#same visa versa

[heyclickadee]

Slightly unhinged Tech theories brought to you by:

1. How stupidly open Star Wars canon is.

2. An extremely stubborn form of optimism.

3. That red herrings only work if the real answer is more satisfying than the distraction, and the fact is that not only did we not get any answer AT ALL, but no one involved will actually straight up say it was a misdirect or what we were being misdirected from or even acknowledge there being any direction at all, meaning it was either the world’s most badly executed red herring, or it wasn’t a red herring at all/we just don’t have the actual answer yet.

4. The fact that Tech isn’t a real person, he’s an idea, meaning I don’t have to accept jack shit. Especially when canon has done so little to actually convince me he’s gone for good and it’s so markedly different than every other loss in the show.

[wendelin-utt]

Me: Can you get me a drink? Friend: What do you want? Me: Never mind.

Reason why I said Never mind: The drink I thought was empty that was right beside me wasn't, in fact, empty. Said friend remarked that what I replied was so anti choice that it was funny before I explained why.

[july-19th-club]

hm. the throughline in 'this is not for tears' after roman gets back from experiencing (mildly! as these things go) a hostage situation and everyone is, briefly, very hands-on and solicitous with him and then he's like 'hey do you guys think we can like. i was thinking . in the hostage situation. can we talk about stuff like normal human beings maybe from now on' and shiv and ken immediately start making fun of him in muppet voices

[trenchgardens-ooc-ooc-ooc-ooc]

sighs... social dynamics...

they live in my brain because my brain doesnt want to work on my finals which are due in looks at watch 15 hrs

[gxos]

watching phisnom play prey almost makes me want to replay it. Almost.

[ariestrxsh]

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⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, oral, fingering, degradation, slight praise, spitting, unprotected sex, mean!matt, roughdom!matt, brattamer!matt, friends to lovers (but without the fluff)

📝 author's note: 📝 this is the second part, and you can access the first part to this story here 💖 (i promise it's better if you read part one first)

✍️ Summary: ✍️ Matt, who is your worst enemy, but the brother of your two best friends, makes an interesting bet with you while you're using the water at their place since yours is out. Having lost the bet, Matt gets to have his way with you.

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hatef--k part two

He threw me onto his bed and menacingly hovered over me.

"You wanna act like a little brat? I'm gonna eat you like a little brat," he responded in a deep and gravelly voice. He ripped my towel off me completely and maintained eye contact with me as he lowered his lips onto my pussy. The feeling of his soft, wet, velvet tongue against my sensitive nerve endings felt magical, but I tried to keep my composure. I couldn't let him know I liked it.

"You're so disgusting. I don't even know why you'd wanna eat me. Aren't I too used up for you?" I asked him, trying to keep a look of dissatisfaction on my face. "No, I love a little used up whore," Matt responded.

He continued caressing my clit with his tongue, moving it in small circles, slurping up all the wetness. "God, you fucking suck at this," I lied through my teeth, trying to look unamused.

Just then, he amped it up a little. He started licking me faster while holding eye contact, and then he started gently suckling on the bud between my legs, and I couldn't help but moan his name while he did this.

"Yeah, I can tell how much you hate it," Matt sarcastically moaned against my pussy. "Fuck you, Matt," I said as more of a desparate whimper than a snide comment. "You're such a little fucking whore," he whispered in between licks. I involuntarily moved my hips in circles against his tongue out of neediness.

"You love it when I degrade you while I eat your pretty pussy, don't you?" I wanted to deny it, but the way Matt rolled his tongue across my clit shot an electric current through my body that caused me to grip his hair, pushing him further down onto my sensitive bundle of nerves while I moaned in approval, and I felt myself become even more wet. "That's what I thought," correctly assuming all that was a yes.

"You're so fucking disgusting. I love it," I whispered, losing my willpower to argue with him while I smiled down at him. He lifted his mouth from me and brought his face an inch away from mine while he started running his fingers over where his tongue was.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you? Talking shit to me, hoping I would punish you into submission. I can smell a brat from a mile away, and I can tell how bad you've always wanted it," he gruffly whispered while he played with my special button between my legs.

Maybe Matt was right. Maybe I had always wanted him, and maybe that deep longing turned into a hate along the way or visa versa. Maybe I spent so much of my time hating him that I became obsessed. And maybe he could always tell, but I was only just now coming to terms with how fucking bad I wanted it.

He grabbed me by my throat, and as I opened my mouth to let out a moan, he spit in my mouth. "You make me sick," I chimed in. "Yeah, if I make you so sick, why'd you swallow my spit? Plus, I'm sure you've put way grosser things in there," Matt taunted me, shoving two fingers into my mouth.

He slipped those same fingers inside of me and I automatically clenched around him as he fucked me with them. He leaned down and started teasing my nipple with his tongue.

"It would be so gross if you forced your cock down my throat and came in my mouth," I whimpered while I imagined how fun it would be to suck his dick. "Yeah, it would be absolutely filthy, wouldn't it?" Matt's smirk grew wider. "Yeah, I would absolutely hate it," I whined, and the look in his eyes let me know that he knew that whenever I said I would hate it, it was code for I would fucking love it.

"Get on your knees," Matt said, pulling me up by my hair and dragging me out of his bed. The way he was handling me was so rough, yet I couldn't get enough of it. He forced me onto my knees, still holding me by my hair and stood over me while he undid his pants with one hand.

"This is one way for me to get you to shut the fuck up. Wish I'd tried it sooner," he shoved his throbbing rod into my mouth and wasted no time bucking his hips, chasing his own pleasure, making me deep throat him. I gagged and drooled all over him while my eyes started to well up. "Yeah? You've got nothing to say now? What, cock got your tongue?" He chuckled at his own joke while he pumped away.

"It's like your pretty little whore mouth was made for me, huh?" He whimpered as he started to get closer. I felt him pulsate against my lips, but instead of just filling my mouth, he pulled it out halfway through and finished on my face too. "Oh, fuck," he moaned loudly as he squeezed out every last drop he had built up in him. "Ugh Matt, you're so gross!" I screeched with drool and Matt's bodily fluids dribbling down my chin. "That's so gross," was really just code for, "please, I cant get enough of it."

"Shut up bitch, you fucking love it. Plus you look so pretty covered in me," he whispered breathlessly reading between the lines of what I was saying. He still grabbed the towel I had used earlier and started wiping my face off for me, which I found endearing.

"C'mon, to your feet. I've gotta take care of my little slut now," he pushed my back up against the wall, spread open my legs and started fucking me. I hooked my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Despite how big he was, I was so turned on, there was no resistance when he slid it in. I couldn't pretend I hated it anymore. It was feeling too fucking good.

"Matt, please," I whispered. "Mmm, that's my dirty little girl. I've been waiting so long to tame you," Matt said while he mercilessly railed me, each thrust hitting deeper than the last while he fucked me against the wall. His words and his movements had me unraveling rather quickly.

