess a rare ability indeed.”

Minutes later you’d writhed on the floor in unimaginable pain and all thoughts of Ominis’ potentially disreputable talent had flown from your mind. In fact, you’d been so rattled from being on the receiving end of the Cruciatus curse that it took several days for you to recall that you were no longer the sole member of your little trio with a rare gift.

A month later you’d asked Sebastian about it while you were studying for Charms, lazily levitating stacks of books while he had been pouring over Salazar Slytherin’s spellbook.

“What does being a Parselmouth mean?” you asked him curiously.

“Means you can talk to snakes,” he replied, half listening. “Understand them, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know that, thanks.”

Sebastian looked up from his book with a skeptical expression on his face. “Then what exactly are you asking?”

You shrug, avoiding his eyes. “I don’t know, I just… Ominis made it sound like it was a bad thing, to be known as a Parselmouth. Like it’s given him a bad reputation. Why is that?”

Carefully closing his spellbook, Sebastian sits back and considers his words carefully before continuing.

“Well, the answer to that is right in front of you,” he says, gesturing to the tattered book on the table before him. “As Ominis said, most Parselmouths are direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin, and whether it’s warranted or not, he’s a controversial figure.”

“Sure,” you agree. “But… does Ominis speak Parseltongue much? How would anyone even know?”

“I think most people just assume,” Sebastian replies with a shrug. “His brothers spoke it, and he’s told me that they speak it more regularly at his home. Many Gaunts have chosen to keep a snake rather than an owl or any sort of conventional animal.”

You nod slowly. “Have you heard him speak it before that night in the Scriptorium?”

“A handful of times,” he admits. “Sometimes he’ll slip up if he’s especially angry or frustrated. I’ve also heard him speaking it in his sleep on occasion.”

Eventually, the conversation shifts to the spellbook and you once again forget about Ominis’ rare skill – this time for nearly two years.

By your seventh year, Ominis has learned about your ancient magic abilities, and your friendship has grown from one of rueful kinship to genuine affection. Nevertheless, he still seems to keep so much of himself guarded, even as you’ve shared so many of your worries and insecurities as you’ve grown into your role as the only living Keeper of your ability.

(It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen achingly in love with him along the way.)

These days you spend most nights studying with him and Sebastian. Usually, you’re eager to soak up the years of knowledge they’d accrued before you’d started school at Hogwarts, but tonight you find yourself distracted.

“Are you listening to me?” Ominis suddenly snaps, and you glance up from where you’d been reading the same paragraph over and over.

Ominis looks annoyed, and to his point, you certainly hadn’t been listening. You’ve both been sprawled out on the floor of the Undercroft for hours now revising for Potions. Sebastian had called it a night shortly before dinner, leaving the two of you to continue pouring over theory textbooks in preparation for Professor Sharp’s famously lethal end-of-term exams.

“Y-yes, sorry,” you stutter. “What were you saying?”

In your defense, winter has arrived in the Highlands and the stone floor of Ominis’ hideaway has cooled you to the bone. The weak flame flickering beneath your shared cauldron isn’t enough to pull you out of your daydreams about a nice warm bed, some cozy blankets, and perhaps someone to share it with…

(Someone who can whisper secret serpentine words against your skin, chasing your goosebumps lower and lower beneath the covers…)

“Again?” Ominis asks, more disappointed than angry this time. “You can’t focus on my words for a full minute before slipping into some reverie?”

Merlin, if only he knew that focusing on his words wasn’t the problem at all.

“I’m sorry, Ominis,” you whine. “But it’s getting late, it’s freezing down here, and we missed dinner…”

“You said you’d help me,” he reminds you, perhaps a bit vulnerably. “The exam is tomorrow afternoon, and my Draught of Living Death is still curdling.”

You groan pathetically and rub your eyes. “Ominis, you’re a dear friend, and I simply adore you, but you’re bloody rubbish at Potions. Perhaps we should take a break for the night.”

Ominis’ jaw clenches while he stirs his (admittedly lumpy-looking) brew.

“Ominis?” you ask hesitantly. “...I apologize if I was harsh, but–”

“Don’t,” he interjects. “Just… stop talking. Clearly, you’re no longer interested in helping me, so you might as well go back to your common room for the night.”

Sighing, you shift closer to where he sits cross-legged on the stone floor and gently rest a hand on top of his knee. You know how challenging Potions has been for him, especially lately; N.E.W.T.-level draughts are challenging enough when one can confirm that the brew they’ve already spent hours preparing has progressed to the appropriate color.

“I think you need to take a break,” you say softly. “You’re making yourself too frustrated, Ominis.”

You watch as a bit of the tension he’d been carrying in his shoulders seeps away as his head hangs gently. As his fingers nervously twitch in his lap, he takes a slow, measured breath and lets his eyes fall closed.

« I need to do this correctly, even just once, » he says. « Then I’ll be able to sleep. »

You suspect he doesn’t even realize he hadn’t spoken English until you sharply pull your hand back with a gasp.

“Wh-what… did I, um,” he stammers. “I didn’t… say that the proper way, did I?”

“Well, er – you hissed it,” you say carefully. “That… that was Parseltongue again, wasn’t it?”

Ominis carefully nods. Your stomach clenches when you notice him hunch in on himself as if he’s ashamed of what he’s done.

“It’s okay!” you quickly tell him. “I, um. I haven’t heard you speak Parseltongue since fifth year, and – and I don’t understand it, obviously, b-but it’s alright if you want to use it.”

You trail off lamely and try to rest your hand on his knee once more, but he nudges it away.

“I apologize,” he says hollowly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

A wave of nausea rolls over you as you watch him duck his face and turn away from you – not so that he can’t see you, mind, but that you won’t see him.

“Omins,” you sigh. “Please, you – you haven’t scared me, I promise you.”

“You don’t have to lie to me,” he counters in a deceptively soft voice. “I can tell, you know. Your heart is racing, you’ve gone warm all over… You want to run away. It’s only natural, when one is frightened. I would know.”

You swallow audibly and once more attempt to rest your hand on his thigh, and this time he allows you.

“I’m not scared,” you insist, and as true as your words are, you almost wish you were lying to him.

You think it’s probably less shameful than the truth, which is that Ominis’ brief Parseltongue outburst has your heart racing with desire, not fear.

“Then why…?” he asks before eventually trailing off.

“I find it fascinating,” you tell him softly as you trace your fingertips along the seam of his trousers. “It’s… compelling, Ominis. Perhaps a bit enticing.”

“Enticing?” he repeats softly. “You feel, er.. compelled by my Parseltongue?”

You shyly shrug before remembering a non-verbal answer won’t suffice. “I suppose I do.”

The both of you are silent for several long moments. The only sound that can be heard in the Undercroft is Ominis’ sickly bubbling potion, until he finally asks you, “May I kiss you?”

You hesitate for merely a beat, just to let your mind catch up, but before you can answer Ominis repeats himself in Parseltongue: « May I kiss you? »

This time, your non-verbal answer of crawling astride his lap and kissing him yourself is entirely sufficient.

Ominis moans into your mouth while you grab the lapels of his uniform shirt, brazenly rocking against his lap like one of those wanton witches in Sebastian’s rather foul romance novels. His hands settle on your hips and he helps you grind down onto him until you can feel for yourself where he’s grown hard.

“Wh-what are we doing?” he asks against your lips.

He doesn’t sound scandalized, or even hesitant – rather, he sounds like he’s asking how much you’re going to let him get away with.

“Whatever we want,” you answer him breathlessly. “Ominis, I – I’ve wanted this for so long, we’ll do whatever you want.”

« Whatever I want? » he hisses, and you shiver in his lap. « What I want is to get you on your back for me, sweet girl. »

Carefully, Ominis tips you from his lap back onto the freezing tile, but just as quickly he gently pushes your shoulders back until you’re sprawled out on some abandoned Potions notes. Your skirt falls halfway up your legs and Ominis traces his fingertips along your skin until he finds the hem.

« Spread your legs for me, my love, » he hisses, sliding his hands up the insides of your thighs. « Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you here? »

His unseeing eyes flutter closed as his fingertips brush against the hem of your undergarments. You’re wet – you have been since he’d first slipped into those low, hissing tones of his – but now he knows it. He can feel it.

“Gods,” he groans. “You.. you really like to hear my Parseltongue this much?”

“It’s your voice,” you whimper, grinding your hips toward his teasing fingertips. “You… you sound different.”

“Tell me,” he demands. “How do I sound?”

Realizing that he likely sounds the same to his own ears even when speaking the ancient snake language, you bite your lip and force yourself to focus.

“You – you sound powerful,” you admit. “Like your voice is stronger, or… it’s like I can hear it in my whole body, not just my ears.”

Ominis wordlessly rewards you by firmly dragging his thumb down the length of your core through your panties. You melt into his touch; your skin feels as if it’s on fire now, and the very same icy stone floors you’d complained about not long ago now feel like a soothing balm against your skin.

