#i love love love how sappy + filthy they are

[ultravjiolencee]

Can i request a fred weasley with maybe a reader from black family that doesn’t really like christmas? thank u so much!! (they’re not relatives and kinda in a relationship)

Weasley Warmth Delivery

a.n! thanks for requesting and sorry if this took me this long, but to be honest i still feel into christmas mood. i tried this new ‘format’ of exchanging letters! mention of my previous work

Dear y/n,

Well, look at that—a letter from Black. To what do I owe this honor? Boredom finally driving you mad in that haunted house of yours? Don’t worry, love, I’ve been expecting it.

Grimmauld Place isn’t exactly the Ministry of Fun, is it? And without me around to liven up the place, well, I’m amazed you lasted this long before reaching out.

First, let me set the scene for you here at the Burrow: total chaos, as usual. Mum’s been running around like a bludger on a sugar high, barking orders about decorating and cleaning things that were perfectly fine before she started. Ginny keeps nicking the fairy lights off the tree to “improve” her room (I think she’s trying to charm them to spell out something rude for Ron), and Percy’s been giving us all his patented look of disapproval. Honestly, I think he was born with that expression.

George and I, naturally, have been hard at work testing a few of our newest products. Let’s just say the garden gnomes had a very eventful morning and leave it at that.

But, enough about the Burrow, it’s too normal compared to what I’m imagining for you. I bet Grimmauld Place is a real barrel of laughs this time of year. Bet you’ve got Kreacher croaking out festive insults like, “Filthy blood traitor scum don’t deserve gingerbread.” Or maybe you’ve charmed those gloomy curtains shut tight so you don’t have to look at your delightful family tree. Is my name still scorched off that thing, by the way? If not, I’ll send George over to fix that. It’s our legacy, after all.

I wish I could say I don’t worry about you being there all by yourself, but you know me—I don’t do lying very well. (Or at all, according to mum. But then again, she doesn’t always appreciate my particular brand of honesty.) You’ve got that whole independent, “I don’t need anyone’s help” thing going on, and I get it. I do. But I can’t help wishing you’d pop over to the Burrow for Christmas. Mum would adore you, I promise. Well, she’d probably scold you for being “too thin” first, but that’s just part of the package deal. Once she’s fed you a month’s worth of food in two days, she’ll be absolutely besotted.

And before you go claiming I’m trying to recruit you to our family, let me clarify: yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing. Because family doesn’t have to be the lot you were born with.

You’ve got us now, whether you like it or not.

Now, enough of this sappy nonsense. You’ll start thinking I’m losing my edge. Let’s talk about important things—like me. Did I mention George and I managed to sneak a prototype of our newest invention past Mum? It’s called the “Crackling Cauldron Cake,” and it’s exactly as dangerous as it sounds. You bite into it, and it pops like a small Firework Charm in your mouth. George claims it’s “too risky for mass production,” but I say he’s lost his Gryffindor nerve. (He was almost a Hufflepuff, you know. Don’t tell him I told you that.)

Oh, and speaking of risky ventures—have you heard from the “adorable” bunch at Hogwarts? Lee says everyone’s still whispering about us switching ties that morning. Apparently, there’s now a theory that we were secretly meeting in the Forbidden Forest for mysterious reasons. Honestly, they’re creative. I’ll give them that. Maybe we should encourage the rumors. Keep them on their toes, you know?

Alright, I should wrap this up before the owl starts biting me again. (Did you train this thing to attack, or is that just a natural Black family trait?) But seriously, don’t be a stranger. Owl me again, even if it’s just to complain about how miserable it is without me around. I’ll write back—promise. And if you’re feeling really brave, you’re always welcome here. I’ll even let you beat me at Wizard’s Chess again, just to keep things festive.

Take care of yourself, alright? And if Grimmauld Place starts feeling too cold, just think of this letter as a little Weasley warmth delivered right to your doorstep.

Yours (because I’ve decided you’re mine to pester now),

Fred

P.S. If you don’t write back soon, I’m sending George over to prank your front door. You’ve been warned ;)

[ickybby]

dakota's ability to make her feel like she's his whole world never ceases to amaze her. especially taking into account the complexities that came with, well, being them. the families. the careers. the glamour and the grandeur. it was enough to consume a human being and mutate them into a splintered version of who they once were. who they could have been. seree and dakota have done something incredibly rarer within the hollywood machine; they seem to be doing alright with themselves. that's saying something in the city of train-wrecks and facades. they offer each other a unique perspective that could only come from knowing one another since childhood. some family dynamics were easier to witness than explained. it's fair to assume seree never really pictured their dynamic evolving past that begrudging acceptance they'd probably always be connected thanks to the bond she originally made with his sister. she's forever grateful time has the power to change people, and liquor makes her horny enough to commit to a one-night stand. they wouldn't be here otherwise. their relationship flourished in a way others hadn't. proving their commitment to each other was worth the sacrifice and secrecy they went through to ensure they had time to explore and enjoy their relationship without others offering up unsolicited opinions. the smile that brightened her pretty face is dazzling and oh-so-rare. it's not a red carpet smile, nor is it akin to any of the looks snapped for marketing campaigns or on runways. this smile is one of genuine trust mixed with copious amounts of lust. a smile full of love for someone eager to shower her with the same. he climbed on top and pressed himself inside her once again. her lips parted to make room for a delighted gasp, stealing the i love you too right out of her. a dainty, tattooed hand stays buried in his hair while the other clings to his muscled back. the quiet filth he murmured against her ear caused goosebumps to erupt on her soft skin as her nails dug into his flesh. he completely buried himself inside her warmth with each thrust, bringing her nearer and nearer to that familiar peak of ecstasy. the fantasy of being held captive and trained into the perfect sex toy by the only man she had ever adored leaves her panting like a bitch in heat. he's right about everything. how needy he made her. how she belonged to him, body and soul. seree toyed with her sensitive clit. the bundle of nerves swollen and slick with arousal, tormented by her own fingers until she was finally able to let go and come undone for him. she clenched around his cock with a scream that was short lived, cut off by a breathy whimper as her cunt convulsed around him and became tighter with each spasm, always eager to follow through with his commands, "f-fuck! oh fuck. please! fill me." her orgasm feels never-ending, toeing that thin line of pain and pleasure as he continued to drag out the exhilarating sensations coursing through her body.

the way seree gazed up at him almost brought dakota to his knees. he rarely saw that look in her eyes - true submission with a deep trust that he slowly, but surely earned throughout the course of their relationship. since he was pretty much busy nine months out of the year ( with a 3 month break for the summer months, which really wasn't a break due of his other obligations ) , he barely had time to take care of a house plant, let alone maintain a relationship. it was rare for him to find anyone that he connected to on a deep level - and even rarer for him meet a person that understood his schedule and didn't expect it to change anytime soon. it was great that seree had such a strong sense of self and kept herself busy with her own studies, hobbies and activities that didn't require his presence. of course, he missed her when he was caught up in training, matches, post-match interviews and the like. but the joy that he felt when he was around her made all of that waiting worthwhile.

most people that he came into contact with on a daily basis were only interested in his lifestyle and subsequent wealth. or, they wanted a piece of his body so they could take the experience home and brag about it to whoever cared. dakota wasn't one to complain about his luxurious life - but that didn't mean he didn't feel. sometimes, the people around him treated him like an object that was meant to bring them pleasure. his management, while great, only interacted with him because it was their job to do so. the handful of friends that he kept since childhood got used to his distance and stopped reaching out. his parents and sisters were endlessly supportive, but they wouldn't get it, so he couldn’t talk to them. sometimes he felt like a superstar floating through an orbit by himself. the only thing grounding him and pulling him down to earth was seree’s touch.

the answer to seree's question came quickly. "the love of my life." he said, still staring into her eyes. all he wanted to do was create a fantasyland in his bedroom and fill the silence with his seree’s breathy moans and pleas for more . a genuine smile came to his mouth as he pushed her back onto the bed, guided her to the top of it and positioned his body over hers. the camera to the left of them was nothing more than object in his peripheral. "i love you." he whispered as he re-entered her, his eyes slowly rolling back into his head. in an attempt to control himself and slow down his orgasm, dakota moved at a slow and steady pace instead of plowing into her. he then moved his mouth right next to her ear so he could whisper into it. "i want you to forget about every other man that's ever been inside of you. every man that's ever touched you, ever flirted with you, ever even made eye contact with you. when you're at home, by yourself, i want you to be consumed with thoughts of me. want you to fuck yourself with a dildo and call my name so many times that it sounds like a chant.”

“ god, if you didn’t have work and shit, i’d trap you here with me. slut you out and teach you how to take dick the way that i like it. make you my sex slave. we both know that you’d take it all and still be cock hungry when i’m done. ” now that he was fully comfortably with seree , he felt free to express all of his desires — one of which was his free use kink.talking shit while balls deep inside of her was the perfect way for him to release all of his intense emotions. “your pussy belongs to me. don’t even need to hear you say it to know that it’s true. now be a good girl and cum for me - daddy needs you to be so tight that i can barely keep my cock in.”

