#so I can get back into the feel of drawing for fun and not for perfection

[pinkboaclub]

Scene Stealers

Summery: You and Harry decide to film yourself having sex for fun, until you decide to upload it and become famous over night.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: a lot of smut, sex tapes/filmed sex, pornstars, slight dom Harry, fem!reader (you and Harry attend a University in the US, but he is still English :)

It started as an intimate moment between you two, something that you thought would be funny. You were cuddling in your dorm room, squeezing yourselves into the twin bed, watching a movie on your laptop. Your roommate was gone, she was spending the weekend with her family, which allowed you two to get close.

It was slow, Harry giving you light kisses on your head as it rested on his chest, your hand resting on his abdomen, slowly rubbing up and down every once in a while. It wasn’t until Harry paused the movie and closed the laptop that you climbed on top of him, straddling his body. You leaned down to start making out with him, letting your hands grip his shirt as you started to grind yourself against his crotch. Your already short shorts were starting to ride up while he gripped your ass.

“Mmm, let me see you.” He lightly pushed you forward, motioning you to sit up as he pulled away from your lips. You giggled, not really knowing what he was trying to do. “I want to take a picture of you.”

“No, my hair looks so crazy right now.” You laughed, covering your face as he grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

“You look so perfect.” He placed one hand on your hip, capturing you while you hid behind your hands. “C’mon baby, let me see your pretty face.”

You finally uncovered your face to let him quickly snap his photos.

“Are you done yet?” You laughed as he kept his phone pointed toward you.

“I’m taking a video.”

“Harryyy.” You said, drawing out his name. “I wanna keep kissing you.” You tugged on his shirt, hoping to get back to where you were and leaned down to kiss his neck.

“We can keep this on.” He whispered, gesturing to his phone, you both stared at each other for a moment. He leaned over to place his phone on the nightstand, propping it up against his water bottle, the camera pointing towards the bed. “Is this okay?”

You slowly nodded your head, “You’re not going to go around showing this to all your frat buddies, are you?”

“Hell no, this is only for me.” You knew he was telling you the truth, not only because you trusted him, but because you knew he wasn’t wasn’t the stereotypical frat boy—going around showing intimate photos of his girlfriend to everyone.

You leaned down again, going back to kissing him, his hands immediately finding their way back to your ass. He flipped you over, still being careful in the smaller bed. His hand traveled up your shirt, feeling every inch of your chest.

As he began to lift up your shirt you stopped him, remembering the camera pointed at the both of you. “Are we going to keep recording?” You smiled, looking up at him.

“We’ll do whatever you want, baby. Do you want to keep recording? Get your pretty face on camera, taking my cock?”

That was the first time you made a sex tape together. And it definitely wasn’t the last.

It was almost three times a week that you would film yourselves. There was something about it that was so exciting and sexy. It was a deeply intimate and vulnerable moment between you two and filming it to watch over and over again made it much more fun for some reason. It was very casual though, you weren't worried about getting certain shots, about anyone viewing it, it was just two University students filming themselves for fun.

Until it wasn’t.

You couldn’t remember who suggested you upload the videos to PornHub, but you do remember sitting on his bed in his frat house, watching the video slowly upload to the website.

“I can still cancel it, if you want to change your mind.” He reminded you.

But you didn’t cancel it, you both watched it upload with no regret in sight. You stared at the video for minutes, watching the view count. When the number went from 0 to 1 you both jumped. Someone just watched you two have sex.

Though it wasn’t your initial intention to make money from this, when you woke up to 100,000 views on your first video, after going to bed with under 50, and 20,000 subscribers, it wasn’t a conversation you could avoid. You were two broke students who needed extra money…and now you could get that by just having sex.

“I mean it’s not a bad idea…we’ve already made 100 dollars, for one video.” You said, pacing back and forth in your dorm room while Harry sat on your bed. “I guess I just worry about people finding out…our friends, our parents…that’s the only thing I worry about.”

Harry thought for a moment. “Fuck ‘em.” He shifted to the edge of the bed and grabbed your arm to pull you closer. “We’re making good money just off one video, we’re not showing our faces, it would be a wasted opportunity. Who cares what other people think, assuming they’d ever even find out.”

“I know……but we can’t tell anyone, if they find out, they find out, but let’s just try to keep it a secret as long as possible.”

Harry gave you a kiss, letting his lips linger on yours for a moment, until he moved to your jawbone, then your neck.

“Plus, I’ve been enjoying having these…..watching my pretty girl get fucked whenever I want…and you’re so good on camera, you’re a natural. You’re pretty moans…pushing your beautiful tits together, I want people to watch us, knowing I’m the only one who gets to fuck you.”

So you continued making videos. You still weren’t worried about the quality, it was the only art form where people were quite content with quantity over quality.

You still didn’t show your faces, only shooting videos from the neck down as he fucked you in missionary, setting the camera up behind you as you were riding him, and yet, people loved it.

You were getting millions of views per video with thousands of comments…people were actually taking the time to create an account and comment on a porn video for you guys. They loved how gentle Harry was with you while also being dominant, how he praised you, gave you the best aftercare, sometimes even stopping before his orgasm to cuddle with you and help you come down from yours. They loved your moans and how you knew how to be a perfect mix of sweet and sexy.

Comments (1.3k)

User497063848:

i’ve never commented on a video before but i created an account just to let you know how perfect this video is 👍

KeeponWorking0527

I need a relationship like this. You two are perfect.

cherryangel444

he is sooooo hot,,,she is very lucky

Keepcumming8742

→ HE is the lucky one she has such a perfect body

It wasn’t long until you felt like porn celebrities.

You were constantly being featured on the home page, people in your comments were begging for more videos minutes after you just posted…but most of all, they were dying to see your faces.

“I mean…it’s not a horrible idea, and a lot of people are demanding it.” Harry pointed out, as you debated whether or not to reveal your identities.

“But it’s also something we can’t take back…once our faces are out there, they’re out there forever.”

“That’s true…but is that such a bad thing? We'll make so much more money if we use our names and show our faces, that we'll be rich enough to just disappear if we end up regretting it.” Harry replied, knowing that pornstars who had a face to their content make way more money than anonymous performers. “We could buy a house in the Italian countryside as retired pornstars.”

You laughed as he outlined your future together. “This is something you’ve thought about a lot?”

“Of course I have, the only thing I’ve been worrying about since we started dating is how we’re going to comfortably spend the rest of our lives together, and we’re making a fuck ton of money…this is the only time that weight hasn’t been on my shoulders.”

You looked at him softly, not knowing he had been stressing over your future together. You would be lying if you said your life hadn’t improved once you became sex workers. Not having to worry about tuition, food, finances after graduating, you felt liberated.

“Let’s show our faces then.”

For your next video, not only did you show your faces but you upgraded everything. You went from iPhones to a professional camera and microphones, capturing the perfect shots and noises of each position.

You decided to film in Harry’s bedroom at his frat house while all his friends were at some party at a sorority. You could be as open and loud as you wanted. You swapped out Harry’s gray and navy blue sheets for some pretty florals that matched well with your lingerie.

Harry set up the camera on a tripod at the side of the bed as you waited on the bed, sitting on your heels. Once he hit the record he walked over to you, his hands immediately finding your hips and pulling you close.

“Tell me if you want to stop, or if you need a break, whatever you need.”

You nodded and smashed your lips onto his, eager to make your video. His hands roamed your entire body to highlight each feature for the camera.

“You look so sexy, I love this set.” He complimented you, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

“I figured I needed to wear my best for the special occasion.” You cheekily replied, pulling him down with you as you threw your bra aside and layed down on your back.

It wasn’t long until the camera was off the tripod and in Harry’s hand, filming you as he hovered above you, running his hands up your stomach and kneeding your breasts.

“So perfect.” He whispered, admiring your body.

His hands slowly fell to your panties, hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down. Teasing you, his fingers danced around your pussy, but never touching where you wanted him to.

“mmm, please Harry.” You whined, trying to roll your hips into his fingers. It felt odd to say his name on camera, which you had previously avoided doing.

“Okay, baby, I’ve got you.” He finally slid two fingers inside of you, causing you to let out a heavy breath and continue to roll your hips as he curled his fingers upward.

“So good, Harry.”

Your fingers found the waistband of his briefs in between your legs and pulled them down. As his cock sprang out you grabbed it and started to slowly jerk him off.

“Can I suck you off?” You ask, looking up at him and the camera.

You both definitely played up your sexuality when you were filming, because you knew how porn worked, but what made people like you so much is that it was still natural and realistic, it never crossed the line of being theatrical.

“Do you need to ask, pretty baby?” You gave him a satisfactory smile and shifted to where he was sitting on the bed, still holding the camera, and you sat on your knees in front of him.

You grabbed his cock again, using your mouth and lips to lick and kiss along his entire shaft. Your eyes stayed on him, and the lense of the camera, most of the time, giving them a seductive look.

“Such a perfect cock sucker.” Harry ogled, switching between looking directly at you and through the camera.

Your mouth found his tip, preparing him and yourself before lowering your mouth down repeatedly. You moaned as you pleased his cock, another thing your viewers loved. From your very first videos they would comment how you seemed to love Harry’s cock by your repetitive hums and moans as it was in your mouth.

FranksPH1985

Listen to how much she moans while his dick is in her mouth, she looks so perfect.

lovelylovely<3

her moaning every time he praises her as she sucks him 😩 you are such a cute couple!! 💞

User29394682031

She sucks him off like it’s her favorite pastime. Lucky man.

You eventually found yourself back on the bed, laying down in the same position you were prior, laying down on your back. This time, you held the camera as he laid down in between your legs.

He peppered kisses on your inner thighs until his mouth found your clit, giving an initial lick before lapping and sucking at it. Your free hand grabbed his hair, gripping and pulling as he pleasured you.

“Oh, fuck, Harry, that’s so fucking good.” You cried, lifting your hips up and down, unable to stay still.

“Yeah? You like your pussy licked sweet baby?” You moaned in response. He lifted one of your legs, pushing it to your chest to get better access as his motions sped up.

“Need you to fuck me, please Harry.” You said after a couple minutes, knowing you wouldn’t last much longer, but wanted to cum on his cock.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

He got off the bed and grabbed the tripod, placing it on the other side of the bed, focused on you two.

“Flip over, let me see you on your knees.” He requested in a dominant tone, helping you flip over.

He dragged his cock up and down against you as a way to tease you, which worked. You whimpered out impatiently, causing him to lay a light slap to your ass.

“Be patient baby, you’ll get my cock eventually, no need to be a whiney girl.”

He finally slid himself into you and pushed his entire length in, causing you to slightly wince. His pace was very quick from the get go, causing a string of long moans to repetitively leave your mouth.

“Uh huh, fuck Harry…please keep going.”

He stayed quiet, focusing on slamming his hips into your ass. You struggled to hold yourself up as he pounced into you, both your arms and legs almost giving out at his fast pace.

Your stomach began to churn, a familiar warmness beginning to fill your stomach. Then suddenly, right as you were nearing your orgasm, his thrusts drastically stopped, causing your breathing to hitch. As he started to move again, his thrusts stayed slow, feeling like there were minutes in between each one.

Taking matters into your own hands, after silent whines didn’t work, you started to back yourself into him, hoping to get as close to your orgasm as you once were. Harry immediately stopped you, roughly grabbed your hips and pulled you into him, bottoming himself out in you.

You cried out as you felt his long cock reach the deepest it could go.

“Shhh, shhh, stop baby.” He told you, leaning down to wrap an arm around you and talk in your ear. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you how I want? Or do we need to stop?”

“I’ll be good…please, I was about to cum Harry.” You complied. He gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaning back up.

“I know baby, I know. We’ll get you there.”

After continuing working on an extremely slow pace from behind, he turned you around, so you were still on your hands and knees, but now facing him. Taking your chin in his hand, he looked down at you.

“Can you suck my dick again?” He kindly asked. You almost laughed, this was one of his ways he liked to edge you, roughly work on you until you were so close to climaxing, then take all the attention off you. You can’t say you didn’t mind it, it made the orgasm 10x, and your viewers sure didn’t mind.

“You’re so mean.” You sarcastically said, trying to hide your smile.

“Oh, I know, so mean.” He replied, pouting his lip.

You grabbed his cock again, giving it all your attention, knowing that would get him back to fucking you sooner. Your ass stayed in the air, almost as if you were trying to entice him. And it definitely worked as he leaned forward to move his cock farther into your throat and to grab a handful of your ass.

Once you couldn’t take it anymore, you kissed up his abdomen, coming and crawling toward him.

“Please Harry.” You begged, leaning in to kiss him with your pouty lip. “I’ve only asked nicely, and I’ve been good.”

“I know you have baby, you’ve been so good. Why don’t you lay down for me, hmm? On your back.”

You didn’t hesitate. You placed your back on bed and opened your legs as if there was no time to waste.

“Let’s grab you a pillow, make sure you’re comfy.” He grabbed a pillow and placed it under your head. Once you were finally situated, his thrusts went back to a steadily fast past.

Harry placed one of your legs on his shoulder, holding the other one at his side as he watched your breast bounce at the rhythm of his thrusts.