“But you don’t even understand what I’m saying,” he counters, curious.

“N-no,” you whine.

« I suppose it doesn’t matter, does it, sweetheart? » he hisses. « You’re a troublesome little thing, you hardly listen to me when you can understand. »

You whimper and arch your back. “I m-might not understand Parseltongue, but I can tell when you’re teasing me.”

“Darling, I’ve barely begun to tease you,” he murmurs before leaning down and licking up the length of your body from your navel to the dip between your collarbones.

“Please, Ominis,” you beg.

« You’ve been distracting me all evening, » he continues. « I fully intend to have just as much fun playing with you, since you seem to enjoy driving me mad. »

While he kisses what’s sure to be an impressive bruise onto the side of your neck, Ominis slides your panties down your legs.

“I want you inside me,” you confess.

« You want the first time I take you to be on this dirty stone floor? » he asks lazily. « Are you that desperate to be fucked, sweetheart, or have I made you wait too long and driven you mad? »

You groan frustratedly as he starts to kiss his way down your body, pointedly ignoring your canting hips. “Ominis, I’m begging, please say you’ll touch me.”

Ominis presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss against your hipbone. « Don’t fret, my love. How could I refuse such a tempting offer from such a beautiful, albeit slightly mad woman? »

By the time he traces the tip of his tongue along the crease of your hip, you realize where he’s headed. An irreverent array of babble spills from your lips while you attempt to grind impossibly closer to his face, but he places his hands over your hips and keeps you firmly planted against the stone floor before he presses his tongue flat against your cunt.

If he were still speaking Parseltongue into your skin, you’d never know. Any words of praise or kindly teasing that spilled from his lips were drowned out by a litany of curses you’d never utter in front of a man like Ominis in any other setting.

“That’s it, my lovely girl,” he whispers against the inside of your thigh. « Your cunt is so wet for my tongue, and it’s even sweeter than you are. »

He’s switching between English and Parseltongue so easily that you can’t be sure he’s even doing it on purpose anymore, and you couldn’t possibly say which you prefer more. Being fully aware of every filthy word he says is a dream, but is it as delicious as not knowing what he’s saying as he utters secret confessions inches from your skin?

You don’t bother spending much time considering it while you lie back and let him lick you open. All you can think about is his tongue on your skin, pushing inside you, savoring every inch of your body while he learns you by touch and by taste.

That’s what he’s doing, after all – learning you. He’ll get you off, of course he will, but that’s not why he’s bent over between your legs with your calves thrown over his shoulder.

“Ominis,” you groan. “I need you in me, I… I need you.”

He presses a deceptively sweet kiss to your sensitive clit before he asks, “Is that so? I thought you liked my Tongue, and now it’s not enough for you?”

“Don’t tease me,” you plead. “I know you want me just as badly.”

While Ominis had been coming up for air between burying his face between his thighs, you’d been able to see just how affected he is – you aren’t alone in your eagerness, you can be sure of it.

« Right as always, you are, » he hisses. « Perhaps you don’t understand my words, but you can sense my desire, can’t you? »

He grinds his hard cock against your inner thigh to punctuate his words and you whine pathetically.

“Take me, take me, take me,” you chant while he sits back to undo his trousers and push them down just enough to free himself. You realize he intends to stay fully clothed while he takes you apart, and you shiver against the cold floor.

When he finally sinks inside, you fall helplessly silent.

Every ounce of focus you have is spent on relaxing your body, opening up for him as he buries himself inside you. He’s almost ruthless in his endeavor to fully seat himself in you despite his intimidating length. Save a few breathless not-quite-whines, you’re quiet beneath him.

« Nothing to say, darling? » he hisses at first, and then in a softer voice he asks, “Are you alright? Am I hurting you?”

“N-no, it’s good,” you moan. “Please… keep talking to me.”

“You want me to talk to you, hm?” he asks, grinding in until the flat part of his pelvis brushes against yours. « Do you need a distraction? You’re taking me so well, my angel. »

He starts to fuck you in earnest with a slow, careful rhythm to keep your bare skin from catching along the worn stones beneath your back. As he thrusts inside you, he keeps talking in that low, hissing tone. Soon you realize even his words match the rhythm of his body, rising and falling with his motions.

« Feels so good… Waited so long… I can’t stop, please don’t ask me to stop… »

His back feels feverishly warm to the touch while you drag your hands down from his shoulder blades to the back of his hips. In the years since you’d first heard the snakeline sound of Parseltongue fall from his lips, he’s grown taller and his musculature has changed into that of a lithe, well-built man. Now the strength of that voice suits the body from which it emanates, and both have combined to keep you firmly pinned to the floor beneath their might.

You cling to him as he fucks you harder. You feel so close already, tumbling toward the edge of pleasure beneath him as his serpentine words glide across your skin.

When you come around him, you hear him whisper your name in Parseltongue – it’s the same, you think, but softer, and sweeter.

« When I come inside you, » he hisses just above a whisper. « I want you to keep every last drop inside for me. Will you, my darling? »

“Ominis!” you wail.

“Fuck – fuck,” he gasps, and seconds later you feel the mess he's made inside you threaten to spill out with every slow, greedy thrust in his post-orgasmic haze.

“N-no, stop,” you whimper, and he immediately goes still.

“What is it?” he asks, his English crisp and clear.

You shift shyly beneath him and whisper, “Don’t… don’t keep going. I want to keep it inside for now, and – and when you move, it, um…”

Merlin, you don’t have the words to say you’re just as greedy as he is – you want to stay full of him, just as he’d asked in that ancient, indecipherable tongue.

Ominis presses soothing kisses to your face while you wrap your legs around his waist to hold him in place. His lips brush across your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, the curve of your jaw.

“Of course, darling,” he whispers. “I’ll stay right here.”

Then, with his lips pressed to yours, he hisses, « I’ll stay right here as long as you like. »

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x reader #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy smut fic #parseltongue #parseltongue kink

[vampiretendencies]

cutting jjs hair for him and he’s looking up all lovey dicey 🤧

went for s1 jj hair

the aimless tresses that framed jj’s strong, prominent features grew long and interrupted his vision on a regular basis now. he’s grown use to combing his fingers through it, only to place a hat directly on to of the mess— reminded him of that to when he was just a boy and his father refused to take him to get it cut. saying it ‘interfered with what he had going on’ or ‘you’ got hair cut money?’

once jj got old enough to handle a trimmer, and what he thinks were kitchen scissors he tamed it on his own. but this time it’s gotten too out of hand for him to do it by himself. and he worries that he’ll fuck it all up of his just does it mindlessly.

then it’s a familiar occurrence when his girl begins to speak, that he has just the pretty lady to do it for him.

you’re splayed across the couch, head in his lap whilst his thumbs gently at the profound texture of your skin. with the angle his studying you at, his blonde locks pour downward and he pouts as it blocks his vision of the one human he’s die without seeing. yes, seriously.

“kinda like the long hair on you j.”

“want me to keep it just for you baby?”

“no, cause i know how much it gets in your way.”

you listened— you truly listened to his complaints. you didn’t use it against him. you’d mentally noted every complaint and took it with utmost care. no one heard him out, or listened to his waking thoughts, but you. to show his appreciation for that, his lips gently press against your top lip. grazing the cushion-like cupids bow with slowness and an overwhelming sense of giddiness.

“maybe you could cut it for me, i trust you with it.” that’s saying something, though jj didn’t do maintenance to his hair as one could tell by current circumstance, he knew his precious locks were what made him up physically— he’d like to keep it that way. he trusts you with his life, so why not add hair to the list

“you sure j?”

“always sure when it comes to you.”

next thing you knew you were in the chateaus bathroom, roles reversed as you were towering over jj. he was facing forward first so that you could trim his face framing pieces. so they could fan backward as they use to before they were outgrown.

“hm how about some layers?”

“if you think they’ll look good baby.”

“course’, you could make a trash bag look good.”

the way you compliment him, makes it feel like the earth has stopped spinning on its axis.

and he thought, dumbfounded, how could you—no—how dare you stand above him so beautifully. lulling him into a trance that he’d bargained for. there’s no logical explanation as to how he deserves you, but God, he’ll do any and everything in his power to keep you. out of all of the romance movies you’ve forced him to watch, he knows why those men made such sacrifices. it outweighs his heart, that’s why he nearly feels it stop beating entirely with every touch. for one person— he could never fathom this overwhelming amount of admiration.

his very own depiction of a dream before his fingertips.

“can’t explain to you with words how much i love you.”

as his words are spoken in the midst of bathroom air, and the clashing of scissors shredding his hair to the floor. you freeze, the rest of you could be found in a puddle beside him, melting with content.

“don’t have to j, you show it enough.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #outer banks #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank angst #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank concepts #jj maybank oneshot #jj maybank imagines

[erosmutt]

☆ thinkin bout . . .

