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maj-3k · 2 months

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Y.N (seeing Adam): I can fuck misogyny out of him.

Lute: You can what?!?

#incorrect quotes y/n #incorrect quotes #male reader #nb reader #Nb reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #Hazbin hotel x Nb reader #Adam x male reader #Adam x reader #lute x reader #Lute x male reader #y/n #male y/n #nb y/n

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ask-the-kochou-siblings · 1 year

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STAR WATCHING

warning:hah you thought!

fluff

includes:Sabito x NB Y/n, Rengoku x NB! Y/n, Giyuu x NB! Y/n, Muzan x NB! Y/n, Yoriichi x NB! Y/n, Kokushibo x NB! Y/n, star watching, getting married to NB! Y/n!

NB! Y/n:

Sabito

Hey NB! Y/n... how are you? Sabito asked kindly I’m great! But what’s up with that face? You would ask Sabito. Well um.... I was wondering if you would like to uhm... go star watching with me tonight? You said yes as he dragged you to the field of flowers a few minutes later he thought it was the moment to ask you he bent down on one knee and pulled out a little black box you turned to him and gasped he then opened the box with a ring inside. NB! Y/n will you marry me? Later on you said yes and started to jump on him. I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SABITO! Sabito picked you up and then You both ended the day with a loving long kiss!

Yoriichi

You walked to Yoriichi and pecked at his cheek. Okay okay I get it! He pecked at your lips. Hellooo lovely! You then went outside to water the flowers. In the afternoon you went with Yoriichi to see uta. At night Yoriichi took you out for star watching. Right now at midnight. Babe it’s midnight we should go inside you turned to go inside until you heard him bend down on one knee and pull out a small little black box the you gasped to see the ring he opened it to be ofc you said yes you wanted him to be the love of your life but forever you walked inside and ended the day with kisses and cuddles

dude I am so laz-

lazy bitch

SHUT UP NB! Y/N anywho I am lazy so I will finish this later!

@ask-giyuu-the-gym-teacher I hope you enjoy these two

#yoriichi x reader #Yoriichi fluff #sabito x reader #sabito fluff #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo fluff #muzan x reader #Muzan fluff #rengoku x reader #rengoku fluff #giyuu x reader #giyuu fluff #nb y/n #fluff #kny fluff #Cute #kny #loves it

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sur-i-ki · 3 months

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥?

𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

He won’t lie, he likes you clingy. However, you hadn’t been spending much time with him. Megumi knew that you would be free today. So a scary movie it was. He needed an excuse.

He had called you over and had the movie playing. Your hands were gripping his, knuckles white, and you had them pulled in front of your face. He smiled a little when he realized you were still peeking through them.

“You scared?”

He was being a little mean. He knows you know, as if the quick glare you sent him didn’t speak volumes. Freeing his hands from your death grip, he throws one arm around you. Within a second, your hands were gripping his again, and he couldn’t help but laugh right against your ear, breathy and deep.

When he feels you shiver against him, Megumi has a feeling that the jump-scare on the screen wasn’t the reason.

A few moments pass, and his head is propped up against the wall. During the dialogue scene, you glance over at him.

“Aren’t you scared?”

His eyes slid over to meet your’s. “Hm?”

You huff a little in frustration at his face. “You have no expression on your face. I’m feeling a little silly over here.”

Megumi pulls you closer to him, and your dogs bound onto the bed. Scratching them behind their ears, you continue, “They have more feeling on their face than you.”

Megumi listens quietly, snuggling his face against your neck. The movie continues, and during the next jump-scare, he kisses your neck from behind, effectively distracting you.

Your pulse thunders right against his lips as he feels you tighten your hands around his. As the movie ends, he rubs your shoulders, massaging the tension and fear away slowly.

Once you’ve relaxed against him, he kisses your hair, your neck, your shoulders. He doesn’t notice you and the dogs getting ready to pounce him.

“Rah!” You turn in his arms, throwing your weight against him as the dogs tackle him from the sides. He laughs, falling, as all three of you pepper his face with kisses.

After calming down, he opens his eyes and looks at you. Your hands are holding his face, and he knows there’s a flush in his cheeks as your thumbs graze it.

“There we go. Much better.”

Pulling you to lay down on him, he sighs. With you hugging him tightly, he knows you’re gonna spend the night because you’re scared. You’re clingy.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

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maopll · 4 months

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imagine spoiler btw

If you tame Cerberus, you gain the title of the "Ruler of Underworld" right? Since MC is from a different timeline, what if upon an encounter with the fearsome beast, Cerberus is more calm and quite and not even that hostile towards MC since they still have that faint scent lingering on them that no one can feel but Carberus so....

It's odd, and very unusual. Cerberus is known as the most hostile creature that lives in the Devildom. Cerberus is so violent that its ferociousness has taken the form of a rumor. So were the rumors false? or was it your presence that changed the whole trajectory of the rumors. The brothers got into positions incase you were harmed since Cerberus was no talk. He circled around you a few times and leaped on you. With joy. The spectators were alerted yet they were frozen with shock by the scenes that were unfolding infront of them. Should they feel scared of Cerberus' presence or should they question the way he licked you with familiarity and happiness as if it was a little puppy.

Aside from you, no one knows, not even the Lucifer from the timeline from where you have come. You used to feed Cerberus meat jerky from time to time since it seemed lonely having to guard the underground tomb.

Cerberus smelled that you were no harm and you had that scent of love and care emiting from you so he licked your face and tackled you with joy and playfulness. "Oh my Cerbie! th—that tickles, oh!" you scratched his chin and petted him aggressively since that's how he likes it.

"Barbatos...is this...supposed to happen?" Lucifer asks quite clulessly to an equally clueless Barbatos who watches you behave with Cerberus as if you've known him for many, many years.

Meanwhile, the other 6 brothers watch you with jawdropped. "Hahah! now this isn't something you get to see everyday!" "Diavolo shouldn't you be concerned?" Solomon asks sweating profusely.