“So fucking pretty…I love watching you.” He admired you. You didn’t reply, letting your repeated moans speak for themselves.

“Harry, ‘m so close.” You cried out, arching your back.

“Let go baby, wanna feel you squeeze my cock.” He encouraged you.

You reached back, grabbing a fistful of your pillow and letting your mouth fall open in pleasure . Your stomach twisted again until you reached your peak, your orgasm erupting through you. It was almost like you blackedout from how powerful it was. You squeezed your eyes shut as all the sound around you was shut out.

Your breathing was heavy as you came down, like you had just run 5 miles. Harry’s pace slowed again, letting your now sensitive body rest.

“Need a break, baby?” This was the question he always asked after bringing you to an orgasm, knowing they could be quite powerful. It was something both you and your fans found endearing (and hot).

cycybaby1999

notice how he immediately checks in on her after she cums? 🥺 take notes men!

CherryLoved

The hottest thing a man can do is give you aftercare before he finishes. Y’all are so perf. 🫶

He pulled himself out of you, laid beside you and pulled you into his chest. He gently rubbed your back and rested his lips on your head.

“My legs are so shaky.” You noticed, smiling into his chest.

He chucked, looking down at your trembling limbs. “Poor girl,” He kissed your head and continued to help you come down. You felt your eyes become heavy, Harry’s now steady heart putting you to sleep. “All done?” He questioned, still rubbing your back.

“No, no, I wanted you to cum on my face.” He chuckled at your blatant vulgarity. “I thought it would be a good shot for our face reveal.”

You kneeled back down on the floor as Harry grabbed the camera again. You spit in your hand and began rubbing his shaft, using a mix of your spit and cum to get him off. The camera picked up Harry’s heavy, now unsteady, breathing as his orgasm approached.

He freed one of his hands and held the back of your hair before cumming all over your face. He took a moment to let the camera capture the white fluid that laid on your lips, cheek, and forehead.

After Harry gave you his sweet aftercare and stopped filming, you both cleaned up before getting back into his bed.

“That was so perfect, baby.” He complimented you as you rested against his chest, wearing one of his shirts and his sweatpants. “You still want to upload it?” He asked, clarifying once again.

“Of course, I think people will really like it…At least I did.”

Three days later, the video was uploaded and quickly became your highest viewed video, and the comments overwhelmingly positive.

Finally doing a face reveal!!! | HARRY & Y/N

CherryLoved

OMG??? YOU GUYS ARE WAY HOTTER THAN I IMAGINED?!?!

User29394682031

Never thought I’d see this day. Very hot.

lovelylovely<3

you guys are sooooo cute 😩😩😩 im going to love watching you even more now!!!

cycybaby1999

damn girl, you are so gorg !!!

FranksPH1985

Big day for horny people.

You would open your computer every morning and read all the wonderful comments you were getting, which motivated you to make more and more videos.

“This is crazy…we’re going to become sex fiends after this.” You joked as you sat in his bed.

“So not much will change.” He joked back.

As you continued to read through each comment, your phone dinged from the nightstand. It was a text from your roommate.

Laila

Are you and Harry pornstars?

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Javelin

Ona Batlle x Reader

Summary: You and Ona are each other's homes

The first time you met Ona, she kicked you in the face with a football.

In revenge, you threw it straight back at her and she accidentally lost a tooth from the impact.

You'd been best friends ever since then and your parents could barely keep the pair of you separated.

And as with all things like that, a relationship was naturally the next step.

Fumbles in the back rooms of the family home, making out in your room during family reunions, a kiss after Ona scores in an important match.

And all of those soft, teenage fumbles transformed into something much more beautiful.

You'd followed her to Manchester when she left Spain.

It had taken a lot, uprooting your whole life and moving to a different country whose language you hadn't paid much attention to in school.

Ona helped though.

Ona always helped.

That had always been the case.

Ona helped you and you helped her.

Your training never really went as long as hers. You weren't away from home as often as Ona was. Throwing a javelin wasn't quite as physically draining as football was so you were able to cook dinner and clean up and go to almost all of her matches to support her.

"That smells good."

Arms close around your waist gently and a head rests between your shoulder blades.

"Taste," You say, bringing a spoon up to Ona's lips straight from the pot," Good? Too salty? Not salty enough?"

"Perfect," Ona says," Perfect like always. You spoil me."

"You deserve to be spoiled."

Ona giggles a little, a soft kiss being pressed against your neck as she moves away. "I'll grab the plates."

You make a home in Manchester together before Barcelona come knocking and you're more than willing to return to Spain again.

You get another coaching team. You train in the heat.

You and Ona discuss a dog but nothing has come of it just yet. You bask in each other's company. You return to family reunions and seeing Ona's family on the weekend right until the summer.

The run up to the Olympics is brutal.

You're both tired and drained but it's a dream to represent Spain on a stage like that, to show people around the world just what you can do.

People watch events that they don't usually watch and if you can even convert one person into a javelin fan then it'll be an Olympics well spent.

You have your goals for this Olympics and Ona has hers.

And you hate seeing that her goals will be left unfinished.

"Hey..." You say gently as she approaches you at the barrier," I'm sorry."

You can see her putting on a brave face. You know it's fake.

You lean over and gently draw her closer.

Spain hadn't made it to the final. They'd lost the bronze medal.

Ona had lost the bronze medal.

Your own gold medal for javelin feels like a weight in your bag, heavy and you wish you could throw it in the river so Ona wouldn't be able to see it.

But you know that she knows you won it.

She'd sent a very long rambling text before setting up an accompanying phone call where she declared her love for you and told you how proud she was and how she couldn't wait to see your medal.

Now though, you don't want her to see it.

You don't want her to see it because you know she'll be reminded of what she's just lost and you can't do that to her.

You won't do that to her.

You refuse to do that to her.

So you hold Ona against you now as she rests her head in your shoulder and you play with the soft baby hairs that rest on the back of her neck.

"We've got a break now," You whisper to her, voice quiet and soft and everything she needs to hear right now," We'll go somewhere hot. With a beach. We'll relax and have some fun before the season starts again. Relax and reset."

"I wanted to win you a medal," Ona chokes out against your skin," I know you've already got one but-But I wanted to get you another one."

"I don't need another one," You assure her," I've got you. That's enough for me."

[moonstruckme]

love of my life, queen of all things smut and marauders..........I have a request if you don't mind 😈 I was thinking of this with Sirius, but it could truly be whoever you think fits. But what do you think of a fic where reader x Sirius have sex for the first time (FWB, relationship, whatever fits the vibe), and Sirius finishes and moves his attention to reader who goes "oh it's alright, I've never been successful at that part of sex before...." & then it becomes this fun challenge for Sirius who spends the rest of the evening finding out what works for her until he finally gets her off 😃 xoxoxoxooxoxoxo

Thanks for the request and for weathering the long wait gorgeous Elle <3

cw: smut mdni, reader is afab and has trouble with orgasming

fwb!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Fuck.” Sirius’ forehead crashes into yours, his breath hot on your lips. “Are you close?” 

“You should come.” Your voice is tight, strained, though not nearly so much as his. 

“Not before you.” 

“Please, Sirius.” You both moan as he thrusts deeper inside you, your legs squeezing tight around his middle. “Please, I want you to.” 

“I don’t—shit.” 

His brow tenses along with the rest of him as he spills into you. You feel the condom fill up with a heady satisfaction. You run your hands up his back soothingly, until he relaxes into you. 

“Fuck, gorgeous.” Sirius tilts his face to kiss at the slope of your cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I would…you just feel too good, have you gotten that complaint before?”

You laugh. “It’s not usually a complaint.” 

“No, but in this case…” He tuts, picking his head up to look at you. You expect to be self-conscious—it’s your first time seeing each other like this, and part of you is still fighting the urge to cover up and preserve your modesty—but the heavy drag of his gaze only makes you feel admired. “Well, anyways, sorry. How close are you?” 

“Oh, it’s okay.” You smile at him. Your finger traces the line of a tattoo on his bicep. “Don’t worry about it. I had fun.” 

Sirius blinks, and then his brows come down. “Hold on, that’s not fair. I want to get you off.” 

“Sirius, it’s really fine. I’m not…” You hesitate. You and Sirius have been friends for a while; it’s not as though you haven’t shared secrets before. And given what you’ve just shared with each other, you shouldn’t probably be embarrassed, but… “I haven’t exactly been…successful at that part of sex before.” 

Sirius’ eyebrows furrow as though he doesn’t quite understand what you mean. 

“I haven’t come,” you clarify. 

His eyes widen, lips parting. It’s horrendously attractive, worse with him still inside you. “You haven’t?” 

You shake your head. 

“Not ever?” 

You shake your head again. 

“Not even by yourself?” 

“Let’s just assume the answer to all of these questions is going to be no.” He shifts in you slightly, and you squirm. “Can you…?” 

“Oh. Yeah, sorry.” Sirius pulls out of you, looking somewhat awed. “So, forgive me, but what exactly are you getting out of this if you don’t expect to come?” 

You give him a droll look. “I guess I’m just a giver.” 

It’s more true than you let on. You enjoyed yourself more than you expected just now, watching Sirius come, knowing it was the sight of you and the feel of your flesh under his hands that did it. You hope he lets you do it again.

“I don’t have to come to have good sex,” you say in a more genuine tone. “It’s still fun for me.” 

“Right. Right, yeah, but—” 

“Listen, I’m only telling you so you don’t take it personally. It’s not a you thing, it’s just…” You gesture helplessly. “I’m not sure I can.” 

Sirius looks indignant. “I’m sure you can.” 

“I haven’t found any proof.” 

“Well, it’s—there’s a first time for everybody, doll. Can I try?” 

You sit up, drawing your legs closer and forcing him to sit back. “I told you, it’s not you.” 

“It could be me, though.” He grins roguishly. 

You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. “Don’t make this a pride thing.” 

“I’m not. I’m not, babe.” Sirius scoots towards you. He looks at you, sincere. “But it could be any number of factors, you know? Maybe you just haven’t tried the right thing, or there’s a lubrication issue, or something. It would be fun to try.” 

You rub your lips together. “It’d probably be a waste of time. And I don’t want you to be disappointed if it doesn’t work.” 

“I won’t be,” he promises. He crawls toward you on the bed, taking your ankle in hand to tug you closer. Your heart riots at the sight. “Let’s waste some time, gorgeous. I’ve got nothing else to do tonight. And you said you have fun even if you don’t finish, right?” 

“Right,” you admit. 

Sirius grins, flashing canines. “Lay back, then. Let me play with you a while.” 

It doesn’t take long to figure out that lubrication is not the issue. Between Sirius’ hands and his mouth, you’re spilled like warm honey across his sheets in minutes. He bites marks into your thighs, goes from gentle to masochistic to gentle again with his hands on your breasts, curls his fingers inside you so that you make sounds you don’t recognize. All the while, he calls you sweet names rolled up in taunts, making your cheeks burn and your body seem to give up any will of its own. It begins to feel cruel; the combination of who Sirius is and what he can do to you.

But it’s when he uses his tongue that you start to tremble. 

Your hand clamps blindly down on his shoulder, caught between keeping him close and pushing him away. Sirius’ hum, heavy with smugness and intrigue, is a vibration like you’ve never felt before. He takes your clit into his mouth. 

It’s altogether too much and not enough. You shift your hips, gasping, but after a while your breaths even into a steadier pant. You start to adjust to this new pleasure. Just when you think you’ve got it under control, you’re safe, Sirius slips his wicked fingers into your entrance again. 

“There you are.” His voice thrums with satisfaction as he kisses your clit. “You’ve been so good, sweetheart. So patient.” 

“Sirius, I—”

“What?” 

“I feel—” 

“What, pretty girl?” 

“Sirius.” 

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m being mean.” He nibbles ever so gently at your clit, making you jolt away from him. Your walls clench around his fingers. “You’re just so much fun when you’re worked up like this, I can’t help myself.” 

He curls his fingers into that torturous spot along your inner wall, and what you want isn’t more sensation, but you can no longer find the words to tell him so. You dig your nails into Sirius’ shoulders and squeeze your eyes shut, feeling on the precipice of something great and terrible. Some kind of wreckage. 

“You’re okay, doll,” Sirius soothes. “You’re just fine. You like this, don’t you? Don’t you want to come?” 

With his low, sweet question, you do. You wreck like a ship against the shoreline. Splintering, screaming, crashing and drowning. Sirius laughs like the enemy vessel as you do.

It’s some time later when the stars clear from behind your eyes. You let out a shuddering breath. “Fuck.” 

“Mhm. That’s usually how it goes.” Sirius is all tenderness now. He kisses up your sweaty, overworked abdomen until he reaches your collarbone, where he nibbles rewardingly. “Good job, sweetness. And good job me, if I do say so myself.” 

You open your eyes to peek at him through your lashes. “Aren’t I supposed to say so?” 

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your chin. “Fairly sure you just did. I wouldn’t have guessed you had sounds like that in you.” 

“Me neither,” you admit. 

“Well, now I’ve got something new to work towards, I suppose.” 

“Sirius,” you sigh. “That was the first time I’ve ever come, and it took nearly an hour. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do that again.” 

