#requests with sources im familiar with^^;

[kin-connections]

hiiii!! is there anyway you can make an icon & moodboard for john watson from bbc sherlock? & both themed around bisexuality!!! thank you so much :D

hi there! here's the icons

and the moodboard is posted here

[lamemaster]

Made of Sugar

Request: Hi! Hope this finds you well, mind if i req for a Thranduil x reader where they're like telling legolas how they met, maybe they met during the war of the last alliance? anyways love ur work especially the angst but now i need some not angst? cus im actually going to cry lmao

Pairing: Thranduil x Wife Reader

Genre: Fluff

AN: This has been due a long time! I'm sorry for the delay but this writer suffers from smooth brain 98% of the time.

“Legolas Thranduilion!” Your voice rings out loud, breaking his thoughts. For once, he wishes his father's presence was there. “Have I not made it clear that you are not to go to the wine cellars?” You pinch your nose blinking furiously as was your habit when agitated. 

Legolas hasn’t known love stronger than the one he has felt for you, his eme. Your stories, your songs, the little stars you paint on the roof of his room– Legolas absorbs them with the wide-eyed devotion of a sunflower turning its face to the first rays of the sun.  

But all that love does not diminish the distress of your anger. You, the one who laughed most easily, whose smile could chase away any shadow, were now a storm cloud gathered over his head.

The familiar scent of cinnamon and woodsmoke that clung to you did little to soothe the storm brewing in your eyes. Legolas flinched – he knew the terrifying, steely glint that hardened your gaze when truly angered. It was a sight rarer than a dust storm in Greenwood, but all the more impactful when it came. 

 At barely 80 years old, facing your wrath felt far more daunting than any monstrous spider lurking in the Greenwood.

"You are too young," you said, your voice tight. "Just you wait until I tell Thranduil." You paced around the room, pinching the bridge of your nose, a telltale sign of your agitation. "Maybe he will listen and move the wine cellars away from the main palace."

Staring at the untouched cakes, Legolas yearned for nothing more than for this tension to pass. He longed to see your easy smile return.  The sight of untouched cakes, usually a source of joy, only emphasized the heavy weight of your displeasure. He longed for the days when your laughter filled the room, chasing away any shadow.

“Beloved queen of mine,” Thranduil sauntered in, his footsteps barely a whisper on the polished floor. The scent of pine needles and leather, a familiar trail, announced his presence even before he entered. “The cellar unfortunately cannot be moved.” Thranduil is already in the process of taking off his heavy robes while detangling his hair from the crown's tiny branches.

Legolas watched with a flicker of worry as your eyes narrowed in annoyance before you gave up to help his ada. "He went in there today," your gaze felt heavy on him even as you busied yourself helping Thranduil detangle the crown. "What if he drank your wine? That thing is disgusting and Legolas is too young. You must move the wine somewhere else." You placed the crown on the table.

Thranduil threw him an amused grin as your back remained turned to them as you instructed the staff to bring fresh snacks and tea. "What if I didn't get there in time…good thing Feren was kind enough to inform me."

"I am disappointed Legolas," Thranduil looked at him without an ounce of anger, and your glare at the king of Greenwood told him that this did not go unnoticed by you. "But I am sorry, my love," He looked up at you with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, "The cellars must remain untouched. I would never in a million ages, change the place of our first meeting."

Legolas' breath hitched in his throat. You frowned. And Thranduil snickered in delight.

"You cannot be serious!" You replied indignantly.

"You met in the wine cellars?!" Legolas asked at the same time.

"We did, ion," Thranduil adds before you can cover his lips with your palm. Thranduil throws his head back and lets out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the room. A weird sight to see you this flustered, this agitated.

"We did not!"

"We absolutely did!"

"Well, I was 120," you say, a blush creeping up your cheeks. "You were not  princeling."

The servants gawk at the term of endearment that slips past your lips. Some almost drop the trays of food as they put them in front of you. But both you and Thranduil are too taken by the task of bickering like decade-old elflings. "Oh yeah, I too was of age," Thranduil counters with a twinkle in his eye. "Almost of age. Only 4 years shy of it."

Thranduil straightens up, taking a playful bite into a fruit cake. "Four years too young, my love," you smirk, the topic of Legolas' transgression long forgotten. The steel of your rage softened into its original inky warmth.

"I acquiesce, my respected elder," Thranduil bows dramatically, sending another wave of laughter through the room. Legolas watched in amusement, a flicker of relief washing over him as the conversation shifted. Your voices rose in a playful argument.

Legolas, eyeing the untouched cakes, finally understood. Your gentle nature thrived beside his father, much like the sweetness of a cake is best appreciated with a pinch of salt.

[theodorenmyth]

*flys into your mail*

Heart mail delivery! I would like to request Enzo with a shy m! Reader who literally hate eye contact. For example, every time someone talks to Enzo tries to talk to reader he is always looking away or avoiding eye contact. But maybe a little twist where reader could like make eye contact towards the other Slytherin boys, but when it comes to Enzo he can’t look at his face and it makes Enzo slightly jealous and want answers.

-💌

Too Shy To Say

Pairings ; Lorenzo Berkshire x M!Reader

Summary ; Lorenzo notices you avoid eye contact with him, though you can look at others like Theo and Blaise. Curious and a bit jealous, he confronts you, and you admit you get nervous because you like him. Lorenzo reassures you and encourages you to look at him. When your eyes finally meet, the tension fades, leaving a quiet understanding between you two.

A/N ; IM BAAACKKKKK 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️ WHO MISSED ME???? anyways.. ENJOY MY LOVES!

Warnings ; None

Word count ; 1.1K

Lorenzo Berkshire was used to attention. It came naturally, like the breeze flowing through the dungeons of Hogwarts. His charm was undeniable, his smile a constant source of flustered stares and half-hidden blushes. But for you? Things were a little different.

You’d never been particularly fond of eye contact. It wasn’t shyness as much as it was discomfort — eyes always held too much, revealed too much. So, naturally, you avoided it. When people spoke to you, your gaze drifted elsewhere: over their shoulders, to the floor, or anywhere but their eyes. It wasn’t a problem, not really, because everyone had come to expect it from you.

Except with Lorenzo, it was…different.

You didn’t just avoid his eyes — you couldn’t even look at him. Not even for a second. Every time his deep brown gaze turned to you, a wave of heat washed over you, leaving you frozen, fumbling, and searching for any safe spot to rest your gaze that wasn’t his face.

And Lorenzo? He noticed. How could he not?

It wasn’t unusual for you to talk to Theodore Nott, making light eye contact when necessary, or even Blaise Zabini, though fleeting. But the moment it came to Lorenzo, your eyes would flicker elsewhere like you were avoiding him for some unspeakable reason. At first, he brushed it off, but now? Now it was starting to gnaw at him, his curiosity turning into something like jealousy.

Today, Lorenzo was determined to get some answers.

You were sitting by the lake, your gaze focused on the water as it rippled in the sunlight. Your hands fidgeted with the edge of your robe, a familiar habit you resorted to when you were feeling uneasy.

Lorenzo approached, his footsteps light but purposeful. “Hey,” he greeted, the warmth in his voice causing your heart to stutter.

“Hey,” you mumbled back, keeping your gaze trained on the lake, watching the tiny waves lap against the shore. His presence was close — too close — but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

He sat down beside you, a comfortable distance apart, but the silence that stretched between you was heavy. It wasn’t like your usual silences, where you both existed in a bubble of mutual understanding. No, this one was…tense.

“So,” Lorenzo started after a long moment, his voice casual but tinged with something deeper, “why won’t you look at me?”

You stiffened, fingers halting their restless movements. Your heart jumped into your throat, pulse quickening as his question lingered in the air. You could feel his eyes on you, burning with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, still refusing to meet his gaze. You stared harder at the lake, as if willing it to swallow you whole.

Lorenzo let out a soft huff, not buying it for a second. “Come on, don’t play dumb. I’ve noticed it, you know? You can look at Theo, Blaise, even bloody Draco when he’s being a prat. But me?” He leaned in slightly, his voice lower, closer. “You won’t even glance my way.”

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening as panic began to creep in. “It’s not… I just don’t like making eye contact,” you said lamely, knowing full well that it wasn’t the whole truth.

Lorenzo let out a low chuckle, though it lacked humor. “Yeah? Then why can you look at everyone else?”

Your heart pounded, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You were trapped, caught in a web of your own creation. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to look at Lorenzo — quite the opposite. He was…well, Lorenzo. Charming, effortlessly handsome, and always exuding that calm, confident aura that drew people in. And you? You felt like a tangled mess whenever he was around, too self-conscious, too aware of everything. Especially of how much you liked him.

“I—It’s complicated,” you mumbled, still refusing to turn your head in his direction. The lake had become your lifeline, a visual anchor in this awkward, nerve-wracking conversation.

Lorenzo shifted, and you felt the space between you decrease ever so slightly. His knee brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “Complicated?” he echoed, his voice softening, but there was an edge of vulnerability in it. “What’s so complicated about looking at me?”

You clenched your fists in your lap, debating whether to finally admit the truth or keep dodging. But the way his voice softened made your defenses falter. “I… I just get nervous,” you finally confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “When it’s you, I mean.”

He didn’t say anything right away, and the silence that followed felt suffocating. You risked a glance — a quick, fleeting one — and saw that his expression had shifted, from curiosity to something more tender, more understanding.

“Nervous?” he asked, his tone no longer teasing. “Why?”

You swallowed again, feeling exposed, vulnerable in a way you hadn’t expected. “I—I don’t know, Lorenzo. You’re just…different. It’s hard to explain.”

There was a long pause, and then Lorenzo sighed, though it wasn’t out of frustration. It was more like he was finally understanding something that had been puzzling him for a while. “You like me, don’t you?”

Your breath hitched, and your entire body tensed at his words. It wasn’t a question — it was a statement. One that you had no idea how to respond to.

“I—” you started, but your voice failed you.

