#she just ignores him and draws lovey drawings of him

[luveline]

hi baby if you feel up for it i'd love to request some fluffy fluff with sirius. maybe he's usually so reserved and stoic (because, cmon) and they're out with his friends and they're all making fun of him for being so lovey and doting on r

love u sm!

love you!! ♡ fem, 1k

"This is really lovely," Sirius says, your face turned to the light in his hand. "It's bright without looking out of place. Blue is your colour." 

"Thanks, bug," you murmur back, holding still as he cleans the smudged mascara from your lower lash line.

"Every colour is your colour," he amends. "It goes nice with your top." 

You rub your lips together slowly, sticky with gloss. His noticing makes all your make up efforts worth it. 

Sirius wipes his thumb into the tissue you'd given him and tucks it away, stroking your cheek one last time with his other hand before stealing yours to twine your fingers. Your friends have carried on into the pub, but it doesn't take long to catch them. Remus was kind enough to wait at the entrance, eyebrows raised. 

"What?" Sirius asks. 

"Nothing." It's clearly something. "At all." 

You figure it's between them and skirt past Remus with a smile, eager to hide away in the warm wooded walls of The Firestroke. The boys filter in behind you, following you through the entryway and past the bar to the table James has commandeered with Emmeline. 

He's fiddling with her hair, readjusting a bobby pin, another held between his lips. "It looks nice, Emme, you should have it out of your face more often." 

"Marl says that all the time. Hey!" She beams at you. "Come and sit by me." 

You laugh happily and slide onto the seat next to her. You, Emme, and James sit on the booth side while Sirius and Remus set themselves down opposite. A waitress arrives and Sirius doesn't wait for the others, ordering a round of drinks for the entire group, wherever they may be. They'll filter in soon enough. 

"And extra cherries for my girl, please," Sirius says, nodding to you as he does. "Thanks." 

"Ooh, for his girl," James croons. 

"Remember when he'd order stuff for me like that?" Remus asks. 

Sirius rolls his eyes, offering his hands to you from across the table. Honestly, you're slightly surprised at his behaviour today, but you won't look a gift horse in the mouth. You lay your hands in his obligingly and relax as he begins to draw shapes into the fronts of your fingers, tiny stroking lines that feel ridiculously good, even under the eyes of your friends. "He's lying. I'd purposefully get his food wrong when we were teenagers so he'd have to go up to the counter and correct it." 

"Like exposure therapy I never signed up for," Remus sighs. "It worked, too." 

Sirius laughs. He's handsome to begin with, the last burst of a tan from summer's end on his skin, his hair dark and lush in the shimmering light, and when he laughs it's a tenfold effect, the grey of his eyes suddenly mesmerising, the wicked curve of his smile softened into a sweeter thing that begs to be kissed, or admired at the very least. You let him keep one hand but turn the other inward to give him similar treatment, rubbing your fingertips up and down his palm in a ticklish wave. 

"Do that to me, mate, there's a good lad," James says, offering his hand. Emmeline bats it away. 

"Awfully jealous today, aren't they?" Sirius asks you, ignoring their teasing to curl your fingers in and cover them. 

"I…" You're not sure what to say. Does he not realise how sweet he's being? Publicly? He's not usually this open. 

"You okay?" 

"Fine, just…" Words fail you twice. You cringe at your lack of explanation, but Sirius doesn't falter in his nice touches. It shouldn't shock you when he slides his chair tight against the table and pulls your hands ever closer, his top lip scratchy with hair as he leans down to kiss your knuckles. "Siri." 

"Yes, darling?"

"Jesus," Marl says, announcing her presence with a faked gag. "What's your problem, Black?" 

"I'm deeply in love, McKinnon. Not that you'd know what that feels like." 

You melt in your chair as he kisses a short path to your wrist. You could write Marlene a ten thousand word essay on love if she needed it, that's how adored he's got you feeling. 

"Absolutely vile."

"So sweet!" Mary denies, plopping herself down in the chair beside Sirius', all pink tulle and flowery smells. Any other day you'd be jealous of her in a good-natured but undeniably insecure manner, terrified that Sirius was gonna turn to her and see her in all her dewy beauty, but he doesn't so much as look up, your hands now rubbed against his cheek. 

"He's had a bit of catnip or something," Remus says. 

"It's the eyeshadow," you try to explain. 

Sirius lifts his head severely. "It looks perfect, but it's definitely not the eyeshadow. I'd feel just as mad about you if you were covered in soot." 

"Good to know," you say breathlessly. 

"Oh, so you're feeling pathetic today?" Marl asks.

Sirius sighs as though he's been greatly inconvenienced and sits up properly, casting his gaze around the group for a lick of sense between them, if his slack eyebrows are anything to go off of. "You're all wrong. I'm this pathetic for her every day of the week." 

"Then what's with the PDA?" James asks incredulously. 

"Mate, first of all, look at her. And if you must know, it's our anniversary." 

You flinch, your gaze jumping to his. The group erupts with well wishes and 'why didn't you say so's, and James slaps his card on the table, insisting that the round is on him to celebrate. Your heart races as you make the calculations in your head, calming as you realise that nothing falls on today's date, not a half month nor a first date. 

"Sirius?" you ask while everyone's distracted. 

He takes your hand again and begins kissing your knuckles once more. "I'm lying," he says, as you'd figured, scratching your fingers with his stubble. "That's what he gets for prying… You really do look lovely tonight." 

You nearly swallow your tongue. "Thank you. You look lovely, too." 

He smiles, twining your fingers together to rest his face against the back of your hand. "Thanks, angel." 

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius x reader fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #marauders era #marauders #sirius black drabble #sirius black scenario #sirius black oneshot #the marauders #sirius orion black

[thevirgincherry]

STOCKING FILLER !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, filming, throat fucking, ddlg dynamics, creampie, daddy kink

note. the first part to my xmas fics! hooray! starting off very short so i apologise! ignore any typos! this is a part 2 to my fic lovey-dovey if you would like to read that first! if you see typos just know i will detonate :3 not entirely proud of this as it’s slightly repetitive but I promise the next fics will be more interesting! reblogs n feedback is much appreciated!

lovey-dovey

Huh. So that’s what you want for Christmas. Cock. What a surprise. Leon didn’t peg you as an icky little perv, his sweet girl can get down and dirty when she wants, but a sex tape? That’s new. Guess he could whip out the old camcorder, make you into a movie star, you’re certainly pretty enough. And with those false lashes on? Yeah, that’ll be a mega-hit, could make a fortune off of it, no more getting skullfucked by monsters in the field, just sticking his dick in all of your tight holes to pay the bills.

“Daddy?” He feels small cold hands on his shoulder. Yelps in a way that makes you giggle.

“Scared me, baby.” Leon huffs out a breath, tucks the letter behind his back, but you’ve got a sharp eye. His little girl knows too much. Daddy tries to keep it out of your reach, it’s for your own good, but you’re so nosy. Curious little thing.

“Why you readin’ my letter?” You wipe your nose on your sleeve, caught the flu over the weekend, doesn’t stop you from peeking over his shoulder 24/7. “That’s between me and Santa.”

“‘Cause Santa said I could,” Leon says simply.

“Nuh-uh, he didn’t.” You shake your head in disbelief as if Leon’s breach of privacy is the greatest betrayal since the whole Judas debacle. He didn’t know you and Santa had terms and conditions like that.

“Well, he did, ‘cause how else is daddy supposed to know what you want?” Leon pats the seat beside him, you go to climb over the back of the couch but he gives you a look. The daddy look of disapproval. You grunt in annoyance and make the short trip over to him. Walking around the sofa is a total pain when you’re sick - perfectly happy to terrorise him though. “Why’re you up anyway?” He goes to check his watch, “it’s midnight.”

“I got cold, daddy.” You tell him, blink up at him with big eyes that tell Leon something’s up. “And, um, I lied to daddy.”

“You lied?” Leon repeats, raising his brow. His girl doesn’t lie. Only naughty babies lie.

“I lied.” You confirm with a solemn nod. “I don’t believe in Santa, daddy.”

Shock horror. Leon clutches his chest. “Why’d you lie to me like that, babydoll?”

“Shy.” Is your plain answer.

“What, like, about Santa?”

“No, daddy,” you shake your head and let out a frustrated puff of breath through your nose, kicking your feet to distract yourself, “‘bout what I wanted from you.”

“Oh, baby,” Leon chuckles, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, draws you to his warm chest and kisses the crown of your head. “What’re you shy about, hm? I’ve had my tongue in your ass.”

Your little fists smack against his chest, muffling your embarrassed whines of daddy into his chest. It makes Leon laugh harder. “All I’m sayin’ is, sweetheart, you could ask daddy anything and I’d do it for you.” Leon is rough and calloused, but for you, he aches to be kind and soft. He’d do whatever you say in a heartbeat. If you want porn, so be it, he’ll fuck you till his dick pops off from overuse. And even then he’d let you keep his disembodied cock as a toy.

You make your recovery by Christmas Eve. Thank heavens. You’re a nightmare when sick, more so in this headspace. Grown-up you is responsible. Knock back two painkillers, cough medicine and settle into bed. Little you? God, she’s wreaking havoc. He had to change the quilt about five times, you said it was too lumpy, too thin, too ugly. Fucking Princess and the Pea. Insulted the duvet his mom made way back when, yeah, it’s patchwork, yeah, it’s ugly as fuck. You don’t gotta say it outloud though. Then you insist on using anything but a napkin to wipe your nose and— God. He’s just glad it’s over. Also means Leon can touch you again. In the way he wants, in the way you want.

Dressed in the pinkest of pinks, you sit on your knees in the middle of Leon’s California king. He insisted on finding that old camcorder, but you looked at him like he was crazy, told him his phone would do the job. The frilled hem of your babydoll rests pretty on your knees, it’s dangerously low cut to show more than just your décolletage, and the cups don’t fit right, a little too tight. You had complained, said it gave you four boobs or whatever that means. Leon patted you on the butt and told you he liked it. What kinda man says no to a big pair of tits? You might be his little girl but there’s nothing little about those, or that fat pussy, Jesus Christ. Had to swap out the matching thong ‘cause it got swallowed up between your fat lips, instead you’ve gone for comfort. Cotton panties printed with these vintage-looking lambs. There’s a blue ribbon dotting the hem that sits snug below your belly button. Through the sheer pink, he can see ‘em. Drives Leon crazy.

The camera counts down. 3, 2, 1. He steps into frame, shaky like he’s got an audience. A rogue hand brushes the front of his pants, you’re making eyes at him, licking the gloss off your lips. “C’mon, baby, get to work.” Leon pinches your cheek when you go to unzip his jeans with your naughty fingers, “Babies don’t use their hands, do they?”

You shake your head, ribbons bobbing along with you. Then you lower your head, take his zipper between your teeth and tug it down in jagged intervals. He’d taken his belt off earlier, knows that would be a little too mean. You can’t even tie a cherry knot with that tongue. Not that Leon can either. You’re pleased to find out he’s not wearing much at all underneath, letting out a hum of delight when his cock springs free, almost hitting you in the nose. What a video that could be Cock So Fat I Give My Girl A Nosebleed!

Very diligently, you run your tongue along his shaft, suck on each ball for ten seconds, then you work the tip. Your cheeks hollow as you take him into your mouth, you gag and pull back with a cough ‘cause he tickled the back of your throat.

“Thought you were a big girl.” Leon snickers at the slightly dazed expression on your face, the stringy spit that’s trickling down your chin, falling in fat globs between your tits.

“I am, daddy.” You insist in that whiny voice.

“Suck cock like a big girl then.” He slaps your right tit hard enough to make them knock together like Newton’s cradle. “C’mere, sweetheart.” Leon tucks his hands beneath your armpits and drags you to the edge of the bed, your head dangles at an angle that’s entirely uncomfortable. The only thing that’s in frame is his bare ass, and that’s not pleasant, but come on. He’s gotta do this.

Leon wipes the fat head of his cock across your pout, you open up like a good girl, he stuffs his dick down your tight throat, balls pressed to the point of your nose. Thinks he hears you inhale, then your little hands come to fondle his fat balls and the no-hands rule flies out the window. “Jesus Christ, you fuckin’ nympho, baby.” He pats your cheek, bucks his hips into your mouth to hear those delicious gag, gag, gaggin’ sounds. Once you’ve lathered him in enough spit, Leon pulls out with a wet pop, drags his balls over your face like you want him to. Nasty little thing.

Panting for breath, you sit up, pressing the back of your hand to your head daintily. “That’s good for you.” Leon comments, “makes your hair grow ‘cause all the blood is rushing to your head, Claire told me.”

“Not true, daddy,” you giggle, rubbing your temple to soothe the bursting pressure. You smile pretty when he lays you back, your head dipping between the pillows. He kisses your cheek, and you take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles tenderly. A soft creature with even softer tendencies.

Leon’s quick to get you out of your panties, hooks his fingers in the waistband and peels the soaked seat from your slick cunt. Much to your embarrassment - he lifts them to his nose and takes a whiff, his tongue pokes out to collect the arousal that’s gathered in the centre. Then he digs into the source itself, presses his nose into your chubby pussy, sucks on your clit like it’s hard candy. The muffled moans he lets out into your cushiony cunt don’t go unheard, so brazen about it, you grow fidgety and pull at his hair. Leon lifts his head, stubble shiny with your slick, licks his lips to catch every last drop. What was he doing down there? Motorboating it?

“Daddy…” You whine, press your foot against his face to stop him. Leon captures your ankle, then kisses the sole of your socked foot, he uses it as leverage, spreads you even further. Till your thighs ache, and your pussy parts ever so slightly, he’s quick to press his cock to your twitching clit. A steady hand drags Leon’s cock up and down your folds, cock catching on your bud each time.

“Look at her, baby, missed me, didn’t she?” Leon coos, his eyes zeroed in on your spread cunt, watching how your hole flutters around nothing. Poor baby. You need his fat cock so bad. Need to be plugged up before you spring a leak. Gosh, he wouldn’t want that. “She’s beggin’ for daddy, hm? Listen to her, she’s speakin’ to me.” He smiles when your drippy cunt squelches, the slick, gushy sounds going straight to his cock as it jumps. Way to give him away. Leon don’t have a tail that wags but he sure does have a cock, and it’s hard enough to break open a walnut.

Up and down, up and down. Leon guides his cock over your clit, and past your fleshy folds, teases your needy hole by stretching you out with just the tip. Then he pulls out. When he finally fucking pushes into your warmth, you squeeze him tight, he sinks in till all of him is wrapped up in your cunt. And you squirt for him. Eyes rolled back into your head, acrylics taking down his chest, back bowing off the bed ‘cause it was just too much for his baby and her precious princess parts.

“Mmmmmphhh!” You let out a squeaky sound into the palm of your hand.

“Yeah? That so, baby?” Leon clicks his tongue, tosses your flimsy legs over his shoulders, tugs down the cups of your babydoll so he can suck your tits.

Another stream of pitchy moans. “Uh huh?” Leon responds, nodding down at you like he knows just what his dumb little girl means.

“Daddyyyyyy!” His balls plap, plap, plap against your perky ass, gonna fuck you till his heart gives out. That’s what you deserve.