"Oh, Matt, you're making me close," I breathlessly whined. I took in the delicious sound of my wetness, our moans, and skin slapping against skin that filled the air as I approached my orgasm.

"C'mon, you little slut. Be a naughty girl and make a mess all over my cock," Matt whimpered as he approached his own orgasm. Hearing the way Matt was speaking to me sent me over the edge. All my muscles tightened and spasmed around him while he pounded away. "Fuck, Matt. Fuck. Oh my fucking god, Matt," I yelped out as I finished on him. He kept going, coating his entire length in my milky fluids.

"Oh fuck," he moaned in response as he lifted me off of him. I leaned back against the wall to keep from falling over, and Matt rested his left hand on the wall above my shoulder to stabilize himself while he filled his other palm with a generous rope of his spunk.

"Wow, that's what made you cum? Me telling you to make a mess on my cock? Dirty little slut," Matt smiled at me as he caught his breath from his own orgasm, stroking the last few drops of cum into his hand. "No, it was just a coincidence," I lied. "Sure it was," He laughed at me. I smiled, biting my lip. He leaned in and kissed me one last time after wiping off his hand.

"C'mon kid, let's go get you cleaned up and finish that laundry of yours," he said, rustling my hair. "If you tell your brothers, I'll deny it to the grave, and then I'll come back and haunt you," I said. "Even if I did, they would never believe me," he laughed.

I still kind of hated him and still thought he was disgusting, but damn, I was already plotting what ways I could misbehave so that he'd fuck me like that again. Maybe all the unspoken anger between us was just unresolved sexual tension. Maybe all we needed to keep from killing each other was to fuck each other's brains out.

tags: @st9niolos @theyluvme-2315 @luvs4matt @mattsbrowser @ribread03

part three posted here

[exhaslo]

Need moreee hybrid bunny！reader x CEOMiguel hehehehehhehehe🐇love your story too muchhhhh❤️❤️

Haha, thank you, thank you!! Part 2s are always fun to write! I'll continue this were the original left off then, hehe

Also, sorry this was so late. I finally started my January requests!

Part 1

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, p in v, breeding kink, rough sex, creampie, public sex

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There was always that feeling of uncertainty. Under normal circumstances you would be overwhelmed with joy with becoming Miguel's wife, but you weren't normal. You weren't even fully human anymore. So, sometimes...you felt those cruel whispers get inside your head.

Miguel always showered you with love, reminding you of his feelings. You felt the same, but there was still that little voice in the back of your head. Telling you that none of this would have ever happened if you didn't go into heat in front of him.

It's been months since that day, but you still recall it as if it were yesterday. Miguel took you on some dates before proposing to you, had you move in to his luxurious penthouse, and he had all of the wedding details planned out.

You were his personal assistant at Alchemax, helping him with trying to cure the hybrids and saving them. Miguel was a walking green flag, but you still felt like you weren't good enough for him. The stares that you got from the other women.

Other people.

They all saw you as just another gold digger, one who could use their body to their advantage. It hurt, especially since you loved Miguel so much and visa versa.

"(Y/N), are you ready?" Miguel hummed in your ear as his hands snaked around your waist, "We don't want to be late, amor (love)." He planted soft kisses against your neck.

"Miguel, are you sure you want me to go? Won't your business partners find it...find you strange to have me as a wife?"

"Amor, if they have something to say about my beautiful wife, then they shouldn't be in business with me." Miguel said with a soft grunt, pulling you in for a kiss, "Shall I remind you of how perfect you are?"

"Mhm, but we're going to be late." You whimpered, holding onto his jacket. Miguel pressed you against the wall,

"So? I'm spending time with my wife," Miguel hummed as his hands started to raise your dress, "Besides, everyone loves news about an heir,"

You felt a shiver run up your spine towards Miguel's words. Unsure of what came over you, you nearly pounced on Miguel. Your kisses were deep as you moved to his hands against your core. The thought of him fucking a baby into you sent you into a frenzy.

"Easy, baby, I'll make sure to take my time." Miguel said with a soft chuckle as he removed your panties, "Gotta pound that baby in nice and slow,"

"Miggy," You moaned softly, grinding against his hand, "Gimme a baby, please? Please?"

"(Y/N), are you in heat?" Miguel questioned, his tone full of concerned as he started to pump his fingers inside your pussy.

"Ah~ N-no, but I want...mhm~ your baby in me!~" You cried out. Miguel smiled as he kissed you deeply,

"Then I shouldn't keep my wife waiting."

You mewled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around Miguel's neck. Your velvet walls clenched and tighten around Miguel's fingers as he curled against your sweet spot. With a slight tug against his hair, you cam against his hand.

Miguel praised you before sliding his cock inside. Your legs wrapped against his waist as Miguel held you up. His lower hand just brushing against your fuzzy hair, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

You moaned and rested your head against the wall as Miguel gave you slow and deep thrusts. His cock making itself at home inside of you as he hit all the right spots. You whimpered and gasped as Miguel kept playing with your tail, making you more sensitive than you already were.

"Gonna be so full for the gala, amor. How naught of my wife," Miguel chuckled as he started to fasten his pace, "But my precious little bunny wants a baby, how can I refuse?"

"MhM~ B-Baby! Inside!" You cried out, feeling your high approaching again. Miguel chuckled as he kissed your neck,

"Yes, baby, I'll give you one," Miguel inhaled your perfume as he grunted and moaned into your neck, "I'll tend to all your needs, (Y/N)"

"Miguel!"

You cried out as you cam hard against Miguel's dick. With another grunt, Miguel bottomed out and coated your walls white. He arms wrapped around you as the two of you took a moment to catch your breathe.

"Alright, let's get going," Miguel hummed.

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Your cheeks were flustered as you stood by Miguel's side during the gala. He was proudly introducing you as his wife to everyone who approached him. While it did make your heart flutter, you could see the disgusted looks they gave you.

You were a hybrid, so they just assumed shit. Feeling Miguel's hand brush against you tail, you shivered in delight. Your pussy clenched for a moment, still feeling his cum from earlier inside you. The thoughts of a baby reoccurring.

"Miguel, I could use some fresh air," You whispered. Miguel smiled towards you, his hand never leaving your back,

"Of course."

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Miguel had you bent over on the outside private patio, slapping himself ruthlessly into your wet cunt. Your moans were loud and sloppy as you tried to quiet down. Anyone could walk out at any moment and see Miguel fucking you like a mad man.

You gripped onto the railing, gasping and moaning as Miguel started to pinch your clit. You tighten against his shaft, cumming once more against him. Miguel could only chuckle at the white ring forming on his dick.

"(Y/N), your pussy is so tight. Perfect for my dick. Perfect to mold our baby." Miguel groaned, filling you up with another load of his cum, "It's going to be a busy night, hm?"