Looks like you earned yourself a new found fame and an easy access to be able to rule beside Diavolo as his significant other. Its a win-win !

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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Hi! I'd copy-and-pasted this request into my doc to write it, but now I can't find it in my inbox! I don't think it was anonymous, so if this is your request and it somehow got deleted, I'm very sorry! Thank you for requesting, apologies for the wait, and hope you like it <3

hi love!!! Congratulations on 1,000 followers!!! I absolutely adore your writing and if your requests are open I’d love it if you could right something about poly marauders with a reader who’s non-binary or gender fluid. Maybe they just got together and the reader hasn’t came out to them yet or something. Idk you get all the writing freedom, of course if you don’t want to write it’s totally fine!!! Thanks anyway 🫶💗🫶💗 xoxo

cw: marauders unknowingly misrepresent reader's pronouns+gender

poly!marauders x nb!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“Sirius, no.” Remus rubs at his temples. “I will not mar you with a tattoo gun you bought from some bloke on the street.”

“Oh, don’t be such a wuss,” Sirius complains, sitting spread out on his bed. “It'll be fun, you can all do it!”

“I’m on board,” James says from his own bed. He’s levitating his shoes about the room idly. “Hey Pads, can we draw anything we want?”

Sirius ponders this for a moment. “If you do a dick, it has to be small, and I’m putting an arrow with your name next to it.”

James’ smile fades, and he lets the shoes drop. “You’re no fun.”

“I don’t know,” you say to Remus, looking up at him from your chosen spot on the floor of their dorm. “It’s his body, I say let him cover it in shitty tattoos if that’s what he wants.”

“Yes!” Sirius hops down from his bed to throw an arm around your shoulders, planting a kiss on your cheek. “That’s what I’m talking about, that’s my girl!”

You’d begun to glow at his over-the-top praise, but you dim at the last bit. Sirius must feel it; he looks over at you quizzically as Remus says for the fifth time, “That’s fine, but I won’t have anything to do with it.”

“Well, it’ll…” Sirius’ eyebrows furrow as he continues to watch you. You try to bury your discontent where he can’t see it, but once he catches a whiff of melancholy he becomes a dog with a bone. The levity slowly leeches from his voice. “It’ll be more fun if you all do it…Sorry, sweetheart, is everything alright?”

You don’t want the attention, but you can’t bring yourself to lie. “I didn’t mean to distract you,” you say softly, shoulders hunching forward. “Keep going.”

“No, that’s alright.” His slender fingers squeeze at your shoulder like he can tell you need the comfort. “It’s not actually important. What’s on your mind?”

You want to tell him. You want to tell all of them, you have for weeks, but is there ever a right time? When the boys had first asked you out, it felt too abrupt to say anything, like you were making a big deal out of nothing because they didn’t even know you all that well. But now you’ve turned serious faster than you could’ve seen coming, and they feel like they do know you that well. And the longer you go without telling them, the more like you feel like you’re keeping some dirty secret.

You should have just corrected them the first time they’d gotten your pronouns wrong. Each time feels like someone’s chipping away at your heart with a toothpick, the pain lessened by your surety in their good intentions but still very much there. It’s almost worse, now, to be on the precipice of falling in love with people who you don’t feel really know you, and it’s all your own fault.

This isn’t how you’d imagined the conversation coming about, but it might be the best chance you get for a while.

“I, uh.” You clear your throat, unsure if you should move out from under Sirius’ arm for this conversation but really not wanting to. “I don’t…listen, it’s not your fault, but I don’t really like it when you call me your girl.”

Sirius lets his arm drop to look at you properly, hurt flashing across his features. You take his hand, selfish thing that you are. “I mean it, it’s really not your fault.” It’s more plea than promise. “It’s just that I don’t—I don’t really see myself as a girl. I’m sorry.”

You watch confusion take hold in Sirius’ expression before letting your eyes flit to the other boys. James looks tentatively like he’s beginning to understand, and Remus’ face is carefully controlled. He leans his elbows on his knees, looking down at you.

“What do you mean by that, honey?”

You know the endearment is meant to soften the question, but you get all tense around the middle anyway.

“Just that…” You swallow, and James offers you a small smile of encouragement. “I don’t really see myself as any gender. It’s…it’s called nonbinary, I don’t know if you might’ve heard of it before? I’m really sorry I didn’t say something sooner.”

“Hey, that’s alright.” James kicks a foot out from his bed, nudging your leg gently. “I’m really glad you told us, angel. Thank you.”

You try to return his smile, chewing your lip.

“Merlin, I thought you meant you didn’t want to be our girl,” Sirius sighs, bumping your shoulder with his. “That would have been unacceptable. You can be our something-else, though, if you like.”

This is going well, you tell yourself. They’re being as kind as you’d always expected. Still, you don’t feel like they fully understand what you’re so clumsily trying to tell them.

“I get it if this changes things for you,” you say, and when you lean away from Sirius’ touch, he doesn’t chase you. “I know this is…you signed on for a girlfriend, not this.”

The gentle smile drops from James’ face. His eyebrows twitch together uncertainly. “We…what? No, we didn’t…we didn’t ‘sign on’ for anything like that. We signed on for you.”

“Darling,” Remus says, in that careful, measured voice that you can’t decide if you should be nervous about, “I don’t know a lot about this, so correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t the point that you’re still you? You’re just telling us how you’d like to be treated and understood, right?”

You take a second to run over his words in your head before nodding.

Everything about Remus has gone soft, from his eyes to the gentle uptilt of his mouth. “Then James is right. Nothing has changed. I mean, we can make any changes to our relationship that make you more comfortable, but nothing about how much we care for you is any different.”

“And look around you, sweetheart.” Laughter livens Sirius’ tone. “It’s not like any of us are only dating girls.”