“Yeah, darling? You’re talkative today, huh?” Leon cranes his neck and bites down on your nipple, leaves it all puffy. His pace slows, focuses on giving it to you slow and deep, circles his hips so you feel every inch of him. The slow, sticky grind makes a wet noise, a ring of white glistening around the wide base of his cock. You’ve gone and creamed around him.

“Mmmm… Daddy…”

“Aw, is that right my girl?”

Then you bristle, go rigid in his grip, chest heaving and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. “Ohhh, is it right there, sweetpea? Yeah? Mhm? Right there? Gonna make a big mess for daddy?” Leon presses down on your abdomen, his dick hits that special spot just right, and his tongue swirls over your nipple.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy— oh, daddy,” you whimper, spurting your release each time his cock slams against your cervix, wetting his stomach with each burst. Getting him all messy in the way he likes.

“Alright, alright, keep it down, little lady.” Leon soothes you, his warm hand rubbing your side as you tremble in his arms, breath shuddering until he dumps his load in you.

You go slack beneath him, little hand coming to rub your tummy after his warmth floods into you. He spreads you open to see how your cunt gapes, empty without his fat cock, his seed dribbles out as your pussy contracts, spills down your ass crack. Leon gives your clit one last kiss, ‘cause it’s pretty and you’re pretty, and pretty girls deserve handsome daddies who kiss their swollen little clits.

“Daddy,” you point over his shoulder, brows drawn together as your bottom lip wobbles. Never a good sign. He turns to see his phone has fallen flat on its face. See, this is why he should’ve got the camcorder out.

“Oh, baby, it’s alright,” Leon coos, you preen as he peppers your sweaty face in kisses, “we can just start again, huh? We got all night.”

“But, but, but, daddy, I gotta be sleepin’ when Santa comes.” You blubber.

“Thought you didn’t believe in him, babe.” He flicks your forehead.

“I don’t, daddy, but, will you still fill my stocking? When I go to sleep, daddy?” You’re giving him those big eyes again, batting your lashes. Santa is a ploy to get more presents. He’d figured that out.

“Yes, baby.” Leon agrees to calm you down, “but first I gotta grant your Christmas wish, don’t I?”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut

[burntb4bydoll]

It's my first time requesting something on here, I am CRAVING for any Tokio Hotel member with a kind/sweet/obedient reader, I usually can't find stories/headcanons with them where the reader is a sweet and obedient girl, feel free to ignore this request if you want to.

Bae this is so me fr (for the most part😇)

Tokio Hotel with a sweet and obedient gf (slightly NSFW)

Bill Kaulitz

•hes completely infatuated with you. you could do anything you wanted to him and he would let you.

•he thinks that you are an absolute angel. He loves how sweet you are, it makes him so proud to be your bf

•would NEVER let people take advantage of you or your kindness. You don’t like disappointing people by saying ‘no’ but he has absolutely no problem doing it for you

• “sweetheart, you can’t do everything people ask you to. You are too sweet for your own good sometimes I swear.”

•he means that in a endearing way dw! He wouldn’t change a single thing about you

•he tries to test your obedience tbh. He’ll tell you to do something small then slowly start telling you to do more, but you never disobey him. And he makes sure to praise you very well for it

• “oh my, what a good girl. You listen so well, angel. Im so proud of you.”

•definitely is more of a soft dom with you, he can’t imagine being mean to his sweet girl🤭

Tom Kaulitz

•oh boy…

•you two are opposites. He’ll try to get you to do and say bad/mean things just to see if youll actually do it

•your hesitant because you dont wanna be mean, but you obey him and he immediately cant help but smirk to himself

•Bill always scolds him for it tho, you can’t escape mama Bill.

“Tom, Leave her alone! Y/n don’t listen to him, hes an idiot.” 😭

•he thinks its so cute watching you interact with his family. You’re just so sweet and they all love you so much. Hes so happy that they love you just as much as he does

•HIS MOM LOVES YOU. SHE TAKES SO MANY PICTURES OF YOU AND TOM AND SHOWS THEM TO EVERYONE. SHE CALLS YOU HER DAUGHTER TOO😭💗

•not to be a whore….but CORRUPTION KINK?? HELLO???

•LOVES pet names. He calls you princess, sweetheart, my love🤭🤭

Georg Listing

•LORD he is obsessed with you omfg

•you are absolutely everything to him. You’re his precious girl who could never EVER do anything wrong in his eyes

•literally refers to you as his ‘lovely girlfriend’ to people 😭

•his heart almost explodes whenever you do anything for him. Whether that be cooking him food, drawing/coloring a picture for him, or just giving him a small compliment, he’ll always be so so appreciative of it

•HES SO SOFT WITH YOU. He kisses youholds your face so gently while stroking your cheeks with his thumbs:(((

• “You’re such a sweetheart, you know that? I love you so much, my sweet girl.”

Gustav Schäfer

•hes also such a sweetheart, but he likes to pretend like hes all mean and unapproachable😭

•like babe, you are probably the cutest person here you’re not fooling anyone.

•you two are known for being the super lovey couple. He loves to show you off and you’re just happy to be there😇

•although you’re both sweet, you’re the only obedient one in the relationship. He such a brat and LOVES to push peoples buttons just to see how far he can go before someone actually gets mad😭

•BLUSHES SO SO HARD WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIM

•you guys are the embodiment of a praise kink. Neither of you can go 5 minutes without being and all nice and lovey dovey to each other

•dare i say….pleasure Dom Gustav…. GUYS IK I SAY IT ALL THE TIME BUT PLS YOU KNOW ITS TRUE

• “such a good girl for me, arent you?”

“Aww, you’re so cute, my baby.” Yes. HIS baby.😇

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[rubyreduji]

🧸omg!! congrats on 1 year of your blog AND hitting 3k, that’s amazing.

i’ll go for the drabble: some cheol smut that’s very lovey dovey and sweet and then he makes you cum so fucking hard you literally can’t stop shaking and you reach out for his hand and he holds it and… damn. anyways, go wild.

congrats again!

— join the sleepover!! 🧸️

summary: your boyfriend just wants to help you celebrate your job promotion in the best way he can think of

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, soft sex, cheol is a sweetie, oral (f. rec), minor orgasm delay wc: 1.7k an: this is so cute :((( i love you choi seungcheol

“C-cheol!” You stutter out, your breath getting caught in your throat. Below you, your long time boyfriend has his face buried between your legs, his tongue teasing your slit.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises before dipping his head back down to continue teasing you. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently causing waves of pleasure to roll down your spine. Your fingers bury themselves into his blond locks, tugging a bit by accident. Seungcheol doesn’t mind though, his lips humming at the feeling, vibrating against your clit.

Your boyfriend has been teasing for you nearly thirty minutes now with touches that are not quite enough to get you off. You can’t even be mad at the man though, his lazy smile and soft eyes convincing you that he’s doing this for your benefit.

Seungcheol convinced you that you two needed to celebrate your new promotion at work, so he took you out for a nice dinner, but when you got home he told you he had another gift for you. That’s how he led you to the bedroom before unzipping your dress and starting to trail kisses across your skin. Now here you are, laying on your back, legs parted, being tortured by the man as he keeps what you want most just out of reach.

Seungcheol’s lips tug at your clit one final time before he leans down further to push his tongue into your entrance, collecting the arousal building up on your folds. His tongue explores your insides, brushing up against your walls and causing you to gasp and whine.

“Se-eung-ch-cheol,” you draw his name out. “S-stop teasing.”

Even with his mouth against you, you need more, too worked up to be satisfied by anything but his cock. For a moment you wonder if Seungcheol can’t hear you, or he’s just ignoring you, his lips making out with your cunt, but then he places a final kiss against your folds and pushes himself up.

You flush at the sight of Seungcheol’s full face, his hair mussed and his chin shiny. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smirks at you. “I was having a good meal down there,” he says and you flush even harder. “But if my baby needs my cock, then she’s going to get my cock.”

Seungcheol stands up and pushes his boxers down his legs, letting his stiff cock pop out of the restraints. His tip is already red and leaking and you’re sure he was rutting against the bed while eating you out. Your boyfriend crawls back onto the bed before pushing your knees apart and slotting himself in between them.

“Ready for me?” He asks in a soft voice and you nod.

“Yeah,” you tell him, matching his soft voice, knowing he likes verbal confirmation to proceed. Seungcheol smiles at you and presses a quick kiss to your lips. 

He shuffles forward a bit so he can line his cock up to your entrance, his tip pressing against your entrance. You give him one final nod and Seungcheol starts to push in, slow and steady, giving you time to adjust to his size.

“Still doing good?” He asks you when he finally bottoms out.

“Yeah,” you breath out, enjoying the stretch of your walls around his cock. You shift your hips a bit, moaning as his tip bumps against your cervix. “Can you start moving now?”

“Of course.”

Seungcheol’s hips pull out of you slowly, before pushing back in, this time at a quicker pace. He continues to do this until he reaches a steady pace, just perfect to continue stimulating you but not too fast that it’s brutal. You let out quiet pants as he fucks you, the nerves in your body buzzing with pleasure. Your eyes close as you tilt your head back slightly, exposing your neck to your boyfriend who quickly takes the chance to lean down and press kisses to the span of skin.

You lift your legs and wrap them around Seungcheol, pulling him in closer. His body is warm and you appreciate his solid form to hold onto, keeping you in the moment. Seungcheol pushes his face further into your neck, kissing and sucking all over.

Sex with your boyfriend is always perfect, but then again your boyfriend is perfect too. Seungcheol’s grip on you isn’t too tight, his fingers just firm enough to have a hold on you without bruising or hurting. His cock digs into you with a gentleness to it, making sure not to bruise your cervix with too intense thrusts. You know that you never have to worry about Seungcheol in the bedroom, as you’ve never known someone as attentive as him.

“You’re so pretty, angel,” Seungcheol whispers to you as he kisses at your chest. “I love being able to see you like this. My angel.”

Your body feels hypersensitive from all of the previous teasing, and your boyfriend’s words don’t help any. You grip onto him harder, rolling your hips up into his thrusts.

“Cheol,” you mutter, “I need more.”

“More?”

“More. Please.”

Seungcheol hums and grabs your thighs before pushing them up to your chest. The new position gives Seungcheol a better angle to dig his tip into your g-spot and a part of you feels light-headed at being man handled and pressed in half.

To pair with the new position, Seungcheol starts to increase his pace and power, his cock now sliding in and out of you harder and faster. You’re not sure how Seungcheol does it, but your boyfriend is able to keep his sweet demeanor as he rams himself into your pussy.

“God, you look beautiful,” he tells you. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight. You like it when I tell you how gorgeous you are?”

You break eye contact with the man, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “You know I do,” you mumble.

“No need to be shy, angel.” Seungcheol tilts your head to look back at him. “There’s no shame in admitting you’re the most beautiful girl on the planet.”

“Seungcheol,” you whine.

It truly is a talent for your boyfriend to make you feel so bashful while holding you in a position so lewd. The sound of his balls slapping against your cunt can be heard as well as the slick sound of your arousal. Seungcheol acts like it’s normal though, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your chest.

As sweet as the moment is, your body is screaming at you to reach your high. Normally you can last a bit longer, but Seungcheol’s teasing was a little too much earlier and you’ve been restless since. You reach up to cup your boyfriend’s face in your hands, kissing him deeply before pulling away right after he just gets into it.

“Cheollie,” you put on your cutest voice, “I need to cum.”

“Buttering me up?”

“Please? You just feel so good in me, it’s hard not to.”

You’re glad your boyfriend has a weak willpower, especially when it comes to you, and you internally celebrate when he starts to fuck you even harder. You finally allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure, throwing your head back and arching your back, letting your moans flow freely. You weren’t even sure it was possible, but somehow Seungcheol feels even better now, your pussy delighted at the new pace.

You feel Seungcheol shift you two around a bit, before placing his thumb over your clit. He rubs at the bud frantically, shooting jolts of pleasure through your veins. You’ve quickly turned into a mess, practically drooling as your mind gets more lost in the feeling. Your body tenses up in tandem with the coil deep in the pit of your core. It tightens and tightens until it can’t anymore, finally releasing and breaking the dam.

You scream out as your body starts to tremble, your orgasm hitting you harder than expected. A high pitched whimper escapes your throat as your vision starts to white out. You blindly tap your hand around the bed, until Seungcheol finally connects your hands, his large hand enveloping yours as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles in a soothing motion.

“You’re okay baby, you were so good for me,” he coos at you. He lifts your hand and presses a kiss to it before squeezing it tighter. His other hand rubs at your clit softly still, helping you work through your high.

After what feels like forever, your body finally calms down and you slump against the bed. Your breath is still shallow as you bury your head into the pillow. Seungcheol leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You okay, angel?”

You nod. “Yeah. Thank you. Felt good.” You lay there for a few more moments until you can think semi-clearly. It’s then that you realize something. “Did you cum?”

“Uh, no,” Seunghceol admits with a chuckle. “It’s okay though–”

“No, shh,” you mutter. You sit up slightly and notice Seungcheol’s still hard and leaking cock. “C’mon here.”

You direct Seungcheol’s lips, kissing him softly. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to deepen though, Seungcheol licking into your mouth. As he explores your mouth, you reach down and grasp his cock in your hand, starting to pump slowly.

Seungcheol’s hands roam around your bare skin as you quicken your pace, giving extra attention to his head. You can feel Seungcheol’s dick twitch in your hand and you know he’s close. You press into his further, kissing him as hard as you can as you dig your thumb into his slit. That’s all it takes to get him groaning, his seed spilling over your fingers as his cock spurts liberally.

Seungcheol’s breathing is labored as you milk him dry. When he’s finally done cumming you reach over to the bedside table to grab a tissue to wipe off your hand and his cock.

When everything is cleaned up you flop back down in bed, your body still exhausted from your own intense orgasm. You feel Seungcheol’s body slide in behind you, spooning you in his arms as he presses a kiss to the tip of your ear.

“Not a half bad way to celebrate your promotion, eh?”

You snort but still grin. “Yeah, not half bad.”

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Kinktober: It is that time again.

Notes: Listen! I woke up feeling naughty again this morning and yet I somehow produced a fluffy, wholesome family life lovey dovey omg they are so freaking cute piece, at least for three pages, after that we're going straight to the topic of @kinktober2023: breeding kink.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Fluff/Smut // Words: 8k // [Read on AO3]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Marital sex. Oh and also: breeding kink.

Warning: After you die of diabetes or cute aggression by reading the first part of this, there will be severe filth following. (Though to be fair, I think I've written worse before >_> Still, it's smut: so if you want to keep your innocence, please look away!)

It is that time again, darling.

It is Friday afternoon in the Sallow cottage, and you're sitting on the couch by the fireplace, enjoying a good book – completely ignoring the loud and certainly obnoxious argument your twin boys are having. They do it all the time, so it's nothing new.

They come after their father in so many ways, it's almost scary. From the messy brunet hair that you failed to comb so many times, to the deep brown eyes that can turn your anger into adoration in only a few seconds (they know that fact by now, which is never a good thing) – to the insatiable hunger for knowledge and the equally insatiable desire to always get what they want.

