#I just want them to stop. thats the only reason i voiced it publically

[yandere-kokeshi]

Can you tell those anons to raise their hands if that was their ask? I’ll like to know who they are it’s actually quite interesting cause how are they coming up with that stuff😭

No, I’m not going to. Reason is that it’s their fetish/or kink, and no need to shame them. It’s what they like and whatever. But, if they feel free to openly send an ask without anon on, they can :)

[seungkwanniee]

pairing : boyfriend!seventeen x gn!reader

genre : fluffff !!!

warnings : mention of food

synopsis : how they show love around people

an : felt so ispired today that I writed sm 😭

〔masterlist〕

S.COUPS 』

I think he would be always clingy even around the boys

he is not ashamed to show love at all, just a little bit laied back

and, we know seventeen, they would tease their leader so much about his

he would pout, while wrapping your waist with his arms and leaning his chin into the crack of your neck

never speaking to the boys until they stop with their teasing

eventually, he would scold them still with pouting lips

he clinges beside you when it's crowdy, always staying on the front so he can lead you and you are safe

JEONGHAN 』

this man is SHAMELESS (loved this serie btw)

don't even think he will hide his actions, he will most probably display them

maybe he would even do it on propuse, just to see you all frustrated

the boys don't even try to tease him, Jeonghan would roast them ×13 so

the type to kiss you on the lips, your forehead or play with your hair

eventually he has his arm wrapped around your shoulder, leaning closer to you so he can smell your scent

JOSHUA 』

a true gentleman, so he wouldn't do nothing if you are not the type of skinship in public

but, if you are he is still so gentle about it

when you two accidentally do eyes contact, he would smile and pinch your cheeks because you are too cute for him

but he is much cuter

he is feeding you for sure, but he is so casual about it that it makes you a hundred times more confortable

observe you from afar doing nothing, he just likes to admire you

JUN 』

he is shyyy

he likes to move your hair on the side so your neck and cheek is exposed to him

he is looking at you like he want to shower you with love but he is blocked for some reasons

you look at him with a smirk when you feel his eyes on you

you'll do nothing, you want him to be bolder

when he finally find the courage he would place a quick and warm kiss on your jaw

he is blushing after this tho

HOSHI 』

soo clingy

he just looks at you and it's over, you're too cute in his eyes

scares you by suddently hugging you from the side and shaking you in his arms

or he would lower at your height squeezing your cheeks togheter

pecking your lips is a must

he would laugh a little embarassed after, especially if someone point it out

but he can't help it, he needs to do it

WONWOO 』

reserved about it but not that much

he would fix you hair even if they are pefect just to have a claim

he need to touch you but at the same time not dispaying it, leave him alone

holding your hand or squeezing your thigh under the table every single time

if you wear glasses, he is cleaning it for you

this is his love lenguage

WOOZI 』

he is really reserved about his relationship

pda isn't really a thing for him in private, so imagine in public

maybe he is putting his hand on your lower back

mostly for letting you walk, but if he is in the mood the would just do it because he wants to feel him

whispering things in your ear and thats when he slightly touches your shoulder or you arm

DOKYEOM 』

man is WHIPPED fo you, so don't even try to ask him to not touch you in public

he phiscally cannot touch you when you are near him

calling you pet names is a must

his voice goes so sweet and honey when he talks to you

his eyes and big smile tells everything that needs to be said

when he feels extra clingy, he goes so far as to kiss you on the lips

BLUSHING SO HARD AFTER that he hides his face on your neck

MINGYU 』

man is so goofy

even himself is confused about what he is doing

when he thinks he is going to hug you, he change his mind mid way and now he want to coup your face

thats only make him hit your face with his elbow

he laughs at your face holding the place where he hitted you

for excusing he kiss your forehead or near your eye

feel like he is the type to lay his head on your shoulder and listen silently your conversation

MINGHAO 』

it may seems the contrary but he is reserved about his relationship

he search for your hand, just for intertwine your pinkys

yk, they are smaller, they get less attention lol

he checks on you COSTANTLY

he almost look like a mother for how he worries for you

words are deffo his way to show love and get unnoticed at the same time

he adjustes your dress or lace your shoes or even the heels

SEUNGKWAN 』

he is stressed because he would shower you with love every second but at the same time he is awkward

he makes sure that everyone is listening when youre talking

and if someone interrupts, he is giving them a big side eye

becomes almost like the evil when someone disrespect you and would stand for you like his life depends on it

small touches are the cherry on top

maybe when youre talking he move your hair out of your face

or hold your purse for you

VERNON 』

vernon is weird (in a good way)

he doesn't even realize he should do something to show love lol

the love is inside of him and he tells you when there are just the two of you

unconsciously orders food for you because he knows you too well

or buy things for you at the vending machines even if you didn't ask because when he thinks about whay you like frist

feel like he would intertwine his arm with yours even if it's unexpected.

or take the Seunkwan habit and touch your ears every now and then

DINO 』

not shy to admit his love in public

he have 12 hyungs that will probably make fun of him? yes. He cares? absolutely not

he touches you every chance he get

if he passes you something, It is MANDATORY to let your hands touch

he gets so into you that he literally gets stuck, he can't leave his eyes from you

gets so involved in your side profile, an hand supporting his head and love escaping from his eyes

someone always gotta call him back to the real world

[3liza]

saw someone talking about "scary dog privilege" on here today and cant find the post again but i guess it refers to when women are bothered less in public when accompanied by a large dog, and bypassing the quibble i have with calling that a privilege, i can absolutely 100% confirm it is true.

i was approached by a 30s-40s single white man wearing the Dipshit Uniform (guy in a baseball cap who looks like he drives an f-150 and has voting opinions i would not agree with) on the street the other day and all he had to talk about was Churchgrim. that he was VERY large, looked like a good boy, obedient, what breed is he, etc. this is the only interaction i get from men in public anymore unless i do not have the dog with me, at which point it goes back to the usual bullshit. however it has to be an actual scary-looking dog and you have to visibly have control of it. this is not why i got a large dog, it's just a side benefit. it probably has a lot to do with the masculine cultural coding of any large dog breed that isnt a poodle or a sight hound more than it does the actual violence potential of the dog, but those two things are related. notably, not a SINGLE man has tried to mansplain dog care or handling to me for five years. not one. i cant explain this because its not like being visible capable at a task or skill will stop them in any other circumstance, including when you are holding a literal firearm.

i remember reading some stupid op-ed from some idiot woman who got a dog "for protection" on her jogs and was baffled when men were not intimidated by her golden fucking retriever (although they should have been; goldens bite a lot, statistically, probably explicitly because people do not take them seriously)

the fact that men's body language and tone of voice has changed so drastically from before when i had a 90lbs black shepherd mix standing next to me is pretty damning tbh. all people both intentionally and unintentionally modulate their communication styles around that type of dog to display respect, interest, or fear, experienced dog people can be identified instantly by their comfort and confidence with the dog, and people with dog phobia are the opposite. the dog instinctively puts himself between me and approaching strangers, probably not out of a defensive instinct in grim's case but because strangers are interesting and he wants to be closer to the object of interest, but the physical barrier this creates is a great benefit to me.

specifically, men talk to me much much much more like they are speaking to another man when the dog is there. part of that is men are often genuinely interested in knowing information about a large dog of grim's type and are not using the dog as an excuse to flirt with or harass me. grim has a phenotype that is familiar to certain experiences within the united states as a "porch dog" or "yard dog" or "farm dog" that everyone who has lived in rural areas has usually known or owned a few notable examples of, and thats a general class of dog that tends to be good at listening and responding to humans and has a lot of opportunities to display intelligence or good judgment, so people with rural experience tend to associate him with good memories. he's also "handsome" in the dog sense because he got to keep his balls until he was 3, on the advice of his vet, and as a result he developed nice-looking musculature and a big thick neck which you dont get on city dogs much. he gets a lot of positive attention from older ladies as well, who you'd think would be afraid of being knocked over, but who are always just besotted with him for reasons i havent quite figured out yet. maybe they like seeing a youngish woman with a dog like this, i know that i feel good and happy when i see younger women and girls in situations where they seem safe or protected to me. i think to myself, "i don't have to worry about her" and i feel relief. observing young women and girls often triggers anxiety for women who are even just a few years older than they are, out of pure empathy. its one reason it's so important to be kind to younger people than you are.

anyway it's damning to the men because of course men don't think rationally that the dog would understand and be offended or angry if they sexually harassed or disrespected me. but they are still on their best behavior because the dog is an implicit threat that i can defend myself. and perhaps not only did they have nothing real to discuss with me before now because they assumed we had nothing in common and that i was an idiot or not human, but they are watching themselves carefully to only express normal human civility. i dont get that from random men without the dog. mostly (not entirely but mostly) i get either casual disrespect/disregard, or outright sexual harassment. when i was younger and less experienced with men and had fewer cycles of these interactions, i was completely unaware of how disrespectful these approaches or comments were, which is the interpretation i can see less-experienced women making now, even if they're my age. and when i was 20, my 30 year old friends seemed pathologically misandrist and defensive to me. it was purely the difference in our actual mileage. that sucks man. wish we could just be normal around people and not have to expect the worst constantly.

anyway, good dog

[causeilikelix]

hii im the anon who sent the hard dom lixie post ,, and i totally think ur right !! i also feel after that event..hes a lil bit more touchy with u !! just to help get the point across

also idk if u take anons but just would love to be 🐹 anon if you do !! if not thats totally ok , im literally just eating up everything u post

omg hi!!! Yes, you can totally be 🐹 anon! I've never had one before tbh so welcome!!! The support means so much to me! tbh I wish I posted more lol but writers block exists.

Except for right now cause WOW

Part 2 to this ask, but it doesn't necessarily have to be read to understand this

MINORS DNI!!!! Smut under the cut! I............................ got carried away. Warnings under the cut

YES totally. Lix is already a pretty touchy-feely person so like you showing interest in him being a little more dominant and, dare I saw, possessive would really turn on the Clingy.

(banner credit @cafekitsune)

(Warnings: established relationship, dom!Felix?, dirty talk, semi public sex, unprotected sex (it's only fun in fiction), creampie, afab!reader)

This man needs all of his friends (and your friends) to know that you're his. Unless you ask him not to for whatever reason, Felix would mark you up every. time. I mean, first of all it feels amazing to have his lips on you. So pillowy and soft and the way he sucks on your neck is just heavenly!

Any time you hang out with his friends this man has his hands on you in one way or another. He's constantly back hugging you, holding your hand, cuddling with on the couch, whatever. Sometimes, he'd lean over and whisper the filthiest shit into your ear just to make you blush.

"You look so hot in this dress, baby. Who'd you wear it for?"

"I bet you'd love for me to bend you over the couch and take you right here, huh? Want the guys to see how well you take me."

"Sweet girl, I bet your soaked right now. I can practically smell you."

It doesn't take him long to convince you to either leave the gathering or sneak off to the bathroom with him. All of his dirty talk is, in fact, soaking through your underwear. That deep voice of his gets you every fucking time.

The other boys roll their eyes and turn up the music when Felix drags you back to the bathroom. The bass helps drown out the yelp that falls from your mouth the second Felix flips up the skirt of your dress to run his fingertips along the gusset of your panties. He moans into your mouth when he feels how wet you are.

"Filthy girl, I knew you were wet." He growls.

"You always make me wet." You grin at him

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as he slips his fingers into your panties to touch you properly. You moan instantly at the contact. "Babe, you've gotta let me fuck you. I'm so hard I don't think I'll make it home."

"But the guys-'

"Don't pretend like you didn't love them listening in last time. I remember how tight your cunt clamped on to me when you heard them turn the TV off. C'mon baby, please. I need you so bad." Felix rocks his hips into yours a little and sure enough you can feel his hardness poking at your stomach. It makes your mouth water and your pussy clench at the thought of fucking him here.

"One condition." You whisper as he starts to press hot kisses into your neck. His fingers slide into your heat with no resistance and you choke back a moan.

"Anything."

"Don't pull out this time."

At this, he pulls away from you to look you in the eye. At first, you worry that he's going to pull away completely. The motions of his fingers inside you slow to a stop but he doesn't take them out. His eyebrows furrow.

"Are you serious?"

You'd talked about the risks before, and it wasn't like he hadn't done it before but it wasn't something super common in your relationship.

"Deadly serious." You gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in, "Don't you want us to go back out there to your friends, your cum dripping down my legs to show them once and for all that you're not as soft as they think you are?"

Felix's eyes darkened immediately.

"Ask and you shall receive, baby." He growled.

He grabbed your waist and roughly spun you around and bent you over the bathroom sink. Your panties are discarded around one ankle before he's nudging your legs apart. Excitement sparks through your bloodstream when you hear Felix messing with the button and zipper on his jeans.

A few moments later, something hot swipes through your folds. You moan as the head of his dick nudges against your clit a few times. He teases you by nudging your clit then moving up to press against your hole before taking it away to nudge your clit again.

You swear you've never been so empty in your life.

"Felix, I swear, if you don't fuck me right no- ah!" You let out a sudden moan when Felix finally pressed his cock into you. He suck in slowly, letting you feel every single inch. When his hips meet your ass, you moan again.

"Good girl, let them hear you. I knew you wanted to act like a little slut. You wanted me to fuck you where they could hear you, huh? Let everyone know how well you take cock" Felix moans, the noise going straight to your clit.

He always feels so good inside of you. It's like his cock was made to stretch you open. His thrusts are slow at first, getting you used to him despite how many times you've taken him. He pants against your neck and you rock back onto him.

"Fuck you feel so good, baby, your little cunt always takes me so well." Felix compliments, his hands kneading your ass and thighs. One hand circles up to brush through your folds. Your cunt clenches the second he finds your clit. "You're so tight! How is any of my cum going to fit inside you?"

You open your mouth to answer him but all that comes out is a moan. He rocks into you steadily and he circles your clit with two fingers. It isn't long before your thighs begin to tremble and the knot in your stomach pulls taut.

"Aw," he chides, "Are you gonna cum on my cock, beautiful? Come on, baby, cream for me, yeah?"

It doesn't take much else. It never does. Felix plays your body like an instrument. He always knows just where to touch, just what to say, just where to angle the head of his cock to get you to fall apart for him. You cum, squeezing him tightly. He moans through your orgasm, holding onto his own so he can ride yours out.