A smile tugs at your lips. “That’s a good point,” you mumble, and he laughs, arm reclaiming its spot around your shoulders.

“Yeah, I actually do make those sometimes,” he teases. “Listen, gorgeous, I don’t think anyone here has a problem with you being whoever you are. Just tell us what you like to be called, and we will. And if there’s anything we do that you don’t like,” he adds, giving your shoulder a little squeeze, “you can tell us those things too.”

James nods, emphatic. “Exactly. We want to support you, angel. Thanks for telling us, but just keep talking to us when you can, okay?”

You have to bite down on your lip to contain the full scope of your smile. “Okay,” you promise him, overflowing with a gratitude that feels a lot like love. “Thanks. You guys are too sweet to me.”

Remus makes a pfft sound. “Dove, I cannot believe that is your standard for sweetness. You’ve set the bar far too low.”

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thebellearchives · 1 year

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𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒

~ solomon ; obey me [nightbringer]

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : after another tiring day with the brothers you go back into your boyfriend’s arms

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, stablished relationship, self indulgent fluff and comfort, absolutely clean of nightbringer spoilers!

‧₊˚ a / n : another Sol fic because i’m obsessed with him 🖤

Exhausted, you followed Lucifer towards the foyer. Despite the deafening silence between the both of you, you noticed he shot you some concerned glances once in a while. You loved the brothers, you really did, but turned out their antics used to be even worse in the past than what they were in your time, much to your surprise. You could feel your eyelids growing heavier, and your mind shutting down while your legs continued to carry you outside of the mansion.

“Solomon” Lucifer’s greeting snapped you back awake, and your eyes found your sorcerer boyfriend just entering the mansion.

“Oh, you’re heading out?”

“Mc is, did you have any business here?” Lucifer solemnly stared at your teacher, but he didn’t seem fazed, instead he smiled.

“Yes, I was just coming to pick up my lovely apprentice, thought maybe we could walk back to Cocytus Hall together”

“That’s convenient” the demon’s voice almost hinted a bit of relief, your eyes focused on his face, which was now offering an apologetic gaze. “Mc here seems to be exhausted to the bone. My apologies, my brothers went overboard this time.”

“No worries” you waved it off and almost added something about how used you were used to it “I’m sure I just need a good nights rest and i’ll feel like new in no time.”

“Very well, have a safe walk back you two” Lucifer didn’t linger and walked back towards his study.

“You do look beat” Solomon giggled, and with a sigh you walked up to him.

“I’m in need of one of those hugs of yours” you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head over his clavicles.

“Aw, poor Mc” his voice softened and he hugged you back “I take it this means you don’t want to walk back home?”

Your eyes closed lazily, finding a captivating comfort in his arms.

“I’d totally hate that” your whispered voice got a slight chuckle out of him.

“You’re lucky you have such an indulgent boyfriend” Solomon slightly leaned over you and picked you up bridal style, his movements so swift and light that it didn’t even startle your eyes open. Your arms slithered around his neck, almost feeling the warmth of his body lullabying your thoughts to sleep. “how about I prepare you a bath and cook your favourite dish?”

A breeze rushed over your skin to let you know you had been teleported back to your room and you opened your eyes immediately.

“I’m not really hungry” he walked you over to bed.

Solomon tried to lay you over the clean sheets, but your arms remained locked around his neck. You laughed as you brought him down into the mattress with you and he let out a surprised yelp.

“Just stay here with me” his silver eyes looked up to you as you spoke “ right now I only want to rest in your arms”

“Your wish is my command” he grabbed you hand and kissed your knuckles, before moving over next to you.

With a sigh, you buried yourself into his arms again and closed your eyes, nuzzling against his black turtleneck. As you drifted away into the alluring sense of rest, you felt Solomon leaving a sweet kiss on your hair.

“Sweet dreams, darling.”

#; fluffy belle #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #om solomon #solomon x mc #solomon x reader #solomon x you #solomon x y/n #obey me x reader #gn!reader

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flappingdragon · 3 months

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Mammon + M!MC With a Huge Cock

A/N: I’ve finally returned from my small little break and I’m back with more porn! This time it’s Mammon!! I love him so much so why not give him the whole damn package? And why not make it huge while I’m at it, right? 🌚

Tags: Bottom Mammon, size difference (both height and genitalia), blowjob, deep throating, Mammon loves your cock so you can technically call him a cock slut ig but I won’t put that in here, rough sex, hair pulling, biting, male MC/AMAB reader, light spanking, multiple sex positions, and creampies

When Mammon first took a look at your size, he fell in love

Surely he knew you were big because you were taller and more built than him, but he didn’t expect you to be this big

The first time he glanced at your cock, he was on his knees staring at how much bigger it was compared to his mouth

It twitched and leaked a lot of pre-cum and he wanted it in his mouth

He licked his lips and swallowed

And that’s when you ordered him to get to work

He started with licking from the base of your cock to the tip where he swirled his tongue around the tip, tasting you

Then he grabbed your shaft and started stroking slowly as he went down to suck on your balls

He couldn’t help but get excited as you groan

“Fuck, baby. You’re good at this.”