Benjamin and Archie Sallow surely are Sebastian's sons. As they bicker over who gets to play with the toy train first, your gaze wanders to the corner of the room to your quiet daughter.

Little Anne is in her own world, surrounded by various sheets of parchment and paper, her colouring pencils strewn about as she scribbles away, equally ignoring her arguing brothers. You smile softly as you take in her features. She comes after you, has your eyes and unlike her brothers and father not a single freckle on her pale little face, probably because unlike the men of the house, she likes to stay indoors, drawing and reading with her equally sun deprived mother.

Just as you return to your book, the door opens, and the noise of your bickering boys subsides immediately and turns into a wail of joy as the twins jump up and into the arms of their father. You look at Sebastian with wide eyes and an equally wide smile, you haven't expected him home this early.

“I'm home!” he calls, laughing with one son on each arm as he enters the small house.

You stand from the couch and walk towards him, unable to stop the need to kiss him. As you do, your sons issue grunts of displeasure, yet you only laugh and kiss your husband more.

“Did you miss me?” he asks softly, his dark eyes on you as he sets his sons to the ground again.

“I always miss you,” you whisper and wrap your arms around him.

“You know, I'm only on the other side of the lake, right?” he teases and grabs your chin to plant another kiss on your lips – followed by another synchronised noise of disgust from the twins.

He is right, of course. You chose this house in Aranshire so you can always look over the lake to the castle, imagining your husband walking the halls of Hogwarts, teaching kids in Magical Theory, being in his element. He still spends a lot of time there, has his own room in the castle if his work load gets too much, but every Friday to late Sunday he will come home to you and spend as much time with you and your three children as he can.

“I still wish I'd see you more...” you whisper and lean against him, your hand gently grazing the stubble on his cheek.

“You could teach too, you know? You were offered a position, remember?” he says as he guides you back to the couch.

“You know I can't,” you sigh and look around the house. Your boys are back fighting over the train toy and Anne is still so fixated on her drawing, she hasn't even noticed Sebastian's return yet.

“Soon you can,” he whispers and makes you sit on the couch. “The boys will be at Hogwarts and our little princess here –” he starts and sneaks towards the little girl sitting with her back to the room. “– can handle her own. Hey princess, Daddy's back!” he then says as he grabs his daughter under the arms and lifts her up swiftly. She squeals and kicks, then quickly relaxes and throws her tiny arms around his neck as a wide smile comes to her lips.

“Hello Daddy,” she squeaks, and he laughs softly as he hugs her back.

“How's my little girl?” he asks and tilts his head to look at what she has been drawing.

“Don't look!” she says in that sweet, high-pitched voice. “It's a surprise!”

Sebastian chuckles and presses his lips to the top of her head. “Fine, fine, I won't look! Keep your secrets!” he sets her back to the ground and gently ruffles her hair before he lets her go back to her drawing and finally returns to you.

You reach your arms out to him, and he follows suit immediately, settling down next to you on the couch, your arms entangled as he pulls you closer to kiss your forehead. For a moment you just sit together, looking into each other's eyes, the bickering of your boys just another background noise.

“I've been thinking, darling,” he then says, and one of those wicked smirks comes to his handsome face.

“Yes?” you ask carefully and arch an eyebrow.

He barks a laugh and quickly leans closer to kiss your raised eyebrow. “Don't give me that look, I know for a fact that you'll love it,” he then says and winks at you.

“Really?” you wonder and watch how he disentangles your limbs and stands from the couch, returning to the bag he has left at the door.

“Oh yes,” he calls back and rummages through his bag before he walks to the twins, holding something behind his broad back. “Boys,” he says with a mock-stern voice to get their attention. The mini versions of himself look up with big eyes, their fight momentarily paused. “Have you been nice to Mummy and your sister?”

The boys nod eagerly, already knowing what's coming. He always brings them back gifts when he returns on Fridays. They know the drill and yet they are always so excited about it. You smile softly as you watch the scene before you.

“Well, how about you give your Mummy and Daddy a little break and take this outside?” he then says and produces two toy trains in his big palms.

The twins stare at him, and Benjamin, the cheekier one of the two, raises an eyebrow. “Dad, we already have toy trains...” he says and holds up the toy that he has finally snatched from his brother's hand.

Sebastian laughs. “Not these ones. If you push this button, they'll get bigger,” he says and shows them what he means. “But you can only use them outside, do you understand?”

The twins rise to their feet and crane their necks to look at their father. You already dread the day when they would become as tall as Sebastian, but luckily both of them have yet to hit any major growth spurt. He holds the toy closer and looks at them intently.

“Do you understand?” he repeats in a rather stern voice.

They both nod. “Yes, sir,” they say in unison and quickly grab the toys from his palms and run outside.

“Be good! No terrorizing the cats, alright?” he calls after them and then closes the door again, turning towards you now with that wicked smirk. Through the closed door you can hear your sons laugh and giggle as the sound of a train horn fills the square.

“Will they be alright?” you whisper as you stand from the couch and walk towards him.

“Of course, don't worry! Edgar will have an eye on them as usual,” he says with a disarming smile as he grabs your hand and eagerly pulls you along, right towards your bedroom.

You hold him back and take a look towards your daughter, who is focused on her drawings once again. “What about Anne?” you whisper, knowing what your husband is up to.

“She'll be fine, too,” he whispers back, leaning over you to brush his lips against your ear. “She won't hear a thing...”

You blush at the implication. When you look up at him, you can't help but smile back as he watches you with those dark eyes that can make you do anything. Biting your lip, you nod and follow him into your shared bedroom.

As the door closes behind you, you are very glad that he put up all those silencing charms and protection spells and anything else that will keep whatever happens in here out of earshot of your precious children. Because when he grabs your waist and pulls you flush against his body, you know you won't be able to keep your noises to yourself.

He doesn't waste any time and starts to undress you with nimble fingers, quickly unbuttoning your shirt as he leans down to shower your face and neck with light, innocent kisses. You inhale sharply.

“Do you know how old our sons are?” he then asks as he pushes your skirt down your legs.

You are a little confused by his question and frankly, a little too distracted to think at the moment. “They are... ten...” you whisper.

“And how old is our baby girl?”

“Five,” you reply and tilt your head, letting him nibble on your neck as he gets rid of the last of your garments.

“And do you see a pattern there?” he then says and leans back to look at you with a wide smile.

You blink slowly. “Sebastian, what –”

“It is that time again, darling,” he says with a smirk and quickly pushes his mouth to yours, silencing any doubts for the moment. Your hands reach up and cup his face, and when you finally manage to push him off your lips, you stare at him.

“Are you sure about this?”

He laughs. “Yes! Absolutely! It's time for another one, don't you think?”

“But we already live so cramped here...” you start finding arguments, when in reality you don't see any real reason not to indulge in his desire for another child.

“You realize you are a witch and I am a wizard? We'll just add another room, no worries! And I thought you loved the cosy feeling of our tight little space...” he whispers, leaning back down to kiss your cheek.

You breathe a little harder. “Yes, I do...” you whimper as he sinks his teeth playfully into your neck.

“Then I see no problem with me indulging in your tight space,” he says, and his words make you shiver, or maybe it's his fingers slipping between your legs, teasing at your folds.

“Another one, hm?” you whisper breathlessly.

“Or two, who knows?” he laughs and quickly picks you up to carry you to the bed. You frown at his words. “Those twin genes are strong...”

You groan playfully as he sets you down, and you scramble back on the bed, watching him. He is out of his clothes in no time, and when he crawls over you, settling right between your open legs, he gives you a serious look.

“Only if you're ready,” he says quietly, his dark eyes wandering over your face.

You watch him, and despite the emotional blackmail of those damn eyes, you find yourself smiling and already imagining having another baby. You also think about the last times the both of you decided on adding to your little family. The many hours you had spent in bed together come to your mind, and you can only imagine how long it will take this time. The thought alone causes your legs to twitch.

“Yes,” you eventually say and reach your arms out to him. “I am ready,” you whisper, and when he follows your beckoning to lie on top of you and bury his face in the crook of your neck, you add: “Put your seed in me, Sebastian.”

He leans back immediately and stares at you, not having expected these kinds of words from his beautiful, innocent wife. A sly smirk breaks from his lips. And you smirk right back. He must know by now that your sweet face is only a facade. He's corrupted you a long time ago. And even though you spend nearly every weekend in bed together, enjoying the other's body, the prospect of doing the deed with a purpose, makes it even more exciting for you.

“Then we won't need these,” he says with a wider smirk as he leans over you to the night-stand, rummaging through the first drawer where you keep your contraceptive potions. “Instead we might need... this,” he whispers and produces a tiny flask. “It's going to be a long night, love,” he adds and looks at you, before he downs the contents of the potion he rarely uses, but when he does, you know you're in for a treat – that will last (him) a very long time indeed.

You blush deeply and bite your lip, the heat already spreading through your body. When he leans back, gently putting his entire body weight on you as he cups your face with both hands, you see something you see very rarely: a tear in the corner of his eye. You quickly lean up and graze your thumbs over his cheeks. “You make me very happy, you know that?” he says softly, smiling at you.

You smile back and lean up to kiss him gently. “I'm trying my best,” you reply.

He chuckles. “Oh you don't even have to try, darling,” he says and kisses you back so gently you almost forget about what will come next. “You just do, no matter what you do, what you say, how you look, just thinking about my beautiful wife and all the things she has already done for me...” He inhales deeply. “I love you,” he says and presses his lips to your cheek, his eyes boring into yours. “And I will always love you.”

The warmth his words (and the way he looks at you) create in you almost overpowers the heat you feel for him. Grabbing the back of his neck, you pull him down onto your lips and kiss him deeply. “I love you too...” you whisper breathlessly between circling your tongue around his. “I love you so much, Sebastian. And now fill me up already!”

You feel him chuckling against your mouth. “So eager,” he teases and pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth. When he leans back slightly, planting tiny kisses on your lips, cheeks and jaw, his low voice vibrates through your very core. “My naughty, naughty girl...”

You watch him with your head spinning from lack of air, a small smirk playing around your lips as he moves his mouth to your neck. While you play with his hair, he sucks and nibbles on your soft skin, marking you as his own, as if the ring on your finger and the three children somewhere beyond your closed bedroom door weren't enough proof that you were his and his alone. That is the last time you'll think about your beautiful offspring for this day (or so you hope), as other things settle in your mind and you really don't want them to mix.

When he is done with his mark, gently lapping at your bruised skin, he kisses your neck and leans back on his arms, taking some of his weight off you, allowing your chest to rise and fall faster as you watch him. He looks at you with those dark hungry eyes, and you inhale deeply as he starts showering your bare body with kisses, all the way from your collarbone over the peaks of your plum breasts (that he gives a gentle squeeze with one of his hands as he moves down) until he presses his mouth to your stomach, his fingers softly massaging your skin.

“I can't wait to fill you up,” he whispers hoarsely, kissing your stomach, his fingers pressing down firmly. “I'll fill your womb...” he says and rests his head on your lower torso as if listening for something that isn't even there yet. “And I'll watch you grow... knowing it was my seed that made you so...” You feel his heavy breaths on your skin as you reach down to gently caress his hair, digging your fingers through his locks, smiling softly to yourself.

He stays like that for at least ten seconds, giving you the illusion of peace and quiet and hopeful dreams of the future, a really tender and romantic moment, and once those seconds are over, he presses his lips to your stomach, pushes himself up and quickly leans back, looking at you with that wicked smirk again.

“Let's prepare my beautiful breeding vessel,” he teases and grabs your hips to position himself right between your legs.

You stare at him. “What did you just call me?” you laugh as he puts your legs on his shoulders.

He just smirks wider, and without any warning, he leans down and presses his mouth to your aching centre, kissing your lower stomach down towards your quivering core. You forget about his wording the moment his lips close around your clit. A soft moan escapes you as you throw your head back into the pillow. You feel his tongue prodding at the throbbing bundle of nerves as his fingers wrap around your thighs, squeezing them hard.

“Ugh, call me whatever you like...” you groan, your hips bucking against his face as he keeps sucking with vigour. He chuckles against you, his voice and the feeling of his stubble on your sensitive skin giving you all the friction you need to produce another long moan.

“Sweetheart,” you hear him say as he releases your clit and plants soft kisses on your heated skin. “Darling,” he continues, and you shiver with every term of endearment and every kiss. “Honey.” He keeps going, whispering more names as he presses his mouth to your lower lips, his tongue gently swiping along them. “Love. Sweetie. Baby...” He pulls your soft skin between his teeth and gently sucks on it, coaxing more moans out of you as your fingers grip his hair tighter. “Kitten. Pet,” he finishes as he releases you again and leans up to look at you.

You watch him out of half-lidded eyes, your breaths shallow. As he holds your gaze, you feel one of his hands moving over your centre, his fingertips tracing the outer edges of your labia. Warmth settles in your cheeks as he keeps rubbing his fingers over your sensitive skin, his dark eyes boring into yours, a concentrated look on his handsome face. When he teases a finger between your folds, he looks down and raises his eyebrows.

“So wet for me, my love,” he whispers and moves his finger up and down your slick, the slight squelching sounds filling the room – and you with enough embarrassment that you turn your head away and put a hand to your mouth to hide behind. “You are so beautiful,” you hear him whisper. “Everything about you... Don't be ashamed.”

When he suddenly leans over you and grabs your face with both hands, making you look at him, you gasp softly. His wet finger grazes your ear, and you bite your lip, swallowing hard.

“No need to hide from me, darling,” Sebastian says sternly, watching you closely. “I know every inch of your body, I've seen it so many times and it still amazes me to this day and all the days to come. What your body has given me in all these years... I cannot express how proud I am of you,” he whispers intently, before kissing you softly. “But I will always try.”

You grab the back of his head and kiss him back with fervour, not letting go of him now. He complies and deepens the kiss as his hand moves back down between your legs, continuing its journey through your warmth. When you feel him prod at your entrance, you whimper softly into his mouth. He shushes you and keeps his tongue in a playful wrestle with yours before he pushes one of his fingers into you.

Yours walls clench around him as he starts to explore your tightness, pushing against and scraping over your soft wet flesh until he pushes as deep as he can from this angle. It is when he begins to pump his finger in and out, slowly at first, then much faster and harder, that you moan into his mouth and hold onto him tighter, feeling the tension building up quicker than you've expected.

Suddenly he leaves your mouth and scrambles back down between your legs, repositioning himself right at your quivering cunt. He adds another finger and continues pushing them into you hard and fast, while his free hand holds down your hips that you can't seem to control any more. More moans escape you, and you have to grip the bedsheets as he leans his head down and sucks on your clit again.

His tongue is eagerly lapping at your nub, rigorously pressing and prodding it, licking and rubbing, while his fingers speed up more and more, the wet sounds echoing through the room. But you're too aroused to be embarrassed now as you thrash your head around in nothing but pure ecstasy. You moan his name louder and louder, and when the tension reaches its highest point – he suddenly withdraws his fingers, and you feel his face pressing against your folds as he slips his tongue past your stretched entrance.