“Oh, such a defeatist.” Sirius cups your face in his hands, thumbs moving sweetly down your cheeks as he presses a firm kiss to your lips. “I meant getting those sounds out of you again. But don’t worry, gorgeous, we’ll manage both.”

[trinnityn]

Countess Kiramman

Warnings: 18+ content below. vampire!cait, reader is on her period, pussy eating, biting, hair pulling, tit slapping, orgasm denial, tit sucking, did all that with the cloak still on so if you're into that, its a win, BARELY proofread

A/N: Happy late valentines day! i was busy chat💔 love you all though tysm for the likes on my last post🥳

you lay in bed, your room desolate and dark with the blinds shut as you pressed a hand onto your abdomen. its valentines day. you should be spending time with your girlfriend, not cooped up in your room like this! but can you really blame urself? your stomache feels like its been stomped on and- your thoughts were cut short as soon as you heard your door click, a slight creak following as it opened.

you turned slightly, and there she was. your girlfriend stood at the door of your bedroom, her cloak draped over her shoulders as the high collar over exaggerates her figure, bouquet at hand and chocolates at another. "may i?" she questioned with a slight tilt to her head. you nodded before cait extended a foot in.

she walked in before taking a seat on the side of your bed and carefully putting down her gifts on your nightstand before placing a soothing hand on your shoulder as she uttered out gently "how are you feeling, sweetheart?" all cait got was a whine from your lips. she took the initiative and spooned you from behind, pressing a soft kiss to the column of your neck.

"shh.. its okay, honey. you dont have to respond. just let me take care of you, okay?" caitlyn didnt wait for an answer as she worked her hand all the way down to your abdomen, massaging in a pattern in order to soothe your ache.

a small whine escaped her throat as she murmured "feels good.." cait's mouth twitched up to a small smile as she whispered gently "look at me. dont turn away from me." you turned your head to the side as your gaze meets cait's. her smile seemed to widen before leaning in for a kiss.

she deepened the kiss, her hand snaking behind your head to pull you in as she closed her eyes, nipping at your bottom lip for access you instinctively let her in, her tongue plunging into your mouth in a passionate kiss.

caitlyn adjusted her position so she was hovering ontop of you, she reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. "heard that an orgasm can actually relieve cramps." she mumbled agaisnt your lips. "you wanna give me one then?" you teased back with a small grin.

caitlyn trailed kisses down to your collarbones as her hands worked to unbutton your shirt, she stilled her movements to whisper softly "why do you think im trying to undress you right now?" before resuming. her hands succesfully let your top get undone, cait eyed at your tits before taking one of your hardened buds into her warm mouth.

you let out a satisfied sigh, placing a hand onto caitlyn's head as you caressed it softly, caitlyn looked up with you with an almost predatory gaze. she took her time switching from one nipple to the other as she sucked, producing a lewd slurping sound that went straight to your core before she let go of your nipple with a wet, obscene pop.

"where do you think i should touch next?" she poked fun at you with a smirk, knowing how you've been rubbing your thighs together for the slightest bit of friction to relieve the throb in between them. "cait.." you whined, elongating her name on your tongue.

you cup her cheeks as you run a thumb on her bottom lip, dragging it down slightly to reveal her sharp fangs. "just admit you're hungry." cait bit on your thumb slightly, hard enough to draw blood as it trickled into her mouth. you winced in pain.

"cait.. ouch." you withdrew your hands "im sorry. i didnt mean to bite that hard, i was being incautious." she spoke with remorse before she grabbed your wrist gently and placed an apologetic kiss onto the open cut. "may i countinue, darling?" You nodded with a small, reassuring smile.

caitlyn's focus trailed down to the waistband of your panties, hooking a finger onto them. her eyes looked into yours, searching for a twinge of hesitation in them. you nodded and caitlyn immediately jumped into action at the green light.

she slid down your panties at a leisurely pace before throwing them aside, revealing your glistening red cunt to her hungry gaze. it took every part of her being to not pounce onto you immediately. she gently coaxed your legs to open wider with a hand on both thighs.

your body cant help but surrender to her and let her handle every movement. she lifted a leg on each side of her shoulders before placing a small kiss on your twitching clit.

"remember your safeword, darling?" her hands rested on the underside of your thighs. "blue." you responded albeit impatiently. "good girl." she promptly resumed to the task at hand, diving into your crimson red coated folds. as she looked up attentively at every slight change in your features.

"cait.." you cried out as your face contorted into pleasure. small moans exited your throat as her tongue delved deeper into your sopping cunt, feeding her appetite with the tangy, coppery taste of blood.

her nose nudged on your clit as she drank in every fluid. her desperation producing wet, sloppy sounds before her hand traveled up to cup one of your breasts, taking your nipple inbetween her index finger and thumb. rolling it slowly, pinching it up.

your back arched instictively at the action. each motion of caitlyn's tongue in your tight chanel sparking stars in your vision, head rolling back as your hands fists the sheets underneath. you murmur breathlessly inbetween a string of wanton moans "cait.. im gonna cum.. let me cum, please."

a sharp slap landed on your breast as she looked up at you, an unspoken threat laid behind her eyes. "cait.. please." you pleaded as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, the sting of your incoming orgasm stimulating your body further.

cait proceeds with pleasuring you, her hand resuming it's place on your boob. her own whimpers were muffled, vibrating against your pussy. your hand snaked to make a makeshift ponytail as your gripped onto caitlyn's hair, forcing caitlyn's ministrations deeper into your folds.

caitlyn hummed contently, but you? you were anything but content. the burn of your prolonged orgasm made your back arch as you pleaded "cait, please.. i cant hold it back anymore." your whimpers only getting more distressed.

caitlyn's tongue only got harsher on their relentless assault to your weeping pussy. your hips stuttered as they arched up, unable to restrain yourself anymore, you go against caitlyn's order as you finally let go of the coil tightening in your abdomen.

a lengthy moan of caitlyn's name left your throat as the small bud twitched as you gushed onto caitlyn's face. she quickly latched her mouth onto your aching clit to catch any stray drops into her mouth.

your orgasm eventually subsides as caitlyn's movements stagnated, pressing a farewell kiss to your wet slit as she lifted her face up.

"cait- im so sorry about your face, and i-" your panicked inquiry was interrupted by her chuckling, her pearly whites poking out as they were stained with blood.

"save your apologies after your punishment, darling." she uttered softly against your neck before sinking in her canines into the smooth skin of your neck.

this is going to be a long night.

A/N: can you tell this is rushed? this sucks so hard tbh. im gonna be releasing some vi hcs later today if i have the time LMAO cause i barely had any for this 1. love you all💗

-XOXO, Trinnifer 💋

[sagittariusmarz]

Future spouse’s fun facts (pac) *follower request

Pile 1

I see that your future spouse is someone who has great memory or photographic memory, they’re someone who can easily charm people. They may have a lot of friends/associates or be very knowledgeable within their community. I see that their physical appearance is alluring and draws in a lot of people, they could be known for their great looks and outgoing personality. I see that they’re someone who may have a loud voice and doesn’t mind getting attention, they could be tall, nice teeth or big teeth/big smile. They may be white or light skin with a low hair cut or a haircut where they have hair up top and it’s short on the sides and back. They may come from somewhere with a lot of grass, trees or forests. They may like to go outside often/spend time in nature or take walks/hikes, they’re someone who has more than one side to them so they can be patient and calm even though theyre known to be loud and full of energy. They may work well if groups or with other people, they try to get along with other people even if someone doesn’t like them. Signs- Leo, Taurus, Aquarius. cancer in 4th or 6th house. Initial- A, W, E, G, B, V, X

Pile 2

I see that your future spouse is someone who tends to stay to themselves, they’re don’t have a lot of friends and they prefer to have a small circle. They’re someone that intimidates a lot of people with out trying to, they have a lot of layers to them and they’re not quick to open up to people. I see that they’re mysterious and they like to travel or be outside often, they’re someone who’s always doing something to keep themselves busy. They don’t like stagnancy and may like to change often or do new things often, theyre someone who’s shy and they may not know how to verbally express themselves well. They come from somewhere hot where people don’t often have to wear heavy clothing, they may come from somewhere with alot of sand/dirt and large bodies of water or a place with alot of lakes and ponds. Your spouse may have feminine features, they may be on the shorter side or shorter than you. They may be mixed with more than one race/ they may have light skin or brown skin, they could have curly hair and they may be on the heavier side or have thick legs/thighs. Signs- libra/sagittarius, Pisces in the 7th/aquarius in 3rd house. Initials- H, D, Z

Pile 3

I see that they’re someone who’s competitive and they like to give it their all when they really love or care about something, they’re energetic/sometime aggressive and a good listener. They’re very involved in everything they do and they like to live in the present, they’re someone who doesn’t daydream or lose their track of mind often. They’re aware and they pay attention to everything even when it doesn’t seem like it, they’re good at keeping things to themselves or playing mind games. They’re good at self reflection and analyzing, they’re always finding ways to change and improve. They may be someone who prefers to move on from things that are emotionally difficult without fully addressing it, they’re always finding don’t like to show when they’re sad or upset. They’re good at hiding their feelings and may not know how to deal with other people’s feelings, they have strong dominant/masculine energy. I see that they come from somewhere that has a lot of natural disasters or it rains a lot, it could be close to a big body of water like a ocean or they may live on a island/near a island. They could be tall or taller than you and they may be dark skin or have darker skin than you, they may have athletic build or you can tell they take care of their body. They may walk fast or they seem to always be in a rush, they’re someone who’s a giver and they’re generous/helpful. They’re self sufficient and multitalented, they say yes to a lot of opportunities that comes to them and they love doing activities. Signs- Leo/virgo, Aquarius in 3rd or 10th house. Initial- C, W, H, V

Personal readings always available

Divider by @enchanthings-a PNGs by @trash-pngs @eternalgyu @i-hani

[ginggain]

What sport did you used to play? Also, what made you finally give in and eat yourself into a lardass

So I played baseball, football, and hockey! I also tried just about everything growing up from running to soccer to basketball. I would always run and I was a very fast runner, and decent at most sports too but I was always the tall skinny kid, so after high school into college I decided to put on more weight (first pic is start of college second is end) so I put on about 15-20 pounds after high school, mostly muscle and I loved it, I loved feeling bigger and more dominant, I loved being hungrier and being able to eat more, and at this point I had already been exposed to feederism but I never considered it for myself. One night in college I decided to just go get a bunch of food and eat until I couldn’t anymore… then my greatest orgasm ever happened lmaoooo… it felt so different and so good, I pictured myself growing larger and larger and feeling so much better the heavier I got. I didn’t really try to stuff too much after then, just making sure to eat consistent, I didn’t know if it was what I wanted yet in life but it was definitely there.

So then on and off for about two years after that I bounced from living in my college town to living back home to eventually finding my own place. I stuck around 160 for a lot of that time in there, would work on the road and lose 10 pounds here sometimes more, so I could never consistently hit the gym or consistently stuff and eat. Then about a year ago I slowly slipped back in, I started stuffing again, I started spending days at a time just eating and growing. I loved the feeling and I loved how greedy I was and felt. Over time I became a lot bigger in the community and a lot bigger person lmao. From august of ‘24 till now I have put on around 30 pounds and I have loved how fast it has piled on and I have never felt better about my body. The itch to keep growing and to see just how fat you can be never goes away, you forget about it and it grows and grows in your mind until you turn right back to it :) I fully have plans on this being my life now. I’m ready to give it all up, I’ve had my fun in my past smaller body, done everything I could really do with it and I’ve just always wanted to experience a whole different lifestyle of being big and every move revolves around food. I so badly yearn to be that biggest person in the room at any time, just eyes drawing towards you wondering how a person could possibly become that big. Not knowing my whole past life of being fit and healthy. Plus I know a lot of you find it quite hot how a person decides to make drastic changes that effects every part of their life :)) hope you all enjoyed reading!!

P.s what I mean by being unrecognizable is like to compleeeeetly change forms, so that my arms don’t even look the same, so that so much fat grows on my neck and face it makes it not even look like who I used to be, just someone drowning in their own lard, knowing they did it to themselves and knowing they are too physically big to turn it around. That’s unrecognizable.