[togament]

Hello ✨

How are you doing? It has been a while, since I've been so obsessed with an anime and an anime boy at that 😩 Could I ask for general romantic to naughty Headcanons for Hayato Suo with a female reader?

It would be absolutely lovely 💕 Thank you

hullo, anon! welcome welcome to the winbre fandom ✨ pull up a chair, relax and brainrot with us why wontcha?

suo is such an enigma — he’s so hard to read but he’s so… open at the same time? love him to bits tho. ok onto the romantic, sappy, filthy and sexy headcanons for our eye-patch having pretty boy.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : fem!reader, suo eaaaaats, suo's mean :c, READER BEGS, heavy on the teasing

NSFW under the cut later. so pls, MDNI ok? besitos mua.

S F W .

absolute gentleman. this man will open doors for you, hold your purse without any embarrassment, bring you 'just because' bouquets and celebratory bouquets, wine and dine you. you are absolutely a spoiled son of a gun with suo everybody around you is kinda jealous of it.

loves it when you smell him. LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME HE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HE SMELLS GREAT. I DARE YOU. DOUBLE DARE YOU. he rarely ever breaks a sweat in fights and on hot summer days it's weird. he finds it endearing when you lean close to him to smell his shirt or coat. (he sneaks in forehead kisses that way :)))))) ) ((he smells lightly of soap, heavy on the sandalwood incense, clove and patchouli and you can't tell me otherwise.))

has to have your hand in his at all times. no matter what. he likes teasing sakura and nirei whenever he catches them eyeing you both subtly (little shit). if you're averse to physical touch, don't fret. just having you close to him is enough.

is great at giving massages. LISTEN. have you seen his hands? HI??? your man gives you the best back rubs, can wring out the worst knots on your body like no big deal. it's almost like it comes naturally for him. soft pressure? he's got you. medium? sure. hard pressure? "are you certain, dove?" well... okay.

HEAVY ON THE ACTS OF SERVICE. he is at your beck and call 24/7. a lover, personal chef, masseuse, help and a bodyguard rolled into one. he does anything and everything for you without questioning it. he's just happy you're happy.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

N S F W .

absolute gentleman has a mean streak. "you're gushing all over me, dove." he coos against your skin, a nasty smirk painted across his beautiful features. his fingers expertly prodding you. fuck. he knows your body better than you do. "give me another." he adds harshly, his tone a dark contrast from his previous softness. he's pulling another orgasm from your cunt. the naughty, wet squelching reverberating through your bedroom. he loves fucking you slow but god he loves it even more when you're a quivering, fucked out mess on his fingers. his little doll.

loves it when you smell him loves smelling you. ever notice your favorite panties disappearing from your laundry hamper only to have it materialize in your closet, neatly folded? you could have sworn you didn't wash and fold it-- blame your lover. he likes stealing your used panties, holding it to his nose as he takes a deep inhale. his other hand is on his pretty cock, pumping desperately, animalistic. it doesn't even seem like it's him at that moment. when he eats you out, first thing you feel touch your cunt isn't his tongue. it's always, always his nose.

has to have his hand in his at all times has to have his fingers stuffed inside you at all times. as soon as you both are alone, he's all over you. panties slid to the side, alternating between rubbing your clit and fucking you on his slender fingers. he needs you to get a quick nut out for him before the others return -- can you manage?

is great at giving massages--and loves teasing you while doing it. "s-suo.. please..." you whimper below him while he's massaging your thighs, brushing his fingers against your cunt but just missing it by a little bit. he chuckles, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. "relax, dove. you're tensing up again." he says as he does it again, now fully rubbing your clit for a moment before pulling away abruptly. you curse under your breath. "don't tell me you want me to stop." he teases, an annoying lilt to his voice. he knows what he's doing to you.

HEAVY ON THE ACTS OF SERVICE loves giving and giving and giving. this man. THIS MAN. he loves eating pussy. and I mean LOVES eating pussy. he could bust from eating you out alone -- he's not even jacking himself off. he's soiled a couple of his pants before. you wouldn't know. he loves listening to your breathing go from soft heaves to staggered. if you wanted to ask him to eat you out, he's already on his knees before you finish your sentence. make sure you're ready to cum more than 3 times.

a/n: ehe this was fun. suo's so fun to write. he's so filthyyyyyy UGHHHHHHHHH. i hope you liked it, bbs.

[amourrs]

so there’s this absolutely filthy thought that’s stuck in my head of miguel with standing missionary… oh to be fucked in the air like a doll… what can i say i love my men big n strong.

thanks for your request lovey!! — one where you and your boyfriend have a quickie in a public bathroom (established relationship, smut 18+, 0.8k)

Your back is pressed to the wall, hands scraping for purchase against it and coming up empty as your legs squeeze firmly around your boyfriend’s thighs. This is kind of disgusting, you think fleetingly, your head turning towards the closed toilet half a foot to your right. You quickly decide not to care about hygiene, though, not with six feet and nine inches of muscle and sex appeal hard and willing in front of you.

“Cariño,” Miguel pants into your mouth, hands coming up to circle your waist. You’re forced to turn back to him as your eyes begin to flutter closed. “Nuh uh- eyes open, honey. Gotta keep your attention on me or I’m gonna get jealous of a toilet and we can’t give Morales that kind of ammunition against me, not when he caught me stroking that cat last week.”

Your eyes snap open at once. “That cat has a name, Miguel, and it’s Monty—” A gasp cuts you off and it takes you a second to realise that it came from your own throat. Miguel’s hips snap into yours a second time as a smug smile saunters across his lips, twisting them into a condescending expression.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t give a fuck what the cat was called, sweetheart. How could I when I have you right here? Fuck, you’re dripping for me, angel, gonna feel so good when you cum around my cock,” he groans, hands sliding down to cup your thighs as he massages them in his grip. Heat rises to your face and you promptly bury yourself in his neck, peppering kisses to the junction where it meets his jawline as he chuckles at you. “Don’t get all shy on me now, corazón. Actin’ like this wasn’t your idea in the first place,” Miguel teases, his voice cracking slightly as his cock drags against your velvety walls and you let out a broken moan.

“Shut up,” you whine, head still firmly planted against your boyfriend’s hot skin. “Didn’t— fuck— ask, did I?”

Something about the pettiness of your statement is far harder to take seriously when Miguel has your legs shaking around him and so he decides to let it slide, opting to laugh at you rather than torturing you further. “Okay, okay, mi— shit, squeezin’ me so tight. You close, honey? Gonna cum for me? God, please cum for me, you look so pretty when you do—” It’s not long before the huge man’s babbling has your head tilting back to hit the wall of the stall as your cunt clenches around him, your orgasm washing over you as Miguel’s thumb comes up to brush against your clit. You jolt slightly at the stimulation, whining at the slight pain that’s beginning to creep in as Miguel’s thrusts speed up. He’s pounding into you with no reprieve now, arm up above you as he clutches at the top of the stall’s wall to steady himself. “I know, mi vida, I know. I’m sorry, I’m so close, I swear— fuck— taking me so well, cariño, I’m gonna— shit”, he swears, pulling out at the last moment so that he can paint your thigh with his release. It’s so hot when his head slides back to moan as he cums and you have to resist the urge to bite him, instead deciding to whine as you turn on shaky legs to sit on top of the closed lid of the toilet. Miguel turns to you a second later, pulling toilet roll out of the dispenser to his left as he leans over and begins to clean himself off of the soft skin of your thigh, leaving a sweet kiss behind on the spot as he does so.

“So,” he starts as soon as you’re both fully dressed again, your breath finally beginning to return to your lungs. He’s bending down to retie your shoelace for you as he squares his shoulders and looks up into your eyes, an expression of pure, unadulterated (and rather sappy) love evident on his face. “I have a really important question to ask you, and it’s been on my mind for so long—”

You roll your eyes at him, incredulous. “Miguel O’Hara, I swear to God. If you dare propose to me in a public bathroom—”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen in mock surprise and he rises to his feet. “Propose? To you? In a bathroom?! Mi vida, what are you on about? Clearly I was about to ask if you wanted falafel or sushi for dinner,” he rebukes, barely holding in a peal of laughter as it shakes his broadened shoulders.

“Oh, fuck off, O’Hara. Obviously I want sushi.”

Miguel grins at your irritated expression before leaning down to smear an affectionate kiss across your forehead. “Sushi it is then, cariño.”

[foolishlovers]

With 2024 coming to an end, I just wanted to give a quick shout-out to my favourite fics I (re)read this year. I have so so much appreciation for all writers creating beautiful works about our beloved angel and demon pair. Reading these sometimes funny, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes sappy, sometimes deliciously filthy stories has been a constant source of joy. I truly can't even begin to describe how thankful I am to be part of such an incredibly creative and loving fandom. So so much gratitude for all the different versions of them, all the genders, all the tropes, all the canon fics, and all the human AUs. There are so many more amazing fics I read this year and there are so many more to explore in 2025, but the following few have made themselves a home in my heart. I promise they're worth a read! 💜 [I do fic recs all year long, check out this tag for more.]