Praising him only made him work faster

He stopped stroking you and instead wrapped his lips around your tip before taking you in his mouth

You were big so he couldn’t fit all of you in, but he knows how to make up for that

He stroked whatever wasn’t in his mouth and started bobbing his head and sucking hard

He uses his tongue to lick your tip and the sides of your shaft

It drives you crazy

After some time, his movements become slow due to the fact that he was sucking harder and moving faster than he should have been

But once you entangle your hand in his hair, he goes feral

His cock twitches and his heart explodes

And he’s now deep-throating you at high speeds

You can’t help but moan and this only fuels him faster

He starts massaging your balls and humming around your length, using his tongue in whatever way is best

You’re cumming down his throat in a matter of seconds

You keep him shoved down your length as you paint his throat white

And considering how big your balls were, you held him there for a good, solid ten seconds before pulling him off

Now cut to you roughly pounding him into his mattress

He has his tongue out and eyes rolled up to the back of his head as he moans louder than your skin making contact with his

As you fuck him, his ass jiggles and you give him a few slaps on each of his ass cheeks

This makes him slam back onto your cock

And you find it so hot

You lean over his back and grab a fist full of his hair, pulling it back towards you and you bite his neck rather hard to leave a mark

Then you flip him around so his legs are on your shoulders and you’re bending him almost in half as you rail him into the sheets

He’s cumming and screaming your name

You follow soon after and you bury yourself deep inside, filling him

Once you pull out, your both too exhausted to clean up

So you just pull the covers over the both of you and cuddle together until either one of you gain the strength to properly clean

A/N: Genuinely loved writing this one and I hope I didn’t make too many spelling or grammar mistakes. I’ll be writing Solomon or Lucifer’s HC post next. So stay tuned for that!!

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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HEYYY NOBU!!

Can I request Vampire!Reader x Scaramouche? Can be sfw or nsfw! I love the way u write for Scaramouche 🫶🫶

✿ 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 ♡︎

characters: scaramouche x nb!vampire!reader

warnings: biting, blood, modern au!!, suggestive but nothing too explicit, scara being a masochist, also he has wet dreams and dirty thoughts so scaranation we winning

notes: oooooohhhh vampire reader( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) awooga

to think that i used to listen to chris’ “i want your bite” when i was 8 or smt. maybe that’s why i have biting kink sm

scaramouche, the famous, pretty boy from sci-com class, who ALSO happen to be your roommate is a pain in the ass for short. always nagging you to make him coffees, food, snacks. always stealing your much more larger clothes to wear them. yep a pain in the ass.

but one thing that’s even more annoying than you two’s constant bickering, tussles and fights is how nosy he gets. especially when you’re suffering from not having been eating for some time.

whenever he just gets all up in your personal bubble, showing his nose up your business, jabbing a finger to your chest, you just want to throw him down on the floor, tear off his shirt and forcibly take your fill.

gods those days are the hardest. especially when the short male just keeps taunting you while having that damned fucking smug smirk on his pretty, porcelain face.

the amount of times you’ve imagined of the smug little guy turning into a defenseless, hopeless, whining mess with flushed cheeks and blabbering nonsense is uncanny. if anyone were to ever find out of these fantasies playing in your head, they would think you’re some kind of a pervert or just obsessed with him. which they kind of aren’t wrong but you got dignity to keep.

however scaramouche also had his fair share of troubles and fantasies like you.

every human are born with fanged teeth, the short guy knows that but he just can’t help but notice that yours seem much more sharper.

whenever he thinks you’re not looking, his dark indigo eyes would travel to your lips. patiently waiting, watching, staring at the sharp canines to poke through when you would open your mouth.

maybe that’s why scaramouche enjoys picking fights with you so much. so he can cover up his hopeless stare with a glare, eyes locked on your mouth, fangs bared.

and it’s because of that reason, scaramouche had found out he has another kink. biting kink. more specifically, being bitten by your sharp canines.

during class, in the morning, waiting for the washing machine to finish drying up his washed clothes, he’s constantly daydreaming about you.

of you getting so fed up with him one day during your daily fights that you would just snap and force him down. pinning his hands and neck down on the floor with your much more bigger, rougher hands before biting down harshly on the sensitive juncture between his neck and shoulder.

breaking the pale, smooth skin, causing it to bleed and for him to claw at your back, making him whine and sob with a mixture of pain and pleasure. biting down so hard until the skin breaks and blood trickles from his neck while you lick them clean, making him arch his back with a filthy, slurred moan of your name.

his face would flush an embarrassing shade of hue, jaw clenched tightly, legs starting to rub together as his daydream get carried off, turning into something more explicit and sinful.

and that is when his small fantasies would get ruined, by the teacher calling his name, the loud constant deeps of his alarm or by the annoying fucking tune that plays whenever the washing machine ends.

fuck, he wanted your bite.

perhaps that desperation is what led to him being more pushy when he entered your shared dorm room today.

throwing his bag towards you with false anger, hissing out cusses after another, dragging up an old mistake and jabbing it at you. twisting your words of defence, using it against you with hopes of you just finally fucking breaking and just pin him down and forcefully break him in half.

and his hopes get fulfilled.

your [c] eyes getting dark and cloudy as if in a haze, your rough hand grabbing at his throat before throwing his tiny body down on the bed with some noise akin to a growl escaping between your clenched jaw. pinning him down on the soft mattress, glaring down at his dark indigo eyes with pure anger.

fuck, you were so hot, scaramouche couldn’t help but let out a low whimper like a pathetic little mess. small hands and slender fingers coming up to wrap around your hand that’s choking him with a faux anxiety. heart thrumming wildly in his ribcage.

“you better not struggle for your own good, you little shit. i decided to put up with your ass for far too long and i think it’s about time you get put in your place” he let out a high pitched noise, similar to a squeak, at your words.

finally. finally his daydreams get to come true! fuck, you made him wait for so long!

the purple head’s fantasies always highlighted this scene. him always wondering how it would feel, how your breaths would make him shudder, how your fangs would pierce his skin but none of his dirty thoughts held a candle to the moment.

a soft moan tumbling out of his mouth when you licked a long stripe on his neck, the soft pants of excitement and fear turning into a mewl of pleasure when you bit down.

sharp canines piercing his pale skin, pushing in more before breaking the skin, digging deep into the flesh. causing scaramouche to arch his back up into your body, seemingly begging you to bite more more more!

a sinful mewl and sobs of pleasure coming out of his mouth. tiny body shaking and twitching from the mixture of pain and pleasure, hot tears starting to gather in his eyes before slipping out. smudging his perfect red eyeliner but scaramouche didn’t care.

it just felt so good and he wanted more♡︎.