"Good girl," he praises, "Make a mess on my cock. When we get home I'll have you clean me up. Fuck! Pussy gets so tight when she cums."

If there's one thing Felix loves, it's feeling every single moment of your orgasm. The way your legs shake, the way your pussy quivers and tightens, the way your wetness leaves a shimmering sheen on his cock. He swears he can never get enough of you.

As your orgasm wanes, his thrusts speed up. He moans into your ear and every sound makes you clench. You wonder if you could cum again. His thrusts are quick and deep. Your pussy aches and throbs but in the best way possible. Overstimulation sparks through your veins, but part of you wonders if it's just another orgasm creeping up on you.

"Fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last. Tell me where you want me to cum. Now!" He threads a hand into your hair so he can tilt your head to see your fucked-out face. The drool seeping from your lips and your hooded eyes make his orgasm threaten to spill without warning.

"In-" A particularly harsh thrust makes you moan, "Inside. Please! Please cum inside. "

"So tight! Fuck, fuck, cumming!"

And he does. He pushes himself into you as deep as he possibly can and releases his orgasm right against your cervix. The warmth makes your cunt pulse and you reach down to rub your clit. A circle or two later, you fall into another orgasm that squeezes him to coax more of him into you.

Felix rocks his hips into you a few more times to unload every generous spurt of cum inside you before finally pulling out.

He puts his hands on your ass cheeks and spreads you open. You blush when you feel his eyes on your spent hole. You wait for the telltale feeling of some of the warmth in your cunt to slip out, but nothing does. After a minute, Felix lands a soft smack on your ass before pulling your panties back up your legs.

"Come on, I've got you." Felix coaxes you to stand up and turn back around. Your legs quiver and you hold onto him. "You held it all in, baby. Nothing's leaking out."

"Guess you'll have to give me some more to make sure it slides down my legs." You quip, even though you know you probably couldn't take more right now.

"Maybe next time, angel. This time I want you to make sure you keep every drop in there. I'll check later and if you've let a single drop go to waste, I'll give you refill after refill until you can't hold it anymore. " Felix's voice sent a shiver down your spine, "Think you can handle that?"

You're nodding and clenching your thighs before he's even done talking.

"Good girl."

[divinelolita]

HEY HEY HEY LOVERRRR5🥰🥰🥰

dawg these r one of the worst ideas ive ever had but wtvvvv

IMMA ORDER UHHHH MILKSGAKE AND FRIES ALONG WITH 20 PIECE CHICKEN NUGGETS(full band separate headcannons😋) who got a bf and he's not a model singer or anything bro and it gets out in the public but thing is the band doesn't necessarily care cuz half of the fandom was wayyy nicer back then(check the comments of bill being accused of liking men they were so supportive) but reader is freakin out cuz of the backlash the band is getting again which is barely any people

ok so reader is prolly pacing around in his room and what he's fr doing is practicing the break up out loud and spoiler alert a member walks in and only hears the part '(insert band member) we need to break up' and they're jus mad confused and hurt and reader is making up lies on why he wants to break up when the only reason is because he doesn't want them to fail as a band bro loves them too much

OH u can choose if the ending is good or bad(pls dont make me cry too much)

BAND X READER : BREAKING UP

hiii 😻 im so tired oml

BILL:

・He needed to ask you a favour.

・Most likely having to due with washing the hairspray out of his hair for him, since he was too lazy to do it himself

・He heard muffled voices comin from your room. He didn't want to eavesdrop but from what he could make out you sounded..worried or scared.

・Walks in your room, opening the door slowly so it doesn't creak.

・He watched you pace back and forth, your head in your hands. He stayed silent for a second, listening to you more carefully. Only to hear..

".. I'm sorry but..we need to break up, Bill."

・Oh. Oh.

・Stays silent for a minute before he shuffles on his foot, the sound of his shoe hitting th floor making you turn around with a small gasp.

"Bill! I thought you were out with-"

"M/N..what the hell were you saying?"

・Through sniffs and shaky breaths you'd explain how you just didn't want his career to be fucked, how you just wanted him to be safe

・He's arguing through tears, pointing out how truthfully nobody cares ever since it has gotten out you two were dating.

・He'd cry and sob and he would keep telling you that he loved you too much to let you go, how even if it messed up his career he'd always pick you.

・But..he was so disappointed you went to break up with him instead of talking it out.

"If you really want to break up them I guess.."

"Bill please I-"

"No. Stop."

・Walking out of the room holding back sobs and cries, running to the bathroom when he feels like he's gonna throw up.

TOM:

・He was actually going to tell you something too!

・What? Did you forget it was your guy's one year anniversary?

yess im doing tha idc if its dumb

・Wanted to ask you about your favorite restaurants so he could pinpoint a location.

・Only thing best for M/N, right?

・Anyways, walking towards your room he can't help but keep the grin off his face. He's already prepared a gift for you downstairs.

・He's hearing muffled noises from your room, so he thinks at first your just calling a friend. Cool, thats fine-

"Tom this just...isn’t working anymore."

・He stops mid step, grin fading off his face as his heart stops.

・He doesn't know how to feel.

・He feels sad and nauseous and angry all over, his body trembling a he gets overwhelmed with emotions

・Tales a second before barging in, watching you stop pacing an look at him with big eyes.

".. What?"

・He can hardly choke out, feeling a if his legs will give out on him. He feels like he's gonna fall and crash on the floor, curling up in a ball as he sobs

・He can't make out anything you're saying, only half listening to your continuous 'sorries' and pleas for him to just hear you out and listen.

"But Tom, all of the backlash and.. -"

"WHAT fucking backlash?!"

・He's mad mad. Can hardly look at you as tears well in his eyes. He can hardly make out your own face, you're all blurry in his vision.

・Storms out of your room, slamming the door and ignoring you when you scream and beg for him to come back

・He doesn't, and probably never will.

GEORG:

・He was bored, so tired of just sitting around the house all day!

・Wanted to bring you down to the lake, maybe have a picnic and listen to music...yeah that seemed nice. He knew you loved this lake, you'd always talk about it everytime you drove past it.

・Walking to your room, nearly skipping as he was going to tell you to put your boots on and get changed. It's been quite a long time since you have been out of the house yourself.

・You, on the other hand, weren't looking forward to hanging out with him right now. You weren't sure why you were so caught up about the fact dating him got out, nobody really cared.

・He was too giddy to knock, instead he strolled right on in with a big smile on his face. You were turned away, walking back and forth in your room as you muttered to yourself, although he could only make out a few words.

"..I can't do this with you anymore, Georg.."

・His heart drops at the same time his smile did, he feels like he's frozen in place. He can't move his legs, hands, nothing.

・Watching as you would look up at him as you stopped your steps, eyes tinted a shade of pink as your jaw was slightly dropped, neither of you being able to form words.

・Only takes a few seconds for your rambling to start, telling him your sorry and trying to make up an excuse.

"I..i was just practicing this thing for school about breaking up and-"

"That's such goddamn bullshit!"

・Can't look at you, hands giving to cover his face as his breathing is ragged. He'd stay quiet as you spoke, not absorbing anything.

・Doesn't bother to argue or intervene, just listening to your dumb excuses and desperate apologies that didn't mean anything to him anymore.

・Although if you mentioned something about your relationship being outed, he'd be furious. Doesn't quite show, he doesn't yell, but he's fuming.

・Truly doesn't get why you don't understand how much he loves you. So what if a few people dislike this? You were his boyfriend and you mattered to him so much..

・Well- you were his ex boyfriend now.

"If you wanted to break up you could've just said so! How long have you been feeling like this?"

・He's hurt and distraught and sad all at the same time, he's unable to process all of this.

・He doesn't actually say "We're breaking up" but it's so damn implied it felt like he was screaming it at you in the back of your head.

・Can't bother to look at that dammed lake anymore, taking another route if his original went past it.

GUSTAV:

・He wanted to watch your favorite movie with you today!

・He knew you have been stressed recently, although he didn't quite know why. He just wanted to be there for you and help you get through this.

・You didn't want him to help you at all though, huh?

・You've wanted to break it to him for the past couple weeks that you needed to seeperate from each other, but it was hard considering that's not what you truly wanted.

・Although you gained so much positive feedback when your relationship got outed, those snarky,rude comments were getting to you.

・Anyways...Gustav had already gotten the popcorn ready, along with some of your favorite candy. Skittles, chocolate, starbursts..

・He had set up everything perfectly in the living room, making sure it was all neat and gorgeous. He couldn't wait to see your eyes sparkle with joy!

・Walking to your room, whistling quietly under his breath. Slowly opening your door. You were faced away from him, which gave him the perfect opportunity to scream "SURPRISE" if he wanted to!

・Yet he wanted to wait, he could hear your voice tremble as yo whispered to yourself. He could make out hardly anything, but a few words stood out to him

"Gustav..we should break up."

・He felt like he'd been hit with a brick. His heart beat sped up and he wanted to vomit.

・You turned, feeling like something was watching you. You were right. There stood Gustav, frozen in place as he started at you with glossy eyes

・Tears pooled in his eyes. He felt as if all the moisture in his mouth suddenly disappeared and he found it hard to swallow. It was like there was a rock lodged in his throat.

"Gustav, I didnt-"

"..you didn't?"

・His voice was barley above a whisper and he had to hold back sobs. He couldn't stand properly, leaning against the bedroom door for security.

・He didn't know what he did wrong! Why didn't you love him..why did you want to leave him..did he do something?

・Listening to you make up lies, he wanted to believe them. He wanted to think he heard you wrong and that you meant something totally different.

・But no matter how hardvhe tried to ignore it, there was a voice in the back of his head telling him that the things you were spewing were bullshit.

・His body trembled as he hit back another sob as you went in to tell him that you just wanted his career to be safe and easy, for there to be no backlash or hate.

"Please, M/N. Just..stop."

・Doesn't say anything as he staggers out the room, tears streaming down his cheeks. He ignores your pleas of forgiveness and sobs to listen to you. He had already listened to you and you had lied again and again.

・Can't sleep for days, thinks that you lied about wanting his career to be okay and really he had done something wrong.

[lilacella]

I'm not sure if Sirius comes off a little too booktoky in this one...I feel like he is a little too cool and 'popular' xD But what can I do, that's just how I imagine him. I hope it isn't too annoying to read though 😅

Also, I aged Gilderoy Lockhart up a little for this I believe. So if you stumble across that, just ignore it xD

Nightsky

Song recommendations:

Prom Queen by Beach Bunny (tumblr refuses to let me embedd the link for some reason)

Chapter 4: Jealousy, jealousy

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"Wake up already you lovebirds, we will miss breakfast!" James hollered trough the closed curtains of Sirius dorm bed. Remus groaned next to him and buried his face deeper into the crook of Sirius neck. Sirius pulled him closer into his arms and pressed a kiss on his hairline.

"I am afraid we might have to acually get up, Moons."

"But 'm tired," mumbled Remus, his voice vibrating against Sirius skin. "And it's Saturday. Can't we just skip breakfast?" Sirius heart fluttered in his chest. How could he say no to this sweetness?

Since Remus and him had gotten together four months ago his feelings had only intensified. Being close to Remus was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of it. He always needed to be close, holding hands, cuddling, snogging...and some other things as well. And Remus seemed to return Sirius desire for affectionate touches, sought them out just as much as he did, except - and that was the only hang up - when they were in public.

Remus still wasn't ready to let the rest of the school know about their relationship. Sirius didn't exactly mind whether other people knew or not but not being able to hold Remus hand whenever he wanted, not being able to take im on dates properly, bothered him more and more. Of course he didn't want to pressure Remus into anything but this was annoying.

"Sorry, Prongs, gotta go without us." He called to his friend.

"Oh come on, again? Can't you two keep it in your pants for one weekend?" James teased.

"Shut up," Sirius laughed. "Moony is sleepy, okay. So we'll join you later."

"Right sure, mate. Come on Pete. See you then. And don't forget to use protection," he yelled from the door, quickly slamming it shut behind him and Peter before Sirius spell could hit him.

"Wanker," Sirius chuckled, dropped his wand back on his nightstand and snuggled back against Remus. "Sorry bout the noise, Moonsy."

" 's alright. Just hold me." Sirius melted a little. With a content sigh he wrapped his arms tightly around the other boy, pressing his cheek against the top of his head, inhaling his scent.

"I love you."

The words had left his mouth before he could stop them. Remus seemed to have frozen in place. Fuck.

"Oh, thank you." Remus replied, suddenly sounding quite awake.

Thank you. Thank you! Thank you? Right. Thank you.

"And he didn't say anything back?" James asked, playing with a stone by throwing it up in the air and catching it again.

"He said 'thank you'," Sirius replied dryly while throwing another ferret towards the hungry hippogriffs their MC teacher had put him in charge of. It was snatched out of the air before it hit the ground.

"Oh. That's...that's rough Pads I'm sorry." James frowned in sympathy. "But that doesn't have to mean that he doesn't, right? Maybe he's just not ready to say it." Sirius shrugged his shoulders, exiting the hippogriff paddock and closing the gate behind him. "Maybe he just doesn't...He doesn't have to." James frown grew deeper.

"I'm sure he does. You should see the way he looks at you."

"Maybe he just likes looking at me. And thats it..."

"Bullshit. Padfoot, you know Remus. He isn't that superficial."

"No but he is a pushover. What if he just plays along so he doesn't have to turn me down?"

"What? No! Didn't he kiss you first?"

"Yeah but what if he only did that because he had noticed that..."

"That is an insane theory. Sirius, he likes you and - if you ask me - he loves you as well. Just give him some time to adjust." Sirius sighed deeply trying to dissolve the knot in his chest.

"It's okay. I should just be happy with what I've got with him. If he doesn't love me then that's okay."

James grabbed him by the shoulders, demtermined: "No, listen to me. That's not okay. You deserve to be loved, Pads. And you are, okay? Remus loves you and if he doesn't that's his own fucking loss." Sirius snorted, but couldn't surpress a smile. James pulled him into a tight hug. Sirius squeezed his friend lightly.

"Thanks, mate."

**

Another month had passed and Remus had still not said it back. Sirius hadn't pressed the topic and tried to convince himself that it was okay either way. Did it really matter if Remus was in love with him as long as they still got to be together? Deep down he knew the answer to that question was yes. It did matter greatly. But he pushed that thought down, together with his growing frustration about their secrecy.