Date by @ddagent (2.5k, T)

Every year, Aziraphale is spoiled on his birthday. This year, he decides to do the same for Crowley. There's only one problem - he's not actually sure when Crowley's birthday is.

Roller Derby Queen by @summerofspock (2.5k, M)

Crowley skates for Hell on Wheels and she's pretty good at it too. She'd be better if she weren't so distracted by the new skater on the opposing team.

Sweet Nectar of the Eldritch Gods by @brenna (3.2k, G)

Azira writes a letter to the purveyor of her favorite honeys and sweetness ensues. No offence, but who says “by the by,” by the way? It’s adorable? By the by, do you like wine? Crowley

Poor Men by @why-not-go-with-style (3.9k, G)

What To Do When Two of Your Professors Are Hopelessly in Love With Each Other: an instruction manual by Adam Young (featuring Pepper Moonchild because someone has to be the voice of reason here).

!False (It's Funny Because It's True) by @mirjam-writes (6.4k, E)

Aziraphale drew a long breath through his nose. Crowley, of course it had to be Crowley. The new guy in the sales department, who would promise potential customers just about anything to close a deal. Arrogant, annoying – and wildly, stupidly attractive. Aziraphale hated him.  Aziraphale is a stellar software architect and a project manager, who is so done with the sales department selling unrealistically scheduled and budgeted projects. And he definitely doesn't have a crush on anyone, thank you very much.

Show me where the Nightingale sings by @sabotage-on-mercury (6.5k, G)

After settling into their new home in the South Downs there are still things to process for Aziraphale and Crowley before they can start a new chapter of their life. But winter is turning into spring. There is magic abroad in the air. And finally, the nightingale is back.

The Art of Human Nature by @ineffable-doll (6.5k, T)

Crowley is a painter who has only ever had an eye for nature. That is, until a client named Aziraphale commissions her for a painting to boost her self-confidence, and Crowley discovers that her client is as beautiful as the Earth itself. Then she goes and catches feelings, because she’s a disaster.

Lit by @fellshish (12k, T)

Crowley takes a university course on literature and surprise! The book they’re discussing is Good Omens. Uh oh.

Paradigm Shift by @hakunahistata (13k, E)

“Apologies, apologies! The time got away from me.” Aziraphale Fell entered the room brightly, a binder in one hand, tea mug in the other. Crowley’s languid sprawl went rigid as the senior accounting analyst who had been the indulgent secret in the back of his mind took the seat opposite him.   Or, Crowley Pines at the Office: An AU.

Feast by @ashfae, mostlyjustgoose (15k, E)

Crowley's spent the whole of lockdown asleep. Aziraphale has spent the whole of lockdown baking, cooking, and becoming increasingly frustrated with his solitude. Which eventually leads him to the perfect way to solve all his problems at once... Or, Aziraphale attempts to seduce Crowley with a truly excellent meal, and Crowley is amenable.

Ever-Fixed by @hkblack (19k, E)

Aziraphale Fell had a plan. Go to school, get his degree, and start his life with his beloved at his side as man and wife. Until one day Crowley disappears. Decades later he meets a man, and finds the love of his life again. Anthony J. Crowley, suave, cool, masculine, in control, unflappable, has spent decades building himself up. He refuses to let his confident facade disappear for Aziraphale, who once almost tumbled down the stairs to certain death because his nose was stuck in a book. It’s just sex, and they’ve been dating for months, this time around. There’s no need to get his knickers in a knot. But the past isn’t easy to let go of, even if you’re both avoiding it. A story about love, intimacy, and finding each other again. (Alternatively: Tender smut, but then I wrote love story flashbacks, and now it's just emotional and there's plot in my pornography)

Fireworks by @optimistic-starlight (19k, E)

He had to get himself under control. Aziraphale needed him. That prick boyfriend of his drained so much of Aziraphale's time and energy, dampened so much of the gentle, beaming happiness that Crowley had always adored about him. He needed Crowley there to support him, to do the things a best friend should be there to do. And, well, if Crowley needed him too, if he had to subsume his own pain to focus on making Aziraphale happy, that was something he could bear quietly. He could do it for his angel. Crowley groaned and dropped his head against the tiled wall of the shower. His angel. He had to stop thinking of him like that.

Maybe Next Christmas by @flamingbentleyy (21k, T)

Airports were tricky business, but waiting in airports was as close to hell as one could possibly get. Nobody knew it better than Aziraphale, whose luck had made him end up in one right on Christmas Eve of all days. Although his airport experience turned a little less hellish and a whole lot more entertaining after he ran into an old college friend in that same airport. And then again. And again…

The Small Ad by @theladydrgn, @sylwritesstuff (32k, E)

WORK WANTED: Partner For Hire. Tall, lanky ginger of arguable gender available to be your significant other to keep pesky relatives, nosy coworkers, or well-meaning friends at bay. Able to be as annoying or as polite as you like. Causing a fight over Christmas dinner with your odd, bigoted uncle/aunt/cousin will require an extra £200 up front. £50 for the first hour, negotiable otherwise. Ciao.   It isn't the sort of advertisement Aziraphale usually paid any attention to, but desperate times do indeed call for desperate measures.

Heavenly Wicked Cafe by @waitingtobebroken (33k, T)

There is a terribly rude barista that makes amazing coffee and a saint of a barista, whose coffee tastes vile. And they are in love.

Petrichor & Parchment by @katnoggin (33k, E)

“Mr. Crowley, I presume?” Aziraphale asked in lieu of an introduction, which was not forthcoming. The guy hadn’t even removed his sunglasses. Oh God, he had a tattoo on his face. Aziraphale wasn’t one to judge, but… what kind of gardener had a snake tattoo on his face? Now also available as a podfic from Literarion  [Huuuge recommendation for the podfic!!]

The Heart of the Forest by Kalimyre (33k, E)

Retired librarian Aziraphale moves into a small, isolated cottage deep in the forest with a strange history. He soon realises he's not alone in the woods; a presence watches him. But as he begins to befriend the stranger that lurks in the trees, Aziraphale comes to understand there's more to him than appearances suggest - and Aziraphale's own destiny may be tied to the mysterious creature with the golden eyes.

in your own time by @ineffabildaddy (33k, E)

Aziraphale and Crowley grew up together as next-door neighbours on Hogback Lane, classmates at the local Catholic school, and inseparable best friends. By the age of eighteen, both were hopelessly in love with the other, despite the knowledge that they were doomed to live apart, as Crowley aimed to pursue university study in London and Aziraphale committed himself to remaining in Tadfield, dedicating his life to the Church. After almost twenty years spent away from his hometown, renowned botanist Crowley decides to come and visit Tadfield again at a moment's notice; the purpose of his visit is to speak at a Careers Day for the school he and Aziraphale, now a beloved priest and a frequent helper at the school, attended. The twenty-four hours that follow will change both of their lives for ever.

Between Comfort And Chaos by anathxmadevice (45k, T)

“And how long have you two been a couple?” “Oh, I—” Aziraphale panics. “Ha, well, that’s a funny… We’re not actually—” “We’re just friends.” Crowley says, their voice clear and calm and lightly amused, either because of or in spite of Aziraphale’s flailing attempts to divert the conversation. “Ah, yes, quite.” Aziraphale says, then takes a sip of his drink just for something to do, instead of focussing on the way Crowley said just friends, and how it causes a painful throb in his chest that he has never fully got used to. His memory can only scrabble at the edge of a time where being just friends with Crowley didn’t feel like a particular form of torture. * Or, Aziraphale has been desperately in love with his best friend and housemate Crowley since they were students, but is too scared to do anything about it.

Loving You Slow by @tawnyontumblr (46k, E)

Crowley just wants to dance, but he's not prepared to sell his soul (and other things) at Mayfair's Hellfire Club to do it. Tending bar at The Bookshop in Soho is just the escape he needs, providing Crowley can convince the club’s owner he really belongs on the stage. Unfortunately Aziraphale Eastgate is not quite the generous guardian angel Crowley has been led to believe. Welcome to The Bookshop, where it always pays to look under the covers.

A Billion Points of Light by akitsuko (50k, E)

The firefighter lifts the visor on their helmet, and Crowley may not be able to see very well, but those are the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen in his life. Crowley has never been one for the whole 'love at first sight' business, but he may need to reassess after Aziraphale - a gorgeous firefighter - saves his life.

More Than by @naromoreau (55k, E)

Crowley would like to spend another year without marrying, especially when thrust-forced to pick a husband. She refuses to cave in on a matter of principles. She refuses to cave in specifically on a matter of not wanting to be married to Lucien Morningstar. But she might need a hand to break free from such a burden. And who knows? She might even find something else along the way.

Lavender Apiary Of Your Honey Eyes by @snek-of-eden (66k, E)

The first thing Aziraphale registered was fiery red hair matted with sweat. The second thing was the man’s face, sharp and intelligent and a little guarded, sunlight dappling a spray of freckles. Upon seeing this, two contradictory thoughts crossed his mind: ‘Gosh, he’s pretty’, and ‘I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a man use that many expletives in the space of a minute’. “Oh,” he said, swallowing hard. “Hello, then.” __________ When Aziraphale inherits a small, cosy cottage in the countryside, he finds unexpected company in a gardener he didn't even know he had. Crowley is sweet, and strange, and about as foul-mouthed as you can get. Before he knows it, he's falling pretty goddamn hard for a man whose friendship he's terrified of risking. Ah, the foils of love.

