#omg i'm getting diabetes

[movielosophy]

Destined | we’re even

[animasola86]

Kinktober: It is that time again.

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

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

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

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

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

It is that time again, darling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And how old is our baby girl?”

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

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

You blink slowly. “Sebastian, what –”

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

“Are you sure about this?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Another one, hm?” you whisper breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” comes the hesitant answer.

He exhales loudly. “Is he conscious?”

“Is he what?”

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

“He's crying,” Anne answers quietly.

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

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

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

You admire him, period.

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

“Hmm?” he hums softly against you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ending notes:

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

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

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

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

Thank you for reading!

Btw:

THERE'S A SECOND PART NOW!!!

[ masterlist ]

Other Kinktober submissions:

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

A scholar and a pervert (overstimulation, sex toys)

The horny ghost (voyeurism, masturbation, spectrophilia)

It belongs to me (deepthroating, semi-public)

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

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

[yamsgarden]

aaa I thought I'd share the story here as well, but omg... That left me on the floor... sorry it's a bit long OTL

To keep it short, I met a Miraculous Lady Bug who noticed my Diabetic censor last mini con I went, this weekend. She came to me and told me how she had hers since 15 years... To my suprise, she showed me she even had a Diabetic Type 1 tattoo all across her arm.

It was hard to tell because of the mask, but I think Lady Bug was close to tears because of finding another DT1... We hugged each other and told each other to keep on fighting.

I just never ever expected a complete stranger to noticed my censor and even come to me, open their heart and wishing me to fight... I wasn't even there as an artist, or as yamsgarden, I was just me...

I thought she was so insanely amazing to tattoo this on her and accepted it and that it's part of her. When in my case I try to hide it or rarely ever mentionned it... It's still hard to accept but ngl she gave me hope and strengh.

I know DT1 is common but also still rare. You adapt to it, but somedays it feels horrible, like an awful unfair burden added on top of all your other problems just out of nowhere and who is slowly killing you if not treated...

It just felt insane to be reminded how we're not alone in this. I try to fight it in silence (with the docs ofc) so I forget there's so many out there too... The docs keep telling everytime, how I'm so late to have DT1 but also so young, same for high blood pressure.

Definitely the first time I ever experienced this tho and holy shit.

Ig it's just a reminder how I feel for everyone out there also has DT1 and I wish her and all of us to never give up

We didn't choose to get this, you'll always be more than this shit illness and we'll make it to 50+ years old

fuck this chronic disease for stealing years of our lives

idk who you are out there all of you dear DT1, but I love you and I feel for you and you better never give up 💖💪✨✨✨

I also can't believe this sweettest interaction ever happened while dressed as a fucking maid... Life is so funny sometimes sjkdhsdjkfg.

Other than that, I had a lovely time with my best friends and I can't wait to see what the futur is holding for us

[lowkeyrobin]

hi :) i was wondering if i could get somethin with the cricket crew folks (those who are a-okay with xreaders) and a reader who deals with type 1 diabetes, like the reader is having low blood sugar troubles while hanging out pretty please 🦕 (platonic or romantic doesnt, matter to me)

OF COURSEEE OMG sorry for taking so long to get this out, I did a lot of research into this so hopefully I got everything accurate! my dad has type 2 diabetes so sorry if anything got mixed up with that as well 😭 billzo and aimsey are the two that aren't cool with x reader fanfics so I didn't include them, although I'm pretty sure they're okay just being in the bg? lmk if I need to change anything! I genuinley appreciate it ; also all hb content will no longer have tubbo!!

HANDSOME BROS ; you have type one diabetes

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, & freddie badlinu

warnings ; swearing, mentions of fainting, mentions of needles/dexcom

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TOMMYINNIT

instantly shoving bills diet coke down your throat

he just panics at first and kinda asks you what to do

yk like in movies when all the characters are shouting over each other in panic? that's him

bill rushes over since his drink just got stolen

"dude, their dexcom needs changed"

"what the fuck is a dex-com!?"

Tommy's too scared to help you in the beginning, literally forces Bill to help you if you need it

even seeing the damn dexcom app on your phone scares him sometimes

like when you walk too far away and it starts doing that scary ass beeping thing, he jumps out of his skin

you left your phone with him while you went to use the bathroom in a public area and your phone started doing the thing because you were too far away and his face went from 😊 to 😨 in a millisecond

"What if they're dead in there???"

wilbur and tubbo are usually the ones reminding him that you're fine and it beeps when you're out of reach

after time, he gets used to it

although he never lets you forget your phone

he's still scared of the beeping

but he learns a lot on how to help you and shit from both you and bill

if he's got an embarrassing question, he'll go to billzo bc he's so scared of making you uncomfortable LMAO

has a whole notes app list for procedures when you're having issues with your dexcom/blood sugar troubles

makes sure you eat some snacks through the day

🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 I'm so hopelessly in love

RANBOO

the first time it happens it was while you were out with them and aimsey

you only told the both of them "hey I'm diabetic just so u know" and left it at that

so when you started having blood sugar troubles out and about with them, they didn't know what to do

you kinda had to explain yourself and tell them how to help and stuff

ranboo made a little safe plan after that, now worried that you could possibly faint and stuff

he has a whole like 3 page note on his phone (like size 9 font too) of what to do in certain situations and when to call 911 if needed

he runs it by Bill too in case you guys missed anything

like bi-hourly checkups that your sugar is okay and stuff, making sure the dexcom is working etc etc

makes sure to only take you to restaurants and fast food places where you'll actually eat instead of pulling the "I'm not hungry" bullshit

he's just looking out for you

"we can't go there, y/n won't eat and I haven't seen them eat today. if you guys wanna do that, that's cool, we'll probably run by a gas station or a store to get something for them, though"