“Come on my tongue, darling,” you feel him mumbling into you, and as he moves his wet fingers to feverishly rub at your clit, you comply without hesitation as the coil burst within you, and you cry out and press your back into the mattress, your release pushing out of you with a force that shakes your entire body as you arch your hips off the bed and right into his face. He moves with you, holding your rear with his free arm while he laps at your juices.

More tremors and shivers rush through you, before you slowly come down again, gently placed back with the help of his hand. Breathing heavily, your heart thundering inside your chest, you watch out of hooded eyes how he eventually emerges from between your legs, his entire face covered in your release.

You sit up then, shaking badly, but you feel the need to do this as your hands find his cheeks, and you wipe at them, watching him with your own cheeks bright red. He chuckles and grabs your wrists, leaning towards you to claim your mouth instead. You taste yourself on his tongue as you deepen the kiss hungrily. When he leans back, you sneak a hand out of his grip and push a strand of his messy hair out of his forehead, smiling softly at him.

He smiles back and gives you another peck, before he gently but firmly pushes you back down on the bed, his hand trailing your chest, teasing at your hard nipples, until he rests it once more on your shivering stomach. Pressing down hard on your skin, you see him lick his lips. You swallow at the sight, knowing what is going through his head right now, and soon enough he moves again.

You watch him scramble off the bed, your eyes inadvertently moving towards his hard arousal twitching slightly (the potion seems to have worked already) as he comes to stand at the foot of the bed. His hungry eyes move to yours, and in the next moment, he has grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, your legs falling off the bed. You let out a surprised shriek-laugh. He then grabs a pillow and shoves it under your lower back, raising your hips up.

He's always so gentle in his preparations that you sometimes forget what kind of animal he can turn into once he is done with said preparations. Yet he's usually quick to remind you. As he positions himself between your legs, you watch him grabbing his cock with one hand, the other ghosting your stomach downwards until he teases your throbbing clit. When he pushes his tip against your folds, you brace for his intrusion, watching him with your lips parted, yet he takes his time and lathers his girth with your wetness first, slowly rubbing it up and down through your slick.

You moan softly at the sensation, one of your hands moving up to caress your firm and currently unattended breast. While you watch him stroke his cock with confident strength, you roll your nipple between your thumb and index finger, whimpering quietly. His eyes snap to your face, and the dark look he is giving you almost freezes you on the spot. As he stares at you, he aligns his tip with your entrance, and at the same time as he pushes into you with one swift snap of his hips, his hands move forwards and grab both of your breasts at once, firmly squeezing them as he rolls his hips against you.

A loud moan escapes you, and you quickly retrieve your fingers from his grasp before you claw them into the bedsheets. Your walls may have expected his intrusion, but when it happened, it still took them and yourself by surprise. His force is unrelenting, and he only stops pushing into your tight channel when his balls press against your arse. You gasp, barely able to breathe for a moment, as you try to adjust to his size.

He's holding onto your breasts tightly, using them to guide his pelvis flush against yours, and once he's satisfied with how deep he is inside of you, he starts massaging your soft flesh, his palms rolling over your nipples, coaxing more and more whimpers out of you. “I wonder,” you hear him say gravelly, “I wonder how big they'll get this time...”

You chuckle softly, even more so when you catch the slightest bit of pink on his cheeks. Unclenching your hands, you rest them on his, causing him to look at you. His smile is almost shy and reminds you so much of the boy you fell in love with all those years ago. Even back then, he has been able to do the most vile things to you, but when it came to your breasts, he had always cherished them greatly, probably even more so now that they were so much bigger.

He licks his lips and folds his body over yours, moving within you as he does so, causing you to gasp slightly, before he places a soft kiss on your mouth, holding his face there for a moment, as if asking you something he cannot quite put into words. But you know what he wants to do, and with another chuckle, you put your hands down and move your chest up against the firm grasp of his. “Go ahead,” you whisper.

His eyes light up, and as he lowers his face down, moving his hands to hold your waist, his mouth quickly finds the pert bud of your left breast, eagerly sucking on it. As you moan softly, your hand starting to caress his hair once more, you watch him swirl his tongue around your sensitive skin, his teeth grazing it almost a little roughly. After nurturing three very hungry children, feeling the mouth of your husband there doesn't come as a surprise to you.

His words, however, catch you a little off guard. “I can't wait for you to lactate again...” he mumbles against you, and you hide your blush with a soft laugh.

“You might need to put a baby in me first, you know?” you tease him after he keeps caressing your tender tits, sucking on one and massaging the other with his fingers. You even buck your hips against him, reminding him how he's still buried deep within your warmth.

Without leaning back, he looks up at you, the creases in the corners of his eyes deepening as he smirks against your chest. “Who's impatient now?” he teases right back and gives your hard nipple a firm suck and a quick nibble.

You inhale sharply, glowering at him. He laughs as he leans back eventually, his fingers drawing soft lines on your stomach as he does. Once he's towering over you once more, with his hands now firmly on your waist, he tilts his head. Without another word, you feel him pulling out slowly, your walls clenching around him, trying to suck him back in. He almost slips out all the way, but then he thrusts forward harshly, hitting your cervix with a force that makes your breath hitch in your throat.

He repeats the exact same motion several times, each time pushing as deep as possible with as much strength as he trusts himself to exert against you. You quickly turn into a moaning, whimpering mess, your legs twitching badly with every slam of his pelvis against you. In the middle of your haze, you admire his control and wonder when he'll lose it as well. But he stays very deliberate in his movements, guiding his length in and out of you with slow but hard stabs that leave you shuddering and aching for more.

His grip on your waist betrays him though, you can see the veins and muscles popping beneath the skin of his arms as he tries to keep that steady rhythm for as long as possible, even though you know he wants nothing more than to ram into you in rapid, forceful little snaps of his hips as he fucks you open to finally receive his seed.

You watch him out of half-lidded eyes, your lips parted and swollen, your noises bleeding into the slapping of skin against skin that fill the small room. You manage to move your shaking hands down, gently brushing against the vice-like grip he has on your waist. He looks at you then, his eyes darker than ever, his own lips trembling before he presses them together into a straight line. In-between softly moaning, you smile at him – and that is all it takes for him to change his rhythm.

He moves his hands to rest on either side of your hips, clenched to tight fists, as he then starts to plunge into you faster, no longer as deep, but still pushing with as much fervour and vigour as he can muster. His groans fill your ears, and you close your eyes as the sensations build up more and more inside your stomach. Every thrust rocks you up the bed, but before he pushes you further, you raise your twitching legs and wrap them tightly around his waist, the change in angle coaxing even louder moans out of your throat.

Grabbing your thighs, he holds you in place and keeps slamming his pelvis against yours, eventually finding a rhythm that is both fast and deep, and every single inward motion hits that sweet spot right at your cervix. You squirm and writhe, whimpering more and more as you arch your back into the mattress, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure he is giving you. You throw your arms back and grab at the edge of the bed, holding onto it as if your life depended on it. The way your muscles contract it certainly feels like it.

“Come for me, baby,” you hear him grunt quietly, and when your eyes move to his face, you see that he's holding back his own release with how his jaw is clenched.

You start moving your hips with him, and it doesn't take long for you to fulfil his wish. The pleasure explodes inside you, sending you thrashing around on the bed, a long cry escaping you, before your entire body freezes and the coiled up tension dissipates in nothing but pure bliss that gnaws at the edge of your vision. He holds you tightly during your orgasm, keeping his rapid rhythm, forcing you higher and higher, until his hips snap against you for one final deep thrust, and it feels as if he's even deeper now, his tight, quivering balls buried in your folds as he comes right after you with a loud groan.

Your walls flutter around his cock as you feel him twitching within you. His warm seed pumps out of him with every twitch, painting your walls, squeezing into any orifice it can find, and as it does, he moves one of his hands to your stomach and pushes down hard again, feeling the sensation of his release through the deep tissue of your skin. You whimper slightly, and he eases his grip and looks at you, panting just as much as you do, but he still gives you a smile that almost pushes you over the edge again.

You reach your arms out to him, beckoning him closer, and he complies, leaning over you to press his lips to yours as you embrace him tightly. You can still feel him twitching inside you, still filling you up, as his tongue invades your mouth hungrily. Kissing him back, you moan softly against him, your crossed feet caressing his lower back as you do so. The warmth within you is indescribable, be it the actual seed seeping into you or the thought of what it will do to you eventually, it fills you up to the brim with happiness and then some.

You feel the same emotion coursing through him as he holds you firmly, his hands slipping beneath your body as he presses you to his chest and lifts you slowly into a sitting position. Once he releases your mouth again, you rest your forehead against his shoulder, breathing heavily.

Yet as you think he is done with you, happy with filling you up, you must have forgotten who it is that's holding you in his grasp. You should have known better than to think that Sebastian Sallow will leave it at this. He knows what he wants, and you know he won't stop until he gets it. It being the absolute certainty that his seed has found a home in your womb. And as you look at him, your limbs twitching in exhaustion, you know he isn't done with you yet.

That wicked smirk is back on his lips, and as you notice it, he presses his mouth against yours for a quick kiss before he slowly lets go of you, his hands prying your thighs open until your legs fall boneless to his sides. Pressing his hand on your lower stomach, he slowly moves back and pulls out of you. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you bite your lip as you watch him, the sensation causing more tremors to rush through your body.

As soon as his cock leaves your warm embrace, covered in your combined juices, he puts his palm over your entrance, trapping the seed that's bound to spill from you. “Hmm,” he makes in thought and looks from his hand to you and back down.

Raising an eyebrow, you witness the gears turning in his head, amusement settling in your chest. When he then grabs your hand and switches his hand with yours, pressing it gently against your wetness, you frown deeply. “Do you expect me to sit here with my hand down there, waiting for something to grow?” you tease, your voice slightly hoarse.

He chuckles a little nervously. “No, of course not,” he says and looks around the room. “Hold it for me for just a moment, okay?”

You watch him walk around the room until he stops in front of your dresser, shamelessly rummaging through your underwear drawer. He retrieves a pair, but then his eyes fall onto the box you store on top of the furniture piece. He drops the garment and grabs something else instead, and as he returns to you, your mouth falls open. “Sebastian... what –”

But you can't stop him as he takes your hand away and shoves one of the many wand handles you collected over the years right into your quivering cunt, plugging it shut. It feels cold and hard as it pushes against your walls. You gasp and shudder deeply, staring from the intricate black object poking out of your entrance up into his flushed face.

“You can't be serious,” you just say and shake your head. “Is that one of the marble handles?”

“It is, fits perfectly, doesn't it? I'll clean it after, don't worry,” he adds cheekily and leans down to kiss you. “Now turn around for me,” he then commands, waiting for you to obey.

You do, obviously, and stand up on shaking legs. You feel his hands guiding you as you turn around, clenching your thighs together to keep the handle inside. Once you climb back onto the bed on your hands and knees, you feel his fingers pushing the object back in as it threatened to slip out. Shivering, you lean down on your chest and elbows, arching your body to only keep your rear in the air. As you settle in the new position, he steps behind you, grabbing your hips to move you a little closer to the edge again.

You turn your head and rest on your cheek, taking a shuddering breath as you watch him out of the corner of your eye. He has his cock in one hand and gives himself a few tight strokes, breathing heavily. Apparently the potion still works, and he has a lot more to give you. His other hand plays around with the wand handle lodged inside you as he pulls it and turns it, teasing you with every slight movement.

“We should use toys more often, don't you think?” you hear him say, and you let out a tired chuckle that's almost a groan.

“Well, next time you bring gifts to the kids, think of me as well, alright?” you whisper into the pillow.

He laughs and pokes at the object again, pushing it deeper. You whimper quietly, your legs shaking at the sensation. “You can't tell me you never thought of sticking these things into your pussy,” he says quietly through laboured breaths.

“Who says I haven't?” you reply with a smirk. That renders him completely speechless. “You're usually gone all week...” you purr and lick your lips. “And a girl has needs...”

He exhales loudly, and suddenly he grabs the wand handle and basically rips it out of you. You shriek and squirm, and with a heavy thud it lands on the floor next to the bed. Before you can complain, you feel his tip pressing against your entrance. “You would choose one of those,” he says through gritted teeth, “over my cock?” He doesn't wait for your answer (and frankly it's not necessary), he simply rolls his hips forwards and rams his entire length into you.

Coated with his seed and prepared from the handle, your walls welcome him back with ease. You moan as he pushes in deep once more, wrapping his arms around your stomach and pulling you flush against him as he folds his body over yours. You can feel him pressing against your cervix and almost further as he stands balls deep over you, holding your shuddering body that would certainly fall into itself at the sensation if it wasn't for his strong arms.

“Doesn't this feel so much better?” he whispers as he leans down more, his lips brushing over your ear.

“Yes...” you whimper. “Of course... it does...” Breathing seems hard in this position with his body weighing on you and his cock prodding your womb.

He kisses your earlobe and starts grinding his hips against you in small circles, each movement coaxing more noises out of you. This time his noises join yours, and the heavy breaths he issues right against your ear make you close your eyes and moan softly as you dig your fingers into the bedsheets.

“Have you thought about names yet?” he then coos, and you can only groan as a shiver runs down your spine.

“No, Sebastian...” you mutter into the pillow. “Kind of... busy here...”

His laugh and the low timbre of his voice almost send you right over the edge. “I was thinking... Beatrice... if it's a girl... or Bartholomew if it's a boy...”

You squirm beneath him, exhaling loudly through your nose. “Bartholomew?”

“Yes...” he grunts as he starts giving you tiny thrusts that send tiny jolts of pain through your body. “Seems... fitting... you know with... Benjamin... and Archie... and Anne...”

“Sebastian!” you squeal and buck your rear against him. “Can we not talk about our children while you are balls deep in my vagina?”

“Oh sweetheart,” he chuckles into your ear. “That's where those children came from, why shouldn't we?”

You groan and bury your flushed face in the pillow. “I like Beatrice,” you then mumble, earning you another low chuckle that makes you shudder deeply. You feel him kissing your cheek.

“Would be nice to have another baby girl,” he whispers and inhales deeply as he halts the movements of his hips for a moment.

You relax slightly, but it only lasts for so long before he leans back suddenly, grabs your waist and starts ramming his cock deep and fast into your quivering cunt. The moans that fall from your lips are loud and quick and make your head spin. You grip the bedsheets tightly, your knuckles turning white, as you brace your body against his rapid thrusts.

Once again you'd be impressed by his stamina if your head wouldn't be so empty. As he grunts and groans, his movements far from deliberate now and more on the rougher side, you can only lie there, your face pressed into the pillow and your knees shaking so badly you wonder how you can still keep them up like this. Perhaps it's his grip on your waist that holds you up, or it's sheer willpower as you try to do your part of this deal in providing him the best angle for him to push his length into you.

You can feel him going deeper and deeper, and the slight shudder in his movements tells you that he's trying to press himself into regions he shouldn't possible enter, yet he tries nevertheless – and the pressure of his attempts is what kicks you right over the edge. The tension in your stomach coils up once again, and when your body starts spasming violently, you know you can't hold it any longer.