Old Vines by @sevdrag (189k, E)

A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds. [Big recommendation for the podfic here too!!]

[azrielslittleslut]

Helion x Fem!Reader

Thigh Riding/Blow Job with Helion

Warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), cum shot

Word Count: 1.2k

a/n: this is my second humble request for more Helion fics

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

You had always heard the mating frenzy was intense. You had heard stories of how people would lock themselves in their homes, not to be seen for weeks, or sometimes even months, because they couldn't get enough of each other. You had always thought it was a lie, an exaggeration of basic lust.

You couldn't have been more wrong.

You and Helion had accepted your mating bond two months ago. Yes, two whole months ago. Sixty days ago, and the two of you were still going at it like horny teenagers. You couldn't get enough of his taste, his smell, and he met your hunger with his own.

Just earlier this morning, you had finally pulled yourself out of the bedroom to get some much-needed food. You had been staring at the empty cabinets, realizing that the two of you would have to leave to at least get more food sooner rather than later. You had been interrupted by Helion walking into the kitchen, stroking his hard and leaking cock.

He had promptly bent you over the counter and fucked you so hard that your feet hadn't been able to stay on the floor.

Helion's wet tongue on your nipple brought you out of your thoughts, pulling you to the present. "Where did you go, my love?" he murmured, leaning his head back against the headboard. He ran his hands up and down your hips, soothing your aching muscles as you straddled him. "What's on your mind?"

You leaned into him, your fingers tangled in his black locks. "I was just thinking about how happy I've been these last two months. How happy you make me."

Helion smiled, showing his brilliantly white teeth. "That's good. I plan on making you happy for the rest of eternity." He placed a quick kiss on your swollen lips. "So get used to it."

You opened your mouth to keep the sappy conversation going, enjoying the brief reprieve from the constant fucking, but you were cut off as Helion shifted, his thigh rubbing against your aching clit. A soft moan escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back.

Helion paused, his eyebrows raised as he looked at you. "Oh?" The tone of his voice had dropped, now full of desire and hunger. "You like that, sunshine?"

He moved his thigh again, this time with more force. You moaned as you felt his strong muscles against your sensitive flesh. "Helion. Please." You two had been going at it nonstop for weeks now, and your constant need for him still took you by surprise.

Helion grinned as he moved his hands down to grip your hips. Slowly, he began to move you, guiding you as you started to grind yourself against his thigh. "That's it, love," he murmured, his eyes glued to where your pussy met his skin. "Take your pleasure. Use me to make yourself feel good."

And use him you did. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on his broad shoulders, your nails digging in. You rocked and rolled your hips, leaning forward slightly so that your clit got the most attention. "Oh, fuck. Helion, this feels so good."

You had never imagined that something like this could feel so dirty and so amazing at the same time. As you looked down, you could see the mess you were making on him, but that only encouraged you.

Helion moaned as he too saw your wetness glistening on his thigh. "You look so beautiful like this. So desperate for me that you're rubbing your pretty pussy all over me."

His filthy words were the final stimulation you needed to go over the edge. You groaned as you came, rubbing yourself against him like an animal in heat. When you came down from your high, you were breathless as you looked at him. "That was..." You didn't even have to words to describe it.

Helion chuckled, pulling you in for a deep kiss. "Better now?" he asked, nipping your bottom lip slightly.

"Very much so," you responded, moving yourself off of him on shaky legs. As you moved next to him, his hard cock bumped against your ass, smearing precum on your skin. You glanced down, a smile forming on your face. "It seems my mate is still unsatisfied."

Helion settled back against the bed frame, a cocky smile on his full lips. "Do something about it, then." Smug bastard.

You crawled down his body, licking his dark skin as you did so. You moaned as the taste of him filled your mouth, continuing your trail of torture until you reached his hard cock.

Helion was... massive. It was still surprising that you were able to fit all of him into your body. You wrapped a hand around the base, marveling how the tips of your fingers did not touch. You leaned forward and licked the bead of moisture at his tip, groaning as the salty taste of him hit your tongue.

"Sunshine," Helion groaned, reaching down to place a hand in your hair. "Don't be a tease. Suck my cock like a good girl."

You needed no further encouragement. You started to bob your head up and down, using your hands to work what you couldn't fit into your mouth. You licked and sucked him, swirling your tongue around his tip, which caused Helion to whimper and moan, his body trembling.

"F-fuck," he groaned, his head thrown back, his mouth slightly parted. He looked so pretty like this, you thought as you sucked his cock, so proud that you could reduce your mate to a babbling mess. "I'm close, baby. Keep going. Yes, just like that."

You listened to his words, letting him talk you through what he liked. It didn't take long before you felt his cock throb on your tongue, a sign of his impending release. You closed your eyes, ready to take all of his cum down your throat.

Suddenly, Helion pulled you off his cock, keeping your face mere inches away from his tip. You looked up at him in confusion, only to be met with a smile from him, a look of male satisfaction on his face.

You gasped as you felt ropes of his hot cum hit your face, painting your lips, nose, and cheeks with white. You darted your tongue out, trying to taste what you could as it dribbled down your chin.

"I love the sight of that," Helion murmured, running his hand down the side of your face. "I love the sight of how messy you look with my cum all over your face."

You smiled back at him as you gathered some of his release onto your finger, bringing it to your lips for a taste. Helion's nostrils flared, his eyes darkening with desire. His cock twitched, already hardening again even though he had just climaxed.

"Do I taste good, love?" he asked, his voice a purr.

"Yes," you responded, "although I would have much rather you have cum inside of me. I do love the feeling of it."

You giggled as Helion pulled you down onto the bed, his kisses hungry and full of desire. "I can fix that, sunshine."

The mating frenzy, it seemed, would be continuing on for at least another night.

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[writing-until-i-drop]

Phone Sex | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader | wc: 610

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! Jake's got a filthy mouth, mutual masturbation, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

It had been three weeks since you had seen your boyfriend. Jake was at Lemoore for a joint-training exercise with the rest of the squad and the nightly phone calls between the two of you were sappy and you knew his buddies would tear him to pieces if they heard how pathetic Jake sounded when he whined about missing you. 

“I just miss you so much,” Jake pouted over video chat, his hair messy and a bit longer than usual on top, falling over his tanned forehead. “It’s torture without you.” 

“I miss you too, baby, this bed’s too cold without you,” Jake’s eyes squeezed closed and you knew that he was frustrated, not with you, but with the situation you found yourselves in. Again. During his last deployment you had been separated for six months and in that time you were only able to call twice thanks to the sensitive nature of the mission and it had driven you both insane. “You’ll be home soon, Jake.” 

“I know, darlin’ but it doesn’t make it easier knowing you’re there alone when I should be there with you.” You sighed, wishing you could hold him and to run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re right where you should be, Jake. Nix said this training is important for you guys.” 

“You’re what’s important to me,” Jake’s green eyes were filled with love that had your heart swelling and breaking at the same time. “I wish I was there with you.” 

“You know…” You trailed off, thinking of a way to distract him from feeling sad. “If you were here right now, looking at me like that, I’d know just how to cheer you up.” You pulled off your shirt, well, his shirt, exposing your bare chest to the chilly air of the bedroom. Jake inhaled sharply,

“Darlin’, you’re killing me. Bradley could be back from his hop any minute.” You shrugged, adjusting the phone so he could watch you palm your own breasts, tilting your head back with a soft moan, putting on a show for your man. “Shit, I’m gonna put a chair in front of the door.” You pushed down your panties, flipping the camera around so he could watch. Your eyes shut as you started to work yourself up, you grinned when you heard Jake choke on air, having picked up his phone again.

“I wish you were here, Jake. Fuck, I miss you so much.” 

“I miss you too,” He groaned and you knew he was fisting himself. “First thing I’m going to do when I get home is to spread you open for me and make you cum on my tongue.” You moaned for real this time, reaching into your bedside table for the small vibrator you spent a lot of time with when Jake was deployed and clicking it on. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name.” 

“Jaaaaaake,” You felt the burning need building inside of you, your toes curling as the vibrations hit just right.

“That’s right, darlin’, just think of the way my cock’s gonna feel stretching you out.” God, his filthy mouth was killing you. “Think about how it’s gonna feel when I come inside of you and then fuck it back into you until you’re begging me to stop.” 

You were seconds away from coming, you could feel it coming, your legs tensing up but the sound of the chair hitting the floor was like a bucket of cold water. You heard Bradley and Jake both curse before the call ended and you burst out laughing, phone dropping onto the bed beside you. 