"Y-Yesh," You whimpered, your body shaking, "W-We'll keep trying for a b-baby~"

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"I'd like to present this award to-"

You weren't paying attention to the speaker since Miguel's fingers were pumping into you, pushing his cum back inside your cunt. You trembled, trying to listen, but felt more worried about someone spotting the two of you.

This whole night was just both you and Miguel finding ways to fuck each other without anyone noticing. This was far better than you being in heat. This was you trying to get a baby. This was Miguel trying to fill you to the brim to have his child.

"Alchemax! Miguel O'Hara, please accept this award." The speaker cheered as the crowd clapped.

Miguel let out a soft grunt as he removed his fingers and wiped them against his napkin. He leaned down to peck your lips, smirking towards your flustered expression. You pouted towards the warmth leaving, but smiled as Miguel received an award.

"I'd like to thank my lovely wife. I couldn't have gotten this far without her," Miguel made eye contact with you, "Hopefully, we'll be able to share some good news soon."

Feeling your heart race at his words, you smiled while everyone glared at you. Miguel sure knew how to dot on you. As he returned with his award, Miguel claimed that you needed some food and took you to one of the closets.

"(Y/N), aren't you proud of me?" Miguel chuckled as his cock bullied your cunt.

"Yes~ Yes!" You cried, cumming once more, "L-Lemme reward you with a baby!"

"I think its the other way around, amor." Miguel chuckled before swallowing your moans with a kiss, "Shh, don't want anyone to hear my precious wife's sexy moans."

"Mhm~!" You held onto Miguel as he kept pounding your abused cunt.

Your eyes rolled back slightly as Miguel grunted and filled you once more. His hips still attached to yours as he played with your tail. His breathing heavy against your neck as he slowly started to thrust back inside you,

"We have a long night ahead of us, (Y/N). I won't stop until I put a baby in you." He whispered in your ear. You whimpered in response, fluttering against his cock,

"N-Neither will I."

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Hope you enjoyed!!

[armins-main-hoe]

would you make katsuki x twinsister!reader? one where they're both equally talented and competitive 👉🏽👈🏽

Sorry for replying so late!!

I don’t think I can make a whole fic for this since I have 2 on going fics and already struggling to keep up with those but I’ll write it down in headcannon form, sorry :/

The Bakugo Twins

(not proofread)

Honestly as kids, you both were complete menaces. All the other kids in class would follow you both around, no kid would dare step up to you both. Though I can see that at some point it was half the class following katsuki and the other half following you. Talk about sibling rivalry...

You both got your quirk when you both were arguing, both equally hot headed, both shouting and screaming, suddenly bright sparks started coming out from your fists. You both were startled by this and forgot what you were arguing about in the first place.

You both bullied deku. Sorry, but I can only see you also have a superiority complex just like your brother. I mean you grew up in the same environment as your brother and you are expected by others to be just like him. No one has ever taught you otherwise so its was only natural for you to do whatever he does and think whatever he does and visa versa.

You both gave the poor quirkless boy a tough time...

Honestly, unlike how in the anime, Deku wasn't actually thinking about taking a swan dive off of the roof, with you also bullying him, it probably did cross his mind once or twice.

However, by middle school you both had developed your own personalities, though there was not much difference between you both to be honest.

He was a bully, ego as high as the sky, a hero nerd, a complete jerk to everyone and you were one of those popular girls who acted like a bitch with her friends laughing at the back. You were the prettiest girl in the school and you knew it.

Katsuki hated the fact that you were going to apply to UA too. You both had the same quirk, meaning that if you got in, he would constantly be compared to you and there would be nothing special about him since he would not be one of a kind. He didn't understand why you wanted to join UA either. Sure, you liked heroes too but you didn't have collectables like he did. You never showed much interest in becoming a hero while growing up, at least not as much as him anyway. So why would you even think about joining UA?

What he didn't know was that you were applying for UA because of more than just one reason. You both were twins, everyone knew Katsuki was going to to apply for UA since he wasn't exactly shy about it. So naturally everyone thought you were going to apply for UA too. Call yourself some odd variation of a people pleaser and you said "well duh, are you thick or something? Obviously I am."

Another reason was, your looks. Since you were labeled as the prettiest girl in middle school and it got to your head, your looks became an obsession for you. You had to look flawless all the time and you needed someone to compliment you about your looks at least 10 times a day.

What better way to get complimented on your looks than becoming a famous hero? Heros are more popular than any celebrity so obviously becoming a hero would give you more attention.

Another reason was your sibling rivalry, you hated it so much when he would come home first place in a competition that you also participated in. You hated it when he was clearly better than you at something. Since both of your quirks were so 'flashy' and 'dangerous', you both were always competing against each other on who can use their quirk better.

When it was the day of the UA results, you both were equally nervous. Though neither of you tried to show it, acting as if you just know you are 100% going to get in.

Both of you were hoping for the other to get rejected. However, to both of your dismany, you both got in.

You're parents were over the moon of course, both their kids getting into a school like UA was what they called their biggest achievement.

You felt happy too, but in your stomach you felt this uneasy feeling knowing your brother was coming to UA with you. Katsuki felt the same.

You both knew how much more you would have to fight each other for the spotlight. Middle school would be nothing compared to UA.

Upon coming to UA, you both struggled a lot in your own ways. In the first few weeks, everyone thought you both were the strongest (and scariest) in the whole class. Which is good. You wanted it to be that way

Imagine sibling rivalry plus class rivalry. Him in 1A and you in 1B. Both of you the strongest in your classes, both you the scariest in your classes. Everytime you cross one another, the hardest glares were thrown at each other.

The sports festival ended up a mess. Why? Simple, the Bakugo twins.

You both managed to get through most of the festival without killing anyone but once it got to the one to one matches...

The final match was one that everyone was dying to see, the twins facing each other. Two people with the same quirk. Everyone wanted to know who would win, everyone wanted to know who was better. Who was the better twin.

Class 1a were cheering for Katsuki and class 1b were cheering for you because while this match was mostly to see who was the better twin, it would also determine who was the better class since they had the winner in their class.

The only person who thought this was bad as Deku. The kid you both bullied was the only one who could see past the competitiveness and realise that this would end in a disaster. That this was doing more harm than good. That if either one of you were to win the match then it would break the thin sibling bond you both had.

You both began attacking each other left and right, at one point no one could see anything with the amount of debris and smoke filling up the stadium. All they could hear were loud explosions echoing throughout the entire stadium.

Some time later, the staff had to send a teacher down there to try and see what was going on in the match. Immediately the teacher called the match off and another teacher came to break you both off.

Were you both siblings or enemies sent on an mission to kill the other? Trust me when I say the fight got so bad they had to call if off and just say it was a draw.

Both of you were covered in cuts, bruises and burn marks. By the time the adrenaline wore off, you both collapsed, unconscious on the floor.