[dinkerr]

situationship vi with masc reader and you two film tapes together. yeah... i just busted everywhere. (two recs from annons put into one, nsfw under cut)

situationship vi who's a good friend of yours. she has a good way of showing her support to your mutual friends (and you, and though the two of you have established better ways, but that's only for the two of you and her casset player to know). she lets you borrow a few of her rings when you point then out one time, taking them off her fingers and sliding them onto yours. she feels naked without the thick silver on her, but you've seen her like that enough times to not care that much.

situationship vi who has her dads dive bar in brooklyn as the main group hang out spot. you like it there, the lights and music, the suggestive posters of women in different art styles, the teenagers snorting coke in the bathroom and the range of alcohol- it's your environment.

situationship vi who usually always goes home with some femme with half her ass out or some masc with pretty eyes and piercings, always saying her half drunk goodbye to the group before she does so. she's cute like that.

situationship vi who has the same kinds of suggestive posters in her dads bar hung up in her apartment, taking your eyes off her bouncing tits when you're fucking her with your strap and looking to the side only to let out a little laugh st the sight of a woman sitting on a motorbike, top less with an AK-47 in her hand. you start teasing her about it the next time you see her, which makes her scoff and tell you "how dare you make fun of stacy"

situationship vi who starts yearning for you after the first time you two hook up. how can she not? you're kind. alluring. she misses you when you're not in her bed. she has a few group photos of you but it's nothing in comparison to you during the real thing, when she's eating your pussy and your thighs are on either sides of her head, your short hair sprawled across her pillow.

situationship vi who, when the two of you are lying naked and sweaty in her bed, says that she misses you and the sex you two have when you're not around. she's skipping over her words out of pure embarrassment and wishing she could sink into the comfort of her mattress and stay in there forever. you mention filming, the two of you ultimately agreeing with it as long as the two of you can borrow the ones you want to watch for yourselves.

situationship vi who will film anything remotely sexual to do with you after getting your consent in the moment, and she isn't shy. she doesn't muffle her moans or try to hide her face, and she doesn't let you do any of that either.

situationship vi who asks you to stop and if you can set up her camera on her bedside table so she can watch back on you fucking her in doggy. you don't want to stop pounding into her, but you pause momentarily to comply, caressing the marks your rings left on her lips with your thumbs. you lean over to open her draw and pull out said small camera to stand it against an empty glass all while still inside her, beginning to thrust your hips again after pressing the small button on the side to record.

situationship vi who looks straight into the camera lens when you're filming her eating you out, your free hand resting ontop of your head. it's one of your favourites to look back on, with how you can see her pierced tounge lapping and your pussy and her nose bumping against your swollen clit, your moans so loud from how good she is at what she's doing.

vi, who after the have a lengthy conversation and get together, practically combines your wardrobes into eachother. it's practically just a massive extension for the two of you when you have full access to her clothes and the jewellery that she's not incredibly emotionally attached to. you two go thrifting together. that's it. butchmasc lesbian couple thrifting together.

masc reader isn't HEAVILY applied in this because i always like to try to include any type of reader (femme, butch, masc, stem, etc) so i'm sorry if this is ass. i think i'll write an actual, improved proper fic on this over next week because i feel that this did not do justice at ALL but the one fic i have posted flopped terriblyyyy please let me known with how i can improve on this and what i should do

[likae]

hey, if youre still taking requests I'd love to read some fluff lillia x reader from you. Maybw something like readers love language is touch and they just love kissing lillias hands, forehead, lips, neck just all over her all the time and it flusters her evertyme

You’re My Moonlight’s Call (L.C.)

starring : lilia calderu x fem reader

sypnosis : on a chilly night, you moon gaze with your beloved. seated atop her lap, you can’t help but shower her with affection. she gets flustered and.. well.. so do you.

content : fluff. affection. love!

word count : 491

to anonymous : FROM ME?!? YOU WANNA READ SOMETHING FROM ME?!? PLEASE SHUT THE FRONT GATE. YOURE SO SWEET. i am in tears. I know this is, like, super short and I have a confession to make… I cannot do affection without internally crying inside. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I wrote this with my whole heart and soul so i really hope u like it. 🫡 And genuinely! Thank you, thank you SO SOOO MUCH for the request! It fills my heart with glee! And for being such a sweetheart too 🥹

As you and Lilia gazed upon the everlasting moon that adorned the night sky, the cold breeze blew. Being affected by the chill, you snuggled closer to Lilia’s neck. You were seated on her lap, your arms wrapped around her.

“Is it getting cold, love? We can go back inside?” She offered. Her brown eyes focused on you; the moonlight highlighted her curls.

“I’m having fun watching the moon with you, Lils.” Your breath fanned her neck, and she found comfort in it. The close proximity between you both spoke in a language you both understood—it didn’t need translating. Just as you clung to her for warmth, she wrapped her arms around you for security.

Lilia gazed at the moon, lovingly so. She always seemed to look at it with great admiration. You picked your head up from off her shoulder to look at the moon again; its many craters scrutinized under your curious gaze. Lilia’s arm moved from your shoulder to your hip, and you found her hand to connect your fingers together. She responded in kind by affirming your touch. You turned to look at her. And how beautiful she looked.

You brought the back of her hand to your lips—gently placing a kiss on it. She seemed to be somewhat surprised but not quite—as if she should’ve expected it to begin with. You met her eyes and planted another kiss, this time on her wrist, as you brought her hand to cup your cheek. Her eyes swirled with affection and adoration.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you more,” she replied, idly drawing strokes on your cheek.

You smiled at her touch, basking yourself in her love. You softly pulled away from her touch and nestled your face in her neck again. The gentleness of the moment set in between you both, and your heart fuzzed with endearment. Without much thought, you planted a kiss on the side of her neck. Lilia’s breath stiffened, and you could feel the slight beat of her quickened pulse. Her temperature became warmer, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. She didn’t comment, watching the moon more intently. You felt the need to pull her leg a bit more, planting a kiss on her cheek.

She turned to look at you as if to say, “Stop it,” but there was no mistaking the pink that tinted her cheeks. The pale moonlight above only ever made her look more ethereal than before—something that never failed to steal your breath. Lilia Calderu never failed to steal your breath.

To break you away from your thoughts, Lilia cupped your cheek once more—this time planting a kiss atop your nose. You jump from your skin a little. A little embarrassed, you bury your face in her neck to avoid her loving eyes; the rise in her temperature made her warmer than before.

“I love you,” she whispered in undying love.

“I love you more.”

p.s. : hi guys… how we feelin’? happy valentine’s day to u all! i genuinely hope hope hope u enjoyed ur day! and hey… my dms are open. don’t be shy to drop in a message anytime shall u ever wish to, hehe :3 !! as always, plz take care of urselves! tuck yoself in bed kindly. (i say as im covered in pillows.)

[shurikensgang]

(For Valentine's Day)

"Aaaand, done," Ai said, holding an applicator and bottle of silicone tint.

Cassidy sighed. "Finally. I can't believe I let you talk me into wearing this."

Ai smirked and smugly said, "Iiiiiiiiii didn't have to do anything. You were happy to let me doll you up for Shuriken."

Cassidy's artificial blush was covered by a real one.

"I-I was most certainly not."

Ai's smirk only grew. "Suuure you weren't. You didn't fight me at all this time. Heheheh, if anything, it threw me off just how cooperative you were. I think I saw you smile as I did your wings." She giggled.

Cassidy grumbled before looking at herself in her bedroom's full body mirror, which Ai had begged her to get, even paying for part of it.

She was in her grey sleeveless dress, her legs in their heels transformation. Along with the usual brushing, her hair had been styled, the long black locks now just a bit wavy. Her visor displayed both of her red eyelights, each with a wing that was a tad bit more intricate and fancier than the usual ones Ai would draw, and her cheeks displayed a faded blush effect. Finally, her lips had been stained with a crimson silicone tint.

"I still feel like the red tint is a bit much," she said.

"Hey, T and Harlow both agreed with me on it being a good choice. And besides, this is a particularly romantic day, so if you're ever gonna get some use out of it, it makes sense to use it now."

"Whatever you say." She smiled at her younger sister. "Now are you done 'dolling me up' so I can leave?"

"Why do I feel like I should be offended in some way?" Ai shook it off. "Yeah, I'm done. I'd love to do more, but I can't hold you up."

"Thank you. I'm pretty sure Harlow left half an hour ago."

Ai stopped her sister. "Wait. Don't forget your purse."

A heavy sigh came from the older sister. She walked back to her desk and grabbed the purse sitting next to the sleeping Kobi's enclosure.

"I hope you have a great time, Cassie. Remember to give them to him."

"Yeah, yeah. Have fun at the festival."

The two sisters left the apartment and smiled at each other before heading their separate ways. Ai back to Door 1 to wait for Spectre to pick her up, and Cassidy to the gymnasium, where her first proper event in her new home was being held.

It was held in the gym. The lights were dimmed low and a bunch of drones were already there. The stage was dark, but it seemed to be getting prepped for something.

Cassidy would see the group hanging out at the now drinkable punch bowl.

Harlow was laughing with Brianna, who was wearing a nice light orange mini dress. Her hair was down and her eyes had wings on them. Abbey, who was wearing a strawberry coloured knee length dress was talking with Shuriken, who was wearing a grey tuxedo with a black tie. His hair was let down, with no beanie covering it.

Jonah was chatting with Maryam. He was wearing a maroon red tux with a navy tie, while Maryam was wearing a dark green tux-dress combo.

Brianna noticed Cassidy and smiled, beckoning her over.

[losernb]

Valentine's Day Surprise

Sevika’s never experienced  this before. Valentine's Day is a Piltover holiday, there’s no time for stuff like this in Zaun. She never would’ve known about it if she didn’t decide to take you and the girls out for a fun day last week.

Valentine’s Day:

“Look over there!” Jinx points, drawing Isha’s attention to the giant sign. It’s bright pink, covered in a bunch of hearts, and it reads:

Valentine’s Day Sale- All the chocolate, flowers, and plushies a girl could ever want!

Isha’s face lights up with excitement as she reads it. Candy, flowers, and a new teddy bear?! I want them! She signs eagerly towards Jinx.. 

“You gotta ask Sevika, she’s the one with the money.” Jinx says with a laugh.

Without hesitation, Isha dashes over to where you and Sevika are talking, tugging insistently at Sevika’s sleeve. Sevika looks down at her, brow raised in confusion.

“What’s wrong kid?” Sevika asks, voice hinting with confusion. Isha points to the sign, causing both you and Sevika to turn and look at it. You laugh a little, knowing why she was drawing your attention to it. 

“Looks like we know what we’re buying today.” You laugh and pick Isha up, settling her down on your hip and kissing her cheek. She giggles and throws both arms up, letting out a victorious squeal. Sevika rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh, “Alright, c’mon girls let’s go see what this is about.”

The four of you walk into the store, taking in the assortment of flowers and the piles of plushies. Isha and Jinx are mesmerized. Before you can blink, Isha wriggles out of your arms, grabbing Jinx’s hand and dragging her toward the stuffed animals.

“The hell is ‘Valentine’s Day’ anyway?” Sevika asks you, never having heard of it before. You grew up in Zaun as well so you had no clue. 

“Maybe we can go ask?” You suggest, walking up to the first worker you see. It’s an older lady who smiles when she sees the two of you. “Hello, what can I do for you lovely ladies?” She asks, smiling warmly.

“Hi, I just wanted to ask what Valentine’s Day is, I saw it on the sign outside.” You reply, offering back a small smile. 

The woman lets out a small laugh, “Oh dear, you’ve never heard of Valentine’s Day? Are you new to Piltover?”

You nod. “Yeah, actually. We don’t really have fancy holidays in Zaun—just birthdays and anniversaries, mostly.”

Sevika shifts beside you, resting a hand on your back—a habit of hers whenever she senses something’s off. You glance at her, noticing the subtle furrow in her brow.

Then, the woman’s smile fades. Her expression stiffens, her warmth turning to something colder.

“Oh,” she says, voice suddenly clipped. “Well, it’s a day to celebrate loved ones.” The words feel forced, like an afterthought. “Excuse me, I need to go.” She turns abruptly, walking away without another word.

You turn back to Sevika and understand the look now, she caught the lady’s shift in attitude before you did. You kiss her cheek, as a reminder that everything’s okay. “Cmon Sevi, lets just get our girl and go.” Sevika nods, jaw tight, but says nothing.

You make your way over to Jinx and Isha, who are still enthralled by the plushies.

“Pick out anything you like yet?” You bend down to ask Isha. She’s holding a little brown bear and Jinx is holding a bunny. This one! She signs, putting down the bear to free up her hands.

“Excuse me.”

You turn to see a small man, his posture stiff, a name tag reading Manager pinned to his vest.

“Could you please leave?” His tone is polite, but his expression is anything but.

You don’t need to ask why. The woman from earlier must’ve told him where you’re from. Zaunites aren’t banned from Piltover stores, but some people—especially in places like this—act like they should be.

You sigh, standing up and gently gathering Isha into your arms.

What’s happening? Isha signs, confusion flickering across her face.

“We gotta go, kiddo,” Jinx says with a sigh, patting her back.

Isha deflates against your shoulder, small hands gripping your jacket. Her excitement, her joy—gone in an instant.

Sevika sees it, too. The hurt in Isha’s expression. The way Jinx looks away, lips pressed into a thin line. And something inside her snaps.

She steps forward, towering over the manager. “Yeah? And what exactly is the reason we need to leave?” Her voice is steady, but there’s a sharp edge to it.

The manager swallows, visibly intimidated. “I—I just think it would be best if—”

“Best for who?” Sevika cuts him off. “We were minding our own damn business.”

His gaze flickers between her and you, then to Isha in your arms, her little brown bear still clutched to her chest. He hesitates, but the damage is done.

Sevika clicks her tongue. “Tch. C’mon, let’s go,” she mutters, turning on her heel.

Jinx nudges Isha. “Keep the bear, kid. They owe you.”

Isha nods hesitantly, tightening her hold on it as the four of you leave.

Surprise Set up:

A week had passed since that incident, and Sevika had mostly put it out of her mind, believing it to be a thing of the past. Little did she know, while she was busy in Piltover handling her Councilor duties, you and the girls had been hard at work planning a little surprise.