"ran, it's fine-"

"shut up. youre eating, you toe muncher"

"WHAT???"

if you're recovering from low sugar and being weasy/feeling like you're gonna faint, he just tries everything to make you smile

from dumb jokes to comfort videos, etc

they'll do anything to make sure you're better than you were before

you and bill have a diabetes competition where you're just talking shit and spewing about how you've got it worse than the other and ranboo just records it 💀💀💀

FREDDIE BADLINU

during the pov you're at a family reunion ranboo stream is the first time you have troubles around your friends

you forgot you needed to change the dexcom and almost halfway through you step out

like half an hour later you're still not back and the whole groups confused to Freddie goes to retrieve you

brother finds you in the bathtub in and out of consciousness

tbh you blame yourself for writing it off and not thinking about a plan just in case but lessons learned

he texts the groupchat to inform the others what happened while you stumble back into frame with Freddie's help bc you were not gonna ruin this for the others or chat, no matter how much he told you that you weren't ruining anything

you were acting a little out of it but he got you eating off the charcuterie board which helped a bit

afterwards, he always makes sure that you're eating properly and helps you with communicating if you need help with your dexcom and stuff

like Tommy, the beeping when you're too far away from your phone scares the shit out of him sometimes

sometimes he gets a little anxious and slides your phone under the bathroom door or quickly gives the phone back like "I'm just making sure you're okay! it disconnected, I got a little worried"

God I'm so head over heels for him 💔💔

[saltymongoose]

Streamer player who got into the game with their phone and aren't exactly behaving the way the employers expected them to at first💥

Auditor goes on his little monologue about you being important to this entire reality and how you being locked up in here is non-negotiable and how you can't just leave! They finally got you here and they're so excited-

Player is giving no visual reactions but he keeps on talking (he. Is acting a bit out of pocket now that the player is finally here! You can't blame him!!!)

Then suddently they just kinda.

Player is now visibly irritated and typing up a longgg post abt them having to stop streaming for now and how they love their fans and won't stop interacting!!! It will just take longer to post significant content! And apologising profusely to their followers.

As they're doing this they start a very upset rant about the situation they're in

Like they go all the way off💥💥 going from how badly planned their kidnapping was and how if they really wanted the player to stay in this bland little concrete room the employers should have at the very least let them grab a charger. Did they even know if humans could breathe in this atmosphere?? They could have died! Did they even take their medication with them? No? Of course not. God, can it even get any worse? Oh! And just so you know, being locked in a small boring enviroment is very detrimental to any human's mental state! Do they even know if food in nevada can fit their dietary requirements?? If the auditor didn't go on that rant about the importance of the player, they'd assume they were captured to get tortured! If this is the level of planning the employers were capable of, then they could see why they couldn't catch Hank yet.

40 minutes after being left in the room by themselves the player gets out and they apologize for getting so mad.🫡

(What the rest of the employers see after the auditor leaves the player's room)

Omg, it's something the Employers never expected to see. The consequences of their own actions. 🤯

Yes, we love to see the Player sticking it to the Auditor (and the rest of the Employers), and they do have a point. Besides the observations they made over your webcam, they had no other source of information on humans, and it's not like watching someone play video games and go about their business in their room can tell you about all their needs. Your biology is completely unfamiliar to them, and who knows if you need any specialized medical care to deal with any disorders or ailments you have? Like if you were diabetic, how the hell would you get insulin? Do they even have insulin in Nevada? What about food? Or enrichment? Humans are social creatures, and it's not like talking only to the four of them would be sufficient for that. And that's just a few things in addition to the arguments you gave in your ask as well.

I like to think that the Player is just so done with the situation that they're the one who orders the Auditor to leave the room while they type out a message to their followers. I mean, they just woke up in a whole other dimension/world after being kidnapped. It's not like they'd be all that comfortable with just chilling in the room with the Auditor after giving him the verbal lashing they did lmao. 

Meanwhile, the Employer is just beside himself, because he can't exactly weasel his way out of responsibility here or argue against what the Player said - because they're right. The Auditor took a major gamble by really just assuming they would be able to survive there off of some similar details in their surroundings, and if he were any less impulsive, he'd have done some further tests to see if such a thing was really feasible.

What makes it worse for him is that I'm also willing to bet that Stygian or one of the other Employers suggested doing just that, but he didn't listen to them because he never listens to them lmao. (Also I love that picture of the Auditor, it's one of my favorite things in the world now, no joke.) 