Usually Sirius loved having shared secrets with the people he cared about. It made for a special kind of intimacy, similar to inside jokes or age old shared memories. But now that christmas was around the corner and all the couples around them seemed extra coupley and cuddly with each other, Sirius loathed it. He too wanted to go ice skating on the lake, hand in hand with Remus, he wanted to draw their initials surrounded by a heart into the fresh snow, he wanted to use every misteloe as an excuse to snog his boyfriend, take him to the christmas market in Hogsmead and buy him all the chocolate covered fruit he wanted. Well, technically he could do the latter but he couldn't expect a kiss in return. Not that he needed payment to do nice things for Remus but a boy could dream right?

Absentmindedly Sirius strolled through the deserted 3rd floor of the castle, on his way from his Advanced Curses class, that none of his friends were taking. When he turned a corner he almost bumped into Mary McDonald, who was so startled she dropped her books.

"Oh, sorry. Here let me help."

He quickly knelt down to help her pick them up.

"Thank you," Mary gave him a genuine smile.  When they both got up and Sirius wanted to continue his path, not really in the mood for forced small talk, he was stopped by an invisible barrier. Oh no.

They both looked up to the enchanted mistletoe sheepishly dangeling above their heads.

"Oh," said Mary. Sirius looked at her with wide eyes. This was bad. The misteloe spell was pretty much unbreakable from the inside. That's what made them so entertaining for everyone on the outside. They were trapped here, unless they kissed. This was so so bad.

Of course there were worse things than kissing Mary. Sirius never paid too much attention to her but she was a good friend of Lily so she must be a nice person. Under regular circumstances he would have probably just kissed her to get them both out of this and not made much of a fuss about it but...Well, while Remus didn't want them to be official, he was not particularly fond of girls flirting with Sirius. Sirius had told him multiple times that he didn't have any interest in girls whatsoever and even if, Remus would have nothing to worry about. But Remus did worry. And if he were to find out that Sirius had kissed someone else, even under the duress of the misteltoe, he would start all over with his 'You could have anyone, why do you want me anyways?' and the 'Are you sure that you don't want to go out with anyone else? You have options, you know.'

Sirius hated these conversations, that had been a constant in their relationship since day one. Part of Sirius was somewhat flattered, that Remus obviously thought so highly of him but the - much bigger - rest of him felt, as if Remus was trying to push him away. That nothing he did or said was ever sufficient to convince the other that he was good enough, that Sirius didn't care about his other options as long Remus was still one.

With a tortured smile he turned to Mary. The girl smiled back and took a step towards him: "Guess we have to get it over with, if we want to get out of here. There seems to be noone around to bail us out."

Sirius raised his hands defensively. "No!" Mary backed off, startled by his strong reaction.

"No sorry...I...I can't kiss you. I really can't. It's nothing personal. I just...," he trailed off. Mary raised her eyebrows.

"It's okay. Uhm...but we will be stuck here if..."

"I know," Sirius interrupted her, trailing his hand trough his hair. He sighed and leaned against the cold stone wall.

They had been stuck under the mistletoe for a good hour, all their attempts at calling for help or freeing themselves futile. Even if the other marauders might be looking for him by now Sirius wasn't sure when they would turn up. He had the map with him, so no chance using that.

Suddenly Mary let out a nervous laugh.

"Would it really be that bad? To kiss me? I mean we all know you are picky but..."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you haven't dated anyone yet. And not for lack of opportunity. You don't show interest in any of the girls. I heard Samantha Jordan is actually quite offended by that."

"Is she?"

"Yes. Apparently she expected you to ask her out last valentines day."

"Why on earth would I do that?"

"See? Picky. Who doesn't like Samantha Jordan. She's quite fit! And pretty cool if you ask me."

"Maybe you should ask her out then."

"Very funny."

"I am just...otherwise inclined."

Mary looked at him attentively. "Oh? So there is someone?" Sirius flinched. He couldn't tell her. He had promised Remus.

But he could tell her part of it...

"I just...I don't think I care much for girls in general."

"Oh." Mary pondered this new found information for a bit. "I guess that makes sense. Noone in their right mind would turn down a chance with Samantha."

Sirius laughed. "Maybe you should really go out with her."

"Quite sure I'm not her type."

"Who knows, sometimes peoples dating preferences are very surprising."

"What are yours then? Are you into any boys?"

Sirius pressed his lips together and didn't respond.

"Fine then. But if you're gay...why won't you kiss me? You're not one of these guys that think girls are nasty, aren't you?"

"What? No! Of course not. I would kiss you, it's just..."

"Ahhh," Marys face lit up with understanding. "You want your first kiss to be with a boy. I get it. Well that is really unfortunate now." She looked up to their festive prison guard and sighed. "I am hungry though. We are missing dinner."

They did in fact miss dinner, but then, finally they heard footsteps coming down the hallway and soon a familiar voice called out for both of them.

"Sirius? Mary? Maryyy? Hello?"

"Lily, hey over here," Mary yelled over to her friend who hurried towards them, James, Remus and Peter in tow. "There you are! We were starting to get worried."

"Misteloe," said Sirius while pointing upwards and threw Remus an apologetic look. Remus mouth twitched. Obviously relieved, that Sirius would rather be stuck for hours, than to kiss someone else.

Lily shot down the mistletoe with remarkable precision and pulled Mary into a relieved hug.

**

"Are you going to get anything for Sirius?" Lily asked while they made their way through the hallways on one of their obligatory prefect rounds. Sometimes this occupation had it's downsides.

"What do you mean," Remus asked confused. Lily raised an eyebrow.

"For Valentines day? It is in three days!"

"Oh. Well I don't think he wants anything. Sirius isn't much of a gift person, always says he's already got everything. Also he thinks valentines is stupid."

Lily hummed thoughtfully. "Are you sure? I mean James is similar but he still liked the candy I got him last year."

Remus chuckled. "Of course he did, because you gave them to him. It wasn't about the candy, it was about..." Lily watched contentedly how the realization crossed his face. "Well fuck," Remus murmured. "What am I supposed to get him? There is no chance to go to Hogsmeade before?"

Lily shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe pick him some flowers."

"In February."

"You could steal some from the greenhouses."

"Are you encouraging rule breaking behavior, Lily?"

She rolled her eyes. "You could...I don't know. Maybe do something nice with him instead? Plan a little date? You haven't been out with each other at all."

"Yes, because people aren't supposed to know."

"I don't understand why though. What are you worried about? If anyone made any stupid comments I am sure Sirius would put a stop to that quickly."

"I just...Well if you see us together...Do you never think it looks weird?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Sirius is...he is fucking gorgeous. Everybody thinks that. Even the people that despise him cannot deny that he is very handsome. And I...I am pretty mediocre at best."

"You are being to critical with yourself. You look completely fine."

"Yes, exactly. I look fine, he looks perfect. He is charming and effortlessly cool and I am a bloody dork."

"Oh come on, that's just not true. I admit, you used to be a little...loopy. But that was in first grade! You've grown up!"

Remus shook his head. "This is really nice of you but still...If people saw us together they would certainly wonder what on earth he is doing with me."

"And then what?"

"Then they might start telling him that and then he might start wondering too," said Remus quietly. Lily gently shook her head.

"Remus," she said softly. "That's never going to happen."

When Remus entered the Great Hall Sirius was already sitting at their usual spot. James and Lily were off on one of their romantic walks around the castle and Peter had to take extra lessons with Prof. Flitwick, to fix his grades before the N.E.W.T.s. So Sirius was by himself. Except for Oliver Thompson, a 7th year Ravenclaw who was leaning on the back of Sirius chair, hovering over him. They were talking. Remus couldn't hear their voices but from the look on Thompsons face he could imagine.

Since word had gotten around that Sirius was gay - Mary had accidentally let it slip and word got out quickly - the girls had stopped hitting on him but some boys had started. And they happened to be lot more forward about it. Remus quickened his pace to reach them faster.

"Why not? Come on just one date! It won't kill you," he heard Thompson say.

"It might," Sirius replied dryly. "Sorry Thompson but I am not interested."

"Really? Not even a chance? I promise I'd make it worth your while." Thompson smiled suggestively and Sirius pulled a face in response.

Remus had reached them and without thinking he stepped in between them and pushed Thompson away from Sirius. Jealousy was pooling in his stomach like acid.

"He's not interested."

Thompson raised his eyebrows mockingly "Oh I am sorry, since when is it part if the prefect duties to cockblock?" Remus glared at the brawny guy.

"Step away, Thompson."

Thompson laughed. "Look at that! Loopy Lupin trying to tell me off!"

"Watch your mouth!" hissed Sirius angrily and got up from his chair.

Thompson sneered. "Why are you defending that loser? I mean I know you two are hanging out but we all know that's a pity thing right?"

The words made Remus feel sick and dizzy but he held his position. He would not just give up now. And he knew it wasn't true. Right? Of course not.

Thompsons patience however ran out and he roughly pushed Remus aside. "Out of my way, nerd."

Remus collided painfully with the table. He was about to pull his wand when Thompson was suddenly knocked back by a spell, landing on his ass. His eyed grew wide in shock as he realized that he couldn't even complain about the rough treatment, since his mouth had vanished without a trace.

"I said watch your mouth," Sirius stated coldly and put his wand away. When he looked over to the shocked Remus, his gaze immediately softend. "Are you alright?"

Remus answer was interrupted by a loud yell from the other side of the Hall.

"MR. BLACK! Into my office, NOW!" Professor McGonnagalls face was flushed red with anger as she crossed the hall with long strides.

"All weekend?" James asked shocked.

"He can be glad that it is only that!" Remus shook his head. "That was an incredible dangerous spell! You could have killed him, Sirius!"

Sirius glared at him. "I did that for you, you git."

"That was utterly unnecessary."

"As was your pseudoheroic attempt to drive him away. If you want people to stop hitting on me, there would be an easier way, you know?" Sirius got up from his bed and stormed out of the dorm.

"Sirius!" Remus called after him but to no avail.

James sighed. "What is it with you two."

Remus groaned and dropped back onto his bed.

After Sirius hadn't returned at bedtime Remus decided to go looking for him. James handed him the map and the cloak and told him to not rile Sirius up any further. As if he had consciously chosen to do that.

He found his boyfriend in the owlery, perched on a windowsill between the birds, as if he was one himself. "Are you still sulking?," he asked gently.

"I'm not sulking," Sirius snapped back. "I just don't want to deal with you right now."

Remus flinched. He felt bad for making Sirius this upset. But Sirius had gone too far!

"I'm sorry. I appreciate that you defended me but that was...a bit much." Sirius didn't look at him and kept his narrowed eyes fixated on something in the brickwork.

"I mean, It was a little funny...but I don't want you to do something like that for my sake."

"Well that's too damn bad because I will."

Remus sighed and sat himself next to Sirius in the window. The cold air crept through the layers of his clothing and he shivered a little. Sirius must have been sitting here for a while...

"Aren't you cold?"

Sirius gave him a disparaging look. "No."

"Sirius..." Remus wrapped an arm around Sirius waist. Touching usually helped when they've had a spat. But this time Sirius shuffled away from him, keeping his arms crossed. Remus stomach twisted. He hated this.

"Please. Don't be like that."

"Me? What am I doing? Why are you like that," Sirius called out angrily, jumping up and turning to Remus. Remus could see tears glistening in his eyes. His heart cramped. "We've been together for 8 months and you still want noone to know! I get that you need time but come on! We haven't been out once and because you want to keep it a bloody secret, people hit on me and then you get upset because people hit on me. And now you are mad at me because I dealt with it in a way that doesn't suit you! And you haven't..." Sirius stopped his ramblings for a second to steady his breath "...sometimes...sometimes I think you don't even like me."

Sirius turned his face away again but Remus could still see the tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. His throat was tight.

"Sirius..." he got up and approached him carefully. "Of course I like you! I...I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't. Hey, look at me. Please." He gently put his hand on Sirius cheek, feeling hot tears on his skin and turned his head towards him. Sirius didn't resist. Remus softly ran his thumb over Sirius cheek, trying to comfort him. Anything to make him stop crying. "I am so sorry." He whispered and Sirius head dropped against his shoulder. Remus wrapped his arms around him, holding him close.

"I love you."

The words came out so easily all of a sudden, he surprised himself by saying them. All these months he meant to, but couldn't get them out. Like his body would simply not let him speak, not let him become so vulnerable. Maybe because he had been scared that if he said it out loud, it would become real. And then he would have no more excuses in front of himself to keep them a secret. And then...He truly feared what would happen if they were official.

Sirius slowly lifted his head, looking at him through long wet lashes. "You...really? You don't have to..."

Remus pressed a tender kiss on his lips. "I do. And I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner. I love you so much." Now he could feel tears stinging in his own eyes. Saying these words felt incredibly freeing.

They took their time on their way back to the castle. Slowly strolling over the dark pathways, hands clasped tightly.

"What do you wanna do for valentines day?," Remus asked into the comfortable silence between them.

Sirius gave him a surprised look. "Do you wanna do something? I'm not sure I can offer much. With the detention..."

"I could apply to watch your detention. I am a prefect after all," Remus grinned.

Sirius smirked mischievously. "Sounds like a plan, Mr. Prefect."

Remus looked over to his boyfriend. He was truly a sight to behold, drenched in moonlight, his silky black hair falling softly down to his shoulders, his eyes twinkling like stars on the nightsky..."You are so beautiful," he heard himself say. Obviously today was 'say your thoughts out loud day'.

Sirius laughed. "So that's why you like me, huh?"

"Bullshit. I like you because you are a mean cunt that hexes peoples mouth shut when they piss you off."

Sirius snorted. Then, after a brief pause he asked: "Would you still like me if I didn't look good?"

Remus chuckled in surprise. "Of course! But you would always look good. It's just how you are."

"That makes no sense. My apperance is hardly an ingrained character trait."

"No, it is! I mean...how do I explain this. Do you know how some people can pull off the ugliest clothing? Like no matter what they wear they always make it look good. I think that's you but with...bodies? Like you could take poly juice of...of Snivellus and..."

"Ewww why do you have to bring him into this?"