They had to tie you both up and All might somehow managed to out the single 1st place gold medal around your necks.

Much to everyone's dismay, no one got to find out who was the 'better twin' or 'better class'.

So for the next few weeks, it was the same as always, trying to prove to everyone that you are better while sending death glares to your brother.

UA destroyed your relationship with your brother.

When you were younger, you both would at least play with each other, you both would hold hands and run around, chasing other kids, you both would still comfort each other when the other was sad, you both used to be each other's biggest supporters and now its all gone.

It all probably began to fade during middle school and now is completely gone in UA.

You saw each other as enemies and nothing more.

Well that's what you thought until your brother got kidnapped by the league of villains.

You could never forget how you felt your heart drop when you heard the news. You even forgot to breath for a few seconds. You scared yourself with how much you got scared of losing him.

So when Kirishma, who you recognised as Katsuki's best friend, came up to you, asking if you would help him and a few other students from 1a, get Katsuki back, you agreed.

When you met up with the group, you were the last one to come along since it took you a little longer to sneak out of the house, you saw the wide eyes they looked at you with, since they were so used to seeing you and Katsuki hate on each other every day.

"I do have a heart you know." you rolled your eyes at them. "Come on, lets hurry before that dimwit starts crying like a baby." you turned around and started walking away.

"Um.. Y/n.. We have to go that way-" A black haired girl spoke up.

You were all were successful with getting Katsuki back, you really wanted to hug him or something but you felt like you couldn't. You felt like it was wrong of you to even think about hugging him after everything you did to him. So on the way back, you didn't say anything. Even while watching All Might fight All For One on a screen, you kept your distance from him, walking next to the black haired girl instead.

The walk back home was silent. He walked ahead while you followed a few feet behind, usually you wouldn't let that slide, you would try to out walk him in some way but right now your mind was filled with so many thoughts.

You were so out of it that you ended up bumping into Katsuki's back when he stopped walking. He turned around and looked at you, a softer look on his face but still glaring at you.

"Why did you come with them?" He asked.

How do you even answer that? 'even though I wished for your death like you wished for mine, i still cared. I still didn't actually want to lose you.' or maybe 'why wouldn't I? I mean sure I hated your guts and hoped everything bad happened to you but I didn't actually mean it.'

You didn't even realise when tears began falling down your cheeks while thinking. Katsuki was shocked to say the least.

"I thought I would lose you..." You spoke out in the weakest voice Katsuki had ever heard you use.

Katsuki's hand lifted up to wipe your tears away but he hesitated. Can he do that? Really? After everything he did to you? He couldn't. So he turned back around.

"Idiot. As if some little villain would ever manage to kill me." You didn't miss how his voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, nor did you miss how he subtly tried to wipe away his own tears.

Maybe you didn't get to hug him like you used to when you were younger, but at least you now know there is a chance that maybe, just maybe, you could fix your relationship with your brother.

[honeytama]

noah x reader dvp AND noah x reader x oli dvp,, mm m mmm all my favorite subject

yummy smutty 18+ thoughts under the cut as usual

side icons by @/girasois and tagging @bluestdai

cw: double vaginal penetration

“this sounds— so stupid — but do you think you can go deeper? i need more noah, i wanna cum :(“

noah and yourself are the only people on you two’s king size mattress, your cheek pressed in his sleeping pillow and your ass up against his thrusting hips.

“more?” he responds incredulously. “i can move like this?” he repositions to wear his knee is bent toward your ear, foot planted on the mattress. “better?”

“it feels good, but sorry baby,” you whimper against the pillow.

you two had been going at it for 45 min without your first orgasm, which was unusual. you just feel so stretched out by him already and tuckered out enough that clenching around him didn’t help.

“get on your back, baby, let me try something different,” he’s breathless, but he talks soothingly to you. on your back, he enters you and thrusts languidly like usual in missionary,, you’re knees and thighs up and spread to his sides. “do you trust me?”

“mhm,” you nod playing with your breasts.

he stills inside of you and you whine. you watch his right hand come to your cunt and you think he’s going to play with your clit,, but he extends one finger and slowly presses into the space between his cock and the top of your folds. his finger pad facing up to the roof of your pussy

“noah,” you whine and you feel yourself stretch an extra centimeter until you can feel his forefinger rub against your plush, bumpy g-spot. “so. tight.”

“it could be tighter. you’re so wet i could put three fingers up there if you’ll let me?” he smiles at down his success; you writhing under his cock and hand working on your cunt.

you nod vigorously, “YES BUT TWO, two is good. need lube though.”

“mhm,” he hums and grabs it from the mattress with his empty hand. he slowly pulls his finger from you, and returns to mindlessly fucking you so you don’t get antsy. you watch him squirt lube onto his two longest fingers; fore and middle before he stills his hips again. “tell me if you need me to stop.”

he presses them into you again, both slowly at the same time and in the same position as before.

“noah, i feel so full, so stretched —“ you feel his fingers start to move in a come hither motion while sliding in n out of your slick cunt. “mmm fucking good”

“good girl.” he chuckles. “tell me when i can move. i can make you cum right now, just say please,” he commands.

“please move, baby,” you whine and wiggle your hips to gain even more friction.

he works his fingers and thrusts his hips in tandem. sometimes everything is entering you all at once,, sometimes he takes turns with his fingers deeper inside rather than his cock or visa versa

but either way you have the best orgasm of your life and your clenching down on all of him for all he’s worth…

noah’s shit-eating grin is what really ties it all together :( he just loves seeing girl come on all of him. when he cums, too, it’s the best because your so stuffed there’s no way he’s letting it out :((

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you and noah find dvp to be your new special thing. it’s not all the time, but you’ve been practicing together for a few weeks that he’s able to use one of your 4 inch dildos or a similar toy in you instead of his fingers. his favorites are ones that vibrate because he can feel it all. he’s also definitely made you squirt for the first time while trying all of this out but that’s a diff story.

anyway, you bring it up, maybe after a really goood, confident session as he holds you in his arms and is caressing my your back…

“baby, what do you think about having another guy do what you’re doing with me?” you ask, caustiously, softly…

“wdym?”

“like, instead of the toy—“

“mmm,” your head rises against his chest as he chuckles. “I’ve thought about it since we’ve started trying. I do know a guy who’s been interested in you since even before we’ve been together,,,,”

“WHO,” you gasp.

“Oli.”

“NOAHH,” you whine and tap his chest.

noah’s sick, toothy smile is back on his face. “he just has a crush i think. he thinks you’re beautiful. but so do i.”

you’re mind is REELING (oli is a friend to both you, always kind, you just NEVER KNEW??). “OLI, he’s….. handsome. but i like you better! you’re my baby, my boyfriend,” you snuggle up closer. “i would like to try though. can you ask him?”

“anything for you,” noah hums.