As your knees give way under the intense tremors, you feel your walls tightening around him painfully, all of your muscles contract, and this time, it's a long and loud wail that leaves your lips as you fold under the pleasure of your third orgasm of the day. The tight grip of his hands on your bruised waist holds you in that position, and you feel him leaning closer, one of his knees propped up beneath you in support as he keeps slamming his pelvis into yours forcefully.

All you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears, the almost obscene slapping of skin against skin and his deep, animalistic grunts as he exerts himself to crash over the edge as well. When he finally does, he groans loudly, his final thrust into you so powerful it pushes you right into the bed before his body falls on top of yours, his cock ramming deeper as he shoots his load right into your womb.

You cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, buried beneath his weight and overwhelmed by the sensation of his cum shooting into you in thick warm spurts as his cock twitches inside you, filling you up more and more as he lies heavily on you, his shallow breaths right in your ear. You can barely breathe yourself, but somehow it doesn't matter.

You're one step closer to bearing his fourth child.

It takes him a moment to collect himself again, and when he does, it's due to an interruption you both haven't anticipated. There's a faint knock on the door that makes you shudder deeply. He shifts on top of you slightly, inhaling sharply as he stretches his hand out to summon his wand from the pile of clothes next to the bed. You hear him muttering something and you know he's lifting the silencing charm on the door to answer whoever is on the other side.

“What is it?” he calls, trying to sound as composed as possible – despite the rather indecent situation you both find yourselves in.

“Daddy? Archie hit his head!” you can hear the faint voice of your daughter through the door.

You immediately start to stir beneath him as your motherly instincts kick in. But he holds you down with a firm hand to your shoulder as he leans back up slightly.

“Is he bleeding?” he asks through the door.

“No,” comes the hesitant answer.

He exhales loudly. “Is he conscious?”

“Is he what?”

“Can he talk? Cry? Are his eyes open?” he explains, in spite of everything calm and patient.

“He's crying,” Anne answers quietly.

“Then he's fine,” Sebastian mutters under his breath, and you are tempted to hit him if any of your limbs would work. He notices your reaction nonetheless and quickly kisses the back of your head. “I'll be there in five minutes!” he then calls to his daughter. “Go and get Mr Adley!”

“Okay, Daddy,” your little girl squeaks, and you can hear quick footsteps hurrying away.

After he puts the silencing charm back up, he drops his wand next to your head and leans down once more, pushing you deeper into the bed again, his lips brushing over your ear. You can still feel him twitching inside you, he's still not done filling you up. While you feel a little ashamed to have been interrupted by your daughter (though she luckily didn't catch you in the act, you really don't want your kids to ever see you like this), his body just kept going, and you admire his willpower once again.

You admire him, period.

For a moment you just lie there, your bodies moulded together, before you stir slightly. “Sebastian,” you whisper quietly, your voice muffled by the pillow beneath you.

“Hmm?” he hums softly against you.

“You realize that Edgar will come here, right?” you say with a soft chuckle.

“Oh blast!” he then hisses, and suddenly he leans back, unfolding his body from yours, leaving your skin tingling and cold without his warm embrace.

You feel him scrambling back, and when he pulls out, you moan softly as your walls clench tightly, threatening to pump his seed out as well. Yet he is one step ahead of you, and without any warning, you feel the cold, hard wand handle plugging your hole again. Squirming against it, you feel him grabbing your hips and turning you around before he pushes your thighs firmly together. “Hold that for me, will you?” he urges and then proceeds to dress in what must be a new record for him.

As you look at him, you can't help but smile. Inhaling deeply, you lean on your elbows and watch him. There he is, back in his shirt and his trousers, his soaked, throbbing cock hidden away behind the stiff fabric, not even hinting at the erection that he forced into hiding. He must be very uncomfortable right now, yet he doesn't show it one bit. When he notices your smile, he walks around the bed and leans down to kiss your sweaty forehead.

“I'll be right back, alright?” he whispers, watching you closely. “I promised you a long night, remember?”

“Oh I remember,” you whisper back and grab his arm gently. “Take care of our children, okay?”

“Of course, love,” he says and kisses you once more. “I bet Edgar would love a sleepover party, don't you think?”

You laugh softly. He winks at you, grabs his wand from beside your head and unlocks the door, before he leaves you alone in your bedroom, filled with his seed and the promise to give you even more. Lying back with a sigh, you close your eyes and shift against the wand handle between your legs.

Ending notes:

I almost feel the need to continue this and build a whole ass story around it. I mean, imagine a 30-something Professor Sallow, teaching Magical Theory, stepping into Fig's footsteps, teaching and inspiring young minds. And then when he's home, he has his cute little children (who'll attend Hogwarts soon-ish) and his loving wife and oh the potential this has! (But we'll see. Maybe I'll just drop a little more snippets of life with Dad!Seb in the future, who knows.) (Psst! Part two just dropped! Look!)

(By the way: The names of his kids are kindly borrowed from @subastian-swallows who made a Dad!Seb-bot whose prompt alone inspired me to write this!)

Oh and that wand handle... is this one, just for reference, if you need it.

Also, maybe a little disclaimer: I am not a mother and never intend to be one, but this mf of a pixel boy makes me indulge in things I never considered before, so I hope my attempt at portraying a family was somewhat realistic.

Thank you for reading!

Btw:

THERE'S A SECOND PART NOW!!!

[ masterlist ]

Other Kinktober submissions:

Pleasant dreams... and tentacles (somnophilia, tentacles)

A scholar and a pervert (overstimulation, sex toys)

The horny ghost (voyeurism, masturbation, spectrophilia)

It belongs to me (deepthroating, semi-public)

A Filthy Fantasy (1/2) (cnc, bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial)

A Filthy Fantasy (2/2) (threesome, oral/vaginal/anal)

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #kinktober #sebastian sallow x reader #smut #reader insert #sebastian sallow x you

[loveshotzz]

okay I think their first time after the reunion won't be sweet and lovey dovey but instead chaotic and rough, they will fight for dominance because they are sooo mad at each other *cough* new partners *cough* jenny *cough*👹

A little teaser for you of their reunion in part 4 baby 😘

You couldn’t believe he brought a fucking date. Sure, you had your boyfriend here for a lack of a better term for him but that was only because you needed to at least try to move on. She was gorgeous, his age, sophisticated. When she talked she made you feel like a child and you hated her for it.

You ignored the way his eyes lingered on your body when you came into the kitchen earlier, and ignored him again when he glared at your boyfriend from across the table when he talked about how you met. Who does he think he is?

Disappearing into the bathroom, you turn the sink on in hopes the water could drown out your rage. Looking at yourself in the mirror you tugged down the hem of your dress, it was short and you’d never admit you wore it for him. Rolling your eyes at yourself, the knock on the door interrupts your thoughts.

“Occupied! Just a minute!” The annoyance in your voice was evident but whoever it was just knocked again.

Huffing you grab the cool metal of the door handle and yank it open hard enough for you to feel the hinges shudder. You aren’t expecting the hazel eyes you’ve tried so desperately to forget on the other side.

“Steve.. what do you wa-“ Your cut off by his lips, hungry and aggressive but it only takes you a split second before your lips are just as eager pulling him inside.

The door shuts when his back smashes against it, his hand reaching down to press the lock with a low click while you tug his bottom lip between your teeth. Just hard enough to draw blood you pull back long enough for your palm to connect with the side of his face with a hard smack.

Echoing through the bathroom, his eyes stare you down the mossy green turning midnight as he takes a deep breath through his nose. Your glare is unfaltering but your anger only shows him that you still care a deep growl ripping through his chest when he crowds you against the sink.

“Better get back down stairs, don’t need your girlfriend wondering where you are.” your hands grip the sink behind you hard enough for your knuckles to stretch your skin as you look up at him with defiance and a point of your chin.

“My girlfriend? What about that poor excuse for a boy you’re trying to pass off as a man?” His words are laced with venom while his fingers start tracing up your thighs, the pads of them catching the bottom of your dress.

He lifts it up enough to catch the deep red of your lace thong underneath and you let him. You wanted him to see. It was the set from the polaroids you gave him. His jaw tenses at the thought of anyone else getting to see this on you besides him.

“Turn around. Now.” He grabs your chin in a hold that’s just hard enough not to bruise. His stare is set in a hard glare while he silently begs you to argue with him. “I know you didn’t wear those for the kid downstairs sweetheart.”

#colors series #older!steve thots #steve harrington smut

[slasher-male-wife]

Slashers with an S/O who has a big dog

I am an avid lover of big dogs. I am allergic to some unfortunatly but I do have two big guys of my own. I really want a big dog when I live on my own too. Like a newfoundland if I have the space or at least one I’m not allergic to. Anyway I’ve been playing with this idea for awhile and I think it’s time I write it. I will make another version of this where their s/o has a cat. I hope you enjoy. For convince Saint Bernard, also maybe because my dogs are a Saint Bernard mix.

Includes: The Sawyer brothers, poly Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, and the Sinclair brothers because I can’t get over how much I love them 

Warnings: It’s implied the dog eats human meat in the Sawyer brothers section 

The Sawyer brothers 

You’d first find a big dog eating scraps of meat out by the gas station. It doesn’t have a collar so you assume it must be a stray. It was really friendly and you practically begged Drayton to let you keep it. He refused until you wore him down. 

“You’ll be the one paying for everything if you keep that damn mutt.” 

After going into town and getting everything you needed you brought it home to the other brothers and Bubba was pretty scared at first. He’s never really been around dogs let alone ones as big as that one. Chop Top and Nubbins will love it so much as soon as it gets in the house. 

Because the Sawyer house is full of men and because you wanted to, you decided the dog is a girl. Chop Top and Nubbins weren’t too happy about that but you were the one with the over 100 pound dog. You named her Macy after the Sawyers grandma. 

Because you didn’t have access to dog food you fed it whatever meat you could get. Unfortunatly they never labeled their meat so she might have eaten some human food if you know what I mean. 

As time went on Bubba would really grow to love her. Cuddling with her when you weren’t avalible to cuddle with him. 

You’d teach her trick and the twins would try to teach her some too but it wouldn’t really work out. 

Poly Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

I feel like Stu is more of a dog person in my opinion, don’t dox me over that. 

Stu would love them with open arms but Billy would take some time to warm up to them. 

Stu would tease Billy about being scared of them and Billy would just roll his eyes and hit the back of his head. 

Get ready for a lot of references to Cujio. They mean it with love because they know your dog is a sweetheart but it won’t stop their horror obsessed minds. 

They’ll ask to take them out for a walk or a car ride but when you ask why the answers are vauge because they’re just gonna try to scare Randy with them. 

Stu will love to cuddle with you and your dog but Billy will complain about how much space it takes up in bed. 

But after awhile he’ll start to crack and be more lovey with your dog. 

They love going on walks with the two of you and honestly might try to see if they can run faster than it. 

Over all they love your dog and kinda see it as their child in a way. 

The Sinclair Brothers

You’d find your new dog when you’re out with Lester. Bo will insist you just leave it be when you bring it to town but Lester knows how Bo feels about Jonesy now so he doesn’t worry. 

Jonesy is so excited to have another friend and Vincent doesn’t really mind much. 

You and Lester will be the ones taking care of it for the most part at first. You’ll decide Jonesy needs a girlfriend and name it something appropriate. You were gonna suggest Trudy but quickly ruled that out because well, she never treated her kids the best. You settle on Jane and she quickly becomes part of the family. 

Vincent begins spending time with her just for a new subject to draw but it quickly transforms into a beautiful bond. 

Bo’s gonna act like Jane bothers him and just ignore her but that act fades away when you find him asleep on the couch with Jane in his lap. 

She’ll pick up on tricks quickly and will enjoy going in the car with Lester and you when she can. 

I feel like they don’t really give Jonesy dog food, they just feed her whatever meat they have on hand so that’s probably whats gonna happen with Jane. 

The four of you will watch Jonesy and Jane play for hours together. You won’t have to worry about them not getting enough exercise then. 

#bubba sawyer #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x you #stu macher #stu x reader #stu my beloved #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #scream #house of wax #sinclair brothers

[lorelexi]

My Love.

Notes: soft toji. first kisses. Implied female reader(refered to as girl).

Warnings: brief mention of blood/ injuries (non-descriptive)

☆☆☆

Your kitchen smelled of alcohol. Not the fun kind.

Toji sat in front of you, the chair he was sitting on, looking comically small in comparison. Letting out a small sigh, you recapped a bottle of alcohol and threw scraps of bloodied gauze into the trashbin next to you.

"You can't keep keep doing this, Toji. Showing up here in the middle of the night fucked up and bleeding all over my floor." You paused to gently place your hands over some of the bandages you had just placed over his chest.

Toji looked up at you and a smug look  spread over his face.

"What's wrong baby? Worried about me?"

You rolled your eyes in response. "Yeah. Because you're gonna die from blood loss one day... and then they're gonna find your body on my floor and think I did it."

You heard Toji snort under his breathe before you got up to put your -unfortunately- frequently used first aid supplies back into their box.

Toji's eyes followed your frame as you skirted around your kitchen, waiting for you to speak up again.

"Of course I'm worried,Toji. I just-" letting out a sigh, you fiddled with some of the bandage wrappers you were holding in your hands "I know you're strong. I know you are. But when you're out there chasing danger, what happens when one day something goes wrong, and I'm not there to put you back together? Then what?" You trail your eyes up, from where you were previously staring at the white tiles of your kitchen floor, to meet his.

Seeing your distress, Toji stands, and walks over to you, standing a few feet away and moving to lean sexily against the countertop. The fact that he's wearing a shirt again, does not go unnoticed.

"'Theeeen-" he stretches the vowel out as if he's actually considering the idea. "I'll go find some other annoying girl to fix me up." He offers, trying to lighten the mood "She won't be as pretty as you though." He tilted his head as if to get a better look at your face, tossing a lazy smile your way.

You scoffed and shoved his arm. "You're a pain in the ass, Fushiguro"

A smile played on his lips as he opened his mouth to speak again, moving in closer to you, beckoning you into his hold without even having to say a word. "I'm joking." He places his hands on your hips. "About the annoying part. Not about the pretty part. She definitely won't be as pretty as you."

Eyes narrowed and lips pursed, you attempted to keep up your front. Because you know how Toji is. And you know that he'll use any slip of embarrassment on your part to tease you. But you couldn't ignore the increase of your heart rate. And the heat that radiated off of him, being so close to you. "That's very funny Toji."

He laughs. A hearty, sincere one. And his head tosses back slightly in the process.

He's pretty, you think. Very pretty. You also think you'd give anything to keep seeing him this way.

"No, no, I'm serious." His green eyes met yours and he smiled right at you. "No one could be prettier than you, doll."

Despite your attempts to hold up your facade, heat spread across your cheeks at his words. At that nickname.

Toji, of course, took this as a signal to draw you even closer to him, apparently.

You now stood just a few inches away from him, effectively sandwiching him between your own body and the kitchen counter.Chests pressed up against eachother. His large hands holding your hips.

"You're getting pretty close there, Fushiguro." You spoke up, your mouth running dry.

"Is that okay?" His voice was low. He was close enough for you to feel his breath fan against your cheek and you thought you might melt into the floor at any moment, becoming an ooey, gooey, lovey-dovey, mess.