And it's not like they're going to comfort or support him once he steps out of the room either. In fact, they'll probably chastise him (Stygian totally would at least), and then insist that you were entirely right and they don't think you should apologize at all. 

Maybe they're doing it for extra brownie points, as the Auditor's clear fuckup in your eyes provides a very good opportunity to make themselves look good (even if it's extremely hypocritical lol). But then you reference their own work to help the Auditor's plan and throw it back in their faces because you just know he could never do this whole operation alone. (And you're still important to other people besides them regardless, like your beloved fans who're gonna have to deal with the fallout of their selfishness.)

However, fortunately for the other three, your scolding is far less harsh than it had been on the Auditor. That doesn't mean you won't still make a point of it when necessary though.

[rottencore]

I met with my nutritionist FINALLY and she's SO nice omg she knows about DID and how it affects eating habits (has treated DID ppl before) and also said the actual word fatphobia which is a point in my book... I'm looking forward to working with her ^_^ she's also very knowledgeable about diabetes and doesn't use weight as a metric of getting better at all actually

[carsonian]

Cap-IM Rec Week: It's About the Yearning Tuesday

@cap-ironman, happy Tuesday:

"take my heart clean apart" by mistymountainking (@stovetuna)

He’s tired, so tired of waiting, tired of touches with no meaning, tired of holding his breath when Steve’s in the room, tired of keeping this love to himself. “I can’t—I can’t, if you don’t mean it.” Tony comes home exhausted after an SI event. Steve acts as welcoming committee. It's an old, careworn routine they've perfected over the years, but tonight ends up going in a very different direction.

Perhaps the strongest debut in the fandom. Like the rookie player that trots on and has all the commentators going, "wait, how old's this fucking kid?" Genuinely had me rocking back and forth the first time I read it, it's that motherfucking good.

"and so we rebuild" by raeldaza

Sometimes, a voice whispers: you will never atone for your mistakes. Tony believes that, believes it so strongly some days he drowns in it, but he still tries. Tries through Starfleet, tries through inventions, tries through missions. Then, one day, he meets his new Captain, and things change.

Steve's yearning in this is so palpable that it makes for its own story, not-so-subtly putting its footprints down in the background. This fic is THE happy meal; world-building = BLISS, characterisations = JOY, pining = ECSTACY, resolution = DELICIOUS. It even has a cherry (nudge nudge spoiler spoiler) on top.

"Like How Your Heart Works" by ishipallthings and zappedbysnow (@ishipallthings, @snowzapped)

“I don’t mind waiting for my first kiss. I just hope that when it happens, it’ll be important. And I want it to be with someone who really wants my first kiss too.” (Or: the one where Tony is pining, Steve takes the long way around to realizing he’s in love, and there’s clothes sharing.)

What's better than mutual pining? AVAC mutual pining! Duh. This one's toothwrenchingly diabetic and utterly sincere; it'll give you cavities. The gorgeous fanart is the loveliest bonus. Honestly melts my heart to look at. Listen. I know what I'm about, and this fic is EXACTLY what I'm about.

"Hating Steve Rogers" by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive)

The thing about hating Steve Rogers is that it shouldn’t be easy - but it really, really is.

Tonyyyyy girllll your crush is showing babie!!! Stop twirling your hair and kicking up your feet!!! We getttt it. You "hate" him sooooo much, omg you just wanna eat him right up!!! ...unironically brilliant Steve Rogers meta.

"The Ghosts of War" by scifigrl47 (@scifigrl47)

(For the Cap/Iron Man Big Bang 2014) Steven Rogers never wanted to be king, but he knows his duty, and he does it well. Lord Tony Stark, the king's appointed consort, does his duty as well, even though he'd enjoy his duty more if it actually involved sleeping with the king. As it doesn't, he's just resigned. The war that made Steve king and cost him nearly everything may be over, but a meeting of old enemies might stir up some ghosts none of them are prepared for.

OG yearning and misunderstandings fic. The big behemoth daddy long legs of getting your wires crossed. I will forever laugh n slap my leg at Steve's histrionics over T’Challa "wooing" Tony.

"Talking Bodies" by itsallAvengers

Coincidentally, the physical effects of romantic and sexual desire match up very closely with the physical effects of fear. But it's not a problem-- it's not like anyone is going to be able to hear the way your heart speeds up, or see the minute dilation of your pupils, are they? They'd have to be some sort of Superhuman to do that. And what's worse than a Superhuman hearing that quick pulse and seeing those dilated eyes and concluding that you're in love with them? A Superhuman hearing that quick pulse and seeing those dilated eyes and thinking you're terrified of them.

The stakes could not be funnier and the yearning could not be heartier. The misunderstandings make the pining so much more fun to behold and the resolution is uber Hot! Love Steve's droopiness as the delicious backdrop to Tony's he's-so-sexy freakout.

And now we've arrived at the moment for that much-needed "I've been in love with you for YEARS!" / "Wait--what?!" / "Not that it matters...because we will only ever be friends..." / "NO! I love YOU." / "What??" / *cue passionate makeout* conversation. AKA: the end!