—

you find yourself in noah and you’s king size mattress again, as you do every night for sleep and several times a week for other things. but your propped up on your elbows looking up at the tall, beefy bodies of your boyfriend, noah, and his close friend oliver sykes

all of everyone’s boundaries have been talked about and met. noah mainly just doesn’t want oli to kiss your lips, and that’s fine.

back to it

no one has their clothes on anymore. pleasures and foreplay like: kissing, hand jobs, blowjobs, them taking turns tasting your arousal straight from the source, them taking turns fucking your pussy in their respective favorite positions, going to paris etc etc have happened so so smoothly. now the boys are just trying to figure out the best position to have you in next.

they’re hair is tousled and both of their cheeks are pink as they do their best to keep their voices low while catching their breath.

oli pipes up a little louder, feeling confident, “noah, lie on your back. take y/n’s spot.” oli reaches out for your hand to help you up from the bed. oli sneaks in kisses along your jawline and down your neck as noah lies back. he instructs you next, but softly in your ear, “y/n, you’re going to ride your boyfriend just like normal, ok?”

“ok,” you squeak out. his fingers trace over the multiple marking they’ve made on your neck and chest throughout the night.

“if we want to take your cunt at the same time, i need you relaxed,” he brushes your hair over your ear. “go, love.”

you eagerly climb on top noah and he reaches out to you with welcoming arms. straddled across his his hips, noah guides your hips down with his hands and bottoms out.

“you’re gonna do so good for us, baby,” he praises as you grind down on him. “just breathe. I’ll talk you through it.”

you feel oliver’s hand on your waist and the bed shifts slightly with his weight added. “you ready?”

“mhmm,” you moan.

oil’s hand presses lightly into your back, pushing your to press against noah’s chest. your face is just above noah’s now… and you hold his shoulders for stability as you feel oil’s tip pushing into your pussy. alongside noah’s cock.

“fuck, fuck— ah,” you whine. tears start to form in the corners of your eyes.

“good girl, you’re doing so well,” noah praises. his face twists too at the feeling of his friend’s dick pressing against his.

“so tight—so good,” oli groans.

“oli, go further. I— I can do it,” you moan, your heavy breaths mess with the hairs on noah’s forehead.

“Fuck” “ah” “shit” is what you all say together once both of them have bottomed out inside of you.

“tell us when we can move, baby,” noah moans.

“please,” you practically grunt. you’re so full, you’re surprised you can even form coherent words. but you want to cum! on both of their cocks. and take both of their loads :(

oli moves first, thrusting his hips at a steady pace and his cock hits places you didn’t even know existed inside of you. noah moves with him, using his expertise with his fingers and toys when he dvp’s you himself. he works with that.

the sounds of all three of your moans, groans, grunts and foul words scream nauseatingly loud inside of your bedroom. noah whispers praises for you when he can, but he’s so far gone. he doesn’t even notice the pink half-moons your making with your nails into the skin of his shoulders.

cold tears roll down and accumulate at the tops of your cheeks. it’s feels so good and so much better than a toy as guy #2.

oli is the first to say that he’s almost there, “fuck, i’m gonna cum so hard into you…” and it pushes you and noah right over the edge.

like a fantasy, all three of you take your orgasm at the same time. they still inside of you, but you continue to grind on both of their cocks, making them groan in pleasure. you feel them fill you up with sprays of their cum, warming you up quick.

after riding down all of your highs, still in the same position, oli slowly leaves your don’t,,, “Noah, look,” he breathes out heavily.

noah has you come slowly of his dick, he’s sensitive :(

a bit of his? cum seeps out of you as you come off of him and it pools on his stomach, he gasps as he watches it drip from you

you move off of him to lie on your stomach and legs splayed apart, still catching your breath and letting your heart beat go down.

“oh, fuck,” noah says in a low tone.

the two men ogle you from the end of the bed. your stretched pussy still open for them to see, and their mixed cum leaking out out of you onto the sheets.

(extra: oli asking you to turn over while dvp,,, so you’re facing oli as he fucks you from the front and your back is against Noah’s chest ,,,,,,)

ANYWAY WHEW

[yoongikapi]

skinships || ot7 || drabble

fluff

en- masterlist

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jungwon:

❥ forehead kisses!

he loves when you brush his hair out of the way to plant a kiss on his forehead. and when you stand in between his legs and pamper him with kisses?? he softens into your touch and can’t help a huge smile from growing on his face

<3

heeseung:

❥ holding hands!

he loves grabbing your hand and catching you off guard, your surprised reaction is always adorable and he never shuts up about how perfectly your hand fits in his. he’ll intertwine his fingers with yours and give you a squeeze while holding you close (which secretly makes him giddy when you squeeze his hand back)

<3

jay:

❥ carrying you!

bridal style or piggy back rides you name it, he loves it! being that close to you makes him feel special, and he loves to show off how strong he is! knowing that you trust him enough to carry you is huge for him and he absolutely adores it

<3

jake:

❥ hugging!

holding you close is a 10/10 experience every time. when he hugs you and you wrap your arms around his neck he simply melts further into you. or if you initiate the hug first?? hugging him from behind will make his heart skip a beat every. single. time. he wont ever get enough

<3

sunghoon:

❥ resting his head in your lap!

being able to rest his head on your lap makes him feel so safe. knowing that you’ll let him lay there as long as he wants makes him so happy; and he loves it even more when you rake your fingers through his hair. he’ll smile and lean further in before he falls asleep to your touch

<3

sunoo:

❥ holding your face!

cupping your face in his hands and looking deep into your eyes is his go-to skin ship for sure. rubbing his thumbs against your soft cheeks make you smile, which in return makes his smile grow wider. and if you decide to hold HIS face he always blushes and ends up looking away, he cant contain himself around you sometimes because you’re too cute

<3

niki:

❥ resting on each others shoulders!

simply being there for you makes him so happy, even if that means acting as your pillow. he lets (and actually encourages) you to use his shoulder to rest on after a long day on the car ride home. or when he notices you getting sleepy he simply taps his shoulder to let you know you can rest there. same visa-versa! when he lays his head on your shoulder he thinks its the most comfortable, perfect spot to rest ever

<3

[residentfromnowhere]

YanderePriest!Gyomei is normally good at keeping his composure. Hell, even the most trained of eyes couldn’t detect his true intentions. But when it comes to you, his most devoted among all of the followers at the church, the perfected mask that has fooled many at times slips and he isn’t too pleased with that.

Moreover, he isn’t the most pleased at having to keep said composure while hearing you practically be hounded by other men. It’s not that it wasn’t expected but the thought of you possibly giving your virtue to one of those sinners makes his blood boil. You were perfect and pure in every way possible. So to have to hear male members of the church speak about you in such vile ways put him on edge, making his perfect mask slowly crack.

The nerve of them to describe your body as if you were there’s already angered him because deep down he knew you were his. Even though these feelings have not been expressed to you and visa versa, he knows you feel the same. How you ask? Well, by the way that you speak to him. Your tone changes every time he’s near you and though he can’t see you, he can most definitely hear the changes in how you heart paces compared to others. His hearing is superior after all.