. . . trad husband!anakin and trad wife!reader

𖦹 misogyny, abusive anakin, chauvinistic anakin, selfish anakin, hate sex(?), hair pulling, slapping, bodyshaming, this is so mid 𖦹 accompanied by Back Door Man ⋆ The Doors

you were chatting away on the phone when the front door opened. you had just put your daughter down for bed, dinner was prepared, and now he was home.

your husband Anakin was a nice enough man. when he wasn't pummeling you into the ground. he never drank, so he couldn't defend himself with the 'i was drunk' argument. he didn't have to, because he had no shame. he was a firm believer in traditional gender roles - the man goes out, makes money, and comes home. the wife stays home, cleans, cooks, looks after the kids, welcomes her husband home, does what he asks without question.

an extremely outdated way of thinking, sure, but it oddly enough worked out for the two of you. you had cut off contact with your entire family per Anakin's request, barely (if ever) went out of the house, spent so much time catering to your home that you could clean every crevice with your eyes closed.

but, you liked it. for some reason.

Anakin walks into the living room and you could tell from his aura alone that he had a bad day. without bidding your friend on the other line farewell, you put the phone back onto the base, and stand up. you waited for your husband to speak, but he reared his hand back. with a sneer, he strikes you across the face so hard you stagger and reach to grip the arm of the couch to steady yourself before you could hit the floor.

he just stands there, staring down at you as you get your bearings. "is she asleep?" he asks in reference to your daughter. you nod and stand up, smoothing out your dress. "yes." he nods and begins to loosen his tie. at least he had the courtesy of making sure your daughter would be alright in the time he fucked you.

he turns you around and pushes you down, your hands going to grab onto the back of the couch. this has happened so many times, you already knew the routine. bend over for him, let him use you, and wait until he goes to bed to get yourself off.

after bunching your dress up at your hips, Anakin tugs your panties down spits onto his cock, then slides into you. you hated having sex with Anakin due to his 'taking' attitude. he never made sure to at least pleasure you. it didn't feel romantic, so it didn't feel good. early into your marriage, you brought it up, but that ended with a punch to the face and Anakin screaming at you. needless to say, you learned quick to keep things to yourself.

you ended up lost in your thoughts as Anakin poured all his anger into fucking you. his hand was tangled in your hair, yanking on it and making you wince. his other hand was on your hip, nails digging into your skin. "you've let yourself go," he mutters, making you roll your eyes. you had a 5 month old, of course you had put on weight. what did he expect? you to drop all the weight right after giving birth? then again, he had no care to learn about how women worked, so there was no point in trying to explain.

like every other night, once he cums, he pulls out of you and tucks himself in, then walks off. doesn't even fix your clothes or bother to clean you up. you pull your panties up and tug your dress down, then plop down onto the couch. you glance at the clock. at least he'd be asleep soon. a temporary break until the cycle of his bullshit repeats.

#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's drabbles! #star wars #star wars smut #star wars anakin #sw anakin #anakin #anakin smut #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin imagine #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin skywalker x y/n

[emeritusemeritus]

Hiii I love you works so much and wonder if I could request a dad Fred?? Thought it would be cute see Fred with his newborn and how loving he would be to his child while also learning to be a father

Hi Anon! Thank you very much! I agree, I think Fred would be the best dad! Here’s my thoughts… 🖤

Warnings: Dad!Fred, Mum!Reader, mentions of childbirth, breastfeeding, absolute fluff. The formatting is killing me today, sorry for the annoying spaces.

Word count: 900

It's quiet and peaceful now, the room mostly dark except for the light glow from the moon pouring in through the window beside where Fred is sat in the leather recliner with his newborn son on his chest. He's shirtless and his son is only wearing a nappy underneath a thick, knitted blanket that had been knitted just for him by his Grammy. There's a sense of peace in this moment, the newest Weasley breathing softly as he snoozes in the crook of his daddy's arms, the large hands holding him protectively as he sings softly to the little boy, a song he remembers from his own childhood. The thin red hair that his son had inevitably been born with is mostly hidden under his little knitted hat but even without his family's signature look, he can tell that this is his son, the perfect blend of both mummy and daddy.

The baby's lips keep moving in his sleep, plump, pink and ever so slightly parted as he sucks on nothing, thinking of milk even in his sleep.

He knows that the little one will be awake soon, crying out for his food but until then, Fred is going to lap up every second of blissful silence he can.

He looks over at you in the bed, sleeping soundly with the ghost of a smile on your face as you finally get to sleep on your back for the first time in months. He smiles then, happy to watch you sprawled out on the bed having a very well deserved sleep after tirelessly bringing his child into the world. Your wedding rings glint in the light of the moon, catching Fred's attention with their sparkle and as he looks between you and his son, he can't believe this is even real, that this is his life. He loves you both so much that it feels like his heart actually hurts, like it could burst at any second.

The little one in his arms begins to stir and the peacefulness Fred had felt only minutes ago is replaced by anxiety by what was to come. Would he feed easily or would he struggle to latch? Could he calm him, shush him in the right way? Was he holding him right? It seemed as soon as his son began to stir, the nerves crept up, still unsure of how to do his new role.

"Freddie?" A voice asks for him softly and he looks up to you just as the little one lets out his first little cry, fists clenched tight beside his body as he battles to get them near his mouth.

"Pass him here handsome," you say, beginning to sit up on the bed. You still sound so tired and Fred feels guilty all of a sudden that he couldn't do more, that he couldn't take over and just let you rest. But you don't seem to mind, reaching out for your shared little bundle with open arms and a motherly smile that Fred thinks is your best look yet. Little Weasley instantly starts rooting as soon as he's placed against your chest and you quickly slither out of your top and try to align your breast with his mouth and after a couple of moments, he gets it. You smile in relief as you feel him suckling and turn to look at Fred who looks on in concern.

"He's got it," you say with a smile as Fred perches himself on the side of the bed, keeping both of you close, his arm naturally falling across your shoulders as you lean your head back to rest on his chest.

Fred knew all about the milestones that are significant to a baby's development, he'd read about it in the book his mum had given him and he'd heard his siblings talking about the crawling, the walking, the babbling. When he first saw his son roll at four months a sense of pride filled him that he'd never felt before, beaten only by the first steps he'd taken only 6 months later. You'd rushed down the stairs to the shop with little Weasley in your arms, beaming with tears trailing down your face as you dragged him into the office to show daddy what his son had just accomplished. The first time he sat up, the first smile, the first real giggle, they were all imprinted onto Fred's memory forever, some of his happiest moments. When he first heard his son say 'da' for the first time, it was like the world had suddenly turned to technicolour, like no other sound could ever compare. But he never expected those extra milestones that broke his heart along the way. The first time they reach out to be picked up, the way they suddenly fit on your hip rather than being cradled, the little scoot backwards as they climb into your lap for another story.

It was the hardest job in the world, throwing in a busy job that required innovation and creativity and a marriage that they worked hard to keep passionate and fun. Fred never doubted his ability to be a good dad, he learned from the best, but it was a job filled with responsibility and anxiety that sometimes felt a little overwhelming but the love would always be there.

#emeritusemeritus #emeritusemerituswrites #requests #harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley masterlist

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

SKZ Kinks - 3Racha

Contents: fem!reader, wearing his clothes, teasing, sexting, nudes, mentions of marriage, use of the word wifey, body worship and praise, oral (male and female receiving), 69 mention, mutual masturbation, role play, facial, face sitting

Chan

Wearing his clothes - He doesn’t want to think of himself as possessive. He doesn’t like that word and he sees you as your own person and not as something that he owns. He’s protective of you but doesn’t control you. And yet, something about you wearing his clothes turns him on beyond belief. He doesn’t know what it is but seeing you snuggled up in just some leggings or better yet just knee highs and underwear and one of his oversized sweaters just gets to him. He has to hold himself back from literally pouncing on you, especially when you give him a sweet smile, blissfully unaware of the effect you have on him. He will be giving you the best night of your life later on though.

Verbal teasing - We all knew this was coming. This man can’t stop flirting to save his damn life. He loves making you flustered. He lives for it. He will go about it all day too. Sometimes, when he’s just being silly, it’ll be cringy and cheesy. He’ll use all the bad pick-up lines just to make you grimace. But when he wants to get you in the mood it’s turning anything he can into an innuendo. When he has a quiet moment it’s whispering something into your ear that he just can’t wait to do to you when he gets you home. His goal is to have you dripping by the time he undresses you. And, frustratingly, with the pictures he paints in your mind, he usually succeeds. Nudes and sexting - In line with teasing you, this man loves to sext. A lot of the time it’s heavy innuendo. He loves sending a message and knowing exactly what it’ll make you think but being able to maintain innocence because he didn’t directly say anything sexual. Somedays, when he doesn’t have much to do or needs a break and no one is around, he’ll send more explicit messages, telling you exactly what he would do to you if you had time to come and visit him. His goal is to make you squirm all day and have you jump him the second he walks through the door, and it usually works. He also loves pictures. It’s not uncommon in the evening when you can’t go to see each other for him to text you, hinting at wanting a picture and telling you you’re “such a good girl” when you send them. He will also send you pics too. He usually keeps it seemingly innocent, sending pics or videos from his workouts and pics of his hands just because he loves how you react. But this absolute menace adores to tease you when he can take advantage of the time difference. When he’s alone at night, knowing that it’s nearly lunchtime for you, he’ll send you pics of him jerking off and the dirtiest messages about how he wished you were there with him. He might even send you voice messages of him moaning your name as he gets off. Opening your messages is a risk but you do it anyway and end up frustrated all day because of him while he sleeps like a baby. He can dish this but he cannot take it. If he’s working and you decide to send him pictures with your fingers deep in your cunt or voice messages of you moaning, be prepared for a scolding and probably a punishment when he finally sees you again.

