#blossom writes

[snowblossomreads]

Day 4: Sharing

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where Severus is reminded that it's almost the first Christmas he and [Y/n] will be sharing and he goes to try and make it special

Tag(s)/Warning(s): fluff fluff and more fluff

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: And in something totally different once again! Here is a short little fluffy fluff about Snape and his almost first Christmas with his beloved [Y/n]. (See @deepperplexity i do know how to use the prompts in non unhinged ways are u proud of me 🤣🤣?)

The streets of Hogsmeade was filled with the bustling crowds of witches and wizards doing their holiday shopping as Christmas rapidly approached meaning that people were in a tizzy trying to purchase gifts for their loved ones.

And of course a treat for themselves.

Cheer and glee were on the faces of almost all of those who were bustling about spreading warmth in the cold air with just their attitude. All except one person named Severus Snape, who seemed to have had enough of people bumping into him as he tried to maneuver his way as swiftly as possible away from the crowd.

He should have known when he went out looking for a present for [Y/n] that he would face the tiring challenge of people. Yet he had been so caught up with preparing for the coming semester and his own experimentations that he had lost tracked of time.

And when she had brightly told him that she was excited that they would be sharing their first Christmas together in only a few days he realized he had proverbially dropped the ball.

On the outside he was his calm and collected self, agreeing with her as he was truly looking forward to sharing the holiday with someone other than himself. There was a small part of him that hated to admit that it in the past it was a bit lonely seeing all the people merrily celebrating.

Even when the Hogwarts staff tried to romp him in to their holiday shenanigans he was quick to get away not at all wanting to be invested in whatever they were up to. It was a way of punishing himself, as someone like him didn't deserve to have fun. Didn't deserve to have happy things because of what he had done and what he had caused.

[Y/n] though was having none of it when she came into his life. And he was grateful for it.

But he digressed.

That was on the outside, calm and collected as he usually seemed now and days. On the inside though he was quickly listing the things that he knew she adored and began to make a plan.

Oh yes, he would do his best to make sure the first Christmas they spent together was as lovely as his [Y/n].

First was to her favorite bakery where he was unsurprisingly met with a large line of people queuing up and waiting for their turn as it seemed that everyone had the idea to come at the same time.

An annoyance absolutely, but at least no one dared to talk to him while they were in line as he glared at anyone who seemed to want to make conversation. 20 minutes had passed and he had secured her favourite treats which included some pumpkin pasties that had extra holiday flavour in them as he had been told.

He had no idea what that meant.

A few cinnamon rolls that were topped with an abundance of sweet cream and a few more savory mini pastries that he knew she fancied.

Next was a trinket store, that she always gazed at when they walked passed though she never went in, only saying she didn't need more knick nacks laying around.

Well it was Christmas and what was wrong with a few more especially if the were useful and brought her joy.

So he went in expecting to find nothing yet he ended up coming out with a set of colour changing ink and quill, a trinket box for her little collection of rings and earrings in that played music while opened and also could sort the items for her. That aspect he found interesting thinking about what charm was placed on it to get it to do so.

And also he may have bought some dusty looking spellbook that he had never seen before which intrigued him along with self labeling potion bottle that showed what ingredients were in it.

Huh who knew that shop had so many things.

Pleased with his purchases he barreled his way through the crowd ready to finally be at home exhausted from all the pushy witches and wizard. Walking quickly to an alley way off the beaten streets of the village he took inventory of what he had making sure nothing was crushed or missing. Once he made sure everything was where he wanted, he apparated silently back home where [Y/n] was sitting in his wingback chair reading.

Well, that was until he suddenly apparated into the middle of the sitting room.

"Severus Snape! Merlin's beard!" she shrieked almost tumbling out of the chair being startled half to death by him. "I thought you told me no one can apparate in and out of the house? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

His lips turned upward in a smirk at her words as he watched her get up from her seat and stalk up to him with a small pout.

"Hm yes I do remember telling you that," he answered matter of factly, leaning down and brushing his lips against her forehead causing her to grumble, "though I may have left off that I'm the exception. I did live here for years after all."

Pressing his lips against her forehead in a chaste kiss, he moved down and kissed her nose, before hovering over her lips waiting for her to move.

"You're the worse you know that," she mumbled shaking her head before closing the distance and kissing him showing him that she wasn't angry just startled.

"Mhm."

He kissed her softly before moving to her cheek and kissing her there making her giggle as he pulled away.

"Your lips are so cold darling here go put all those bags away," she started pausing only when she saw the amount of bags and being yet again surprised. He said he was going out potion ingredient shopping and from the looks of it he had bought the whole stock of them. "And I'm sure it'll take you a while Severus did you go on a shopping spree without me?! Oh never mind I'll make us some tea it should be done by the time you've sorted it all out!"

Without another word she was off leaving Severus with a pile of bags not even suspecting that most of the things were for her.

When she had come back out of the kitchen tea floating behind her she was surprised once more when she found a plate full of her favorite snacks sitting on the little table in between her chair and Severus'.

He had paid her no mind when she had come back, acting as if he was reading the new book her had purchased yet he was keenly aware of her presences. It was only when she had sat the tea down did she take a look at all the snacks that were waiting for them.

"Severus?" His name came out shyly as she wandered to his side making him put his book down and turn to look at her.

"Did you buy all of those for me?"

Her eyes twinkled in the warmly lit room and he nodded.

"Mhm I passed by the bakery you always go to and decided to stop by," he answered coolly as if he hadn't been squished in the shop when he got in. "Hopefully this is a good festive start to our almost first Christmas together?"

Grinning at him, [Y/n] leaned over the arm of his chair to plant a kiss on his cheek overwhelmed with excitement as she skipped over to her own seat. Plopping down she poured them both some tea and happily partook in one of the pasties groaning happily at spiced pumpkin filling.

"It's an excellent start darling," she beamed. "Thank you!"

A rare smile, well not so rare for her, appeared on Severus' lips at how happy she looked as she bit into the treat and he felt as happy as she looked at the thought of the cheer to come. It was nice to share such a time with her thought before going back to his book and relaxing in the ambience of the warm room and his warm love.

A/N: see i am capable of using the prompts normally! see you guys on day 7 prompts! (she's taking a little break to avoid writing angst 😌)

#severus snape x reader #severus x reader #snape x reader #rickmas #rickmas2023 #blossom writes

[blossom--of--snow]

Thanks to @lavoixhumaine for the prompt! This one's for you!

#blossom writes #911 abc #bathena #athena grant #bobby nash #pwp

[blossom-adventures]

WIP Wednesday!

