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simplyafountainpen · 7 months ago

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Of Crows & Cats

{𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼}: Neko!M!Reader x Sebastian Michaelis

{𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷}: After a long days work around the manner - and of avoiding the Master in (y/n)’s case - both come back to their shared room to spend some ”quality time” together~

{𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼}: Bondage, gag, praise, sub!bottom!Sebastian, dom!top,Reader, Neko!Reader, Porn with plot (slightly), Sebastian gets called whore once(1)

"The Young Master asked to try something new today Sebs. Lady Grey, he said."

Sebastian groaned under his breath, walking hastily through the kitchen after seizing the kitchen from Baldroy who, yet again, tried to set the oven alight to get dinner done just the slightest bit faster.

Today seemed to just not be the greatest. Finnian choose to use weed killer instead of the nutrients just recently bought, killing nearly the whole garden. Mey-rin tripped over every possible surface available, and spilled literally anything given to her. The only competent person at the moment, was you.

Sebastian's faithful partner of a few years now. Having found you when you were left on the streets, mere weeks after his initial summoning. Small and scraggly, those were the words he used to describe you. But when you looked up and he noticed those pert little cat ears and dirty-yet-fluffy tail of yours... he just couldn't resist.

Now here you both were, him elbows deep in dishes as he allowed you to restart the tea and keep watch on the dinner the demon has started only a while before.

Placing the kettle down on the fire, you turned to Sebastian. Walking behind him, you wrapped your much larger arms around his waist, him only grunting in response.

"You're real tired, huh Sebs?" Sebastian only strained a smile in response, blowing a small piece of hair out of his face.

"Not tired, dear. Demons such as myself don't get tired from things as trivial as these." You rested your chin on his head, ears twitching and tail flicking. You squeezed him closer as he washed diligently, pressing your pelvis to his ass, rubbing your clothed dick against him.

"Then I guess... annoyed? Would that be right?" Sebastian sighed and continued to wash, trying to ignore you pressed against him, though you could tell he was silently giving in, relaxing in your grip. You took your head off his head and pressed into his neck, smiling and nipping at his neck.

"You want me to help you relax, kitten?~" He was quiet, but you felt a small nod come from the other, his ass pressing back into you. You purred and your tail began to lightly wag.

"Let's finish up, and then tonight you'll be all mine.~"

·:¨༺ ♱✮¨:·ᨐฅ ᨐᵐᵉᵒʷ·:¨✮♱ ༻¨:·˚─── ⋆⋅⛥⋅⋆ ──

The moon shone through the hazy curtains of the room, illuminating it in silver lighting. The bed in the center of the room cast under the glow of few candles, to figures perched on top of it.

“There, my sweet kitty?~”

Your voice purred out, only to be met by the muffled groans of the esteemed butler of the Phantomhive manor. Hair slicked back by sweat, Sebastian’s thin form was caged in by your much larger and bulkier body. Sebastian was tied up in thick red ropes with his hands attached to the headboard and his legs forced apart by your knee with his thighs tied to his calves. A random piece of fabric - most likely a pair of underwear- was shoved and tied into the demons mouth.

Ears twitching and large fluffy tail swished gleefully at the state of the demon below him. Fingers slicked with spit plunged in and out of the crow at a rapid pace, forcing crude but soft whimpers to leave his throat.

“So vocal… such a good little kitty cat you are, Sebs.~”

Sebastian’s tear filled eyes met yours above his. A small smile is what he was met with, before the fingers inside him finally kissed his prostate.

“MPHF?!-“ “Shhh…” A kiss was laid to the fabric gag in his mouth, the fingers then began to jab that bundle of nerves dead on over and over again, ripping muffled moans from Sebastian, pushing him to the edge-

Before snatching it away from him. Your fingers tore their way out from his partially ruined hole, his cock dripping with pre. Heavy breaths and small whines came from him as you giggled lightly, moving your hands around Sebastian’s head and undoing the gag, rubbing the others jaw slightly.

“Please.. please just put it in me! Fill me up, fill me till I can’t breathe- I can’t take this anymore oh please, my dear, please (Y/n)!-“ Your tail flickered upward as the man below you started begging.

“Of course Seb’s. Gotta make my nice lil’ kitty feel all good for tomorrow.~” You spat into your hand, before offering it to Sebastian, who pathetically tried to spit but ended up drooling into your hand instead. Another small giggle erupted from you, who then wrapped the spit laden hand around your rock-solid cock - which was a solid 8in tall with the girth of a wine bottle, it even had barbs on the base. Much like your body - which was on the hairier side - a thick happy trail covered the base of your stomach, and the base of your dick.

Nails that were usually retracted clawed their way into Sebastian’s back, his teeth clenching as he harshly sucked in air.

“Hehe, such a pretty kitty, all for me… only I get to see you like this, right?”

Sebastian nodded hurriedly.

“Yes, yes, only you! Only you get to see me like this, please put it in please please please-“

With one final chuckle, you grabbed Sebastian’s waist and slammed your cock into the latter’s awaiting hole, tears finally spilling from Sebastian’s eyes as his bit down on his lower lip, immediately drawing blood.

“GUH!! MMM THANK YOU!-“ Sebastian screamed as you plunged in and out of his warmth. Gummy walls clenched around your girth as you pumped into him, pre leaking faster from Sebastian’s dick. His loud whines and sobs echoed through the room you both were in.

“Shhh Seb’s, don’t want the Young Master waking up and hear how much of a whore you are for my dick, right?~” You muttered into the crying ravenette’s ear, causing him to nod rapidly, biting back down on his lip to silence his moans. Though, you took a hand off his hip and pushed his teeth from his lip, massaging his tongue with your thumb. Then, you leaned down and met his lips with yours.

You swallowed his moans as you continued to thrust into him, slipping your long tongue down his throat. Thanks to his lack of a gag reflex, you got to feel his throat fully, his pants and moans filling your mouth and mind. You separated, a line of drool connecting you.

You took the time to examine the beautiful man below you as he mewled out for your touch. Tongue out and eyes rolled back as sweat shined in the glow of candle light. Hands gripping the rope that kept him attached to the headboard and toes curled. You could tell he was trying to minimize his moans by those little whimpers and quiet sobs he let out through pinched lips.

“S-slow down… you’re g-going to f-UNGH-fast!-“ You barely noticed you had sped up as you stared at him. His cheeks were painted red as drool slipped from him lips. You smiled and kissed his forehead in apology. You ran a hand up and down his side as you leaned over and whispered praises into Sebastian’s ear, causing more whimpers and held back moans to erupt from his throat.

Quick kisses landed on his collar bone - right below where his collar would lay tomorrow - that eventually turned to you harshly sucking hickies onto his pale skin. Your ears perked up at the sounds of his breathing picking up, a grin on your face as you continued your ministrations.

“Oh my- Ffffuckkkk!- Please let me cum please please let me- NGH- cum oh please my dear- (Y/n) please please-“ Sebastian cried out. His hands gripped the rope holding them together and you watched as the rope began to give way due to his strength. With a playful sigh and a wipe of your forehead, you pulled out until only your tip rested inside him, then slammed your cock into Sebastian who let out a short scream. You nailed his prostate head on, jackhammering into him.

Sebastian watched on in awe and lust as your muscles flexed above him as you pounded into him and you bared your fangs in concentration, the bed noticeably creaking under the movement. Your hands moved up from his waist, nails ripping the rope holding his hands, and entwining your hands together. Your face was above his, teeth clenched in concentration as his moans reached a higher and higher pitch. At this point you couldn’t care less about anyone else hearing you, all you wanted was to make sure Sebastian felt good.

“I’m cumming (Y/n), oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck shIT- CUMMING!!-“ Sebastian’s back arched into your body, white painting his and your torso. A hand landed in his hair as you shushed him, still thrusting hard. He groaned in overstimulation, but you shushed him with another kiss.

“I’m almost there Sebs hold on… just a- few more-“ Your thrusts became harsher for a moment before the demon could feel your seed fill his insides. You thrust a few more times, coming down from your high. You sighed as you laid on your side, still inside your partner, you pulled him into your chest, humming in content.

“Are you alright, Sebs?” You asked, wrapping your hands around his waist as he wrapped his arms around your neck.

“Yes… though, I would like these ropes off my legs, now.” Your eyes widened, and with a quick apology your nails tore through the rope and began to gently massage his legs, Sebastian letting a sigh of relief.

Your cock finally slipped out of his abused hole, cum spilling from him while he groaned.

“Dear, if we don’t want to sleep in your semen, I recommend we get up and clean ourselves now.” Sebastian mused, though you only groaned and nuzzled into his chest. He looked down only to be met with your best “wet-cat” eyes, as you called them.

“Just a little bit..? I don’t feel like moving right now…” You whined. If you were any other being, you’d have been shoved onto the floor by now. But Sebastian’s soft spot for cats - and therefore you - made him only sigh and run a hand through your hair, smiling at the sound of your purring filling the room.

“Fine then. Thirty minutes.” You let out a soft cheer, grabbing the covers and wrapping them around the two of you and snuggling into his chest, purring only growing in size.

You missed him with all the work you both had recently gotten, and you could tell he missed you too, even if he didn't say it. He smiled and hugged you, pushing his head into your hair.

“Goodnight, kitten.~” Sebastian immediately lightly punched your head, causing a yowl to escape your lips.

… Yeah. He loved you.

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atlabeth · 18 days ago

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i crumble completely (when you cry)

pairing: sebastian sallow x fem ravenclaw reader

summary: there's only one way to get into salazar slytherin's scriptorium.

a/n: hogwarts legacy was 70% off, i bought it and it's good but not good enough in all the ways that matter so im fixing it for myself. no i dont know why this is where my inspo is when i have so much unfinished stuff but just go with it

wc: 2.1k

warning(s): angst but hurt/comfort angst! a more in depth scriptorium scene so crucio is used but this is from seb's pov so lighter descriptions of all that fun stuff

“Ominis, you have to.”

“I’m not doing it!” he exclaimed. “What do you not get?”