Remus laughed "Let me continue," he giggled. "So what I'm trying to say is, you could wear the most unattractive person but you would still look good. People would still think you were hot."

Sirius snorted. "You are being ridiculous."

"Maybe. Maybe I just like you too much..." he grinned. The events of the last hour had left him feeling giddy and carefree. And maybe that was the reason, why he said the following:

"I think I am ready. I think...I think I want people to know. I want to be able to point at you and tell people that you are my boyfriend. And I want all these guys to leave you alone."

Sirius face lit up and he stopped in his tracks. "Really?! Are you sure?"

Remus nodded. Sirius beamed and pulled him into a kiss. Remus rejoiced in the feeling of their lips moving together, hands and arms tightly wrapped around the other, before they reluctantly separated and continued their walk to the dorm, both smiling to themselves.

**

Since valentines, things had been nothing but wonderful between them. The reaction of the other students to them suddenly strolling through the hallways hand in hand hadn't been nearly as bad as Remus had expected. Maybe the tale of Thompsons fate had served them as a warning. People were definitely talking about them but usually left them alone. And so they spent the breaks together snogging in some corner of the castle or behind the greenhouses and the evenings in the common room snuggling on one of the couches.

But with May came study season and Remus became increasingly stressed. Sirius of course didn't have any concerns about the N.E.W.T.s but Remus spend exceeding hours at the library, revising.

Today was one of those days. Remus was sat behind a pile of book with Sirius next to him who had tipped his chair back and played with the hood of Remus cloak, when Lily and Mary joined them giggeling about something.

"What is wrong with him?"

"Don't be so harsh Mary, he's only a kid."

"He is fifteen! I wasn't that supid at fifteen!"

"Who is stupid?" Sirius asked mildly intrigued.

"Lockhart." Lily dropped her books on the table and sat down across them.

"Who's that?"

"One of the 5th graders," mumbled Remus still focused on his book.

"The blonde one. Actually quite cute if he wasn't such a baby," Mary added.

"And what did he do?"

Lily and Mary exchanged a look and Lily looked over to Remus.

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Well...he said that he was going to 'romance' you," Lily giggled at her own words.

"What?" Remus looked up from his book.

"Yes. He seems to believe that he can unhitch Sirius. Absolutely ridiculous."

Remus frowned. Gilderoy Lockhart might be a little pretentious twat but he was quite good looking. A lot better than himself, anyway. Maybe he wasn't being that ridiculous...He looked over too Sirius who was pulling a face.

"What an idiot. Who does he think he is? Unhitch me...really." He turned to Remus. "Absurd isn't it?"

Remus shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his book. He felt queasy.

Since the revelation of Gilderoys plan and some - futile - flirting attempts from his side, he had become topic number one between Remus and Sirius and, by extension, the marauders as a whole. Sirius brushed the whole thing off as a kid having delusions and couldn't understand why Remus would feel threatened. Remus on the other hand was getting increasingly upset. James and Lily tried their best to calm him.

"Come on mate, do you really think Pads would cheat on you? That's mental."

"I am not worried that he will cheat, I am worried that he will leave me!"

"For a fifth grader."

Remus groaned in annoyance. "Look, I....its just..."

"He loves you."

"I know but I haven't exactly been a good boyfriend, haven't I? I made him keep it a secret for months, didn't tell him that I love him and now I am constantly busy studying. And I know he is bored. But I need to study if I want to pass and...and what if he is so bored that he'd rather spend some time with Gilderoy than another afternoon in the library..." he trailed off, feeling terrible.

James shook his head vigorously. "He doesn't care about that. Do you really think he'd leave you because he's bored?"

"Well frankly, yes. I do. Because being bored gives him time to think and then he might realize how blinded he was and how much better off he would be with someone else." His voice broke.

James put a hand on his shoulder. "Moony. You are worried about nothing. Believe me, if Sirius suddenly lost interest in you I would know."

James had a point, Remus thought. But the uneasy feeling didn't dissolve.

"Excuse me, help! You're a prefect, right?" a group of agitated students ran towards Remus who was on his way to the hall with Sirius.

"Yes. I am. What's the matter? And no running in the hallways please!" He just knew that Sirius was gonna make fun of his Prefect voice later.

"Gilderoy." The students tried to catch their breath. "He is at the Hippogriffs."

"What the fuck is he doing there," Sirius asked immediately pissed off.

"He wanted to ride one."

"What?! Does he have an urgent deathwish or something?"

"He wanted to impress...Well he wanted to impress you. Because you take care of them. So he thought if he could ride one..."

Sirius groaned loudly. "What is wrong with that kid?"

"But he got snatched!" Interrupted one of the younger students.

"Snatched?" asked Remus with growing concern. Sirius was already hurrying towards the paddock, the group of students in tow. Remus ran after them.

As they made their way downhill it started raining. Soon all of them were drenched. Suddenly a hippogriff emerged from the clouds, a screaming Gilderoy in it's claws.

Remus caught up to Sirius and grabbed his arm.

"Is this really your concern? What do you even want to do? Shouldn't we get a teacher?"

Sirius shook him off. "I can handle this."

"Sure okay, run to save him!"

Sirius spun around. "What is your problem? Do you want him to die?"

"And since when do you care about that? Or do you care because it's him?"

Sirius pulled a face, angry. "I care because of the hippogriffs. Do you know what happens if they kill someone? I won't let that happen." Sirius turned back around and continued walking.

"Sirius, wait. I...I'm sorry. I just don't want you to get hurt."

Sirius turned around again and in one swift motion pulled Remus into a brief but intense kiss. "I'll be fine."

Remus watched helplessly how Sirius entered the paddock, unleashed and mounted another hippogriff with ease and set off.

It took a few attempts until Sirius managed to free Gilderoy and steered all four off them safely to ground. The group of students and Remus watched in awe.

After they had landed Sirius grabbed Gilderoys arm and roughly dragged him off the paddock.

"Someone get him to the hospital wing."

"You saved me!" Gilderoy swooned. "How can I ever repay you?"

"By staying the fuck away from me! I've got a boyfriend and no intention about swapping him out, eventhough he seems to think otherwise. So get a fucking grip, kid." Sirius grabbed Remus hand und pulled him back to the castle.

They went back to the dorm, Sirius was drying off his wet hair and they both changed into dry clothes.

"I'm sorry about earlier," Remus said. "I was worried about him. I just...I guess I just didn't want you to be the one saving him. Stupid I know."

"Remus...you're not stupid. I mean...I guess I would probably be jealous too, if someone announced that he wants to take you away from me." Sirius pushed a strand of hair behind his ear. "I'm sorry I made you feel so insecure."

"It's not your fault..."

Sirius gently cupped Remus face. "I love you. And I don't want anyone else. Especially not this little twat."

Remus smiled weakly. "I feel like a little twat myself to be honest."

"You aren't. You are great. And you would never be so stupid. Trying to ride a hippogriff...fucking maniac."

Remus leaned his forehead against Sirius.

"Will we be okay?"

"Of course we will, Moonsy. We'll be just fine."

**

The exam season went by in a blur off study sessions, eating and sleeping. The last exam had finally passed and Remus could feel reasonably confident that he'd be leaving Hogwarts with decent grades and he could enjoy their final night at the pub without worries.

"So you two will start Auror training?" Mary asked Lily and James.

Lily nodded. "It sounds like it's quite challenging but I'm up for it"

"Of course you are! You are brilliant," James beamed at her and she blushed a little.

"What about you Pads, have you decided already? Are you going to join us?"

"Nah, don't think so. I would probably get into trouble the first week." Sirius grinned. "I thought maybe I'll do cursebreaking."

"Cursebreaking?" asked Peter surprised. "Isn't that super dangerous?"

Mary nodded, concerned: "I thought that was a job for when you desperately need money...didn't you get a bunch from your uncle?"

"Yes but I will certainly not rest on it. And I think it will be fun. I mean can you imagine me working for the ministry?"

Remus hesitantly shook his head. He couldn't. Actually cursebreaking was the perfect job for Sirius. He was made for it. But Peter was right. It was quite dangerous and Remus wasn't fond of the thought of Sirius getting hurt.

"You'll do great there, mate. They need people like you," James backed Sirius up.

"I guess chances are that we'd still work together sometimes. There is quite some overlap in the fields."

"And what about you, Remus?" Mary turned to him now.

"Me? Oh I don't now. I guess I'll see what I can get."

Mary frowned. "But you're grades should be good, with all the time you spend studying. I'm sure you'll have options."

Remus forced a smile. With his lycanthropy in mind he doubted her words strongly. "We'll see."

He could feel Sirius nudging him under the table, sensing his discomfort. "Well if you don't find anything I can always take care of you."

Remus shook his head decidedly. "No. Absolutely not."

"Why not?" Sirius asked, sounding offended.

"Because I don't want you to. I need to be able to support myself."

"Well sure, but if you weren't I could..."

"No."

Mary and Lily exchanged puzzled looks. "I don't get why that would be necessary..." Lily wondered.

"And why would you not want that? Not having to work, being taken care of...sounds nice to me," Mary mused.

"Well I don't like it. I don't want to be dependent on someone else."

"You are making it sound liked I'd use it to control you," Sirius complained.

"No, I don't think that. I just..." I don't deserve it, he thought.

Sirius huffed. "Suit yourself. But I will not let you starve, as stubborn as you might be, trust me I am worse." He gave Remus a smile and Remus couldn't help but return it. He knew, if he had to be dependent on someone, then he wanted it to be Sirius.

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NEON: imagine one of the very first robots humanity ever made over 10000 years ago. Now imagine its a mech suit colored like a fucking neon sign (thats the fucking name anyway) and that gives 「MADE IN HEAVEN」 a run for its money. Done? Good you have died of 1 kinetic done by a disgruntled guy who punched your mech cause you were too busy cosplaying sonic the hedgehog

ARGON: we have no idea why you would want to pick this, but fuck you its (partially) your problem now. This fucking thing was meant to be an all-terrain landscaper and now all it does is shit explosions like its no tomorrow. Unlike what the joke would imply, people who want a mech that turns everyrhing it touches into a bomb *DON'T* want a quiet life.

KRYPTON: the only mech with a +3 Tech Attack, and holy fucking Metat Aun what the actual fuck. 99% of the codebase is liturgicode and- ok so get this. Basically one time there was this HORUS cell (yeah, @horus-unofficial, those guys) and we were like "yeah lets ask management what can they do about this fucking thing we can let them have some KRYPTONs and theres also some shit we have to declassify so maybe we can have them leak shit to the public???" (NO JOKE. WE TOLD HORUS SECRETS *SPECIFICALLY* SO THEY WOULD LEAK THEM) and 3...5... idk some/most of them were like "did you fucking invent MetaParaParacasualty 2 to make this???" Anyways yeah this thing can send data thru a fcuking Trueblack Aegis. Somehow.

RADON: a strange, half-molten fuckboy that makes @harrison-armory-incorporated officials fail NNN because its literally an exposed reactor on legs that inflicts heat. And also seems to give the mech the Crippling Depression Meme status. If you want to creampie your opponent with gamma rays and leave then ahegao-ing for more uh- go ahead i guess???

OGANESSON: do you want to make Atlas pilots think they're in an episode of Attack on titan? Do you want to have the funny ゴゴゴ letters near you when you approach someone? Do you want to get a fully-charged apocalypse rail to the face and live? Then i hope you enjoy looking like a Genghis MK1 that was built to be the size of a fucking skyscraper. This one (unlike the barbarossa) doesnt have a MEGA DETH LAZOR OF SUPAH OVERKILLING FOREVERESTEREST 9001BILLIONTRILLIONQUADRILLION COCK AND BALL TORTURE DLC+ featuringdantefromdevilmaycry but hey you can have two Superheavy weapons (FOR SOME FUCKING REASON) or 4 heavy weapons so if you want to be REALLY funny. Just if you want to.

UNUNOCTIUM: [DATA EXPUNGED]

[angelthingy]

maybe transfems having that cringe babytrans phase isnt a bad thing actually!!!! maybe u shouldnt look down on them for being further in ur transition than them!!!!!! maybe saying you "only find it cringe cus they look like men trying to act cute" is actually a bit shitty????? even if you're trans urself????? 4 some reason ppl act SO weird about trans ppl (particularly transfems) who are like completely new to the idea of transitioning and often behave in a way what some ppl consider to be "kinda cringe" because that might be affirming to their gender and its like jfkdsjhfkdshf i dont care if they're acting all cutesy and u think they're "mocking women" or something?????? cus like- for one they fucking arent they're trying to be themselves- i dont care if they have a super squeaky unrealistic voice cus like. can we stop judging people by their voices like- ever- not everyone wants to voice train/has the same results from doing it AND like they found out they were trans like a week ago they obviously had no time to do it even if they did want to- or like judging them for buying "femboy-ish" clothes that nobody actually wears in public like OK who cares though they're probably just wearing it in private to feel good about themselves and if they're wearing it in public then thats fucking even BETTER like im SO jealous of that confidence jfkdhslkfshdf random rant cus people have just gotta be more normal abt ppl early in transition regardless of whether they think its cringe or whatever grrrrr

[threestripeslider]

How did you find the confidence to put your work out into the community?

I’ve been wanting to make my own fic for this community, since the inspiration from you and a bunch of other creators was influential on me. But I’m worried it won’t be well received,

I would love to join the peepaw multiverse, honestly, all of your stories are amazing and I believe my idea is a good one. But I’m not sure how to execute it.

Any words of advice?

tbh as blase as it sounds; i do what i want.

my fics have always kind of been written for me by me exclusively, the only reason why i put them online is bc sometimes i think "hey someone might like that too!" there's a reason why i put "self-indulgence" in the tags a lot bc it really is, im literally just entertaining myself and invite anyone who's even vaguely interested to come and see too. sometimes people will come and flock together, sometimes not, and thats fine to me. i know i joke a lot about "oh i got a good grade in public approval" or something but honestly? im past that point; my writing is a well-loved hobby of mine and i don't need anyone's attention to find enjoyment in it.

so i guess it has to do a lot with yourself, yknow? im not really sure how to coach self-confidence LMAO if you like your idea, then go for it!! it's your idea!! only you know how your idea pans out. im literally just some guy on the internet sitting in a specific nook and playing with my blorbos as ppl occasionally say hello KJSBKJDB–

and again; the Peepaw Multiverse is pretty much open-source, it isnt some fancy club to be accepted in. if you got a peepaw, then they'll most likely fit into the PMV haha!! i honestly do not hold a monopoly over it – it's also not something that's super serious, it's basically just a bunch of ppl playing dolls bc its funny. sure, some faces might pop up way more than others but once you stop viewing everything as some grand popularity contest, things get a lot more enjoyable bc i can assure you, there will always be at least one person who will like your stuff. maybe they're quiet but they're there and i think thats kind of heartwarming. but i do encourage ppl to voice their joy over other people's creations bc then we can enjoy it together!!