Lorenzo, however, didn’t wait for a verbal confirmation. He shifted even closer, his fingers brushing yours in a gesture so gentle it made your heart ache. “You know, you could’ve just told me,” he murmured, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I would’ve saved us both a lot of confusion.”

Your eyes were glued to your hands now, the space where your skin touched, your heart thundering in your chest. “I didn’t think… I didn’t know how to say it.”

Lorenzo hummed, his voice soothing in its warmth. “Well, now you don’t have to say anything,” he replied softly. “You just have to look at me.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you hesitated for a moment longer before finally lifting your gaze. The moment your eyes met his, the world seemed to slow down. His brown eyes, warm and sincere, locked onto yours, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t feel the urge to look away.

“There,” Lorenzo said, his voice low and almost teasing, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You felt your lips twitch into a small, embarrassed smile, and for the first time, you didn’t need the lake to distract you. Because looking at Lorenzo? It felt right.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice soft but filled with something more—relief, maybe even hope. “It wasn’t so hard after all.”

[killergee]

I hope you are familiar with How to train your dragon (race to the edge etc.).

I love that show! I also love Astrid Hofferson! She's amazing!! Ahem!

A Hoshina Soshiro x Astrid Hofferson reader would be so cool and interesting!! Plus a temper mental partner and a calm partner is so interesting for Hoshina Soshiro!!

Reader is a captain a strong one too her custom weapon is a battle axe viking style. Very aggressive in the battlefield and very strict.

But with Hoshina Soshiro she's as gentle as a flower.

IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG! School has been absolutely kicking my ass but I finally had time to work on this. Hehe, tyy for the request and I hope you enjoy :-)

Summary: After a long and hard battle, your division finds out that the Third Division Vice Captain is the only one who can tame their scary Captain.

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"What a waste of a beautiful night," you drawled out as you looked up at the night sky. Taking a deep breath, you tried to ignore the wails of kaijus, the blaring of gunfire, and the ache in your body as you got up from the rubble around you.

While the smaller kaijus were easy to eliminate, the main problem was the daikaiju that now stood in front of you.

Created by the dead bodies of kaijus morphing together, your soldiers were being compromised one by one. What it lacked for in size, it made up for it in speed and intelligence. Before your soldiers could even aim, their guns were being flung across the field, their chest carved open by its sharp claws.

You watched as it slowly stood to its full height. If you had to guess, it appeared to be weary of you. Choosing to analyze you from afar, it didn't indicate any signs of wanting to approach you.

Though that didn't stop it from flinging you like a ragdoll less than a second ago, you wanted to scoff. You pressed your hand to your com and ordered your soldiers to fall back. "Create a 700 meter parameter around the target. Do not engage unless ordered."

Brandishing your battle axe at the daikaiju, you prepared to engage in battle. "When I say fire, fire everything you've got at that bastard. Do not hesitate and do not back down." You instructed, never taking your eyes off the target. "I'll create an opening."

The nervous voice of your Vice-Captain cracked through the coms. "Captain, please, let's retreat and wait until the third division arrives for support. Don't sacrifice yourself for us."

"Sacrifice? Who do you think you're talking to?" You laughed, your mouth curling into a dangerous smirk. "This one's all mine. I'm going for the win!"

You rushed in, matching its speed and ferocity. Its claws met your axe at every swipe and jab. Unable to keep up with the fight, you looked like a blur to your soldiers. The only way they knew where you were was by the sound that reverberated from your axe hitting the tough skin of the kaiju.

Whenever there was a moment the kaiju faltered, bullets would rain down on it. Before it could fully recover and track the source of the gunfires, you'd press it once more. The constant attacks slowly chipped away its armour-like skin and you were ready to land the final blow the moment it got distracted.

This sort of attack was only made possible because of the coordination you instilled into your soldiers. Your base was known for being the most disciplined, organized, and efficient base in the country. The caliber needed to join your division was higher than all others, and you were infamously the most bold and strict captain in the entire defence force.

With your axe embedded in the kaiju's upper abdomen, you yelled out to your soldiers once more.

But instead of bullets, you were only met with the hesitant voice of your vice captain. "But, Captain, you're in the way-"

"NOW!" You growled.

"Yes, Captain!"

You couldn't dodge all the bullets, but neither could the kaiju trapped in its place. The chance of breaking its armour was too good to miss—even if it meant you were caught in the crossfire. Weakened and disoriented, it couldn't stop your next swing that sliced it in half. It's core, now unguarded, stood no chance to your mighty axe.

With blood rushing to your head, you desperately took deep and heavy breaths. The cold air that stung your skin contrasted the searing heat of your suit, but all you could feel was the familiar satistifaction of victory settle into your bones. You didn't need to turn your head to know the kaiju laid dead below you. No, the cheers of your soldiers told you as much.

As they rushed to crowd around you, their joy was short-lived as your sharp glare stopped them in their tracks. Shivers crept up their spines, and they straightened their backs, saluting their terrifying Captain.

"Defying orders, hesitating, reacting slow to commands, where do I even begin," you began gruffly, disappointment—and what they think is irritation—dripping from your voice.

Sighing, you were about to continue until a voice interrupted you.

"Hey there, gorgeous, how 'bout you come let me check your wounds first before you go and reprimand your soldiers."

"Soshiro."

Huh? What was that soft sound? Did that come from the Captain? There's no way the Captain can sound that soft. Surely, they were just exhausted from the battle and were hallucinating.

"Come now," the Vice Captain of the third division said in a coaxing manner, "don't make me carry you."

A small chuckle left your mouth, and now their jaws were definitely on the floor. They don't think they've ever even seen you smile, let alone chuckle so fondly.

"Alright... I'll save the lecture for tomorrow." You say with the shake of your head, giving him a tired smile. A smile that dissappeared the moment you turned to address them. "However, know that next time, I will not tolerate any hesitation."

"Yes, Captain!" They saluted, feeling a bit relieved but also unnerved at how nice you were being.

"What your beloved captain meant to say was to have a lil' more faith in her, will ya? Trust in her orders and decisions." Hoshina said with a laugh as he placed your arm over his shoulder and helped you walk towards the medics.

Their eyes were definitely bulging out too, more so that you were being so docile.

You were the very definition of strong. The way you fought, the way you held yourself, hell, even the way walked. They revered you but also couldn't help but be scared of you.

Snapping out of their shock, they tried to turn to their vice captain for answers, but he only looked away, feigning ignorance.

They just had to get to the bottom of this. Even if it meant they'll be spending the rest of their lives running laps.

Sneaking towards the medics, they nearly toppled over each other at the scene before them.

Despite how your wounds must sting, you looked like puddy in his hands while he was cleaning them. Seated infront of him, you were leaning your face into his palm that cupped your cheek, your hand over his.

The hands that were once gripping your axe so strongly were now so softly reaching up to caress the face of the third division vice captain.

"Soshiro," Your voice was even softer,  "I'm alright, please don't look at me like that."

They could see his shoulders shake, even from this distance. "You scared me out there," he replied, dropping the swabs and placing his hands on either side of you.

"I'm sorry, dear," you whispered, softly brushing away the hair that covered his eyes. "You know I'll always fight my hardest to come back to you." Bringing his head to rest on your shoulder, you softly ran your fingers through his hair.

"You could've waited a couple of minutes for me, you know?" He said in an almost teasing manner, his shoulders finally slumping, his arms wrapping around you securely.

You laughed as you could feel his pout on your shoulder. "But where's the fun in that?"

"Awww, they're so cuteeee. Wait, guys- stop pushing, AHH-"

...

"Oh no."

Piled on top of each other and out in the open, they all winced in anticipation of what their captain would do to them. At the sound of laughter, they snapped their heads up to see the Vice Captain shaking and their Captain blushing immensely.

"You're all dead-" you flushed as you quickly tried to detangle yourself from Hoshina.

Feeling not even a smidge embarrassed, Hoshina only teased you, unbothered by your attempts to create distance. "Awwww, c'mon, darling. They're just having a bit of fun."

He turned to face the rag tag bunch with a smile. "Don't worry, I'll make sure the big scary Captain doesn't do anything to ya. So go get yourselves patched up and head home, yeah?"

Despite his reassuring words, they only looked towards their Captain for orders.  Staring at you with pleading eyes, you let out a tired sigh and nod your head.

Smiling wide, they were so close to crying tears of joy. Oh, for their Captain to be like this forever....

Looking at each other, they knew what they had to do.

"Vice Captain Hoshina please transfer to our division!"

[its-avalon-08]

Can you write one about Nico Hülkenberg in which he has a secret girlfriend and one day she's in the paddock and everyone is like: Bro, who is she??!!! and he's like "That's my wife!!" (please, read in John Mulaney's voice)

my proudest accomplishment (nh27)

nico hulkenberg was a master of compartmentalization. on the track, he was a steely-eyed racer, a whirlwind of focus and precision. but off it, with y/n by his side, he was a different person entirely. laughter lines crinkled around his eyes as he teased her, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper when sharing an inside joke.

keeping their relationship a secret wasn't easy. y/n, fiercely independent, refused to be just another arm candy on the f1 circuit. nico, ever the private soul, valued his focus. so, stolen glances across crowded paddocks and late-night video calls became their norm.

one scorching bahrain grand prix weekend, nico was in the zone. he'd qualified a surprising p3, and the team buzzed with nervous anticipation. as nico entered the motorhome, his eyes scanned the room, searching for his usual source of calm – y/n. but she was nowhere to be seen.

a knot of worry tightened in his stomach. they'd agreed she wouldn't come to the paddock often, the attention overwhelming for her introverted nature. just then, a flash of movement by the window caught his eye. y/n, her back pressed against the glass, fiddled with a camera, her face flushed a light pink.

nico's heart melted. he crossed the room silently, the thump of the music the only sound. y/n jumped, the camera nearly slipping from her grasp.

"nico!" she squeaked, a relieved smile blooming on her face.

he cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray strand of hair. "hey there, sunshine. what are you doing hiding?"

y/n mumbled something about not wanting to be in the way. nico scooped her into a hug, the familiar scent of her vanilla perfume grounding him.