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halaxia · 9 months

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cw | smut, semi-possessive sol, nsfw under the cut mdni

Solomon was a patient man.

He kept mostly to himself whilst at RAD, stealing glances your way in the subtlest of fashions whenever you might have happened to share a class, purposefully brushing his hand against yours after he asks you to hand him something, sending a playful wink in your direction when nobody was looking.

He was not one to enjoy answering incessant questions about himself and his personal affairs, and with how quickly rumours spread at RAD (usually thanks to Asmodeus’s natural ability to never be able to keep his mouth shut when he sees an inkling of a relationship between any two individuals), Solomon knew that the two of you would not be immune to being the center of demon-gossip around the school.

Whenever he would find himself at the House of Lamentation (which was quite often, seeing as you frequented there nearly every day and he took it upon himself to walk you back to Cocytus Hall after a long day spent being an attendant to the brothers), he let himself be a little more lax around you; lingering touches and innuendos did not go unnoticed by the brothers, nor did they fail to tell you just how much disdain they held for the sorcerer, always when he just happened to be in earshot.

Solomon cared naught for the contempt the brothers held for him, whether they voiced so or not—he always lurked around corners just long enough to hear you defend him.

He did not let his resolve crack around the brothers, not even around Simeon and Luke—despite how unnecessarily handsy everyone was with you, at the end of the day in Cocytus Hall when you were pressed up against Solomon with greedy lips roaming your body, he made sure you knew exactly who you belonged to.

“Solomon,” you moaned, arching your back as he pounded into your aching cunt. His hands moved from your hips to your throat, pulling you up so that your back met his chest, both of your bodies coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

“They can’t make you feel like this, can they?” he said breathily into your ear, kissing the spot just below it on your neck. “Those…those brothers think they know you better than I do, but they don’t, do they? Not when I have you like this, hm?” His hand moved slowly down your stomach to tease your clit, his other hand moving up and down the column of your neck slowly as you shook your head fervently, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

“Use your words,” he encouraged, voice low and sultry as he slowed the movements of both his hips and his fingers, the change of pace prompting you to whine his name in protest.

“N-no,” you stuttered, desperately clenching around his cock, the constriction forcing his breath to catch in his throat.

“No, what?” he managed before his lips returned to your neck, biting gently on the places he knew would drive you insane—he knew, nobody else did. “You can do better than that.”

“Th-they can’t make me feel like this—please, Solomon,” you begged, a smirk tugging at his lips at your affirmation as he picked up the pace once again, the tips of his fingers brushing against your clit with just enough pressure to elicit a wanton moan from your lips.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed the skin of your neck with more urgency; his girl—you were his, and he was yours.

Solomon was patient, yes—he would hold his composure around others, ignoring (but not overlooking) the way the brothers’ eyes lingered on you when you turned your back to them, the whispers of you amongst the students at RAD, the apprentice of the strongest (and only) human sorcerer in the Devildom. He was patient because, at the end of it all, nobody knew you like he did—your secrets, your troubles, your body, you laid it all bare for him, nobody else.

Solomon relished in the fact that, no matter how desperately anybody else wanted you, they’d never get to have you—you’d chosen him over everybody else, and although he’d sometimes glance at the faded pact marks on your skin with disdain, they meant little to him when he knew that he was the only one who could have you under him in such a manner. His was the name that would be the first you’d utter in the early morning when you’d whine about having to wake up so early and beg for five more minutes with him, and his was the name that would be the last to leave your lips at the end of the night when the moon would shine brightly on your skin through his window, illuminating you so beautifully for only his eyes to see.

“I love you,” he breathed against your skin, your chests rising and falling in sync before he caught your lips in a kiss, much gentler than he had been with you a moment ago.

“I love you too,” you whispered, and Solomon felt peace knowing that his would be the only ears to hear you utter those words in the three realms. Not any angel, not any demon, and not any other human—it was just him and you.

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 9 months

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Psssst, it's me, J, I may have a wonderful little request, but may I offer

Leona x ray of sunshine nonbinary reader, with top Leona trying to corrupt the reader with any kink of your choosing?

Oh, my dear, you have no idea how much I adore corruption~ This one may be a bit longer, but nonetheless, please enjoy~

Title: A King's Corruption

Characters: Top!Leona x Bottom!Enby!Reader

Contains: corruption, rough sex, choking

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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"Hey...I wanna try something new."

Leona gazed down at you from his hovered position, arms resting on either side of your head. His expression was serious but laced with hesitance. You two were in Leona's bed together, his large blanket over the both of you as if to cover the devil's dance when he asked his question.

"Oh Leona, of course! You know I don't mind trying new things with you." You softly smiled, gently caressing his face to further reassure the beastman. "What is it?"

"Well...it's a couple things but...first. I was wondering if...I could go rougher tonight."

He was always gentle with you. Despite his demeanor, he always played with you like you were fragile, and you didn't mind it. You adored how soft he could be, how careful yet filling he felt when thrusting into you. Though you had to admit, you felt as if something could be done to spice that up, you were just unsure of how to bring it up.

Though this didn't mean you were without hesitation. "Well...rougher how?"

"I'm...not sure? I just...I want to use my hands a bit more, move harder..."

In all honesty, you weren't sure how you would feel about this, but instead of shutting him down, you replied, "Let's try tonight. Nothing crazy, but you can use your hands a bit more, okay?"

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Leona carefully thrusted into you, his speed his typical, gentle pace, though this time he had your wrists pinned with his hands, the tips of his claws pressing ever so carefully into your skin. The air was full of sound, moans and gentle skin slapping.

"L-Leona~"

You had to admit, being pinned like this was quite blissful. Despite his gentle movements, you felt at his mercy, and it was quite exciting to feel. This was definitely more than okay with you now, considering just how incredible it felt under his hands.