The words you use and you giggling with only him. Compared to other conversations he’s heard, you use different verbiage with him which also feeds into his idea. We can not forget how your hands seem to always be on him. Wether it’s innocently hugging his arm or just gentle touches on any part of his upper body, this man swore he knew you had feelings for him. And whether you actually do or not doesn’t matter because he claimed you, so you by what he says is gods way are his.

He won’t act on it though, his compulsions and desires because again he is a man of god and a leader of the church. So as long as everyone knows their place you included, he wouldn’t have to act out of character. Because god save the soul who angers and claims you as theirs know you belong to Gyomei. A blood bath isn’t enough to describe what he will do if pushed enough. But then again, he’s not worried about it, meaning you stepping out of line. You’re perfect and completely pure after all. You, his darling flower wouldn’t dare betray and leave him. Yeah, his perfect Angel would never step out of order, right?

[otakusheep15]

Obey Me Flufftober Day 17

Prompt: Clothes

Pairing: Mammon x reader

Word count: 456

A/n: I'm lowkey so tired right now, but I refuse to go to bed until I finish writing. I refuse to fall behind so late into the month!! Also, it's finally time for Mammon! And I really like this prompt for him.

Mammon was naturally possessive. It came with the sin after all. He was possessive of anything and everything he considered his. This included money, clothes, food, accessories, trinkets, and, of course, you. Even before you two got together, he was so greedy for your attention. If you ever talked to someone when he was around, he would get super pissed off. At first, he didn't do anything about it, but as y'all got closer, he began dragging you away from conversations. He doesn't do this as often when you're talking to his brothers, but even they aren't always spared.

To be honest, you'd find it adorable if it weren't so inconvenient. Mammon loves you more than anything, and that's very sweet of him. However, the ways in which he expresses his love could use some work. Since he's so possessive, you suggested the idea of you wearing his clothes when out in public. That way, you can still interact with people while letting them know that you're already taken. Mammon liked this idea immediately, and that's how you found yourself where you are now.

Your closet now has more of Mammon's clothes in it than your own. The two of you are not the same size, so a lot of his clothes fit awkwardly at certain angles on your body, but you don't mind too much. This compromise has been great for the both of you, as it's given Mammon some ease of mind and allows you to function as a normal member of society. Plus, you can't deny that Mammon has lovely fashion sense, and that's always a bonus in your eyes.

Mammon also has a tendency to steal your clothes. You know he does, so sometimes you'll purposefully leave out the clothes you've worn recently so that he can take them. After talking with the brothers, you learned that demons have a heightened sense of smell, and Mammon likes taking your clothes because he can smell you on them. It's comforting to him, so you've been making sure to lend him new clothes about every week or so.

This exchange has been going on for a while now. He'll give you some clothes to wear, and you'll give him some clothes as well. Most of the demons around you have noticed Mammon's lingering scent on you and visa versa, and Mammon absolutely eats it up. He knows how many demons of jealous of him, and he loves it. That greed of his really plays a part in this whole scheme. Again, it would be cute if it weren't slightly strange as well. Demon dating culture is still a bit confusing to you, but you suppose you can get used to it for Mammon's sake.

[bangtanmix73]

From 3 to 5

Paul Lahote x pregnant reader x Embry Call

Warnings: afab!reader, pregnancy, overthinking, anxiety, Paul would you ‘pup’ I don’t take criticism, fear of rejection, is it obvious I have baby fever?, let me know if I missed anything

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“What am I doing to do, Em, Kim?” You address both of the women sitting on the couch as you paced back and forth.

You had just gotten back from your doctors appointment. You haven’t been feeling well lately and your boys were worried you were sick. You weren’t sick, you were 9 weeks pregnant. With twins.

“Y/n, dear, please sit down.” Emily patted the cushion next to her.

“I can’t sit down, Em, I’m stressed.” You complained.

“I don’t understand why you’re so stressed out, hun.” Kim spoke up for the first time since you told them you were pregnant. “They’re going to be excited.”

You stopped pacing. You stood in front of the girls, face filled with guilt. “The twins could only belong to one of them right? I feel bad that Paul would be the biological father to both and Embry wouldn’t, visa versa.” You whispered, loud enough for them to hear.

“Well that’s the more common case, yeah, but I’m sure Embry or Paul would still love the babies the same.” Emily commented.

“Hang on, the ‘more common case’?” You questioned.

“Yes, I believe it’s called ‘heteropaternal superfecundation’. It’s where one twin belongs to one and the other twin belongs to another man.” She informed you.

“Huh, you really do learn something new everyday.” Kim muttered.

“I really hope that’s my case.” You paused, another question coming to mind. “How far along do you have to be to get a paternity test done?”

“7 or 9 weeks, I believe.” Kim chimed in.

“I’m 9 weeks.” You started. “Do you think they would get a paternity test?”

“I’m sure if you asked them to.” You knew Emily was right. They’d do anything if you asked them to.

“Okay, yeah, I just got to tell them first.” You mentally hyped yourself up to the idea.

“You got this, hun.” Kim encouraged.

“Just one question.” Emily grinned. “Are we the god mothers?”

—-

You were now sitting on the bed while some trash tv show played in the background, having come home a hour ago. You were waiting for your two (2) wolves.

Although, the longer you waited, the more the suspense built. You didn’t plan an extravagant way to tell them, you were too nervous. Besides, you thought being pregnant with twins should be a big enough surprise.

Too lost in your thoughts, you apparently didn’t hear the front door open or your boys calling your name or their footsteps up the stairs. You didn’t know they were home until Embry opened your shared bedroom door.

“Pup, you alright? You didn’t come to the downstairs when we called you.” Paul walked over to you and sat down on the bed, in front of you. Embry sat beside him.

Your heart rate picked up and fear set in and they felt it through the imprint bond.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” Embry moved closer to you.

“I, uh, I have something I need to tell you.” You begin. It took everything in you not to cry from the fear of rejection. “I’m pregnant. Not only that, but with twins.” You took a breath once it was finally out, but it didn’t relax you one bit as neither do them have said anything.

Paul and Embry sat shocked in front of you, not moving or saying anything. Honestly, if they were going to leave you, you wished they’d do it now and quickly.

You hesitantly asked, “B-boys? Are you okay?”

Paul snapped out of his trace first, smashing his lips into yours, taking you by surprise. Nonetheless, you kissed him back, both of your arms wrapping around each other.

Embry poked Paul’s side, forcing him to pull away from you. “My turn, Paul.” Embry demanded, making you giggle while Paul huffed.

Embry put his hands on both sides of your face and brought you in to kiss you. He removed one hand from your face, down to your legs, moving you closer to him and Paul.