Hi! Hi! I’m actually writing stuff! I know, I’ve surprised myself! 😆

I’ve been consumed by Baldur’s Gate so you’re going to have to deal with some BG3 content for now 😆

Don’t get me wrong, I still want to work on my other fandom stories, but currently I lack the inspiration for them… but at least I’m writing, right? ☺️

My BG3 character has quite an interesting backstory, I’m very happy with it! And it involves a certain charismatic Cambion, hope you like this snippet 💙

She quickly and quietly searched the camp until she saw a figure sitting above the camp by the top of the waterfall, his legs hanging over the edge of the cliff. She knew the path up there so decided to join him.

As she approached from behind she watched him cautiously; he seemed relaxed, the Cambion was leaning back on his hands looking up at the sky, his leathery wings were folded neatly behind his back and the only thing that currently moved was his tail, which flicked every so often, like a content cat.

I have big plans for my character and Raphael, it goes slightly off canon but I don’t care, I think it works well for my story, I’m very excited to properly start working on this ☺️

I’m going to tag @thequeenofthewinter @oblivions-dawn @seradyn @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @bostoniangirl21 @autuumnlocked and @miraakulous-cloud-district there is absolutely no pressure in sharing anything, I hope you are all doing ok ☺️💙

#blossom rambles #wip wednesday #blossom’s oc sal’theran #blossom writes #blossom’s writing #baldur's gate 3

[eloquentmoon]

blossoming romance writing prompts:

accidental hand touching

eye contact across a crowded room

exchanging secret smiles

first conversations alone

admiring them from afar

asking them about their family

visiting them at their place of work

discovering common interests

exchanging gifts for the first time

a surprise encounter

picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face

nervous embarrassment around them (blushing, fidgeting etc)

complimenting their appearance

looking at their lips as they talk

finding excuses to be alone with each other

naturally gravitating closer together

noticing their individual quirks

hello/goodbye hugs that linger

talking late into the night

clumsy attempts at flirting

sharing long term dreams, goals and aspirations with one another

playful teasing

being unable to keep their eyes off of them

attempting to find out if they are single/available

finding comfort in their scent

creating art inspired by them

sharing an umbrella in the rain, or a coat/blanket in the cold

surprising them with their favourite treat

visiting their home for the first time

confiding in them

#feeling so soft 1 11 and 25 have me WEAK #writing prompts #soft prompts #fluff prompts #relationship prompts #fic prompts #fanfiction prompts #writing #writers #prompts #prompt #fluff #soft #domestic #romance #romance prompts #blossoming romance prompts #eloquentmoon #my prompts

[navybrat817]

Incandescent

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes Summary: Bucky and Steve try to put on a show for you. Word Count: Over 1.7k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, implied vaginal and anal sex, threesome, bondage, dirty talk, tension, polyamory, possessive behavior, porn with feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome back to my Howling Commandos Tattoo AU! Have you missed them? I know I have! I was nervous posting this as this my first dive into dynamics with Steve and Bucky, but I love it. If that isn't your jam, feel free to skip! ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby ​but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nixakimbo ! Divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky and Steve were your world. You weren’t afraid to voice that. In fact, you were proud to be on their arms when you were out together. You had their hearts and vice versa. You were their best girl. Their Blossom. Nothing would ever change that.

But once you got your hands on them, you were going to strangle them. Not enough to inflict real damage. You would never. You loved them. But they were going to feel some sort of wrath.

Fucking tattooed bastards.

You struggled against the binds, your wrists bound tight enough to keep you from escaping, but not enough to hurt you. Like you wouldn't hurt your boys, they would never harm you either. Your core throbbed enough to ache when they knelt on each side of you and faced each other on the bed.

Why did I let them talk me into tying me up? Damn them and their persuasiveness.

As Bucky moved his hand upwards to cup Steve's cheek, they smiled. From their profiles, you caught a hint of playfulness and something deeper before their lips met. A bond between two men who had been through hell and back together. Somehow you became their heaven on earth, allowing them to be with you and each other. And wasn't that the beauty in your relationship? Boundlessly loving and trusting each other?

No. I will not get mushy. Not when I'm frustrated.

Bucky’s tongue darted out to lick along Steve’s bottom lip as he pulled away. “I think Blossom wants a taste,” he said, turning his head to wink at you. Had you voiced your frustrations out loud or did he know you well enough that being a mere spectator wouldn't be enough today?

Both.

“And she’ll get one when we’re ready,” Steve stated, a sympathetic smile on his face as he gazed down at you. You wondered if he was secretly a sadist since he seemed to take pleasure in your current “pain”. “We made you too greedy, didn’t we, sweetheart?”

You squinted, trying your best to glare when they chuckled at your predicament. “You know why I’m greedy? Because you two can’t keep your hands off me OR your tongues, fingers, and cocks out of me. Excuse me for getting a bit used to it when you're to blame.”

Steve chuckled at that, not disagreeing with you.

He better not. I'm right.

A coo left Bucky’s mouth as he leaned down, his lips moving along your cheek before they stopped at your ear. “Who said we’re not giving you our tongues, fingers, AND cocks? Stevie and I just wanna have a little fun first while you watch. Is that so bad? Hmm?”

You whined in response, your hips rising and pussy begging for attention. Mandy joked that your libido was in permanent overdrive thanks to your boys and she wasn’t wrong. Your body craved and welcomed them. They fit like a glove, missing pieces that made you whole.

It was also a sight watching them. The view alone would've been enough to disintegrate your panties had they not destroyed them already. But tying you up so you couldn’t touch? Not even a small feel of Bucky’s bicep or Steve’s chest? It was cruel and unusual punishment and there would be retribution. Those bastards would rue the day.

No clue how, but they will.

“Do you need to touch us that badly? Are you that desperate for us?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow when Bucky leaned back up.

“Yes! Have you seen you two?” You asked as they shifted their gazes to look each other over. They shed their clothes before they bound you to the headboard, giving you a chance to admire them. Hard muscles, sculpted tattoo gods, one blonde and one brunette. “You were created for at least one person in the world to worship you and drive people insane.”

“Aww, I think she wants to worship us,” Bucky smiled, gliding a hand down Steve’s chest. You watched the blonde swiftly inhale, knowing how much he loved the slow drag down his body. “What do you think?”

“Buck,” Steve groaned when Bucky firmly wrapped a hand around his cock.

“Maybe you can fuck my throat first?” The brunette suggested, lazily pumping him as you bit your lip. “Or at least let me get my mouth around it. Get your cock sloppy and wet before you fuck our girl.”

“Please,” you moaned, unable to spread your legs any further since they were still planted on either side. “I need it.”

