#I’ll post it here in a bit

[universalray]

in the process of writing yami x reader smut just because 😼

[adaki]

Wanted to try drawing something a little ornate, I think they’d make each other worse

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[gormlessboy]

matching icons for you and your cavalier, for this spookiest, boniest of months

[griffin-ktb]

KH Doodle Dump 🫶✨

I will never not be thinking of Soriku

[mossy-paws]

Dopplegänger

Uh oh.

(Og Photo:)

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

Why? Sirius Black x Reader

Sirius is starting to feel a bit desperate to cum inside you again.

CW: Breeding kink. NSFW (obviously). Use of pet names. AFAB reader. Maybe a bit of coercion if you squint.

Sirius never put much thought into having children of his own. There were always more important matters taking over his mind: school, running away from his family, war, the Potters’ safety, being sent to Azkaban, a Potter’s safety, and then war again.

So, it’s probably safe to say this is the first time in Sirius’s life where he’s been able to settle down and focus on himself.

If you ask him, he’d say he’s doing pretty well so far.

He lives in a comfortable home adorned with plenty of windows. After spending so many years of his life stuck in dark and cramped spaces, natural lighting and a sense of openness is a must-have for him.

He spends most of his days working with the Weasley boys at the joke shop. Coming up with fresh and profound ways of helping the newest generation cause mischief is a good way to pass the time.

He has people he loves, and people who love him in return. Including you, of course.

For the first time in a long time, Sirius has roots. He’s comfortable and happy.

And maybe that’s why it’s becoming increasingly difficult for him to pull out when he’s fucking you.

It started a few months ago. You were casually complaining about the side effects of your birth control, and Sirius convinced you to stop taking it.

He promised he’ll pull out. He won’t penetrate you during your ovulation week: oral and hands only. Sure, it won’t be ideal, but he’ll do it if it means easing your pain.

So you stopped taking your birth control, and Sirius stuck to his word.

…for a little while.

Without your contraceptives in the way, it seems your libido shot up ten fold. Especially during your ovulation week. Sirius needn’t even track your cycles. He can tell what time of the month it is just by how often you’re pawing and grabbing at him.

The ‘oral and hands only’ rule didn’t last two months. The first month wasn’t too difficult, but by the second month, it just seemed too tedious, really. Why limit yourselves to certain body parts when Sirius can just pull out before cumming inside you?

It’s not rocket science.

It was a bit hard for Sirius to stick to his word, but he did it. Moments before he could shoot a load as deep into your pussy as he could reach, he’d force himself to waste it by releasing it over your tits and stomach.

It felt…. disappointing to see his ropes of cum littered all over your skin, rather than watching it drip out of your tight cunt. Even the idea of filling you up made Sirius hard again, but he couldn’t risk it.

Neither of you were ready for pregnancy, no matter how much the thought of seeing you with a newly rounded stomach made Sirius’s cock twitch and ache.

But Sirius stuck to his word. Every time he fucked you, he made sure to pull out. And it worked; you didn’t get pregnant. Sirius couldn’t help but grit his teeth and roll his eyes when he discovered you’d gotten your period that month.

Which leads us to now.

Sirius—for the third time today—sloppily making out with your cunt. His mouth feels incredible, your hands tightly gripping the bedsheets, but it feels empty. It isn’t enough.

“Sirius?” You breathe, opening your eyes and lifting your head to look down at him.

“Hmm?” He hums, circling his mouth around your clit and sucking lightly.

“Fuck—!” You gasp quickly at the small change, back arching. “Fuck me—please?”

Normally, Sirius wouldn’t need to be asked twice, but he’s feeling strangely agitated at the moment. He raises his head from between your legs, tightly gripping your inner thighs with his long fingers. He sits up on his knees, looking down at you irritably.

“Why?” He asks.

Your brain spent and foggy after several orgasms and on the brink of another one, the question confuses you. Your mouth opens and closes, not quite knowing how to answer that. It’s such an obvious answer, so what does he mean ‘why’?

Seeing your bewilderment, Sirius’s jaw sets. He isn’t sure what kind of answer he expected. Rather than explaining himself further, he aligns himself up with your cunt and pushes in. He gives you very little time to adjust, opting instead to completely bottom out inside you in one swift motion.