Rooster: I’m scarred for life 

[thebearer]

nsfw alphabet with carmen berzatto

please minors dni 18+. smut ahead ;) enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

in the beginning, carmen was so bad at aftercare. he was a clinger and a cuddler, a little self conscious one too, but he didn't know after care was a thing really??? like would wipe you off and cuddle you, but when you started doing more intense or harsher things, you had to tell him "hey can you do a little more lol?" now, he's more thorough with a complete check afterwards. bath if you need one, food (ofc) or something to drink, more vocal too with praises and making sure you're not in a drop or shock, and still a clinger afterwards too lol.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his- his hands. he needs them to work and they're good at that apparently. good at drawing, and smoking, and holding your hand. good at smacking your ass until you cry or pulling on your hair. good at wiping your tears, holding your face in his palms, watching you suck on his fingers. watching them disappear in and out of your pussy, your arousal dripping down his wrist. he's just... he does a lot with his hands lol.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

carmen is filthy with cum. maybe it's a territorial type thing, something primal inside of him, but he will paint you with his cum. your tummy, your tits, not so much your face bc you don't like it. inside of you is his favorite, esp when he makes you keep it in there after fucking you in the office or at a dinner party in the bathroom, you have to go out and pretend like nothing happened- dripping him down your leg the entire time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's kinda into voyeurism??? a little bit lol. not actually in front of someone, he's too shy and possessive for that, but will finger you under the table at family dinners. likes it when you jack him off in public. having sex somewhere you might get caught, or where someone might find you or hear you. he always fucks you harder when someone might be around, lives for it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's not super experienced by any means, but seasoned enough to know what he's doing. probably a body count of three or four before you maybe. there's still a lot of things that are new to him (esp the kinkier things the two of you get into) but he's got the basics covered.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

the hook or the shoulder holder. anything where your legs are over his shoulders, preferably thighs to your chest and he's plowing the fuck outta you. makes you go numb and he loves when your thighs squeeze around his neck, nearly makes him pass out. he can go so deep and it feels so close for the both of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

depends on the mood. if he's being daddy carm, then he's very serious. if it's just you two fucking around or having sweet, sappy sex, then he can be a little more silly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

trimmed but a little on the wilder side. got a bush and a happy trail that you love. when you first started dating, he would try to trim it all the way, and you had to tell him you loved it. so now he keeps it. wild curly pubes that match his hair when it grows super long. you love it when he'll let it go full bush so you can just bury your face in it lol.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very romantic and lovey always. even after he's been a little mean to you, he is always quick to be sweet. very much so the type to say "i love you" every time in missionary... and every other position, but he's just sappy lol.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

used to jack off more when he was single and busy. less when mikey died and he took over the beef bc he was stressed to the max. now, he doesn't really ever jack off. you two fuck enough he doesn't have to, and he really doesn't have time lol.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he's a total soft daddy dom, which might come as a shock. a little bit of a brat tamer. nothing he loves more than putting you in your place. a big fan of "fucking the fussy out out you" and embarrassing you a little. ofc it's never severe bc carmen would have dom drop like a mf, but spanking you and then making you come out to family and sitting on your stinging ass, trying to pretend like it's nothing? gets him hard all over again.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bedroom or kitchen. depends on how you're playing and fucking, or really what he needs. he'll bend you over the kitchen counter and have you there all night, but in the bedroom, he'll take his time with you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you. just you. the knowledge that you like him and think he's attractive and are willing to have sex with hi. sometimes when you're bratty and a little mean, it wakes up his daddy side and gets him going to tame you, but really your existence.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything super intense that would leave a lasting mark or scar. super degrading, either way, he doesn't want to make fun of you or be too mean (outside of calling you a brat and impatient), certainly doesn't want yo to say it to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's a chef. he likes to taste his food. loves giving you head. unbelievably good at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the mood. usually he'll pound you out kinda slow but enough to leave you shaky, but really depends in the vibe.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

king of quickies. in the morning before work, if you come to visit him at work, sneaking home on a lunch break, before going to a friend's house, in the car. anywhere. he just doesn't have the time all the time so quickies make it easier.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's probably like sixty/ forty on risks. yes, he'll fuck you in the dressing room while you're trying on bikinis, but no, he won't spank you with a rolling pin are you out of your mind?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

depends on how tired he is. usually two, but if he's super amped up, can go as many as you need. can go all night if he has to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

sorta toys? has a paddle (you bought him) for when you're really bad. the wooden spoon and spatula he uses for spanking you. you had a vibrator that he'll tease you with sometimes. and he bought you a few plugs when you were anal training and bc sometimes you're a brat and he plugs you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

teasing king. endless teasing until your teary eyed and pouting and furious. the more you're on the edge, the more he likes it. likes to get you to that point you're nearly brain dead with pleasure, then will finally give in because nothing it better than watching you come undone.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's gotten better. used to be a few muffled whines and grunts that he was embarrassed of. now he dirty talks a lot. likes to kinda grunt-moan when he's fucking you, and sometimes you'll get lucky and he'll whimper right in your ear before he cums!!!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

big fan of mirror sex. likes holding you by your jaw while he fucks you roughly, making you watch yourself come undone, all while he grunts and hisses things in your ear. "look at you, fuck. this is what i see every time. get to see you- see you like this. lookin' all pretty and fucked out."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he's def thicker than mosts. thick and veiny- like his build. uncut (that won the poll) and i feel he'd be around seven or eight inches. enough to have you gawking and like... holy shit. he thinks it's not very big or impressive and you reassure him otherwise lol.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty insatiable. esp if he's well rested and not stressed, but even on those days, he just wants to fuck lol.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he's a cuddler and he'll pillow talk for a little bit then he's out lol. to quote nicki, pussy put his ass to sleep. and it is a deep sleep every time lol.

[paleepeaches]

I’M SENSITIVE YOU KNOW (PREVIEW)

Warnings: MDI, mature content, 18+, filthy disgusting smut,

Tags: Connor RK800 x Fem Reader

A/N: THIS IS A PREVIEW 🎀

TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT PLS I CRAVE VALIDATION AND PRAISE

You were a festive person. Always have and always will be. Valentines was your favorite holiday not only because of the pink and red strewn across supermarkets and stores but because it was a day of love. A reason to celebrate you and Connor’s union. You were sentimental. Sensitive and a bit of a sappy girl when it came to things like that. Connor was fully aware of it. In fact he made note of it when you first got together. How you pouted up at him. Your bottom lip jutting out slightly covered in your lipgloss. How when things didn’t go your way your pretty doe eyes would water with tears and coat your spiky lashes. It was an adorable sight to see you so whiney and needy all the time. Especially when it came to him. You’d pout everytime he had to leave to the DPD every morning. Today was no different.

“Do you have to go?” You fluttered you lashes up at him. 

Connor turned his head to look at you while he did his tie. His hands skilfully mastering it. He felt his resolve waver seeing you so like that. You’d just gotten up. Hair was a bit messy, eyes a bit tired but what you wore really got him. It was the babydoll nightdress. Baby pink in color and the cups on it hugged your tits so nicely. It was sheer and cut off at the top of your plush thighs. He had to resist throwing you on the bed and just fucking your brains out. Poor baby girl didn’t know what you were doing to him.

“I have to. Hank needs me for another case. Plus who’s gonna make enough money to take care of you?” He cooed down at you with his signature smirk. 

He huffed out a sigh nodding in understanding. “Okay but are you gonna be home in time to celebrate? I planned a dinner and everything.”

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[bluejutdae]

Right? RIGHT????

OMG writings like the 101 drabble with chagbin is the reason i read fanfiction, i actually did not expect that at all ??? But i loved it???? I love you too???? I NEED a bff!changbin whos in love with me right now😤

-🫶 ❤️ mabeyy 74 if its not done yet???

Wifey, hi! I didn’t know if you wanted 74 for Bin or someone else cause someone didn’t specify it 👀 so I’m making it for 3racha cause im a 3racha slut first and a person later

74. How they react to dirty talk + 3racha

Chan: he gets so red so fast, but loves it. It doesn’t matter if he’s already balls deep inside you, he blushes and hides his face in the crook of your neck or between your boobs. He loves it, though, loves to hear you talk filthy to him. Especially when you tell him what you want him to do. Especially if you beg him to cum inside you, to fill you with his babies, to plug you so it takes… breeding kink with Chan… brrr

Changbin: oh how he loves it. He likes to hear nice things about himself, and if you are talking about his cock or his body? Fantastic! If you’re waxing poetry about the girth of his cock? Perfect! If he wasn’t breathless because he’s putting all his energy into blowing your back, he’d puff his chest, proud and happy… I’m also convinced he can’t talk dirty without being sappy at the same time. He can’t simply say “god baby, your pussy is so tight and wet.” No, he needs to add “it was made just for me. Shaped on my cock. We fit like puzzle pieces. No one else can feel so good around my cock. Only you…” he’s a sap, a romantic, sue him.

Jisung: he’s a slut. He loves it. But he’s also a little shit, so I expect him to try and double you effort, making his dirty talk even more filthier. And who are you to let him try to win? So you make it even more filthier. And so does him, until it’s so ridiculous and porn-like you can only laugh. He laughs so much that he loses his rhythm, slips out of your wet pussy, hips shifting fruitlessly with the head of his cock catching your hole but not being able to get back inside you. You both need to stop for a moment, kiss between your giggles and stare at each other lovingly. It’s so beautiful when you can be like this with him…

[my-castles-crumbling]

stalker - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 467 - companion to the microfic I wrote yesterday - thanks, @starchasersunseeker and @beautyoftheships for helping me with the writer's block!