Go forth: SteveTony lovers, fuckers, ambassadors, champions, perverts, freaks, losers, dreamers, legends! Read, re-read, kudo, comment, spread legs and spread love.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Settling - Frenkie De Jong

Summary: Your relationship is taken to another step

Whenever you thought about future, you could see your two and half years boyfriend, Frenkie, in it. Already settled in with two dogs (Not counting Jagger), a nice not too big neither too small house in Barcelona.

Now, making this big step on your relationship where he just proposed you to move in with him two weeks ago,was everything to you, you were that happy that you screamed a big YES on his face, seconds later regretting it after he had flinched covering his ear

"Move in with me?" The strawberry made words spelled out on the plate chocolate covered made you gasp

"Are you serious?" You asked laughing to yourself as he nods pulling out a little key "OMG, YES!" Frenkie laughed but flinched at your high tone

"Shit, I'm so sorry"

"I'm deaf now" You had laughed throwing yourself at him

The big deal was this one, the house hunting and decorating it, giving it your guys touches and basically doing the moving in. Already having half of that done, seeing as Frenkie did knew your likings and bought the perfect house for the two-three of you, if you counted Jagger at the moment.

It had five rooms, three bathrooms, a library and work space for you and a big backyard for Frenkie to practice a bit and for you to have a lot of fun either in alone time or with family and friends. Also with a pool, for summer days.

You loved it. And so Frenkie did.

After doing the furniture shopping, you decided to put hands on work

Couches were already put in place, the bed was put in your bedroom still not armed, the mattress on the floor, you both had already decided the bed would be done tomorrow, the fridge, the TV, most of the tables and heavy stuffs were also in place, with a lot of boxes of yours and Frenkie's stuffs and also stuffs to decorate your house

Meanwhile Frenkie was standing in front of your new house, you were pulling the food that some neighbours already came in and gave you some pastries or food to welcome the both of you in the urbanization, inside your fridge

"You can't exactly eat all the chocolate cakes there are in our fridge right now" You had said laughing knowing his strict diet, you jogged the few steps down to meet him, Frenkie groaned a bit extending his arm out for you to nestle in his side.

He liked sweets but was also very aware his life style didn't allowed him to eat it as much as he would like to

"You'll eat it for me, right?" You laughed

"I'll get diabetes if I eat them in one go" Both of you laughed lightly

"I'll take care of you then" You smiled standing on your tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. You were happy, starting a new chapter of your relationship and your life with your person

"Thanks for the house" You blurted out

"You don't have to thank me" He laughed a bit "This is our life now" You blushed hugging him tighter "I want this, you want this too. This is just a step more"

"It's a shame tho" You said "This house is so pretty and once we've kids we'll have to move out"

Both of you had talked about a family and it was in your guys plan. Not now but in a few years, definitely.

"Who said that will happen? I bought this house with that amount of rooms for our kids, as much this feeling is amazing, the moving in with you, the furniture shopping and everything else... I'm not moving the fridge out of this house ever again" You laughed as Frenkie shook his head "Too much work to do" You ended up laughing together

You were left in silence for a good few seconds more before you heard Jagger bark, you laughed lightly and yawned

"C'mon love. Let's go and take a lil nap"

"Lil? You mean as in... We sleep in until tomorrow right? I don't have the energy to keep going" Frenkie laughed kissing your head

"Of course, that's exactly what I meant, love"

[anincompletelist]

Back to ask many things my love

- hello a/b/o au please tell me more

- anything morsel for type one Alex

- also boxer Alex not even a snippet but just fun lore!!!

BEAS! :D

ok ok omg so --

I have dropped some lore on the a/b/o au here, here, and here! it's book canon verse with a few minor plot changes and I'm excited to explore some tropes that I haven't worked with before and do a little bit of world building of my own along the way!

DIABETIC ALEX MY BELOVED! I talked about him here and here but here's the summary for the fic as of right now hehehe

The entire world has it on video, Alex stumbling forward, straight into Henry’s shoulder, knocking him back into the table and then crumbling to the ground, the cake falling on top of them. Everyone thinks Alex was drunk, or that he hates him, or that he’s immature or unfit for his title, but none of it’s the truth. Everyone’s acting like it’s the end of the world regardless.  And maybe, for Alex, it kind of is.

he's based on my own journey with type one and it's been both really intimidating and also unbelievably cathartic to get all of it down onto a page and read it back to myself. it is a passion project for sure, and I can't wait to share it and hopefully relate to anyone else that may have type one or another chronic illness, and/or educate others on what it can be like!

AND HMM LETS SEE BOXER ALEX LORE ....... it might be the filthiest thing I have ever written ksjdhkshd. y'all know I love to use smut as a plot device and an avenue for character' development and growth and therefore it will make up a good probably 80% of this fic ksjhdksjhd. it's half-canon, so henry is still a prince but alex is not famous in this one (not as the FSOTUS, anyway). I'll give you the first line to ruminate on hehehehe:

It’s past midnight and snowing in Brooklyn when Henry learns how to breathe again. 

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[send me an ask about my wips!]