Then, without thinking, you uttered, "H-Harder...~"

Leona's thrusts sputtered before stalling, as if he had to reach deep within himself to keep control. "A-Are you sure?"

You nodded with a hum, more than certain.

Though you consented, Leona was still careful as his roughness increased, yet that small bit was enough to pitch your moans, your head digging into the pillow. Who knew such little changes would feel so pleasant?

"F-Fuck~! L-Leona~!"

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Whenever you two were together in bed, a little bit would always be added at your approval. At one point, Leona had brought up the other thing he wanted to do, which was choking. Now that one you were hesitant on, but after your trial sessions similar to the roughness tests, you found that it was just as exhilerating. Throughout it all, you had wondered why you never brought it up before, or rather why you couldn't, but you were always greatful that Leona did so, saving you the trouble.

It wasn't until one night, after many many nights of boundary testing, you two were once again in Leona's bed. He was moving at a pace and roughness that would make demons blush. His hands clutched at the bedsheets beside your head, growling and panting as he fucked your hole with wild abandon. The way you screamed his name had urged him on so much that he was practically feral.

"L-Leona~! S-So good~ S-So fucking good~!"

Though one thing he wasn't expecting just yet was for you to grip at his wrist, startling him to let go of the sheets as you directed his hand over to your neck, gazing up at him with pleading eyes.

His heart throbbed with desire, his cock twitching inside of you as he gripped the sides of your neck, cutting off the bloodflow to your head as it gave you a blissful, fucked out expression. This was what he wanted to see. That sweet face he saw everyday, that sunshine-like, sweet person, reduced to a cock hungry mess.

Leona released your throat, giving you a moment's rest before gripping once more, slightly tighter. He gave a breathy, gravely chuckle as he watched you squirm below him with pitching moans.

"Y-You're doing so good for me~ Now...l-let's get you to cum like this~"

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chiefcheesecakemaker · 3 months

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Chat's between mammon and mc

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmo #obey me memes #obey me mammon #obey me mc #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon x you #mammon x y/n #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc #obey me mammon x you #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me scenarios #obey me texts #menace of an mc

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maj-3k · 2 months

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Wriothesley: Y.N I need relationship advice.

Y.N: You want an advice from me? Wriothesley I was flirting with Neuvillette for 30 years before I realized that he didn't played hard to get for three decades. He just didn't know what flirting was.

#reader #nb reader #male reader #incorrect quotes y/n #incorrect quotes #nb y/n #male y/n #y/n #wriothesely x reader #wriothesley x male reader #neuvillette x male reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x male reader

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imarealnugget · 3 months

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Nanami Kento, who...

Feat. Nanami Kento

TW. fluff, headcanons, Nanami Kento x nb reader

Words Count: 0.4k

Nanami Kento, who is known for his serious demeanor, surprises you with occasional café dates. Despite his preference for simplicity, he appreciates the calm atmosphere and the chance to enjoy a quiet conversation over a cup of coffee. The two bond over their favorite brews, and Nanami finds solace in these moments away from the chaos of jujutsu sorcery.

Nanami Kento, who has a knack for picking out thoughtful and practical gifts. He pays attention to subtle hints and surprises you with items that align with your interests or needs, showing that beneath the stoic exterior, he cares deeply for their well-being and happiness.

Nanami Kento, who loves spending his pastimes with you while reading together. Whether it's sharing passages from jujutsu scrolls or exploring literature unrelated to sorcery, the quiet companionship during these reading sessions strengthens your bond, creating a space for shared interests and intellectual connection.

Nanami Kento, who has mastered the art of comfortable silence with you. There's no pressure to fill every moment with words, and you find solace in each other's presence. Whether it's watching a sunset or simply enjoying each other's company, you revel in the tranquility of shared moments without the need for constant conversation.

Nanami Kento, who despite his busy schedule, i occasionally surprises you with a homemade dinner. He meticulously follows recipes, creating a delicious and heartwarming meal. The effort he puts into cooking reflects his commitment to nurturing the relationship and creating memorable experiences.

Nanami Kento, who allows himself to be a bit more relaxed, engaging in playful banter with you. His dry sense of humor emerges, and you share light-hearted moments that showcase a different, more carefree side of Nanami that few get to witness.

Nanami Kento, who (with you) shares a love for stargazing. Whether it's a quiet night on a rooftop or a spontaneous trip to the countryside, you find joy in observing the constellations together. Nanami, usually reserved, opens up during these moments, pointing out his favorite stars and constellations with a genuine sense of enthusiasm.

Nanami Kento, who ist typically associated with combat and strength, takes on a gentler quality in private. He has a knack for providing comforting gestures, whether it's a reassuring hand on the shoulder or a tender embrace during moments of vulnerability. These gestures speak volumes about the depth of his connection with you

Nanami Kento, who despite the demanding nature of his respective role as jujutsu sorcerer. You and him actively support each other's dreams and aspirations. You encourage personal growth and provide unwavering support, understanding the challenges each faces in your unique paths.

Nanami Kento, who is typically focused on the present moment, surprises himself by openly discussing future plans with you. You share dreams of a peaceful life beyond the constant battles against curses, envisioning a future filled with shared experiences, growth, and unwavering companionship.

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mlm-writer · 7 months

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Test Ride Pt. 2 (Peter Parker x Android!Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker (TH ver.) x Android Reader (with a robovagina) Rating: Explicit Words: 1189 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 10 - Robotfucking Note: A sequel to a piece I did for kinktober 2020. Reader is a robot and has no gender. Last time reader got a robopenis and I thought it only fair to give reader a robovagina this time. Reader's chest is unmentioned. Tags: robotfucking, unnecessary use of fancy words to make it more sci-fi, at least I don't put 'quantum' in front of everything to make it science, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, safeword ignored(?), robot tentacles as restraints, vibrating pussy, nipple play and software/hardware updates gone ' wrong'

A new HUD interface greeted you as you booted up after your last upgrade. Your physical statistics and environmental parameters were found in new places, but that mattered little. Your optics activated after a short delay, visual input now also available to you. Your creator stood before you, his lips moving, but you received no audio input. “Audio module connection failed,” you replied to whatever he said. You saw him curse, or at least that was your best prediction of what his expression conveyed. He motioned your head down. You bent at the hips, allowed him to unplug and reconnect your audio modules.