It starts with a single, red rose.

He wonders one day if Sirius, what with his upbringing and his past relationships, has ever been given flowers. It’s a passing thought, when he walks by a rosebush on the grounds, so he carefully clips it, waves his wand to remove the thorns, and walks to the owlery to select an owl to deliver it, feeling rather nervous. Their relationship is still relatively new, and still private. He wonders if this is the wrong thing to do- something so public, sending a flower. But the next day he sees Sirius’s small, happy smile as he tucks the flower into his hair. And he knows. He made the right decision.

He begins to write letters. He writes simple things that he knows Sirius doesn’t hear enough. You’re an amazing person. You’re beautiful. I love you. He worries he’s gone too far when other Gryffindors at the table poke fun at Sirius for his reactions to the admittedly-sappy letters. But the way Sirius sneaks thrilled grins at him; starry-eyed looks of quiet affection? He knows.  He made the right decision.

He sends anything he thinks the other boy might like- a hair tie, origami, candy, whatever reminds him of Sirius. It becomes a bit of a joke between them, the way Remus is spoiling him. “I’m rather filthy rich, Moony,” Sirius jokes, trying not to show how happy the little tokens make him. “Shouldn’t I be spoiling you?” But Remus knows that to Sirius, this is all new. Nobody has ever taken such time to think of him and care for him. To truly adore him. So he continues.

“Wonder who Black’s stalker is,” he hears others murmuring as the owl drops the gifts, but he just chuckles. Because Sirius is happy, and that’s all that matters.

Of course, he never could have imagined what Sirius would do in return. He should have. Sirius is so damn dramatic. But he doesn’t consider that Sirius might reciprocate. Until the day the same owl flies down to his place at the breakfast table, with so many red roses he’s quite unable to see James across from him once they land on his plate. He can feel himself blushing as all eyes turn to him, but he only has eyes for the boy he sits next to, who is smirking in a rather self-satisfied way. 

“Think they know who my admirer is now, Moony?” Sirius asks, and Remus can’t help but grin as Sirius kisses his cheek. Because just as he knows Sirius secretly craves love and reassurance, Remus craves someone’s pride. He just wants someone to want him.

So he ignores the staring eyes and just pulls Sirius in closer, happy to show off their love.

He knows. He made the right decision.

[lovelybucky1]

Sam Winchester NSFW Alphabet

warnings: genderneutral!reader, mentions of choking, masochism, sadism, switching, cnc, predator/prey, hair pulling, oral sex, hair pulling, 18+ minors dni

masterlist

A = Aftercare- sam is such a sweetheart. he'll take care to clean you up so you're not a sticky mess in the morning, he'll bring you water and snacks if you need, and he will shower you with affection. he kisses you all over and holds you against his chest so you can come down together. if you're the dom in the scene, he expects the same kind of gentle care from you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)- sam's favorite part of his body is his back. he's big and broad and he loves being able to shield you with his body. he also loves when you cling to him, nails digging into the muscles of his back when he fucks you. his favorite part of his partner's body is their neck. it's so sensitive and every light touch of his lips, scratch of his facial hair or press of his fingers has you squirming.

C = Cum- sam is a cumslut. all he wants is to wring orgasm after orgasm out of his partner. he gets drunk on your pleasure and he loves that he's the one making you feel so good. he especially loves to swallow down all of your cum with a smile.

D = Dirty secret- you'd never expect it, but sweet, charming sam loves hard kinks. cnc, predator/prey, sadomasochism, you name it. as long as it's safe, sane, and consensual, he's willing to try it. he'd put on a costume and pretend to be a priest for you to confess your sins to, he'd be the hunter trailing the poor lost spirit, he'd be your hostage to torture for information.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)- sam doesn't have too much experience. jess was his first and they didn't get up to anything too crazy, only because sam was too shy to ask. he's watched enough porn to have his fair share of kinky fantasies and the knowledge shared by his big brother has given him a pretty good idea of how to go about the kinker things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)- surprise, surprise, sam is a missionary kind of guy. call it vanilla, but he loves to see your face as you come apart on his cock. he spices it up with a hand around your throat, lips pressed to your ear while he whispers filthy things, and your fingernails dug into his back. if he's bottoming, he likes backshots. they make him feel cheap and dirty, especially when you pull his hair.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)- if having regular, normal sex then sam will be goofy. he'll tease you and crack jokes like he isn't fucking your brains out. if you're doing a scene, he can stay in character enough to be serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)- sam doesn't do much manscaping. he'll trim his bush if it gets too long, but he prefers to keep everything natural. he doesn't have too much chest hair, but he has a nice happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)- sam is a big sappy romantic. he's the type to lay rose petals down on the bed so he can make sweet love to you all night. he'll whisper how much he loves you with each stroke and he kisses passionately, but this doesn't mean he can't be rough.

J = Jack off- sam doesn't get much alone time outside of the shower when he's on cases, so that's typically where he jerks off. if he can find enough time, that is. it's also hard for him to get in the mood when there's a case on his mind, so he usually waits until things have settled a bit to take care of himself.

K = Kink- sam is a switch, so he never shies away from a battle for dominance. he loves to run his mouth during sex, spewing praise and degradation in equal amounts (depending on your preferences). he likes to leave marks: hickyes, bites, bruises, you name it. he also likes when you cry because it means he gets to comfort you and teasingly tell you that "it's all gonna be okay"

L = Location- sam isn't big on the risk of getting caught, so he keeps his sex in private locations. usually the bedroom or motel room, sometimes the bathroom against the sink or in the shower. he'd fuck you in the back seat of the impala if he thought he could get away with it, but dean would kill him if he found out sam's bare ass touched his seats.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)- sam likes a spitfire. if you speak your mind, are quick witted, and can keep up with his and dean's sarcasm and snark, you'll have his attention. sam really likes to flirt, and he loves it when you play hard to get. he'll be whipped for you and you'll be the only thing on his mind.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)- sam wouldn't be into any authority kink. sam's not big on authority himself, and he'd rather not have to hold some sort of title to get your submission. all he wants to hear you moan is his name, not sir, daddy, or master

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)- sam likes receiving oral well enough. he'd never turn down a blowjob, but he much prefers to give. he could stay between your thighs for hours and not get tired.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)- the pace really depends on the scene and lead up. sam can he rough and he likes to fuck hard, but he also enjoys going slow and drawing it out so you both can feel every little touch.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)- most of the sex sam has are quickies. he doesn't get much down time unless he's not on a case, which isn't often. if you're on the case with him, he'll find ways to get dean out of the room long enough to get some alone time with you. he'd love to be able to take his time, but he'll take what he can get.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)- sam likes to try new things and there isn't much he wouldn't try at least once. he isn't a fan of public sex and dabbling with the possibility of getting caught, however. he doesn't want any uninvited third parties seeing you like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)- when he has the time, sam usually can go for at least two rounds. while he's recovering, he uses that time to focus completely on you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)- sam doesn't use any toys on himself but he isn't opposed to his partner using them or using them with his partner, especially when it comes to pegging

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)- sam is a tease and a flirt. he'll give you innocent little touches, quiet whispers of dirty things in your ear, all to rile you up. if you turned the tables on him, however, he'd get all pouty that you're withholding what he wants.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)- sam is pretty quiet during sex. he talks, but in a hushed voice, and he stifles his moans. the most noise he makes are little, involuntary whimpers that come from high in his throat.

W = Wild card- sam is always trapped in his own head. his imagination is vivid and whenever he finds himself bored, he thinks about naughty scenarios like they're his personal pornos.

X = X-ray- sam is unexpectedly muscled. he may not look like it with his baggy clothes on, but he has abs, a defined chest and arms, and toned legs. his dick is also proportionally sized.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)- the stress in sam's life definitely impacts his sex drive, but his head is always swimming with dirty thoughts.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)- sam expels a lot of pent up energy during sex, so he will usually pass out pretty quick after the fact.

[lolishdes]

“Beauty and Pleasure Incarnate” Diluc x Reader

✧A/N: Just some Diluc Headcanons I have, be warned these are all nsfw, so just keep scrolling down if uninterested! Also if this blows up then I might make a part 2 since I still got some headcanons in mind hehe

I made reader as neutral as I can for the ladies, all of you deserve love from our gorgeous man. But reader can also be anyone you want! Never specified that reader is a cis woman so 👀

✧Warning/s: This is all pure filth let me tell you! Best to keep it a surprise and just read if for yourselves ;3 

Minors kindly don't interact!

Diluc is definitely a gentle and passionate lover, once he loves you there's nothing he won't do for you. And when it comes to your alone times in the evenings, he makes sure to give everything you desire. 

Diluc doesn't enjoy degrading you, bullying you a little? Sure. But he would much prefer to give you sweet compliments and praises –– praises that he knows that will rile you up. He has way too much respect for you to even degrade you, especially in an activity such as this. And when it comes to calling you names he loves calling you traditional pet names like beloved, sweetheart, my love, gorgeous, beautiful, and all that sappy stuff. If he's feeling a little more dirty he loves calling you his little minx or vixen. 