While you baked the cake and prepared the dinner, Jinx was in charge of the decorations and Isha sat at the table, her tongue poking out in concentration as she scribbled on a card.

“Isha! The cake is done cooling, do you wanna help me decorate it?” You called out to her.

There was no verbal response—just the rapid pat-pat-pat of Isha’s little feet racing toward the kitchen. She crashed into your legs at full speed, nearly knocking you off balance.

“Whoa—!” You let out a startled yelp, catching yourself on the counter.

“Slow down, you little tornado. Almost made me drop the cake.” She just nods in understanding before grabbing the stool, the one that was exclusively hers since she was the shortest, and drags it over. 

You leave Isha to do her own little thing, knowing it’ll be messy but heartfelt. With her focused on the cake, you wandered into the living room to check on Jinx’s progress.

Your jaw nearly dropped.

Jinx had outdone herself—balloons, streamers, and paper hearts covered the room. Candles flickered on various surfaces, their soft glow giving the space a warm, golden hue.

“You seem to really enjoy this, huh?” You nudge Jinx’s shoulder. She chuckles, admitting, “Yeah, its fun to be asked to spice up a room instead of just vandalizing it.” You grinned and pulled her into a quick hug. “It looks amazing. She’s gonna love it.”

Jinx smirked but looked away, pretending not to care too much. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Once everything was set, you plated dinner and let the girls eat even though Sevika wasn’t home yet. You knew better than to wait—whenever she had meetings, she always came home late.

After dinner, you put on a movie, intending to wait up for her. But before it even reached the halfway mark, the three of you had melted into a sleepy pile on the couch—tangled together in a mess of limbs, warmth, and slow breathing.

Sevika’s Arrival:

The front door creaked open softly. Sevika stepped inside, moving quietly in case you and the girls were already asleep. Sometimes, she found you curled up on the couch, waiting for her with a book in hand.

That was what she’d been hoping for.

Instead, what she saw made her stop in her tracks.

Balloons. Candles. Paper hearts covering the walls.

She blinked, wondering if exhaustion was playing tricks on her. But no—it was real.

Slowly, she walked toward the dining table. A full meal sat waiting for her, along with a very wonky-looking cake and a single handmade card.

She already knew whose handiwork the cake was.

With a quiet chuckle, she picked up the card and opened it.

Inside was a drawing—your little makeshift family. Jinx and Isha in the middle, Sevika on the left, you on the right. It was messy, colorful, imperfect, and completely perfect.

At the top, in bold, sloppy handwriting, it read:

Happy Valintinez Day!

Sevika swallowed hard, her chest tightening. Her vision blurred slightly. She hadn’t expected this. Not after the way that stupid Piltover store had turned you all away like you were less. Not after she’d spent years thinking she wasn’t someone people would celebrate, let alone love.

A quiet sniffle escaped her. She tried to muffle it, rubbing at her eyes, but the sound must have woken you.

Blinking groggily, you lifted your head from the couch, scanning the room until your eyes landed on her.

Sevika stood frozen by the table, her back to you, shoulders trembling just slightly.

You nudged the girls off you gently before getting up and walking toward her.

“Hey,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around her from behind. “What’s wrong, love? Shitty meeting again?”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she turned around, cupped your face in her hands, and kissed you—soft, slow, and deep.

When she pulled away, her forehead rested against yours. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Nothing’s wrong. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

You smiled, brushing away the stray tears that clung to her lashes. “Oh, you big softie,” you teased, tugging her toward the couch. “C’mere.”

You shifted Jinx and Isha just enough to make space, then pulled Sevika down with you. Isha stirred slightly, snuggling into Sevika’s side while Jinx grumbled in her sleep before draping an arm over both of you.

Sevika sighed, her arms instinctively wrapping around the girls, keeping them close.

“I love you guys so much,” she whispered, like it was something sacred. Something she’d never dared say before.

You pressed a kiss to her cheek before resting your head on her shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.

“We love you too,” you murmured.

Sevika glanced down at the small, sleeping faces tucked against her, at the mess of decorations still scattered around the room. Her heart was full in a way she didn’t think possible.

She pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before letting sleep take her, safe and warm in the only place she’d ever truly belonged.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this T^T. I would've posted this earlier but I had to go to work lol

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY POOKS <3

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.4 K Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dry humping, hand job. Consent is Sexy. Prompt: It's not the first time for any of the three. But it is your first time together. Proofread by sweet @girlwihkaleidoscopeeyes

This chapter can be read as a one-shot

Chapter 73: Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’

♡ NSFW: Smut under the cut

“I surrender,” he said,  creating an oxymoron with the defying manner in which he spoke. His lips curled just slightly upwards as his gaze focused solely on yours.

The second Remus spoke, you dropped the wand on the side of the bed, and went back to kissing him. As Sirius admired from the sidelines, you placed both of your hands on Remus’ neck, dragging him closer to you as your lips pressed against each other. Remus’ tongue slid over your lips, soft, and tentative, only to be welcomed by the parting of your mouth. 

His lips tasted like chocolate spread and sparkling wine, but more than anything –they tasted like him, and you were hungry, unbelievably hungry for that flavour. You weren’t sure you’d ever have enough of it, but you were willing to continue trying for as long as it was necessary, and even if there never was enough, you’d be thrilled to kiss him for as long as the world continued to spin, and for as long as the sun continued to shine. 

He slid his hands down your back, savouring the curve of your waist, leaving one hand there and allowing the other to travel further down, playing with the flowy fabric of the short little skirt that had caught his eyes just a few minutes ago. It was softer than it looked, and although he couldn’t be bothered to check, he was pretty sure it had ridden up your thigh from the position you were both sitting in. You must have looked stunning. Sirius would readily confirm that you did. 

Your kisses were as addictive to him as his were to you. He felt like every breath he neglected to take was worth it. As long as he continued to taste your lips, he wouldn’t care much for running out of oxygen – asphyxia sounded better than pulling away from you. Even drugs would fall short in comparison. Nothing could draw him in like the smell of your skin against his own, nothing except for Sirius’, which had mingled with yours so much that he could pretty much taste him on your lips.

You pulled away for a second, cheeks warm and heart thumping against your ears as you tried to recover your breath. “Could I?” you asked as you touched the hem of his jumper. You knew he had nothing underneath – you’d noticed earlier while tickling him – and you knew how self-conscious he could be. 

“Whatever you want,” he said, not caring how desperate he might have sounded. You smiled, leaning back towards him, desperate to feel his lips against yours while you continued playing with the hem of his jumper, slowly sliding your hands underneath, feeling how much warmer he was in comparison to them. 

You could feel him tensing under your hands. His hand on your waist had slid down a bit as well, his thumb chasing the feeling of your skin, barely lifting the side of the jumper – coincidentally also his – that you were wearing. For a second, Remus wondered if it was more fun to take your or his own clothes off you. Sirius would favour taking Moony’s jumpers off you, just because he would get both of your enticing scents mingled together,  in the process. 

Your hands continued to roam through his chest until eventually you managed to pull the jumper half way up, amid a somewhat desperate attempt at both continuing to be touched by him and removing his hands from you so you could take off the sleeves of his jumper. When you eventually did manage to remove them, he was quick to pass it over his head and go back to your kiss. His hands now went back to your waist, attempting to push you back slightly, scared you might feel how aroused he was if you inched your waist any closer. 

He was sure you must have snogged Sirius like this thousands of times and that didn’t necessarily have to lead to anything else, to anything more. Especially since you hadn’t actually had sex with Pads until months after you started dating, and so Remus didn’t want to assume anything, even if you had been quite close to going through with it a few times so far. 

His brain understood that perfectly, but the rest of his body seemed to be in dissonance with it. The way you felt so close set him ablaze, and it was hard to make his limbs comprehend that kissing, even if it was fierce and desperate, wouldn’t necessarily lead to sex. Especially when his cock – seeming to have a mind of its own – continued twitching and straining against his pants in a way that was both painful and madly pleasurable. Perhaps he’d cum just from kissing you, however embarrassing it might be. 

He tried to hold his hands back from crawling too high, but they were almost acting on their own accord, and when you felt them brush right around the curve of your breast, you knew you had way too many clothes on. You pulled back to take your jumper and shirt off in a swift motion and discarded it behind you, somewhere on the floor. Remus wanted to admire you, but you were faster, connecting your lips together again; and he was not about to pull back from a kiss. 

Sirius, who had been watching all of it while eating strawberries, decided he wanted a better view, and stood, walking straight towards the two of you and sitting about half a metre away on the bed at first; then, he moved up towards the headboard and leaned back against the pillows, wondering if either of you would mind his staring.  

When you felt the shift on the bed, one of your hands instantly travelled in search for him, landing close to his knee, and settling there with an assuring squeeze. It was a simple gesture, but he knew he had to be there, he belonged there. Whether it was to watch the two of you kiss or to join you at the right moment, he knew he was welcomed, heck, perhaps even needed. 

Upon the feeling of more skin, Remus was ready to explore it all, so his kisses went from your lips to the side of your cheeks and then to your neck, needy, desperate, trying to maintain at least one hand on your waist to make sure you didn’t lean too close, which was becoming much harder now that you’d started swaying your hips towards him. You might have been too busy sighing, but Sirius had long ago noticed how turned on Remus was, and he was enticed by the idea of releasing him of his predicament. Would he mind? he wondered, if I touched him the way I touched Starshine in James' bedroom?  

It was that same line he didn’t know how or when to cross, Remus seemed perfectly fine with kissing him, with taking his shirt off, but they had never gotten further, and no matter how bold and reckless Sirius was, he was terrified of being rejected by Remus, of doing anything that would push him away, or kill the mood. They’d already had a big fight once, and those days in which Remus had ignored him had been torturous, he didn’t want that to ever happen again. 

You were panting now, your breath escaping your mouth in soft little sounds that made his mind start spinning, and his cock strained against his trousers almost as much as Remus’ was. The sounds of Remus kissing your shoulder were just as entrancing. Sirius started leaning towards the two of you, ready to press a kiss to Remus’ neck, since it was the closest spot available, when Remus pulled from you as if he’d been burned. 

You stared at him with heavily lidded eyes and a hazy confused gaze, swaying between the heady waves of pleasure still running through you and the slight annoyance from how fast he’d pulled away from you, as if he had tasted something he didn’t like. 

“What’s–” 

“I did that,” he said as he stared at your shoulder, horrified. 

You turned to look, bleary-eyed still. Realisation hit you the moment you saw what he was looking at. Your scar. It was fully healed now, but the slightly whiter tissue and the jagged lines of the ridges were still there, almost impossible to mask, a permanent reminder of that night, a permanent reminder of Moony. 

“Oh, it’s fine,” you said softly. While the lines on your arm were thick and visible, they were nothing compared to what he’d done to himself. To the scars from Moony clawing at him and from the fresher ones where his skin ripped apart to let the Wolf out. For you, the pain was gone; he had to live with it on a constant basis. 

“It’s not fine,” he said, voice low, almost cracking near the end. You could hear the self-hatred hidden beneath it. 

You took his chin in your hands and pulled him back to look at you. “It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you reassured. “It’s just a mark.” 

“A mark that I made, a constant reminder of who I am, of what I am. Of how dangerous, or the mons–“ 

“Stop!” You commanded. “It’s none of those things.” He sighed, his shoulders slouching as his head tilted to the side, contritely, you figured. He didn’t believe you. 

“You should have seen the way the water clung to it in the fae pool,” Sirius said. “It was beautiful.” 

“Don’t call it that!” Remus retorted, almost too fast, both offended and angry by the prospect.

“Why not?” You asked with a frown. “Why should we see it as something other than beautiful?” 

“Because I hurt you!” he said, his chest rising as he got worked up. “What I did caused you pain for weeks, you could barely carry your fucking bags because of it, it’s a permanent reminder of everything that went wrong–” 

“It is not!” you interrupted, even more sternly now. “It might have been painful when it happened but it’s not painful anymore.” Trying to explain how you’d not only gotten used to it – but even attached to it – was something you’d never thought you’d had to do, but you were trying to think of a way. 

Remus, on the other hand, following his tendencies of rejecting his own body and thinking himself as a monster, was finding it hard not to reject the marks that matched his own. Not because he thought you looked any less beautiful due to them, but because he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d been the cause of your pain, which was not only unacceptable, but too close to his worst fear: Moony hurting the people he loved. 

“I don’t see them as remnants of pain,” you said, still struggling to find the right words; all the reading you’d done must have left something, right? “They’re more like… ink on a parchment,” you breathed, “telling the story of that night, yes, but of many things afterwards, too. Of our friendship, of the day I discovered the boys were animagi, of the day you discovered I was a fox. Of how I turned into Vixen, of how we all grew closer, of Sirius cleaning my wounds in the river, of Lily helping me heal – hell, of Lily stealing supplies from Pomfrey, something I never expected to happen.

“Of talking to Myrtle while trying to clean an open wound, and – I won’t lie, not all the stories are happy ones,” you said, thinking of Evan gripping onto your arm and threatening you when you figured he was dating Barty. “But they’re my story, a reminder of everything I have and haven’t done since I got here. It’s not a painful scar, Rem – it’s part of who I was and who I’m becoming. It’s our story.”  