"you're never in the way," he murmured, his voice low and warm.

suddenly, the door swung open, revealing his grinning teammate, kevin magnussen .

"hulkenberg! ready to lose again?" kevin teased, his eyes widening as they fell on y/n. "whoa, who's this stunner?"

y/n shrank back, her cheeks burning even brighter. nico felt a surge of protectiveness. he took y/n's hand, his grip firm yet gentle.

"this," he declared, a hint of pride in his voice, "is my beautiful wife, y/n."

the playful smirk vanished from kevin's face, replaced by genuine surprise. "wife? you never said..."

nico leaned in and kissed y/n softly, the gesture both intimate and public. when he pulled back, a triumphant glint shone in his eyes.

"we like to keep things private," he said, his voice laced with a playful challenge.

y/n, still flustered but undeniably happy, hid a smile behind her hand. the weight of everyone's attention was a little suffocating, but seeing the pride in nico's eyes, the way he held himself a little taller with her by his side, made it all worth it. maybe, just maybe, a little public declaration wouldn't hurt. after all, having nico by her side, as her husband, was a victory lap she wouldn't trade for anything.

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[lumitoiile]

tartaglia : [snow day.]

☆ — requested! contains: established relationship, fluff, gn! reader (no pronouns.) a day in the snow with your boyfriend. tartaglia has freckles.

there it goes again. 

you're out on a stroll with none other than your beloved boyfriend, ajax, walking hand in hand as you two enjoy this evenings frosty weather. thick layers of white crunch beneath your feet as you walk, the tip of your nose pink from the cold. you cant help but admire the way the flurry blankets over your surroundings, trees coated in a sheet of frost. its been snowing all day, and he thought it'd be nice to go out and bask in the chilliness together. he loves the snow, after all. 

but for some strange reason, his scarf just wont stay in place, no matter how tightly you secure it. you've redone it at least three times now—not like he cares enough to fix it himself—and its really starting to get on your nerves. 

you let out an annoyed sigh, reaching up to fasten it for him yet again. “idiot...you’re going to catch a cold if this keeps up.”

this steals a chuckle from his lips, though he dismisses your worry with a wave of his hand. “i would never catch a cold. i dont get sick,” he states confidently.

”well, dont jinx it,” you warn, re-looping the fabric and tying the scarf extra tightly this time around. snug enough to stay put, but not enough to a point where he'll find it uncomfortable. “there. all warm.” 

he smiles as he watches you bundle him up, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eye that you're all too familiar with. "oh, but my lips are still so, so unbearably cold in this jarring snezhnayan weather..." his palm finds its way to the small of your back, and he pulls you a little closer. "wont you be a doll and warm those up for me too?"

you roll your eyes at him, though its hard to deny the soft pink hue creeping its way onto your cheeks. you pull yourself out of his grasp, averting your gaze and staring off to the ground. "youre ridiculous...come on, lets keep moving. it's way too cold to deal with your shenanigans." 

he feigns a gasp, clutching at his chest dramatically. "you dare reject affection to the one you love? scandalous!" 

you let out an amused huff and continue to walk ahead of him, stuffing your hands in your pockets to protect them from the cold. he's such a dork sometimes...well, all the time, really. but thats one of the things you love about him. not that you'd ever tell him that directly to his face, however...he has a big enough of an ego as it—

bam.

a cold object crashes against your cranium and you gasp at the contact, rubbing the back of your head and swiveling around on your heel to search for the source. there stands ajax, looking anywhere but your eyes as he smiles and whistles to himself, hands behind his back. 

it was a snowball. he just hit you with a fucking snowball. 

"wow," you chuckle, voice poisonously sharp as you lean over to scoop a cluster of snow into your palms. "thats how we're gonna play it, huh?"

he's still faced away, smiling sweetly to himself and biting back a laugh. "i have no idea what youre talking abo—"

you fling a snowball of your own, cutting him off mid-sentence as the chilly lump collides into his chest. he gapes at you, disbelieving, and you smirk a little, chuckling at his now dampened sweater. 

though naturally, of course, this now means war. 

the both of you go on, hurling clumps of flurry at each other for archons know how long. its an all-out showdown between you two, dodging snowballs left and right as the snow crunches beneath your feet with each leap. that is, until you launch a snowball a little too hard and hit him smack dab in the face. he visibly staggers and you let out a yelp, rushing over to his side immediately. 

"shit," you pant, exhausted from your battle. "im so sorry. are you oka—"

he interrupts you by scraping the snow off of his skin, smearing it onto your face with a big smile. "perfectly fine," he beams. 

you gasp in surprise at the cold and swipe the snow off immediately, pressing your face between the fabric of your mittens and breathing warm air into your hands. "you're such a prick..."

he stares at you for a moment longer, the silence heavy before the both of you burst out into a fit of laughter. he plops down onto the snow, laying back and patting the spot beside him. "c'mere."

you suppose this means your earlier duel served no victor, but...thats alright. you'll get him next time. you take a seat beside him, smiling softly and resting your head on his chest. his heartbeat thumps quietly in his ribcage and you listen carefully, closing your eyes and breathing in sync with each beat. 

"look," he whispers, nudging you gently, and you open your eyes to see that a fresh flurry of snow has started to fall. he sticks out his tongue to catch a few flakes in his mouth and you laugh, giving him a small squeeze. you gaze at his face as he licks at the falling snow, at his piercing blue eyes, before your eyes trail down to his cheeks and...ah.

his freckles.

slowly, you reach up to cup his face in your palm, thumb brushing over his cheek as you trace patterns and connect his freckles together. his attention turns back to you and he smiles, leaning into the touch of your hand. "what exactly do you think you're doing?"

"constellations," you breathe, ghosting over each and every inch of his dotted face carefully. "im tracing constellations into your freckles. theyre like...stars..." 

he laughs, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles tenderly. butterflies. your face heats up at the contact, and your heart cant help but thump a little faster with the way he handles you so delicately. 

its cold here. so, so cold. and yet...he always somehow finds a way to make you feel warm. 

© lumitoiile. please do not copy, steal, or edit my work.

[calicoheartz]

kate martin smut!!! Reader is stressed about school so kate takes it off her mind 😉😉

only if you want ofc🩷🩷

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ; 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍

꣑୧ — summary | kate x fem!reader where you’re stressed about school but kate shows you how good it feels to relax !

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— warnings | nsfw under the cut , suggestive content , fingering , head , etc r!recieving

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a/n : im back from my little hiatus 😊 hope u guys enjoy this one , tysm for the requests & enjoy besties !

The library was almost empty, save for a few diligent students scattered across the tables. I was one of them, hunched over my laptop with a stack of textbooks surrounding me. Finals were approaching, and the pressure was unbearable. Every page I turned seemed to mock my inability to absorb the information.

“Hey, you okay?” a familiar voice broke through my haze of stress.

I looked up to see Kate Martin standing there, her eyes filled with concern. Kate had always been a source of comfort and strength for me. Her presence alone made the world feel a little less chaotic.

“Just trying to get through this mountain of work,” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I don’t think I can take much more.”

Kate’s expression softened, and she took the seat next to me. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. How about we take a break?”

I shook my head. “I can’t. I have too much to do.”

Kate placed a hand on my arm, her touch warm and reassuring. “You need to relax. Trust me, it’ll help you in the long run.”

I hesitated, then nodded, knowing deep down that she was right. “Okay, just for a little while.”

We left the library and walked to Kate’s dorm, the cool evening air helping to clear my mind. Once inside, Kate put on some soft music and dimmed the lights, creating a calming atmosphere.

“Sit down,” she instructed gently, guiding me to the edge of her bed. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched as she disappeared into the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a bottle of massage oil. My heart started to race, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness swirling inside me.

“Lie down on your stomach,” Kate said, her voice soothing.

I obeyed, feeling the tension in my body start to melt away as I settled onto the bed. Kate straddled my hips, her hands working the oil into my shoulders and back. Her touch was firm yet gentle, each stroke easing the knots of stress that had built up over the past weeks.

“Just relax,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss the back of my neck. “Let me take care of you.”

Her lips trailed down my spine, sending shivers through my entire body. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. Kate’s hands continued their magic, and I could feel the last remnants of tension slipping away.

Kate’s hands roamed lower, her fingers brushing the hem of my shirt. She lifted it slowly, her touch igniting a fire within me. I arched my back slightly, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“Is this okay?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.

“Yes,” I breathed, my body yearning for her touch.

Kate’s hands moved with purpose, sliding under my shirt and caressing my bare skin. She leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. “I want to make you feel good,” she whispered, her words sending a thrill through me.

She kissed her way down my back, her hands skillfully removing my shirt. I turned over, meeting her gaze. The look in her eyes was one of pure adoration and desire. She leaned in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.

Our clothes soon lay forgotten on the floor, and Kate’s hands and lips explored every inch of my body. Her touch was electrifying, each movement driving me closer to the edge.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her lips grazing my collarbone.

I reached up, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling her closer. “Kate, please,” I begged, needing her more than I had ever needed anything.

She moved between my legs, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony. The pleasure built slowly, each wave more intense than the last. Kate’s name fell from my lips in a desperate whisper as she brought me to the brink.

When I finally reached my climax, it was like a dam breaking. The release was overwhelming, washing away all the stress and worry that had plagued me. I lay there, breathless and content, as Kate held me close.

We lay entwined on her bed, the room filled with the scent of massage oil and the sound of our slowing breaths. Kate stroked my hair, her touch tender and loving.

“Feel better?” she asked softly.

“Much better,” I replied, a smile tugging at my lips. “Thank you, Kate. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She kissed my forehead. “You’ll never have to find out.”

I closed my eyes, feeling a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in weeks. Kate’s presence was a balm to my weary soul, and I knew that with her by my side, I could face anything.

As I drifted off to sleep in her arms, I felt a renewed sense of hope and strength. The stress of school was still there, but with Kate’s love and support, I knew I could conquer it.

a/n : yk I had to come back from my hiatus w some juicy smut !! tysm for reading :’)

[alexa-fika]

Hello! I am the anon who requested the winged!child! Dracule reader, I got so giddy when I saw your reply. And yes the red haired is fine.