“Would you rather die here?” Sebastian spat. “Because if you don’t, that’s what will happen. And I’ve become rather fond of my life over these past few minutes.”

“I refuse to use dark magic,” Ominis seethed. “You of all people should understand, Sebastian!”

“I don’t understand why you’d let us die instead of casting one spell!”

He barked an incredulous laugh. “It is not just one spell! God, you—”

“Can you do it?”

Sebastian’s anger faltered for a moment when you spoke up, and he frowned when he saw you were looking at him. “What?”

“Can you do it?” you repeated. “Can you cast the curse?”

“I—” His mouth fell open and shut as he looked between you and Ominis, before they finally settled on you. “—I think so. Not well, but—”

“Then you can do it,” you said. “Cast it on me, and we’ll be out of this mess.”

Sebastian’s eyes widened as he said your name in disbelief. “You can’t be serious!”

You stared at him. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Ominis cut in. “I know what it feels like—you’re not putting yourself through that. We’ll find another way.”

“There is no other way.” You gestured at the letters on the ground, his aunt’s last mark on the world. “You’ve got the answer right here, and a willing victim. What are you waiting for?”

Sebastian grimaced. “Calling yourself a victim isn’t helping.”

“The only reason you’re willing is because you don’t know what you’re signing up for.” Ominis’s blank gaze pointed at the ground, but his sharp words hit you all the same. “It’s unimaginable, excruciating pain. Every one of your nerves exploding, your bones being crushed to dust, your blood turning to fire. You will never forget what it feels like.”

You crossed your arms, trying to ignore the chill settling over you. “Well, it’s either that or we sit around here until we die.”

“Even if he wanted to—”

“Which I don’t!” Sebastian cut in.

“He would have to really mean it,” Ominis finished.

“Again, which I don’t!” he exclaimed.

“That just means it won’t hurt as much,” you said. “Should take away some of your reservations.”

Sebastian huffed. “There is something wrong with you.”

“And you were all for this when it would be Ominis casting it on me?” you asked, tilting your head.

“I— I figured he would cast it on me!” His eyes widened. “I— I could teach it to you, and you could cast it on me!”

“Will the two of you stop bickering?” Ominis asked. “It’s not making this any better.”

“Of course,” you nodded. “Sebastian will cast the Cruciatus Curse on me, and we’ll be out of here. Okay?”

Sebastian stared at you, your steely gaze having already met his. You’d always been stubborn, unyielding—he’d known it since you bested him in a duel in your first ever meeting.

Ravenclaw hardheadedness, he figured. Always assuming you knew best (you usually did), that you were right (you usually were), that you could handle whatever ended up in your path (you usually could).

And here you were, standing right in front of him, those determined eyes unwavering as you practically begged him to cast an Unforgivable Curse on you.

Did you know that he wasn’t even sure he could cast it on you? Not just because it was near unthinkable, but because he had no idea if he could scrounge up enough ill will towards you to even partially want to hurt you.

Did you know that you were the reason he’d started doing better in classes? That, no matter how much he complained about your study sessions together, that he could have been doing something much more productive, he treasured every moment with you?

Did you even know that the mere thought of causing you pain made him want to retch? That, yes, he may very well choose death over imparting the torture curse on you?

Did you even know how he felt about you?

Sebastian pulled his wand out his robes, his grip tightening in an effort to stop his hand from shaking. “You’re sure about this.”

You nodded. “It won’t leave any physical wounds. It’ll be over sooner than you know it.”

He huffed as he glanced away. “You shouldn’t be the one reassuring me.”

“I don’t mind,” you shrugged. “Just… buy me a pint of butterbeer when we get out of here. Then we’ll be square.”

“You’re not exactly aiming high,” Sebastian said wryly.

You smiled. “My mum always told me it was the simple things. Now, do it before I lose my nerve.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, once, twice, three times as he adjusted his hold on his wand. He closed his eyes as he tried to remember the wand movement, but instead, he saw your face.

The first time he met you, when you embarrassed him in front of the whole class by beating him ina duel. When you asked him to take you to Hogsmeade for the first time, and you ended up taking down a troll—how beautiful you looked with the glow of exertion beneath your skin, when you turned to him with the widest (and maybe first) smile he’d ever seen from you in the wake of your efforts.

How could he do something like this to you?

He pushed the doubt down. There was no other way. You wanted him to do it—wanted him to save them all from a very boring, very preventable death.

Something in the scriptorium could save Anne. That was worth anything.

Sebastian took in a deep breath. He brought forth every negative thought—the goblin that cursed his sister, his housemates that believed in nothing but blood purity, his uncle that refused to believe in him, refused to even try to save Anne.

None of it to do with you, who had done nothing but support him since you helped him up from the ground after pummeling him into it, but he tried to project it onto you anyways.

He raised his wand.

He opened his eyes—your gaze hadn’t moved. They showed no fear, no anger, no emotion at all but steely determination.

“Crucio!”

Red light arced from his wand to your body. You crumpled to your knees the instant the spell reached you, skull-splintering screams echoing throughout the small room as the curse wrapped its way around you.

Your scarf fell from your neck, your robes pooled around you, your knees and palms scraped the stone as you tried to support yourself in any way. Your agonized wails were deafening, and Sebastian nearly lost it right then and there, nausea rising in his throat. Ominis’s blank, widened gaze fell on the wall, his hands clenched into fists as he fought to keep his expression even.

You were one of the strongest people Sebastian knew. Always infallible, always so smart, so level headed in the face of his impulsivity. Naturally gifted at magic, and somehow willing to tolerate him. And he’d been forced to reduce you to this.

But it worked. Your screams of pure torment unlocked something in Salazar Slytherin’s sick design, and the door of tortured faces pulsed with red energy before sliding into the stone.

Sebastian rushed over the moment the door started to open, his wand falling from his grasp in his haste and his eyes wide with fear and concern. He went to touch you, but stopped just before he could—he didn’t want to hurt you more. Your entire body rose and fell with your beleaguered breaths as you rolled on your side, your every movement labored.

“I’m so sorry,” he breathed. “I— I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

You couldn’t respond, the pain still arcing its way through your body despite the curse being done. You inhaled sharply as your eyes screwed shut, and you nodded.

“You’re clearly not okay.” The slight waver in Ominis’s voice betrayed his unaffected stature. “That was remarkably stupid.”

“Ominis—” Sebastian started, but you shook your head.

“It worked,” you interrupted as you lifted a shaky hand to point at the now revealed scriptorium. “Couldn’t… couldn’t be too stupid… could it?”

“There is something wrong with you,” he whispered. You could only manage a pained laugh at his words.

Sebastian stayed there with you as you fought through the last few convulsions—he said nothing when you grabbed his hand, bit back his wince when you squeezed tighter than a vice. After what you just went through, he could bear something so small.

Your breathing was still labored when he finally helped you up. Your legs nearly collapsed beneath you, but he kept you upright.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, desperate to reassure you. “You— you’re okay.”

“I told you I would be,” you said.

“You did,” he conceded. “I keep forgetting you’re always right.”

He got the slightest smile from you at that. Sebastian glanced over when he heard footsteps, and he saw Ominis approaching. His whole body still held a tenseness, but he was sure it was for a different reason this time.

“…You took that well,” he finally said, and he held out your scarf.

Again, another laugh and another wince. “I really didn’t. But thank you.”

You reached for the scarf, but Sebastian got to it first. He gently draped it around your neck, taking special care to keep the Ravenclaw emblem in the front. You had a lot of pride in your house.

“How’s that?” he asked softly.

“Perfect,” you nodded. “Thank you.”

He nodded too, and Ominis cleared his throat. Sebastian turned back to him, his cheeks tinted slightly pink. Ominis held his wand, and he took it back before shoving it back into his robes. Casting any sort of spell felt dirtied right now.

“Thank you,” he said. “I… I’m sorry about all this.”

“…Thank you,” Ominis echoed. “Let’s just get out of here before any more of Slytherin’s tricks find us.”

“No arguments here,” you mumbled.

Ominis walked in, and though your eyes followed him, you lingered back with Sebastian. He still supported you, one of his arms interlocked with yours. A part of him was worried that you would collapse again the second he stepped away. He could feel your chilled skin even through your robes—no wonder you always wore your scarf. You ran colder than a mermaid.

“I’m so sorry,” Sebastian said quietly.

“You already said that.”

“Because it’s true,” he said. “These curses are unforgivable for a reason. You never should have had to go through this.”

“Well, I forgive you,” you said. “We had no choice, and I asked you to do it. And,” you gave him a wry look, “it didn’t hurt that much, so you clearly didn’t mean it.”

He couldn’t even laugh at that—he kept hearing your piercing screams, agony beyond all reason. He would surely hear them for weeks to come in his sleep, see your prone form every time he closed his eyes.

He felt you nudge him in the side. “Hey. Perk up. I’m okay. Besides,” you gave him a sideways smile, “Rowena would be proud. Anything in the name of knowledge, eh?”

That got the slightest of smiles out of him, and he shook his head. “There’s—”

“Something wrong with me, I know. That’s the third time today.” You tilted your head towards the scriptorium. “Now, shall we get what we suffered for?”

Sebastian nodded, and the two of you walked in, him still supporting you. Ominis had already made his way up the stairs—he really did want to get out as soon as possible. You had your wand in your free hand and had already murmured a quick Revelio, eyes darting around in an effort to unearth any secrets.

“That brain of yours never stops, does it?”

Your lips quirked. “Never.”

Another beat of silence as you searched the alcoves together. He couldn’t help but watch you—you were a Ravenclaw in her natural habitat. Your brow creased just so, your pretty features honed to a single point of focus, cycling through all your thoughts at breakneck speed despite what you just went through. It made his heart swell with something he couldn’t quite name, right beside a gnawing hole filled with guilt.

“I really do owe you a pint,” Sebastian murmured.

You laughed. Lighter, this time, and with only the slightest grimace. “Make that two.”