Once the cables reconnected, you could hear Peter clearly. “Please, don’t be ruined, please don’t be ruined,” he muttered to himself.

“All modules operational,” you informed him. He jumped at your voice, but let out a sigh of relief right after. “Awaiting command,” you added. As per usual after an update, Peter started poking and prodding your frame, confirming your sensory input was still operational. When he was done testing your basic functions, he dragged you to his bed.

“Program D.O.M. version V, please,” he spoke nervously. You detected an increase in heart rate and blood flow to the genitals. You confirmed the break command, as it was standard protocol, before you could execute the D.O.M. program. Once the safety protocols were satisfied, you had your digits on Peter’s clothes. You unbuttoned his flannel, revealing his pale chest underneath. There was minor bruising, but a quick scan revealed no serious injuries that were contraindications to the program. You pushed him onto the bed and started running your tongue over his chest, paying extra attention to his nipples.

Peter whimpered as you played with his chest, artificial tongue and teeth taking turns with your digits pinching his sensitive nubs. You kept track of his arousal, only stopping your onslaught once his involuntary noises got a little louder. You sat up, retracting your pelvic panel and rubbing your wet hole over Peter’s crotch. He whined as you slowly soaked through his jeans and underwear, until he could feel your wetness on his cock through his clothes. “Please, I need to be inside you,” Peter eventually moaned, his mind tethering on the edge of madness.

He was hard underneath you, so you deemed him ready for the next stage. With superhuman deftness, you removed his clothes until he was naked on the bed. His cock protruded from his body, the tip red and leaking. You wrapped a servo around his rod, stroking slowly as to tease him. When he started thrusting into the tightness, you placed your other servo on his hip, your mechanical strength counteracting his. He was forced to only take what you gave, which was exactly what he programmed you to give. It was not enough to get him even remotely close to orgasm, but the build-up was perfect to make him start begging. Once the begging got frequent enough, you proceeded on to the next stage; you mounted him, letting his cock slide into your wet and soft hole. Peter moaned, his eyes rolling back as you rode him at a decent pace. “Please, give me more, I’ve been good. I will be even better, I swear.”

His moans filled the room. You took his dick all the way inside and paused on top of him. “I will grant you more. However, unpermitted orgasms will be reciprocated with punishment.” He nodded, promising he would not cum. You decreased the elasticity of your inner walls, giving him a tighter squeeze as you proceeded to ride him. Your movements were quicker than before, fully intending to make him cum without permission. Peter was moaning to the ceiling, eyes squeezed closed sometimes and other times wide open. His mouth stayed wide open, tongue peeking over his lower lip.

Just as predicted, your inner sensors detected his cum painting your inner workings. You rode him until the spurts seized. Then you planted yourself firmly on him. Tendrils extended from your body and wrapped around his appendages. “You have disobeyed my orders,” you stated as you held him down and turned on the vibrations of your inner walls. Peter wailed as his sensitive cock was forced to endure the intense vibrations. He writhed against your restraints, but not even his super strength could remove you. Just like he had begged you before to fuck him, he was now begging for your mercy. You bent your upper body, putting a servo around his throat. You put a little pressure on the blood vessels below his jaw. Tears poured down Peter’s eyes as you forced a second orgasm out of him. You detected more cum inside you as he cried out.

After his second orgasm, you ran a scan on him, the analysis showing that he had enough. You removed your servo from his throat and turned off the stimulation or at least… attempted to. “Error: deprecated code, V-module unresponsive.” You stated, your tendrils no longer retracting and your hole vibrating on and on.

“What?” Peter exclaimed, clearly in panic. You ran a diagnostic check, your hole trying to reboot by first ramping the vibrations all the way up, so it could be brought down again. Peter screamed during the process, his brain unable to process the stimulation.

The tactic worked fine, but the module got stuck again at the same level of vibrations you started at. “Tendril module interfering with V-module. Attempting tendril reboot.” Peter did not perceive a word you said. As the tendrils rebooted, they lifted up a little, Peter’s body now hanging in the air except for his pelvis, where you still sat, vibrating his cock.

Peter cried, feeling like his brain had melted away from the intense pleasure. “Stark! Stark!” He screamed the break command. You tried to terminate the program immediately, but the backlog of reboots and diagnostic checks made it impossible. Your creator, against your predictions, came again, barely a drop of cum leaving him. He kept screaming, trying to get through to you. Just after his third orgasm, you regained control of the tendrils. In a flash, they were retracted and you uncoupled the module for now.

Peter’s cock was gradually turning limp inside of you. The poor boy was hoarse from screaming. Without the tendrils, you regained full control, the vibrations stopping instantly. “Thank you, thank you,” Peter whispered over and over as you lifted your frame off him.

“Program D.O.M. paused,” you stated, “do you wish to continue after a delay or shall I proceed with aftercare protocols?”

Peter laid starfish-style on the bed. His chest was heaving. He could use some aftercare, but it was hard to trust you right now. “Terminate the program all together,” he groaned, “initiate shutdown.” A second later, he was met with the sound of your vents shutting down and your pelvic plate closing to protect what was behind it. He was left in silence. As far as updates went, it still wasn’t as bad as that time Windows went from XP to Vista. He counted it as a win.