[iwannabeyrhog]

I'm no doctor so take with a grain of salt, but I've heard that frequency of eating can influence the development of diabetes as much as what you're eating does. Constantly grazing (or constantly stuffing 😳) never gives your pancreas a break from trying to store all that excess sugar in your blood & something has to give eventually. Would you say that describes your diet already? If not you might have some work to do 😈

This came through just as I was thinking about how quickly I can/will become fully diabetic omg

I'm definitely more of a grazer than anything else lol also my preferred way of stuffing is getting rlly full, waiting about 20-30 minutes for it to go down a bit and also maybe smoke, then get more full, over and over until I've reached full stretch capacity

I could definitely eat more frequently though, especially earlier on in the day

[moosefrog]

What is a favorite fandom headcanon for you? You totally can answer for more than one fandom if you'd like.

One of mine is that hobbits are immune to mushroom poison especially but poison in general too.

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer within a certain amount of time or at all.*

Ooh I like that headcanon! I could see a frustrated political faction of dwarves trying to poison Bilbo and being like, wtf, nothing is working! Or Bilbo accidentally giving everyone food poisoning from a mushroom soup he made because he didn't realize the shrooms he used were poisonous. MHA - Eraserhead and Present Mic are an old married couple who adopt stray cats and kids. Love that one! Also, the fantasy AU outtro has a lot of fun headcanons but my fave is Kirishima being a dragon. Batfam - You already know I love the idea of Dick looking down on The Joker for not being a 'real clown' like a judgey circus brat. "Omg, do you even tumble?" I honestly don't know if Jason Todd being a Jane Austen fan is real or not I've seen it so often but I dig it. The Hobbit - Mirkwood elves pretty much eat keto because they don't trade with other nation so there's no way to get wheat/rice. Maybe they can grow sweet potatoes in clearings? They never struck me as very agricultural. Maybe they do a form of forest gardening? I don't know what they're fermenting to make wine, either, there's no way they're growing grapes so... berries? Elderberry wine IS pretty tasty. Anyhow, I'm sure that's why their all so slender. If Legolas wasn't running around all the time burning calories maybe he'd get pudgy eating wheat and sugar? Or is it canon that elves can't get fat? Or get diabetes?

I also like the ideas of Dwarves being into intimate piercings but other races don't really know about it. It makes that scene where the dwarves bathe in a fountain particularly eye-opening for the elves.

[cherienymphe]

Omg Cherie, I️ read that you have a sugar addiction and I’m here to tell you pleaseee try to get it under control. I️ got diagnosed as type 2 diabetic at 23 because of my sweet tooth >:( (and genetics but I️ did have Starbucks and Chick-fil-A like way too much) now I’m stuck with a life long disease smh.

Yeah it's like really bad for me and it doesn't help that diabetes runs in my family. In my defense though, it's only with coffee and tea where I consume so much sugar. Outside of that I'm generally not big on ice cream and other sweet stuff but I've been trying to kick it for almost a year now bc before oct 7, I was drinking hella sweet drinks from Starbucks almost every day. If I can stick to it for at least a month I know I'll be good but I can never make it that far 😔

[meloarto-me]

Holis, puedo hacer una solicitud de una S/O que se prueba ropa femenina y muy tierna a escondidas?(soy medio marimacha y me gusta usar ropa de varón, varios talles más que el mío, etc. Pero me gusta comprarme y probarme ropa bonita a escondidas)

Gracias(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) (si dije algo que te incómodo ignorame, no te culpó)

💖Slasher x s/o who secretly covenants. feminine and very cute clothes💖

(I really like this idea!)

(I also love to wear bigger men's clothes they are great!)

(I hope you like it! English is not my language! Sorry for the mistakes!)

Michael Myers

❤️ One day, you and your friends went shopping and saw super cute pink lingerie. You secretly bought it and stuffed it into the bottom of your bag. Completely forgetting to buy it. 

❤️ Two weeks later, when you were taking things out of your bag, you noticed it at the bottom. Actually, it was your lucky day and Michael wasn't home. (He went to murder . Again.)

❤️ Unable to resist, you drew the curtains and closed the doors and locked them, locking the doors in case anyone was watching. (It's not me 🥺👉👈)

❤️ Once in your super cute lingerie, you looked in the mirror satisfied with how nice it looked on you. You smiled at your reflection.

❤️ Come on, you didn't know that, the shadow behind the wardrobe looked perfect for your sweet ass.

❤️ Still unaware, you didn't see the huge shadow approaching you. 

❤️ You let out a scream as you felt huge cold hands on your warm bare hips.

"OMG! Michael! You outdid me!"

❤️ Receiving no response, you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his mask. But don't let you, he grabbed your smaller face with one big hand. And holds it firmly in place.

❤️ You don't understand what he means until you know what you're wearing.

❤️ Frightened, you try to pull back, but Michale holds your body rigidly to his.

❤️ He gently pushed you onto the bed, you fell and you jumped up on him gently from the fall. 

❤️ God, how he wanted to fuck you in that mattress right now. That underwear of yours took the demon out of him. The demon that wanted to touch you so badly it hurts.

❤️ Before you knew it, you were kissing him. He had a mask tucked up his nose and kissed you fervently.

❤️ You could feel his bulge on your stomach.