A smile crossed his lips without him even thinking. Sebastian was so glad he had you in his life—he was only sorry he had to wait until fifth year.

“Deal.”

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy x you #sebastian sallow hogwarts legacy #h

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menagerofmischief · 2 months ago

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Dia's Diner (closed)

diner is closed for catch up as I have too many unwritten orders, it'll be back start of january 2025

Welcome to Dia's Diner, here you'll be able to order your meal (fic) with as many specifications and dishes as you want. We hope you leave satisfied ;)

first step is choosing who you want your fic to be about, so pick a server (you can even pick two)

SERVERS:

Max Verstappen

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz Jr.

Lewis Hamilton

George Russel

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Daniel Riccardo

Alex Albon

Fernando Alonso

Franco Collapinto

Pierre Gasly

Esteban Ocon

Lance Stroll

Ollie Bearman

Kimi Antonelli

Mick Schumacher

Arthur Leclerc

Sebastian Vettel

Mark Webber

Jenson Button

Nico Rosberg

Toto Wolff

every good meal starts with an appetizer, by choosing your appetizer you're setting the main trope of the fic

STARTERS:

charcuterie board (dating)

artichoke dip (brother’s friend)

olives and cheese (friends to lovers)

stuffed cherry tomatoes (sugar daddy)

hummus nachos (teammates)

shrimp cocktail (rivals to lovers)

and how you want it served

HOT OR COLD:

hot appetizer (sweet sex)

cold appetizer (rought sex)

now it's time to order the main dish, feel free to choose as many as you want

MAINS:

lobster (“I love watching my cum leak out from your pussy”)

caviar and oysters (“Gonna look so good full of my babies”)

fish and chips (“Where are your manners?”)

steak (“Made just for me. My pretty little cocksleeve”)

burger and fries (“Hurts? That’s too bad baby, should have thought about it before being such a slut”)

buffalo wings (“Count them for me”)

ramen (“What would your brother think if he saw us?”)

gyros (“Gonna fill you up”)

full english (“My pretty little slut”)

pizza (“My good girl”)

pesto pasta (“Slow down, you just told me to speed up. What’s it gonna be silly girl?”)

carbonara (“Look so good on my cock”)

sausage rolls (“I’ll make it fit”)

sushi (“Better quiet down, you don’t want them to hear us.)

tacos (“I’m gonna give you an attitude check”)

chicken quesadilla (“So pretty with my cock down your throat”)

crab cakes (“Yeah, gonna swallow like a good girl?”)

chicken nuggets (“Couldn’t help being a brat, could you?”)

kimchi (“Be a good girl and take it”)

tomato soup (“Running away from my dick? I don’t think so.”)

cheese fries (“I love making you squirt”)

stuffed potato (“Just where you belong … on your knees for me”)

sarma (“Gonna put a baby in you”)

moussaka (“You look your best covered in my cum”)

caesar salad (“Lie to me again and you’re not gonna like what happens next”)

chicken skewer (“Be a good girl and cum for me”)

mac and cheese (“Only good girls get to cum”)

mango sticky rice (“Next time you try that shit I’ll make him watch while I fuck you”)

chicken fingers (“Yeah, you like being filled in both ends like a slut”)

butter chicken rice (“If you want it then you better beg for it”)

eggs and bacon ("Are you gonna stop moving or am I gonna hold you down?")

spring rolls ("All you do is complain, perhaps I should shut you up")

sloppy joe ("You have the prettiest mouth. Why don't you put it to good use?")

kebab ("Look at that my cock is splitting you in half")

grilled cheese ("I buy you nice things and then I get to fuck you in them. Sounds fair to me")

pot roast ("You going to let me take my anger out on you, sweetheart?")

chili ("Look at you humping my thigh like a bitch in heat")

california rolls ("Scream my name - I want everyone to know who's making you feel this good)

PB&J ("Look at him while I make you cum")

dumplings ("Ride this cock - it's your cock")

black pudding ("There we good, you're such a good girl, taking you punishment so well")

smoked salmon ("My good girl deserves a reward")

fish tacos ("Just lie back and let me take care of you")

seafood boil ("Maybe I'll make a mix tape of your moans to listen to while I drive")

spaghetti with meatballs ("Why don't you put on that pretty little set I bought for you?")

veggie burger ("Feel how hard you make me")

hot dog ("Thought about you while touching myself. The real things is much better")

ratatouille ("I'll mark you up so much no man will dare talk to you again")

bacon pancakes ("I love when you wear dresses. It's so easy to flip it up and fuck you")

chicken alfredo ("You haven't been very good, have you? And you know what happens to bad girls")

avocado toast ("Look at you all dumb and crying on my cock")

lasagna ("Where did all that cockiness go now that it's time to take your punishment?)

gnocchi ("You like when I treat you like a toy, don't you?)

mashed potatoes and gravy ("You had no problem getting fucked in here like a slut. Then you should have no problem walking out there with my cum dripping down your legs")

having a drink with your dish really elevates the experience, drinks represent different kinks

DRINKS:

ice tea (oral giving/receiving)

sweet tea (morning sex)

mint tea (body worship giving/receiving)

redbull (filming sex)

vodka redbull (squirting)

white claw (pegging)

white wine (sir kink)

red wine (daddy kink)

rose (spanking)

champagne (threesome)

old fashioned (drunk sex)

whiskey (double penetration)

mai thai (mirror sex)

cosmopolitan (temperature play)

beer (bondage)

root beer (blindfold)

apple cider (spitting)

apple juice (edging)

orange juice (overstimulation)

pineapple juice (wax play)

boba (anal)

smoothie (hickeys)

matcha (toys)

vanilla milkshake (nipple play)

hot chocolate (dry humping)

chocolate milk (thigh riding)

espresso (dom/sub)

black coffee (chocking)

mocha coffee (degradation)

pumpkin spice latte (losing virginity)

fanta (size kink)

coca-cola (somnophillia)

coke zero (free use)

pepsi (car sex)

lemonade (public sex)

strawberry lemonade (breeding)

coconut water (jealous sex)

sparkling water (phone sex)

iced water (dirty talk)

to end the night you might consider getting a dessert, in this case dessert is aftercare

DESSERT:

yes (aftercare included)

no (aftercare not included)

special instructions: tell me your favorite track/race at the end of your request and I'll throw you in a freebie on the house that goes best with your order

Thank you for visiting! Here at Dia's Diner your pleasure is our priority, so be on the look out for new additions to our menu. Come back again.

A/N: I'm so grateful for each and every one of your requests, but I just ask that you be patient about waiting for it since I don't have much free time because of school.

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dsireland86 · 22 hours ago

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Requesting Noah x reader where the reader experiences post partum depression after giving birth to their newborn baby girl.

Post partum depression is no joke and something so many women, including myself, have had to deal with. I wish it on no new mom. But, when you have a good partner who supports you entirely, it makes all the difference🥰

PostPartum

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I held her in my arms like she was the most valuable thing in the world. To me she was. She was my daughter. She was the best part of me and her mother put together, a treasure created out of pure love.

I looked over at my wife, watching as she delivered the remaining proof of her pregnancy, feeling nothing but pride and respect for her. What I had just witnessed in the last thirteen hours was nothing short of an absolute miracle.

I had no idea how difficult it was for a woman to give birth until now. The strength and resilience I saw in her made me see her and all women in a whole new light. It was an indescribable yet incredible feeling.

She looked up at me, smiling her beautiful yet exhausted smile. She looked completely different now; she was a mother. I grinned back, offering her our daughter and gently laid her on her chest when she said yes.

"Noah, she has your nose and your eyes," my wife gushed, kissing our little girl's rosy forehead.

"She really does, doesn't she?" I marveled, unable to hide my grin. I kissed my wife's forehead, praising her over and over for what she went through for us. I had what I'd always wanted. I had my family.

Days after we came home were a struggle. The nights were sleepless, the days exhausting. The constant feeding and changing diapers was a lot of work I wasn't prepared for. But neither was my wife.

She started crying more than usual. At first, it was simple little tears, but then there were days where those tears lingered all day and sometimes into the night, too. They would lead into spurts of her doubting her ability to be a mother and caring for our baby the way she needed to be cared for.

That's when she would say things like, "Our daughter does better when I'm not around. Maybe it's for the best", or "I just want to disappear. All of this is too much."

I knew she was exhausted, not mentally prepared for any of this, so I did my best to help take the burden off her shoulders, hoping it would help. Sometimes it did, but most of the time I think it only made things worse.

A few weeks went by, and things began to mellow out some; with our daughter at least. We got into a routine and a schedule of sleep, making the nights more bearable.

But my wife would still have her spouts of irritability, sometimes waking up and starting things for no reason. It was usually over little things like dishes or clothes, but then it started to become bigger. She accused me of not being home enough and not helping out enough which would always end with her falling apart and crying again. It broke me.

I didn't know what to do, except hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay, even though I wasn't so sure.

I would watch her during feedings and how she seemed distant from our baby, looking away, never making that mother to baby eye contact I read about in the "What to Expect When Your Wife is Expanding" book Jolly bought me for my first "father's day". She was physically there, but not mentally.

Days after our daughter turned a month old, I came home to find her sitting on the couch in the living room, staring into nothing. She had the most distant spaced out look on her face, her eyes completely void of anything.

"Baby, are you alright?" I gently shook her. She finally snapped out of whatever daze she was in, shaking her head.

"Noah," smiling weakly at me.

"Baby, I'm really worried about you. You're not looking or acting like yourself," I finally admitted to her.

"I feel okay," she said weakly.

"When was the last time you ate?" I brushed some loose hair out of her eyes, running my hand down her cheek.

She thought for a moment then shrugged.

"Come on, I sighed, taking her hand and pulling her towards the kitchen. That's when the baby monitor went off, signaling our little girl was awake.

"Why don't you go get her, and I'll make us something to eat." My wife shook her head.

"No, you get her. She wants her daddy."

Letting go of my hand she made her way into the kitchen, leaving me in a bit of shock. I thought this was the worst of it, but I didn't know how much worse it could get.