Seriously your work is awesome ♡♡

Lost Birds ( Red Haired Pirates x gn!child!Dracule!Reader)

A/N: Guys Finally! After watching the screen for hours it finally hit me and I think I COOKED, also thank you anon l, you’re gonna make me blush. -Yall I fell asleep while writing that this was meant to be posted yesterday 💀

Dividers by @saradika

Yassop sat at the crow’s nest, watching over the ship as usual and looking for any danger to the Red Force; his attention diverted to bustle below him, his crew involved in their usual antics despite the dangers awaiting them upon their arrival.

He glanced at his Captain talking to his first mate; when he first announced they were to head to Marineford, he was surprised, but he never hesitated; he knew what was at stake, how much lives could be lost if this was left alone

His thoughts were quickly interrupted as a sound came from above him; his head shooting up, he promptly took out his weapon and aimed it at an approaching figure, alerting the crew below him

His eyes narrowed as a sound started being heard the closer the figure got

“What is it, Yassop?” Beckman questions from the deck

Yassop stayed silent with his weapons still drawn, his eyes carefully analysing the figure in approaching them,

“We have company,” Yassop finally responded in a calm voice.

“There!” He said shooting towards the figure

“Ah!” Dokucha exclaims quickly, diving down to avoid the shot

“Hey! Mister, that’s rude!” they exclaim, landing on the deck of the ship only to shriek at the sound of a gun being cocked right behind them

Behind them stood Benn Beckman, pointing his weapon at them the rest of the officers not far behind

“Who are you?” He inquired, the usual cigarette resting on his lips, his eyebrows raising as Dokucha turned around, his weapon lowering slightly

“You’re just a kid…wait, you’re…”

“Dokucha?” Asks Shanks, walking closer to the small child kneeling down next to them

“Uncle Shanks? Uncle Shanks!” They laugh, throwing themselves at the man

Shanks laughed, wrapping his arms around the child, who was visibly smaller than him

"It's been a while since I've seen you" he smiled, brushing their hair

“You know them, Cap?” Question Yassop climbing down from his previous spot

“Did you drink too much yassop, or did you forget their face?” Pipes Beckman

Yassop Glances at the kid for a few seconds, taking notice of the wings, quickly realizing that not only were those the source of the noise that had alerted him before but that they were too familiar to him

He turns his head around in a flash as recognition washes in his features

“This is Hawkeyes kid?!”

“Papa?” The kid questions happily hearing their father's nickname

Beckmann sighs at this

“What are you doing here?”

“Umm, Papa went somewhere, and I wanted to fly for a bit; I flew too far and got lost.”

Shanks snickers at their words, standing up and ruffling their hair

“I think your father is heading to the same place we are headed, so you are in luck.”

“You’ll take me to Papa Uncle Shanks?”

“I’ll take you to him, but be warned,” he says to the child, smiling,” It’ll probably be a bit chaotic when we get there.”

“Okay!” they exclaim, their eyes glancing at the man behind him

“Hey! You were the one shooting me!” they accused, flying towards the sniper

Yasopp laughs, watching the child make a dash at them

“I wasn’t aiming at you, it was a warning shot,” the man replies nervously

“I ‘m sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Don’t be hard on the poor man, Dokucha; you did take all of us off guard,” laughed Shanks

“Hmph”

“Just don’t fly too far from our ship,” he says, still ruffling their hair

“I don’t want you getting lost again.”

“Okayyy, Uncle Shanks,”

“Is this really Hawkeye’s kid?” Mutters Hongo, looking at the child

“Im Papa’s kid!” The child cheers

Hongo smiles a bit, shaking his head at the sight

“I like your wings,” he tells the child

“Thank you!” They said, spinning around and flapping their wings

“Mmhm!”

“How do you sleep without smacking your wings everywhere?”

Hongo asks with an amused smile

They gasp offended

“I know how to use them! Let me smack you with them!” They said, shooting toward the doctor

“Still as lively as ever,” Shanks laughs, taking hold of them

“Let me at them, Uncle Shanks!”

“No need for that; Hongo’s one of us,” Shanks responds, putting the child down

“Hongo is our doctor, after all.”

They pout at him

Beckmann raises an eyebrow at the child

“Do you wanna cause a fight, little one?”

“They were insulting my flying!”

Beckmann sighs in amusement at the child

“He was just asking you about your wings.”

“Oh”

He smiles and ruffles the kid's hair,

“Just don’t smack the doctor.”

Okay I admit that ending could use some work but.. yeah thats it it needs more work 😂

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main pairing: unspeakable!slytherin!nick x tea shop owner! hufflepufflex-quidditch player!oc

A biting late autumn breeze felt as if it cut down to Nick’s bones as he hustled down the dark winding street. It had been a long work day, he had clocked in promptly at eight in the morning for his shift. Due to some mysterious circumstances that puzzled even his superiors, he had been forced to work overtime. The time was now nearing eleven at night, but he was walking at a brisk pace to get to the one thing he’d been craving all day: his favorite latte from a quaint little coffee shop he had visited a couple times since they opened. After a few more quick steps, he finally arrived in front of Teetering Teas & Apothecary; an unassuming little place that Nick firmly believed to be a small slice of heaven on earth.

As he pulled the shop door open, he was greeted by a warm golden glow of light and the heady smell of cinnamon, coffee grounds, and herbs. A rare soft smile painted his features as he stepped inside, a sigh of relief leaving his lips from making it to the shop before they closed.

“Hey, made it just before I locked the door to close,” an unfamiliar but warm and deep voice called out from the counter, “what can I get you?” the stranger asked.

Nick found himself frowning in confusion, where was the young girl who usually was working at this hour, he wondered to himself. But as he looked up at the sound of the voice, he was struck by the beautiful person in front of him. Short and curly hair, warm and tan skin, tall and strong with obvious muscles under the warm yellow sweater the man was wearing. He was gorgeous. He looked oddly familiar in a way, but Nick knew they had never met before.

“Hi, um, sorry im stopping in right before you close, work was a nightmare today,” Nick stuttered a bit, “where’s the girl who normally is here? I think her name is Quinn?”

“Quinn had to take tonight off, she’s not feeling well. Are you one of her regulars?” The taller man asked as he finished wiping down the counter with a damp cloth.

“Yeah,” Nick found himself chuckling lightly, “I guess you could say I am.”

“Well, what’s your usual? I’ll give it my best shot,” he said with a smile.

“I usually get a caramel macchiato,” Nick said, “are you new here?”

“No,” the man chuckled as he turned towards the coffee machines to begin making the drink requested, “I’m actually the owner of this place,” he said with a smile, hands working over the coffee machinery with an ease and skill showing he had plenty of experience.

Nick felt himself flush a bit in embarrassment at unknowingly asking the owner of one of his favorite shops if they were a new employee. He looked down at his loafers, dull and black like the rest of his work attire. He was a stark contrast from the bright and warm shop, full of color and life. There were plants all over, various herbs in different states of growth. There were cozy seating options, a few tables with comfy chairs on either side, and a few large booths along the left wall. Along the back wall was Nick’s favorite aspect of the shop, all the various homegrown and sustainably sourced potion ingredients.

“Hey, I remember you said work was a nightmare,” the kind owner remarked as he watched the espresso brew out into the small glass, “what do you do?”

Hearing this question, Nick had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. There it was, the question he dreaded most in life.

“I cant say, I work as an Unspeakable,” Nick explained, somewhat dryly. Usually, this brought on a gamut of questions, all of which Nick was clearly forbidden to answer. It was always irritating, not only because he was unable to answer, but also due to the sheer fact that even if he wanted to talk about his work, he cannot.

“Oh,” the shop owner responded, sounding thoughtful, “that must be a hard thing, not being able to talk about work and having to keep everything secret,” the owner sympathized as he poured Nick’s drink into a to-go cup before offering it to him.

“Yeah,” Nick responded, stunned by the owners thoughtfulness towards him, as he reached into his pocket under his work robes to pay.

“Oh, no, its on me tonight, no worries,” he says, placing the warm to-go cup into Nicks hand with a beaming smile.

“Are you sure? I’ve got it,” Nick questions, surprised by the generosity.

“Yeah, take it as a gift. All I ask is that you come back soon,” the owner smiled.

Nick found himself softly smiling again for the second time of the night, this time at the owner instead of the ground.

“Sure, I can do that. By the way, I never got your name?” Nick inquired softly.

“Thomas,” he says with a bright smile once again, brown eyes twinkling in the candescent light of the homey shop.

“I’m Nick, its really nice to meet you,” he responds, “hey, would you happen to be working again tomorrow sometime? I had some potion ingredient shopping to do, my list is at home but I wanted to ask some questions about some of your inventory, if that's alright?”

“I’ll be working from ten to two in the afternoon tomorrow, feel free to stop in any time, I’ll be glad to help,” Thomas cheerfully responds.

“Okay, I’ll see you then, have a good night,” Nick responds as he turns to head out.

“Have a good night! Be safe out there!” Thomas gleams with another infectious smile, giving a small wave.

As he stepped back out into the cold and unforgiving night, Nick found himself grinning to himself as he walked back to his apartment down the block. He took a small sips of his coffee as he walked, the warm and sweet drink seemingly warming him from the inside out even in the biting cold air. After a few minutes of walking, Nick arrived back at the large apartment which he, along with his two triplet brothers, called home. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the laughter of his two brothers coming from down the hall, along with the comforting smell of laundry that was doing itself magically down the hall.

Shutting the door behind himself, Nick took off his robe and hung it up next to Chris’s Auror robe. The two were a stark contrast from each other; warm, scarlet red next to the dull and sharp black that Nick wore. Walking down the hall past the laundry room, Nick entered his brothers bedroom, leaning up against the doorway as he watched his two brothers sit at Matt’s desk, playing a muggle video game. Nick quickly found himself laughing as he watched Chris step the wrong way in the game, causing their characters on the game to fall to their deaths.