If begging is what it takes, I'll do it.

“Or you can suck my cock before I fuck her? I know you love watching me slide in and out of her sweet pussy. She always takes me so well,” Bucky went on, Steve’s eyes slipping shut as he began to leave open mouth kisses on his neck. You understood why Steve shivered. Bucky had a very talented mouth. “Too bad she can’t touch herself while she watches like last time.”

Yeah. Too fucking bad.

“Touch her, Buck,” Steve ordered, making you and Bucky gasp when he gripped his hair and pulled him back with a smirk. “Slip those fingers in her cunt and show me how soaked she is from the sight of us.”

You were fairly certain that Bucky and Steve were the only men in the world who could speak about you like you weren’t there and get you hot and bothered. They didn’t have to touch you to prove how wet you were, but you weren’t going to stop Bucky from curling his digits inside you. Especially when Steve gave the order in that deep, husky tone.

“Please, Bucky?” You asked sweetly, raising your hips again. “I know I've been a little mouthy and impatient, but please? Show Stevie how wet my pretty pussy is?”

You shrieked when Bucky’s hand suddenly came down on your throbbing cunt, the smack loud in your ears. “Not your pussy, doll. It’s ours. Now be good and open up,” he said, his voice rough as he bent down and spread your lips apart with one hand, the other still pumping Steve’s hard cock. “Our pussy really is pretty. What a fucking sight.”

“You gonna apologize for calling our pussy yours?” Steve questioned, arching into Bucky’s touch the moment he slipped two fingers inside your wet hole. It hardly stung, the relief as he thrust his fingers making you whimper. “I think you owe us one.”

“Okay. I'm sorry, you fucking tattooed bastards,” you said, smiling dreamily at Steve when he narrowed his eyes. He said to apologize, but didn’t say anything about getting mouthy. Again.

“And this is why we tied you up,” he said, wiping the smile off your face. “You beautiful brat.”

Not fair.

“Oh. Now you’re being mean, Steve,” Bucky said, smirking when he brushed a thumb over your swollen clit. “But I’m not mean, doll. Gimme a few minutes and I’ll get my mouth on your perfect tits. Love hearing you whimper when I drag your nipples between my teeth.”

You shuddered with your next breath, your breasts lightly shaking with your exhale. Both sets of eyes on you darkened at the movement, your cheeks hot as you squirmed. Maybe being tied up wasn’t such a bad thing after all. It didn’t give you a chance to hide from their hungry gazes. It left you open, vulnerable, ready for whatever they gave you.

And you’d take it all because you were strong and eager enough, just like they took everything you gave them. It made sense why you were their Blossom. You bloomed into the person you were now and they helped you continue to grow. In some ways, you did the same for them.

“And who said I’m not getting a taste of anything?” Steve said, batting Bucky’s hand away from his cock. “Take your fingers out.”

Bucky swiftly removed them, making you whine at the loss. A punched sound came from your gut a heartbeat later when Steve gripped Bucky’s wrist and sucked his fingers into his mouth with a grunt, not stopping until they were clean. “I may not need to get your dick wet if she's that soaked. You might be able to slide on in while I fuck you.”

Fuck, please.

It was Bucky’s turn to tremble when Steve nipped at his earlobe. “I think you’d like that. Me at your back. Her at your front. Both of us loving you the way you deserve,” he said, before he turned a fond gaze your way. One that made your throat go dry. “Loving each other the way we all deserve. I know our best girl would agree.”

“Of course, I do,” you whispered. That wasn't lust speaking, but the pure adoration you had for them.

“I love you both so much,” Bucky said without fear or hesitation, his blue eyes sparkling with joy.

You stopped shifting against the mattress, tears threatening to clog your throat. How could they simultaneously turn you on and resort you to happy crying? They made your heart and holes full.

“Love you both, too,” you said, your chest rising and falling with your next breath. “And I’ll be good and watch until you’re ready for me.”

Bucky swooped down to catch your parted lips with his. Heat surged through your body as his tongue fervently tasted your mouth. As quickly as it began, it stopped so Steve’s mouth could replace his. It was just as demanding and hungry as Bucky’s before they turned their attention back to each other, leaving you a panting mess as you watched captivated as they licked and sucked, their kiss rough and desperate.

You knew exactly how they felt.

Steve’s hand closed around Bucky’s cock, swallowing down his groan of pleasure as you could only look on. You found yourself smiling again as they got lost in each other, each of them making sure to keep a hand on you. They were beautiful. They were yours. And they were your home.

Still might strangle them a bit once I’m free. Nah. I’ll just sit on their faces. Much better way to suffocate them.

Until they took care of you, you’d enjoy the show.

Blossom already has a revenge plan brewing. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[anonymousangstmonster]

Prompt #84 “Flower smoke”

The Fentons start burning blood blossoms and filling the house with the smoke for ghost proofing purposes overnight.

It was supposed to be harmless to humans.

Jack goes to wake Danny up for school the next morning and finds the body of his son tangled in a blanket on the floor next to the bed.

The body’s skin is a dark sickly purple and covered in red welts and blisters, it’s eyes glassy gray instead of the vibrant blue they were supposed to be.

#Danny Phantom #writing #writing prompt #Danny Phantom writing prompt #DP #writing idea #dp writing #fic #fic prompt #fic idea #DP fic #DP fic prompt #DP writing #DP writing prompt #AnAnMo’s DP writing ideas #danny fenton #jack fenton #angst #character death #blood blossoms

[bakubunny]

kaoru can be so mean.

he huffed quietly behind you, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. “dumb bunny. is this what you needed, darling? your embarrassing display stupidity only further proves that you’re incapable of understanding something as simple as a consequence.”

your wrists were gripped tightly in his hand as he leaned back to watch your ass ripple with every sharp thrust of his hips. each one had your eyes rolling from how well he split you open, his thickness pressing and dragging against your sweet spot, his length - fuck, he was so deep you were sure he was in your guts - ramming that deep, tender spot near your cervix over and over with precision. he ran his free hand from your hip to the small of your back and gently pressed, a reminder to, “keep your fucking back arched when i fuck you,” the memory kaoru’s low, seething tone burned into your mind. you nearly shuddered as you did.

“carla, analyze.”

“okay, master. ineffective angle identified by 3.2°.”

heat flooded to your cheeks. kaoru adjusted his thrust ever so slightly and you could have sworn your head went numb. you keened as more pleasure shot to every centimeter of your body.

“maximum efficacy achieved.”

kaoru grinned as your legs shook. “see? even she knows how perfectly i use and cherish what belongs to me.”