Sex was out of the question. Not just for the first six weeks of course, but even past that. She closed herself off to me, not wanting me to touch her or be around her. It got to the point that she was sleeping on the couch and whenever I came into the room she would leave. I didn't understand any of it.

I eventually had to stay home from the studio and recording with the guys, having everyone bring everything to my house because I was too scared to leave her and the baby alone. Something was off with my wife, and I couldn't figure it out. I was taking it personally, thinking that the end of us had come and what was meant to be the happiest time in our lives was now becoming the hardest and most hurtful. I was done. I couldn't go through with it anymore.

One night, after our little one fell asleep after her feeding, my wife laid her in her bassinet then turned to leave the room.

"Don't leave. Please. Just stay with me for a minute," I asked, trying not to sound too desperate.

She turned and looked at me with tears in her eyes.

All the color was gone from her beautiful face, her complexion dull. Her hair, normally shiny and in her wavy ponytail, was unkept, piled high on the top of her head in a messy bun. Her sleep clothes were the same ones she'd worn for almost a week.

This was nothing but a shell of my wife and it killed me seeing her this way.

"Come sit with me, baby, please," patting the bed next to me. At first she hesitated, but then, surprisingly, she came and partially sat on the bed.

I tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling at her when she looked at me so sadly. I leaned in to kiss her, slowly so as to not startle her, and felt relieved when she kissed me back. Her hands found the back of my neck, twisting the longer pieces of hair at the nape of it. Her touch sent shivers down my spine. I was longing for her in ways I didn't even realize.

"I miss you," I confessed, placing my forehead to hers and holding her head between my hands.

"I know," she sniffed and I wiped away the tears that slid down her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs.

"I miss you, too, Noah."

"Then talk to me," I whispered, "tell me what you're feeling. Even if you can't make sense out of it. Just tell me anyway. I'll listen."

And she did.

I ran a hot bubble bath and for the first time in months I held my wife's beautiful naked body against mine, listening as she told me everything she had been going through.

I washed her hair, scrubbed her back, and helped her shave her legs, and in return, she gave me the best sex I'd had in a while.

Watching her face as she came on my cock buried up inside her made me cum, the feeling taking us both to a higher place we hadn't been in a while. It was euphoric.

Once out of the bath and fully dressed, she checked on our little angel still fast asleep, and for the first time since we brought her home, I watched the brightest, sweetest smile grace my wife's face as she looked down on her. It made my heart swell with joy.

We discovered that night, after some slight research that what she was experiencing was called postpartum depression.

It's something most new mother's get, some more extreme than others. We weren't throwing all our eggs into the basket of self diagnosis, but she promised to call her doctor the next morning and schedule an appointment.

Seven months old. Time flies when you're having fun. I watched my wife as she attempted to feed our angel sweet potatoes for the first time. Surprisingly, she liked them. A quarter of the jar later and we had a happy, sleepy little baby.

I cleaned her up and handed her to mama as she willingly and lovingly took her and cradled her just the way she liked it. With some warm milk, a soft blanket, and mama's arms, our little girl was out like a light.

My wife looked up at me, smiling brightly. She was herself again and there was no better feeling than to see her return. With a mild medication and a little therapy, postpartum depression slowly made its way out of our lives, restoring to me the woman I loved.

She apologized, over and over, time and time again, but I always reminded her there was nothing to apologize for. None of it was ever her fault.

"Thank you for sticking it out with me, Noah. Thank you for not running away."

I took her hand and kissed it, rubbing her growing belly carrying baby Davis number two. Now that we knew what to mostly expect, this little gem would be easier to handle.

"For better or for worse, Princess. You've got me and them, forever."

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens #bad omens cult #bad omens band #bad omens fanfiction

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thefallennightmare · 7 months ago

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Eternally Grateful-Miracle!Noah Sebastian

*GIF created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: smut, language, fluff.

Summary: Reader refused to take the laptop Noah bought for her, after she specifically asked him to stop spending his money on her. That was, until he wore her down with his tongue.

A/N: Again, this takes place in the Miracle Universe! If you haven't read it, no biggie! You won't be missing too much! But you should really check it out. I've been told once or twice it's a pretty great story.

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“Noah, what is this?” I pointed to the shiny plastic box in my suitcase.

His head full of fluffy hair popped out of the hotel room bathroom. “What’s what?”

I pointed to my suitcase again. “That!”

“Oh,” he muttered while coming up behind me and shrugged. “Whoops.”

Before he could walk away, I grabbed onto his arm, keeping him in front of me. I could feel the aggravation creeping in. I knew he did it out of his love for me but I specifically told him not to buy this for me.

“I told you I didn’t need a laptop. Bryan has one for me to use.”

Noah kissed my forehead. “Think of it as a birthday present.”

“My birthday is in six months,” I crossed my arms.

“Christmas present?” he suggested.

“It's April!” I sighed exasperated while pinching my eyes shut. “When we get back home, please return it. I’ll save up my own money to buy myself one.”

Noah’s lips parted to speak but there was a knock to our hotel room door, halting whatever he was about to say. When he opened it, Matt stood on the other side while nursing a Celsius.

“Ready?”

Bad Omens had a sound check at the venue before the show tonight, the first show of the Europe leg of the tour.

“Are you coming?” Noah asked after turning back to me.

I was still angry about the brand new laptop in my suitcase but didn’t want to cause a scene in front of Matt. So instead, I grabbed the camera Bryan gave me and pushed my way past the two guys, ignoring their protests of waiting for them.

Ever since the fire and losing everything, Noah had made it his mission to buy me things I needed to replace. The necessities were fine but when it came to expensive things, I drew the line. Noah worked hard for his money and I felt terrible to have him spend it on me.

The entire time of soundcheck, I didn’t say a word to Noah, hoping my silent treatment would show him how angry I was. Deep down, I knew it was a sweet gesture but it was in my stubborn nature to be a brat.

“Angel,” Noah’s voice came through the microphone. “How does it sound up there?”

I was standing up in the balconies of the venue because Matt was worried about how the mix would sound this high up.

“It sounds good, Matt!” I called down to him, who was standing in the sound deck.

Once again ignoring Noah.

Then later, after I took my round of pictures, I was sitting on the edge of the stage and looking back at what I took when Noah sat beside me. His long legs swinging off the edge.

“You’re ignoring me.”

I hummed, still clicking through the pictures. I stopped on one I took of Noah bending at the knees while holding his microphone. The white tank top he wore always stood out against the tone of his skin. I bit the inside of my cheek when I noticed how thick his muscles were in this position.

Curse the burning between my legs. Due to the long travel from the States to the U.K, we barely had time alone before dealing with things to get the first night of the tour set up.

“Y/N,” my voice came out in a low rumble in his chest. “Why can’t you accept the fact that I want to take care of you?”

“I told you not to buy me one and you did it anyway,” I said, not looking at him yet.

I knew if I gazed up into those almond eyes I would falter immediately.

“I wanted to,” Noah said. “Why is the idea of me taking care of you so hard to understand?”

“Because I’ve been taking care of myself my entire life,” I semi-snapped while jumping off the stage and sauntered off to the green room.

I knew from the thundering footsteps behind me that Noah was following and when we were alone in the green room, I placed the camera on the couch.

“Please take it,” he breathed while placing his hands on my hips.

I pouted, my resolve crumbling. “I feel terrible you spent a lot of money on it. On me.”

“Angel,” Noah’s thumb grazed over my cheek. “I want to take care of you.”

“It’s an expensive laptop, Noah. I know how much it cost because I’ve had my eye on it long before the fire,” I admitted.

He had a playful smirk on his lips as he shook his bangs away from his eyes. “How do you think I knew which one to get you? You’re not very good at hiding things.”

I scoffed while smacking his chest, causing a rouse of laughter from us, but I wasn’t ready to accept his gift; yet.

“I don’t know,” I sighed while slowly moving from side to side in his embrace. “You could have used that money for something else. Something for the studio.”

Noah led me to the couch in the green room, the back of my knees hitting the leather armrest.

“Take it,” he spoke quietly before getting to his knees.

When I didn’t say anything right away, he placed his hands behind his back and knelt even farther on the ground, resting his forehead on the toes of my boots.

“Please, angel. Let me show you how much I want to take care of you.”

My eyes widened when his long fingers hooked into my leggings, pulling them down to my ankles, and then made me sit on the armrest. The coolness from the leather felt wonderful on my heated skin as Noah spread my legs wide for him.

“What if someone walks in?”

He tore his hungry eyes away from my pussy and up to my eyes. “Give them a show, Y/N.”

I gaped down in shock at him which caused him to give a curt laugh. “I already locked the door.”

Soon his tongue flicked over my already sensitive clit and my nails quickly found his scalp, yanking him closer to me.

“I fucking love the way you taste,” he groaned seconds before completely devouring me with his mouth.

My mewls of pleasure sounded disgustingly loud in the small green room. Noah knew exactly what to do with his tongue to make my body ignite for him. His hair was a mess thanks to my fingers running through it, bucking on the ends to keep him in place.

“Oh, fuck,” I shook when a finger slipped inside, pumping in and out of my pussy with such speed it made my head spin.

“Do you want to be a good girl for me, angel?” Noah broke away from my clit to look up at me with wide pupils.

My arousal coated his lips and I let out a small whimper when I nodded.

“Then take the laptop,” he ordered before diving back in to enjoy his meal.

I wrapped my legs around his head as another way to keep him close to me as my orgasm began to build and build. It teetered on the edge of the cliff and with one piercing cry of his name, I came apart. Noah lapped up my juices like a man who had just found water after trekking in the desert for days.

When I blinked through the haze that danced at the edge of my vision, I noticed Noah was standing in front of me now, lips and chin covered in my wetness, and he held up a finger; a silent command.

I brought it to my mouth eagerly to lick it clean, humming at how delicious I tasted.

“You’re such a good girl for me, angel. Fuck,” Noah hissed when my teeth grazed along his finger as he pulled it out of my mouth.