“CHRIS SERIOUSLY” Matt bellowed, angrily slamming the controller down on the desk.

“IM SORRY I GOT CONFUSED” Chris hollered back, just then noticing Nick in the doorway.

“Hey, how was work?” Chris asked, causing Matt to turn and look at Nick too.

“Must've been a good day, look how smiley he looks, usually he looks ready to kill someone” Matt commented with a slight smirk, which caused Nick to roll his eyes and turn to walk up the stairs to his own bedroom.

“Goodnight guys,” Nick called as he reached his bedroom door.

“Goodnight!” his two brothers chorused back, as they quickly engrossed themselves back into their video game.

Nick sighed softly and contently to himself as he shut his bedroom door, moving to quickly get ready for bed. He quickly jumped in the shower before bed, his thoughts drifting a few times to the sweet shop owner he had met, and the prospect of talking to him again tomorrow. As he finished his shower, changed into pjs, and got into bed, Nick found himself almost giddy at the thought of what tomorrow might bring.

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[sleepyhutcherson]

watching you

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pairing: batman!mike schmidt x gn!reader

summary: after mike sees you with someone else he shows up at your window late at night for one thing.

word count: 1.7k words

tags: NSFW, 18+, rough sex, spit kink, possessive!mike, stalker!mike, (slut and pretty being used towards reader), doggy style, hair pulling, begging, dom!mike + sub!reader.

author’s note: this is sort of a more in detail version of my headcannons so :p also this is the end of my batman!mike series which was an intrusive thing i decided to do last minute when i should’ve been working on requests. im not good at writing smut but i wanted to end off the series with smth spicy :) this is my first time writing gn!reader smut so let me know if i got smth wrong so i can fix it!

Mike doesn’t know what came over him—the moment he laid eyes on you he felt a sense of warmth in his heart, a smile briefly curling on his lips…and then he saw them. Mike wasn’t familiar with the person that was pressed up against your side, their arm wrapped around your shoulder, closely whispering something into your ear causing you to laugh. He didn’t mind the sight of you laughing but the fact that they were making you laugh bothered him. He lets himself forget about the person for a brief second and solely focuses on the way you laughed, how your smile grew, your cheeks reddening slightly—you were so perfect to him.

He had to see you tonight.

You’re surprised when you see the silhouette of Batman at your window. You’ve grown used to his visits, knowing he only came by for one thing, and at this point you really didn’t mind—in fact, you found yourself waiting for his next visit so he could fuck you dumb. Albeit you were surprised to see him back so soon—he kept his visits limited, not coming by more than once a week. So when you see him at your window again tonight you’re more than surprised considering you last saw him only a night ago.

How was it that you two ended up in the situation? You're not sure exactly. Your first encounter with Mike was while you were working at the diner, that night some men decided to barge in, insisting for all the money at the register. You weren't at the register that night but you were working. Once he was done dealing with the men his eyes met yours, ignoring your boss' shouts for him to leave, taking an interest in you the moment he saw you. He left immediately but you couldn’t help but think about him just a little more than usual after that day, your mind going wild with such fantasies.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel his gloved hands on your hips, his chest pressing up against your back—you could feel how hard he was even under his suit. You gasp a little when he pushes his bulge against your ass, his hands travelling up to your waist. He leaned in a little, his lips brushing up against the back of your neck, his stubble scratching your soft skin.

“I missed you.” He whispers behind your ear, his hot breath sending shivers to your body. You missed him, too, but you weren’t going to admit that to him. You were surprised to hear him admit it to you. Maybe he was just saying it to get the mood right?

Before you know it he was picking you up and throwing you onto your bed. The lights in your bedroom were off, your bedroom almost pitch black, the moonlight being the only source of light pouring inside from the open balcony. From the end of your bed you watch him tower over you, his eyes focused on your body, merely admiring you from there despite still being clothed. It didn’t matter to him, you were so fucking perfect to him.

He begins to remove his suit, piece by piece, his eyes still glued onto you as he undresses. You pull off your shirt then baring your chest to him, his mouth opens slightly at the reveal, wanting to touch.

When he’s done you stare up at him with such hunger, every ounce of you wanting his hands on you now. He leans down to help you with your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear, scattering them on the floor. He could cum right now at the mere sight of you, he really could, but he holds himself not to. This is the part where he fucks you and yet he isn’t crawling on top of you, he isn’t turning you over just yet. You wait, though you’re growing impatient. You watch his hands move up to his mask, your brows pinching together at the motion.

“What…what are you doing?” You ask, your words stumbling a little. Was he really going to remove his mask? From the other times he’s dropped in to have casual sex with you he has not once removed his mask. At first you were a bit on edge about it, I mean, you were curious to know who was under that mask but he seemed intent on leaving it on and who were you to question the Batman, right?

As you feel a bit excited to finally see him, he flips you over onto your stomach before he removes his mask, denying you the chance to see him. You attempt to turn around, curiosity taking over you. “Don’t.” You hear him sternly command. You quickly oblige, returning to looking straight ahead of you. “Not yet.” He mummers softly.

Once his mask is discarded you feel his callous hands grab your waist and pull you upright so your ass is sticking up in the air, your face pressed up against the mattress. “Fuck,” you hear him groan, his hands running over your ass. “Look at you. So pretty for me.” He says through a soft, barely audible moan that surprises you.

You whine at his pretty words, wanting him inside of you. You feel that familiar throbbing between your legs, dripping at the thought of him shoving himself inside of you. “Please,” you beg pathetically, almost subconsciously.

He grins from behind you, gripping the soft skin of your ass in his hands. “Please what?” He asks. He needed to hear you beg for him, of course. After what he saw this morning, you and that person pressed up against each other, he needed the reassurance that you wanted him and only him.

“Please just—just fuck me.” You beg mercilessly.

Mike leans over you, running his lips just behind your ear, his body pressing up against yours. “You’re mine, you know,” he says, though it’s not necessarily a question, more of a statement. He kisses behind your ear before standing upright, his hands on your hips now.

Before you know it, he was shoving his cock inside of you, slowly, inch by inch. You moan in pleasure, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you, your knuckles turning white due to the tightness. You hear him groan from behind you as he adjusts himself inside of you, his fingers digging into your delicate flesh.

He holds onto your hips as he starts thrusting into you, bringing his cock in and out of your tight hole, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he says, breathlessly.

“H—have you?” You inquire, though you can barely speak, your legs nearly giving out as he continuously bucks into you, his cock burying itself deeper, hitting the right spot causing you to let out a moan that sounded like it came straight out of a porno.

He loves how you sound right now. He smiles with satisfaction knowing he was making you feel this way. Only he could. “Mmhm,” he manages to reply, his nails digging into you, crescent moons being left behind on your frail skin. “When I saw you with them—fuck, you don’t know how angry it made me.”

You’re confused for a moment—saw you with who? “What are you talking about?” You question. You then feel him pull out of your hole briefly before shoving himself back in harder making you shriek a little. His way of punishing you for such a ridiculous question.

“Don’t act stupid,” he snarls through gritted teeth. You whimper when his movement increases, fucking into you without remorse. “I was watching you.”

You weren’t at all surprised, you knew he kept an eye on you almost every day. He had admitted this to you himself, you didn’t really care either. You liked the idea that he was watching you throughout the day, you liked how his eyes felt on you.

“I'm sorry.” you pant, his hand moving behind your head as he promptly pushes your face into the mattress beneath you.

“‘Course you are,” he breathlessly whispers. He yanks you up by your hair, your arms helping your legs to steady you up on all fours now. “No one fucks you as good as me, huh?”

You shake your head, his fingers still laced in your hair, his other hand on your hip. He fucks into your harder when you don’t answer and honestly, it feels amazing. He smiles, noticing just how much you loved this—you were just perfect for him. He feels your walls clench around his cock, you were getting close.

“Look at me.” He demands. You hesitate for a moment, suddenly frozen, remembering he wasn’t wearing his mask—you would be seeing him for the first time. “Look at me!” He shouts, his hand that was tugging your hair moving down to your jaw, forcing you to turn around.

Your eyes looked up into his familiar brown eyes, finally taking him all in and fuck he was breathtaking. His dark curls stuck against his forehead, his face glistening in sweat, his eyes smeared with black eye shadow that was dripping down to his flushed cheeks—it was such a sight, especially as he was fucking into you. He smirked at your reaction, flashing you his white teeth that have dug into your skin so many times before. “Open,” he instructs, and immediately you comply, sticking your tongue out for him—honestly, with how hot he looked you would agree to any request.

He leans over, letting his saliva drip onto your tongue, your eyelashes batting up at him. God, you were gorgeous. So fucking perfect for him. He doesn’t even have to tell you to swallow it, right away you consume his spit. “Good slut.” He grins with approval.

His thrusts are sloppier now, he steadies himself, and you’re so desperately close to cumming. “I’m so close.” You whimper, still looking at him as he continues to fuck you from behind.

“Fuck, me too,” he huffs, slamming himself harder. His grips you hips, his cock twitching inside of you, his thrusts sloppier now. “Cum with me.” He groans, lolling his head back as he reaches his climax.

You let out a loud moan, your breath hitching as you cum, dripping all over your freshly washed bed sheets. Soon after he follows, releasing his load inside of you, and you whine at his warmth coating your walls. Your legs give out and you crash down against the mattress, whimpering from it all.

Fuck, he looked so hot with that eyeshadow.