“Besides, it’s a reminder of you,” Sirius said with a small adoring smile. He was soft as he brushed his fingers on Remus’ neck and squeezed ever so gently, as reassuring as he could.

Remus looked at him and then at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe what you were saying, as if he thought it was all just an attempt at placating him. “Do you think them ugly?” you asked. 

“What?” he reacted almost immediately, his brows furrowing for a split second as he looked at the scars again and then at you. “Of course not!” he said, searching for your eyes. One of the things he had always been scared of was being naked and people seeing his scars –  Moony’s self-inflicted scars – and now he was making you feel insecure about them – or so he thought. “No! I’d never–“ he stumbled on his own words. “I just hate myself for having done that to you.” 

“It was Moony, not you, Remus.” 

“It’s the same thing,” he retorted. 

“It is not,” you soothed. “Similar? Yes. Same beautiful eyes, same piercing gaze, but I know you’d never hurt me. In fact, I’m quite sure he’d never hurt me either.” 

Remus shook his head, and allowed it to fall on the curve between your neck and your shoulder, looking at the scar as he gently pressed the pads of his fingers over it, curious as to how it felt: if it was the same as his skin, if it would be softer, because your skin was softer either way. “Will you ever forgive me?” he mumbled. 

“I forgave Moony ages ago,” you responded, turning your head towards him and pressing a short kiss to his hair. “Did you know he and Vixen are friends now?” you teased. 

He laughed, not wholeheartedly, but the hint of a chuckle was there, almost as if it’d gotten stuck on his throat. 

“I can confirm that,” Sirius said with a smile. “Good friends, Moony can barely tolerate her playing with me.”

“You’re a pair of idiots,” he murmured, turning his head to look at you, his cheek resting on your shoulder, his breath brushing against your neck, making you shiver. 

“But we’re your idiots,” Sirius said with unquestionable devotion in his eyes.   

“And we like you very, very much,” you said, leaning down to press a kiss to Remus’ neck, right below his ear. “An insane amount,” you said before pressing another. “How much more convincing do you need?”

Remus was about to say he was convinced, but Sirius beat him to speak, “I may have an idea of how to make him stop worrying about the little things.” 

“Oh,” you said, your mouth not leaving Remus’ neck as your gaze tilted to Sirius. “You do?” 

“I think so,” he smirked. “What do you say, Moons?” 

“Sirius, whatever it is you’re thinking–” 

“It was a rhetorical question,” Sirius said, gently pulling Moony’s head back and pressing a kiss to his lips. 

You smiled, Moony chased Sirius’ lips as his arm laced behind your back and pulled you a little closer, as if not to lose your kisses on his neck. You smiled knowingly, and started pressing kisses now all over his shoulder as well, making sure to kiss his scars as much as you were kissing the rest of his skin. 

“We should–” you breathed, “probably lock the door.” 

Sirius separated himself from Remus’ mouth just long enough to respond with a grin, “I did that when you were tickling each other.” You grinned back, satisfied, and continued to press kisses on Remus, and while neither of you knew exactly how to proceed, there was something the three of you would have agreed on: it felt just right. 

Without even thinking what you were doing, you started rocking your hips against Remus’ again. He tried to hold you back again, but Siriuis was quicker, and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly in his. 

Remus spoke in between kisses, “Sirius, wait, I–“ 

“–It’s okay,” he responded, voice raspy. “Don’t think about it, just enjoy.” 

“But–“ Sirius kissed him again, swallowing his worries. Remus was still scared of you feeling how hard he was. 

But you were more inclined to it than anything, pushing your entire self closer to him and feeling his bulge against you. The moment the direct friction hit him, Remus groaned, accidentally biting Sirius’ lips. “Fuck, sorry–” he said as he pulled back to look at Sirius who instead of complaining was grinning like an idiot. 

“Étoile, do that again, will you?” he said, breathing heavily as he stared at Remus. 

“What do you mean, Puppy?” you said innocently, “This?” you added as you pressed your hips against Remus again, this time a muffled moan escaped his lips. What a lovely sound, you thought. 

Sirius laughed, while Remus stared at him, a mix between reproachful and delighted, his cheeks warm and his lips slightly swollen; he looked absolutely divine. 

“Or this?” you added, this time pressing a kiss just above the end of Remus’ jaw, which elicited another –. if softer – sound from Remus. You were tempted to bite his earlobe but decided to stick to kissing, since it was something you had done earlier. 

“Fuck the two of you,” Remus said, clearly amused. 

“Oh, you might get to do just that, Moons, do not despair,” Sirius responded. You laughed, Remus was about to argue again, but you rocked your hips to him, this time grinding onto his boner a little longer and his breath got caught in his throat. 

“Fuck,” he said again, this time not directed towards anybody in particular.

“She does that sometimes,” Sirius said with a laugh before pulling Remus in for another kiss. 

“I do what sometimes?” you asked before you went back to kissing Remus’ neck, still softly dry humping against his trousers. 

“Whatever the fuck you want,” Sirius responded. “Drives me mad.” 

“Slander,” you retorted with a smile. 

“Highly doubt it, Little Witch,” Remus teased and moaned as you rocked your hips into his a bit harder, in retaliation. 

“Can I get rid of these?” you asked as you took a hold of his belt. “Bit rough.” 

“Mhm,” Remus barely managed to answer in between a kiss. You smiled, unbuckling his belt and then going straight for the latch of his trousers. You already knew the location of it from the Prefects’ bath, which made it much easier. With the help of Sirius, you somehow managed to pull the entire thing off, leaving Remus with nothing but his underwear – a black snugly pair that hugged his thighs and made the tent of his cock straining against them impossible to hide. 

You stared for a second, trying not to think too much of the size. You already kind of knew he was bigger than Sirius – Rem was taller after all – and you had felt it in the Prefects’ Bathroom; but you had not been expecting the sizeable bulge in front of you.

Of course Sirius noticed that too, and there was no way he’d miss the opportunity to tease you. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer,” he told Remus as he pulled from the kiss and tilted his head towards you while biting his bottom lip. 

You turned to him almost instantly, cheeks burning and a small frown on your face. Sirius smiled and gave you a teasing eyebrow raise while Remus turned to you, head tilted just slightly to the side. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve always admired him,” you responded a little haughtily, but Sirius just chuckled.

“Brilliant save,” he responded. Remus turned to him inquisitively, about to ask something, but Sirius was faster. “We might not be the only ones with wandering eyes.” Remus raised both of his eyebrows at Sirius who was just nodding as he licked his lips. He already had an idea of Remus’ size, he’d lived with him for years, and one time while they were pissed they had all decided to measure their own dicks. Sirius had never been self conscious about his looks, so the fact that Remus was bigger had never raised any insecurities. 

“Sirius,” you warned. 

“I mean, it’s only healthy that you’d be looking at his boner,” Sirius replied with a nonchalant shrug, completely unaffected by your warnings. You scoffed and swatted the side of his arm playfully, but he took the chance to grab your wrist and pull you closer to him and into a kiss. By now, Sirius had one leg bent on the bed and the other hanging from the edge, allowing him to get much closer to the two of you, one of his hands still on the back of Remus’ neck as he kissed you shamelessly. 

Remus felt his cock twitch against you as he saw the two of you kiss, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, searching for that same friction from earlier. You smiled, leaning closer and grinding straight on his boner as you continued to kiss Sirius, who had now leaned close enough for you to feel his bulge straining against the side of your leg. 

You continued kissing Sirius, moving your hand on Remus’ shoulder just long enough to move his hair behind his ear, so Moony had a better view of his beautiful boyfriend kissing you, as you continued to rub yourself against him. Your movements were slow but purposeful, moving your hips just enough to maintain a constant rhythm that had your core aching for more. Not to mention the soft movement allowed your knee to grind against Sirius’ length, even if with slightly less control. 

“Ah, fuck,” Sirius said as you angled your leg slightly to the side. He teasingly bit your lip in retaliation and angled himself closer to feel more friction. All the while, Remus stared at the two of you, breath short from your ministrations and the absolutely delightful sight he had. Perhaps he now understood why Sirius hadn’t let you off his lap while he was kissing you; there was something ardent about getting to have you grinding against him while you kissed Sirius. Something tantalising about the fact that he could easily lean down to kiss your neck or touch you – which he eventually did. 

His hand on your hips lowered further and crept under your skirt while his lips found home on your neck. You sighed in the middle of Sirius’ kiss which encouraged him to suck lightly on the side of your neck while his thumb traced soft circles on your upper thigh. “Did you wear this little thing on purpose?” Remus asked after pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder and looking at the silhouette of his hand under your skirt. Never in a million years did he imagine he’d be doing something like this. 

“Well, I was told it was a cute date outfit,” you said, almost innocently, which surprised Remus since you had been sinfully kissing Sirius just seconds before.

“It’s a tempting date outfit,” Sirius responded with a smirk, basically stealing Remus’ words from the tip of his tongue. 

“Quite,” Remus said, gently pinching the side of your leg which got you clenching around nothing, his thumb slowly sliding closer and closer to your core, even if it was still just on your leg. 

“She’s a real tease, Moons. What she did in the Prefect’s bathroom was nothing.” 

“I guessed as much,” Remus retorted, his voice a few tones lower than it had been previously. “She’s dating you after all,” he pressed a soft kiss in the space between your collarbone and your neck. “Besides, she’s always been a tease,” his thumb was now toying with the edge of your knickers, right on your hip bone. “But she’s not the only one,” he turned to you, “Little Witch, do you mind if I…?” 

He didn’t have to finish the sentence, his teasing hand was enough for you to know exactly what he wanted. “Yes!” you said breathily. “I mean, no– I don’t mind.” Remus chuckled and quirked an eyebrow, he was looking straight at you now. You somehow managed to get a hold of yourself, even if your head still felt airy with everything that was going on around you, the stimulation of senses overwhelming in the best possible way. “You promised you’d show me one day, remember?” 

“Show her?” Sirius said inquisitively as he turned to Remus. 

“How good I am with my hands,” Remus retorted with a small, confident smirk, going back to kissing your neck while his thumb brushed over your clothed mound, and almost faltered. “Shit.” 

“What?” Sirius asked, instantly turning to Remus. 

“She’s so fucking wet,” he retorted, his finger slowly brushing up and down your slit, both to tease you and to feel just how much of your knickers had been ruined by your arousal. 

“Is she now?” Sirius said with a smirk, exchanging a look between you and Remus, a slight teasing edge as he turned to you. 

“As if you didn’t have your own little problems,” you said, shifting your knee, almost instantly earning a groan from him, which got you to giggle. 

“Little Vixen,” Sirius said before dragging you back into a kiss, pressing himself even harder against your knee, he clearly wished you aware of how much he wanted you.

“If you need me to stop at any point,” Remus said, his thumb pressing against you with a little more purpose, “Just say so, okay?” You hummed in response, afraid another embarrassing moan would leave your mouth if you tried to say yes. “Good girl,” Remus said with a smile, and once again you were clenching on air and accidentally biting Sirius’ neck. 

“Remus, Luv,” Sirius said with a smug smile. “I think she liked it when you called her that.” 

“You talk too much, Puppy,” you said, pulling your knee back and replacing it with your hand, gripping him right over his trousers. You rose from his neck to look at him with a rather confident grin, he was biting on his bottom lip hard, trying to keep his mouth shut as you continued to brush your hand over him. 

You were about to smile and say something else when Remus – in a rather swift movement – flicked your knickers to the side and allowed his thumb to press onto your slit. His fingers got much wetter than just seconds before, and the warmth of your body was enough to make the slightest bit of precum soil the inside of his underwear, the dark fabric becoming a shade deeper right over his tip. He was lucky you were distracting Sirius with your teasing, or he would have been the focus of his teasing from then on.

Not that Sirius was faring much better, with your hand gently patting him the way it was, causing the fabric to brush against his cock in an almost sinful way. “Shit,” Sirius whispered. 

“Good boy,” you said with a smirk, a bit condescendingly. He threw you an amused look, and you secured your grip around his cock, causing him to gasp, his hand on your waist tightening as his eyes shone with lust. 

You were about to say something else when Remus found your clit. He gently pressed the pad of his finger against it and felt you shudder, your legs opening a little wider for him instinctively, he smirked and pressed it again, which had you clenching, your hips moving by themselves, chasing more of the pleasure. “How’s that, Little Witch?” he asked. 

Sirius, noticing your cloudy gaze, smiled and leaned into Remus, whispering something in his ear. “What did he say?” you breathed, his finger was now softly rubbing against your clit, rhythmically, making you feel incredible and crave more all at the same time. Even your hand on Sirius had become slightly dumber as if your brain couldn’t quite cope with both things at the same time. 

“He said he does not believe me, wants to see for himself,” Remus smiled. 

“Huh?” 

“Come here,” Sirius said, pulling you towards him and away from Remus’ hands. You were about to protest, but Remus’ hand was kept close to you still, his thumb tracing circles on your inner thigh as Sirius repositioned both himself and you. 