“Can I repay you for my gift?” I asked with doe eyes while raking my nails down the tattoos on his arms.

Somehow Noah knew I wasn’t talking about money.

In one swift motion, we switched positions so he was sitting on the armrest and I was standing in front of him; his large hand resting on top of my head.

“On your knees, Y/N,” he demanded while pushing me roughly to my knees.

His cock sprung free when I pulled it out of his black shorts and I wasted no time licking up the precum at the head before swirling it over my tongue. I took his entire length in my mouth and bobbed my head up and down in fast strokes. He always had a tangy yet sweet taste and I purred when the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.

“Shit!” He hissed and gripped the back of my head. “Right there, angel. Fuck, I’m gonna-.”

When my hand began playing with his soft balls, I knew he wouldn’t be able to hang on for much longer. With a grunt, his warm cum shot down my throat and I dug my nails into the skin of his thighs.

“Every.”

Thrust.

“Last.”

Thrust.

“Drop.”

I did.

My mouth popped off his dick and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before tucking his cock away.

“I will be eternally grateful for your gift,” I vowed with a kiss to his lips; myself still lingering.

Noah vibrated as he slowly pulled up my leggings for me just as the door to the green room opened with a distraught-looking Matt.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Noah. What the fuck! We only have ten minutes left before the doors open and your M.I.A.” He took off his hat to shake out his hair.

My gaze snapped away from Matt to Noah. “You told me you locked the door!”

He winked with a shrug and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “Whoops.”

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens #miracle noah sebastian

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ivquatro · 8 months ago

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WIP - I dreamt of Sebastian in a pink suit and decided to draw him!

Below is just a personal story (if it's written in a strange and wrong way, it's because English isn't my native language).

I started to see his face and became emotional, I remembered when I was 14, when I started to draw and threw away all my drawings of Sebastian, which I dedicated myself to learning to draw and do, because my relatives said it was "devil stuff". My parents protected me, they didn't mind that I liked anime and stuff, but it was very traumatic for me, it led to a lot of arguments with my evangelical grandmother and aunts. I used to be very outgoing and that made me close myself off from the world, in a way, and today I'm very introverted and closed off, because I heard horrible things, which hurt me a lot, because I liked anime and drawing, and I always tried hard to be the " perfect child".

(But the awkward questions to answer, the unpleasant atmosphere of arguments, the fact that my father was upset that I argued with my grandmother, as well as the unpleasant atmosphere of family gatherings, were very present at the time. I remember that other things came up and my relatives bothered me for 6 years straight, until I went to college).

It's ridiculous to think that because of religion, people made me think terrible things against myself, which was the source of my anxiety, introversion, being closed off to the point of not saying anything about my feelings. Even after 10 years, I still feel bad about it, it took me 10 years to draw a character and almost cry. I stopped drawing for many years and today I still find it very difficult to show my drawings to anyone I know, I remain anonymous, and I still avoid drawing everything I want to. I was very sad to throw away hours of my effort. In a way, this drawing is simple, but it makes the girl from 10 years ago very happy, I'm still not the woman she would like to be, but I try as hard as I can. I loved Kuroshitsuji, I used to buy clothes inspired by the characters and wear them (even though I lived in Brazil, at least I could wear them in winter :D), I got the manga, I bought things from the anime (my keychain is still from Kuroshitsuji).

There are only 3 drawings left from the many I had, which I still keep. The Undertaker one (my favorite character, I even drew it and made his bookmark) it's 10 years old, the other two will be 10 this year.

In the end, I still love subjects and things about demons, I watch anime from time to time, I still play games, I'm bi, agnostic and I've started drawing again! Next week I'll be 24, I'm still here and I'm going to keep drawing.

#wip #my art #kuroshitsuji #black butler

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veronicaphoenix · 1 year ago

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wrapped in winter embers | n.s.

One-shot ✨ Pairing: noah sebastian x fem. reader

Tags and cw: Established relationship. Christmas fluff with sexual content, hot chocolate, snow, and oral sex (both receiving), p in v, slight bondage, unprotected sex, chocolate and marshmallows included, mentions of pregnancy, and a glittery dick (yes, read to find out what I’m talking about). Not beta read. Just needed to get this out of my head. Enjoy :) | AO3

WRAPPED IN WINTER EMBERS

I found myself sitting in awe before the giant Christmas tree that had been set up in the expansive living room of our recently acquired home. We had moved in a mere ten months ago, and I had been looking forward to Christmas so that I could put a giant pine tree in the corner and decorate it from top to bottom. It had been a recurring dream of mine since childhood.

The tree had been brought in that morning, but Noah and I hadn’t started decorating until afternoon. I’d been running some errands in the morning while Noah took care of the delivery, and I nearly screamed when I entered the house and saw the tree in the space in the corner that we had left specially for it.

As the kitchen was cleared from our lunch and the house assumed a soothing sense of order, Noah and I set up to spend that afternoon and evening adorning the tree and extending the holidays spirit throughout the house.

We put some cute decorations in the entrance and had also placed small figurines and pots with artificial greenery and snow on the furniture around the house. Our main dining table and the coffee table in front of the television had also been adorned with delightful stuff that we had bought in a shopping Christmas trip we did to Target last week.

Now that we had a place of our own, it was the first time we put two red stockings on the fireplace with our names on them, and it was so lovely.

Nearly an hour into the tree decoration, we ran out of ornaments, and Noah decided to make a quick trip to a store in town to get some more. I told him it was not necessary. We could go together on Monday, but he insisted, given that tomorrow would be Sunday and the shops would be closed, and our tree would remain unfinished for another day and a half.

He pecked me on the lips as he zipped his winter jacket and left after grabbing the house and car keys from the small tray we kept in the entrance. I told him to drive safe, given that it was snowing outside. It wasn’t much but enough to cover the ground about two inches.

By the time Noah came back, not more than twenty minutes later, I was sat on the floor, busying myself rearranging the twinkling ornaments to sooth my OCD. I couldn’t shake the feeling that both sides of the tree were stuffed unevenly, and it was driving me nuts.

The content smile on my face fell as I looked towards the entrance, where he was struggling to remove his boots while his hands were fully occupied. I stood up, leaving a golden garland on the floor and quickly walked to him.

“What’s all this?” I asked, grabbing one of the boxes that he carried in his arms, clearing his vision, hitherto obscured by the cardboard monolith. “You should’ve called me. I would have gone outside to help you bring these in.”

“It’s freezing outside, baby. I didn’t want you to get cold. Besides, it wasn’t a problem.”

“You would’ve probably tripped on the carpet and fallen on top of these,” I said, smiling sheepishly at him after I set the box I carried next to the tree.

“Yeah, and that would have been so much fun for you, right?”

I moved my shoulders up and down, feigning an innocent expression.

“Yes, play good girl all you want, princess.” He set down the other box and removed his jacket, walking back to the house entrance to keep it in the main wardrobe. He came back, clad in his Bad Omens hoodie, sweatpants, and the winter socks that I had recently got him from a new shop that had opened in town. He took a seat on the carpet next to me. “How is it going?” He asked regarding my work during his absence. While waiting for my answer, he ripped the tape of one of the boxes and opened it, diving into its contents.

“Well, how does it look?” I moved back, leaning on his shoulder so that we could assess the tree together from a small distance.

He hummed in satisfaction and proceeded to empty the boxes. There was so much stuff in them that I thought we would have to buy another tree, after all. Maybe a small one that we could put outside on the porch. Not a bad idea.

“Oh, you got the glittery ones?” I asked as I held a box of eight perfect Christmas balls painted in vibrant glossy red and coated with a golden layer of glitter.

“I know you said to get the plain shiny ones,” he replied, finishing unpacking and setting the different plastic bags and cases containing all kinds of ornaments in one side. “But these ones looked so good.”

“There will be glitter everywhere for months. This thing is super static, but yeah, they look nice. Thanks.”

As we busied ourselves unpacking some of the things, I noticed a couple of garlands and a satin ribbon that look extremely similar to the velvety ones that Noah kept upstairs, in our bedroom. I looked up at him, wondering what had been on his mind when he entered the Christmas shop downtown, but he was distracted removing the plastic from some other random decorations.

We spent the next hour finishing the tree. Two weeks ago, I had bought a ladder on Amazon, thinking that it would be helpful for events like this, but truth was that I hadn’t really thought much before purchasing it, and it ended up being pretty useless, especially when Noah was around.

After hearing his complaints about the ladder for a solid five minutes, I gave up and I asked him to pick me up, much to his satisfaction. He willingly crouched down (with a grin on his face) to let me hop onto his shoulders, and as he straightened up, the world beneath me transformed. Everything certainly looked different from up here, and it was also a bit scary.

“Be still,” I told him. The only way I could grab onto him as I set the star on top of the tree was by tightening my thighs against his head.

“Ease that grip, tigress. I’m not going to let you fall,” he replied, holding onto my thighs with his hands.

When the final touch was complete, I clapped, full of joy. Noah, seizing the opportunity, thought it would be funny to start swaying right and left, threatening to dislodge me from his shoulders. I clutched at his hair, using it as an anchor and pulling whenever I thought I was going to fall down, and his laughter morphed into a sudden yelp of pain. I gave his shoulder a playful slap, scolding him, only to be met with another round of sways. I lost my balance, but he was prepared to catch me and wrapped his arms around me as I wrapped my limbs around his slender, towering frame. By the time I bit his neck, we were both laughing, filling the cozy space of our home with the sound.

He trailed a path of kisses and lovely nib bites down my neck and sternum, causing me to shiver. Sensing my slight chill, Noah proposed starting a fire and preparing hot chocolate.

I was clearing out the plastic and empty envelopes strewn across the floor when he queried if I wanted cream and marshmallows on my drink. I wasn’t very keen on the cream, but that day I fancied some marshmallows, and I replied with a delighted “yes, please” from the living room. Even though the kitchen seamlessly melded into the living room, I was out of Noah’s sight, positioned on the other side of the sofa. In the background Christmas music played from a speaker nestled in a corner of the kitchen counter.