You unleashed the sex demon with this lingerie, now deal with it. You've got the whole night ahead of you, get ready. 😏😇

Jason Voorhees

💚 I'm sure it's a gift from friends for camp. A gift you didn't open and was waiting for you in the shadow of the cottage.

💚 Jason probably found it and brought it to you because he saw your name written on it .

💚 Tell him where you got it and that I forgot you got it. You open it in front of him and find a cute floral top.

💚 Jason will immediately love the design and soft fabric of the top. She'd love to see it on you, but she won't admit it.

💚 Suggest and he will be the happiest slasher on earth.

💚 I'm sure it will come out when you want to change your clothes. He'll leave and wait until you let him come back and see how beautiful you look. Jason stands at the door like a faithful dog.

💚 Once you let him in, he'll be fussing around you like a lost kitten. Let him touch the material on you and he will be in eighth heaven.

💚 He loved it as soon as he saw you. The whole of you in it looked so cute he felt like he might get diabetes.

💚 Don't be surprised if she brings you more cute stuff like this later.

Bo Sinclair

💙 Now you've got it, you went to town with Lester once and bought yourself a set of dress + lolita lingerie.

💙 She finally had a moment to try it on. It's not like it's been a month since the purchase. But in the end you could try it on calmly and in addition, so that no one would know you were doing it!

💙 Each of the Sinclair brothers were doing something and would be gone for the rest of the day. Thanks to this, you were sure that you and your cute outfit would be safe alone.

💙 Trying it on slowly and carefully as if it were made of flower petals. You were wearing it after all.

💙It suited you perfectly. Come on, you were wearing old clothes most of the time Because now you feel very feminine and cute. Like those dolls you got for your baby's birthday

💙 Too focused on falling gently on the bed.

Gently you laid down on the bed like those beautiful ladies in the paintings. I was like a piece of work. That only one person could touch. And it was Bo Sinclair.

💙 The same person was watching you from the door frame he was leaning on. With a mischievous smile on his lips. He waited for you to take it.

💙 Jak to się stało wydałaś z Siebie nie mały krzyk który na pewno był słyszalny w całym domu.

"Because! What are you doing here! You should be in the workshop! How..? How long have you been standing there?"

💙 You blushed and covered your face with your hands.

"As long as I had to, sugar. Lovely headdress by the way. Suits you. Now, I'll be back in five minutes and you're to lie on this bed naked. Unless you want me to rip off your clothes?"

💙 He left the room, licking his lips at the thought of the feast that was about to follow. The best part was that the treat was you!

[sinzkiller]

LET'S GO TO THE SHOPPING MALL! WITH BLEACH CHARACTERS pt2 + y/n

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"I swear I don't think this is a good idea to have you guys with us again" Rangiku says as she pointed at Mayuri, Ikkaku, Iba, Kira and Kenpachi. "Why not? I'm starting to like this shopping mall thing heh" Kenpachi says and leaving them behind with Yachiru sitting on his shoulder. "Hehehe.. I shall get myself a human to bring back— uh I mean I'm going to buy something with Nemu" with that, Mayuri dragged Nemu from there, leaving the Soul Reaper behind. "How about you y/n?" Yumichika asked. "Well I'm going to meet my old friend, see ya!" You said and walk away from the place excitedly because you're going to meet your best friend, Shinji.

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"Huu...sobs.. Ikkaku!!..sobs.." Iba cried as Renji patted his back. "It's ok, he will be fine" Kira said, tries his best to comfort him. "We...we lost one of our dear brother...sobs.. why..WHY MUST HE'S WITH THE GIRLS?? And then.. captain Komamura.." Iba cried out loud and now everyone looking at him. Actually Captain Komamura was with them earlier, but so many girls chasing after him because they thought the captain was a real dog.. "What breed you are, cutie??" "Omg I want to have you as my pet so bad!" "Kyaaaaa your fur is soooo soft!" End up the captain being dragged from his comrades to somewhere else.

"How about we have some fun...there?" Hisagi pointed at the nearest Karaoke place and the boys pushed Iba to enter the karaoke room. "Iba-san, because you are the most handsome and charming man among us today, you will sing the first song" Renji said and give the microphone to Iba. "T..thanks.. ALRIGHT BOYS, TODAY I'M GONNA SING...."

"Baka Mitai" ✨ * wipe fake tears dramatically*

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Jushiro, Shunsui and captain Yamamoto wear matching blue sweaters and matching pink tote bags. Clearly all of this is Jushiro's greatest idea, this man is so adorable how can we resist him omg. " I want you to try this!" Jushiro said as he give Yamamoto his favorite donut. "Ohhhh no no no, I won't let ya!" Shunsui hurriedly snatched the donut from Jushiro before he could give it to the old captain that standing between them. "Hmm? What's the matter Shunsui" Yamamoto asked in confusion. "This is the reason why Jushiro had bad toothach—mmmhhhd" before he could even finish his sentence, Jushiro covered his mouth and give the donut to Yamamoto. Once he took a bite, captain Yamamoto's eyes wide open and ask if he can have more of the donut. "You sly fox..." Shunsui says and facepalm, knowing what will happen afterwards.. "Let us enjoy our day, don't worry everything will be fine" Jushiro said confidently as captain Yamamoto dragging him to the nearest bakery.