He pulled back with the biggest grin on his face. “I love you so much. I’m so happy.” He poked Paul in the side again, making him groan. “We’re going to be dads.”

“So it doesn’t matter if the twins only belong to one of you?” You questioned. Paul moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter who they biologically belong to, they will always be our kids no matter what.” Paul reassured you.

“So, hypothetically, if I asked for get a paternity test, would?” You asked, quickly adding in, “not the it matters, I’m just curious.”

Paul and Embry shared a look.

“Only if you want to.” Embry said. “But for now, can we cuddle? We missed you.”

You smiled, “‘course.”

—-

About a week later, you went in for the paternity test. The boys were restless the whole time. It became worse when the doctor said the results won’t be in for at least 24 hours. When the results finally came in, they were practically bouncing. From nervousness or excitement, you weren’t sure.

Opening the letter, you read it carefully. You gasped which concerned your wolves.

“What? What’s wrong?” They spoke in unison, not bothering to hide the concern in their voices.

“One baby is Paul’s and one is Embry’s.” You announced.

“What?” Paul blurted.

“How’s that possible?” Embry muttered in wonder.

“I’m not sure, but Emily said it’s rare. I’m just surprised this is how it turned out.” You admitted.

Paul hugged you. “I said this before, but it doesn’t matter if one’s mine, others not or if they were mine or not, we’re still going to be their fathers, pup.” He assured you one again, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Embry hugged you from behind. “You’re going to be a great mother, babe.”

“Guess the 3 musketeers turned into 5.” You joked, sending the three of you into a fit of giggles.

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

You're literally so fucking disgusting (said with absolute joy).

Anyways, which of your silly little comic book yandere men are into petplay? And are they puppy-owner-coded or kitty-owner-coded?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒: 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑…

!!! GN reader, petplay, can be translated as romantic or platonic, but the innuendos are 100% intended, collars, leashes, mentions of punishments, slight manipulation, drugging, I channeled my inner pet for this.

*Pulls out my 3 hour long slideshow* I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED, ANON.

First off, all of them are into pet play if I have a say in it. You will never catch me obsessing over a character I either can’t see collaring me or wearing a collar for me. So, really, this question boils down to if they’re a dog or cat person, LMAOOOOO.

Second, they all could go either way, honestly. These are just my personal thoughts on what they might gravitate towards. If you’re a certified puppy, don’t you worry, cuz the kitty enjoyers will love you the same, and visa versa.

Now let’s get started.

Bruce Wayne: I ALREADY CAN’T FUCKING CHOOSE, FUCK. My first instinct was to gravitate towards kitty-owner, but then I thought about his need to have some sort of physical tie to you (cuz he totally keeps you chained or handcuffed to him, DON’T FUCKING QUESTION ME), so he might be a puppy-owner for the sake of keeping you on a leash. Either way, you’re totally his little lap pet while he works in his office. Petting you gives him the strength he needs to finish all his paperwork. Also, everything you own is bedazzled to hell and back, from collars to toys. He likes to spoil his beloved little pet, okay?!

Clark Kent: I’m gonna go with puppy-owner. He might carry you around like a cat, but that’s only because carries dogs around like cats, too (that’s what happens when you have super-strength; everything is just so carry-able). Absolutely talks to you in that babying voice every dog-owner uses. “Who’s a good pup? Who’s a good pup?? You are!! That’s right, you are!! Aww, look at you!!” It might be annoying, but you better get used to it if you don’t wanna be locked in your uncomfortable cage while he’s gone. He knows you hate it, which is why he hates it, but it’s the only way to get you to behave!! Be his good pup, won’t you?

Dick Grayson: Very much leaning towards puppy owner. He’s all for training you into his loyal pup who follows him everywhere. Also lowkey talks down on you cuz you’re just a cute, dumb puppy!! You don’t need to be thinking big human thoughts!! Let your loving master take care of everything, okay? Ah, ah, ah! Silly, pup! You’re not supposed to speak! Now get back on your hands and knees… puppies don’t walk like people do, remember? Or does he have to get a little mean to remind you? You don’t want that, do you? Yeah, didn’t think so. Now sit… good job!! Why don’t we give you a treat, hm~?

Hal Jordan: Another one that can go either way. Honestly, though? The more I think about it, the more I’m digging kitty-owner Hal. There are so many ways this could go that it makes my head hurt. Is he a condescending owner? “Poor little kitty… got something to say? Hm? What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Or a soft owner? “Such a pretty little kitty… did you miss me while I was away? Yeah? I’m so sorry, sweetie.” What about one of those cat-dads that started out as we-are-not-getting-a-cat and ended up getting totally attached? “What do YOU want? Huh? Whatcha up to, pusscat? AYE!! Get off of the couch!! Come on, you know better.” The possibilities are endless.

Jaime Reyes: You know, it’s kinda weird. I see him as a certified puppy by default, yet as an owner? He’s kitty-adjacent. You’re just the cutest kitty-cat ever, he can’t help but keep you as one!! Definitely gets one of those bell collars (with a cute bow on it!!) for you. It helps ease his anxiety whenever he hears it jingle. Better be a cuddly kitty, cuz he canNOT keep his hands off of you. Poor guy’s always on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of you running away. It’s a common occurrence for him to pull you into his lap, eyes shining with unshod tears as he quietly asks, “you’ll never leave me, right?” If you don’t want to sit there awkwardly while he hyperventilates, I suggest you be kind and nuzzle into him.

Remy LeBeau: 100% kitty-owner. Expects you to greet him at the door when he comes home. “Y’miss me, minou? Yeah… Gambit missed you, too. C’mere.” Whether you like to admit it or not, he gives the best scratchies. He’ll have you lay against his chest for hours, softly petting your head as he listens to your rhythmic breathing. Absolutely sits you on the counter while he cooks so he can feed you small morsels as a little treat!! Every chef has to have an adorable sous-chef, no? Oh my god, he is just so soft that it makes my heart melt. You’re his precious little kitty and he’ll never let you forget it!! Just don’t be up to any trouble, okay? He may be gentle, but he also knows how to punish naughty kitties.

Scott Summers: Puppy-owner puppy-owner puppy-owner pupPY-OWNER— you bet your ass he’s training you to be the perfect little puppy. When he’s through with you, you’re gonna be the most obedient pup around. Don’t get me wrong, he’s actually a very soft and sweet master!! Gives you tummy rubs, praises, and even treats (when you’re good). However, when it comes to obedience, he’s absolutely the no-nonsense type. Do not test him; the literal leash he has on you is short for a reason. Disciplinary Scott is a very scary Scott, so I’d suggest you start acting right if you don’t want to get the cruelest punishment ever. “That’s right. Be a good little pup for me. You know what happens to bad puppies. Behave.”