The mug warmed up my hands when Noah offered to me. He kissed my hair and let me sit back down in front of the tree to wonder where we could put the rest of the new decorations. Noah took a seat in his favorite armchair, a cozy grey piece that we found in a second-hand furniture shop and that he had sent for repairing. He loved spending hours there when he was reading a book or whenever he was on a phone call that extended for too long. Whenever I was alone in the house or he was locked in his studio, I would steal his place and sit there myself, cozy up with a blanket and a good book and wait until he come back. He would feign shock at the fact that I was sitting on his favorite spot, he would pick me up and carry me to the sofa, where I would keep my hold on him to avoid him getting away. Many evenings that winter we had fallen asleep on the sofa, Noah on top of me, after a slow kissing session driven by our playful fight about the armchair. Some other times we would end up having delicious sex.

For a while, it was quiet in the house, the tranquil hush only interrupted by the occasional noise I made while playing around with the Christmas decorations. The air carried the warm essence of hot chocolate, infused with the comforting aroma of cinnamon and the warmth coming from the fireplace. As I took in how happy I was, I looked at Noah, who was responsible for making this dream of mine a reality. He was sat slouched in his armchair, scrolling down on his phone as he indulged in the warm drink. His legs were casually parted, and he looked so damn good in his black sweatpants. I knew from experience how good I fitted between those two legs. Memories from previous times sparked a sudden yearning, heat coiling up in the pit of my stomach.

In a matter of seconds, my attention shifted from the adorned tree and Christmas trinkets. I moved silently toward him, crawling my way between his legs until I was seated on my knees, on my heels, in front of him, right between his legs. I looked up and bat my eyelashes.

Noah moved the hand that was holding the mug aside and directed his gaze downward, meeting mine.

“Hi, there, pretty girl.”

I licked my lips and slid my hands from his knees to his thighs.

“What are you doing?” He asked. Oh, he knew very well. “You wanna suck me?”

“Yeah.”

There was a moment of hesitation in his actions, probably because he was taking in my proposition and was being consumed by the sudden excitement inside of him. He kept the mug and his iPhone on a small wooden table by the armchair.

“Go on, kitten.”

One of his hands moved to the back of my head and encouraged me forward. My hands found the waistband of his sweatpants. I pulled them down alongside his underwear as he lifted his hips for two seconds.

My throat went dry at the sight in front of me. He was already half hard. I hadn’t even touched him, and he was already eager at the idea of my mouth on him.

I leaned down, opening my mouth. I licked the head once. It was salty, earthy. All man. I lapped at him again, hearing him hissing in a breath, and delved right into it, filling my mouth with his thickening length. His hands found the back of my head, fisting my hair. He buckled up slowly, forcing me to take him all in, until I had him at the back of my throat. My mouth felt overfull as I worked him back up and down, his little whimpers and curses filling my ears.

I moved back once, his hand freeing my hair and his cock slipping from my lips. I licked them, looking intently at him. He smiled wide and bright, and brushed some strands of hair out of my face and onto the back of my ear.

“Keep going, baby.”

Taking a deep breath, I leaned in again, sliding his cock in against my tongue, setting a blistering pace. “That’s it. Fuck. Deeper? Yeah, just like that. Good girl.”

The taste of him suffused me. I held onto his thighs as he slid in and out of my mouth. One of his hands found support on my hair again, something that he loved doing. I knew he was almost there as I felt him tensing his grip on my hair and how his hips snapped forward and his head fell back on the recliner. He was losing it. I was enamored with the image of him in that state, even if I couldn’t engorge myself too much on it because I was busy with his cock in my mouth. If anything, knowing how powerless he was in that moment, how vulnerable he was for me, I sucked him deeper, tightening my mouth around his thick length, and playing with my tongue as I felt him pulsing inside and I heard his whimpers increase. A salty liquid coated my tongue and the back of my throat. I struggled to swallow, but I did it as I slowly slid him out of me.

He muttered a curse as his whole body released from the high. I stayed on my knees, licking my lips, and watching him with utter adoration. I would spend the whole day worshipping him like this if he’d let me.

“I don’t know what Christmas gift you’re planning to get me, but trust me,” he said, taking a pause to regain his breathing, “nothing will beat this up.”

“I’ll take note of it,” I joked.

After a moment, he kicked his sweatpants away from his feet, bent forward and helped me get up from the floor. He lifted me onto him and settled me on his bare lap.

“What a lucky motherfucker I am,” he whispered. With a hand on the back of my neck, he pushed my face down onto his and I drowned in the kiss.

We kissed for a while, oblivious to the snow falling outside and the cracking of the fire behind us. When I pulled away, Noah’s cheeks were flushed pink. I moved a few strands of hair out of his face, and he studied mine for a second or two before picking me up and standing up.

“Is your period over?”

I nodded.

“Choose: the kitchen isle or the carpet?”

The idea of both scenarios made me wet.

Wetter.

“Both?” I appealed.

“Someone’s cheeky today, huh?” He noted with hint of amusement.

He walked us to the kitchen isle.

“I’m feeling festive.”

“Sure you are,” he replied, holding a laugh.

He set me on the isle, and I let out a little scream at the cold surface. I was wearing grey leggings and the layer of fabric was very thin. I could feel the cold spreading through every inch of my body.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to heat you up so badly you’re going to beg me to switch on the AC.”

He captured my mouth in his again. He pushed me back, forcing me to lay down on my back, my skin protected by the white top and the oversized sweater I was wearing. He ordered to lift my hips and he removed my socks, leggings and underwear, eyeing them and lifting a brow.

“Someone’s very aroused,” he said, eyeing the embarrassing stain covering my panties.

“Clearly,” I replied, pointing with my eyes at his growing erection.

“Bratty girl”, his voice got muffled by the fabric of his hoodie and shirt coming out.

I was going to say something but then two of his fingers slid down my curls and then to my folds, and the words got stuck in my throat.

“Fuck, Noah.”

“That’s what I’m gonna do: fuck you.” He slid a finger in. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation brought by the movement induced by his long finger, sliding in and out in a tortuous dance. “But I need to have a taste first. Isn’t it wonderful that this isle has the perfect size for me to get on my knees and dip my mouth between your legs?”

I didn’t have time to think or utter another word before his tongue was on me. I gasped and struggled for my next breath, but he didn’t care. He toyed with me, slipping another finger and fondling my walls, sticking to his promise of heating me up. I couldn’t feel the cold of the marble anymore. I could only feel his warmth breath on my skin, the texture of his tongue lapping at my clit. He was fucking talented, and I could only give in to his pleasure, which moved to another level when he moved back, stood up, and grabbed his cock in his hand to guide it towards my entrance.

“You look so pretty all wet and ready for me.”

“Please…”

His hand slid up my belly, making its way underneath the fabric of the sweater and the top until it reached one of my breasts. Holding onto it, he used his other hand to position his cock in my pussy. Then he pushed in. I grasped his tattooed forearms. He started thrusting, his face tense, his expression one of contained self-control. My nipple ached between his fingers, and my heels dig onto his backside as I urged him closer, deeper into me.

“Noah, I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold it for long,” I manage to mumble between cries.

“Well, I’m not ready to let you come yet.”

Not a moment had passed that he slid his arms underneath my body and picked me up again, securing me against his frame with his arms and hands. He walked us to the center of the living room, by the Christmas tree. He sat me on the floor and told me to sit up the two seconds it took him to remove the remaining pieces of clothing I had on. I laid back down. The cracking from the fireplace and the scent of the two mugs of hot chocolate still lingering in the air, adding an extra layer of warm to our sweaty bodies.

Confusion suddenly etched my features as I saw him taking my hot chocolate from the spot on the floor where I had left it. He took a sip, taking his time indulging in it.

“Lucky you,” he started saying, “the chocolate is still warm.”

He set it down next to my body, dipped his fingers in the chocolate and picked a marshmallow. A second after, he was playing with it around my nipple, leaving a trail of hot liquid chocolate around the peak of my breast. My breath was caught on my throat as I watched the lust in his eyes.

“I’m gonna eat you all up,” he promised before he put the marshmallow in his mouth and descended into my breasts.

He covered me in drops of warm liquid, watching my body shiver every time the chocolate touched my skin and smirking at the desperation showing and growing on my face. He repeated the same pattern for a few times, tracing drawings on my chest and stomach, chewing at the marshmallows and even putting one of them on my mouth, his tongue sliding too far down a couple of times and lapping at me once, twice. The last time he dipped his fingers in the mug, he led them to my mouth and asked me to lick them off, which earned me a sweet “good girl” from him.

He gave up the rest of the hot chocolate and focused on the task of sinking himself on me again, but he stopped for just a second, eyeing the point where our bodies where about to merge, then guiding his gaze to me.

“Do we have any condoms here?” He asked, looking around as if remembering where we had placed the last box we bought.

“No…” I answered. A thought raced my mind. It had been there before, but I had never really said it aloud. Until now. I swallowed and said in a low voice, “It’s okay.”

“It’s okay?” He repeated, eyebrows furrowed.

I started smiling and he knew me too well to discern what my expression meant.

“Do you mean I can…? I can do it inside?” His pupils expanded.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded impatiently.

“This means… Pff,” he sat back on his heels, looking down as if suddenly lost in thought. He raked a hand through his hair. “Are you thinking about…?”

“Yeah…” I whispered. I sat up to run two fingers down the side of his face. I didn’t have to say it out loud to know that the same images were crossing his mind. The bottom of the tree filled with Christmas gifts and a few kids running around, chasing each other, filling the house with their sweet and loud laughs, and Noah and me looking at them from the sofa, where we were cuddled up in each other’s arms, drinking hot chocolate.

“Well, now I can’t definitely shake off the idea of having a little you driving me crazy around this house,” he suddenly stated.

“So…?”

“So,” his body covered mine, his eyes diving into mine. “I’ll ask one more time. Are you sure? You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes.”

“This is— You are gonna be the death of me. Wait a second.”