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astermath · 14 days

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carmen berzatto has a sweet tooth.

scratch that, carmen berzatto got a sweet tooth.

besides him tasting his own dishes in the restaurant, he'd never had time or energy to cook properly for himself, let alone have a dessert or a treat.

so back when you came to introduce yourself as the new business owner on the block, all bright smiles and sweet strawberry tarts, it was a nice change of pace. though he was skeptical at first, you're a damn good baker. he hates how cheesy it sounds, but he can taste the passion in what you make, the love.

he tastes the same love in his morning pancakes. a different kind of love, but love, nonetheless.

he tastes it in the pieces of homemade nougat you leave on the counter, or the warm brownies you enjoy together on the couch, with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream.

he's got a newfound appreciation for the sweeter things in life. you, being one of them.

#carmenmath #carmen berzatto #carmen x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader fluff #carmen berzatto x y/n #carmen berzatto x fem!reader #carmen berzatto x nb!reader #carmen berzatto the bear #the bear fic #the bear writing #the bear fan fic #the bear imagine #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto blurb #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto #carmy x reader #the bear fx

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moonstruckme · 1 month

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Hey luv!! Saw your requests open and was curious if could do modern au w poly!marauders and nonbinary!reader who wants and gets top surgery. If not thats okay, just ignore!! 💋

Hi! As always with these, I have limited knowledge so please lmk if there's any inaccuracies or insensitivities! I'd be happy to fix them :) And thank you for requesting sweetheart <33

cw: reader is recovering from major surgery, vaguely suggestive (but barely)

poly!marauders x nb!reader ♡ 864 words

James hops over the back of the couch as soon as you and Remus get in the door, instantly assailing you with tenderness.

“How’d the appointment go?” he asks, providing a hand you don’t really need to go sit down on the couch.

“Good,” you say honestly. You can hear Sirius coming down the stairs a second before he appears, giving you a quick up-down to assess your state before grinning at you.

“Feeling good?”

You laugh. “Yeah,” you reiterate, “it went well.”

Remus chuckles, passing a sympathetic hand over your head as he rounds the couch to sag into the armchair. Your boyfriends are infinitely sweet in their attentions, but they’ve been treating your first post-op appointment like it’s Christmas.

“So, is it off?” Sirius asks eagerly.

You smile, nodding. “The vest is off, but I’ve still got the bandages until probably next week.”

James’ knee immediately sets to bouncing as he takes a seat beside you. “Can we see?”

“I’ve already seen,” Remus says smugly.

James’ excitement fizzes in the air around you, and Sirius stalks toward you with purpose. A familiar tingle of apprehension skips over your skin as he leaps upon you, planting a knee on either side of your hips to keep from actually putting any of his weight on your lap. The couch springs groan in protest. Remus echoes them.

“If you break our furniture, you’re buying the new stuff,” he warns.

Sirius ignores him, fingering the button at the collar of your shirt. “May I?”

“Only if you quit flirting with me,” you say.

“Christ,” James’ head lolls back on the couch cushion, “with those terms, we’ll never get to see.”

But Sirius is already undoing your top, slender figures making quick work of the buttons before he’s opening it up. You let the sleeves fall down your shoulders, unable to tamp down your own smile at the sight of your torso.

“Fuck, baby,” Sirius breathes, running his thumb along the skin just underneath the bandages. Even though he’d seen your chest back at the doctor’s office, Remus leans forward in his chair to peek around James. “You look so good.”

“I said no flirting,” you try to joke, but his eyes are earnest when they meet yours.

“I mean it,” he says.

Your face heats, a pleasant warmth blooming behind the bandages.

“You really do,” James agrees. He’s looking from your chest to your face like he’s matching them up in his head. “You’re so perfect like this, angel.”

You smile at him. “You’ve always said that, Jamie.”

“I have,” he admits. “I mean, you’ve always been perfect, but you’re so you now, it’s like…” His smile unfurls, beatific, and your face scrunches up in apprehension a second before his smacking kiss lands on your cheek. “You’re perfecter than perfect.”

“Cheesy,” you diagnose, the warmth of your skin increasing. “But thank you, sweetheart.”

“Mm, you don’t look like you think it’s cheesy,” Sirius says, cupping the back of your neck and grinning at the heat he finds there. “You look quite pleased, actually.”

“I can be both,” you counter.

“I like seeing you this pleased.” James presses another, gentler, kiss to your temple. “You’ve seemed so happy since the surgery. I feel like I didn’t realize what we were missing out on before.”

You tilt your head back against the cushions, looking at him. “Have I really?” You’ve certainly felt happier, but most of the time since your surgery has been spent in bed, alternately asking your boyfriends for help and complaining about how much help you need.

James looks surprised you’d even ask, and Remus says, “Of course, dove. You carry yourself so differently, you thought we wouldn’t notice?”

You feel your lips quirk, imagining yourself hobbling around during the walks James had forced you to go on because the doctor recommended it. “You mean like an elderly person?”

“He means like a sure person,” Sirius says, and his gaze could melt you to the bone as it rakes from your chest up to your face. “You seem more at home in yourself.” He grins crookedly. “It’s hot.”

“Easy.” James gives Sirius’ shoulder a little nudge. “They’re still not cleared for any of your depravities.”

“Don’t know what you mean,” Sirius murmurs, bending to smear a kiss over the corner of your mouth. “Also, they haven’t said that yet. What did they say during your appointment, baby?”

“I doubt that would fall under the list of sanctioned activities.” You’re unable to keep the tinge of giddiness from your voice, and your dastardly boyfriend grins at hearing it. “I’m still not allowed to do much. I thought I’d be able to shower this week, but no.”

Sirius lights up at the last bit, and you narrow your eyes. Remus groans.

“What?” you ask.

“Now you’ve done it,” Remus says, managing to sound completely exasperated despite the humor in his eyes.

“What?” you repeat, alarm increasing as Sirius’ grin spreads.

James pats your shoulder consolingly, seeming to have also caught onto whatever’s made your boyfriend so happy.

“I’ve found the perfect solution to our problem, sweetpea,” Sirius says, tone already wheedling. “I’ll just give you sponge baths.”

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