@neon-gothicc @thenamesmiz @dcsiremc

#f!reader #it took approximately zero time for me to finish the series and turn around with this bs #maybe someday i’ll be less of a (yikes) for pretty anime men but today is not that day #y’all the hcs i have for this man are not fit to be shared with anyone #and kaoru isn’t that mean here ik i’m just soft #idk idk but eat up ig not sure i like it but I’m too flustered so I ended it #I was gonna write matcha blossom but adding joe got me even more flustered #sk8 smut #kaoru sakurayashiki #kaoru smut #x reader #bakubunny #sk8 x reader

[onthesubjectofanything]

julian blossom didn’t just go on a random path, he followed the road not taken by one all american archie andrews.

julian took over archie’s role in the musical—the fictionalized tale of his literal life, taking up the torch as the classic red-haired all star—and then wandered aimlessly as a “lost soul” (indecisive, unsure What His Story Is About) until eventually following the fated footsteps of Fred Andrews by enlisting and dying in the war

a life for a life. julian took on the narrative to try and set archie free.

#and it didnt work! i guess #riverdale #not to mention if you think about it that #clay took the jughead role in the musical and then moved to new york to write and be gay #much to think about #idk if this works but like hear me out #archie andrews #julian blossom #fred andrews #archie’s all american #JULIAN GOING LEFT. JULIAN GOING RIGHT.

[ew-selfish-art]

The Justice League team meeting was wrapping up on the Watchtower, all major heavy hitting heroes present and involved.

“Are there any final closing remarks?” Batman asks in his grumbling tone, tired from endless family antics and the shear length of the all-hands meeting.

“Yeah, uh, actually I have something.” Phantom speaks up. He’s normally very reclusive and rarely attends their meetings. The league is aware that his ghostly titles make him hard to pin down, and in general, he’s spoken often about not getting too involved with the affairs of the living. He’s all about balance so over-stepping is something he actively avoids.

“One of you is about to die and it’s getting really annoying to deal with. This is supposed to be an accommodating work space, so like, chill it out with the flowers.” Phantom announces.

“Is that a threat?” Batman instinctively replies, not taking kindly to the inclination that a team member is in harms way and that it’s an annoyance rather than alarming.

“What? No. Dude I can literally sense Death, and while she’s cool and all, I would just really appreciate who ever it is with Hanahaki disease confess already or manage their waste better. Im not bringing kryptonite to the tower so it’s not nice to keep finding blood blossoms in all the meeting room waste bins.” Phantom sounds frustrated but all of sudden alarm bells are blaring.

Batman is processing that Phantom has been working under duress when they literally dealt with Darkseid last week AND that someone on the tower was literally dying of a curable disease.

“Why didn’t you bring this up sooner?” Wonder Woman presses, her concern obvious to everyone in the room.

“And what? Exacerbate their disease for what’s basically a really bad allergy?” He rolls his eyes. Nobody liked that.

“An allergy wouldn’t kill you Phantom you shouldn’t trivialize-“

“Peanuts and bees kill people all the time. The issue is that it’s not my place to interfere with someone dying. Death would badger me for decades if I did. So like, can y’all sort out a way for them to get rid of the flowers? Or like, if it’s one of yall, could you just confess already? It’d be a huge bummer to work with you from the other side of the veil.”

*hero of your choice coughs up a petal*

“Uh, I mean I’m the Ghost king, want me to put in a good word for you? I can try to find Aphrodite in the Realms and see if she’ll help you out?” Phantom looks equally awkward as he is excited to help.

*pairing of your choice moves forward*

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc universe #danny phantom #watchtower #justice league #workplaces need to accommodate for a variety of hazards #hanahaki #blood blossoms #hanahaki disease is the origin for blood blossoms #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp #dp x dc writing prompt #dp x dc

[snowblossomreads]

Young And Beautiful

Summary: In where Severus wonders how someone so beautiful could love him.

Pairing: Female Reader x Severus Snape

Warning(s): body image issues, implied age gap, a bit of angst but also all the fluff to combat it (I'm too weak to write straight angst haha)

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: Hoo boi it's been a while! In something totally different from the last two fics I wrote here is a lil comforting Sev fic bc I love him 🥺🥺and Alan's portal of Snape, even if he was twice the age of what the books had was perfect (also dad bod 🙏). Soo, I kind of just said why don't we just run with that, so Sev is like in his 50s or something in here and probably OOC bc love does that to you I guess.

A/N+: Is the title bc of that Lana Del Rey song yes lol. I'll stop rambling now enjoy!!

“For fucks sake!”

The sharp exclamation that reverberated around the room caused [Y/n] to jump in place and drop the lipstick she was about to apply onto the vanity with a faint ‘thud’.  A squeak of surprise left her lips as she poked her head out of the bathroom, eyes quickly falling onto the back of her husband who was standing in front of the closet mirror. 

She watched as he tugged at the arms of the black outer coat incessantly, frustrated curses leaving his lips as with one pull to one arm's sleeve, the other would roll up in sync with it. Bemused, she wordlessly made her way over to his side, a hand laying upon his forearm as she examined the contrasting expressions on their features in the mirror.

“What’s wrong darling?” 

Her hand rubbed his arm in a pacifying manner while she placed soft kisses against his clothed forearm before laying her head against it.

“The last time I saw you this irritated is when our sweet baby boy somehow melted our floor with his vomit.”

They both couldn’t help but pause to wince at that memory. It was a long story that started with irritation that morphed into a slight panic, but it was indeed the confirmation that their little boy was a wizard. While her expression changed into serene amusement still thinking about that, his only went from a grimace to a muted frown at the current struggle. 

“It’s these damn buttons!”

Usually deft fingers fiddled with said irritants yet still having issues with some of them closing caused a loud scoff to leave his lips before he let his hands drop to his side in a defeated manner.

“As you see they won’t close.” 

Taking a step in front of him and running her fingers against the cloth, she pulled gently on the flaps of the coat and noticed that while they did meet it wasn’t without a bit of effort. It couldn’t be comfortable considering the grunt Severus had let out when she did try to tug the pieces together so she let the fabric go.

“When was the last time you wore this?” She questioned strolling behind him, fingers reaching from behind him and latching onto the lapel of the coat. An exasperated sigh left his lips as he yanked at one of the sleeves before foregoing it all together and with clenched teeth gritted out,

“I don’t know, a year, two, what does it matter? We are going to be late!”

“Well my dear husband,” she started gently, pulling the coat off of him and tossing it on the bed behind them, it making a soft ‘fwuff’ sound when it landed, “it looks like those are too small and we need to take a trip to Madam Malkin’s. I’m sure transfiguring some other dark cloth on it for the time being will work though.” 

