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Hi my lovelies! I’ve got a Witch H x Witch Y/N piece for you guys!! I hope you’ve enjoyed the spookier stuff, this one is filthy and sweet with a magical vibe 🔮

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Warnings- magic, rituals, witch stuff, potions that effect arousal and that sort of thing, unprotected sex, spit play if you squint, soul ties, etc

She caught his eye across the fire.

He hung back at the tree line, as most of the men did. The dance dedicated to the moon goddess, Divine Feminine, was performed only by the women in the coven, but the full moon circle ritual was open to all. She should have known he would come crawling out of the shadows eventually.

Her heartbeat was thudding harder in her chest after finding the confirmation he was there. The relationship she shared with Harry had always been a complex one, but it was one she cherished nonetheless.

He tended to stick in his cottage with his books, his spells, the incantations muttered by his deep, raspy voice. A bit of a loner, he was, but a valuable asset to them all. While he wasn’t much for group activities, he was very active in the one-on-one space. specifically seeking Y/N out for potions, practicing with her and somehow finding his way between her thighs. She found herself waiting for those moments, eating them up each and every time. It seemed to get more frequent lately- not that she was complaining.

Harry made her nervous in a good way. He challenged her, made her a better witch. But he was a little hard to read at times. She wasn’t sure where she stood or what their relationship was. All the witch knew was that he had been seeking her out more often, finding his way to get his hands on her and excuses to talk to her whenever he could and she loved every little bit.

His eyes felt hotter than the flames licking the air, the music slowing as the sparks spit up into the sky. The offering was burning in the pit, and she could feel the magic in the air. It was only natural with a bunch of magically incline folks around.

That, and the fact that the women were all fully nude, and the heat of the fire could be felt on bare skin.

As the ritual came to an end, she ignored the feeling of his eyes on her- and the giddiness it was sending towards her stomach- as she stepped back towards her velvet ritual robe. He’d approach her. She could feel it.

Harry’s footsteps would have been almost silent if it hadn’t been for the crisp leaves on the ground for the season. It gave her a chance to know he was coming, though he knew she was aware his eyes were watching as she wrapped the velvet robe around her, the fabric soft and warm against her skin- though not as warm as it should be. His gaze lingered on the way the fabric draped over her curves, the way it pooled at her feet. He could almost smell the scent of her, the mix of chamomile, jasmine and something sweeter, more unique to her alone as he trailed closer to her.

The same song and dance, but it didn’t get old. Not to him. His eyes flicked up to meet hers, holding her gaze for a long moment before he stepped out of the shadows. "Y/N.”

“Harry.” The girl replied, tugging her hair over her shoulder, out from under the robe. The moon lit him from behind, the fire from the front. While people could call him a bit odd, perhaps a bit unfriendly, they couldn’t call him anything but handsome. The man was gorgeous, almost unfairly so. Sometimes she wondered if it was possible he had put an incantation on himself to appeal to her deepest rooted desires in attraction, but it wasn’t possible. At least from her knowledge. It wasn’t a love spell either, because the obsession wasn’t there- but the curiosity was. It always lingered.

Seemingly on both ends.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” She tied the belt around the robe, crossing her arms over her chest. “You didn’t tell me when I went to borrow your book yesterday.”

"Didn't think it was necessary," Harry replied, his voice as smooth and dark as honey dripping off a spoon. He took a step closer to her, the fire casting the most alluring glow on her face. He could see the pulse at the base of her neck quickening, and he knew she wasn't as immune to him as she tried to portray. "Besides, I knew you'd be here. You always are."

“Well, it’s the most important ritual of the year for the women.” She gave him a look. “But you tend to avoid the more social situations. It’s like flipping a coin.” People did sometimes place bets but he didn’t need to know that. “Am I the reason you decided to haul yourself out of your little lair, then?”

Harry chuckled, the sound low and husky, sending a shiver through her despite her best efforts to subdue the reaction. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her skin. "Partially," he admitted, his gaze sticking to hers. "But mostly, I just wanted to see you dancing tonight." He stepped closer, his face inches from hers. "You look absolutely divine in the moonlight like that, Y/N."

Seeing her nude, free, moving around so passionately was beautiful. It was something he wanted to see again. She could be a goddess herself if she wanted to be. Sometimes he was highly aware she underestimated her beauty and her power, but this was one of the most glaring moments.

“You’ve seen me naked quite a few times.” She muttered, voice quiet as she raised a brow at him. If he felt the heat on her face she would blame the fire, or the dancing, but it was definitely from him. Y/N was rarely, if ever, flustered by a man- but he managed to be one of the only ones who had her feeling all out of sorts and blushy. “I’ll take it as a compliment, though. There were plenty of naked women here tonight. I’m sure you enjoyed it.”

Harry's lips curled into a smirk at her words, his eyes glinting with mischief and something darker, more primal. "But none of them are you." The witch murmured, his voice soft and intent. He reached out, his fingers trailing down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I may have seen you naked before, but it never fails to take my breath away."

“Harry.” She warned softly, turning to the side. It was an open secret, really. People sort of knew that she and Harry fucked, considering she wasn’t able to be quiet when he did, but tonight was different. Tonight was a ritual night, and traditional rules didn’t go.

She knew what he was doing.

“If you wanted to fuck me tonight, you can just say that.” Soon, the forest would be filled with the sounds of pleasure. The people who wanted to go home would disperse and the others would strengthen their bond to the moon, elevating their power through their sexual energy.