Your hands gripped the edge of the countertop behind him, trying to avoid putting your hands anywhere on his, frustratingly sculpted body.

"I- uh-yeah." You mentally berated yourself for letting your voice falter. "I guess so."

"Good. That's good" Toji's words were uncharacteristically soft, as he leaned his head forward to rest comfortably in the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your skin.

"I'm sorry." The words were careful. Contemplative. Reaching for what he would say next. "I'm sorry for worrying you with all this."

You wonder if he's only refering to the bandages littered on his person.

"I'm not going anywhere if that's what you're worried about."

The words almost shocked you. Almost. But you know Toji better, and you know that behind his beat up, battered appearance, is a worn out soul. One that's still cracked and brittle from his youth.

"I'm not gonna leave you."

Toji knew he was saying this more for his sake than yours, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind and took a long, slow breath.

"Toji?" Your voice rang through his ears before he felt nimble fingers course through his hair.

Still leaning on your shoulder, he tilts his head toward you, letting you know that he was listening with a small "hmm?".

It's silent for a few minutes, Toji's hands moving up from your hips to rub soft circles into your waist.

Toji fought off the urge to ask you what you were thinking about-practically hearing the gears turning in your head- and gave you your time to say what you wanted to say.

"I think I love you."

Despite the fact that you said that you "think" it didn't come out as a pondering thought. It came out as a definitive statement, lingering with an air of finality. You knew it. Toji knew it.

The two of you stood there for a moment. In eachothers arms, unmoving, until Toji moved to wrap his arms all the way around you before moving up to press his nose into the side of your cheek.

At this, you moved your hands from his hair to grip the fabric of his shirt behind his neck

It was quiet again, and you mentally screamed at Toji to say something. Anything.

"I love you too."

The words tickled against your cheek. Your own breath catching in your throat.

In a haze, you barely noticed Toji pull his face away from you, reaching to swipe some hair away from your face, and resting his palm against your cheek with a smile.

Just as you were getting used to the proximity-and the fond, handsome smile he was sporting toward you-his actions sent you back into shock, but the feeling of his lips pressed against yours was enough to bring you back down to earth.

#lexi has a fat crush on toji fushiguro #lexi writes #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x reader fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #toji fanfic #jjk x reader

[hannya-writes]

Levi Ackerman & PDA

If you know what PDA is… then forget about it, cause this captain is not going to make a show for the survey corps to see how he shows his love for you.

You'll discover it from day one, when Levi let go of your hand in the hallway of the barracks.

If you are very sensitive and you get angry or sad he'll be explaining himself once he gets some free time.

If not, then you probably are as private about your emm… private life as he is.

Just in case, if you are wondering why: he considers that PDA is inappropriate, especially since you two are captains of the Survey Corps. Besides that, he doesn't like the idea of someone targeting you to get revenge on him.

So yeah, your relationship is pretty much a secret. Except for Erwin, he know and he's happy for Levi. He’s relieved that Levi has someone who understands him and love him.

He will definitely let you hug him when it’s only Erwin, Him and you, but no Kisses.

But, once the doors of his office close behind you he will accept any form of love you give him.

Hold his hand? go a head, as long as you let him write with his other hand. Kiss him? sure! Want to sit in his lap? Yes, darling!

You know this man is a workaholic, so there's a high probability of him staying up at night. That's why he moves the couch of his office for you to lay down by his side.

You don't push him to be all lovey dovey. So you only offer your hand to him while he works, Levi does take it and works just with one hand, only letting go when it's really needed.

He draws patterns of his team formations in the back of your hand while he's working, 

If he’s reading reports, he will totally sit on the couch and invite you to lay your head in his lap.

He absentmindedly will comb your hair and get distracted with stories about your cadets and about them trying to guess who your lover/husband is.

Levi wholeheartedly laughed when you told him, they thought Hange was your lover.

Speaking of Hange… they don’t have anything confirmed but they have their suspicions about your relationship with Levi.

They would definitely try to make you confess by annoying you and levi, don’t let them break you, or they will start asking for little mini Levis or Y/ns and if they can do research on their “Ackerman” blood.

If Hange gets to know, they will be asking four thousand questions per hour. Just don’t let her know!!

So, no PDA unless you want Hange, and all the survey corps getting nosy.

There's only a group of exceptions: His team. because he knows them and like to fuck with their minds, because no one would ever believe them.

One day, Levi smiled at you, ignoring the fact that Eren, Mikasa and Armin walking behind you.

They saw his smile bt thought it was a trick of the light, why would Captain Levi smile, He never smiled!

He will hold your hand for only a moment, so when they look again they would see your hands free and wonder if they are going crazy.

Armin being the observant boy he is, notices how his Captain would look at you from time to time and how he's a little bit more attentive with you, so he thinks Levi actually has feelings for you.

Mikasa on the other hand looks at you trying to learn from you for her own personal love life. She had learned that you always smile and annoy Levi a bit, but your eyes are full of love when you do.

Eren just like the rest doesn't believe his friends. Hell no! It's not possible that a beautiful, smart and strong woman would be in love with someone like Captain Levi. He's too... Levi.

10/10 times Jean would try to flirt with you and fail miserably thanks to your come backs.

Jean think you are too beautiful to be with Levi, but he would "accept" you are taken if you were in a relationship with Commander Erwin.

When you tell Levi, he ask you if you want to make it public.

If you tell him yes, the next day he will make a big show of kissing you in the hallway to the barracks.

#That last part was a little out of character #levi x reader #snk levi #levi x y/n #levi aot #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader smut #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #aot #aot x you #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin headcanons #Attack on titan headcanons #headcanons #x reader

[donutsupremacy]

Your clue is in my heart

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[11] Windblume disaster

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"Say aah~" You cooed, holding a spoon with pudding close to your boyfriend's mouth. The blue haired male chuckled at your adorable smile, opening his mouth as you inserted the spoon inside.

He closed his mouth, the corner of his lips tugging upwards at the sweet delicacy that kissed his tongue. You slipped the spoon out and scooped out another small chunk of the pudding, placing it in your mouth.

"That's disgusting." The blonde girl sitting next to you insulted. "Do you two just share saliva all the time?"

"How do you think kisses are supposed to work, bitch." You sassed back, lightly flicking her forehead.

Hearing your statement, Childe— who was sitting next to the blonde girl while holding her hand, immediately grinned at her. His blue eyes half lidded in a joking, yet, seductive manner.

Lumine sputtered out her distaste towards him, slipping her hand out of his grasp while feigning disgust. But judging by the blush evident on her face, you knew she would adore the idea of a kiss from the ginger.

As your friend's laughter hung in the air, you looked around, scanning the booths to see which would be interesting and fun.

In the large indoor gymnasium of your campus held the Windblume Festival, a festival to celebrate a romantic day where many students hold activities for others to play and win prizes while they either confess their feelings to one another, or simply hang out as friends and significant others.

There were tons of booths holding all sorts of games and activities, all with students having fun with their partners. Only a few hours had gone by and it felt like an eternity had passed since all of you had arrived, already done with more than half of the games.

Taking a break, your group had decided to settle next to Xiangling's booth, enjoying desserts and appetizers while chatting the day away.

Thoma, who was on the opposite side of where you sat, was texting on his phone while occasionally dropping in on the conversation. Next to him were Ayaka and Aether, who were occupied with sharing a milkshake together.

Despite Aether's death glare towards the ginger, who showered pick-up lines on to the sister, all Ayaka had to do was plant a quick and soft kiss on his cheek to immediately grab his attention. As soon as he turned to gawk at her with a blush, she turns away, using her hand to shyly cover the bottom of her face while Thoma chuckles next to her.

Beside them was Hu Tao and Yoimiya with Albedo sitting in between them, their eyes focused intently on his book that he was sketching with. Annoyance was evident on his face at Yoimiya's questions of human anatomy, on the other hand, Hu Tao was quick to suggest drawing anything related to death.

Other than that, Beidou was cheering from afar to any 'lovey-dovey looking' students to kiss rather loudly, as her more sophisticated girlfriend continuously fed her bites of cupcakes. All the while offering apologetic looks to said students and waving her hand as a sign for them to ignore her.

Honestly, you're guaranteed to garner nearby student's attentions with your friend group's personalities. But you know damn well you love them all regardless, even if you're not as close to some of them.

"OI! NO! MY PUDDING! TAKE YOUR GRIMY ASS HANDS AWAY FROM MY SHIT!"

"I'm using a spoon, [Name]—"

"Contaminated with your touch!"

Almost all of them.

Flicking your finger at his wrist, the male chuckled while withdrawing his hand away from your dessert. Sticking your tongue out at him, you scoop the dessert away and scoop out a small chunk, before flashing the cutest smile towards your boyfriend. "Another bite, my husbando?"

"Of course, baby." He cooed, gladly eating the chunk. Beside your lover was Kazuha and Heizou, the light blonde was enjoying a golden edible leaf while watching his friend attempt to steal chunks out of your pudding.

You clicked your tongue, gently slapping his wrist. "Go buy one yourself!" You hissed.

"The line is long as hell, i'm not gonna waste like... 3 hours standing there for a single cup of pudding." Heizou whined, leaning back onto the chair. But the smirk on his face was evident that he only pestered you just to fish a reaction out of you.

"Take a leaf. It's healthy for you." Kazuha offered, shoving one of the edible golden leaf into Heizou's face without a warning.

The latter spat out the leaf as quickly as he could, pieces of gold with a bit of his saliva now pooling on the table. You laughed, earning a glare from Heizou that soon wavered, unable to resist chuckling at your contagious laughter. It was rare seeing you genuinely laugh and smile around him. He has to admit, you're adorable when you're happy.

"You need to eat your vegetables, not rely on fried food all the damn time. Eat more." The light blonde male chastised, shoving more golden leaves into his friend's mouth without guilt. Instead, he only laughed along side you at his friend's suffering.

"IT'S NOT EVEN A VEGETABLE!" Heizou managed to exclaim before another one gets shoved into his mouth, spitting it out again before using his arm to intercept Kazuha's incoming hand. "Son of a bitch, stop that or i'll kick you!"

Kaeya, who was leaning back so you had a clear ciew of Heizou and Kazuha, rolled his eyes and furrowed his brows. He noticed how your smile would grow wider around Heizou more than around your own boyfriend, and he was not fond of it. In the midst of you sending playful jabs at the olive eyed boy, Kaeya and Heizou locked eyes.

One sent a glare as a warning, the other returned with a glare of his own, as a sign of accepting the challenge.

"Hey, doofuses! Mona invited us to check her booth out. Apparently, she's gonna see our future, for free!" Lumine suddenly chimed in, grabbing your arm and tugging you away while pointing at Mona's location enthusiastically.

Intesrested in the offer, you looked at Kaeya with the best puppy eyes you could muster. But that endeavour was pointless, he would never say no to you anyways.

After finishing your lunch, you and your group arrived at the young girl's stall and were greeted by Mona, who was shuffling a deck of cards. "Afternoon, everyone. I'm glad you accepted the invite. Well then, let's not waste time, whose future shall I peer into first?"

"We called dibs!" Aether, who had an arm around Ayaka, announced smugly, causing the rest of your friends to start another playful banter with him. The girl flushed, shoulders tensing at how close she was to him.

After about what felt like an eternity of arguing, Mona, who was close to kicking everyone out for shouting so much, finally decided that Ayaka and Aether should go first.

With a huff, the young self-proclaimed astrologer slid the deck of cards towards them. "The two of you can ask a question each. Any question. Then pick a card, and I shall peer into your fate."

"Can a ghost still get sued if they break something?"

"Is it possible to cry underwater?"

"If a fly loses it's wings, is it a walk?"

"What colour is the moon?"

"Will you idiots shut the fuck up?" Aether hissed at his giggling friends before turning to Ayaka with a gentle smile. "How about you ask a question? I can ask mine after yours."

"Oh, thank you, Aether." Ayaka said, face flushed as she took a moment to think of one. "Hmm... Just a simple question, w-will Aether and I—"

*Zzzap*

The lights flicker, before plunging the whole gym into darkness. For a brief moment of dead silence, not a single peep was heard while the atmosphere was tense, all you could hear was your own heartbeat rapidly thumping in your ears.

Then, a loud crash nearby pierced through the air, and followed by a feminine voice screaming in agony. This caused a chain reaction of students screaming and running around, assuming the worst had happened; a murder had happened.

Your mind was like a blur, feeling several people pushing you. One eventually shoved you down the ground, you landed om your chest with a 'thud!'.

As you tried to get up, you heard an unfamiliar ringing throughout the school. Soon, you heard the fire sprinklers above go off, spraying everyone with water. You're pretty sure it only amplified the chaos as you heard several more crashes nearby.

Quickly picking yourself up before you could get trampled on, you immediately grabbed the closest person you could find. You found someone's hand in the midst of chaos, realizing it was probably Kaeya from the touch. "K-Kaeya!" You cried, hugging the person who let out a startled grunt.

"Everyone calm down!" A voice from a distance loudly shouted, barely heard in the sea of chaos before the lights suddenly flickered back on. "What in the world is going on!?"

On stage, there stood an annoyed Eula and a worried Jean. From the backstage appeared Amber, who was being dragged harshly away by Cyno.

The chaos died down once the realization had hit, no one actually died. If anything, most of the stalls had been destoryed and soaked thanks to the students running around clumsily. Eula began loudly lecturing the students, her sharp voice piercing through the air and causing people to murmur in embarrasment.

You, on the other hand, sighed a breath of relief, smiling when Kaeya patted your hair with the same velvety chuckle that made you groan all the time in annoyance.

"...Eh?"

"Well, i'm flattered that you think I feel like your boyfriend." Cursing out loud, you pushed a laughing Heizou away from your body, covering the bottom of your flushed face. It was futile, but you just hugged another man that wasn't your's in an affectionate manner. It was even the one man you loathed!

Before you could retort back, the real Kaeya swung and arm around your shoulder and dragged you away from the burgundy haired male. "If you wanted to find me, you should've shouted louder. Not go around hugging other people."

You could tell he was pissed, you didn't even have to look at his face to sense the annoyance radiating off of him. You could only meekly apologise to him, but you didn't receive a response from him. Once again, you messed up, and you knew you're at fault for that.

"Archons christ— Where the hell have you guys been!? You guys could've gotten hurt!" Beidou scolded, you lowered your head in guilt before letting out another quiet apology.

Ningguang sighed and placed a hand on her lover as a way to tell her to relax, before ushering the three of you towards your group of friends who were huddled together.

"What happened?" You asked, realizing Ayaka was bleeding from the head and whimpering quietly. Aether, on the other hand, was laying down on his side, groaning in pain.

"Mona's stall fell down, the metal rods supporting the overhead had injured Ayaka's head and fractured Aether's back. However, I have concluded that there were no additional injuries." Albedo awnsered while cleaning Ayaka's wounds before bandaging it. "Just in case, it would be safer to send the two of you to the closest hospital or clinic. My methods are only temporary."

"Yeah, I got that covered." Childe chimed in, waving his phone. "I called the emergency number for help already, they should be arriving soon."