"Instead of toothache, I guess the two of you will be having a great diabetes.."

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"Oi Yumichika...why do I need to follow you guys..?" Says Ikkaku with tons of shopping bags on his arm, following the girls and Yumichika from behind. "It was my idea, this way we can prevent the fight you most likely started" Yumichika answered and winked at him. "If anything bad happens, you will bark for us!" Rangiku added and patted Ikkaku's shiny head before she run away from him.

"....."

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"Ulquiorra, may I ask, where do you got that hilarious amount of face cream?" Aizen ask calmly and looked at the adorable Arrancar. "Human told me how important this cream for me to keep my skin clear and fair, so I buy it. After I bought one, they give me another one and then another one, they put the cream on my skin so I need to pay for all of it" Ulquiorra answered innocently, poor boy don't even know that he just got scammed since he also bought random automatic toothbrush from the store. Aizen only could smiles at him, but the smile immediately disappeared from his face after seeing you walking with Shinji. "Is that lady Y/n?" Ulquiorra asked. "Yes, seems like she's with Shinji.." Menacingly, Aizen approached the two of you while glaring at Shinji.

"Oh y/n? it's been a long time since we met!" Aizen greeted you with his charming smile and pull you into a hug. Shinji was not expecting to see that Soul Society criminal dude here in the living world, especially in a shopping mall. You were surprised to see Aizen, is this the proper time to be friendly after all the things he did.... "Aizen..! It's been a long time too haha" you said in awkward laugh and hug him back. When Aizen still a captain of 5th Division before he betrayed whole Soul Society, he had this silly little crush on you which is something he can't deny. "Excuseeeee me, peasant, that's not how you greet someone's girlfriend" Shinji pushed Aizen away and stood between the two of you. Damn everything going to be chaotic starting from now...

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*sniff, sniff *

"Yachiru, I smell a fight" a huge grin plastered on Kenpachi's face, knowing that he will have some real fun today. "I'll show you da wae Kenny!! Go to the left!" Yachiru says and excitedly pulls Kenpachi's hair. "Heh, let's go" With that Kenpachi starts to run without have any sense of direction, only relying on Yachiru's navigate skills. If you guys wonder where they are in the beginning, both of him and Yachiru is actually getting lost at Shopping mall and end up in the Parking lot.

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"Grrr.... Bark.. Bark!" Ikkaku gritted his teeth and bark, his index finger pointed at Shinji who's still fighting Aizen with his bare hands. "First of all I am not expecting you to play along with Rangiku, secondly..IS THAT MY PRECIOUS Y/N OVER THERE?" Yumichika shouted in most dramatic way while Rangiku, Isane and Nanao stare at Ulquiorra who is standing by your side in awe. "Aww ain't they cute together?" Rangiku says proudly and took a pictures of you guys with Nanao's camera.

Surprisingly, you and Ulquiorra get along pretty well after you taught him how to use the automatic toothbrush. "Aren't you going to help Aizen?" You asked the 4th Espada. "He seems enjoying the fight and I won't interrupt, unless Aizen sama calls for me, then I shall wipe out Shinji's existence" he answers with blank expression on his face.

"Uh oh, I thought we're not fighting anyone today" Gin says as he walks to your direction with Szayel and Tosen following him from behind. "Wow...what an.. awkward meeting" you thought. Szayel looked at you with huge creepy smile on his face, looks like he's going to do something unpleasant. Slowly, he's getting closer and closer...... Until Ikkaku hit Szayel on his head with his wooden sword. "What are you intend to do? You pink weirdly dressed anchovy?" Ikkaku to the rescue! He saved you this time... "What's wrong with you shiny head!" Szayel yelled and hissed in pain. Ikkaku handed his wooden sword to you and ready to beat Szayel with his own fist, because of the rules... "no Zanpakuto". Now that the boys and Kenpachi arrived, everything will be a great mess.

Remember that Shinji and Aizen were fighting with bare hands? Well not just two of them, now we have Ikkaku Vs Szayel, Ulquiorra with his automatic toothbrush Vs Kenpachi and Renji vs Tosen.

"I'm not joining you guys" Gin said and left them behind after patted Kira's shoulder, leaving Kira with mixed feeling. Right now Iba and Hisagi cheering for Renji like a highschool girls.

"Oh? You're approaching me? Instead of running away, you're coming right to me?" Aizen said with an amusing look on his face. "I can't beat the shit out of you without getting closer." Shinji cracked his knuckles and ready to punch him in the face but Aizen gracefully avoided it and winked at you. "Ewwww" Yachiru who's been clinging on your shoulder from behind, gave Aizen a thumbs down.