Sirius rested his back against the headboard, and you ended up with your back pressed against his chest, right between his legs – you could feel his unrelenting boner against your back. He had both hands on your waist, and gently pulled the fabric of your skirt up, slowly revealing Remus’ hand on your thigh and your very wet underwear. “Fuck,” he exhaled, pulling his hips up against your back involuntarily. 

“Told you so,” Remus said with a smirk. “Look what we’ve done to her, poor thing.” He then focused his gaze on you. He didn’t even have to ask, you merely nodded. He grinned, his hand on your leg slowly crept up until he reached the top hem of your knickers and started pulling them down, grazing your skin and pressing a soft kiss to the side of your calf once they were past it. Sirius, who at any other moment might have been looking straight at your juicy cunt, had been – exactly like you – absolutely enthralled by Remus’ movements. 

Sharp jaw, eyes focused, slow. As if there was no rush, as if you weren’t pulsating for his hand just a few inches away. Once they were off, he brought them up to his nose and sniffed, groaning as he exhaled. “I knew you’d smell delightful but fuck, Little Witch.” 

“And she tastes even better,” Sirius said from behind you, gently pulling a strand of hair behind your ear and looking at you with a smirk. 

“Bet,” Remus said as he threw the knickers at Sirius, who caught them with one hand, his smirk turning into a wolfish grin. Remus then traced a path with both of his hands – from the arches of your feet to the middle of your thighs, and then he allowed them to sneak in between them, gently spreading you open for him. You shuddered, your hips snapping up just a little in response. His breath got caught in his throat as he saw you, spread for him for the first time. “Ravishing” he whispered to himself, his awestruck stare causing Sirius to finally tear his gaze from Remus and look at you. 

“Fuck,”  he whispered, his hands gently tensing around your arms as he forced himself not to buck his hips against your back another time. You’d fucked, and he’d touched you there, but in neither of those moments had he had the opportunity to admire you in the way he was admiring you now. How juicy you looked, the memory of how you felt around him, – how tight you’d been – it made his mouth water and his dick press against your back in a manner that was almost uncomfortable. Not to mention he had twice as many reasons to cum this time around. Remus was sitting on the bed half-naked, his muscles flexing as his stunning hands – he finally got what you meant by that – were teasing you mercilessly. 

“Remus please,” you pretty much whined, his thumbs had been gently brushing your inner thigh, close enough to your core that you could feel their warmth, but still not touching you. 

“You were the curious one, Luv,” he said with a smirk. You were about to protest, but Remus placed his thumb on your slit again, and the relief it gave you was enough to get you crooning. His movements, deep within your folds, were lenient, merciful, moving softly from the very bottom to the top of your slit, making sure to gather your juices as he found his way back up to your clit. Teasing the bud once, and then starting to make gentle circles that had you pushing yourself against him. The rest of his hand was gently pressing into your mound, bringing a layer of warmth and pressure against your stubbornly rocking hips.

Your soft sighs and whimpers had slowly turned into moans, stifled by your teeth that sharply sunk into your bottom lip. “It’s okay, Étoile, we want to hear the sounds you make,” Sirius said as he cupped your chin with his hands and pressed his thumb against your lips, which gave you a chance to tease him that you wouldn’t pass up, no matter how mindless Remus’ fingers were making you. You took his hand in yours and gently pushed his finger into your mouth – he’d done it to you once, licking off your juices right in front of your face and groaning – this time, it was your turn. You sucked, hollowing your cheeks around his finger and moaning dissolutely as you gently allowed his finger to leave your mouth again, causing Sirius to groan. 

“And I– ahhh – I want to hear yours as well,” you retorted breathily. “Fuck Rem, you really meant it when you–” 

A stifled breath stopped you from talking as Remus turned his wrist around and pressed one of his knuckles against your entrance, softly moving it up and down teasingly. He searched for your eyes, a quick movement, just to make sure he wasn’t doing something you wouldn’t like before uncurling his finger and gently teasing again. He was almost dreadfully slow as he finally allowed the tip of his finger inside you. He looked for your eyes again. Sirius smiled as he saw you nodding, almost too eagerly. He wouldn’t have been as patient as Remus had been, perhaps he would have already eaten you out by now, but it seemed like his slow peace was completely undoing you, and he loved your bleary gaze, fighting to get a sense of yourself as you got lost in the pleasure he was giving you. 

Perhaps he could aid as well, “Étoile, may I take this off?” he asked as he grabbed the strap of your bra. 

“Mhm,” you retorted, looking up at him with a smile. “Can’t be the only one enjoying myself, can I?” 

“Oh, we’re enjoying ourselves plenty,” Sirius retorted, eyeing Remus’ hand, his finger still teasing your entrance, “I’d like to help Rem, though.” 

As Sirius sneaked his hand behind your back to unclasp your bra, Remus’ finger found its way inside you. “Fuck, she’s so tight,” Remus said as he looked at Sirius in disbelief. 

“Yeah, and you haven’t even felt when she–” Remus groaned “–Does the clenching thing,” Sirius said with a smirk, turning his eyes from Remus to go back to his previous task, bringing his hands from behind you to the front and pulling the bra off as gently as Remus had taken your knickers off.

Remus stared, enthralled at the sight in front of him, his finger inside you unmoving while his thumb continued the same steady rhythm as before. You were almost completely bare, your flimsy skirt – ridden halfway up your belly – the only piece of clothing left, and both boys seemed keenly aware of it. 

Sirius brought two fingers up to his mouth and sucked, wetting them before lowering them back into your skin, allowing them to fall on the side of your breast, and then tracing a sloppy path towards your nipples the air and the wetness from his fingers causing them to perk even before he’d touched them. 

He smiled, his breath hitting the crown of your head as he circled them around your hardened nipple, softly before pinching; you moaned and he smiled, he too could pull those wonderful sounds from you. “Isn’t she the prettiest thing you’ve seen, Moons?” 

“Both of you are,” Remus retorted, as he managed to tear his gaze from your breasts to look at Sirius, his curls framing his face delicately, bright eyes lost on you. The moon and the stars would be jealous of how stunning you looked. But the universe would be proud. Proud that its stardust had created beauty that rivalled itself, both in nature and in men. 

Remus’ finger inside you started to move, not quite in and out, but rather in a curling motion, exploring every inch of you, his thumb still rubbing your clit. You bucked your hips against him, desperate for more, which had him gently pull it out and then allowing it back in; you were so wet at this point that you were sure there would be a puddle in the sheets after you moved. 

While Remus continued exploring, his pace becoming slightly faster now, Sirius’ fingers on your breasts were working you up almost as much, not just because he was touching them, but rather because of how he was touching them, teasing them with slow, lewd movements that felt like pure debauchery. And then there was the scenery, whichever way you looked, you could spot one of your boys, either Sirius’ lecherous lips and long dark eyelashes or Remus’ thick muscles and piercing golden eyes, pupils blown as he looked at his hand, his finger disappearing inside you just as enthralling as Sirius’ soft hands toying with your top half. 

Remus carefully teased your entrance with another finger, making sure it was just as wet with your juices before he started to press into you. you felt the stretch, letting out a soft “Aaaah,” in the process. 

“Hurts?” He asked when he noticed the way your eyes closed shut. 

“No,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop!” 

Remus’ worried expression turned into a satisfied smirk, and he continued pressing his fingers inside you, letting out a few curses as he felt the pressure of your tight walls surrounding him; he couldn’t help but imagine how mind numbing you’d feel around his cock, the animal part of him wanted to pull his fingers away and replace them with it, a maddening need to just feel you... so close that he wouldn’t even be able to think of anything else. But Remus, the ever-sensible man he was, knew there was no way in hell he could do that without causing you pain, certainly not with how tight you felt around his fingers. 

Instead, he decided to focus on you and on Sirius’ tiny little whines as you moved your hips against him. He was careful and ever so gentle as he moved his fingers in and out of you, opening them little by little, stretching you out ever so slightly. 

“More pressure,” Sirius whispered, “your thumb, you can add more pressure.” 

Remus turned to him, cheeks flushed and an eyebrow raised. 

“Trust me,” Sirius said with a small smirk, gently cupping your breast in one of his hands, allowing his middle and index fingers to pinch your nipple, and gently massaging the bottom with his thumb, causing you to clench around Remus’ fingers who, for a whole second, thought he was going to cum. He sucked in a breath and then did as told, tentatively pressing a little harder, your hips bucked against him almost instantly.

He bit his lip and continued to rub your clit with the newfound pressure, and your hips started bucking against his expert fingers desperately, his hand on your thigh travelling to your hip to gently push you down. “Fuck, Rem, I think I might–” he flicked his fingers inside you just right, and you couldn’t even finish speaking; your eyes shut, your lips bitten, and a high pitched moan poured from your mouth, reverbrating through the room enough to make you feel conscious – at least if you’d had any wits to care at that precise moments. Your stomach tightened and your hips spasmed until you saw stars, your head spinning as you tried to catch your breath. 

“How was that, Starshine?” asked Sirius with a soft and slightly smug smile while gently pulling some of the sweat-stuck hair out of your face, and blowing some air into your hot cheeks.

“He wasn’t joking,” you managed to respond, voice airy as you gathered your breath, a pleasant smile on your face. “When he said he was good.” 

Remus’ thumb started to slow down, his fingers moving much slower as he pulled them out, he didn’t want to overstimulate you. When his fingers were out, he rested his hand on the side of your hip, fingers pressing gently on your skin as he looked at you. You looked absolutely stunning in your current state, and he felt both in awe and pleased that he had made it happen. His loving gaze eventually travelled from you towards Sirius, and when their eyes locked, the mischievous shine in Sirius’ pale blue irises was enough to tell – he was up to something. 

You were still floating when Sirius’ hand crawled from your breast towards Remus’, fingers gently brushing over each other as one encapsulated the other. You smiled at the sweet gesture, but Sirius had something else in mind: he slid his hand again, fingers brushing on Remus’ palm before he pulled it up towards himself. Moony’s fingers were still wet with your slick as Sirius pulled them towards his mouth and sucked. 

Remus was bunching the bedsheets in his free hand as Sirius savoured you off of him, purposefully sucking just a little longer like you had done with his finger earlier. When Sirius pulled the two fingers out and sucked on his thumb, Remus couldn’t hold it any longer, he pushed himself towards Sirius, pulling out his thumb and leaving a wet trail on his lover’s sharp jawline only to replace it with his lips. 

Both boys groaned as they kissed, Sirius’ hand nudging your shoulder softly helped you move up a little, so you wouldn’t be crushed by either, which had you end up in between the two of them, your ass pressed to Sirius’ left leg and Remus’ naked torso pressed onto your bare chest. 

You smiled, looking at the two of them kissing each other so fervently, and leaned your head towards Remus, pressing a trail of soft and wet kisses from his jawline to his shoulder. Your kisses were soft and rather lazy at first, since you were still recovering from your high, but soon enough they turned hungry again, matching the energy of their kiss. 

Remus’ hand ended up under Sirius’ shirt as they kissed, creeping up his chest with a tentative softness as if he was still scared the boy would reject his advances. To his relief, Sirius not only didn’t reject them, but he relished in his warm touch, groaning into the kiss when Remus’ fingers brushed the side of his ribs. 

Sirius tried to unbutton his shirt with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist but couldn’t get the buttons out. “Need help with that?” Remus asked with a smirk. 

“Wouldn’t you like to help?” Sirius retorted as Remus pulled back just a little, adjusting his weight to his legs instead of his hands so he could remove it, but Sirius, who was more focused on the kiss, pulled him by the arm again and Remus ended up falling on top of the three of you with a rather ungraceful thump. 

“Aaaaaah,” Sirius complained. “Luv, your leg.”  

“Mine?” You and Remus asked at the same time, both moving your legs however you could. 

“Vixen’s,” he said, “it’s crushing my bollocks!.” 

“Shit sorry,” you said. Remus pushed himself off of you by leaning his hand on the side of the bed and you managed to move your leg to the other side, back still pressed to Sirius. “Is little Sirius okay?” you asked as you looked down at your boyfriend’s crotch. 

“Little Si–” Remus started, and broke into a laugh. 

“What?” you asked with a smile, knowing he was making fun of the way you’d said it. 

“Nothing, it’s just–” he laughed again. You started laughing, and Sirius followed shortly. Remus had let his head fall on your shoulder as he laughed, and Sirius’ head was leaning against it, enjoying the scent of Moony’s hair as he laughed, the three of you completely tangled in each other. 

“Do you think we’ll get better at this?” Sirius asked in between laughs. 

“Better? I’m already having a blast,” you replied. 

“That’s because your nuts weren’t being strangled.” 

“Such a drama queen,” you retorted, and Sirius pouted. Remus turned his head to look at you, the corner of his lips quirking upwards just a little bit. Your eyes locked on his, “What is it?” you asked, biting off a playful smile. “That’s your ‘I’ve got an idea’ face.” 

 Remus’ smile widened, “Nothing, I mean, I was just thinking–” he breathed “– how about we give him a reason to take back those words?”

Your smile matched his in an instant, what a brilliant idea. 