[lunarsilkscreen]

Ens*tification

[reference link] whenever somebody says something like this, it means they're criticizing the vibe of the space and not the space itself. Because they won't address their own numbers and instead discourage*other* users from using the platform.

"Seat's taken."

This happens in all sorts of social settings as well. Including Bars, Clubs, Coffee Shops, Public Spaces in General, and even Public Playgrounds (F*ing tiger moms dude.)

Not because of any tangible reason, just because the overall vibe has changed.

Let's start with the privatized dislike button: First, bigger creators had a penchant for attempting to *ratio* certain creators. Usually smaller creators, because they felt fear that the smaller creators were better than them and they *needed to control their territory* like they were a f*ing member of the crips, and some new guy would stop their growth. Some random users would also use bot farms just because they didn't like somebody.

Howard Stern did this too at one point in his career. And, what it ended up doing was encouraging people that hated his type of content into listening to other creators who were polar opposite him.

But it also encouraged *other* creators to act this way, and, ironically; Ens*ified radio into this bizarre place where it seemed like *only* shock Jocks could thrive. Unless you lived in Texas, then it was 24/7 Christian radio. (Because they banned the Shock Jocks.)

Censure by any other name...

Google is a near internet monopoly, Bigger than Amazon in scope and power. They have control over large portions of the backend of the internet. But "it's not a monopoly" because another monopoly controls access to those backends.

Even Amazon is beholden to the gatekeepers and Google's backrooms.

So it's not like I care about what happens to YouTube. But the fact they can produce this content AND get an audience, AND not be demonetized, should mean something to them.

And no matter how much activism there is for a public shared, equal access internet, it's nearly always ignored. Because of technology illiteracy. And these shock Jocks who, I don't want to say pollute the space, because that's kinda their whole shtick.

They obfuscate things that would benefit their shtick, because they constantly feel the pressure of being under attack for their craft.

They focus heavily on what people see on their home screen. They don't realize that the algorithm dictates that on purpose. Sharing child-safe content with children, and spicy content for spicy content viewers. (And, like hot ones, has multiple spice levels depending on what you can stand.)

If you want to address a larger, or more different audience, you could always create a new channel that follows those specifics. But they'd rather have a single channel with all their content.

If you're using clickbait for your videos, you're targeting ignorant people and small children. YouTube started a campaign on removing certain more spicy creators from the "children" space, because parents were complaining about contrapoints and philosophy tube *literally getting undressed on camera* and doing shows naked, and all the parents said was "just don't be in the child spaces."

Writers would call this *the hook*, and what you don't know, thats all clickbait is. But when you rely too heavily on clickbait.... There is no hook.

The same problem occurs with other sites. certain other shock jock creators, and twitch as a whole which, when I signed up, had an entire front page of bathtub streamers and voice actors from porn spaces (still doing porn acting).

"No really, I joined Twitch for the gaming, I swear."

That's some real HQ content there guys.

"WHERE ARE ALL THE VIEWERS GOING IF ALL OUR CONTENT IS NSFW!?"

There's a lot of people manufacturing all this "small creators can't even make money anymore and are financially dependent on viewership!!!"

But here's the thing, no they most likely are not. Having been funded by alternate sources. Or they make content in their spare time. Or saved some money in order to go job hunting and make money on the side.

If they're financially dependent on youtube, they are not a small time creator. They have an established audience, and can't be cancelled.

But since they're all making their chosen content creation spaces an objectively worse place to make content, the question remains; what will these spaces do about it? They're not going to cave to their demands. They likely can't afford to pay more. And creators can't leave the platform and make content elsewhere. (Because they're too reliant on the platform and can't afford it.)

They're intentionally trying to make it a worse place in order to build up subscription services to drive customers to themselves. But the only customers they will get, are the ones who're already fans *and* can afford it.

But they don't see that either. But they do know they can't just leave the service they're a part of. Because they've tethered themselves down.

I have written about the internet, the current problems the internet faces, and possible solutions for those problems. But, alas, nobody is listening.

Or are they?

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

When A Heart Starts Beating - An Unfinished, Kinda Abandoned Mallow Work

A killer with no emotion, killing just to see how far he can go without being caught, finishes up his latest kill. When he goes to go home, he runs into a tired woman who is kind to him without a clue of who he was. Almost shocked at her, he begins to haunt and stalk her, his mind focused on just one thing...

Endless nothing. Thats what he felt. It was like he was asleep, with no sense of the dream that ran through his mind.

He walked down the street, the bloodied knife in his pocket. His clothing was clean of all the blood and gore he had created when he had gutted the petty thief in the alleyway. His eyes were dull as always, void of anything remotely human, only a pale green in the streetlight.

He had taken far too long on the man, for when he had begun, the sun had just set over the horizon. Now the waning crescent moon was almost over his head, mocking him for his loss of time. He finally reached the bus stop, taking a seat on the bench before checking his watch. 10:46. Almost an hour over what he had planned.

"Excuse me..."

His eyes shot upward, to focus on a young woman with a white blouse and blue jeans on. Her blonde hair was in a messy ponytail, and her silverish eyes showed she had been overworked, and was trying to keep from falling asleep right there. She carried a green camo backpack, her fist clutching it loosely.

"May I sit next to you?" She asks, motioning to his right side.

"Why ask permission? It's a public bench." He says, his voice low and solid. It wasn't a rude tone, it was more logical, emotionless. A fact.

"Oh! I know... Just didn't want to be rude, yeah?" She says, a reddish tint going to her cheeks. She goes past him and sits down, pulling up the bag and opening it. She pulls out a sandwich bag, and opens it, pulling out a seemingly hours old peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She looks to him, and digs in her bag again, pulling out a baggie of small chocolates, clearly slightly melted. She pulls one out, and holds one out to him. "Would you like one...?"

He turns his head, eyeing the candy, before eyeing her.

"Why?" "To enjoy one. Why else?" She says, smiling slightly. He pauses, before taking it, unwrapping the small chocolate before popping it into his mouth. He would admit to himself that he did rather enjoy sweets, chocolate being his preferred choice in things. The woman smiles, and leaves the bag open between them, taking a bite out of her sandwich. She ate it fast, he noticed, chewing for a couple of seconds before swallowing, and taking another bite immediately after. He also noticed that she stole several glances at him, her eyes curious and concerned. After she finished her sandwich, she plays with one of the chocolates. Questions burned within him about her, so he made his move.

"Why are you out late tonight?" He asks, figuring it was a question most people would ask.

"I was kept very late after work... My boss was a jackass and changed the schedule on me without notifying me..." She says, sighing, before smiling slightly. "If I may ask the same question, why are you out here?"

"I suppose its for the same reason... I was late coming out of a meeting." He says, facing forward at that. She hands him another piece of chocolate, he slightly smiling himself as he took it. He caught that she changed the direction back on him, wondering what held her from complaining more.

"To assholes who make us late." She says, raising her own piece to his. He did the same, before both of them devouring their pieces. She smiles, he guessed from the taste, and turns to him. "What bus are you waiting for?"

"The number 12."

"How coincidental. That is the bus I am getting on." She says, the reddish tint back on her face. He nods, and begins to notice other things about her. She was rather on the short side, he could estimate her height was around 5'2 or at most 5'3, she was 'curvy' as most men would say, her hips wide and her waist smaller. Her stomach was not flat, but not not more than a bump. Her breasts were rather large, almost amusing him that she show any signs of back problems. Her roundish face showed more emotion than most women, also showing she smiled or laughed often, from the lines around her mouth. He notices that she seemed to be examining him as well, her eyes darting up and down his form with a slight surprise in her eyes.

"I forgot to ask your name, if you don't mind." He asks, snapping her out of her thoughts. Her eyes lock on his, and she gives him an purely innocent smile.

"Name's Amber. You?" She asks, he debating mentally before deciding.

"My name is Vladimir..." He says, bowing his head once.

"Do you go by Vlad?" She asks, tilting her head slightly.

"At times. I will allow it from you." He says, earning a smile from her. She puts out her hand, looking at him with a friendly gaze.

"Nice to meet you, Vlad." She says, he chuckling before taking her hand and lightly shaking it.

"Same to you, Amber..."

At that, the bus pulls up with a loud whoosh, and the doors open. She grabs her bag, zips it up, before rushing on board, he taking his time after her. She puts on a token in the machine, and goes to an empty seat, placing her bag beside her. He enters his token, and goes to her seat.

"May I... sit next to you?" He asks, motioning to the spot with her bag. She looks, and a sly smile enters her lips.

"Why ask permission? It's a public... seat." She says, moving her bag onto her lap. He, in turn, smiles and sits down.

"I just didn't want to be rude..."

After a short bus ride across the city, it came to the stop on the street of Chestnut Boulevard, where Amber looks at Vlad.

"This is my street..." She says, her eyebrows furrowed. She didn't like how dark it was, and how spooky the street seemed now in the dead of night.

"Would you like company to your home, Ms Amber?" Vlad asked, almost if he could hear her thoughts. She smiles shyly, embarrassed at herself for liking that idea.

"Yes... I would like that. If you don't mind, I mean." Amber nods, Vlad chuckling as he got up from his seat.

"I do not mind at all, actually." Vlad answers, taking her bag for her as she gets up from her spot.

"I really appreciate this... It's silly, but with all the crime that has been happening, and seeing on how late it is... I get a little nervous." She says, as she leaves the bus, he following her. They stand on the sidewalk as the bus drives away, leaving them alone in the street light.

"I understand, Amber. Now, lead on to your residence." He says, she nodding once more as she walks down the street.

Her thoughts began to swim around her, wondering about the strange man who was her new friend. The way he spoke pointed to the fact that he was extremely intelligent, in her mind. She knew it was dangerous to just talk to strangers, especially strange men in the middle of the night, but even if he was a bit particular, he didn't seem like a bad man. He was dressed in what her sister referred to as a 'detective's' coat, better known as a trench coat, a white button up shirt, and black suit pants, so it was somewhat believable that he could work in an office. His hair was black, tamed yet wild. A thin beard covered his jawline, along with an also thin mustache. It was his eyes, although, that interested her most. An emotionless green with a ring of gold around his pupil. Most eyes showed hopes, dreams, fears, the soul of the being they belonged to. His eyes... His eyes were empty, as if he did not have a soul.

"Again, thank you for doing this. I know you must think I am paranoid." She says again, walking beside him.

"None at all. There is a serial killer wondering the streets as well, and I would not want to leave you by yourself." He says, a half smile passing on his lips. She smiles back, and after a few moments of silence, walks up to her apartment building.

"This is my stop. Would you like to come inside and sit a spell?" She asks before she can stop herself.

"I cannot at the moment, Amber. I must get to my own home." He says, handing over her bag before bowing. "I have escorted to your home."

"Oh! Thank you again, Vlad. You are my hero." She says, smiling sweetly as she takes her bag. Vlad seemed to freeze at that, before standing, his eyes clouded with... confusion?

"I will... take my leave then. Good night, Amber." He says, his voice nearly cracking.

"Good night Vlad." She replies, walking into her building. She goes up the stairs to the 3rd landing, and pulls out her key. She unlocks door C5 and walks in, flipping on the lights as she does. She lays down her bag on the couch, and walks to her room, falling on the bed as she replays the evening's events in her mind.

Vlad's breath was quickened as he makes his way down the street, his heart beating like never before. He wondered why his body was acting like this, why he felt so... confused. Why he was feeling so... light and fresh after talking with the woman? What was this feeling that was filling his chest? These were the thoughts that swarmed his head as he walked into his home, an old brownstone not far from the woman's apartment building. He goes into the kitchen, where he placed the bloodied knife in his coat in the sink, before heading to his room, where he sits on the edge of his bed.

"What is this...? It feels... rather... nice." Vlad says, a smile forming on his lips. The mere thought of the woman made him feel... "Feel? I... This is emotion?"

He lays back, and smirks, his mind now focusing on the woman that had captivated him so. He closes his eyes, and for the first time in his life, began to dream.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Teeth - yes, teeth - stared at you where eyes should be. Pearl white teeth that clicked together - a sickening click meant to haunt dreams. Yet, despite all of it, you continued to smile back at him.

This for some reason reminded me of that fan art i saw on Pinterest with dream and cori wearing face masks on his eyes 😭😭😭😭😭😭 AND DREAM SAYS A SOFT SORRY 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀RIP CORINTHIAN

Idk lemme look for it

Update i got tired im assuming its lost in time and space now 😔✊

“No, not at all.” His rich syrupy voice inflected with a southern drawl, even more pronounced with the lingering effects of sleep.

JSNSJSSJJ YUM SYRUP YUM

“You are just too sweet, I could eat you up.” He popped the ‘p’, then tossed you a wolfish grin.

WOLFISH GRIN YUM i mean ive heard these descriptions before but idk they sound better when u write it😋

“Yeah, your problem.”

Me. YOU GO GIRLE!

“Oh, now don’t go pushin’ on it.” He leaned in and pecked your forehead. But, neither of you were satisfied with it, so he kissed your lips. So sweet, so addictingly sweet. Smirking, he whispered against your lips. “You know I was thinking about hopping into the shower, care to join me?”

FOREHEAD KITH 💗🥰😚😚😚 also ?????????? Rejecting to join the shower. Madame there is an environmental crises. ???????????? are u dumb? #SAVETHETURTLES

It was frankly an ordinary pair of sunglasses neatly folded on the nightstand. However, ordinary also wasn’t the correct word. It was a unique pair because it was the Corinthian’s sunglasses which hid his true nature out in public. Sunglasses he freely tossed aside once in the confinements of your home.