Standing on tiptoes and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, she turned to go back into the bathroom to continue getting ready. Grabbing the lipstick that had rolled into the sink after she walked away, a little huff escaped her noticing that the fall had damaged it and smashed the delicate tip of the cosmetic. 

“Tsk, damn it.”

A sigh left her as she placed the tube back down and glared at it to make sure it stayed in place while she went to retrieve her wand to fix it. Pleased that it wasn’t rolling about, she began to make her way to the nightstand on her side of the bed, only to stop when she noticed Severus was no longer standing at the mirror but sitting on the side of the bed with his head down cradled in his hands.

“Sev what’s wrong?” 

The frown that tugged at her lips was an automatic response to his dour position and she was by his side in an instant when he didn’t respond. One arm was strewn around his broad shoulders while another found its way to the hand covering his face. Delicate fingers stroked the skin beneath her thumb before she leaned down briefly to place a feathery soft kiss against his knuckles.

“Darling what’s bothering you?” Her voice came out in a hushed manner while she continued to caress his hand in hopes of giving him comfort while eyeing him with concern. There was only silence between them as he kept his face buried in his palms making no move to answer her. 

“Severus-”

“Even after all this time, I still don’t understand,” he cut her off with an elongated weary sigh, hands dropping from his face, and landing on his lap in a clenched fist. Her hand that had been holding his fell to her own lap as she waited for him to speak. 

“Why someone so...so young and beautiful would want to be with me?"

From the sharp inhale of breath that filled her lungs, it was clear that [Y/n] hadn’t been prepared for the statement that fell from his lips. It was no secret that when they started dating, he had some insecurities about himself even if he tried to hide them between harsh words and sneers that would make even the most battle-hardened wizard shiver. 

There were many arguments that stemmed from those insecurities and some of hers too that lead to tear-filled nights. But they always worked through them together, never wanting to leave things unsaid whenever something hurtful might have been said out of anger. 

In time the bond between the two of them strengthened, and the arguments became words of encouragement and love, and well here they were now, husband and wife along with a little boy. 

So to say she was surprised when she heard him say this was an understatement. At first, she didn’t know how to respond, too stunned and caught off guard by such a sudden confession. It wasn’t until she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding that she let her question out, voice wavering a bit,

“W-What are you going on about Severus?”

“Look at me!” Sharp words came out with a tone of bitterness as he balled his hands into tight fists causing blue veins to contrast with pale skin. His lips were turned downward in a scowl while his eyebrows were knitted together, summoning the frown marks that had rarely made an appearance nowadays. 

“An old, bitter, hideous man who can’t even fit into my own clothing,” he snarled, bringing his fists down against his legs with each insult he threw at himself.

It was done with such force that each time he struck his leg, her own hands twitched immediately wanting to grab him and stop him from hurting himself. “That is what I’m going on about [Y/n]! I cannot comprehend why you ever chose me when you could have had your pick of the lot someone who could-” 

“Enough!”

[Y/n] voice rang around them firm and clear as she found herself shooting up from his side not wanting to hear any more of his self-deprecating diatribe.  

“Severus, listen to me.” She dropped to her knees next to his legs, hands reaching out and taking his balled-up fist into them. “Stop saying those horrid things about yourself because you are none of them do you understand? You are hardly old, and even so we all age, we all grow old so what does it matter?”

Pausing, she leaned down and pressed her lips against his knuckles before her eyes traveled up to look at him. When their eyes met, she felt a pang of sorrow grow in her chest as she took in his miserable expression. 

His lips still turned downward in a frown and dark eyes were watering as he tried to focus on her but all he could think about was how she would have been better without him. But she didn’t think that. Never in a million years, that’s why she was with him. In her mind, no other person could hold a candle to him, the man she loved and cherished with every fiber of her being.

“You call yourself bitter, yet tell me how could a bitter man love me so well?” She continued, this time placing a kiss against the top of his clothed leg which twitched at the action. Her eyes sparkled at him with hopes that he could feel the earnestness of her words, and if not, it was an open invitation for him to look and feel how much she loved him.

“You make me so happy every day I get to wake up beside you! Besides, how could someone bitter raise our son to be such a sweet and loving boy.”

Even with her words, she could see there was still doubt in his expression. His eyes still held hesitancy in them and his hands were still clenched with such force she was sure there would be imprints of his nails on his palm. So she continued more than willing to give him the praise and comfort that he needed from her because he so deserved it. 

“And hideous my love?” 

Releasing his hand from her grip, [Y/n] trailed her fingers up from his thigh all the way up to right above his heart before a smirk crossed her lips. Even in that solemn moment, Severus could feel the mischievous energy radiating off of her with the look she was giving him. Before he could even say anything though, he felt her hand leave for a moment before he was pushed back against the bed. 

A watery choked gasp escaped his throat as he tried to cover his tear-filled eyes with his forearm but she was having none of that. Quickly she straddled herself on top of his hips, legs spread on opposite sides of him as she grabbed his arm and brought it to her lips. Their eyes met briefly before she placed her lips on his palm, kissing the pale flesh and drawing another gasp from him.

“You are the most handsome.” 

She started, laying his hand down on the bed and leaning down to press her lips against his midsection before trailing kisses up to his chest just right above his heart.

“Most alluring.”

She continued whispering against him, laying herself on top of him now, as she went to press her lips softly against his neck. The side where faded yet visible scars stood testament to the horror he had endured years ago. It was something he hated looking at it for years yet she wasn’t once disgusted by him for it.

His breath hitched at the contact, and the soft whimper that left his lips was accompanied by a stray tear escaping at her action as he stared at the ceiling.  Pressing one more kiss to his neck, she continued to trail her lips across his throat, stopping for a moment to watch how his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed before kissing it too. 

“And most enchanting, man I’ve ever had the honor to set my eyes on,” she finished with a kiss to the tip of his nose before brushing her lips against his own, “and nothing anyone can say, including you, will ever change my mind about this!”

“[Y/n].”  

“Shh,” she hushed him before he could say anything more and closed the minuscule distance between their lips. 

Reflectively they both let out a moan at the contact that brought warmth to both of their faces. One of Severus’ arms wrapped around her waist while the other found home on the back of her head and he cradled her close. All thoughts of being late to their reservation were lost as they enveloped each other with their warmth. 

Their lips were soft against each other as they pulled back only to fill their lungs with air before delving back into one another. Quiet sighs and groans escaped them as they lost their sense of time with one another.