Aether tried sitting up to reluctantly thank the ginger for helping him despite his harsh treatment, but was gently laid back down by his sister. "Don't just stand back up, idiot!" She hissed, but you could see the worry in her teary golden eyes.

It wasn't long before Ayato had arrived with Thoma, rushing to his dizzy sister. "Ayaka!" He cried, holding her in her arms. "I-I'm sorry, I should've followed you and your friends. I could've prevented this..."

The sister only smiled sheepishly, laying her head against his chest. "I'm fine, brother... it's not your fault anyways. I'm just glad no one else got seriously hurt."

You looked behind, noticing the collapsed stall with Mona next to it, talking to Alhaitham who seemed to be interrogating her.

You ran your fingers through your hair, a tired and quiet sigh leaving your lips as you watched your friends comfort the injured couple's siblings. Last year's Windblume festival was unforgettable;

This year's was no exception.

<Time skip>

Not long after Ayaka and Aether were sent to the hospital, Jean had announced closing the Windblume Festival and sent almost everyone back to their dorms, much to everyone's dismay.

You and your group decided to walk back together, not a single word exchanged within the thick and insufferable atmosphere. But neither of you could think of a way to lighten the mood, all of you just wanted to return to your dorms for a rest and leave everything to tomorrow's problems.

You glanced at your frustrated lover who was a few feet in front of you, he didn't bother talking to you at all, not even batting an eye at you. Your heart ached for his comfort, which seems like it won't be happening for a while until you apologise properly.

Behind you was Heizou, who you weren't aware of because you were too focused on what you could do to apologise to your boyfriend. Heizou's brows furrowed at your slightly bent posture, your hands fiddling with the hem of your clothing. He could even see the anxious look in your eyes.

The male furrowed his brows, remembering the exact same look you donned barely a few weeks ago. There was an urge to just take you away from Kaeya, for how he made you upset multiple times. But even he knew how much Kaeya meant to you.

"Ah, please wait." A familiar voice requested from behind, you and your friends paused, turning around to see the older Kamisato sibling. "...Shikanoin, may I trouble you for something, please?"

Despite sounding composed, you could hear a faint quiver in his voice. And you're not the only one who heard it. "Of course, what's wrong?" Heizou asked, turning his body to face the taller male.

"...Would you perhaps be interested in an investigation?"

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A/N: Originally, I was going to kill off either Aether or Ayaka, then I thought that's too cliché and too dramatic. So, I went with just getting them injured so it's still an excuse to start an investigation, and because I still want to add moar drama.

The next part will 100% be the investigation, but be warned; I know absolutely n o t h i n g about detective work so there will definitely be a lot of mistakes. In fact, I will probably accidentally reveal who the culprit was within 3 words or just mess up the whole thing.

y'know sometimes I wondered why I decided to go with an investigation instead of something more simpler.

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[Heizou x GN!Reader SMAU]

❝ Everyone absolutely despised the two of you, two of Teyvat's most attractive students in a relationship, sounds like the definition of a perfect couple. But what happens when the Windblume festival on Valentine's day is just around the corner and a wave of disaster strikes, right as you're about to ask your 'loyal' boyfriend, Kaeya Alberich, out? Simple, you suffer the disaster with Shikanoin Heizou. It's such a shame, though. You would much rather drop dead than to breathe in the same air as him. ❞

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin heizou x reader #genshin impact shikanoin heizou #genshin impact smau #genshin impact heizou #genshin heizou

[cooliofango]

I really like your writing! It's so cute. Can I request a Gabriel Boseman x Female reader tho. He's so stupid, but I love him. So anyways... what would it be like if he liked this girl who spent most of her time drawing or writing in the pizzeria. But then one day... he sneaks up on her and catches her drawing him playing his bagpipes. Just something fluffy. You don't have to write this, Plz and thank you (have a good day/night). 🙂

Picture Perfect

Art by BlueyCapsules on Twitter

Gabriel Boseman x Fem! Reader

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I DO NOT KNOW WHEN THIS REQUEST WAS SENT BECAUSE TUMBLR IS BEING GLITCHY AF BUT I LUCKILY SAW THIS WHEN I GOT ON MY LAPTOP TO WRITE SO YAY I GUESS??? 

First it wouldn’t let me comment, message, or reply (thankfully this problem was fixed) and now it won’t let me see certain people’s weblogs and likes and asks?? I sent in a support request and hopefully it gets fixed soon. Like I said before, this gives me an excuse to write for a Boseman so muhaha! 

Onto the story!

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‘There she is again..’

It was a thought that occurred often whenever the girl with [hair length][hair color] carrying a sketchpad and a small bag of pencils would walk into the facility. It had been at least a few months since she had captured his eye and it was only because of this girl and his damned sister’s friendship that he knew her name. (Y/N) was what Cassidy said it was, and it took a moment for him to believe this to be true or not. Cassidy could easily tell him a false name to embarrass himself when he would first speak her name. This suspicion was quickly proven wrong when the three Boseman brats hung around you. Cassidy had called (Y/N)’s name to get her attention about... whatever it is his sister  wanted to know. Gabriel didn’t remember what it was anymore. Nonetheless, the girl responded to his sister as she usually did: kindly and with a sweet tone to her voice. A voice that had slowly became music to his ears over time.

“Oi- Gabe!” The ginger snapped from memory lane as one of his band members roughly nudged his side. An off key sound played from the bagpipe he held, the sound echoing loudly in the pizzeria. A blush of embarrassment covered his cheeks when he realized how a few people looked over upon hearing this sound. Yes, this included (Y/N), much to his disliking. However, it suddenly felt worth it when he saw her smile and laugh to herself before going back to whatever she was drawing. She was always drawing something with such a beautiful smile on her face. The thought he just had made him cringe at himself. When did he become so lovey dovey?

“What’re ya spacin’ out for?” By now, their little practice had stopped. Gabriel’s father gave them permission to practice during working hours whenever the animatronics were in free-roam mode and weren’t using the stage. Most people ignored their practice while some watched and listened. Whether it was with actual interest or out of boredom with nothing else to entertain them was beyond the boy band. They never really paid enough attention to notice the reason either. They were usually too engrossed in their practice, after all. Gabriel’s gaze flickered over to (Y/N) for a quick second as he contemplated an answer. “Hungry.” He wanted to smack himself the moment that answer slipped from his lips. What an idiot...

The boys looked between each other before a couple shrugged to themselves. “I guess a break wouldn’t hurt.” The guitarist spoke his thoughts out loud, which raised a collective sound of ‘sure’s and ‘whatever’s amongst the group. Gabriel almost felt relief that they didn’t question it, and yet it also bugged him that they didn’t really question it further. Not out loud anyways. Gabriel quietly sighed to himself as he stepped down from the stage, setting his bagpipe on the wooden surface. His gaze drifted to (Y/N) once again. It felt almost habitual by this point. Like he was required to, at least, take a small glance in your direction. A question stirred in his mind as he watched her pencil dart smoothly back and forth across the page, displaying each stroke to create a piece of art.

A few of the band members stayed behind an chatted amongst themselves while others went off to do whatever they pleased during their break. Gabriel decided to indulge in his curiosity and see for himself what (Y/N) was drawing this time. She didn’t seem to realize him approaching at first. Not till he was a few steps from being at her side. Her [eye color] eyes darted up to the ginger, a bit widened in surprise. That wasn’t what confused Gabriel, however. What had confused him was when (Y/N)’s arms flew up to cover up her drawing. Usually, the girl he had come to like quite a lot would be so eager to show her drawings off to eager eyes. She never was embarrassed about them or insecure. She knew that even she had things to learn and improve on when it came to drawing, so she often took criticism to improve. That’s just how (Y/N) was.

“Whatcha hiding it for?” The Irish boy spoke with clear confusion in his voice. (Y/N)’s face was dyed with a pinkish hue as heat drew the blood to the surface of her skin. Whatever she had drawn had made her appear to be embarrassed about it. Or at least she seemed embarrassed to Gabriel. “I-It’s nothing special, really..” An anxious chuckle followed these words as she glanced away from the ginger boy. A frown tugged to his lips and his brows furrowed in frustration. She’s never acted like this about her drawings before. “Can I see it?” Gabriel leaned towards (Y/N) with his arms crossed over his chest. She backed up on instinct. She seemed hesitant and was about to answer before a hand swept under her arms to take the photo. “W-wait..!”

On the paper was a beautifully drawn picture of.. him? It was him on the stage during practice, though (Y/N) didn’t seem to bother with drawing the other band members. Just Gabriel. He held his bagpipe in his arms within the picture he held. Each detail and feature was drawn oh so carefully as to perfectly depict this boy in her eyes. Even the smallest details in his clothing and on the bagpipe was drawn. Gabriel was left stunned, as did (Y/N). Though it was for different reasons, of course. While Gabriel was stunned by the fact that the girl he liked took the time and effort to make such an amazing drawing of him, said girl was stunned by the fact that he held the drawing. She was waiting for a reaction. 

A red blush dusted his freckled cheeks, looking over to (Y/N). He cleared his throat and held the drawing out to her. Her hands hesitantly took hold of the paper. “I-It’s uh... It’s a nice picture.” Gabriel cleared his throat a tad awkwardly. He wasn’t all too sure how to properly react to it. However, he internally beamed at the expression the girl before him wore. (Y/N) was surprised by Gabriel’s words. The surprise had quickly faded to joy as the wide eyed look faded to a gentle smile. “I’m glad you like it!” A soft laugh left her lips, causing Gabriel’s blush to deepen in color. 

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Ahhh I think ima start typing more on my laptop! I love how this turned out 💕💕 Writing on my laptop helped this to be longer and I love that fact- so expect me to write more on my laptop 🤭 Of course this was still a tad bit short but it’s progress!

#requests open #reader insert #requests #oneshots #blueycapsules x reader #one shots #blueycapsules #request #blueycapsules oneshot #blueycapsules oneshots #blueycapsules gabriel #blueycapsules gabriel boseman #gabriel boseman #gabriel baseman x reader

[sometimesrosy]

The 100 rewatch 2023 ep 1.07 Live Blog

Contents Under Pressure.

The clarke/raven/finn love triangle is so soapy. blech.

Oh. Storm is here. Raven is trying to reach the Ark Station. But through a hurricane so that's hard. Clarke is being so supportive and reassuring. (that's a real relationship. Princess Mechanic forever.)

Kane is listing Abby's crimes. All punishable by death. Kane is trying to ignore the radio signals. The council voted to save Abby. Kane is bitchy saying those flashes AREN'T evidence of the kids' survival and Abby gets kicked off the council.

THAT is a signal from Raven Reyes. OH it's station wide. LOL. Everyone in the Ark hears Raven saying The 100 are alive. Ha ha. The signal is coming from earth. Kane looks gutted.

Ah it's ClLARKE on the radio. Abby's voice cracks. Ope she just lets dropped the fact that they aren't alone and Finn got stabbed by a grounder. oops. Jaha asks about Wells. No sorry. Wells is dead. :(

Bitch. You sent him down there. Don't get all pissy Jaha.

Abby is breaking up. THERES A HURRICANE BABY. A huge one. Does that cover the entire south east? Monty's moonshine is used as treatment. Monty and Jasper and Bellamy are out in the storm. No they're back. They are dragging Lincoln. "Intel."

"This is not who we are," Clarke says.

"It is now," Bellamy says. And he's right actually. But it's not really a good thing.

Clarke the medic. Abby guiding her. That's nice. Oop. Tying Lincoln up. And here's Miller. Is this the first time we seeMiller?

Octavia is defnding Lincoln. He hit Lincoln for Finn and Jasper and John and Roma. Who are dead. Yes O he speaks English and Bellamy things he'll understand.

Jaha is morose an looking at memories of Wells. Again. You sent them down there. I have never liked Jaha since he said the kids were disposable. Sorry.

Oh what was that lady's name. Diana. Thanks Jaha. She's divisive. Her people are the workers. She used to be the Chancellor. My people. Your people. Sigh. "you've activated project exodus. congratulations. you will forever be remembered as the man who brought us back to the ground."

Well. No actually. He won't. There's no one to remember him for bringing the ark home. Because they are all dead and/or sucked up into a sparkly purple alien.

I missed all Diana's maneuvering because I was thinking about how pointless it all turned out to be. Stupid season 7.

Yeah yeah. Finn will die if she moves the knife a millimeter in the wrong direction.

Oh. he wakes up as she tries to take the knife out. Yipes. I bet the grounders were not as careful taking the spear out of Jasper's chest. Wait what happened? They all got knocked off their asses but the knife is out of his chest. And he's not dead yet. But he's giving Clarke the lovey dovey eyes right in front of Raven and that is just icky.

Bell trying to get Linocln to talk. Miller finds his antidotes. "Who knows with these people." Listen. Bellamy could EASILY have been Pike. I will forever declare that Clarke's influence kept him from being like that.

Finds Lincoln's journal with a drawing of O and hatchmarks of the 100 live and dead.

Abby wants to talk with Clarke. Clarke doesn't want to talke to her. She goes up to talk to Bellamy. Tells his goon to "get the hell out of my way." "If he didn't hate us before, he does now."

Relax princess. You know the narrative never puts the weight on that term that the fandom did.

Bellamy thinks they're fighting a way and Clarke things they're not soldiers. Bellamy thinks they can't win if they don't fight. Because Lincoln is intimidating.

Finn is seizing but i gotta say I don't care. The stakes mean nothing because we know he's fine in the end. Except for being an awful person who ends up murderous. So like. That does not draw me into the narrative in retrospect.

Kane walking through the people and having all of them being angry at him does, however, have narrative and character resonance. Surprisingly. Wow. Watching Kane alter his character before our eyes. Jaha is finally doing the right thing and telling the Ark the truth. General assembly. Oh wait. This is section 17 where everyone died. Kane came to the culling site to wallow in his guilt. "If I had waited a day, two days, they'd still be alive."

He knows it was him. He was so sure. He swore an oath to protect them and instead he killed them. (ACAB)

"Pull yourself together Kane, and then get your ass to the mess hall." Okay I don't hate Jaha ALL the time. He's like a midrange fav character for me. I suppose I like him better than Jasper (sorry Jasper fans.) If I look at it that way. L was a midrange fave, too. There are lots of characters I hated more.

Clarke has figured out that the knife was poisoned. They say he doesn't understand her but he does. She's trying to force him. Now she's begging. B is going to torture him to get the antidote. O wants to say this is not who we are. Ironic considering who she became. I do not like the character development of O through the whole series. Honestly. She mostly got worse. Seeing her now and she was way better in s1 even being a bratty kid.

Now they're hitting him. No. We do not like torture. Bellay. You do not like hitting him. Clarke begging again. But he won't so B has to hit him again. Aww. B touches Clarke's shoulder to get her out of the way.

This ep is pretty good honeslty.

Jaha telling the truth. He lied about the 100. Earth is survivable. The Ark is dying. He says the culling gifted the rest of them the time they need to go to the earth. But the people still think he's lying to cover up the culling. The dude says all those people died for nothing. But he literally just said that they gave them time to find a way to get to the ground. The dude is like you don't know how we feel.

I LOST MY SON!!!!