Changbin

Body worship - Oh my GOD does he ever adore your body. He loves every inch of you and more than that, he finds you insanely sexy. He doesn’t even think all that hard about doing so, he is just so incredibly down bad for you that he cannot stop himself from saying so. Of course he tells you you’re gorgeous all the time, but when he has you under him on the soft sheets every thought in his head starts pouring off his lips. He’ll have your skin burning from the intensity of his attention as he kisses down your body and murmurs to you every little thing he loves about your body.

Face sitting - He wants you to sit on his face, simple as that. He wants to feel your thighs around his head and grab onto them. He wants you so needy you’re grinding down on his tongue. He wants your release dripping into his mouth. He wants your hands in his hair. He just wants you to be the one thing he can smell, taste, feel, sense. He wants you to overwhelm his senses. It might take a bit of convincing to get you to agree but he will be insistent that he would love nothing more than to have you on his face and he will be the picture of excitement when you finally agree. And not that it’s a requirement but if you decide you wanna suck him off while he eats you out it’ll make his head spin and he’ll cum down your throat so fucking fast.

Being domestic - It is truly the most mundane shit for this man. He loves you so much and he wants to marry you so bad. So it’s safe to say any little thing that you do that makes your lives feel more domestic makes him feral. You do groceries with him? He’s fucking you in the kitchen as soon as they’re all put away. You clean up a room? He’s eating you out on the sofa. You bake some cookies for him? He has you bent over the kitchen counter. It truly only gets worse after moving in together. He will try to control himself. Y’all have to be able to eat and clean like normal people, but it takes all his will power. As a special treat you can spice it up a little. The day he came home to find you in nothing but an apron cooking dinner for him he fucked you so good and for so long he had to help you around the next day because you could barely walk. Mixing playing at being wifey with something sexy is easily the fastest way to make him weak and the fastest way to be railed into next Tuesday.

Jisung

Mutual Masterbation - I feel like this one makes a lot of sense. Pretty much everything about you turns this man on. Like you could sneeze and he’d tell you it was hot. So no secret that watching you get off is like having his own personal porn with the hottest performer ever and it’s all for him. And there is no way he could keep his hands out of his pants when he’s watching you getting you off, head thrown back and moans pouring from your lips. A great form of foreplay, though there’s only like a 7% he’ll be able to stop before he cums. Likely he can think of plenty to do while you wait for him to get hard again though.

Facials - Listen he will cum anywhere. Literally any spot you let him, he'll do it. But if he has his way, it’ll be all over you face. Maybe it’s right after you were sucking him off and right before he cums you stop and jerk him off, tongue out to catch his release. Maybe it’s after he’s been fucking you, managing to keep it together while you squeezed around his cock, cumming so hard you nearly saw stars, only to climb off the bed and drop to your knees for him to cum all over your face. He loves how it looks, it makes him positively dizzy when his cum is coating your cheeks and lips and you give him a sultry gaze. It makes him weak in the knees and has him getting hard again immediately.  Role play - He just loves this idea. He’s probably gonna bring it up after watching porn together sometime, commenting that it would be fun to do a scene like the one you just watched and praying you don’t realize just how badly he wants it, lest you think it’s weird. But the idea is intriguing. It is not exactly the supremely sexy experience that you both expected, there are awkward and dumb moments and moments where you both break character or laugh, but it is also, perhaps, the most funny you’ve ever had in the bedroom and you’re sure to do it again soon.

#i got a little carried away with one of chans #whoops #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #bang chan smut #chris bang smut #changbin smut #seo changbin smut #han smut #han jisung smut #oof im sleepy #ill post the other two tomorrow

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Even in sickness...

Fandom: Black Butler

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis

Relationships: Sebastian x reader

“My lady, I’ve brought your breakfast,” Sebastian calls from you from behind closed door, but there’s no answer.

“My lady?” He calls for you again, knocking on the door this time.

Annoyed, he opens the door to your chamber and makes a beeline to your bed. She overslept, again. Sebastian puts the tray with food on your bedside table with clinking of cutlery and quite indiscriminately rips the covers away from your face. That moment his irritation at your laziness turns into worry.

“My…lady?” he calls for you third time, voice now filled with urgency. Your face is deathly pale, your breathing is too quiet and your bloodshot eyes are accompanied by grey circles below them. Only after shaking you forcefully you manage to wake up.

“Hnnng…Sebastian?” you say his name so weakly, it’s nothing more than rustling of wind. His face looks more serious than ever, you notice, as he presses his glowed hand against your forehead. You’re running a fever.

You try to push his hand away, but your attempts have no strength behind them. It was as if he was holding a small bird in his palm. You start to get dizzy again when you hear him calling for nearby maid and ordering her to call for doctor immediately. You used your remaining strength to stay awake.

“It’ll be alright, dear. The doctor will take care of you. You’ll be spring on your feet in no time,” Sebastian talked to you in hushed voice as he held one of your hands in his. You weren’t sure if he said this to reassure you, or himself.

You spend the several days in dreamless sleep, disturbed only by delirious fevers and Sebastian feeding you medicine and needed liquids. You weren’t sure how many days and hours have passed but whenever you regained sliver of consciousness, Sebastian was there tending to your every need. On the eight day of the recovery, you were able to stay conscious for considerable time. However, you were still prohibited by your doctor to move out of bed and Sebastian was just as vehement in keeping you in your role of a good patient.

Today you’ll try to convince him to let you out once more. As you recognized his footsteps behind the door, you quickly fixed your appearance to look as healthy as possible to gain his approval. The door open and Sebastian walks in with the breakfast that was fit for a family of three. Since you haven’t had exactly time to eat as usual for the last week, Seb made it his goal to ‘plump you up’ and to give you necessary fuel to battle the sickness. He sat the tray on your lap and immediately checked your temperature. Inspecting the contents of the tray over his arm, you noticed a single rose resting in a small glass vase between toast rack and bowl of roasted tomatoes. So your pleas to see the rosegardens haven’t gone completely forgotten, and it was your favorite kind too, hybrid tea rose nicknamed Love and Peace. At moments like these you felt your heart swell. It was hard to think of Sebastian as cruel sadistic monster only hungry for your soul, when he did things like this. Of course, if you asked about the rose he would insist it was on of the scullery maids who put it in there but you knew better.

“How are you feeling today?” Sebastian asked as he poured you a fresh cup of tea.

You gave him sweet smile and with the most energetic voice you could muster, you answered “I’m feeling much better today!”

“You say that every time I ask you this.” The demon butler pointed out suspiciously as he handed you your cup.

“That’s because I feel better every day,” you remarked and took a sip. “Speaking of feeling better-”

“You are not to leave this bed,” Sebastian cut you off vehemently, his voice dismissing any argument.

“Sebastian please! I’m going crazy! Stuck there all day with nothing and no one to keep me company. I’ve read all the books you brought to me and can’t even sleep anymore,” you fired the arguments one after another while not giving him time to talk back. Then, you pulled out your trump card, “And it’s such a nice weather outside.” You pointed in the direction of the opened window. There, a streams of morning golden sunlight fell to the darkened room while the sounds of birds and rustling threes reached your ears.

You gave Sebastian your best puppy eyes, or rather, kitty eyes since it’s him. Your butler inspected you wordlessly for a moment. Then he took away the tray and started wrapping you in the blanket. You sighed to yourself, it seems you have to try tom-

“Eek,” you squeaked in surprise as you were lifted and carried out of the door. “S-Sebastian!”, “Stop trashing, my lady, else I drop you,” he scolded you with starchy tone. On his way out, he ordered one of the servants to bring your breakfast to the rose garden. You spend the rest of the forenoon with your demon butler in the garden eating away at your generous breakfast while he kept you company and made sure you eat everything.

And despite his initial objections to the idea, you noticed him pouring you tea with a small content smile on his face.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader

[omaano]

Last one for @bobadinweek's bingo - A Gravity Falls AU for my FREE square! I'll make a whole post to sum up all my contribution to this bingo a bit later (I made 10 artworks for this event in the past year omg!) - but I'm really pleased to end it with this one - just look at how cute they are as babies! There are some musing about this AU (and another variant) under the cut if you're interested ;)

I'll admit that I don't actually know much about Omega (aside from how she appeared in some fics and what I saw of her on this site), but I already felt bad enough for taking her bow and giving it to Boba (if it's up to Grogu he won't be able to keep hold of it for long, lol), so I felt it best to let her keep her hat and give her the journal. She seems more like the type to pour over it, while Boba just jumps headfirst into any and every kind of adventure. (Also imagine Boba with a pig-sized mini rancor. He'd lose a limb to it, but he would also LOVE it!)