Hands roamed over each other in a soothing manner that made the safe comforting feeling they had feel more intense. Both of their hearts squeezed at that.

It was [Y/n] who finally pulled away from him much to his chagrin. She wore a warm smile on her face as she maneuvered herself so that they could both gaze at each other. Neither said anything to the other as they lay in each other's presence finding that at that moment nothing else needed to be said. 

They laid undisturbed for a while, the only noises around them were birds chirping outside signaling that the day was slowly coming to an end, and the soft sounds of their breathing.

As the singing of the birds continued, both of them slowly began to get up from their places on the bed. There was a peaceful stillness between them as they each made their way to separate areas of the room to finish getting dressed. 

Severus grabbed the offending coat from earlier and began to search the closet for a similar one he had while [Y/n] went to retrieve her wand as she was doing so earlier and made her way back into the bathroom.

It wasn’t long before she was standing at the door, just finishing putting on a sensible pair of heels that she felt arms wrap around her waist and a kiss being pressed on the top of her head. A delighted hum escaped her lips as she turned around to get a look at Severus, a joke on the tip of her tongue about male and female stereotypes about getting ready.

But it fizzled as quickly as it came when she found herself ogling him. Eyes drinking in the way the coat from earlier that had caused distress was now draped on him in a manner that accentuated his waist quite nicely. She knew for a fact that she probably had the derpiest lopsided smile on her face as she kept eyeing her husband up and down.

“Oh my Merlin Severus Snape, are you trying to get me sent to Azkaban?” 

That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting from the way his eyebrows shot up in a bewildered expression as [Y/n] hands flew to his waist and began to smooth her hand against the coat. Eyes gleaming as she kept ogling at how good he looked, she continued with her spew, enthusiasm and sincerity dripping off of each word.

“Because if any witch or wizard has the same thoughts I’m having about you right now at this dinner I will duel them to the death.”

A choked cough (or laugh) left his lips as he turned away from her in an attempt to cover the blush that was creeping up from her words. While said in jest, there was a hint of seriousness in her tone that had him believe that she would probably duel someone in the middle of a restaurant for staring. 

“Thank you my love, I’m glad I inspire you so much that you would risk going to Azkaban because of unsolicited ogling but,” he murmured, going in to wrap his arms around her waist causing her to mimic his action and laying her head against his chest enjoying being in his embrace. “It is my preference that you not be sent there as I'm quite fond of you. Plus I think our little boy would be quite upset with his mum.”

“Oh, you are worth so much more risk than that! But you are right,” she said, eyes flickering up to him and a content smile on her face while she studied the bemused expression he wore. “I’m quite happy with our little family so I’ll try to rein in my possessiveness.”

“I think the other patrons and myself would appreciate that,” he answered as he loosened his grip around her and brought a hand up to cup her cheek. His fingers stroked the supple skin causing her to nuzzle his palm happily enjoying the warmth that radiated off it.  

“And [Y/n]?”

“Yes, that's me!” 

“Thank you.”

She didn’t know when her eyes closed, but she found them opening at his word of gratitude and meeting his own. Those dark inky pools that by nature should only be capable of holding a perceived coldness were warm and welcoming to her as they held each other gazes. 

“For what?” 

“You of all people know it is no secret that I have my…flaws. I’m a grumpy old man that can’t be bothered to deal with most people,” he sighed as he went to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes closed eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “And sometimes I wonder how someone so radiant like you could wake up each day and be happy with me. ”

“Oh Severus, we all have flaws, they make us who we are and give us interest and you have many more good things about you that negate them,” she beamed up at him, her hand going up to push a stray strand of hair away from his face. 

“And sure you may be grumpy sometimes but that’s okay because,” she mused while going onto her tippy toes and pressing her lips against his cheek. A smile sat on her features when she pulled away and she took in the questioning raise of his eyebrow and that quirk of his lips. “You let me kiss you more when you’re grumpy so I don’t mind it at all.”

His nostrils flared a bit at the sudden escape of air that left him at her playful words and before she knew it, he had leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead. Their noses brushed affectionately against each other's due to the closeness and he murmured a quiet, 

“Silly girl.”

Before placing another swift kiss on her lips and straightening up leaving [Y/n] with a dreamy smile as she looked up at him. 

“But I’m your silly girl who is very happy with you and will love you until the end of time with all your flaws!”

Shoulders that had been tense the whole evening had dropped and the unsure expression that clouded his features began to dissipate at her confession.

He had felt silly about the way he acted early on, letting his emotions control him as if he were a petulant child, yet she didn’t miss a beat in trying to make him think differently with words of encouragement and love. She made him feel safe, she always had and he was so very thankful that she was with him. 

The thought had his lips curling upwards into not a grin, but a smile, the first real smile that he had given her that day and he could all but feel her happiness radiate around him as she returned it with her own. Her smile, soft and delicate, was similar to his tone when he responded to her with,

“I know you will.”

A/N: I hope you guys liked it!! Please let me know if you do and don't be scared to drop a comment I love hearing what yall have to say❤❤!

#severus snape x reader #severus x reader #snape x reader #severus snape x you #severus x you #snape x you #severus snape fic #blossom writes

[blossom--of--snow]

Happy early birthday to @doctoraliceharvey!

Special thanks to @escapewithstories for her help with this!

#the brainrot is brainrotting #blossom writes #911 abc #bathena #athena grant #bobby nash

[blossom-adventures]

WIP Share!

I was tagged by @sylvienerevarine to share some WIP so here we are…

Sorry, it’s BG3 again 😅💙

Astarion wanted to explore the cause of the noises from the barn. Karlach was just happy to be free, she was skipping around and laughing to herself. Gale was explaining the medicinal properties of the flowers that Karlach had excitedly pointed out. And in the middle of the group, was Sal’theran, who was so caught up keeping an eye on her trio of chaos creators, she failed to notice a middle aged human man approaching them

“My, my, what manner of place is this?” Sal’theran spun around to look at the man; about Gales build, wearing a blue doublet that had red sleeves and the whole thing was trimmed with gold accents, his hair was dark brown with a slight hint of grey in places, with dark brown eyes, and Sal’theran could have sworn that his skin had a hint of red to it. “A path to redemption? Or a road to damnation? Hard to say, for your journey’s just beginning” the man gave her an easy smile as he spoke, a shiver ran up Sal’theran’s spine as she had the odd feelings that she’d seen this man before. “What would suit the occasion? The words to a lullaby perhaps?” Sal felt the presence of her new friends standing close by, although this man seemed oddly familiar she still felt safer knowing that she wasn’t alone. “‘The mouse smiled brightly: it out foxed the cat! Then down came the claw, and that, love, was that’” the man laughed to himself, “they do know how to write them in Cormyr don’t they? Well met. I am Raphael. Very much at your service.”