"Heh, you are no match for me weirdo, I have all the luck" Ikkaku says as he throw a punch at Szayel, before his fist could even landed on Szayel's handsome face, a loud thump being heard from behind. All of sudden, Szayel passed out and laying unconsciously on the floor. "What the fuc—" Ikkaku cursed out and see Yumichika holding a pan with a scary look on his face. "I thought we're all agree that we shouldn't fighting here omg" now that Yumichika is fully annoyed, he wish to hit everyone with his pan but clearly he can't do that alone. "Huaaa heheheheh..Nemu, drag my new specimen outta here" Mayuri says as he poke Szayel's head to make sure that he's really unconscious. "Holy shi— Kurotsuchi taicho, you startled me!" Thank God Yumichika didn't swing his pan and hit Mayuri's face. "Kurotsuchi taicho, what are you doing here?" Ikkaku asked. "Collecting my new specimen, duh?" Mayuri replied and walk away, uninterested with whatever happens around him.

Just like everyone else, Ulquiorra is fighting Kenpachi. He use his automatic toothbrush to hit him. Kenpachi for sure is having fun right now that his spiritual pressure starts to increase, ready to beat the shit out of the 4th Espada. "I'm not expecting you to use that silly thing, well it's fine then.." he growls, but something stopped him.. Kenpachi and Ulquiorra went silent for no reason and slowly turn their head around to look at Captain Unohana's direction and regret it.. well of course it was nothing but her beautiful smile. And yet both of them felt threatened by it and stood froze there with stoic face, not moving a single muscles.

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"Tosen, I know you are stronger than me, but I've figured out a good way to defeat you" confidently, Renji approach Tosen with a huge grin on his face. "Bring it on,young man" Tosen says and stood still on his spot.

"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!"

"!!!!!???" Tosen didn't expect that, but he believes in his instinct... So he let out a rock and Renji is scissors. "Tosen, I won, I chose paper and yours is rock". Iba, Kira and Hisagi looked at Renji with shocked looks while holding back their laughter. "Psst, Renji, I know that he is now our enemy but.. this is not nice thing to do you know..." Hisagi whispered to Renji. Tosen scoffed, of course he knew that Renji is lying to him. " I am blind, not stupid, Renji" with that Tosen walk away from that place, hoping that he's catching up with Gin. "I'm not interested in this fight, Aizen sama, I'm going back to Hueco Mundo" said him as he bowed at Aizen.

Aizen who still busy pulling Shinji's hair stopped and look at him. "I guess I should stop too, I don't want to waste my time here" with that Aizen let go of Shinji's hair and looking for you, but you are nowhere to be seen. "Hold up, where's Y/n?" Shinji asked, also looking for his beautiful best friend.

"No...more importantly.. WHERE'S THE GIRLS"

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"y/nn!!! Lady Yoruichi is so adorable isn't??" Soi Fon said as she patted Yoruichi's head. Yoruichi purr and nestled into your warmth hug, knowing that you love her cat form more than anything and proud of herself because she has stolen your attention from the boys. Few minutes ago, Soi Fon and her noticed that you looked a bit tense so she decided to change into her cat form and jump into your arms, having all your attention on her instead of the weirdos cavemen that fighting each other in the middle of the mall. You placed a few kisses on Yoruichi's forehead and tell her how cute she is.

"Y/n!!! Come back here please!!" Shinji and Aizen shouted from the entrance of the mall, calling your name repeatedly since they can't catch up with you. "Sorry boys, your girl is mine now" Yoruichi says and winked at them.

Rangiku carried sleepy Yachiru in her arm, ready to enter the Senkaimon with everyone else, including Mayuri that still talking to Captain Unohana and Nemu walking behind him, dragging Szayel's unconscious body.

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-The shopping mall now surrounded by the police.

-Aizen and the gang escaped to Hueco Mundo

-Shinji being rescued by Hiyori from the mall

-Renji, Iba, Hisagi and Kira escaped using their flash steps

-Kenpachi and Ikkaku fighting the cops using frying pan that Yumichika gave them💀

-Yumichika himself escaped with Renji and others

-No one knows what happened to captain Komamura and Szayel...

-Shunsui takes Jushiro to the dentist, again, but old man Yama still doing fine as ever even after ate huge amount of sweets with Jushiro 🔥 The three of them didn't even realize that their other comrades is fighting 💀

* Sad Shinji's noises *

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[v1trum]

Hello this a long shot call, am a citizen of Palestine. I am here to request for your support to help get my insulin, I was diagnosised with type 1 diabetes and due to current situation in Gaza I'm unable to get my insulin injection as a result I'm here begging for little financial support to help me purchase insulin for this week.My donation link is available on my pinned post

Edit i didnt know this was fake leave me be pls omg

[tiredsugarcube]

Hello this a long shot call, am a citizen of Palestine. I am here to request for your support to help get my insulin, I was diagnosised with type 1 diabetes and due to current situation in Gaza I'm unable to get my insulin injection as a result I'm here begging for little financial support to help me purchase insulin for this week.My donation link is available on my pinned post

I'm so sorry omg, unfortunately I don't have any monetary donations that I am able to offer. But I am more than willing to help through asking others as well.

To anyone reading this, if you are able to donate funds for insulin please go to this person's page, and if you don't have any money, share this to more people who have the capacity to do so. Please donate to other groups that are in active support to help the victims in Gaza, and again if you don't have a lot of funds, sharing to spread the word is another way to help others who are in need.