I know that it's usually headcanon'd that Din and Boba are about the same-ish age (with usually Boba coming out a year-or-two older), but for the sake of fun here let Din hit puberty and his growth spurt a bit earlier and be just a bit older, and let Boba have his gay little awakening that summer.

(Just imagine that episode where Dipper makes multiple copies of himself (I know the roles don't track perfectly, shush!) to try and ask Wendy out for that dance/date at the party - and make it Boba trying his very awkward best [insert clone joke here], and, say, put an equally teenage Cobb in Robbie's place, except Cobb turns out to be cool, and now Boba is in all kinds of trouble, and surrounded by too many cute boys wow (but Din is still the cutest with his weird frog-eating baby troll). This idea's kept me entertained through the struggles of trying to keep track of my lineart and flat colour layers with the background here lol.)

ALTERNATIVELY I also entertained the idea of Boba and Fennec running a con mystery shack because they try to lie low for some crimes and not get caught (they are just the ideal type of chaotic-dumb-but-secretly-competent combo, who would play super dumb about any supernatural shenanigans going on while casually leaning against a rancor under a way too small sheet in the corner); and Din is the handy man helping out around the shack, trying to cover for his weird slightly green son who should not be allowed near frogs or you will see something you can never unsee after, and baby Rey, Finn and Poe could be the ones to get into all kinds of supernatural trouble (with Hux as Pacifica, and Kylo/Ben as Lil Gideon lol that would even work with Han and Boba having an archnemeses kind of situation going on). Plus Boba has an endless supply of lost competent twins so...

#bobadin #bobadinaubingo #boba x din #boba fett #din djarin #tbb omega #omega bad batch #the mandalorian fanart #tbobf fanart #sw fanart #digital art #gravity falls AU #my art #I swear I tried to keep this last one simple if I'd picked the second variant (as I'd entertained it a month ago) #I would have evnded up drawing a whole interior of the mystery shack and like 7 characters #and I am not going to do that to myself on a time constraint #I haven't yet recovered from that bookshop interior yet lol #one day I will get the photo qulaity of my posts right I swear

[inhuman-obey-me]

Heavy is the Crown

Word count: 930 Description: Being the leader of an entire realm is no easy feat, especially when you're not like rulers past. Inspired/based on Lesson 9 in Obey Me: Nightbringer, so beware of spoilers. Can also be found on AO3 here. 

“When it comes down to it, you don’t accept us either, do you Diavolo?” 

The Demon Prince isn’t sure what stings more – the alcohol making its way down his throat, or Lucifer’s sharp words from their earlier confrontation. 

He sits alone now, the chill of the night settling in his bones despite the flames of the fireplace mere steps away. He watches how the flickering light passes through his glass, turning his current poison of choice to a fiery amber. A slight tilt of his hand and the slightly viscous fluid reminds him of honey, but the only taste left on his tongue is bitter. 

Diavolo had become used to swallowing his feelings, his role as future ruler of the realm always priority. It did not matter how suffocating it could all be – the constant gaze and judgment of the House of Lords, the responsibilities of ruling an entire realm suddenly left to him as his father disappeared into the shadows, the strain of keeping the peace as his realm was shaken with instability – he had to be ever noble, ever present, ever ready-to-lead. 

But it was in these moments, these quiet nights where he requested to be left alone, where he could allow himself to feel it all. The stress, the anger, the fear, the despair, the hurt. It was just all too much sometimes, too hard and too stifling and too complicated and oh, it was just too much! He has been raised for this all his life and yet still he feels he is finding his footing, trying to make sure what he does appeases those he disdains and those he favors, while also trying to always remain true to himself. 

So, what was he to do? A strange human had suddenly appeared before him, with even stranger events occurring soon after. The former angels he had been trying so earnestly to support were finding themselves in unexplainable predicaments, one of them having gone on a rampage and destroying his home. The tension in the Devildom was at an all-time high, and the nobles were watching his every move, just waiting for him to slip-up so they could decry him as unfit to rule and nothing but a child with foolish dreams. 

He downs his glass and pours another.

There had been so much he had wanted to say to Lucifer in that moment, to make him see that no, of course he didn’t feel that way! He wouldn’t have done all he had up until that point if he had seen them somehow as lesser, as not belonging. But he knew that had he not spoken carefully, even those words would have been twisted and misunderstood – a struggle he was seemingly dealing with more and more these days. 

Diavolo slowly rises from his seat, glass still in hand, and begins to quietly wander through the hallways of the castle. He passes by numerous paintings – some portraits, some tales of Devildom history. Even these walls had eyes – always watching, always waiting.

He’s not sure if he meant to come here, or if his feet had just decided a destination on their own, but he finds himself in the Eastern Hall, looking upon one particular grand portrait that dwarfed the entire room with its emanating presence. 

“What am I supposed to do, mother?” 

Diavolo winces as he hears his own voice, meek and feeble. He rests his forehead against the gilded frame with a sigh, his gaze towards the worn stone floor. What was he doing, asking a portrait of the mother he never got to know? He might as well go asking his father, who retreated to the depths of the Devildom into an even deeper slumber. The answer would be the same.

Hah, he thought, have I always felt this alone?

He knew, despite all of his tumultuous thoughts and emotions bubbling deep in his chest, that he would have to once more go out with a charismatic smile and a steady hand. There was no one to make these decisions but himself, no one who could tell him what to do, what to say to make it all better and right. He had to lead, to show all those nobles who underestimated him that he was worthy of his position, even if they disagreed with his ambitions. 

“Young Master?” 

With a start and a flourish of his wings, Diavolo turns around to see Barbatos, looking upon the prince with a hint of concern in his dark eyes. 

“...You’re bleeding.” 

He’s confused at first, but soon he feels the ichor dripping down his hand – ah, he had cracked the glass in his grip. When did that happen? 

“Oh – I’m sorry, Barbatos. I didn’t mean for you to see me in such a state.” Diavolo clears his throat, murmuring a spell to heal the cut. “I was just lost in my thoughts.”

“You don’t need to apologize, My Lord.” Barbatos gives him a kind smile, taking a step back and motioning back down the hallway from where he had appeared. “Why don’t you come back and have a cup of tea with me? I even prepared some of your favorite, hellfire mushroom cigar cookies.”

“...Thank you, Barbatos.” For the first time that night, Diavolo felt a smile curve his lips, a weight slightly lifted off his head and heart. “That sounds lovely.”

That’s right, he wasn’t alone – he had, at the very least, a friend here beside him who chose to stand by him and his ideals. 

He wondered if he could perhaps soon find more. 

#i'm not particularly happy with how this came out but it's out of my system at least #i've gotten rusty u_u #anyway here's some dia angst #the all encompassing [mod] cosmos #obey me #obey me! #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me diavolo #om! diavolo #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #omnb #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me fic #obey me fanfic #writings

[thatgirl4815]

Addiction

For as emotionally devastating as it was, the end of Ep6 actually seems like a turning point in the narrative as far as Ray's plot--more specifically, his relationship with Mew. Up to this point, we've witnessed Ray's struggles with moving on from Mew, and we know his attachment runs so deep because it developed at an especially bleak point in Ray's life.

It's this line that cuts so deep for me because we know that this isn't true, but Ray doesn't want to lose Mew. He can't. Every time he says he's okay with how things are, it sounds like a desperate effort to convince himself. Ray has no choice but to accept this, because even though he hasn't technically lost Mew, Mew doesn't run after him this time. It's not Mew who shows up to talk Ray down.

There's an interesting mirror between these two scenes. One is full of anger, the other is full of despair. But they're both overflowing with pain. Pain that Ray doesn't know how to deal with, so it pours out in self-destructive ways.

Mew is understandably taken aback by Ray's behavior, frustrated by everything he's learned--in that way, it makes sense that he doesn't chase after Ray. But Sand is insulted by Ray just like everybody else, and he runs after him. Unlike when Mew saved Ray, Ray is making it intentionally difficult to save him. He's shoved every insult at Sand, in addition to physically shoving him down, and Sand still chases him.

We know Ray is addicted to alcohol, and I think he's also developed an addiction to the hope of being loved by Mew. But now the concept of addiction plays such a big role in Ray’s plot because it’s what’s keeping him alive, just as much as it’s destroying him. If Ray doesn't drink, he’s left to face all the self-loathing and despair welling up inside. If Ray does drink, he either drinks himself to a state of danger, or he lashes out at those around him. Ray is walking a dangerous line, drifting between wanting to live and wanting to die.