No but the power you hold 😫👑 hot girl queen shit

Unfortunately, in this moment, you only had one thought in mind: to try them on for yourself.

HOW IS THAT UNFORTUNATE DO IT DO IT FOR ALL OF US THATS THE FIRST THING ID DO IF I GOT THE DUDE OUT OF HIS GLASSES

You hopped out of bed and walked over to the full length mirror hanging on the closet door. You smiled at yourself. You had to admit you loved how they looked on you. Like how they framed your face, how they made you feel. Staring at yourself, you started to goofy faces then just downright admired yourself.

Me. Silly goofy 😜🤪

He chuckled softly. You were certainly something, something he loved sinking his teeth into. His hands glided down and gripped your hips. He nipped at your neck. You gasped. He smirked, the same buttery smirk he always wears. He brought your hips back, making you grind on him just a bit. At the small sensation, a pleasant hum vibrated in the back of his throat.

ALSO BUTTERY SMILE YUM

A hand snaked up your body - over your curves and valleys, leaving a trail of goosebumps - and wrapped gently around your throat. It tipped your head back, so you could look at yourself in the mirror head on. Corinthian smiled deviously. “Now, now, sweetheart, I think you need to see this.”

Silly goofy 😜🤪

His sunglasses hung on the tip of your nose. Looking over top of them, you made eye contact with him. He only smirked, one that held a hidden agenda. His hand - wrapped around your throat - came up and pushed his glasses back properly on your face. His face nuzzled into your neck, starting to bite and bruise you.

“My, my, what has you all turned on?” His finger teased your entrance again. Your heart pounded against your flushed chest and ears. All his doing. “Come on, answer me, sweetheart. Who has you all in a tizzy?”

RAT MOVES 👹👹👹🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬👎👎👎👎🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

“Ah, I want you to look.” With his free hand, he grabbed your chin making you look at the mirror.

[im not into voyeurism but anything for you daddy]

He chuckled. A deep vibration felt in your chest. Yet, despite knowing how close you were, his fingers slipped out of you.

I TOLD YOU HE WAS A RAT I TOLD YOU 👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎

He purred. “Slow down, sweetheart.”

STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO

He hummed. “Say it nicely.”

[BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES SIR]

He hissed through his teeth. “Darlin’, I don’t know.”

[IN TEARS]

You whimpered. “Please, please, I want you.”

WHAT SHE SAID

Your eyes flickered up, over the edge of glasses. Your mouth had fallen apart into a silent moan. Corinthian smirked from behind you, looming behind you. His skin glistened in sunlight like a god made of stars. He radiated warmth, but his actions always said otherwise.

THE JUXTAPOSITION

He dropped his head, opening his eyes. He connected with yours in the mirror. He tossed you a tired smile, and bent over you. The same smirk, cocky and somewhat arrogant, wormed its way onto his beautiful lips. He whispered into your ear. “Care to join me in the shower now?”

Look at You

Summary: With his back turned, you decided to try on your love’s, the Corinthian, sunglasses. But, only trying them on will come with some consequences.

Word Count: ~2.2k

Reader: Afab

Warning: Smut (fingering, dirty talk, teasing/begging, unprotected sex (doggystyle), mirror sex)

Requested by the sweet @dreamstatednightmare

MINOR DNI/ 18+ ONLY

You inhaled softly, awaking to a new day. Cracking open your eyes, the yellow hues of the morning sunlight streamed in through the windows. Dust particles - that hung loosely in the air - now twinkled like your own galaxy trapped within your four walls.

You sighed, and snuggled deeper into the warmth of bed and sheets. Your head lolled over to the side. A smile - so joyful, pure of adoration - crossed your lips.

Your miniature stars of your galaxy floated down, haloing around your love’s face. He basked in the early morning golden hue, like a god sculpted by fire and wonder. His voice was a deep vibrato, a harmonious symphony, that hummed within your bones down to your soul. It uplifted you. His touch was downright intoxicating that left you addicted and always wishing - aching - for more. His essence enveloped you, he became the sun to your barren earth.

He was perfect.

“You’re staring again, sweetheart.”

Still smiling, you snorted. “Is that a problem?”

Corinthian titled his head over to you. He opened his eyes, smiling widely.

Nightmare. A monsterous vision.

Teeth - yes, teeth - stared at you where eyes should be. Pearl white teeth that clicked together - a sickening click meant to haunt dreams. Yet, despite all of it, you continued to smile back at him.

“No, not at all.” His rich syrupy voice inflected with a southern drawl, even more pronounced with the lingering effects of sleep.

You completely rolled over, facing him. “Good.”

He laughed once. “You really are somethin’, aren’t ya?”

“Yeah, your problem.”

With quick reflexes, he threw his arm out over your waist and drew you in, pressing you firmly against his chest. Your smile only widened, despite being face to face with a literal nightmare. No fears, no worries, only love flooded over you. Such a dizzying warmth.

“You are just too sweet, I could eat you up.” He popped the ‘p’, then tossed you a wolfish grin.

“You could, but who would keep you company?” Your hands skimmed up his chest.

“You think I couldn’t find someone else?” He teased.

“No one as good as me.”

He clicked his tongue. “Now, you may be right about that.”

“I’m always right.”

“Oh, now don’t go pushin’ on it.” He leaned in and pecked your forehead. But, neither of you were satisfied with it, so he kissed your lips. So sweet, so addictingly sweet. Smirking, he whispered against your lips. “You know I was thinking about hopping into the shower, care to join me?”

You hummed in thought. “Tempting.”

“But?”

“But, I’ll sit this one out … for now.”

“Ooo, I like that promise.”

He kissed your lips once more before rolling out of bed. Your eyes trailed after him, hungrily taking him in. He strolled into the bathroom shutting the door behind him, hiding him from your view.

You flopped onto your back, sighing.

The pipes creaked as the shower turned on.

Now, you could get up to start your day as well. Maybe, you could make breakfast for the two of you … or you could stay in the comfort of your bed just a little while longer.

You peered back over to the closed bathroom door, but something was caught in your peripheral - something shone, glittered, in the sunlight. All your attention shifted.

Sunglasses.

It was frankly an ordinary pair of sunglasses neatly folded on the nightstand. However, ordinary also wasn’t the correct word. It was a unique pair because it was the Corinthian’s sunglasses which hid his true nature out in public. Sunglasses he freely tossed aside once in the confinements of your home.

He trusted you, wholeheartedly. Trusted and loved you enough to shed his mask.

Unfortunately, in this moment, you only had one thought in mind: to try them on for yourself.

You snuck a glance to the bathroom door. Still closed, and the shower still ran. If you listened closely you could hear the soft whistling from the Corinthian. Biting back a giddy smile, you scrambled across the bed and plucked up the dark circular sunglasses.

You slipped them on. You were taken back by how dark the room became, it was nearly pitch black.

How does he see in these?

You hopped out of bed and walked over to the full length mirror hanging on the closet door. You smiled at yourself. You had to admit you loved how they looked on you. Like how they framed your face, how they made you feel. Staring at yourself, you started to goofy faces then just downright admired yourself.

You laughed, having your fun and turned away.

Arms snuck around your waist.

Your breath was taken away, your heart leapt up into your throat. Turning your head back to the mirror, your eyes locked onto the Corinthian directly behind you. His pale blonde hair slicked back as water droplets occasionally dripped off the one loose strand. His body, his skin still damp and slightly red, radiated an intense heat from the shower. Your clothes soon stuck to his bare chest. And to top it off, all he had covering himself was a towel tucked around his waist.

And although he couldn’t see your wide shocked eyes, he could perfectly picture it in his mind. He chuckled, tightening his grip. “Having fun, darlin’?”

You laughed once, a little nervous. Would he be mad? Upset? “Yeah, uh, sorry.”

“Oh, now don’t be sorry, sweetheart.” He dropped his head, his lips skimmed over your neck. “I think they look good on you.”

You tucked your chin to your chest, feeling both relief and bashful by his honey sweet words.

He chuckled softly. You were certainly something, something he loved sinking his teeth into. His hands glided down and gripped your hips. He nipped at your neck. You gasped. He smirked, the same buttery smirk he always wears. He brought your hips back, making you grind on him just a bit. At the small sensation, a pleasant hum vibrated in the back of his throat.

You shivered. Your head tipped forward, craning to the side to give him better access. His glasses slid down the bridge of your nose

A hand snaked up your body - over your curves and valleys, leaving a trail of goosebumps - and wrapped gently around your throat. It tipped your head back, so you could look at yourself in the mirror head on. Corinthian smiled deviously. “Now, now, sweetheart, I think you need to see this.”

His sunglasses hung on the tip of your nose. Looking over top of them, you made eye contact with him. He only smirked, one that held a hidden agenda. His hand - wrapped around your throat - came up and pushed his glasses back properly on your face. His face nuzzled into your neck, starting to bite and bruise you.

“I want you to keep them, sweetheart.” He mumbled into your skin. “And keep your eyes on me, on what I do.”

His fingers traced down your body, loving how easily you squirmed. His fingers landed on the waistband of your sweatpants. He picked at the elastic, humming in minor disapproval.

“Step out of those pants for me, would you darlin’?” You obeyed without a second thought. You shimmed out of your sweatpants then kicked them to the side. “And these too.”

He tugged on your underwear. You pulled them off, and decidedly your shirt too, tossing them to the growing pile. Your heart hammered in your chest, absolutely thrilled by the quick turn of events.

His eyes raked over your body. He smiled, showing all his teeth like a ferocious hungry animal. “Perfect.”

His arms shot out and yanked you towards his body. He twisted you around, ensuring you faced the mirror. He peppered kisses down your jaw and neck. Each kiss, you fell - fell into depravity, fell into his waiting arms. His fingers danced over your body, tracing over your curves. Your skin screamed - ached, yearned - for more. His fingers skimmed down your thighs then towards your core. But, he only teased. With a feathery touch, he glided over your inner thigh.

Leaning into him, you let out a shaky breath.

He smirked, deviously. He kissed your neck - a mere distraction. With one finger, he dipped down, swiping along your wet folds.

Your breath hitched.

“My, my, what has you all turned on?” His finger teased your entrance again. Your heart pounded against your flushed chest and ears. All his doing. “Come on, answer me, sweetheart. Who has you all in a tizzy?”

Licking your lips, you breathed out, “You.”

“That’s right.”

He circled around your clit, playing with it - teasing you as he always did. You dropped your head back into him. Fluttering your eyes closed, a string of curses passed under your breath.

“Ah, I want you to look.” With his free hand, he grabbed your chin making you look at the mirror.

Darkness stared back.

You shivered.

Your naked body was solely supported by him, while he hid from view. All you saw his smirk and of course his fingers. How they wondered over your body, and reflected in the light with your juices. You swallowed, nervously. Your eyes locked onto his hand, onto his skillful fingers as they dipped between your folds and inside of you.

You whimpered.

His fingers pumped in and out of you, slowly working you to your high. “You’re okay, I got you.” He whispered in your ear.

Even through the dark glasses, you could easily see how his fingers disappeared inside of you. And if you couldn’t see, you could most definitely hear the sinful wet noises.

Your hands flew up, threading into his damp hair. You tugged on the golden strains, needing to cling to him, needing all the support to keep you upright. You greedily grinded down on his fingers.

He moaned, loving how you were losing yourself in such intense feelings. “Hmm, just like that sweetheart, just like that.”

The heel of his palm grinded into your clit. Moaning, you bucked your hips. More. His fingers curled. Your walls fluttered. More. He smiled to himself. He pumped faster, giddy how close you were reaching your end. You yanked on his hair, whining. You rocked your hips desperately chasing your high.

He chuckled. A deep vibration felt in your chest. Yet, despite knowing how close you were, his fingers slipped out of you.

You whined, unabashedly.

“Come here.”

He moved you around the bed, and easily bent you over the edge - all in front of the mirror, or so you could look at yourself head on. Your hands rested on the bed with your ass sticking out. Nerves and excitement fluttered through you. His towel dropped with a soft thud, and your heart rate spiked. He grabbed your hips and his cock teased your entrance.

You were needy, you were desperate. You immediately pushed back, wiggling your hips.

He purred. “Slow down, sweetheart.”

He continued to tease you, just sinking his tip between your folds. Oh how he enjoyed how you became more and more vocal. Such a devious man in such a beautiful package.

Such trickery, such irony, such poetry.

“Please,” you begged.

He hummed. “Say it nicely.”

“Please, Corinthian.”

He hissed through his teeth. “Darlin’, I don’t know.”

You whimpered. “Please, please, I want you.”

Your words hung in the air. He said nothing, as if weighing them. Then he leaned down, his lips brushed over the shell of your ear. “Now, that is begging, sweetheart.”

His cock slipped inside you, and your wall eagerly welcomed him.

“Ooo, look at you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes flickered up, over the edge of glasses. Your mouth had fallen apart into a silent moan. Corinthian smirked from behind you, looming behind you. His skin glistened in sunlight like a god made of stars. He radiated warmth, but his actions always said otherwise.

His was a contradiction, but your contradiction.

He rocked his hips, sliding in and out with such ease. You dropped to your forearms. “Fuck.”

Corinthian chuckled. His fingers dug into your hips, definitely bruising them. He began to pick up his pace.

Your head tipped forward, burying into the sheets. Unbothered by how the glasses pressed into your face. Your whines and moans were muffled. You pushed back, grinding into him.

He moaned. “Ooo, just like that darlin’.”

He pounded into you, and you matched his pace. His skin smacked against you, such a resounding delicious sound. Higher and higher you both rose. Your walls fluttered around him. His cocked twitched and he moaned.

You whined. “Corinthian.”

“Come on, come for my sweetheart, I know you can do it.” He lifted your head, making you look at yourself in the mirror again. “I want you to watch yourself.”

His cock kissed deep within you, hitting such delightful spots.

You whimpered.

With each hit, you reached higher and higher and -

And you finally crashed.

You moaned, watching yourself as you came around him.

Corinthian chuckled. He grabbed your hips forcibly and continuously pounded into you making you ride out your orgasm while chasing his own. And you watched, utterly entranced by him. Your nightmare wrapped in a dream. He closed his eyes, tipping his head back to the gods. His mouth fell open and he moaned out your name.

You shivered.