Tim Drake: Have you met him? Kitty-owner for sure. He wants a lazy kitty that’ll sleep in his lap whenever he works (read: he wants to drug you so you’re constantly lethargic and can’t run away from him). Be prepared to be a weighted blanket, cuz he loves when you lay on top of him. Whenever you wake up, he’ll always be the first thing you see. “Good morning, Kitty! Sleep well? C’mon, it’s breakfast time!” Does NOT let you do anything for yourself (not like you’ve got the energy to, anyway). He loves to take care of his cute little kitty!! Also, has about 3,000 photos of you on his phone so he can look at them when he’s away. He just misses you, okay? You’re all he thinks about on patrol!!

Wally West: The puppy-owner thoughts won. He wants a happy little pup to pounce on him anytime he comes home!! Oh… you don’t wanna do that? Well, it’s okay!! He’s very good at training disobedient mutts. A quick word of warning, you do not want to trigger his stern mode. He’ll dish out the most cruel and devious punishments, all with the “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” attitude. Soft and sweet owner Wally is where it’s at. Loves to make you do tricks and give you treats afterwards!! He can get a little condescending and tease you, but it’s all done out of love! Unless you’ve been bad. Then it’s completely intended to be malicious. But you would never be a bad pup for him, right? He loves so much and spoils you rotten, why would you ever be bad? Come one, now!! Walkies time!! If you don’t tug on the leash, he’ll give you a big reward!!

[ora-ori]

Lenore’s shot through the head theory.

OKAY. Thank you to that ONE PERSON that asked me for this theory (I love you please don’t leave) because I was literally vibrating trying to hold it in.

For this one, we have one major piece of evidence.

THIS PANEL

So here’s where the theory comes into play. This is from the very first episode, where Annabel gaslight gatekeep girlboss Lee meets Lenore ignore instigate ignite Vandernacht (if I spelled it wrong please correct me) meet each other. This panel is exactly from when Annabel and Lenore first enter the academy.

The question is…

Why is the line through Lenore’s head?

We know that it’s common for art or anything of the kind to have a line resembling a heartbeat around the heart when dealing with a stressful and/or important situation. So why is it through her head? Wouldn’t it be through her heart?

Before I answer that, we have another piece of evidence. When Annabel manifested, the deans and professor maid doll informed the audience that she was a lady in white. This specter is a result of a bride being killed/betrayed on her wedding day. And we also know that Annabel, provided with context clues as well, was shot through the heart on her wedding day. Her cause of death, a heart shaped hole literally in her chest with a red crystal to symbolise her heart if it was there. Lenore also killed her past self (see my previous theory for that explanation) and began a new life as Leo, and use this identity to be with and marry Annabel. We see this intention when Lenore puts the sheet music for Annabel’s song she had requested, and the ring(box).

Lenore had a gun in her suitcase, her belongings when she arrived. BUT I am NOT saying that Lenore killed Annabel, but suggesting that Annabel was assassinated on their wedding day by someone close to them, either causing Lenore to shoot herself through the head out of grief from her dead fiancé, or spending her last moments desperately trying to save Annabel, after she was shot, from bleeding out and dying, then being shot in the head herself by the same person. This would be Lenore’s cause of death, and perhaps her specter may relate to this instead.

This would also have the symbolism of the saying/metaphor that heart and mind go hand in hand. As we see in many many episodes, Lenore mainly acts on impulse and emotion, heart. While Annabel thinks more things through and usually has a plan, mind, however this can be visa versa and switch between the both of them, seeing as they both have a sort of trading in controlling and hiding their emotions. While they are both sorta mentally ill while they were alive, Annabel has the heart while Lenore has the mind. This would trace back to Annabel being shot through the heart, and Lenore being shot through the head. Both of them dying on their wedding day, and living on together in the afterlife and possibly rebirth.

We love some poetic gays.

Lastly, I am not a fast pass user so I do not know what’s going on after the hiatus and I’m crying about have to wait for a month. If I spelled anything differently it’s because I’m australian and use aus english. Again, I love responding to you all, please leave an ask even if it’s just the smallest thing you want me to see. Don’t be afraid, it makes my day. Till we meet again.

[maraudersfan-club]

Remus lupin would be the softest sweetest most awesome boyfriend of all times

He is the kind of boyfriend to wake you up in he morning with kisses and with whispering sweet little nothing's in your ears , making sure you wake up with a smile on your face

He would walk with you to the great hole , and while you are walking he would either talk to you about the last book he read , or one of the things that happened in the few classes that you two didn't share and visa versa.

Sometimes you would walk in silence just devouring each other's presence , both left in your own thoughts

When you'd reach your table , you'd sometimes sit besides each other and other times against.

Usually the boys would reach the table 5-10 minutes after you did , because they are always grasping a few more minutes in bed

He would make two of his infamous moony toast , sharing the one with you , while you made his coffee

You two do not depend on each other , but it's obvious to everyone that you are in sink , both working together towards the same goal

Then you would fill your plate with other goodies to eat. Sometimes when it's close to the full moon he would neglect to eat much so you'd take some food with you in a paper towel , knowing that he gets hungry

Other times you'd claim not to be hungry , so he would do he same for you

You would walk together to class talking to the boys about maybe a new prank to do , or about James progress with a mystery boy- Sirius is always curious about who it is but James is not telling him, or anyone for the fact - or Sirius would tell you about what he did to the last party he attended

You didn't sit together, rather Remus sat in front from you in classes. Mainly because you didn't want Sirius and James to sit together and also because he often claimed that he could not sit next to you because "your beauty distracts him making unable to take proper notes in class"

At lunch the boys would sit together and you with the girls (marlene lily and Mary) would usually sit together and talk about anything. A lot of times the two groups would merge and then chaos ensued in there

You would continue your classes and at the afternoon you'd hang out with him or Lily in he library since your studying styles where similar . You'd rest a little in the common room , with all your boys , but more often than not you'd end up wondering around

Usually you'd go for 30 minute walks around the castle or the school grounds

Most nights in which you went at the astrology tower you met Regulus and you'd sir there and talk.

There's times in which you went to the forbidden forest you'd usually meet Xenophilous Lovegood , and you'd talk about whatever obscure creature was circling him mind at the time.

Some times you'd meet some friendly Slytherin in the halls and you'd take some walks around the halls together in silence or not

Other you'd meet Slytherins that did not like you , but fortunately , no one really tried to hurt you (except for snivellous and his friend group) make it be because Remus lupin was scary and noone wanted to mess with his girlfriend, because you are friendly to everyone not depending on the house , or maybe even because you were one true marauder , quick at spells and hexes

Once you'd get back from your walk you'd talk a tad bit with the girls and then you'd ho with Remus at his dorm. You'd sleep together more often than not. You'd usually fall asleep listening to him read a book. Actually it wasn't the story that got you to get to sleep , but his voice. Soft and earthy. His voice felt like home to you. When you heard him whispering at you , you always felt a little bit safer

Thia took a weird turn ig?? Idk what I am doing I am just writing what feels good to me