We know that Sand is going to be Ray's addiction. Which, in my mind, marks the second arc of his transition from Mew to Sand. The last time we saw him contemplate his emergency contact, he was sitting in the bathtub, the same bathtub he tried to commit suicide in 2 years ago. In Ep7, he’s in the bathtub—only this time he’s with his new emergency contact.

In equating Ray's relationship with alcohol to his relationship with Sand: there's a dependency, sure. It's a distraction from his pain. But the destructive element comes in the need to sabotage that relationship...because Ray doesn't think he deserves it? Because the thought of being loved is desirable, just as much as it is terrifying?

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #sandray #raysand #sanray #raysan #sand x ray #ray x sand #san x ray #ray x san #only friends sand #only friends ray #ray pakorn #sand only friends #ray only friends #only friends meta #firstkhaotung

[yandereinc]

Pairing: ShalnarkxReader and UvoginxReader, not a triad relationship. They just share. Synopsis: It's been a couple of months now since Shalnark and Uvogin kidnapped you. One-shot!

It's been months now since Shalnark and Uvogin took you. It felt like years to you, however. Despite that, they still didn't trust you to not try to escape while they were on missions. As if the apartment wasn't filled with security cameras tracking down your every move.

That's why you were currently with Pakunoda's darling Katerine. She wasn't the darling who has been with the troupe the longest. That would be Chrollo's darling. But she was the one that was the most trusted. Both by the troupe themselves and the other darlings.

Being Pakunoda's darling meant there was no way she could keep any secrets. She didn't have a single thought of trying to escape or free the other darlings. But at the same time, she was very kind and motherly to all the other darlings.

She stepped up to that role because when she first got there Chrollo and Feitan already had a darling of their own. Chrollo's darling Mary was constantly drugged to keep her mellow. Which at the same time made her incapable of taking care of herself While Feitan's darling Sasha was locked up somewhere. Making her crave any kind of human interaction other than Feitan.

Feeling bad for the girls Katerine convinced Pakunoda to let her befriend them. Because while she was held captive as much as Sasha and Mary, her collar wasn't as tight as theirs and her leash was considerably longer.

It took a while but she managed to earn the trust of the troupe and her fellow darlings. Except maybe Feitan who's still convinced she's trying to steal Sasha away from him.

Despite knowing this all you weren't sure if you considered Katerine a friend or a foe.

She offered you the emotional support you needed but she had no intentions of ever helping you escape. It made you wary of her. it didn't help that she belonged to the woman who could see memories. So despite needing to vent you were careful with your words so Shalnark and Uvogin couldn't take advantage of you pouring your heart out to a friend.

Currently, the two of you were sitting on the couch watching a tv-show. The tension was suffocating when one of the characters on the screen mentioned a kidnapping. They were currently discussing the ways they would try to escape. Which made you turn to Katerine.

"Have you ever thought of escaping?" You asked as casually as you could.

"No, can't say I ever have," Katerine said before taking a sip of her tea.

"I have." You admit. "I think about it every day."

You close your eyes as you lean back.

"Do you want to know how?" You peeked at her through your eyelashes, a grin on your face.

She raised her eyebrow at you as she gestured around the room. Normally they weren't there but because you were staying here Shalnark installed some security camera's all throughout the apartment. They were quite obvious too. That combined with the fact that you knew Pakunoda would look through her memories in search of you doing anything suspicious made her confused on why you would offer to tell her something like this.

"Don't worry. You won't get in trouble. You would never try this plan." You chuckle. Making Katerine even more confused than she already was.

"You're too sane for this. I am too by the way. But maybe soon. Maybe next month. Hell, maybe even tomorrow."

You sigh as you close your eyes. But you could still feel Katerine's gaze on you.

"Once Shalnark has driven me insane with his insistence on watching me eat breakfast instead of eating himself. Or Uvo has… I meant Uvogin." You cringe at the way you accidentally called him by a nickname. "Uvogin has pushed me over the edge by the way he insists on having me on his lap whenever we're sitting. When they pushed me over the edge and I'm desperate beyond believe I got one ace up on my sleeve."

While your eyes are still closed you could tell Katerine was intrigued. Needing no prompting from her you kept talking.

"You see despite all the security cameras they don't always lock the door. Cocky fuckers… They're not wrong but still."

"But one day they'll be wrong," you grit your teeth as you sat up straight. Looking at Katerine who still wasn't sure where you were going with this.

"One day I will walk out of that door," you say with the conviction of a woman on a mission.

When you don't elaborate Katerine frowns at you.

"And then what?" She tilted her head at you.

"That's the thing." You grinned at her, a spark of intensity in your eyes. Which caused her to frown at you.

"…and then nothing." You say as if that makes any sense whatsoever.

"Nothing?"

"That's right! Nothing. Of course, this plan heavily relies on a few things. It assumes they won't just tackle me to the ground before I reach the door. But it also assumes they don't immediately chase me outside.

If I do things right they won't. Instead, Shalnark will have to check the security cameras first to see where I went.

Do you know what they'll see?"

Katerine could only shake her head.

"Me standing in front of the door. Doing nothing but stand there."

"Stand there?"

"I never said this was a permanent escape. But it would be an escape nonetheless."

"Sweetie?" Katerine asked, in a tone that reminded you of your own mother. The reason why you were so comfortable letting your mouth ramble like this around her despite the consequences.

"Maybe not for long, but I can see Shalnark giving me ten minutes of freedom. He'll convince Uvogin to let me be for a few moments. Of course, it will come with a price. Uvogin will want to break my legs to prevent me from doing it again. Shalnark will stop that though. He's both way too attracted to my legs and it will just be a hassle that's more trouble than it's worth.

I'm not sure what he would suggest instead. Maybe tie me to bed until I learned my lesson. Or implement trackers in my body. Though I'm pretty sure he's done that already."

"And that would be worth it for five minutes of freedom?"

"Not right now, but ask me again in a week and I might answer differently.

<3

Shalnark laughed as you correctly guessed what he would do if you went through with your ludicrous little escape plan. If you could even call it a plan that is. The sheer simplicity of your plan was the only reason Uvogin and himself could laugh about it.

"I suppose we didn't pick her for her smarts," Shalnark chuckled. A fond smile as he watched you on his phone. When he looked up he saw Uvogin with a bright smile.

While it was a regular nickname of his he couldn't help but feel something when he heard you call him Uvo even if it was by mistake.

"Wanna bet how long it will take for her to go through with this plan?" Uvogin grinned.

Shalnark's ever-present smile somehow widened. Something he tended to do whenever you were involved in something.

"You're on."

#yandere hxh #yandere shalnark #yandere shalnark x reader #yandere uvogin #yandere uvogin x reader #yandere hunter x hunter

[redriotinggg]

hi there! i really loved that post you made of Zosansopp getting together post-timeskip and Us, Coming Home To You was a fantastic fic- I was wondering if you had any more Zosansopp headcanons you might want to share?

Thanks so much!! I have so many thoughts about these three so thank you for giving me the excuse the share them!!!

First and foremost, Usopp is 100% the glue that keeps these three together. He helps Zoro and Sanji understand each other—how they each express their love, frustration, and sadness. In return, Sanji helps Zoro understand Usopp’s feelings of inadequacy and Zoro helps Sanji see that their sniper needs tough love sometimes, too.

They all love each other equally but Sanji and Zoro will happily say that Usopp is their favourite, and he uses that to his advantage. When Sanji’s annoying him, he cries that Zoro obviously loves him more, and vice versa. It works every time.

All of them are Mentally Ill™️ so they live in a constant state of telling each other to take care of themselves. They each take turns reminding the others to take a break and be selfish sometimes. Zoro gets Usopp (chronic overthinker) and Sanji (workaholic) to meditate, usually outdoors, somewhere quiet and peaceful. Sanji will prepare their favourite foods and provide reassurances. Usopp will hold them tight and distract them with stories.

More often than not, Sanji and Usopp stay up late to do their respective jobs. If he’s not on watch duty, Zoro will join them wherever they are to be in their company, even while he’s fast asleep. (If he is on watch duty, they join him where he is.)

Aside from battle, Zoro and Sanji are most in sync when they’re teaming up to get back at Usopp for his incessant pranks and the way he further instigates their petty arguments. You’d think he’d learn his lesson by now, but they know he just loves the attention.

After he pushes himself too hard in a fight, Usopp and Sanji pour all of their attention into Zoro. They treat him so gently—washing his hair, massaging tense muscles, and reassuring him that they’re safe and thanking him for protecting them. It’s just what he needs.

The stoic swordsman has no chance against the Romance Duo that is Sanji and Usopp. They’re both so good at acts and words of affection, even without trying. He does his best to reciprocate their affections in his own way.

As some of the few members of the crew who can swim, they often go swimming together for leisure, and often, competition.

NSFW: Sanji’s a bottom, Usopp’s verse to the max, and Zoro prefers to top but he bottoms sometimes. They switch roles a lot but their collective favourite is dom!Usopp.

I’ll leave it at that for now, before I end up staying up all night doing this, lmao. I have multiple WIPs for these three that I hope I’ll finish and share one day.