He ruffled through the stuff set on the floor, toppling one of the boxes containing the glittery balls. They scattered around in all direction, rolling beneath the tree and weaving through our legs. He moved them aside until he found the satin ribbon.

I knew it.

He requested for my hands, and I offered them to him, the inner side of my wrists gently meeting. With practiced precision, it took him less than a minute to tie them up in a very elaborate knot that showed off his skills in the art of Shibari. He had been interested in it for a long time, having read plenty of books. However, it wasn’t until one evening, filled with a hint of shyness, that he approached me and asked if he could try it on me. Surprisingly for the two of us, we both enjoyed it, leading to an ongoing exploration where he continued to refine his arts on my body.

Once tied, he let them rest over my belly for a second and admired me, flush filling up my cheeks.

“My perfect Christmas gift,” he said.

“I’m naked,” I replied, a bit self-conscious.

“That’s how I like my presents: unwrapped but tied. Now be good, yeah? Or else, Santa will not bring you any presents.”

“I have mine exactly where I want it…” I smirked and Noah mirrored my expression as he lowered his head to kiss me. It was soft, gentle, passionate. His lips molding to mine in a way that would drive me insane anytime. I would remember his taste and his scent for ages and ages.

With my arms positioned a top of my head, his mouth claimed mine again and his body filled mine, every inch of skin touching, gliding against each other as we started moving.

We fucked relentlessly, my screams increasing with every thrust, filling up our house. The sweat covering Noah’s body intensifying as waves of heat enveloped us not only from the fire burning mere meters away from us, but from the one growing and growing inside of our bodies.

When the moment came, I wanted to witness his expression with my own eyes. I was a prisoner underneath his body, but he was mine to admire and adore.

“Noah, look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”

But it was too much. His gaze bore into mine, but his features were tensing and a muscle in his jaw ticked until he couldn’t hold it any longer and he sank his head in my neck with a primal growl.

It was the first time he came inside of me, and I never heard him groaning the way he did that afternoon as he emptied himself inside of me. I was overcome by a new and strange sensation. A part of him was now inside of me and would stay with me forever. It was different than saying he occupied a place in my heart. This was totally, undoubtedly different. This was physical. Primal. And I loved it. I wanted to stay in that moment, in that warmth that spread inside of me, his pulse beating against my walls.

I moved my tied arms and put them over his head, around his neck, until my fingers could graze the sweaty hair at the back of his neck. He struggled to regain his breathing. The weight of his entire body laid on mine.

“You look so pretty when you’re coming,” I said softly.

Noah’s shy laugh against my neck, below my ear, made me giggle underneath him.

“You’re spoiling me, you know?” He said, nibbling at my jaw. Even though his face remained hidden, I could see in my mind the flush that covered his cheeks every time I complimented him.

“I want to make you happy.”

“You’re my happiness,” he replied. A kiss laid on the pulse of my neck.

“That’s sweet.”

He touched my cheek, and finally lifted his head from the crook of my neck. Tattooed knuckles tenderly grazing against my skin.

“I’m not lying.”

“I know.”

I kissed him. He kept me in his embrace for a while, taking a moment to check my face, move the hair out of it, and make sure I was okay.

He straightened up on his knees and pulled out softly, making us both feel the last trace of our union. He looked attentively at the point in which our bodies stopped being connected, and I heard him say “it’s all inside, fuck,” and a smile tugging at a corner of his lips before he got up. He told me to wait as he went to the bathroom to grab some wipes and clean us up a bit.

I heard him curse from the bathroom downstairs a few seconds later.

“Is something wrong?” I asked from the floor.

“My dick's got glitter in it!”

“I told you about the glittery balls!”

“You’re telling me!”

I cracked up at his reply. Then I heard him muttering: “How the fuck did it get here?”

I could picture him holding his dick with one hand, observing his length and his glittery balls and trying to remove the small particles with a tissue paper.

When he came back, he was holding a packet of wipes in one hand, his dick hanging lose between his legs, softening, but he still looked as much a man as he looked when he was pounding inside of me.

I loved him with all my soul, and I would never stop feeling lucky for getting to call him mine.

“What a cute little Christmas thing you are, aren’t you?” He said when he noticed that my thighs and belly were also shining with particles of glitter that had glued to my skin.

I was laying down by the Christmas tree, covered in glitter, all flushed and used.

“I’m still tied.”

I hadn’t bothered to move because I felt… euphoric. Nothing had changed. Yet, everything could have. I still felt Noah’s liquid drip inside of me and it was… strange yet welcome. And the thought that I could be pregnant in the next minutes, if not already, had me floating in a dream.

“And if I had my way, you would stay like that for hours while I eat you out and make you come over and over again,” he said, looking down at me from his full height.

Noah knelt beside me and untied me. His warm hands massaged my wrists briefly before he extracted a couple of wipes from a thick plastic envelope. As the damp cool cotton touched my skin, I startled.

“Cold?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Sorry,” he apologized, and maneuvered my body so that I was closer to the fireplace. The comforting warmth enveloped me, and I just stared at the flickering flames for a while, taking in the events of the evening, a sense of satisfaction and tranquility settling over me.

Suddenly, I felt Noah’s hand on my tummy. When I turned my head, he was lying face down on the carpet next to me, his head propped on one hand while his other was caressing the skin of my belly.

“I’ve never felt anything quite like it before,” he confessed in a hushed tone, gaze fixed on my body. We had always used condoms, and if not, he had always pushed out before he orgasmed. “That was incredible. Thanks.”

“Maybe this will be our Christmas gift,” I replied, placing my hand on top of his.

Noah studied our joined hands, his smile widening. There was a glint in his eyes that filled my heart with happiness.

Leaning down, he kissed me, whispering a slow and tender “I love you” against my lips. My response echoed his three words.

I brushed some strands of wild hair away from his face.

He peppered some kisses down my shoulder.

“Want to take a shower?”

“I think we actually need it,” I acknowledged. “Might help us remove that glitter.”

I looked down at him. Indeed, his dick had glitter in it. I just needed to tie a bow with that red ribbon and tadah! My Christmas gift!

“Don’t you even think about sharing this with the guys. They would never let me see the end of it.”

The topic clouded my other thoughts, and I found myself laughing as Noah helped me up. I couldn’t restrain myself as he pushed us towards the bathroom in the main suite upstairs, and by the time our naked feet hit the cold tiles in the shower, we were both cracking up.

#bad omens fic #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian x ofc #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens fanfic #noah sebastian x you #noah sebastian x reader #veronicas writings

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emma045 · 6 days ago

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“I should’ve left you in that hallway where you were…” -Sebastian

“BUTCHYA DIDNT!” -The expendable he found bleeding out and brought back to his shop because they bought a medkit

Sebastian: i start to regret my choices

Y/N:*fortnite dancing*

Sebastian: give me one good reason to not get rid of you myself

Y/N: i'm your best friend?

Sebastian: who?

Y/N: i buy stuff

Sebastian: ...right

#sebastian solace x reader #pressure x reader

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zetadraconis11 · 8 months ago

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When Ominis asks (why are you still alive) I think to myself how Mc takes a lot of things out of his pockets and sleeves because where else does MC get the stuff from. a whole army of biting cabbage

The fact that the Harry Potter world might be the only world that can make the classic video game trope of "bunch of stuff in inventory bag" make sense. Since there are such things as Extension Charms, like what Hermione uses in Deathly Hallows.

I mean, technically d&d (and pathfinder) have the Bag of Holding, but other than that! It makes logical sense that MC could have a bunch of stuff in their bag. The fact the contents are not school supplies like everyone else...

*during a homework session in the Room of Requirement*

Sebastian: Hey, MC, can I borrow a quill?

MC: Yeah, go ahead. It's in my bag.

Sebastian: *reaches in* Er...why do you have this? *pulls out a Thunderbrew potion*

MC: It's really helpful in sticky situations with enemies.

Garreth: I approve! Do you also have invisibility potions?

MC: Oh yeah, about 19 of them!

Sebastian: *pulls out dittany plants* ...why do you just have these in your bag?

MC: Where else am I supposed to store them?

Sebastian: *yelps and pulls his hand out of the bag* YOU HAVE CHINESE CHOMPING CABBAGES IN THERE?

MC, confused: You don't?

Ominis: ...WHY do you have those cabbages in there?!

MC: I don't have JUST the cabbages in there. I also have the Venomous Tentaculas and Mandrakes.

Amit: For...what?

Poppy: Also for sticky situations? I've used a few plants myself.

MC: Indeed! Leander gave me the idea to use plants against some bad guys, and it's been really helpful.

Natty: I...suppose that's really resourceful.

Ominis: MC, just how much trouble do you come across?

MC: Don't worry! I've handled it just fine! No harm done. Well, okay, harm for the other guys, not me. I've brewed over thirty Wiggenwelds.

Garreth: That's...even more than I've ever brewed.

Sebastian: You know what? Forget I asked for a quill. I'm not putting my hand in there again.

MC: I'll just get it for you. *reaches into bag* You just...need to rearrange things. *Pulls out a stack of random letters* Oh, yeah, found those during my wanderings. *Takes out scrolls of spellcrafts* Still need those to decorate my room here... *Pulls out nab-sack* Oh, don't open that. The Lord of the Shore likes to nap in there.

Poppy: Lord of the Shore-? The rumored GRAPHORN?

MC: Yeah, I had to tame him. Now, he and I travel the highlands every now and then.

Sebastian: So not only do you have deadly plants in your bag, but you also have a bag of dangerous animals?

MC: This is my first year at Hogwarts, I don't know what to keep with me at all times at this school. *pulls out a couple brooms* Oh, bought those from a few merchants.

Amit: ...That is quite the Extensive Charm on the bag. I'm actually very impressed!

MC, taking out a feather quill: Aha! Here you go!

Sebastian, slowly accepting it: ...thank you.

Natty: At this point, I don't think we should be surprised.

Ominis: I'm not surprised, I'm WORRIED.