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[robinsno1lesbian]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a fic for robin? im actually deprived of hurt/comfort fics for her so maybe reader and robin go to a party tgt and r gets picked on in an uncomfortable conversation? thank you so much lovely <3

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 & 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 ˖⋆࿐໋

-r.b. x reader

summary: robin comforts you after a homophobic incident at a party. (1.2k)

warnings: hurt/comfort, homophobia, maybe the slightest bit of internalized homophobia too, there’s one homophobic slur in this, lots of fluff & reassurance, let me know if i missed anything!!

a/n: thank you for your request anon!! i hope you like how this turned out! i’m not 100% if this is what you had in mind but it’s the first thing i thought of lmao. anyway thank you for requesting <3

the crimson red of the drink had soaked its way into the thin fabric of your top, leaving a deep mark behind.

you’re muttering curses underneath your breath as you inspect the damage that had been done in your reflection.

this was not how you imagined the evening to go when you’d pictured the graduation party. the party you’d been looking forward to for years. the party you dragged your girlfriend to, even though she despises parties.

now, with the liquid splashed all over you, you wonder if it would’ve been better for everyone involved if you had stayed at home and spent the night with robin instead.

you scoff, reaching over to grab a towel and clean yourself up a little.

mere minutes ago, things had been fine. they had been great. even robin had been having a good time. she’d been excited for you and had promised to come along and be there with you regardless of her feelings about these kind of parties.

you’d been dancing, sharing drinks and laughing. and then there’d been jason.

he’d picked on you before, had snarled slurs at you under his breath when passing by that earned him howling laughter from his friends. he’d never gone this far, though.

the two of you had been dancing together, far enough from each other to avoid suspicious glances -no matter how much you hated the pretending. it had been enough, however, to catch jason’s attention.

robin had caught him staring first, had stepped up the minute he approached you. she couldn’t stop him from emptying his drink over your shirt though, couldn’t undo his hiss of “piss off, dyke”.

you immediately felt tears burning in your eyes, his words like a dagger to your heart. the people around you had obviously heard his words. it’s not like there hadn’t been rumors about you before, but this was different. you’d been the center of everyone’s attention, humiliated by the soaked fabric of your stained shirt and the laughter that went through the crowd at the scene.

you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of crying in front of them, so you pushed through the room, away from him, away from robin calling your name.

and now you’re here.

you dry up the mess in silence, listening to the music that is still blasting through the house, its source being somewhere downstairs.

before you can dwell in the thoughts of the previous events any longer, the bathroom door is swung open with way too much force.

you look up immediately, meeting a familiar pair of eyes in the mirror.

robin.

"oh" robin says, returning your stare. "y/n”

"it's fine” you immediately tell her, looking back at your reflection. it comes out harsher than intended.

"it’s not fine" the taller girl closes the door behind her as she enters the room. "it’s not fine at all"

she shifts awkwardly, her gaze wandering from her own reflection, then back to yours.

"are you alright?" she whispers.

your eyes burn. you’re cold. the stain won’t fade. you’re not alright. and regardless of the fact that you don’t want to break in front of your girlfriend, your shoulders are trembling before you even know it.

“oh baby” immediately, robin is by your side and wraps her arms around your body from behind. “oh baby, baby, baby, baby”

she soothes you in that raspy voice you love so dearly.

“don’t cry” robin whispers. “or do. whatever you need. i’m right here with you okay? i’m here”

your body shakes with the force of your sobs, and not even her hands on your shoulders manage to soothe you yet.

“it’s not fair” you manage. “it’s not fair”

“i know” she murmurs against your temple. “i know it’s not baby”

you try to get your breathing back under control, your vision blurry from the tears you’ve cried.

“i just wanna love you” you tell her. “what’s wrong with that?”

“love” she coos, gently loosening her grip on you, if just to spin you around and cup your face. her own eyes seem glossed over. “there’s absolutely nothing wrong with this okay? nothing”

“it’s not that i feel like there is” you go on. “but people like jason- people like him- they-“

“there will always be people like jason and i hate that. i hate that there are people who wanna see you hurting for who you are. people who wanna see anyone hurting, really”

robin kisses your forehead once more.

“but it’ll be easier, okay? we’ll get out here and it’ll be easier and then, as we get older, it’ll get easier too”

“we’ll get out of here?” you croak and look up at her. your mascara has stained your cheeks by now and your eyes are swollen. robin still looks down at you as if you’re the most precious thing she has ever laid her eyes on.

“yeah” she promises. “yeah we’ll get out of here and- and we’ll go to rome. or to paris. anywhere! operation croissant, remember? we’ll go somewhere where nobody knows who we are. and then i can love you just a little bit louder”

you huff against her shoulder.

“see?” robin smiles proudly. “you’re smiling again. that’s good! that’s go- hey! no don’t stop now��

her index fingers poke your cheeks, trying to get you to smile again. „put it back“

„okay, okay“ you chuckle wetly.

robin’s expression softens and she brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “you’re so pretty you know?”

you blush and look down at your feet.

“don’t look away” robin hums, her voice endlessly soft as she’s holding your chin between her index and her thumb. “don’t look away. you are. you’re so pretty”

your cheeks are soft and rosy by now, her compliments evidently affecting you.

“i love you okay?” she says, slightly more urgent. “i love you. and I’m not gonna apologize to anyone for loving you. not to jason. not to anyone”

“you love me?” you repeat, voice shaky and weak.

“of course i do. so so much” robin assures, with all the conviction in the world.

“i love you too”

the two of you remain silent for a moment, letting the words linger between the two of you. in the end of the day, you realize, it could be the two of you against the rest of the world and it wouldn’t change a single thing. it wouldn’t change the sense of safety only her arms can offer you, it wouldn’t change the way your heart races whenever you get to kiss her. it wouldn’t change the way you love her.

„seriously though“ robin says after a minute. „do you feel better? a little bit?”

“hmh” you nod and wrap your arms back around hers. robin’s height had always been perfect, just tall enough for you to rest your head on her shoulder. like this, you can close your eyes and let her hold your weight.

“that’s good” you feel her putting her chin on top of your head. “that’s good baby”

“i think I just wanna go home”

“we can do that” robin rubs circles over your back. “we can do that baby. i just wanna make sure you’re okay”

“i will be” you lean back, chin against her chest. “i will be”

“okay” robin says. “i’ll take you home yeah? we’ll have our own party”

you hum against her.

you know, then, that everything is gonna be okay after all, that you’ll still have the graduation celebration you wanted.

[altercrafting]

welcome, players, to altercrafting ! A radqueer and para friendly alter pack request blog for strictly mcyt sources. This blog is run by three mods, Mod Scott 🫀📿 , Mod Packet 🐛💌 , and Mod Clownpierce🎪🃏. The three of them serve different sources, which will be listed below in their intros!

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Mod Scott : 🫀📿

Scott Smajor - he/hue/hell/rots/gores/guts

sources ill do rqs for : dsmp, ausmp¹, hermitcraft (especially s9 - 10), empires smp (especially s2), life series, witchcraft smp, team crafted, main channel yogscast + some yogscast duncan.

bold sources I'm most familiar with! sometimes, my memory is rusty, and I may get things wrong sometimes. :(

¹ I'm most familiar with my source when it comes to AUSMP.

i can also add on pk content if asked. Packs will take longer. But I am willing to do stuff such as: pk banners, pk colors, (simple) pk descs, (simple) pk display names, and proxies.

I'll also do (limted to blorbos) ; moodboards / outfit boards, pfp mask edits (taking a faceclaim and putting it on an overlay), simple rentry frame edit.

Extra stuff may or may not be completed. It's dependent on spoons. :]

blorbo list: philza, wilbur soot, technoblade, tubbo, schlatt, quackity, tommyinnit, scott smajor, tangotek, jimmy solidarity, skydoesminecraft, deadlox, xephos, lalnable, setosorcerer

Mod Packet : 🐛💌

HI!!! I'm mod packet :3 you may know me from @alterpack-drivethru !!! I work there too!!! We use it/its collectively, but most neos work too! I'm a busy busy bee, but I love making alter packs! I am most knowledgeable in:

DSMP

QSMP

Hermitcraft (+ life series)

YHS (I have a. Personal rewrite happening in our head)

30daySMP

Scu/slimecicle cenimatic universe

OSMP

Witchcraft smp

New Life SMP

Empires s1 & s2

SDMP

HIGHCRAFT (I LOGVE HIGHCRAFT)

Tangos Create Series

TEAM CRAFTED !!!

EPIC SMP

I generally do similar extra add-ons as Scott does, but i dont take request for them. I may do some with request, but generally its whenever we want to. There's no guarantee that it'll get done or won't take a large amount of time. No blorbo list, i am too eepy to think of them. Thank u for reading!

Mod Clownpierce : 🎪🃏

Hello, I’m mod Clownpierce. You may know me from @clownp1ercer or our other alter blogs! We use He/Jester collectively, or they/them works too. We love making alterpacks, but currently our main focus is lifesteal alterpacks! Our knowledge is in (♥️ favs, 🗡️ knowledge in but less likely to make packs from) :

♥️ Lifesteal SMP (all seasons), Outcasts SMP, Kaboodle SMP, Unstable Universe, 100 days series (Legundo, SB, NiftySmith, etc), Sam Gladiators YHS, Aphmau (PDH, MyStreet and Diaries)

🗡️ DSMP, QSMP, Life Series, Hermitcraft, EVO SMP, OSMP

No blorbo list just know im literally clownpierce irl :o)

[luvhughes43]

true love | luca fantilli

[luvhughes43 masterlist🌷]

request: An insta edit of Luca and reader spending the summer together with all their umich friends?

note: im gonna use this as a little side piece of the fic you are in love

ynuser

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ynuser starting summer off with my fav people😎💗

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bestie YOURE STUNINNGGG🤤❤️

luca.fantilli summers looking good😎☀️

bestie2 i think you should marry me actually

ynuser okayy🤭🤭

gwen having the time of my life with you💗💗

ynuser my fav roomie🫶 ily

user01 is he .. flirting?

user02 wait who's yn ?

user03 his best friend! i doubt hes flirting lol they're always like this

user04 LUCA OMG

user05 forget luca look at adam..

user06 ohh to be spending the summer with hot hockey players and your friends...

luca.fantilli

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luca.fantilli summer wrap up🔥

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ynuser u took a pic of me reading? 😭

luca.fantilli its for the aesthetics✨

jacob_truscott20 ok silly goose where's my aesthetic pics

edwards.73 🔥🔥🔥

ynuser a few familiar faces...

user07 SHE KNOWS

user08 knows what ?

user09 the pics are 50% hers lol he def has a crush on her

user10 yn is in these pictures a lot for somebody who's just a friend...

user11 every other picture is her... ohh hes so down bad

user12 THE ICE CREAM PIC???? ohhh i just fell to my knees... they'll 100% start dating by the end of the summer

user13 yn is gorgeous omfg i hope they date fr

user14 nope hes gonna date me!

user15 hes never going to choose you babe!