It’s quite easy, given that you’d already came on his mouth twice prior, but it still catches you by surprise. It’s a big change—going from being cruelly empty to achingly full.

Once inside you, Sirius rocks his hips slowly, leaning down until his lips are next to your ear. He murmurs lowly, “Do you miss me cumming inside you?”

“Miss when we’d go rounds and you’d be so full, it was practically spilling out of you?” He continues, his breath tickling your ear. “I know I do.”

“S-sirius, we can’t—I’m not-” You stutter, protesting weakly, barely believing your own words. Your fingers grasping at him, nails digging into the skin of his back.

“Why?” Sirius asks again, his voice hoarse and words sincere. “I love you. I dream of seeing you out and about, a little round stomach, knowing that I did that to you. That you’re carrying my baby.”

“A-ah!” You gasp out. Your legs wrap around his torso as he moves slowly in and out of you, the head of his cock continuously hitting that gummy sweet spot within you.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Sirius whispers, his voice intense as he can sense your fading hesitation. His hand cups the side of your face. “Tell me to fuck a baby in you.”

Breathing heavily and desperately grasping at him, you nod, giving him the go ahead to do as he pleases with you. The idea doesn’t sound half bad, after all.

[shaadowmilkcookie]

Let’s take another stab at it. I think I’m getting somewhere!

[elloouo]

ohshc ssmy 🩷

[warlenys]

it’s about wilson choosing to potentially ruin his life over just choosing house. he’d rather risk everything trying to be normal than just accept that he’s not. and through that he insults house, reiterating as he always does that house isn’t normal house isn’t good house isn’t what wilson should be striving for house isn’t even what wilson should be Settling for. he says it again with “i should’ve spent my life being more like you” “you’d still have cancer” “yeah but at least i’d feel like i deserved it!”. even when he admits an openness to being like house, even when he’s saying he wishes he were like him, he’s still judging him by that completely conditioned moral compass he has to live upon. and that hurts house because it makes him feel like wilson’s blind to his kindness, which is not only something house wants so desperately to be but is something he actually manages to be with wilson. but he’s still evil in wilson’s repressed mind. and the worst fucking thing about this scene is that wilson’s admitting that a child is exactly like house. a child is a needy truculent narcissist. traits he forgives a child for because they’re Supposed to have them. but house isn’t. so it’s not even that wilson hates house for being awful he just hates him for being. house. for not being a wife and not being a child. and there’s nothing house can do to break through that sense of normalcy that wilson’s crafted goals are all completely based upon. even when he’s exactly like the child wilson wants he still isn’t it. even when he’s exactly like the girlfriend wilson has, he still isn’t her. wilson would rather ruin his life And a child’s life trying to be normal than just accept that he loves house. he’d rather hate himself than love house. and then. when the cancer comes. and he needs to die clean and pretty. he’d rather kill himself than struggle to change for house. he’d rather die normal than live queer. and Then you have the whole. he wants to be tied to a child because it takes away from him that choice to leave that he would otherwise always take. he can’t divorce the boring normal life this time. it’s almost like how house wants to wait for the burning building to kill him instead of making the decision to live. because neither of them want to suffer and choosing each other will always be suffering. wilson will always hate that he’s not normal and house will always be in pain. wilson will always have to give up his ideal normal life for house and house will always have to give up his pills his job his friends his life for wilson. and being together doesn’t negate that suffering, they just have to accept that it’s the best option. because it’s what they truly deep down want. it’s the only thing that can make them even close to happy. they work together: wilson regrets the child, and house takes that pain away; but also they Don’t, because wilson still hates him for it. and even if it’s forgiven eventually, that reaction that he can’t change lingers in house i think. house will always have to deal with being hurt by wilson’s conservatism. wilson will always have to deal with being in love with an evil man. but also. they love each other. so it doesn’t matter. But. also. it Does.

[rogerrrroger]

I’ve got a LOT of speeding bullet asks in my inbox so here y’all go

[laamb-sauce]

Sisters! ✨

[hmsdoodlin]

I have been struck with what every artist dreads, the burnout disease

[rradical]

blorbo

[starry-kittens]

GLISTEN OPEN THE DOOR HES FREEZING TO DEATH!!!1!!1!!!!!!!!!!

[rinisdrawing]

the golden princess & the sorcerer prince