#Ominis gets gray hair from fretting over mc #mc's inventory is just miscellaneous stuff #They're a hoarder confirmed #Random letters and notes and harvested plants and potions and clothes and spellcrafts #So much stuff lol #mc is prepared for anything but school apparently #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #poppy sweeting #amit thakkar #natsai onai #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons

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darkwolf17nooo · 30 days ago

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😭 help, I already have 61 deaths in pressure, and I just can't make it to the end. Yesterday I reached the crystal but, because of his stupidity, I died from an explosion 💀 But I've already bought myself 5 revivals, I hope I'll get at least one victory soon

And so that the post is not empty, I'll show you the sketch with Sebastian that I drew while I was on the train.

#pressure sebastian #pressure #sketch #roblox pressure

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xmads-omensx · 2 months ago

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The Dice Collection

MASTERSLIST

Words Count: 2,008

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex, mentions of bullying, fluff, comfort

Summary: Y/N has a secret, that she has hid for many years, how will she react when Noah accidentally discovers it?

Here’s the thing, I was never exactly the most popular kid at school. Sure, I had plenty of friends and I wasn’t exactly bullied or found school to be particularly challenging. I was, however, one of the smarter kids. I liked the nerdier stuff like Star Wars, anime, Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. I always had my nose in a book… outside of school.

This aspect of my personality was always something that I hid away from my peers. I wasn’t ashamed of it by any means, but I had heard horrific stories about bullying from other kids who liked the same stuff. These tales haunted my Dungeons and Dragons party that I met up with once a week. The other members had all been treated horrifically by their peers at school, whilst I wasn’t.

The stories my friends told me encouraged me to hide these things that I enjoyed, at least until I had finished school.

To my credit, I never lied about it. I did in fact like wearing makeup and wearing the same kinds f clothes that the popular kids wore, so I felt less bad about it as I wasn’t completely following the crowd, despite that one part of my brain telling me the opposite.

However, when I did in fact finish school, I still hid this side of me away. Yes, I still played Dungeons and Dragons and splashed an obnoxious amount of money on anime t-shirts and posters, but I never told anyone about it. To this day I’m not exactly sure why I did this, but it felt like a safety blanket, separating myself from that awful possibility that I could still get bullied for it.

When I was nineteen, I dated this guy, Trevor, he was the nicest guy I had ever met. He treated me well, he took me out on dates and paid for my meals, he bought me nice jewellery and never had anything mean to say about me. Sure, I had been with other guys, but Trevor was different.

We had been together for about three months when our date took is to my apartment. We had slept together before so it wasn’t exactly weird for our dates to end up at his place, but never at my place.

However, we had been together for so long that I felt comfortable finally having him stay the night at mine.

And boy was I wrong.

He walked through my apartment and into my bedroom. He opened the door and stood in the doorway for a moment before doubling over in laughter. I laughed along with him hesitantly, not quite understanding what was funny.

“What are you fucking five or something?” He turned to me, still laughing.

“What?” I cautiously laughed back.

“The posters. Anime and all that cartoon shit is for losers, children and virgins.” He started, still laughing. “And last time I checked, you weren’t any of those.”

“Oh..” I trailed off, not liking the turn this was taking.

“Don’t tell me you seriously like this shit, Y/N?” Trevor asked. He had stopped laughing.

“Well, yeah I do like it.” I said in a small voice. When he didn’t say anything I continued, “Sure, it’s not the coolest thing in the world, but I like it. You don’t have to watch it or anything. I’m not going to make you watch anything you don’t want to.”

“Damn straight I’m not watching that shit. Look, Y/N, I really thought this was going well but I’m not sure I can keep this up with you.” He added, no hint of a smile or laughter on his face anymore.

“What?” I asked in a small voice.

“Think about it, I can’t tell any of my friends about the shit you like because it will make me look like a fucking loser. What happens when we move in together? And you put this shit on our walls?” He gestured at the Castlevania poster that hung over my bed. “Everyone is going to think that I’m a fucking freak, Y/N, and I don’t want that. I’m sorry but we’re done.”

And with that, my relationship with my ‘perfect’ boyfriend was over.

I had been on dates since then, but had never taken it further in fear of a similar thing happening again. That had, however, allowed me to focus on my degree and graduating from university.

Now, at 23, I had managed to get into another relationship. Noah was the perfect guy. He was kind, thoughtful, hilarious and freakishly talented. Much like Trevor, he took me on lovely dates, paid for all of my meals and even bought me a stuffed koala back from Australia when he and his band played some shows over there.

He always made me feel special. Like I was worth something. Like I meant something to him. I felt so much better being with him than I had with Trevor before the breakup. The two weren’t even comparable. But why was I still so hesitant to bring him over to my place?

One evening, Noah picked me up from my place and took me to the movie theatre to see the new Alien movie that had just come out.

“You excited?” He asked. It was our six month anniversary, so this date felt extra special to me.

“Yeah, I cant wait.” I beamed at him. He reached over the console and took my hand in his significantly larger one before starting the drive to the theatre.

Upon arriving there, Noah bought us a large popcorn and Diet Pepsi to share. He then led us to our seats that were directly in the middle of the theatre.

The movie started and it was incredible. About halfway through the movie, Noah wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him, placing a kiss on the top of my head. I could feel my cheeks heating up at his gesture. No matter what he did, he made my heart flutter.

The movie ended and Noah took my hand, leading me to his car. He opened the door for me then ran around the car to the driver’s side and drove me back to my apartment.

The drive was short and full off discussions about the movie and other horror movies we liked.

Before we knew it, we had arrived at my apartment. Noah started acting a bit fidgety before finally cracking as he pulled into a parking space.

“Babe I have to pee so bad can I please use your bathroom?” He asked with a slight urgency to his voice.

I panicked instantly. “Uhh.. Noah I don’t know.”

“Please baby. I’ll only be a second.” He pleaded, the urgency in his voice becoming clearer.

“Noah…” I trailed off. I had absolutely no idea how to get out of this situation.

“Seriously babe, if I don’t go now I might actually piss myself. I am begging you right now.” Noah pleaded, grabbing both my hands in his for emphasis.

“Okay fine, but you can only go in the bathroom.” I said.

“Aye aye captain. I love you so much thank you thank you thank you.” He rushed as he practically leaped out of the car. I couldn’t help but laugh at his actions.

I unlocked the door to my apartment after we exited the lift.

“Second door on the left.” I instructed Noah.

He kissed me on the cheek before sprinting to the bathroom, making me break out into laughter.

I opened the fridge and pulled out a Diet Coke while I waited for him to be done. The bathroom door opened and out strolled a visibly more relaxed Noah. He walked straight over to me and planted a kiss on the top of my head. “You are my saviour.” He mumbled into my hair before kissing my head again. I couldn’t help but laugh again.

Noah took a seat at one of the barstools that sat opposite me on the breakfast bar. “So… what’s the deal with that dice print in the bathroom? The one above the toilet?” He asked with a curious look on his face.

My heart dropped.

I knew exactly what he meant. Above the toilet in my bathroom hung a print of a D20 with watercolour splashed on it. I had completely forgotten all about that being there.

“It’s nothing.” I tried to cover up how my smile fell slightly.

“Your sure? It’s cool as shit.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.

My heart rate picked up.

“What? You like it?” I asked with an incredulous look on my face.

“Yeah, it’s really cool. It looks great with the wallpaper in there.” He complimented.

I felt my cheeks heat up.

“You’re being serious? Like you’re not pranking me?” I asked him, my brow furrowed.

“Why would I lie about that? That would be so fucking weird.” He laughed, a brief look of concern flashing over his features.

“No reason, people just don’t usually like it that’s all.” I tried to cover up.

“Well they’re tasteless fools.” He said with a comically deadpan expression on his face. “It’s from a game right? Dungeons and something?” He asked.

Fuck.

“Yeah… Dungeons and Dragons.” I offered timidly.

“Do you play?” He asked.

I looked at my feet and didn’t reply. I knew what was coming.

“Babe?” He asked. “You okay?”

“It’s fine if it’s a dealbreaker I get it.” I said, defeated.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Noah asked, looking slightly offended.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to be with me because of it. I get it. It’s weird.” I said, my eyes beginning to tear up.

“Baby, what on earth are you talking about?” He repeated, softer this time.

I couldn’t prevent the tears that had begun to fall as I remembered what I went through with Trevor.

“It’s stupid.” I muttered, wiping my face hurriedly.

Before I could do anything else, two large arms wrapped around me as Noah pulled me into his chest. “Shhhh… it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not?” I asked quietly.

“No of course not. I was gonna ask you how to play because Jolly was thinking about it to keep us occupied next tour in our free time. I was gonna see if you would teach us.” He comforted with a slight laugh.

“Really!” My head shot up.

“Yeah.” He laughed.

“Okay.” I laughed and grabbed his arm, dragging him towards my bedroom.

“Woah there, take me out to dinner first.” Noah joked.

I shot him a glare as I opened the door, revealing the anime posters plastered over my walls. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Noah inspecting the posters and the self-consciousness began to sneak back in.

“No way! You like anime too!” He said with a massive grin taking over his face.

I didn’t really know what to say so I just nodded my head and smiled.

“You just get better and better.” He smiled and took my face in his hands, squishing my cheeks together and kissing my forehead.

I reached up onto my shelf and pulled down the large glass jar that I kept my dice in.

“Woah.” Noah gasped quietly. “How many are in there?”

“About 250? I mean that’s what it was last count, which was about a month ago but, I’ve bought more since then.” I timidly explained.

“Damn.” Noah muttered. “That’s sick as fuck.”

“Really?” I asked, somewhat shocked at his reaction.

“Fuck yeah!” He laughed. “I was starting to get worried I was the only nerd in this relationship.”

“You too huh?” I replied.

“Babe I sat for eight hours and got Itatchi tattooed on my thigh… of course.” He rolled his eyes jokingly at my apparent stupid question.

We both sat and laughed at our ridiculousness as I began to sort my dice with the help of Noah. He was the first person who had ever accepted this part of me. And suddenly, I wasn’t afraid of it anymore.

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