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A/N: Happy Valentines! Thought sharing a bit of the love in GC matches the month and the day so I held this chapter for today instead of posting on Wednesday. Hope you had fun, and expect more spice next chap. Love, Lils

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GUYS WTF WE'RE AT 100 FOLLOWERS

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okay okay first of all THANKS???? like omg jdbckdnckfj im kinda freaking out a little bit i wasn't really aware of how many people actually read my shit on here lmao

OKAY! i'm going to do one of those ask things because i think they're really fun and i don't know what else to do if not that! so yeah!

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moots! (you know who you are hehehe)

you can suggest either of these:

🪐 i write something for you! you tell me what, i'll just write a short-ish thing, either fanfic or any other ideas you give me <3 (you can choose english or spanish too!)

🎨 i make you a lil doodle! digital or traditional, idc, a sketchy portrait or a drawing of a fluffy cat or whatever you wish!

🪞 i tell you what piece of art reminds me of you! and i mean paintings, novels, sonnets, films, sculptures, whateverrr

📼 song rec! pretty self-explanatory but you get a song that i am obsessed with and that reminds me of you somehow! this will probably be very unhinged and very funny AND very gay

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literally anyone (moots included in this too, obviously!)

🗝️ i compare you to something very specific (flower types, kinds of clouds, an specific colour, a feeling, etc. literally anything) and probably give you a weird and lowkey poetic explanation for it!

🌻 i answer a question about me! nothing too personal/private of course, but all kinds of random stuff to make me yap are pretty much welcome!

🪶 i answer ANY question about my current fic BUT only with yes/no (i probably won't be able to hold myself back from saying more but technically i cant ok?)

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friendly reminder too that gossip and rants and overall yapping are very welcome in my ask box so of course feel free to say anything to me now or whenever you might need! <3 i probably sound like im joking but i love to give advice to people lmao

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[rozeliyawashereyall]

Headcanons, headcanons and more headcanons but with drawings this time.

✵One common headcanon I always think of is that literally every character ever had fucked up trying to cut their hair by themselves, it's a fun pattern /lh

✵Fucking bet you Tethys used to bully Zef

✵ Timmy and Marco would love musicals actually

✵Explained it before- but in human form; I really feel like the merfolk in human form are still stronger and faster then the average human, Zef would be too but he's still getting used to the surface lmao ✵They most likely don't understand what hair dye is

"I'm dying my hair blonde tomorrow-"

"..you're killing your hair??"

✵Sera would either tolerate or HATEEEEE slasher movies omfg. Zef doesn't like the little mermaid movie solely because of that one mom dying scene.

✵I feel like Soheil wears reading glasses..it's just a vibe

✵do you think there's video games on the ship in the rebel series, cuz I feel like Naveed would DESTROY others at Mario kart He has daily competitions with Soheil, Torvin occasionally joins and destroys both of them at it

✵Nathan also seems like he rocks at video games, specifically the horror ones. Put him in Slenderman and he's getting out of there with all 7 papers within 20 minutes if not less

✵if Zef finds something shiny he'll immediately bring it to Sera, on some occasions he *purposefully* looks for shiny objects for him

✵He also has an ongoing mission to try and sneak up on Sera, but Sera always knows. Zef refuses to give up.

✵Guys you're really gonna need to hear me out on this one. Ray reads romance novels in his free time for fun. OH ESPECIALLY THE SAME WITH SKY- He wants to know what love feels like and what better way to learn than to read.

✵Ray had those little Beyblades back in middle school. Hell he probably STILL has them actually, just for the memories. Also it's a really cool trinket

✵Mercury has a subtle limp I feel ? From getting hurt all the time—well, not ALL the time, but enough times.

✵Zef has a VERY specific and picky music taste but the problem is you can barely figure it out because it changes like, every few days or so.

✵I feel like Konrad and Sky tend to dissociate a lot ? Just daydreaming and all

✵I'm going to need everyone to hear me out on both Zef and Sera liking photography. Clemmy shows them how to take photos on their phone and it’s all over—like HOW did you take 378 pictures in the span of an hour.

Then hits the realisation that humans live for like, a third of what merfolk live up to so Zef and Sera start hanging little photos of them and Clemmy they took in the cave where they'd meet up as a forever memory.

✵Not an HC and more of a theory- but hear me out, what are the chances Sky DOES turn back into a human somehow?? Smt smt the long line of dark magic that turned the elves into vampires clashes with the holy immunity and reverses him back....But also a negative and a positive make a negative—so instead of reversing him back it could either turn that ginger into god or kill him.

✵Zef thinks jumping out of the water to startle people is the funniest thing ever.

✵Zef, Nathan, Konrad, Sky, AND Ray stim. I rest my case.

✵If Timmy hears a new word, he has to repeat it at least three times.

✵actual crossover shit—Uno night would go CRAZY with all of them. For Ray's safety and sanity he doesn't join- "no I'm not playing Uno with a vampire, a zombie, an enhanced spy and a fucking mermaid. Get me OUT of here." And you know what I don't blame him—If someone said I have to play go fish with a werewolf I'd leave right then and there....Imagine playing go fish with merfolk though- I'd do it just for the jokes i fear.

✵Do not let any of these men anywhere near horror games actually, something is getting broken and it's probably the monitor.

✵ Timmy is the resident "baby" of this AU, and Ray is the extremely unwilling babysitter.

✵it's okay though he acquires Bodie as a father figure /hj

That's all yipppeee

[rene-of-the-blackouts]

Hey-hey-hey! I know you have been wondering, waiting, looking forward to...

Our Let's transmute something together event news!

The time has come to find out who our gorgeous alchemists' duos or teams are!

Lo and behold, the matches are now public (as well as some fun teasers😏):

@neda-epik & @ajthepeach

@anthropwashere & @silosbears

@klainelynch & @hawkeyes-darling

"Never Acting At All"

@detroyteck & @kimbleefucker

@graphx & @the-catmans-offical-2

@aquafrost & @littlebear1537

by Jordana

@paintbrushfrog & @saphkick

@codyis-not-cool & @gooseberryfox

@lycaran & @j0rdync & @jackelopeshop

"Envy is Self Destruction"

by Lyca

@cilasbestos & @scarymonsters-andsupercreeps & @temsiik

@deaddovehasbeeneaten & @bees-and-spice

@momomorriko & @swaggeringsinusoid & @zeaofgreed

Time and time again, Bido had wondered how he’d die. He wasn’t naïve, he had never believed he’d live an exceptionally long life and die peacefully in his sleep. He had tried to avoid danger, had been careful enough to not get involved in any fights, always snuck away before anything could turn violent. When these people had taken him, he had been sure that this would be it. And then, when they hadn’t killed him, part of him had wished they had. That time had been worse than death. And yet… He hadn’t wanted to die. Even now, he still wanted to live. But he wasn’t fast enough, he wasn’t strong enough. And he was alone. This was it then. Just so soon after regaining his freedom. Closing his eyes, he waited for the shot to happen. It never came. Instead, there was the sound of bones breaking, followed by a scream and the thud of something metallic hitting the ground. “Y’know, I don’t appreciate others damaging what’s mine.”

by Lina

@writerofallthingsfandom & @pennbzh

@peapodsinspace & @shuboxx

@dont-open-dead-inside-net & unrevealed:)

Professor Elric was a legend. A terrifying legend. Rumours about him ranged from mildly surprising to utterly preposterous, yet they all agreed on one thing: Edward Elric was undefeated, unafraid of anything and anyone.

That was before he encounters his worst enemy. Milk.

"Professor Elric vs. Milk"

Carter & @fandommenagerie

@d1ssolv3dt0by & unrevealed :)

@lynyangell & @awesomedurraworld

‘Take care of my daughter, Roy.’ The array on her back. She’s alone and destitute. And Sensei intended for me to have his notes…He thought I’d marry her. He meant for me to marry her. Is that what she’s expecting?

He’s sitting way too close to her. He can smell the earthy, piney scent of her shampoo, and it’s damn appealing. She’s eighteen. He could… But that’s crazy. What sort of life would that set them up for? A marriage of convenience and obligation? A marriage without love for the sake of alchemy? He wants flame alchemy. Badly. It will change the entire course of his life if he gets his hands on it. He’d endure a loveless marriage if that’s what it took. But the idea of sentencing her to such a fate makes him feel vaguely sick. That’s exactly the opposite of protecting her. Then again, what other options does she have with the array on her back? If he doesn’t marry her…. “Do you want to get married?” he blurts before he can think the words through. He draws away from her, feeling a flush rise on his cheeks. She stares back at him, seemingly stunned as she takes in a quick breath of air. “I mean…only if you do,” she says quietly. Roy blinks. The flush creeps up his collar, and he swallows hard. “I’m sure it’s what my father intended,” Riza murmurs. “But I wasn’t going to approach the subject unless you did.”

"I'll Keep You Safe"

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Stay tuned for the full works, the majority of which will be posted on February 20✨️

[deerkibble]

it's a coincidence that her debut fell so close to the day of her namesake, but i figured it'd be a good day to properly introduce her! here's Valentine (also known as Val or Vally) the Vultoxin!

Vally's a goofball who loves jokes and tricks, and while she's generally well-intended, sometimes she comes off as a little intense. she's also very forward with her thoughts and feelings, which sometimes makes her completely tactless. ultimately, though, she wants to have fun with her friends, so even if she gets annoyed, she's quick to forgive and apologize so they can get back to being silly together.

she wound up becoming friends with Axel and Buddy when their coach happened to find a raremorph Seakit out in the wilderness... but didn't want to disrupt their main team to add Vally to it. she still wanted to join the roster though, and spends most of her time practicing with the away team or scheming with Buddy.

also, since Vultoxin has only one pose as of writing this, i've taken a lot of liberties with her design! the way i draw her may change once we get more art for the cool slug-kitsune. (we did get seakit's vocalizations today and IT'S THE CUTEST THING EVER)

her number is 777 because she was a lucky find! it's also a subtle reference to a music album i really love that maybe 80 people total have ever heard of.

[dollyzdaydreamz]

Modern! RDR2 HC’s:

the media each character consumes (*^��^*)

Arthur Morgan

• Barely knows how to work a device.

• Only bought an iphone because John kept making fun of him for the $80 android he bought at Walmart

• John always gets mad at him for not responding to his texts

• Opens YouTube through safari.

• Watches the occasional drawing tutorial.

• Tutorials on how to take care of horses

• Watches those wilderness/camping vlogs made by middle aged men when the weather isn’t good enough to do outside work.

• Horse hoof restoration videos if he’s feeling a little crazy. • One time John sent him an out of pocket reel, and he opened it while he was in public. -it played on full volume and everyone heard

-he refused to speak to John for a week afterwards... • Doesn't comment on anything (probably doesn't even know how), but if he did on one of the reels John sends, I'm guessing it would be "on MY cellular device?"

John Marston

•Johnny boy mainly uses YouTube and Instagram

• Watches FPS game walkthroughs

• Finds unhinged people like Theo Von hilarious

• Watches Joe Rogan for his stupid conspiracy theories

-tells abigail about them to strike up conversation and she calls him stupid

• A few streamers (probably gamer ones)

• Addicted to scrolling on insta

-The type to just like every post he scrolls past

• Plays COD all the time.

-Screams when he loses and Abigail yells at him to shut up from the other room

• Sends memes to Arthur even though he doesn't understand them • If he is on tik tok he'd def comment "put this on ig reels" at every cringey tik tok he stumbles across.

Dutch Van Der Linde

• YouTube, TUMBLR, Twitter, Facebook (even though he thinks it’s outdated, but keeps it so he can send videos to Hosea)

•there an HC somewhere that said he’s the type to post obscure thirst traps on tumblr like pics of his arms/veins which is so funny

• Watches educational videos on YouTube:

-biographies on philosophers, or dictators, historical figures

-Social commentary

-Debates

• Cackles at videos of police officers getting heckled by that one “I have nothinggg😫” guy on tik tok

•Enjoys those videos of people falling over and nearly dying on Facebook and sends them to Hosea who responds with “😱😧”

• Hates Elon Musk and attacks him on twitter

• Has his own blog where he posts rants about the government and the current state of the world right now (cue in Jaden Smith) and then you scroll and it’s just a pic of his abs. • Would comment "my ranked teammates" whenever John or Micah tweet something stupid.

Hosea Mathews

•Facebook

•Only uses it on his laptop with a little mouse and everything

• Watches videos of orthopedic surgeons explaining beneficial stretches for your back and whatnot

• The news

• Animal documentary’s

• Traveling vlogs

•Watches with his eyes squinted and mouth slightly agape like old people do • Dutch sends him videos of those 'Nigerian king' scammers which he finds hilarious

Charles Smith

• Youtube, insta, tik tok

•Knows how to use tech fairly well but isn’t chronically online

•only scrolls when he’s bored in a waiting room or something

• Sports clips like Tennis, Football, UFC

• Wilderness/survival videos

• Videos of people building things from scratch •he's just a chill guy(✿◡‿◡) • Also doesn't get the memes John sends • If he stumbles across a strange and offensive tik tok he'd comment "oh that's not..."

Micah Bell

• TWITTER, instagram

• Laughs and reposts those really messed up videos of people dying in horrific accidents on insta reels

•Drunk, racist tweets

• Leaves hate comments on people’s posts when they look too happy like "kys"

• Leaves disgustingly thirsty comments on women’s posts

• Watches true crime on cable late at night as he drinks like a loser on his couch

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