Jaha offers the open seat to Diana Sydney. What? No election? Bad idea. She's a scum bucket.

Back to the torture. Pain is not going to make Lincoln tell the antidote. Sorry Clarke. B is not hapy. Oh no. I forgot he shoved that thing through his hand. Yikes. He tries to get Clarke to leave. Ugh. Bad. That's bad. Ugh.

Oh i forgot about this. Raven without any compunctions. Shocks him with live wires. He screams for the first time.

Oh wow. Is this necessary???

Raven crying because "He's all I have!!" O slices herself with the knife. "HE won't let me die."

B is dying. Not literally. Emotionally. HIS SISTER.

But fucking Lincoln tells her which bottle is the antidote. She won't let B touch her.

This shit is FUCKED UP. Wow.

Finn has been given the antidote. Now Clarke is crying over Finn. "I can't do this without you." UGGGGGGGHHH. I'm gonna throw up.

Oh is the hurrican passing already? Nah. That doesn't happen that quickly. It was like three hours tops and probably less.

Ugh. Clarke is being a total bitch with Aabby. "Dad's dead because of you. You turned him in. I know it. WElls told me everything before he.... He let me believe he did it so I'd hate him instead of you."

"That was never supposed to happen. Jaha was supposed to talk him out of it."

She was used to preferential treatment because Jaha had a crush on her. But he didn't offer that preferrential treatment to her husband. I'm going with season 1. And season 1 had Jaha with a thing for Abby. Even if they didn't go anywhere with it. Maybe Jaha gave it up when Wells died. But that is a narrative motivation in season 1.

Clarke takes the spike out of LIncoln's hand and tries to treat him but he won't let her. God he's stubborn. And he lets Octavia do it. Sorry Lincoln you're being creepy with the teenager. You are NOT a teenager. This is a kid man.

And O is being spiteful because O does that best. But she's so sweet to lincoln about him saving her life. and fair he did. but he was willing to sacrifice ALL of the other kids. Now he speaks english does he?

I was not expecting to not like Lincoln. This is weird. Stop looking at her like that. Ew it's creepy. I was caught up in the narrative before which makes this a romeo and juliet story. But they were both kids and LINCOLN is and has always been an adult. wtf.

UGh now finn is looking at Clarke like she's the love of his life. And CLARKE says "She needs you finn."And she wakes up Raven and says he's asking for her. Which he isn't.

Must I say it again. Dump the limp hair biscuit and hook up with Raven. PRINCESS MECHANIC RULES.

Bellamy and Clarke. Who we are and who we need to be to survive are two very different things.

I DO NOT LIKE THIS FAMOUS BELLAMY QUOTE> IT's just the ends justify the means and I DO NOT AGREE.

"It's not being in charge, is it?"

Ugh Diana Sydney swearing in. HOw many eps before she betrays everyone?

OH THE BAD NEWS. We're going to the ground. NOT ALL OF US. 2237 people on the ark. Room for 700 in the dropships. They're on the titanic and there aren't enough lifeboats.

All right. That was a jam packed episode. And I have to say I liked it a lot. It didn't have any big resolutions. I suppose the knife came out of Finn. But it was a lot of character development.

Kane has his complete personality switch and goes back to his childhood spiritual center.

Abby learns that Clarke knows she told on her dad.

Jaha finds out Wells is dead and begins to slowly lose it.

O defends Lincoln and sacrifices herself to save him and Finn trusting Lincoln and the Romeon and Juliet thing starts.

Bellamy pushes himself to be this emotionless torturer because he thinks it's who he needs to be.

Clarke essentially gives up Finn in favore of Raven. Poor judgement. She should give up fin FOR Raven and both of them should dump him and sneak off to the bunker together. I am not apologizing. Bellarke isn't ready yet. They should be future ex girlfriends.

Miller takes over as Bellamy's lieutenant.

Diana Sydney, one of my least favorite characters, despite my kind of being on her side with the class issues on the ark, shows up and is giving power without any sort of vote at all.

The exodus is set up. Oh i can't wait til they get to the ground.

LOTS of character development. Lot of action.

Man if I could write this instead of them, things would be different. Wells would survive. Raven and Clarke would hook up and support each other for a while. When that broke up, amicably, Bellamy and Wells would be waiting in the wings. Yes. Raven and Wells. She never had a guy worthy of her and he never had a chance to be who he could have been. I would have LOVED to hear them argue. It would be enemies to lovers, because he was Jaha's son and a pompous ass and she was a cocky bastard who has no respect. AWESOME.

sigh. well anyway.

What did y'all think of the ep? I'm not editing this post. We die like teenagers in the apocalypses.

#the 100 rewatch 2023 #contents under pressure #the 100 #liveblog

[hatakefamily]

“Hey Kakashi” Quinn sing-songed a greeting to the man. Grinning mischievously, glancing behind him to his parents. Itani had caught them first, probably being a fanboy again.

Quinb couldn't complain, though, that left Kakashi open for her entertainment.

“Say, don't your parents look real nice today?”

[finally redid my rp blog and remembered a convo of ours, i bring you this :3]

@thriceboundhome (sage-quinn-itani)

All morning Kakashi had been trying to ignore his parents. Although he was obligated to be with them, having promised them some quality time on his next day off, he couldn’t help but regret it.

If only because both of them seemed to have agreed upon being extra lovey and embarrassing in his presence. Which was espeshally annoying when he was well aware of his mother’s aversion to kisses.

Yet, here they were. Talking out loud about how much they loved each other and drawing all eyes onto them, and by accociation Kakashi.

“Very funny,” he glared back at his parents just as his mother tucked a flower she’d plucked from the ground behind his father’s ear. “Oh!” An idea struck. “Quinn, you need to do some traing don’t you?”

He was well aware of Quinn’s love for teasing him, but in this moment Kakashi hoped she took pity on him and went along with his terrible idea.

#Hatake Kakashi #RP

[baejax-the-great]

even if it's a lie

Thanatos x Zagreus | T | Modern AU | Chapter 18 | AO3

“Then how did you two get together, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Hermes takes the leaf and tucks it away. “Work,” he says. “We worked together first—assigned at random, but we made a good team. When we were supposed to get reassigned, I convinced them to let me stay on with him a bit longer. He had no idea. I can be crafty like that.”

Charon grins at Hermes, and it’s almost too sweet, really, even with Charon’s harsh cheekbones and big teeth. He’s never once seen Charon look lovey-dovey back in Tartarus. Zagreus has to stop himself from pulling a face.

“How did you know it was love?”

Charon’s grin takes on a cheeky edge as he aims it at Zagreus, but Hermes speaks first. “Not sure love had a lot to do with it at the beginning, cos.”

“No, I mean, when it turned to love, how did you know? Or did you know how the other felt, or suspect, or…?”

“He left me notes,” Charon signs, “Little notes wherever he knew I’d be that day. Every time I opened my laptop—another note stuck inside.”

“He smiled at my dumb notes,” Hermes says, “Even the ones that were just drawings of butts.”

“Especially those,” Charon adds. “Those were my favorite.”

Thanatos has never left Zagreus little notes. He’s not even sure what they would say. “Try not to get hit by a bike” or, “I would appreciate it if you did the laundry” or, “Please stop stealing my socks.”  He can’t imagine him drawing a butt. There would be no point in Zagreus leaving little notes around, since Thanatos is never home, unless he broke into Than’s office while he was sleeping. But Than has banned him from the building for some reason, so he probably wouldn’t smile at them. He’d just go all gray and stony and concerned like he’s been doing a lot recently.

Saying “I love you” in a note also seems a bit of a cowardly way out of it.

This isn’t helping. Now he’s just feeling a weird sort of envy for Charon and Hermes and Zagreus never lets himself give in to those kinds of feelings. It never helps.

Charon catches Zag’s attention, and with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, he signs, “After a while, I realized I had turned into Thanatos.”

“What does that mean?”

“Huh.” Charon stares at him with a look of amusement. “I guess you wouldn’t know unless someone told you before. Back home, I used to tease him for being a little puppy. The moment you would walk in the room his tail would wag, wag, wag.”

“Um.” Zagreus tries to think what on earth he means by that. “What?”

Charon points at his mouth and exaggeratedly grimaces. “He would smile. He would spend all day in a corner with his hoodie pulled over his eyes, ignoring all of us for a book or his phone, and then you would walk in and he would smile and talk and act like a person. Our mother used to invite you over just to remember what his voice sounded like.”

“She did?” Nyx never said anything about that.

“Like clockwork. It got to the point where she’d start making your favorite food and every time the smell of fried fish wafted through the house, Thanatos would appear. Like a little Pavlovian puppy. I got so sick of fish.”

Zagreus remembers the hoodie days—Thanatos owned at least five identical ones and never wore anything else—and the way he always pulled the hoods down so that nobody could see his eyes and his silver hair would spill out the bottom—he used to hide earphones in class that way—but the rest of it doesn’t match with his memories at all. For one thing, he remembers eating dinner at their house most of his school days. They couldn’t possibly have eaten that much fried fish. They would all have mercury poisoning or something. And while Thanatos is quieter than some, he’s not silent or moody unless he’s really perturbed.

“That doesn’t sound like Thanatos to me.”

Read the rest on AO3 | Or start from the beginning

#thanzag #hades game #thanatos x zagreus #modern au #my writing

[sir-subpar]

Dibper Headcanons (Part 1?)

Note: Headcanons will mostly take place when they're teens unless I state otherwise. As I've been drawing them as teens lately and I'm having a lot of fun with that.

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-Neither of them have really dated before, so they have a lot to figure out. It's awkward at times, they have a lot of moments where they have internal gay panic, but they learn from one another and make each other happy.

-Dipper at first dated/met up with Dib in secret, not telling Mabel & co that he had a boyfriend. He wasn't worried that they wouldn't accept him or anything like that (Mabel's bi, and come on, can you really imagine any member of the Pines family being homophobic? No way.) But coming out can still be intimidating. Plus, knowing Mabel, she might make a big deal out of Dipper having a date/significant other and accidentally embarrassing him (and overwhelming Dib) as a byproduct. 

-Dib kind of has the opposite problem. With his sister and dad pretty much ignoring him 90% of the time, he figures: "Why bother? They don't care anyway,"  so he doesn't tell them, but he also doesn't treat it like it's a big secret. When they do find out, and his dad asks him why he never mentioned having a boyfriend, Dib just kinda shrugs and says something like "it never came up before." (No, Dib is totally not doing this out of slight spite because he feels that his dad doesn't give him enough attention and care. Not at all. /sarcasm)

-Dipper is the one who kisses first. He kisses Dib on the cheek.

-The two usually go cryptid searching in the woods as dates (imagine Dipper showing Dib all the cool supernatural stuff around Gravity Falls, tell me that he wouldn't do that)

-Trans Dib anyone? Maybe?

-Words cannot describe Dib's utter joy when Dipper sees Zim and immediately knows he's not human.

-Dib is touch starved. I imagine that since Dipper grew up with lots of physical affection, (for example: hugs from Mabel, pats on the back from Soos & Stan, getting his hair ruffled by Wendy, etc,) Dipper is just… naturally affectionate, even if it's not romantic. So when Dipper does something like pat Dib on the back without even thinking about it, you can imagine his surprise when Dib starts getting emotional, even welling up a bit.

-Once Dipper knows Dib is touch starved, he does his best to give more physical contact/affection. Holding Dib's hand or arm, resting his head on Dib's shoulder, doing that whole "hands accidentally brush against each other while reaching for something at the same time and letting them linger for a bit" thing, sitting closer to Dib so their shoulders/arms are touching, and the list goes on.

-Dib only ever calls Dipper "Mason" in two scenarios: A. It's something serious (have you ever had someone call you by your full name and you go: "oh shit" ?) Or B. It's a particularly personal/tender moment between them (can also be serious, but more in a grounded, comforting way rather than a "you're in trouble" way) imagine Dib whispering to Dipper "I love you.. Mason." When Dipper's having a rough time.

-When Dib actually gets to meet the Pines family (the Grunkles & Mabel, and Soos and Wendy if you want to count them), they pretty much welcome him immediately. They might as well have adopted Dib.

-Dib is not accustomed to so much attention, but he loves Dipper's family (even if they're a bit much at times, especially Mabel's very lovey dovey, high energy personality. Dib likes Mabel though, she's very kind and often compliments his "goth" clothes, sometimes she makes things for him)

-When Dipper meets the Membrane family, things are… awkward. Gaz is intimidating (as usual), and Professor Membrane is kinda hard to read.

-Dipper likes Professor Membrane's upbeat greeting and admires his work, but it didn't take him long to realize why Dib's relationship with his dad is a bit rocky.

-Side note: At first Gaz treated Dipper the same way she does everyone: mostly ignoring him and occasionally calling him annoying and other various insults, as well as sarcastic comments (like: "you like my brother? Why?" And "Great. Now there's two of them.") She did have a slight change in attitude when she realized they had one thing in common: video games. After playing a few rounds of a game they both liked, she pulled her brother aside and only said: "Keep him."

-Ya know how in Invader Zim people give each other meat on Valentine's Day? And how in Gravity Falls they… don't? Well Dib gave Dipper an entire turkey for Valentine's Day. Dipper got him cookies shaped like things such as UFOs, Skulls, Unicorns, etc. (He made them with help from Mabel). So Dib is half like: 'Wait, you DO give each other candy!' And half: 'Shit. I'm the weird one again.' Dipper is shocked by the gift, but he's all for it. Who else should give him a turkey?

-The turkey does present one "problem" though, it's a lot of turkey. Even with Dipper, his sis, and his Grunkles, there'd still be leftovers. His solution? Invite Dib to dinner! (Kinda wanna write a drabble on this, cuz I have a pretty funny idea for it)

This is getting kinda long, so I'll stop here. Thanks for letting me ramble all the time lol.

#dibper #gravity falls #invader zim #dib x dipper #dib membrane #dipper pines #mabel pines #gaz membrane #headcanon #fanfic #dibper headcanons

[mrfutureboy]

ive been listening to pink floyd for hours for playlist purposes, but i havent even been fucking paying attention to the lyrics so its all moot lol

#original entry #i was drawing earlier so even tho ive been listening in my earbuds its mostly just served as bg noise #i was actually listening to tom petty 2 days ago but idk pink floyd cant keep my attention. #its a matter of finding songs i think he’d like but that i would also be willing for him to associate with me #like. i dont wanna put lovey dovey or bitter breakup songs on this playlist even if i think hed like it #this is some tricky business #anyway. #completely unrelated. #i am so fucking sick and tired of the way things are #no one even pretends they care about me. especially not my parents. #its like im not even part of the family #jfc its just a cycle. they ignore me for spending time together as their own unit. i feel excluded and eventually hit a breaking point. they #finally notice once ive broken down in front of them and my mom apologizes and tries for a week. then it just starts again bc they think im #over it. im so tired of my mom telling me she loves me when she doesnt even like me. shes such a goddamn liar. #im spiralling tonight guys i cant. why dont they care about me? #theyre lucky im too cowardly to actually kms #no one cares. if im not making people laugh no one cares. #me: literally having breakdowns every week them: oof sucks anyway— #dont inbox me #dni