He dropped his head, opening his eyes. He connected with yours in the mirror. He tossed you a tired smile, and bent over you. The same smirk, cocky and somewhat arrogant, wormed its way onto his beautiful lips. He whispered into your ear. “Care to join me in the shower now?”

You laughed, breathless. “Absolutely.”

[elysianslove]

omg wait ok who in jjk do you think is an ass, thigh or tits person?? also congrats on 4k thats so sexc of u!!! you're so talented you deserve every one of them <33 MWAH

bb thank you so much ily so much <333 kiss kiss mwah <333 and! thank you for asking this i have been waiting for this ask to come into my inbox. warning; suggestive and mentions of nsfw

ITADORI YUUJI is an ass person. aside from the fact that it’s canon, i see him as someone that’s just mesmerized with ass. loves seeing it in jeans, or those patterned loose pants yk the one that make everyone’s ass jiggle, or in a tight dress, or in booty shorts. and not just that! he loves to be touching you too. as his s/o, you are never free from his groping hands. loves to lift you up and just place his hands on your ass, to ‘keep you steady’ or whatever, and also loves to lay on your ass if you’re on your stomach. makes you laugh so it jiggles against his head/cheek. he’s a bit too shy to smack your ass in public, but catch him doing it all the time at home. like as you’re passing by him or standing there minding your business. or just always having a handful of your ass when you two are sitting down/cuddling. definitely fake fucks you when you bend over too just saying. 

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI i see more as a tits kinda guy. he says doesn’t have a preference, but that all changes when he sees you in a low-cut revealing shirt. he’s a respectful guy so he will be trying not to look. it doesn’t really work though. it’s not that he doesn’t like ass or thighs, it’s more that whenever he sees your tits it goes to his dick a lot quicker lmao. he loves, loves, loves it when you don’t wear a bra, no matter the shirt you wear, no matter your breast size, and if it’s see through as well? consider him dead. oh and megumi’s hands are large. i’m not saying he has a size kink but, there’s just something about the way they look against your breasts. also! he really likes,,, just, kinda, fondling with them. holding them, groping them, as he’s sitting there. it’s fun. and warm. also adores stuffing his face against your chest, even if you have small tits, he just likes it. it’s all about the intimacy of laying on your lover’s naked chest for him <3 

KUGISAKI NOBARA is definitely a tits kinda girl. like no questions, no criticisms, nothing just vibes and titties. she loves the way they look, the way they feel, in her hands, in her mouth, literally anything and everything. considering she has breasts too, she knows just how comforting it is to hold onto them just randomly. if you have big breasts, she’s in heaven as she stuffs her face against them, nothing nsfw just cause. if you have small breasts, she’s still in heaven as she just sucks on them as a stress reliever. she’s like a toddler when she’s stressed like ‘lemme suck on your tiddies pls’ lmfao. also!! she is a fashion icon, an star, an idol, she knows the type of clothes that look flattering and which don’t. also she loves to go bra shopping with you just so she can get into the changing room and start groping and bouncing your breasts to test out the bra, as she claims. but yes, she’s a titties girl! 

RYOMEN SUKUNA is, if not an all kinda guy, a thighs man. wears them like ear muffs lmfao. his infatuation was first purely nsfw, and he would show it by constantly leaving bruises all over them, marking you, whether it was from his tight, vice like grip, or from his mouth. but then over time it became just genuine love and fascination, especially after that one time you had whined at him after sex to just massage your sore thighs for you. he’d begrudgingly agreed, but then he ended up loving the feel of kneading them in his strong hands. and after growing comfortable with cuddling, his favorite position is just where his head is in between your thighs and your ankles are crossed at his chest. he can stay like that for hours honestly. also he likes to have his hands resting there, squeezing every once in a while. but, like i said, sukuna just likes your body in general. 

INUMAKI TOGE was a little more difficult to decide, and i’m still not that sure of this, but i think he’d be an ass person, just because i think he’s lowkey very touchy with his s/o and he’d like to just— rest his hands there all the time. likes it when the two of you are cuddling and you leg is lifted up across him, allowing him to settle his hand on the curve of your ass. also he’s lowkey a very cheeky person when it comes to his s/o, so i can just imagine as you’re laying down on your tummy, he pats your ass and every time it jiggles he giggles to himself lightly. also the type to rest against his s/o’s ass just cause but he would actually fall asleep like that. also! whenever he’s resting like that, he likes to give your ass a little peck, just a small smooch, a token of appreciation if you will, before he pats where he kissed lightly, and in his own way he just says, “nice :D.” 

GOJŌ SATORU. ass. ass. ass. ass. ass. ass man! is absolutely in love with your ass. smacks it in public with zero shame, just sends a teasing grin your way, and like, finger guns at you with a wink or something. when you walk past him at home in shorts or like only your underwear, he likes to give it a nice little pat. every single time. and when you bend over while he’s sitting on the couch or laying on the bed or something, he calls out in the cheekiest, most teasing, most annoying voice, “nice.” i hate his sexy ass sm. does tiktoks with you that include you throwing it back on him because he wants to give you reason to. loves to watch you put on your clothes, especially jeans, when you like jump in them. he’s just a pervert with a license to constantly hit on you. 

NANAMI KENTŌ is also definitely an ass man. look at him. tell me he doesn’t love ass. loves to fondle and grope it all the time, no matter where you are, and he’s very good at making it look subtle too so he gets away with doing in public too. nanami strikes me as someone that’s slightly possessive, not unhealthily so, but he does always like to subtle hand on you whenever the two of you are out, and more often than not his hand’s resting right above your ass. also he’s a very giving partner, in all ways, so i see him offering to give you massages all the time. definitely lingers on your ass, kneading strongly yet softly, even if you don’t need it? he just likes to do it. is not as open about it as the others, but he’s very obvious about it hehe

ZENIN MAKI is a thighs girl. also is the type to love stuffing her face in between them, but it’s a fixation kinda thing where she cannot stop ogling at your legs, specifically your thighs. loves to grope and squeeze at them all the time, and her all time favorite thing is seeing you in thigh highs, where the stockings squeeze at your thighs just a little. it makes her mind cloud over. 

ZENIN MAI is a a tits girl. i was thinking maybe she’s an ass girl, but i’m so certain she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off of you or your cleavage if you wore anything to show off your breasts. definitely likes to lay on your chest and kiss and suckle on them, just randomly. also kinda a possessive thing, cause she will absolutely leave marks. she just. loves your tits okay? 

GETŌ SUGURU is an ass man. loves seeing you all dressed up in outfits that show your ass off, and almost always he won’t really touch, not unless the two of you were really intimate, but he looks. he looks so much, and he makes it so obvious that he’s checking you out. in public, at home, doesn’t matter. he’ll be eyeing you up and down and will have this sultry smirk as he glances at your ass. kinda hot ngl.

MAHITO is also a little bit tricky because i want to say ass, but i also want to say tits. somewhere in between ass and tits then. he has like,,, moods for them you know. sometimes he won’t stop ogling at your breasts, and other times he can’t keep his hands off your ass. either way, he’s very teasing about it, and he will buy you really provocative clothes to show both off. so kind <3

[swtki]

Enemy - E. C

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Vampire! Fem! Reader

Summary: Edward meets his seductress once again

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, banter between muses, femdom, Sub! Edward, not in an alternate universe just set in the seventies, Volturi! Reader, oral (m), mention of Edward being killed, swearing of course, Vaginal sex, kinda dubcon but not really? Public alley sex.

A/N: Edward smut is hard you mfs better love this.

If he had a working heart, he was sure it would be pounding so loud the whole city could hear. He sat on his balcony, eyes scanning the crowded Paris streets. To find her, the woman who was to destroy him. Alice had warned him just a week ago, her vision being one of chaos and pain. Behind it all, was a womans face. Not just any face however, it was Y/N. A member of the Volturi, whose heart was set on pulling him limb from limb. Everyone in the house had decided it would be best if Edward were to depart from their permanent home, flee to Paris for a short time. He was akin to being alone, but to be alone while watching over your back 24/7 was not the same. While he hated every second of his existence; He knew that if he were to give up and let her kill him, she would surely only continue to his family. He couldn’t let that happen, so he kept moving in the shadows. She wouldn’t move on until she had his head.

He racked his brain, trying to figure out a long term plan as this could only work for so long. She was strong, killing her wouldn’t be easy nor would it be something he wanted to do. Perhaps he could change her mind, he could talk her down from her dedication.

He sighed, walking into the main room and grabbing his jacket.

He needed to eat.

The elevator ride down was slow, and he tapped his finger against his thigh. How he hated human life, but at the same time desired it more than anything. Tedious elevators, the need to eat every single day, the need to sleep. The doors finally slid open, allowing him to walk down the lobby and out of his building.

The street was unusually crowded at this time, the past five days the streets were deserted as soon as the clock struck nine-pm. He couldn’t run to the closest forrest or country plaine, he needed to leave the area before they could see him take off.

So, he started walking. Voices filled his head - the French didn’t try to hold back compared to Americans. Thats when he realized, it was friday night. There were people flooding the streets. More specifically, humans flooding the streets.

“Shit.” He breathed out, knowing that he’d not only have to cancel his meal, but interrupt someone else's. He started walking to the loud music, cursing himself for being this stupid. Who other than Edward Cullen would want to find his potential murderer?

As people danced to the music, he slid toward the bar. He ordered a beer to maintain face amongst the others around him.

“Merci.” He started to turn back to the dancing bodies, but stopped when he heard the order the bartender was receiving.

“Un whisky et un verre de ce champagne.“ The man said, waiting for his drinks to be prepared. Thats when Edward realized. He had ordered champagne. Both the human man and the bartender had thought it was weird someone would order champagne in a club like this. But she always ordered champagne, always. It was what she would tell her victims to order before she took them outside.

He watched the man take the drinks, hoping he was wrong about the partner. He cursed as he realized he wasn’t. She drank, flirted, and of course lured him outside. Throwing some coins on the bartop, he quickly followed. But, he was too late. Her body was flush against the human mans, she was having a bloody good meal. Edward would be lying if he didn’t debate joining her.

“I see you’re still denying your nature.” She pulled off of him, letting the body drop as she stood still.

“I see you’re still wearing red so you don’t need to worry about stains.” He replied. She smiled and turned to him, looking him from head to toe. “I don’t know why you still despise me after all these years, Y/N.” her smile faded.

“Despise you? No, Edward I quite admire you.” She walked over to him and pressed her hand to his shoulder, “I really do think you’re one of the strongest of our kind. You could be stronger, but you suppress yourself. You drink rats blood, while I drink how our kind is meant to. Shame, really.” She walked behind him and her hand wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t move, her powers overtook him. “Imagine the life you and I could lead if you would just submit”. He shuddered at the last word. He was always a sucker for her when it came to seduction and she knew it.

“What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing much. I just want the natural order to be restored.” She smiled and kissed his neck sofly. “Imagine yourself, in Italy with the most powerful of our kind. You could have me every night - for the rest of eternity.” his eyelashes fluttered as she continued kissing his neck. “Do you want to see how good it would feel to be with me every night?”

“Please.” He whimpered. Thats all she needed to release him from her grasp and push him against the dark brick wall. Their lips connected as if they were puzzle pieces, moving in perfect harmony with each other. She pulled away, slithering down on her knees, she was going to make him realize how much he needed her.

“Shall I?” She asked, running her hand up his thigh softly.

“Yes, God, please.” Edward begged, she loved hearing him beg for her touch.

“You always were weak when it came to sex, wonder if you still moan at the smallest, little,” Her hand groped his growing cock. His stomach fluttered with pleasure, and he couldn’t hold his moan, “Touch. Edward, you can read my mind, you can see what I have planned.” He looked inside her head, seeing the pleasure she could inflict upon his body if he would just wave a white flag.

As she took off his trousers, he debated surrendering or not. Was she worth living a life he wanted nothing more than to shun? Every time they saw each other, the sex was electric almost. She made him feel like a prey being hunted by a predator, and he loved that. As much as he hated to admit it, part of the reason he kept turning down the offer was because he didn’t want to ruin the cat and mouse relationship. He knew she loved the chase, that was why she was so persistent. But did he still feel a hatred towards her? Yes. He had seen her slaughter entire groups because she didn’t get her way. But tonight, he decided, he would wave a white flag and lower it once the sun rose.

He snapped back to reality, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his briefs, looking up at him through her long lashes. He looked down, beginning to place his hands on her head, but was stopped by her pinning him to the wall. Her gift was useful in many situations.

Tugging down, she smiled when his dick was finally isolated. He was all hers tonight, he was painfully hard for her and only her. Her hand grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before licking a long stripe up. He made a moan of pleasure and she rewarded him with taking his length down her throat. She gagged and felt his hips buck, making her withdrawal.

“Wait-” He began.

“No, you broke the rules. What did I tell you about greed, Edward?”

“That it had no place in our sex life.” She smiled and stood, slapping his cheek a few times.

“Dress. We’ll be going to my hotel room, you may not deserve anything, but I do.” He rushed to pull up his pants and follow her.

She pushed him down on the bed as soon as the door was shut, lifting her dress up, she straddled him.

“Imagine, you agree and this is every night for the rest of our time.” Pulling down his pants she spat on her hand and guided him to her slick cunt. He slid in with ease, making her eyes roll into her skull. He could hear her mind scramble as she slowly rocked her hips. “Feel so fucking good, shame you have to be so fucking stupid.”. He was sure if he had blood he would have just bitten it and bled out. She was so fucking hot, watching her nails dig into his firm stomach. He adored her from this angle, especially when she didn’t even bother to to take her clothes off.

“Can I touch you, please?” She smiled and nodded, letting his hand move so his thumb could skillfully rub her clit, making the coil in her stomach tighten. Her movements got faster, and he heard her mind beg for more. He slightly lifted his hips while continuing his fingers. Her orgasm washed over her, causing her to scream out in pure bliss. She stopped her hips, swinging her leg over his body and straightening her dress. He looked at her in confusion, he still hadn’t cum.

“You can cum when you agree to join me. I had my fun, now leave.” She said coldly. He pulled his pants back up, stumbling back to the apartment he had spent every night and day in. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t consider saying yes to her.