When it comes to sex he isn't in favor of outdoor or quickies, he wants a proper place for you two to explore one another's bodies. He thinks that it's only proper to do so, since such an intimate act should only be shared in a setting with absolute privacy. He lives for foreplay, in fact it's his favorite part. He wants to worship every single part of your body. Your beautiful body just does things to him, it's obvious considering the bulge forming down his pants.

Diluc knows you're weak to kisses, and those kisses vary from your lips, to your chest, or even on that swollen clit of yours. He’ll make sure to kiss every part you want him to, just use your words, okay? He’s pretty verbal too when making love to you, quite the opposite with how he usually acts. But you suppose it's because in such a moment both of you feel so vulnerable and connected that he doesn't mind letting his mind and mouth do some extra work. 

His dynamic is definitely the giver, or more specifically a service Dom. Acts of service is his love language and that still applies in the bedroom.

Eating you out makes him heat up until the tips of his toes, it's just so filthy with the sound of squelching and your hands roughly pulling on his red locks. But he doesn't mind, in fact it just turns him on even more, your desperation is so sexy to him and he wants nothing more than to make you feel good. To hell with his aching cock, your swollen cunny needs some loving! Also while eating you out he definitely palms himself through his boxers, just to ease some of that tension building up.

He finds that both of you enjoy a deep but slow pacing when it comes to thrusting. The action is just so overwhelming and less energy consuming really. 

Since this is such an intimate act, Diluc wants to see every single facial expression you make,  to see the beautiful lady that he has fallen in love with. Naturally he chooses missionary as his favorite position, but sometimes he wants to spice things up and fucks you in a mating press instead!

When finally putting it in he makes sure to rub himself on your clit first, just to stimulate you a little bit more. He goes slow while his hands are gripping your thighs. “Oh archons beloved– you feel so warm.” On the other hand you're gripping the sheets and breathless. “Luc please–” “Shh shh i've got you, come here.” He silences you with a deep kiss while his hips slowly thrust forward. 

Definitely loves to overstimulate you, to see tears of pure euphoric feeling of coming and the absolute torture as he starts thrusting inside you again. But he is not doing this to bully you, he just wants to make you feel so good!

After he gives you your last orgasm he expects to see your legs shaking, your form breathless and pure satisfaction. He swipes some strands of hair to your ear so that they won't tickle your face too much and after doing so he flops down beside you. He gives you a warm hug and press kisses on your shoulders.

Due to too much pleasure you try to move away from him, but you know better than to run, and he knows his beautiful lady is just a little overwhelmed! Don't worry, he’ll pin you back down with one hand on your waist and another above your hand, see now there's no way to escape!

“My dear are you alright? Oh don't come running off now, come back here, that's it, I just want to make you feel better.”  He presses a tender kiss on cheek as he looks at you lovingly. You on the other hand was completely disheveled, your hair was a mess, eyes completely cloudy and head all fuzzy. Without warning he thrusts slowly but deeply inside of you, a whine escapes as your back arches. 

“Look how beautiful you look right now, absolutely breathtaking. You don't mind if I break you a little more do you, my love?” He sounds so sweet, as if he isn't completely making your legs all shaky and weak. You try to use words however your mind was too consumed with pleasure, but thats okay! Diluc knows this and would gladly help you with your words.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you, just lay there and feel good alright?” He is so reassuring with his sweet words, makes you feel safe and loved and you adore that about him.

“You’re perfect.” 

[hey-august]

Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness

Word count: ~1.5k Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N, insertion sex, love "confession" during sex, a bunch of sappy lovey-dovey mush. A/N: This is my last minute Valentine's gift to you all! Or, if you're not fond of Valentine's Day (valid), this is my appreciation for all of you. ❤︎❤︎❤︎

Title from "Of All the Gin Joints in All the World" by Fall Out Boy

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Buggy talks a lot. A lot. Words and crumbs fall from his mouth while he eats. Days are filled with endless narration of thoughts and actions that are tuned out by most. Even during slumber, his mouth is awake and whispering along with dream-state monologues. The only times Buggy is quiet is when he’s kissing or drinking, and even then, he’s not silent for long.

And one of his favorite topics is you. He’s turned many conversations into soliloquies about you. It’s a skill of his, really. A mystery glinting on the horizon is no match for the sparkle in your eyes. Running low on rations is a problem, although there is plenty of your favorite food, so it’s not an urgent issue. Yeah, that was a funny joke, but listen to this one that had you laughing even hours later.

With the stampede of words forever running out of Buggy’s painted mouth, there were three words his lips haven’t uttered in a specific order - I love you. 

He’s come close many times. You are his favorite thing to talk about, which includes talking about all the things he loves about you.

“I love your smile.” “I love how the moon is reflected in your eyes.” “I love it when you yell at me.” “I love your morning breath. Not.” “I love the stupid face you make when you’re concentrating.” “I love how you taste.” “I love the way you say my name.” “I love your butt. Lemme smack it, sweetcheeks.”

But he hasn’t said that he loves you. You. Buggy has only shared his adoration for the things you do. How you look. Just pieces of you, not the whole.

You didn’t expect to hear those words you craved while being pounded on top of the captain’s desk.

Your ass hung off the wooden edge as Buggy pressed his hips into yours. Each hard thrust jostled the desk, knocking over pens and paper, and sending shockwaves through your sensitive body. The slap of damp skin making contact overlaid the sporadic deep creaks of wooden legs moving against the rough floor.

Buggy’s humid breath tickled your neck and fell down your chest, with the cotton breeze dragging across your hard nipples. His tongue trailed along your skin, the taste of salt filling his mouth. Puffy, kiss-bruised lips graze your racing pulse, keeping track of how quickly you were approaching the finish line.

His desire to consume still unsatiated, Buggy sank his teeth into the meat of your shoulder and wrapped you in his embrace. A strong hold full of heat and fire.

Desperate to throw yourself into the flames, you fell into him. You melted against Buggy’s body, against his touch. All you wanted was to feel him. To feel his hardness deep inside. To feel his passion. To feel his devotion.

Buggy groaned deeply as your body continued to mold to his movements, pulling him further inside. His lips moved on your skin, saying everything and nothing. Bountiful praises, filthy adoration, lewd and lustful comments laced with profanity. How much he loves your body. He loves how you feel. He loves how well you take him. He loves…

“I love you.”

His voice was clear and the words were finite. They’re not followed by anything else. And he repeated them. Again and again, with each thrust. Filling your mind, body, and soul to capacity, until you overflowed. Until tears leaked from your eyes. Until you clawed at Buggy’s shoulders, pulling him ever closer. Until you cried his name. Until you exploded. 

You erupted with an intensity that triggered a chain reaction. Buggy let out a choked moan as he released inside you with stuttering thrusts that slowly came to a stop.

Your body trembled with aftershocks that Buggy tried to soothe with gentle kisses. One to your neck. Your cheek. And your forehead. With the third kiss, you let out a long exhale and your body relaxed.

Later, you two laid entwined in bed. Buggy used your shoulder as a pillow with long blue hair fanned out behind him. Your arm was wrapped around him, not yet numb from the position. The pirate had hooked one of your legs between his, which he rubbed lazily like a cricket. A comforting weight from his crooked arm rested on your chest. His large hand rested just below your other shoulder, also moving idly. Pat, pat, pat, then a soft swipe back and forth, followed by another trio of light pats. A calming pattern that would often lull you to sleep. But not tonight.

“You know, that was the first time you said you loved me…” you murmured.

It was a comment. An observation you wanted to share with him. Not to complain that you hadn’t heard it before - you knew he loved you - but to acknowledge the milestone.

“Mmmh…” Buggy’s voice was rough as he pulled back from the sleep that was enticing him. He rubbed his face against your skin, grinding into his cushion of hair. You could just barely feel the scratch of his facial hair as he moved side to side to side. “First time out loud, I guess.”

The response didn’t make sense. Maybe Buggy was more tired than either of you realized. His hand was still moving, in the same slow pattern of hand-pats. You kissed the top of his head and inhaled, welcoming his warm, lightly musky, scent. He hummed softly and tilted his face to respond with three quick kisses. He seemed conscious enough, so you prodded further.

“What do you mean by out loud?”

Buggy pulled away just enough so he could look you in the eyes. Confusion was plastered across his unpainted face and he searched for understanding.

“With words. But I’ve told you loads of times that I love you,” he said, nodding slowly as he finished speaking - as if you needed the reassurance.

Rebounding his confusion with a squint, you responded in a measured tone, “I don’t know what you mean.” You two stared at each other, thoughts traveling on opposite, parallel tracks. “Buggy, what do you mean? How do you say it without actually saying it?”

Buggy scowled. “What do you mean? You’re the one that started it.” He had been following your lead. Why were you acting like you didn’t know? Like he hadn’t been professing his love to you every single day?

“I-I still don’t understand. Explain it to me,” you asked. “Please?”

Ocean eyes stared into yours, looking for shadows of insincerity. But there were none. You really didn’t know. You hadn’t heard his silent proclamations.