Thanks again for your ask (and your fantastic art and writing!) 💕

#zosansopp #sanuso #zosan #I CARE THEM SO MUCH #i wanna write about them now…… #send me more asks please please!!! #ask red #zosopp

[somebodycallhr]

Good morning

Steve and Eddie are awkward no doubt. For both of them in their respective ways it’s their first *real* relationship, that actually means something. Between a nervous Eddie unused to any endearing touch or simple kindness, and Steve who’s not sure how to have a relationship with a man trying desperately to find his role to fill. They’ve both heard all their lives exactly who they’re supposed to be and trying to find a way to be happy as themselves is very difficult. And despite all this trouble Eddie is still healing his wounds still fresh, everything is moving fast and chaotically but somehow in a good way.

So here they find themselves at the kitchen table Eddie waiting impatiently for coffee to brew. Talking and laughing. Steve spent the night again, he spends many nights with Eddie now while he dotes and tells his boyfriend he’s just enjoying their alone time he can’t stand the thought of something happening to Eddie especially without him there. He can’t endure that again.

They’re so alike the two of them, but strikingly different in one major way. Eddie is new to love and partnership, he’s never had a boyfriend longer than a month or two and even then he didn’t really care much about them. Steve however falls so quickly, so desperate to love and be loved. They can’t quite agree on timing. Eddie is afraid that he’ll care to much and lose Steve one way or another. Steve already cares and is terrified of losing another person he loves. They’ve both seen to much pain and lost far to many

The only thing that distracts them from their unending anxieties is each other. They have to hold dearly the simple moments in order to keep calm. Most people wouldn’t call their relationship perfect hell even healthy but it’s new and they’re learning. Eventually they’ll learn how to express themselves to each other, to get the timing right.

The Simple memories are the most important, like now. Steve watches this beautiful boy in front of him, his eyes dreary and hair messy. Pouring himself a cup of black coffee and complaining about how early it is. Steve wants nothing more than to give this boy everything in the world, he wants everyone else to see how amazing and crazy and funny and adorable this boy is. If everyone saw Eddie through Steve’s eyes there’d never be a doubt about him, no one would be picketing and protesting his release. No one would sneer at him for his sexuality or hobbies, everyone would hold this boy with gentle hands and kind eyes, like Steve does.

“Enjoying the show sweetheart.” Eddie says with a sarcastic smile draped across his lips. He saunters back to the table truly putting on a show. There’s no pain in the world that could break Steve’s joy watching his boyfriend be himself, being silly and happy despite the pain he’s in. Eddie is so strong, so brave. “Of course.” He purrs back as Eddie sits on the table in front of him. Eddie whimpers at the movement immediately stopping their flirting.

“Are you alright? What do you need?” Steve’s asks gently brushing his fingers across the bandages covering Eddie’s legs, the ones he’s guessing are hurting. “I’m alright, I’ve had worse. And besides they’re mostly healed” Eddie says though Steve would disagree three weeks isn’t enough time to heal his deep wounds. “Stay here I’ll grab your pain meds.” Steve says the anxiety still reaching his bones, even if he knows everyone is okay he still worries every day about Dustin Eddie Wayne he spends so much time worrying about and taking care of the people he loves.

Steve finds Eddie’s medicines and rushes them back to the kitchen and Eddie waiting patiently. “There’s my pretty boy, thought ya might’ve gotten lost.” Eddie purrs again eliciting a small love sick sigh from steve.

Eddie takes his meds with a swig of his dark coffee, and wraps his arms around steve in front of him, the kitchen counter holds him almost equal height with steve, who starts gently running his hands through Eddie’s hair. “I love your hair.” Steve mumbles quietly and presses a kiss on Eddie’s forehead. “Hmm maybe I’m the pretty boy here then.” Eddie teases with a smirk. “You’re my hoe.” Steve says grinning brightly as Eddie laughs. “I ain’t a hoe!” He says taking another sip from his coffee to hide his small blush and hush his laughter. “I know baby.” Steve leans in closer to Eddie pausing for permission before pressing their lips together, he kisses Eddie with as much passion and he feels burning inside him, deeply but gently caressing his leg and holding a hand on the back of Eddie’s neck.

After a moment Steve breaks looking to the side quickly and unhappy expression spread across his face. “What’s wrong?” A mildly panicked Eddie asks before Steve’s turns to face him again. “I can’t stand black coffee.” Steve says with a small amused smile. Without another word Eddie grabs the orange juice his boyfriend had been drinking and takes a gulp, before quickly pulling Steve back in for more.

They both can’t wait for Eddie to be *fully* healed.

———

The brain rot is here :)

#steddie #fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #oneshot #ficlet #gay shit is my only source of dopamine

[safetycar-restart]

i really want to reward charles for his amazing weekend by taking him to a nice, expensive restaurant with a little remote controled vibrator attached to his cock and play around with the settings and the intensity and making him stay quiet (or try to) while he squirms around in his seat and covers his crotch with his hands ☺️☺️

YES YES YES!! You're so right he would love that.

I think that there's a very expensive and very exclusive restaurant in Monaco that Charles loves, one which has separate rooms for VIPs and that's where you always take Charles for things like this.

You would love to take him to that restaurant after every race, because he absolutely deserves it. But he won't allow that. He only lets himself go to that restaurant when he's been very good.

So the moment he gets the podium, you know exactly where you two will be going on Monday night. And he's so excited! He loves those dinners so much, loves how he gets to just be a subby little thing and you'll handle absolutely everything for him.

He knows that something will happen, that you have something planned, but he doesn't ask any questions. He knows that you would never do something new without asking, and he knows his role in this is just to be good and listen.

So he doesn't ask, until you're about to leave and you tell him to come sit on the couch so you can give him something special.

He's confused, cause he's all dressed up already! But of course he does as you ask.

You don't say a word, just kneel down next to him and unzip his pants to take his cock out. He doesn't flinch when you do it, because he's yours! You can touch him however you want.

You take out the little vibe made to go around a cock and put it on for him, then put his cock back into his pants. He smiles at you afterwards, asking for a kiss and to know what's going to happen.

You explain to him that you have the remote for the vibe and you'll be using it on him while you two have dinner, and that when you get home he'll get to cum.

He's so excited!!

You drive him to the restaurant of course, ordering for the both of you and pouring his wine and listening to him babble about the race weekend. You play footsie with him under the table and randomly put the vibe on and off.

He makes the cutest little squeaks when you put it on, squirming in his seat. You make him try to keep quiet, but it's so difficult because he feels so good and you're treating him so well.

He manages to make it all the way through to desert, though you two split one desert and you have to feed him his half because he can't stop shaking. You try to put the vibe off entirely, but he nearly starts crying at that. So you keep it at a low setting and feed him, letting him lean against you and praising him.

You pay for dinner after that and take him home.

Maybe you end up giving him a hand job in the car? He's too needy and desperate to wait until you get home, so you let him cum all over the passenger seat of his expensive Ferrari and then drive him home for more cuddles.

#sub!charles #cl #nsfw. #gn!reader #soft soft vibes #📓

[claymorexpunisher]

As Fate Would Have It (CH.6/?) (18+ Fic)

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/OFC

Summary: Fate can't stand Drew. But as they say, there's a very thin line between love and hate. Could that be the case with these two?

Tags: 18+, hate to love, one night stand, unprotected sex, vamp!Drew, witch!Reader... sorta.

Chapter Word Count: 1,789

For the next couple of weeks, Fate made it her mission to avoid Drew.

They were back at square one and… she hated it, to be honest.

She hated it, but she wasn’t willing to put up with childish behavior.

Did she miss Drew?

Absolutely.

But her self-respect mattered more… at least that what she kept telling herself and everyone who asked.

Charlotte especially became an even bigger support system for Fate, and they became closer than ever.

Charlotte was hoping things could be fixed between Fate and Drew, but she wasn’t about to force her friend to be the one to try to patch things up, when it wasn’t her fault.

No, instead the girls continued to room together, and Char would listen to every tangent, would wipe every tear from Fate’s eyes, and they would curse Drew McIntyre’s existence like only a pair of besties could.

But even Char knew that Fate’s heart wasn’t really in it.

It was clear to Char and everyone who knew the couple that they were miserable without one another, and it was a couple before Fate decided it was time to finally sulk some more, but on her own this time.

Fate would be lying if she said she hadn’t been checking up on Drew and his wellbeing in the weeks that followed after Randy’s attack on him.

Luckily she had her writing job with WWE to hide behind whenever she would ask…

In the short time that Drew and Fate started fooling around with each other, things had developed in a much deeper way than either of them had anticipated.

It was like a switch was flipped inside of them the night they had sex, even with the understanding the arrangement wasn’t anything more than casual sex.

They could call it whatever they wanted, but deep down they both knew that that night, they had connected in ways they weren’t expecting.

Drew on his part had been wracking his brain, trying to come up with an apology that he felt was enough for Fate for how he treated her after his standoff with Randy.