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umich.girl.blog rumour is that luca fantilli and yn ln are dating! ive gotten a few dms and all i can confirm right now is that they are close and theres definitely someee sort of fling going on.

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user16 okay.... he may have a gf! good for them

user17 i hope they're dating fr like the best friend -> lovers pipeline is crazy

user18 shes y/n in real life

user19 what are your sources? that he posts her a lot? because this is normal for him lmaoo theyre super close

user20 exactly! theyre in love!

user19 well no...

user21 the pic of them?? theyre soo😭😭

user22 drama accs are soo lame... like just enjoy the sport people!😒

a few years later...

luca.fantilli reposts

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ynuser you are in love🎶

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luca.fantilli took a few years but this is our song❤️

ynuser love you🫂💗

adamfantilli took u two long enough...

luca.fantilli frrrrr

gwen FINALLY!!!!!!

gwen been waiting since freshman year🙏

bestie my fav couple

ynuser 🫶🫶

user23 came to her acc because luca hasn't posted in awhile and i was curious and... im crying im so happy theyre finally together!

user24 cutiesss

user25 legit still remember all the theories that the two of u were dating back when we were still in school

ynuser some of them were crazyy😭😭

user26 my lifes been made

user27 ohh i love them so bad i really won!

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[paleprincessturtle]

dad!Harvey playing in the snow with his baby girl 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Im getting so soft for dad!harvey im sorry in advance bc im gonna tell you all of my ideas😋 - @lafantasiaworld

Thank you @lafantasiaworld for the request and please do keep 'em coming! I hope you enjoy this one!

Yes yes yes, I got carried away (again) writing this. But who could resist dad!Harvey?!?!?!

GOLDEN GLOW

"Sunny, still not feeling well?" Harvey caressed the cheek of his sleeping wife. Harvey decided to bring his family over to Aspen for a vacation after the new year. His wife opened her eyes, and Harvey sat down beside her on the bed. "I don't feel too good, but I feel a little better," his wife answered, tiresome lingered in her voice. "I'm sorry, I got sick on our vacation," she continued as Harvey shook his head. "Nothing is more important than for you to get better." Harvey leaned down and kissed the tip of his wife's nose. She giggled, and relief washed over him. At least she could giggle now. A familiar pitter-patter approached the room, about to disturb the silence Harvey and his wife were enjoying. "Daddy!!!" the high-pitched voice announced her arrival before anyone could see the source of the voice. Both Harvey and his wife laughed. Guilt heaved in her heart. They were supposed to go outside and play in the snow. "Daddy, you told me not to bother mommy; why are you bothering her?" the little girl said as she approached the large bed both her parents shared. She wiggled herself around and tried to get onto the bed. The little girl stood on the bed, holding Harvey's face in her tiny arms. "Daddy, answer," she demanded, all serious. His wife laughed at the antics her firstborn always threw. "Daddy was just checking up on me, my sweet girl." The little girl looked at his mom, then looked back at his father. "Do you really?" she questioned her father still. "Yes, my little dove." Harvey grinned as he answered. His daughter was very persistent, much like her father. "Come on!" Harvey hoisted his little girl as he stood up. "Let's let mommy rest so we can go out and play in the snow." His little girl squealed and wriggled out of Harvey's arms. "We really will?" Harvey's heart warmed at the sight of his daughter's eyes, gleaming with joy. "Go on and bundle up. Do you need help?" Harvey offered, as his daughter had already taken off running from the bedroom and heard a distant no.

"Daddy! Why are you taking so long?" Harvey laughed heartily as he heard the impatience of his daughter. Clarice Sophia Specter. A daughter who looked like an exact copy of her father. She acted exactly like her father, but with the eyes of her mother. She made a spectacle even before she was born. Arrived a week early when her mother was in the courtroom, defending a falsely accused man. The moment Harvey looked into the eyes of his newborn daughter, he swore that she would be the death of him. Harvey walked over to his daughter, who was tapping her tiny boots impatiently over the hardwood floor. "You are taking like forever and more, daddy," she pouted, reaching her hand up for Harvey to hold. Harvey took her tiny hand in his. "The shoelaces on my boots were tangled up, Soph." Harvey offered her an explanation as he looked down at his daughter. Sophia then proceeded to look at her father's boots and examine the boots for any further errors regarding the shoelaces. "Be careful, daddy. Don't get hurt," her little eyes wandered over Harvey's. Harvey kneeled over her daughter. "I won't. Don't worry about me, little dove. Thank you for checking up on me." Harvey kissed her daughter on her plump cheek, and she giggled. "You're welcome, but come on, daddy! Let's go play; come on, come on!"

"Sophia! Slow down!" Harvey called as she ran off and bolted out as soon as he opened the cabin's door. Harvey tried to catch up with his daughter. Harvey finally saw his daughter in the clearing of the forest near the cabin they rented. The snowflakes gently danced from the sky, creating a magical scene. Sophia twirled around, arms outstretched, trying to catch the delicate flakes on her tongue. Harvey's heart warmed at the sight of his daughter, so young and innocent. Upon realizing that her father was watching her, she called him, "Daddy, look!" Sophia twirled again, and she ran to Harvey, tongue out. She stood in front of Harvey, pointing at her tongue. Harvey laughed. "The snowflakes have already melted, sweetheart." Sophia pouted, "But didn't you see?" She asked, all excited. "Yes, Soph. I saw all the snowflakes you caught." She giggled upon hearing her father's answer.

Sophia, adorned in her colorful snowsuit, eagerly tugged on her father's hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Daddy daddy, let's make snow angels, and we take pictures and we show mommy!" Harvey couldn't resist his daughter's infectious enthusiasm. He chuckled warmly and agreed. "There, Soph, you go first while I take a video of you to send to mommy." Harvey pointed to a rather flat layer of snow. Sophia pouted as she looked up at Harvey. "Daddy, we do it together." Harvey was touched by her daughter's answer. "Come on then, I'll race you there!" Harvey ran off, earning a protest from the little Miss Specter. Harvey ran slower, letting her daughter win. "Me win, me win!" Sophia danced as Harvey pretended to be out of breath. "Wow, I should tell mommy that Sophia is now a big girl!" Harvey exclaimed as he tackled his daughter to the snow, making sure it wasn't a hard fall. Sophia giggled joyously as Harvey joined her in a fit of laughter. The two of them laid down on the snow as their laughter died down. "Daddy, why is mommy sick?" Harvey looked at his daughter as the pair of identical eyes of his wife stared back at him. "Remember we told you that you were going to be a big sister?" Sophia nodded. "Mommy got sick because carrying a baby is a hard job, Soph." Harvey could see his daughter's eyebrows knit together. "Mommy got sick because of the baby?" Harvey shook his head. "No, mommy was just tired because she has been a superhero for us. Carrying your baby brother, taking care of me and you, and she also has to work." Sophia nodded, satisfied by her father's answer. "I love you, my little dove," Harvey said as he kissed the top of his daughter's head. "No, daddy, I love you more than you love me." Harvey was about to argue when his daughter cut him off. "Now, watch, daddy. This is how you make snow angels." Sophia moved her hands and legs, showing her father how to make snow angels, as if her father were clueless on how to do so. Harvey smiled as he watched her daughter, heart full of love. 

As they strolled through the snow-covered streets, Harvey couldn't help but marvel at his daughter's unbridled happiness. Sophia, however, had a mischievous glint in her eye. She scooped up a handful of snow and playfully tossed it at her father, who pretended to be surprised.

"Daddy, let's build a snowman!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with creativity.

The duo set to work, packing and shaping the snow into a round base. With each pat and roll, Sophia and her father bonded over shared laughter and the simple joy of creating something together. Soon, their snowman stood proudly, adorned with a carrot nose, button eyes, and a colorful scarf Harvey had prepared.

As the day unfolded, Sophia and Harvey engaged in a spirited snowball fight. Laughter echoed through the air as they dodged and giggled, leaving behind a trail of footprints in the freshly fallen snow. Harvey couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment, cherishing the special moments spent with his daughter.

The sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the snowy landscape. Sophia and her father, rosy-cheeked and filled with happiness, headed back to the cabin. They kicked off their snowy boots, shedding layers of winter gear.

After Harvey cooked both his wife and daughter dinner and sent his wife back to bed, he walked out of the bedroom with Sophia in tow. "Will mommy be okay?" Worry was etched in his daughter's voice. "Don't worry, mommy is getting better," Harvey reassured Sophia, and she nodded. Hand in hand, they headed back downstairs. Harvey's heart heaved. He never had this much time with his daughter, and now the day is about to end. The next time he knew, Sophia would be 17, going against every single thing Harvey said.

Wrapped in blankets, Sophia nestled against her father, their hearts warmed not only by the crackling fire but also by the precious memories created in the magical snowfluff of that winter day. "I love you so much, Soph," Harvey whispered against Sophia's soft hair. "I know, daddy. I love you much more too," Sophia replied, also whispering.

And so, in the quiet embrace of each other, the father-daughter duo drifted into a dreamland, where snowflakes continued to dance and their laughter echoed in the winter night, creating a timeless tale of love and joy.

MASTERLIST

[radical-ghostface]

Missing Time Pt.2

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Here it is yall, the very unexpectedly highly requested soft part 2 to this request i got.

How do you think Sebastian would react after getting released/escaping Azkaban and finding out MC was pregnant when he got sent away?

Warings: none. It's pretty fluffy.

Obvious implied Sebastian x MC

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It had been roughly a little over 2 weeks since Sebastian decided to try to be a part of his daughter, MC, and Ominis' little life. But he still couldn't muster to walk up the steps and knock on the door. He was scared they wouldn't want him. That they would be frightened of him. That they wouldn't forgive him for what he'd done.