“I tell you like this,” he said in a gruff voice, patting your arm with more intent. Pat, pat, pat. “Or like this…” He leaned in and gave you three kisses on your forehead. “Like this…” He rubbed a hairy leg against your trapped one, three times again. Always three. I. Love. You.

“When you say it, you always squeeze my hand or rub my back or give me kisses three times. I thought that…” A surge of embarrassment overcame Buggy, drowning the rest of his words. 

He saw the comprehension on your face as he spoke, but not recognition. You weren’t doing it intentionally. That’s why you didn’t realize. He just made it up.

Feeling a prickly heat travel up his chest, burning his cheeks and the tips of his ears, Buggy sat up. He hid behind his hands and wallowed in the awkward silence.

“Is that why you always put 3 sugars in my tea?”

He nodded.

“And you sneak me three cookies?”

Another nod.

“Three flowers…” Nod. “Is…is that why there’s 3 pillows on the bed?” Nod. “When you hug me, you squeeze three times…” The statement was followed with another nod.

He was right - Buggy always told you he loved you. Within every touch and every thought that involved you was his love. If his hand was on your shoulder, his thumb tapped in bursts of three. When he smacked or pinched your butt - threes. You thought it was a quirk of his, not something he chose to do. But he did.

Your heart was bursting at the seams, and the excess emotions that did escape trickled out your eyes. Bowling over the morose clown sitting on the bed, you knocked Buggy back and began to smother him in kisses and tears. Most of which landed on the hands still covering his face.

“M’sorry, I didn’t know.” Kiss. “-was just so happy to hear it out loud.” Kiss. “I love you so much.” Kiss. “I’m sorry, Buggy.” Kiss. “Thank you for telling me.” Kiss. “I love you so so much.”

You paused and tallied up the kisses. Five. Tugging his hands down, you deliver the final kiss on his lips. Six. Double threes. I love you, times two.

“Please, don’t ever stop. That makes me really happy, Buggy. It makes me feel loved…” 

Buggy nodded. Three times. The blush that continued to deepen on his face managed to spread to yours. Two crimson-faced fools in love.

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Definitely had @feral-artistry's blushing Buggy art in my head during this. ❤️❤️❤️

[crtstormie]

Loser, baby reprise idea

If we get a reprise of loser, baby in season 2 I want it to be the opposite of the original song.

like wether that be something going on with alastor, his gambling/ alcohol tendencies, or the fact that he hates he’s a winged cat. Maybe, if we wanna be angsty, all three. 

Like how the OG song was a combination of ANGEL’s relationship with VAL, his self destructing habits like drugs and alcohol, and his self hatred for his body and being a toy for Val, (or a PET, like how Alastor sees husk!) 

And then I believe this would take place somewhere more personal like in a enclosed room or bathroom or even at the hotel bar, where the OG was in a messy open setting on some rando street.

Preferably it would be later in the season so there would be a bigger break and relationship development to help the reprise hit harder since it has ALREADY become their song. (And to help the pacing)

So husk would be all down in the dumps and Angel would lift him up the same way Husk did to him all those months ago but since then, their relationship has become deeper and sweeter so it would be slightly more… cute? 

Like I don’t want something as light as the more than anything reprise compared to the original song where it just becomes lighter and more natural, no.

I want it to be sweeter in a way where it reflects how these two are still struggling together, are still losers together but it’s become less insulting and more lighthearted and teasing. like we already see in episode 8 that the losers thing has become a cute lil joke. 

So, it developed even more to where the reprise makes it genuinely sweet while not dumbing down on the purpose of the original song? That would be PERFECTION.

It would be shorter than the og since it is a reprise, and it would NOT be where they kiss. I have many ideas for when they kiss (if they even do cuz omg I love slow burns but idk if I could wait ANOTHER season if we even get a S3) probably about a minute long like the other reprises.

Since I’m so hyperfixated on this idea, I already imagine the main line is changed ever so slightly. 

Instead of ‘you’re A loser baby,’ it’s something super sappy and romantic like ‘you’re MY loser, baby,’ and they would both joke about how soft and stupid they’ve become?!?! I would MELTTTT.

I highly doubt if this were to happen these would be the lyrics by here’s my idea of how it would kinda go 

Angel to husk: so things look bad, and you’re back’s against the wall… *much slower, lighter, softer.

You’re whole existence seems, fuckin’ hopeless..

You’re feelin’ filthy as a {I feel like they would change the lyric here, but it would depend on the context and setting to make it work. Like how the og was outside a gross bar, the line ‘dive bar bathroom stall’ fit for that situation. Or it’s just a general metaphor and I’m insane.}

Can’t face the world sober, and dopeless… [ok imagine instead if it getting higher here like the OG song it gets LOWER? It would be a nice change for a reprise : o]

You’ve lost.. you’re way… but you know you’re life ain’t wrecked {There’s two ways the buildup to the chorus rewrite could go. - 

They could keep it the same, or change it up in a way to where Angel is referring to how Husk already helped him through this and this situation and how he knows it’s pointless to dwell. Which is why he’s helping husk now with the same problem, but he’s just a dumbass because he knows this! Reflecing on the original song idea of ‘yeah you’re pathetic but so am I with you’ kinda mentality.}

So I guess we’re correct… {or, as I originally said, OG lyrics BASED ON story context. Obviously idk what S2 is gonna be like lol}

You’re my loser, baby, my loser, goddamn baby you’re my fucked up little whiney bitch, you’re a loser just like me.

*And I would adore it if husk just did a sarcastic scoff and said ‘thanks asshole’*

You’re my screws-loose boozer and only one star reviewser [this line on they would sing it togetherrr]

You’re a {Depending on if the OG song was saying that Husk was also a power bottom and that was his company or if he just generally had company is still unclear to me, so they could hypothetically keep that line or take a spin on it where they joke about, say, husk being a submissive top? I’m just flowing with ideas gosh} [I wouldn’t be able to make a clever rhyme for that joke except for this so why not] >>>>>>

You’re a sub top at/off the highest rooftop, but you’ve got company~* in a more flirty and teasing tone cuz husk was also teasing him a lot in loser, baby* 

I will not explain the joke but it’s pretty self explanatory [The roof is considered either the most empty or luxurious part of a building, it can also be roofs, flying, wings I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS! And off if we want be a lil… dark if we ain’t referring to flying 🤨] 

|Anyways I ain’t no professional songwriter in any way that’s just a little personal dumb line|

And then it would end! Like I said not in a kiss like the more than anything reprise cuz I don’t really want another chaggie parallel? (Not saying the chaggie and huskerdust parallels are bad it’s just parallels between the f/f couple and m/m couple when they’re both very different I don’t want to be many) - 

I think it would be a hug or a soft snuggle or something more simple get intimate like that : P since Angel needs sweet stuff not more ‘sexual’ :/ advancements.

Or this whole thing is pointless cuz the point of the song was Husk telling Angel once and for all that he’s not alone and they wouldn’t need to bring it up again? But we already got the instrumental so there’s slight hope…

Anyways, if we were to get a loser baby reprise that is just my personal idea of what I think would happen! Obviously the second season is already written but if something even remotely similar happens to this I will be happy. Hell maybe I was right on point but it’s highly unlikely haha

Toodles~ |I didn’t write this at 2 am instead of sleeping on a school night cuz I had 2 assignments due whatttt|

[occultradio]

Sorry for the delay between updates and thank you so much @sadraccoon061 for helping me brainstorm

Viscera: Do it for Trace, c'mon you can do it.....

Mother: Kel'li? You only ever call for two things, Who or what died this time?

V: ......I got married Mother: Oh finally a new daughter-in-law, such a shame what happened to the other one, such a sweet gal. V: Sweet?! fucking monster more like it Anyyyyyway no, no daughter for you.....you know my old bandmate?

Mother: ......it better not be that trashy orphan. V:.......... Mother: KEL'LI!!! What am I supposed to say when clients ask how my son is?! How could you wed someone on that filthy flesh eaters list! We raised you better than that! I demand you divorce asap! V: Keep yelling and your grandkids are going to hear you. Mother: WHAT?! How? Your wife couldn't even have a baby after 10 pregnancies. V: Have a nice day Mother, tell Mum I called. Mother: Don't you dare hang........

V: Your grandmas give me the biggest headaches Lyric: Pbbbbttt V: Exactly!

V: Trace...are you awake? T: sort of

V: How are you feeling? T: Well, I can't keep anything down and I'm itchy V: I....your so round already?!? T: yes?

V: I Didn't expect you to actually get this far?! T: VIS! V: I..I'm sorry, that call was rough and brought up old shit T: I'm proud of you, come here

V: I don't like calling you my spouse T: hm? V: It feels empty. Your my mate that's what I want to use! I'm not with you out of legal bull crap, I'm here because I love you...and fuck...love doesn't even feel like a strong enough word. Heyyyy why you putting your hand under my shirt? Your hand is cold! T: Wait....Vis, I knew you were overly sappy for a reason. Ahh! just one this time! V: Oh! we get to do the weird thing then!! T: We do!! V: Guess we should both be drinking some ginger tea

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