Just showing up with a bouquet of roses, and/or a box of chocolates… even writing a message on a skyline didn’t feel like enough.

He had fucked up bad and he knew that.

The awful way he had treated Fate that night, when his problem really was with Randy, plagued Drew’s thoughts day and night.

He thought long and hard about a grand gesture that was fit for a woman as amazing as Fate but, Charlotte came to him one evening and let him know that the only thing Fate was looking for, was a sincere apology and accountability from him.

Nothing more, and nothing less, and she stressed that the time he spent trying to come up with a “proper” apology, was time wasted.

‘Just be honest with her.’ Char had said.

So here Drew was, trying to shake off the strong feelings of dejavu.

Tonight, the roles from their first night together were reversed.

Tonight, Drew found himself outside of Fate’s hotel room, ready to finally pour his heart out to her.

He was hoping against hope that this would work, or that at the very least, Fate was willing to just listen.

Psyching himself up, he brought a slightly shaky hand up and knocked on the hotel room door.

About 10 seconds later, he was met with the beautiful sight of Fate, wrapped up in a fluffy white with her hair pulled up into a messy bun.

God, she looked beautiful.

And Drew wanted nothing more than to shed that robe off of her body and pull her into his arms so that they could have themselves a repeat of that passionate night after what feels like years ago.

“Seems like we keep meeting each other this way.” Drew quipped before he could stop himself.

The slight smirk on his face quickly died at the withering stare he received in return.

“It definitely won’t end the same way; I can tell you that much.” Fate replied with one brow raised and an amused expression. “What do you want, Drew?” she said, sounding exhausted.

“I think we need to talk, Fate.”

“About what?”

“You know what… can I come in?” Drew asked, meeting Fate’s eyes.

Underneath that exhaustion and faux disinterest, Drew could see the twinge of sadness swimming in them.

Drew let his eyes trail from the top of Fate’s head to the tip of her white slippers that were peeking from underneath her robe.

Her entire body was lined with tension and exhaustion, and he was so mad at himself for partly being the reason for it.

Whether this night ended with them under the sheets again or not, Drew just wanted them to be good again.

But of course, he understood that what he wanted wasn’t and shouldn’t be the top priority right now.

What mattered was that he and Fate actually spoke rather than continue to push the situation under the rug as if it never happened.

Fate seemed to be debating with herself before she stepped aside to let Drew into her hotel room.

Drew decided to take that as a small win.

At least she was willing to hear him out.

“I shouldn’t have treated you the way that I did.” He began as he plopped down onto the hotel room bed, letting out a heavy grunt as he did so.

“No, you shouldn’t have.” Fate responded, nodding in agreement.

“And I shouldn’t have taken my anger with Randy out on you. You didn’t deserve that… you were right. My ego definitely took a beating that night and I took it out on you. And I’m so sorry, love.” Drew said, his brows furrowing in embarrassment as he recalled that horrible night.

Fate didn’t know if it was her powers that allowed her to sense certain emotions, or if he just seemed that sincere, but she could feel the shame emanating from his every pore.

And she almost, almost said ‘fuck it’ and planted a deep kiss to his lips like she so badly wanted to.

But she managed to hold herself back and just listened.

“You had nothing to do with any of it and you were only being kind and I… I threw it back in your face.” Drew continued, clearing his throat in a telltale sign that he was getting a bit emotional.

That, Fate wasn’t expecting.

She didn’t expect to see just how much that night had affected Drew and that… she didn’t know how to feel about that.

She didn’t know how to feel, seeing the raw emotion in Drew’s eyes and hearing it in his voice.

“That night that we… that we spent the night together-“He continued, only for Fate to cut him off.

“The night that we fucked, you mean.” She said in a clipped tone, reminding Drew of his callous words and making him flinch imperceptibly.

She hated herself for the retort when he was clearly trying to make amends, but God dammit, she was hurt.

Drew looked up at the ceiling for a moment before his eyes met hers again.

This time Drew’s tone was barely above a whisper, wanting her and her alone to hear his deepest feelings.

“The night that we spent together- “Fate clamped her mouth shut.

“-something happened inside of me… something changed and I-… I’m not asking you to just forgive me. But I just need you to know that that night meant more to me. It wasn’t just fucking, Fate. And I wish I had the balls to have said it then. Instead, I pretended to be okay with keeping things casual… but even so, you didn’t deserve to be treated that way.” Drew whispered.

Fate appreciated that he was admitting to his faults, but her mind zeroed in on one thing.

“…What changed?” Fate whispered back, scooting closer to him on the bed and letting the tips of their fingers touch.

Once again, a sliver of trepidation flitted over Drew’s blue eyes, and Fate was terrified that he’d shut down again.

But once again, Drew surprised her.

“I’ve never felt a connection like that, love. I tried to tell myself that the sex was just fucking phenomenal- which it was,” Drew smirked and Fate’s cheeks burned as she lightly smacked his chest.

“But it was… it was much more significant than that. I don’t know if it’s love or what, but I know that it was more than just sex. And this is so stupid, but the night Randy attacked me I wanted to push you away. I was embarrassed that you had to see me like that. I… I tend to deal with certain things- a lot of things, really- on my own. And there you were, ready to take care of me when I already felt like I was stupid enough to let him attack me. That and the way I knew I was starting to feel about you just freaked me the fuck out.” Drew finished, no longer looking at Fate until she made him.

Fate sighed, biting her bottom lip.

“You really hurt me. You made me feel like… like I didn’t matter. Like I was just some warm pussy you decided to sink into. That’s not okay, Drew.” She whispered hoarsely as tears clogged her throat.

Her words were like a blow to Drew’s chest, but he knew that he needed to hear them.

He needed to know the full extent of the damage he had caused so that he could make sure not to do it again, whether or not they decided to move forward together.

“Fuck… I know, love. I didn’t... I regretted it as soon as I said it and by then you had left. And I… I couldn’t take it back.” Drew said, his eyes glassy with unshed tears that he hastily blinked back.

“… I don’t forgive you. Yet.” Fate said and she saw about a million emotions flicker within Drew’s eyes.

Sadness.

Regret.

Hope, though that emotion was tentative.

He knew it wasn’t gonna be that easy.

“Understood. I get it.” Drew murmured.

“But I do feel strongly for you too.” Fate said, bravely meeting his eyes as she bared her soul as well. “That I know. I tried to deny it to myself but it’s stupid. I’m not ready for everything to just be all fine and dandy again. But I at least wanted you to know that.”

That night, Drew and Fate didn’t immediately fall back into each other’s arms again.

But at least they both knew that the chance of them slowly building something more together was a possibility…

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#drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre x ofc #drew mcintyre fanfic #drew mcintyre fan fiction #wwe fic #wwe fanfic #wwe fan fiction #wrestling fic

[sturnioloshacker]

the support of a fiancé  - a nick sturniolo short

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended 

summary: when nick has an off day, jake plays the role of a supportive fiancé

nick sat alone in his dimly lit room, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. the voices in his mind echoed with self-doubt and anxiety, his self-esteem dwindled and mental health spiraled, casting a shadow over his once vibrant and humorous self. as the days grew darker, his fiancé jake noticed the change and decided to be his anchor. 

jake entered the dark room and found nick curled up in bed, tissues from the tears sprawled everywhere. seeing nick this upset broke his heart. with a gentle touch, he sat beside nick, softly rubbing his back. nick’s body shook from a loud sob after realising that his lover sat next to him. he uncurled himself only to roll over and curl up into jake’s lap, small sobs escaping his swollen pink lips. playing with his hair and gently scratching his back, jake patiently waits for nick to calm down before asking about the change in behaviour. 

“nick, my love, what’s going on? you can tell me everything, i’m here to listen.”

nick slowly begins to pour his emotions and feelings out to jake who is patiently listening to every single word. hearing how nick is struggling to keep up with life and how he’s concerned that jake doesn’t love him anymore because this absolutely shatters jake’s heart. by the time nick finishes, both boys are in tears, one from all the hurt and anxiety and the other from heartbreak and sadness. 

“please stay with me, i need you. i don’t want you to leave me,” nick whispers, looking up at jake, tears threatening to fall again.

“i’ll never leave you. i proposed to you for a reason. i asked you to marry me for a reason. and that reason is to stay with you through thick and thin. there’s nothing you can say or do that will make me leave. i love you so much and we will get through this, you and me, together as one.”

nick shuffles up against jake, gently places his hand on his cheek and kisses him so much love and so much passion that the two lovebirds end up in tears again. that night, they went to bed cuddled up against each other, their limbs all tangled up like one big knot. in the days that followed, jake helped nick through the stormy darkness and into the bright light. their undying love for one another became a source of strength for the both of them and eventually, nick was back to his funny and happy self. 

“i’m so happy that I have you in my life. thank you so much for everything, i love you forever and always.”

“i’ve got your back, sweetheart, no matter what the future holds for you. i love you forever and always.”

#nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets imagine #sturniolo triplets fanfic