I’m going to tag @seradyn @thequeenofthewinter @oblivions-dawn @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @miraakulous-cloud-district and @bostoniangirl21 as usual no pressure at all to share anything! Hope you’re all ok ☺️💙

#blossom rambles #blossom writes #blossom’s oc sal’theran

[oracleact]

« nothing on me »

bayverse raph x reader / fluff + angst

notes: 1.8k words, first person pov, established relationship, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used,) details of injuries and tending to said injuries.

a knock on the window at 3am? that only means one thing: the turtles are here. smiling, I rub the remnants of sleep from my eyes and hop out of bed to open up the curtain. only one turtle faces me at the window though - raphael.

I open the window and help his wide frame step down from the ledge, but my previous smile fades fast when raph groans in pain as he steps onto the floor.

“raph, what’s wrong? where are the rest of the boys? what happened?” I speak as fast as possible to try and get to his answer, worry eating away at me with each second that passes.

my raph is the mass strength and rough hand amongst the turtles. he can handle a lot of damage since he always manages to deal out more than what is done onto him. seeing him bent over, actually using my arm for support and not simply holding me because he wants to, groaning in genuine pain rather than letting out his usual gruff noises of acknowledgment - that scares me. it terrifies me when I don’t know what has happened.

“I told them to check on dad,” he begins breathlessly, “I needed you. it’s really bad this time.”

my eyes widen and I hurry him to the side of my bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. I grasp his face in my hands to check him over, turning his head every which way, but see nothing apart from a few new scratches on his skin.

“what do you mean ‘really bad,’ raph? you’re scaring me.”

“my—“ he lifts his arm and tries to reach for the back of his shell, failing miserably and almost howling out in pain, “my shell, sweetheart. I haven’t seen it yet but I heard it crack and this pain is too much for it to just be taped up.”

I scuttle around his large form and am immediately hit with the sight of a deep crack in the middle of his shell. he was right to come straight to me with this one. he should always come to me with injuries but is too stubborn most of the time and rides out the pain: ‘it may look bad to you but it’s nothing on me.’

when the boys started to properly use their skills outside of the lair, with the risk of larger injuries increasing, I began to research and teach myself how to handle ones specific to these mutants. thanks to many in depth articles about turtle care, I have safely cleaned and covered up small cracks before. the only difference between the boys and ‘normal’ turtles in regards to care like this is their size - it takes longer and requires more focus to clean cracks, ensuring that they can heal appropriately over time. although tonight’s damage will take double that, and maybe more.

“oh raph, oh my…how? wait, don’t answer that. I’m doing my first aid stuff then we can talk about it, okay?” he nods with a sad smile and all I can do is reach out and cup his cheek, returning the expression he gave me. he moves my hand to his lips for a quick kiss before I start scurrying off to grab what I need.

let’s see - chlorohexidine solution, q-tips, cotton pads, adhesive patches and a towel. is that all I need? I have no idea right now; I’m so scared to touch him that I feel like stalling for as long as I can.

I walk slowly back to where he sits on the edge of my bed, his head resting in one hand as the other rubs at his tired eyes. I lay down all that I grabbed from the bathroom before taking a deep breath and sitting down behind him. the room is silent for a couple of minutes after that, my heart beating loudly in my ears. I can’t break my anxious stare away from the crack in his beautiful carapace.

“hey…” raph speaks ever so softly to get my attention.

“yeah— sorry. I’m sorry,” I feel tears begin to form in my eyes. I hate seeing him hurt like this. “I’m going to fix you up. I promise I’ll fix this. I’ll touch around your shell, away from the crack, and you tell me how it feels. let me know how much the pain has spread.”

he gestures ‘yes’ to me but with a frowned brow, “don’t cry, love. everything is okay. I’m raphael, remember? this is nothing on me!”

but I can see it - I can see the pain written on his face, the way his eyes look misty. I don’t want to push him to talk nor do I want to directly acknowledge the pain I can see; I don’t want to break his protective wall at a time like this. it wouldn’t be fair to do so. I wipe my tears and get straight to work instead.

my small hand reaches out for him, gently patting around the edges of his shell then smoothing over the surface, “that’s not bad at all. it just feels tingly, like the nice kind of tingly you give me.” I giggle at him. it’s a relief that the shell hasn’t shattered or anything and he can feel my hand like always.

I’ve spent so many nights tracing over the faint patterns of his plastron and committing the texture to memory. it helps calm him after a stressful training day or when he can’t sleep. it secretly calms me too because it’s just us in those moments, the rest of the world fading away and leaving only raph and I. there’s no need to jump away from my hold to save new york when my touch melts away the city completely. nothing can break us out of that warm paradise as long as we are together.

despite the touch test going well, the cleaning of his wounds will definitely be painful since the crack is open and noticeable. I pour some of the solution onto a q-tip and tell raph to start breathing slowly and deeply. I help him set a pace for it before I begin to clean.

he hisses in pain when the piece of cotton comes in contact with the wound and my tears start to flow again, “I know baby, but this part is important,” I sniffle and reach my free hand for his, “use me to balance yourself.”

“I’ll break your little hand,” there is a fracture in his voice as he speaks but he still manages to let out a chuckle with his words.

“breathe and squeeze, raph, don’t worry about me.”

and so he did - each time I dipped the cotton into the crack he inhaled and exhaled quickly whilst grasping my hand in his. I rubbed my thumb over his rough skin in an attempt to ground us both over and over again.

“one last clean and then I’ll patch it up and be done for tonight.” he lets out a loud sigh at that, obviously glad that the stinging will be over soon. I hear him lowly whimper but force a cough after in an attempt to hide the noise. once again I don’t press him on it, I just kiss the back of his hand to let him know it’s alright.

the last step is to cut adhesive patches to fit the crack, making sure to leave small gaps at the ends to allow air to flow through. this process isn’t all that different from putting a bandaid on a human arm, and thank goodness for that. I want to do everything I can to help raph, to ease his pain, so this being a somewhat ‘easy’ task to complete means luck is on my side right now.

with the last piece secure I get up from the bed to face him again, giving him a small smile to let him know it’s done. I slip myself between his legs and reach out to untie his bandana. his eyes close as he presses his head onto my chest to give me access to the tie at the back.

sliding the cloth from his face, I set it on the bed and wipe underneath his eyes; he looks so worn out. my fingers move down to draw along the scars from previous battles and to check over any new cuts, the pad of my thumb eventually landing on the most prominent scar across his upper lip. my raph, my hero, our hero…with the scars to prove it all.