So he took every fleeting moment possible to talk to his daughter in secret. He knew he should teach her better than to talk to strangers, but he wasn't just some stranger or old family friend. Of course, she didn't know that just yet.

He found himself afraid to tell her, terrified that she would be disappointed this was the father she had been waiting for her whole life. He felt unworthy. That she deserved better than him, despite how desperately he wanted to be that father for her.

So, instead of telling her the truth, he decided to just be her friend. Have little chats with her, still under the guise of being a 'family friend', which wasn't exactly a lie. He just didn't tell her he was technically a part of said family.

He knew how wrong that seemed, but this was his daughter. He had the right to get to know her, and he wasn't ready to insert himself into their lives completely. Not just yet.

Today was different from the rest. Today, little Anne found him while he was sitting at the edge of a dock near their home. It was just far enough away, so he didn't seem suspicious.

"Hey! Im so glad i found you!" She grinned, running up to him

He chuckled "found me?"

"Yes! I've been looking for you all over!" She beamed excitedly."I have something for you"

"What? For me?" He smiled at her softly

"Yeah, it's just a little something I made," she said timidly. "I really hope you like it"

Sebastian watched as she pulled a little ring out of her pocket. She smiled at it fondly and held it out to him. He took it from her with gentle hands.

Upon inspection, he saw that it was beautifully handcrafted with vines and branches. They all swirled around each other so intricately, so perfectly. He was astounded by how well it was made. She was already so talented, and his heart absolutely swelled.

"You.. made this? For me?" Tears pricked and the corners of his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. Not wanting to have to explain why this was making him so emotional.

"Well, I was out exploring, and I saw some pretty green branches, and for some reason, it made me think of you." she smiled at him warmly, "and then I had this idea to -"

"Anne?! Anne, where are you?"

Sebastian heard a familiar panicked voice cut their conversation short.

He completely froze. Not daring to move and inch as a wave of fear washed over him

"Anne Sallow, where did you run off to?!"

His heart skipped a beat, and he finally turned to look at the source of the voice. Anne Sallow. She gave her his last name.

"There you are! How many times have I told you not to -"

They finally noticed his presence, turning towards him with an unsure look. It was as if they were deciding whether or not it was actually him.

"Sebastian..?"

Sebastian took a moment to gather himself. Going over the words he'd practiced a million times in his head. But none of those words came out. All that did was a simple

"Hello, Ominis."

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[god-has-entered-my-body]

ok so now that I’ve traumatised everyone I’m requesting 22 for mpind matty!!

I’m going to sleep let’s hope I don’t dream of ginger roots shaped like butt plugs because!! that would be horrible!! anyways mwah <3

-legend anon🩵

this is sooo old i hope u still wanna see it!! don't remind me of the figging thing im positively gagging and not in a good way. Anyways onto the actually blurb length blurb

22. "Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."

wc: like 1k?? not much, that's for sure

content warnings: not really smut but also kinda, use of the word juxtaposition (soz guys), marking, exhibitionism, sub!Matty, teasing, jealous girlie, typical MPIND Matty cockiness

You're overreacting, you know you are. It's not that serious.

But it is.

Matty stands there, surrounded by people, all of them listening to him telling a story, hands moving erratically to emphasize his words, pausing to let people laugh at his crude humour every few seconds, most of them too drunk to even realise what he was talking about.

That wouldn't be an issue, not normally. The girl next to him is the source of your feeling of unease, hanging onto his every word and getting a bit closer with every giggle, touching his arm while batting her eyelashes, looking up at him sweetly. Something inside of you stirs at the scene, and your legs carry you across the room in direction of Matty, not stopping to think for just a second.

Pushing your way through the circle of people surrounding him, muttering quiet excuses as you walk up to the center where he stood, wrapping an arm around his waist. Matty looks at you, and you take the opportunity to kiss him, right in front of everyone. The girl that was coming onto him visibly rolls her eyes, taking a small step back and turning her attention to her drink, downing it.

A smug smile spreads onto your face as he finishes up his story rather quickly, leaving out key details as you impatiently tug on his shirt, urging him to come with you. Excusing himself, he follows you keenly, knowing exactly what got you like this.

The sound of his back hitting the closed bathroom door is loud, the sounds of his slightly tipsy giggles only making you more aggressive, feeling him up as his hands settle on your waist.

"What do you think you're doing, letting her touch you like that?" you voice is harsh as your nails ghost over his neck, tracing down the hollow of his throat.

"Jealous, are we? Didnt take you for the possessive type." Matty's grin is teasing, and he purposely throws his head back, exposing more skin to you.

"Don't act coy, its pissing me off."

"I only have eyes for you, you know that." he puntucates his sentence with a hand on your chest, softly touching your tits over your top. His movements are measured, fluid, and driving you insane.

"She doesn't know that." you hiss, mouthing at the skin of his neck, nipping and biting it. Matty lets out a satisfied sigh, leaning into the familiar sensation. Your hands find his hair, tugging it back in that way you know he loves, a soft moan spilling from his lips.

"Show her who I belong to then, mark me yours." the way he speaks is low, challenging, almost mocking you for your reaction. You shoot him an annoyed look, his smirk only spurring you on. Your teeth graze over his throat, leaving deep purple hickeys all over his neck, no area remaining untouched.

His strained sounds as you get more and more aggressive make you smile, barely giving him time to breathe between hot kisses full of teeth and tongue, directly followed by those same lips back on his skin sucking dark marks into the skin.

The bright light of the bathroom perfectly illuminates your work, the contrast of the hickeys against his pale skin make your breathing get a bit more shallow than usual, a change that doesn't go unnoticed by Matty.

"Enjoying the view?" he sniggers, cocking his head at you. The expression on your face is one he knows and loves all too well. One of lust. Passion. Adoration.

"Cocky." you mumble, trailing your fingers over his collarbones, pressing down lightly, making him hiss in pain, a filthy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Wanna show me off then, have them all see what you did to me?"

"Don't act like that's only what I want," you pull at his almost fully unbuttoned shirt, toying with the loose buttons. "We both know how much you love belonging to me." Matty goes quiet, his rapid blinking telling you everything you need to know.

"Hm. I need you to answer me, love." you can practically see him light up at the use of the pet name you use sparsely, his eyes soft as he stares into yours, lips parted slightly.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" You taunt, letting your hands cup his face in a sweet manner, a delicious juxtaposition to the condescending way you're speaks to him. Matty takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. It's rare that Matty gets even the smallest bit shy, but fuck, do you relish in it when it happens.

"I want people to see me, see how you own me." he smiles down at you, his hands gripping tighter onto your waist, pressing your body flush against his. The soft rumble of his voice goes straight to your core, and you clear your throat, much to Matty's amusement.

"I'm yours." he adds, a delicate finger running over your bottom lip, smudging your stick lipgloss. His nails are chipped with purple nail polish, matching his belt perfectly. His fashion sense is one of the things you love about him, not matter how 'odd' or 'girly' other people find it.

"You're mine." you speak softly, the kiss following mirrors the tenderness between the two of you, your lips moving against each other with devotion, hungrily drinking in each others reactions as they came, echoing off the tacky blue tiles of the bathroom wall.

Matty is proud, grinning wildly as you exit the bathroom, his shirt completely unbuttoned, his jeans so low waisted in was bordering on obscene. The looks the two of you got were mixed.

Some people raked their eyes up and down his body, gaze flicking between you and him before it finally clicked, their head quickly turning away from your direction.

George sees you as well, groaning as he spots the obviously fresh hickeys from across the kitchen counter, clutching the liquor bottle in his left hand. Handing you a mystery drink, he says a few words into your ear.

"Do you have to do that here? I dont want to think about you and him getting it on." George visibly shudders at the thought, shaking is head as if to get the mental image out of it.

"Soz mate, but this is payback for having to listen to your relentless shagging on Halloween." A party Matty had thrown months back for Halloween had led to George hooking up with a girl from your form, the walls proven paper thin as everyone had heard everything. You cringe at the memory, the sight of a few hickeys paling in comparison the the torture you had to endure that night.

George rolls his eyes just in time for Matty to pull you away, wrapping a tattooed arm around your waist, playing with the mesh of your his top.

"Alright?" he asks, pressing an endearing kiss to the corner of your mouth, the smell of wine filling your senses. You nod, intertwining your fingers as the two of you wade through the crowd, and you spot the girl from earlier.

Your body moves faster than your head, and you grab Matty's lower back, turning him to face you. You can feel the girl's eyes on you as you kissing him messily, taking his lower lip between your teeth as he gasps into your mouth.

Her footsteps are aggressive as she walks away, muttering under her breath. You smile against Matty's lips, content with yourself. Finally, you let go of him, your hands lingering on his chest as you trace what you left behind, a hazy feeling clouding your mind.

"Got what you wanted?" his tone is provoking as brown eyes find yours, face flushing a gentle shade of pink. The music is muted as everything blurs around you, the only thing worthy of your attention being the person standing right in front of you.

"You know 'm not done yet." you lean in to him, bringing your lips up to his ear, your breath hot against his skin.

"Far from it, actually. I'm going to show you just how much you need me, no matter how convincing your little display of confidence might me, hm?" his breath hitches at your words, his eyes darting around the room at the dozens of people surrounding you, blissfully unaware of the filthy things you're painting his fantasies with, scenes playing out behind his eyes like a film.

"Meet me outside in five minutes. Say goodbye to your little friend for me, yeah?" with that, you leave him standing there, breathing unsteady and knees weak, threatening to buckle under him.

It doesn't take long before you have him shoved up against the hood of some random car, the darkness of the moonless night concealing you. Matty's moans are like music to your ears, your lips against his getting harsher as seconds pass, feeling for like hours.

"Please, take me home. I need you so badly, please darling, i'll be so, so good for you-" you cut him off his a finger pressed to his pretty pink lips. He wants you, he yearns for you. The way his back arches forward at even the slightest tells you everything you need to know.

Who are you to deny him?