As long as it was her

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She's underwater again

Sirius Black x Female Reader

Sirius and reader have been friends for years, they got together at one point sirius just saw it as a bit of fun but y/n was secretly in love with him, sirius left her for some other girl and y/n pretended not to be heartbroken, they stayed friends but now there's some ball thing at hogwarts and she has to watch him dance with this other girl and it's too upsetting so she leaves, Regulus notices her leaving and goes after her because he understands how unintentionally hurtful sirius can be. The next day siri notices she hasn't been back to her dorm and he recalls seeing her leave very early with Reg and completely jumps to the wrong conclusion and the next time he sees her pulls her aside asking to talk to her and ends up shouting at her infront of everyone. Umm you can decide if she tells him the truth about loving him or if they make friends again or if she just decides to distance herself from sirius?

I feel like I've given you too much information for a blurb so just take what you can of it and make a lil angsty siri blurb please? 💖

The Wrong Conclusion

Sirius Black x fem! reader, Sirius Black x unnamed girl

Summary: Sirius jumps to the wrong conclusion about his best friend, leading to feelings she would rather keep to herself being revealed

Warning: angst, heartbreak, mentions of sex, opened ended, oh and a swear but thats from me the author...

A/n: 0.7k words, thank you so much x I hope it’s angsty enough I’m terrible at judging my own angst, please enjoy...wait should I say that about angst...fuck it...enjoy and thank you for the request 💛

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You didn’t know how you ended up here, crying in the middle of the corridor as the boy you loved accused you in front of the whole school. Everyone was looking at you, some stopping on their way to breakfast just to watch while others cruelly running to get people and bringing them to come watch the ‘show’. 

“Siri, I don’t under-” he cuts your sobs off 

“Don’t understand what y/n? Staying out all night to shag my brother?” he exclaims making the people around gasp in shock, Sirius Blacks best friend hooking up with his brother whom he was the opposite of on good terms with, now that was gossip

You weren’t entertained as the crowd; your heart was breaking and just when you thought the boy couldn’t break it anymore. The thing is you knew Sirius, you knew, he was the king of overreacting, you knew he jumped to conclusions and usually the wrong ones at that, but what you were so hurt by was the public confrontation. The embarrassment of being labelled a backstabber in front of the whole school when you had done nothing wrong, when if anything this was Sirius’ fault…

No, it wasn’t his fault, not really, it wasn’t his fault he didn’t see your hook-ups the same way you did, it wasn’t his fault the reason you were out all night was because you were crying in an empty hallway over a boy who only saw you as his best friend, saw those beautiful few months as casual fun

“Nothing happened” you shake your head tears freely flowing down your cheeks

Sirius looked at you as if he was conflicted, like he did believe you but he was too angry in that moment, or maybe he wasn’t sure if you were crying over being caught or the accusation, whatever it was he maintained his argument “Then what happened y/n? Because last I saw was Regulus with his arm around you leaving the ball, and then you never returned to your dorm this morning” his voice is strained like the words where physically hurting him 

How did he know that, sure, you were house mates but how would he know, he would have been staying with his girlfriend last night “Sirius I don’t know what you think you saw but…” your words are quiet, not wanting to make more off a scene but as you see the hungry eyes of the on lookers your throat closes up

Sirius’ eyes never leave yours, you weren’t sure if he had even noticed the crowd or not “Then tell me” he insists his voice harsher than he meant slight fear in his eyes before they hardened again “Y/n” he pushes, you felt like you were trapped, collapsing into yourself, the pressure eating you alive, the secret eating you alive “Tell me!” 

That was it, you snapped the words tumbling out before you could stop them “I left because of you!” you shout back causing Sirius to flinch at your tone, shock on his face as you had never raised your voice at him before “I left because I couldn’t take it anymore and Reg could relate to my situation!” you let out a sob 

“Relate to what?” he looks at you confused

“Relate to loving someone that will never love you back!” his eyes widened, mouth parting at your statement as his face softened into regret…pity…you didn’t care to venture a guess, the reality of what you just said was crashing down on you and you had to get out of there

You frantically look around the crowd as you walk backwards, beginning to retreat from the situation “Y/n?” Sirius tries to reach out but you keep stepping back “Y/n, w-what do you mean?” 

“What do I mean?” your voice was softer now, quiet like the world had disappeared and it was only the two of you again “Siri…I…” you meet his eyes, seeing the pieces in his brains falling into place but he needed vocal confirmation, and you needed to say finally say those three little words “I love you” you whisper loud enough for him to hear

You couldn’t meet his eyes after that, walking backwards you bump into someone, turning around you realised who it was, it was her, the girl that did own Sirius’ heart “What’s going on?” she looks between the two of you

“I…” your breathing quickened seeing the marauders finally showing up in the corner of your eye, as well as Regulus who gives you a sympathetic look “Umm” you couldn’t form words so instead you pushed past her crying your heart out, running to the only place you felt safe

Sirius watched you leave, face pale looking almost sick as he was frozen in place “Sirius?” his girlfriend calls out hurt in her eyes

He glances between her and your retreating figure, he now had a decision to make

[i-cant-sing]

I wonder what would happen if Y/N had a really bad day and just decided to pick a sibling from the Yan!Todoroki clan like a cat would pick its person and just?? Sit in their lap?? They'd say 'I had a terrible day, no torture today please' before taking their well-deserved nap lookin' all cute and peaceful. Then the sibling would be so proud and confused at the same time but really really happy like 'omg for real? Me? What's happening?? 🥺'. Bonus points if it's Dabi just having the widest grin on his face while staring straight at the rest of the fam seething with jealousy.

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Yandere Dabi comforting sister reader

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Yandere Dabi:

Shotou had come to pick you up from school today. Even though he had a busy schedule himself, he still made time for you, just like the rest if your family.

"How was school?" He asked.

"Fine."

"Just fine? Wasn't your result supposed to come today?"

You nodded. "It did. I passed."

Shotoy smiled. "Thats great. Did you get your report card?"

You knew he was going to ask for it. You also knew that he already knew what grades you got.

You nodded and handed him the report card from your bag.

Shotou's face lit up when he saw your grades.

"You're first again. I'm so proud of you." He patted your head.

You smiled. "Thanks."

By the time you guys reached home, you already knew that your entire family was home. They always were when your result came. You knew the principal had already informed Enji of your grades, she always does.

When you entered the house, your family yelled "surprise!" You feigned shock as they hugged you and congratulated you on your achievement.

Rei had prepared a little feast for you, everything was made from scratch. Enji was beaming with joy, he was so proud of his little girl. Rei had made your favourite cake, kissing your cheek as you cut it. Enji had gotten you beautiful diamond necklace. Natsuo, Shotou and Fuyumi had gotten you some gifts as well, stuff you had vaguely mentioned about. Dabi wasn't home, but you didn't mind his absence.

Your family had planned to spend the night on the couch cuddling and doing a movie marathon, but when you asked them to excuse you for the night because you were feeling tired, they became a but worried. You reassured them that you just had a long day at school as well, and now that you were stuffed with Rei's delicious food, sleep was inevitable. They nodded, a bit sad that you wouldn't be joining, but understanding nonetheless.

You went up the stairs to your room, and as soon as you closed the door, the smile you had been displaying all night was wiped off.

You sat on your bed and recalled the events of the day. Tears pricked your eyes, but you kept yourself quiet. They're not worthy crying over, you reminded yourself. Still, you couldn't help but crumple up your report card and throw it in the dustbin.

Silent tears fell from your eyes, no longer being able to hold them in. God, its infuriating.

Suddenly, you heard someone knock on your bedroom door. You looked at the clock. 12 am.

Its Dabi.

You couldn't deal with him tonight. You remained silent, hoping he'd leave you alone.

But of course not.

You quickly turned away from the door as soon as you heard it open. Wiping your tears quickly, you heard Dabi come in.

"You brat. Why didn't you answer when I knocked?" He asked, pushing the door close with his foot.

"Leave me alone, Dabi." You were trying hard to stabilise your voice.

"Huh?! Is that anyway to talk to your favourite brother?" Dabi mocked as he pulled at your ponytail. You yelped before turning around to push him away.

Dabi was about to laugh at you when he suddenly noticed the your face. Your eyes were full of tears, lashes heavy with them. Your face was flush, your nostrils flared, your lips in a pulled in a tight scowl. Had you been crying? Or did he make you cry?

"Hey, I'm sorry-"

"Just leave me alone." You said as you angrily wiped the tears from your face.

Dabi was shocked to see you like this. He had never seen you cry, not even when he took his teasing a little too far. So, to see you react like this, it worried him a bit.

"Have you been crying? What's the matter? Did you fail or something?" His voice actually held some concern.

You shook your head, pulling your ponytail loose. "Its nothing. Just leave."

Dabi could see the pain in your eyes. What happened? He plopped down on your bed next to you. "Come on. Tell me." He poked your shoulder. "You know I won't leave until you tell me."

"Its nothing, really." You sniffled, avoiding his gaze.

"Did Enji say something?" Dabi asked, his voice taking a dangerous tone. "Look at me. Did he do something?" He's going to kill that bastard if he-

"What? No. God, just go."

Dabi let out a huff. He'll have to use another strategy. "Fine. Don't tell me. I'll just tell Shotou you have been crying, and then you can answer to him."

Shotou? God, he would just overthink everything and do something stupid.

You caught his wrist just as he was about to leave. "Do you have to be such a jerk every single day?" You glared daggers at him.

Dabi smirked before pulling his wrist away and plopping on the bed next to you. "Yes. Big brother privileges." He poked your cheek. "Now spill."

You looked at him, hoping he'd just get blasted magically. Idiot.

You inhaled deeply before closing your eyes. "Its stupid, really." Dabi stared at you, signalling for you to continue. "Something... happened at school." You paused. "Just a couple of assholes."

Dabi was attentive now. "Go on."

You looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers. "Some kids in my class... they said mean things about me."

"Bullying?" Dabi quirked an eyebrow.

You shook your head. "I- I don't think so. They just said that I only get the highest grade in class because of my dad. Like Enji bribes the school into giving me good marks." You sniffled. "They undermine me. They say I'm not good enough to be in their school, and that the only reason I got in was because of my surname."

Tears dripped down your face slowly, almost as if they were ashamed to fall.

You wiped them away harshly. "And it doesn't matter what I say. I've tried to befriend them, I've tried to get along with them, but they still ridicule me. Its frustrating. They... they don't understand that my only option is to be the best." You whispered the last part, but Dabi heard you loud and clear.

He sat up and gently gripped your chin, turning your face towards him as he narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean 'its your only option'?"

You rolled your eyes. "You know what I mean. I know that no one in the family cares if I get the highest marks or not but...I still have to live up to the family name. What will people say if the number 1 hero's kid is both quirkless and dumb?" Your lips wobbled.

Oh. Ohhhh.

You don't want to let down the Todoroki name; you don't want to let down Enji.

He already knew it was that shithead's fault.

Dabi sighed before pulling you close to him. Placing an arm around your shoulders while his other hand wiped your tears away.

Wanting to prove your worth, that you're a valuable asset to the family. Dabi never thought he'd see himself in you, or his younger self really.

"You're an idiot." Dabi began, carding his fingers through your hair. "You don't have to be the best. You're not expected to. You know, the family knows, hell even I know how hard you worked to get in that school. I've seen how you'd do all nighters, how many times you've turned down going out so that you could do well in your exams. But you don't have to do that." He tilted your chin up, staring into your glossy eyes. "We don't care what the public thinks of us. We won't care if you fail. We don't care you're quirkless. You're not expected to be anything but a good girl." He squished your cheeks together, making you look like a fish. "You just need to be safe. Do you understand?"

You sniffled as you nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

Dabi smiled. "Why didn't you tell anyone before?" You shrugged in response. "You know what would've happened if I said anything. They're already hesitant to let me go to school, this would just give them another reason to homeschool me. Besides, I didn't let their words get to me before, so it really wasn't a big deal." Before? You were about to continue but then kept your mouth shut. But Dabi saw that. He pulled you away from him, his eyes turning sharp as he raised his eyebrows. "But something else happened today as well?"

You averted his scrutinising gaze, keeping your lips sealed as you shook your head no. "Do not lie to me. Or I'll tell Shotou and Enji and then they can handle-"

Your eyes widened. "Do you ever stop making threats?" Rolling your eyes, you told him what happened. "It wasn't anything serious. One of those jerks... thought it'd be funny to try and kiss me. When he tried to force me, I slapped him. Really hard. My handprint still on his face." You smiled at that. "He said the only reason he wasn't using his quirk on me was because I was Todorokis charity case. Then he said that I should be grateful that he was going to kiss me, especially since no one cares about a quirkless, frigid bitch like me." You let out a humourless laugh, but Dabi could see the pain in your eyes. You gave a small smile. "Dont worry. I already know what they said isn't true."

Thats it.

Dabi was already planning murder. He's going to make those little shits pay for what they did to you. The nerve to not only bully you, but make you cry, and then touch you? Dabi is gonna make sure they get tortured in every way possible before he incinerates them-

"Dabi?"

Your soft voice pulled him out of his violent thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Can you... stay the night?"

He looked at your tear stricken face, your eyes were still laden with tear drops, your nose red from all the sniffling.

How could he say no to you? You looked ugly.

"Its okay. You don't have to-" you were cut off by a pillow hitting your face.

"Move over, brat." He climbed in the bed with you, covering you both with the blanket. "And don't put your cold feet on mine." You smiled cheekily at that.

"Don't hog the blanket- why do you need it anyway?"you yanked the blanket.

Dabi pushed another pillow on your face, laughing as you punched his shoulder. "You're insufferable."you mumbled.

It took a while to get comfortable on your single bed, but it ended up with your head on his chest, while Dabi propped himself against the headboard.

"Thank you." You whispered.

Dabi hummed. "Dont think I don't know why you're doing this."

You smiled softly. He caught on to why you were keeping him home that night; you knew he would do something terrible to those guys. "Promise me you won't hurt them?"

Dabi remained silent. You pulled your head away to look up at him. "Dabi. Promise."

When he didn't reply, tears started forming your eyes. He sighed, before shoving your face back into his chest. "Fine, crybaby. I won't hurt them. Promise." You're such a brat, stopping him from doing his big brother duties.

You went back to snuggling him, not taking long for you to finally go to sleep. Once Dabi made sure you were asleep, he pulled out his phone and texted Toga.

"Need a favour. Up 4 stabbing?"