“give it a week and see how the shell starts to heal. if we need to do more then I’m ready for that. I’ve done my research, you’re looking at a certified mutant turtle nurse,” I wink at him as he laughs and nuzzles further into my hold.

he looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes, the light of the moon catching in them. he may be hurt but he’s here with me and healing in my arms, and I’ll hold this man forever to show him how much he means to me. he’s looking at me in the same way - in awe of what’s in front of him - both of us dumbly grinning at each other. although, he does break eye contact when a yawn suddenly comes bursting out.

“do you want to talk about what happened, or do you want to catch some z’s first?”

“hmm…as much as I want to tell you about how much of a badass I am, I really want to crash.”

he moves to lay on his back before I catch his shoulders with high pitched squeak, “shell!” I whisper-yell at him. his lips form an ‘o’ and I shake my head. only raph could forget about his injuries that quickly.

I slip into the bed first and hold out my arms, beckoning him to follow and to lay on his stomach. he does so almost instantly, getting comfy against me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“thank you for everything. I trust you with my life, you know.”

“and I trust you with mine, big red.”

I’m seemingly stuck staring down at him, just in stupid awe once more. watching how his eyes are effortlessly closed, evident that he is exhausted, with a faint smile playing on his lips as he shifts around to find the best snoozing position. his shell is now what catches the attention of the moon and I feel satisfied with my work on the crack. I’m still worried but the patch looks good and secure from afar so I’ll take it for it now.

I’m so happy that this brave and unstoppable mutant turtle trusts me with his open wounds, with his physical and emotional scars, with his love and being. this life of ours is crazy in so many ways but I wouldn’t ask for anything to change. well, less wounds here and there would be nice but that might be asking for too much.

#my first turtles story! I don’t normally write fics I have so many ideas that just play out in my head but I’m glad I wrote this one down #I think I’ve only ever posted one other fic on this account before (a beel one) so hopefully I’ll write some more in the future #well if people like them then I’ll post more hhh I have no idea how to gauge the quality of my own writing at all #oracleact chats #tmnt #bayverse tmnt #bayverse raph #bayverse raphael #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse raph imagine #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt imagine #I don’t actually know how to tag this…will this do? :< #blossom 💌 raph

[taishaunas]

compulsory heterosexuality: the theory that heterosexuality is assumed and enforced upon people by a patriarchal and heteronormative society.

#choni #choniedit #chonicentral #riverdaleedit #riverdalecentral #riverdaleladiesdaily #wlwsource #lgbtsource #dailylgbtq #cwladiesdaily #riverdale #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #cheryl x toni #**mine #the ch*rchie scenes were gag-worthy #but the writing for cheryl was otherwise rather... dare i say... nuanced? #/breathes a sigh of relief/ #for now at least #you never know with ras

[blosssombunnny]

𝓟𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓗𝓒𝓼

Light NSFW!!!

Minors DNI!!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Lucifer- Your mark is on your spine. On your lower back. He loves to rest his hand there and feel the warmth. He will trace it and make you squirm at the sensitive feeling.

He will smirk and feel a wave of heat rush below his belt when he can catch a glimpse of it, “Darling you know how I get when you tease me…” It makes him feel so proud and confident. It’s not a coincidence that it’s over your sacral chakra. He believes that makes you both even more connected on a higher level.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Mammon- Your mark is right where your ribs meet in the center on your torso. Right under your breasts/pecs. It’s intimate and you were a bit shocked when you first saw it. And so was he ;)

“Hey MC what taking so-“ Mammon walks into your room with out knocking again. You were planning a beach day and you were taking ti long to change for his liking. He walks in to see you in your bathing suit, mark exposed. He gulps and turns red, “Tch. Why did it mark you there.” He whines and hides his face a bit, “Not that it looks bad… Just hurry up will ya!” He will then run to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Leviathan- Your mark is on your dominant hands upper arm. Right below the shoulder. It is one of his favorite spots to kiss you. It’s the perfect spot that he can reach when gaming beside you, or just cuddling in bed.

“Wahhhhhh. I wanted it to be in a sexier spot.” He will pout that it’s not on your boobs or something. But he really loves it no matter where it is. It looks so beautiful on your skin. He will always have an arm around you and trace his fingers over that spot.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Satan- Your mark is on your thigh. It faces up when you sit. It’s very high up however so usually it’s hidden. He likes it that way. He doesn’t feel the need to show you off all the time. He likes it being his treat to see. For him only.

“Mmm MC… No one else is allowed to touch this ok? I’ll be able to tell if someone does so don’t lie to me.” He can be very stingy over you. But it’s pretty fun to watch them fight over you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Asmodeus- Your mark is on the back of your neck. He likes it when you can see it. If you wear a turtleneck he’ll pout and try to take peeks at it. It makes he feels all fuzzy and excited to see you shiver when you feel his fingers on it.

“Ohhhhhh MC~ My mark makes me when you eat you up. It’s so pretty!” He will always be touching it. Even if it tickles. He loves kissing it and leaving little love marks around it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Beelzebub- Your mark is on your lower stomach. He loves it so much. Right over your perfect stomach. A perfect spot to kiss and bite. He swears his mark tastes like candy. That’s why he licks it so much…

“I love how it looks. So perfect and sweet…” he will continue until you are able to pull him off or get him to lick something else ;) He loves how small you look under him. He will lay over your legs and put his big hands around your hips and just admire your mark.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Belphegor- Your mark is on your shoulder blade. He has taken to liking hugging you from behind because of it. He’ll wrap his arms around you and lean down to kiss his mark. Sometimes he’ll give it a nibble.

“MCCCC~ Come here. I want to see it again.” He always wants you in his arms. He wants to hold you and see that pretty mark.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Diavolo- Your mark is on the side of your hip. He loves to knead and rub it. Your soft and squishy skin looks so nice under his fingers. He can’t help but watch it move as you squirm underneath him.

“So pretty MC~ you are such a sweet little human aren’t you?” He loves to tease you in the most wholesome way (until it becomes very much not wholesome). He loves reminding you that you’re his first and foremost because “I am the prince after all!” He rarely uses his status to get his way but he’ll do it over and over when it comes to you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Barbatos- Your mark is on the back of your hand. His favorite spot to kiss. It shows how devoted he is to you. He’s willing to kneel and kiss your hand like royalty. He also just loves the look on your face when he does it.

“My, my… Look at that lovely blush. Are you embarrassed princess?” He will tease you gently but will never stop worshipping you. And you of course will do the same back to see his equally amusing reactions.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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