#just a little thought i had while chatting with mars 🤭

[kelin-is-writing]

one thing about dabi is that he’s gonna totally implode the moment his foot sets into your room and he sees you scan yourself at the mirror, front and back, while wearing an high waisted pleated mini skirt that left your beautiful legs bare under his wide cerulean eyes.

the way that skirt was hugging perfectly your waist and flaunted your body when you twirled made his heart flutter, he used it for fun but you were truly a living doll. how are you so damn gorgeous?

his gaze sharpened turning darker in a split second. he walked in for good, hand in the pockets of his jeans, and got closer to your silhouette; finally noticing the villain’s presence you turn to him in panic, face red as a tomato, while trying to pull down a little the skirt from the hem to no avail as it still was too short.

when you notice his presence you blush right away, embarrassed because of the show you had put on in front of him, he probably thinks you look like a child playing with her mother’s clothes. you wish the earth under your feets would swallow you whole.

when the villain gets closer you start sweating and fidgeting while timidly apologising for the scene he had to assist a few seconds ago. the young man asks why is that, then when you explain him that it’s because you look weird and such a style doesn’t suit you he’s genuinely confused, glancing at you with a lifted eyebrow as his eyes look up and down your entire figure attentively not registering a single thing of what you’re saying to justify what he had saw few minutes ago by the door, too busy eating you whole with his stare, the tip of his tongue licking his canine:

“ohh baby, you’re such a liar...”

at that comment dabi gave with low husky voice you looked up at your boyfriend quizzically, not understanding what he meant by that.

few moments later he had you in front of the mirror again, but this time with a lifted leg that was hooked over his forearm, skirt wrinkled up, panties hanging at your ankle and the raven-haired boy’s dick pounding hard inside your pussy as he chants praises into your ear while squishing your cheeks with his free hand and forcing you to look at you two in the mirror, your gummy walls clenching around him so deliciously at every word and thrust, tearing a guttural groan out from the very back of his throat.

when dabi releases hot white ropes long your walls, he pulls out choking out a brief moan while resting his hands onto your waist, tightening the grip so you don’t fall to the ground and suddenly you’re bend against the mirror nearly kissing your own reflection as he pulls your hips back, his dick sneaking between your legs to press into your pussy’s folds making you moan.

dabi’s face moves to set beside yours, his nose pressed against your cheek as he stares at you with lust and hunger through the mirror, a wolfish smirk on his lips that made your belly churn.

“i’ll show you how beautiful you are, since you can’t see it on your own.”

[colgatebluemintygel]

hello there tp!! might i pls perhaps have a little taste of sad soggy scottish seaside au (aka selkie remus)....🤭 a fun fact or two or perhaps a minty fresh lil snip....🤭😌 hope ur having a lovely week MUAH xx

SASHH ofccc one sad n soggy snippette comin up just for U ! <333 (i chatted about the premise here w everyone's fav wild cat also xxx)

It was a strange thing to be awake, Remus thought. It was not often that he simply existed, without a thought of what was to come or what had already passed. It was only at night when he felt really, truly present.

Each night moved in waves, in blue echoes and the tang of salt. Tightly embraced by his sealskin, the sea carried his in the palms of its hands, the currents passing him from one to another.

Surrounding him with its heavy lightness, the sea muffled sound, softened light, and let him float, float, float. As he swam, he’d catch glimpses of his tail, his seal fur golden in the moonlight.

Some nights, he paddled in rock pools as clams looked up at him, their smiles wonky in the rippling water, while the splashing waves whispered words of comfort. Hermit crabs inched around him, threatening him with tiny their pincers. He ignored them as he bathed beneath the stars, his whiskers twitching.

Other nights, and they were the worst, were a blur of red, bloody red. He would go to bed in the early hours of the morning, hair damp and salty, with angry welts down his arms and legs, where jagged cuts had marred his golden fur.

Every night, while the rest of the manor slumbered, Remus would creep down to the rocky inlet where his golden sealskin was hidden.

Every night, he held his breath, only to let it out in relief.

Until one day, it was gone.