Harry's eyes flashed with heat at her blunt words, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Oh, I want to do more than just fuck you tonight, Y/N," he said, his voice a dark purr. He pressed against her , one hand coming to rest on her hip as the other slid up to wrap around her throat, not squeezing, just...there. "I want to worship every inch of your body under the moonlight. But I meant what I said. Not tryin’ t’soften you up.”

Yes. He didn’t want anyone else to do this with Y/N. He wanted her.

“I have to ask, though… Did you bring any of that fun stuff we tried out last month with you?”

Y/N’s body felt a new level of warmth as he pulled her into his body, letting her head fall back to look at him. She knew exactly what he was talking about- and she did.

Realistically, she knew he was going to do this. She hadn’t wanted to get her hopes up, but this was the outcome she’d wanted. Packing the two pink vials into her robe pocket, she’d tried to manifest him showing up so he could be the one to take the potion with her and experience the pleasure she had put into it.

They’d played with it a few times, when she needed to experiment with it. The first time being before she sold it off, she needed to test the batch and… well, Harry was available, and it had been the start to their little arrangement.

“I do have it.” She pulled the vials out of her pocket, letting them clank in her palm. “Is that what you want to take tonight?”

Harry's eyes locked onto the vials, a predatory gleam appearing in their depths. He licked his lips slowly, deliberately. "Mmmm, you read my mind, gorgeous. S’almost like you knew I’d be here for you." His hand slid from her throat to tangle in her hair, tugging her head back further. "I thought you'd never ask." He plucked one of the vials from her palm, holding it up to the moonlight. “Open.”

With a wicked grin, Harry unstoppered the vial and brought it to her lips. Y/N parted her lips, and he slowly tipped the vial, pouring the shimmering, pink-hued potion into her mouth. A few drops spilled over, trailing down her chin and neck, glinting in the moonlight. "Swallow for me, Goddess. Take it down."

She tilted her head back further, her throat working as she swallowed the potion. Harry's eyes were riveted to the movement, his voice growing hoarse. "That's it, almost done with it. You take it so well. Open up for me again." He brought the vial back to her lips, repeating the motion until the vial was empty, the last few drops spilling over her chin and onto her bare breasts.

He tossed the empty vial aside, his focus solely on Y/N. His touch gentled, his fingers trailing down her neck and collarbone, smearing the spilled potion across her skin, letting the residual warm her and spread the sparkle over the expanse for him to lick up later. "You're gonna get messier before this night is over."

Harry took the second vial, his eyes never leaving hers. He brought it to his own lips, tilting his head back and draining it in one long pull. As he swallowed the last drop, a shudder ran through him, his pupils dilating with the rush. "Fuck, that's...intense." He licked his lips, tasting the lingering sweetness. "I can feel it already. My senses are heightened." His head tilted as he looked at her curiously. “Y’did some work on it and didn’t consult me? What a shame.” He clicked his tongue, taking hold of her hand, walking them further back into the trees. “C’mon.”

As they walked, Harry's hand tightened around hers, his grip firm as he squeezed their palms together. Pulling her along, his steps grew surer with each one as the potion took full effect, warming his blood further. The spot he led her to was somewhat secluded, the trees dense around them, moon filtering through the canopy above to cast dappled light upon their faces. He turned to her, his eyes gleaming with desire that had been heightened. The sounds of pleasure had already started out in the other parts of the forest, but he was focused on her as he muttered under his breath. She couldn’t quite make out what he said, but realized quickly as the long grass weaved together out of the thin air that he had cast an enchantment to make the ground softer for them.

Harry turned to face her fully, his expression one of raw, unbridled lust. The potion had ignited his desire to a fever pitch, but the full moon always did have an effect to elevate all emotions. "I can smell your arousal, feel the heat coming off your skin." He stepped closer, backing her up until her back hit a broad tree trunk. His hands found her hips, gripping them over the soft velvet as he pressed his body flush against hers. "I'm going to worship every inch of you tonight, little goddess."

Y/N's breath hitched as her back met the tree, her head tilting back to look up at him. Her body hummed with anticipation, the potion's effects already coursing through her too. Her own desire was amplified, her heart pounding in her chest. Her breath was coming in quick, shallow pants, breasts heaving against his chest. A soft moan escaped her as she squirmed against him, her hands reaching up to grip his broad shoulders.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails scraping against the skin as she held on for dear life as his pillowy lips pressed sloppy kisses down the expanse of her throat. The simplest action made her stomach churn in the best way, eyes fluttering shut as the tiniest wet drag of his tongue under her jaw had her keening. With a sigh, her head fell back against the tree trunk, the rough bark pressing into her scalp as she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. a started squeak left her as he lifted her with no warning, but held no hesitation with legs wrapping around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back as she tried to pull him even closer. Her mouth hung open, soft gasps and moans escaping in between desperate little pants.

Harry groaned against her throat, the vibrations rumbling through her as he licked a hot stripe up to her ear. "You taste divine. So fucking good." he growled, nipping at the lobe. His hands slid down to grip her thighs, squeezing the supple flesh as he ground his hips against hers. The heat of his arousal pressed insistently against her core, even through the fabric of his trousers. "It’s time to get this robe off. I want to see this beautiful skin in the moonlight, just for myself.”

With a flick of his wrist, the sash of her robe loosened, the fabric gaping open to reveal the curve of her breasts. A guttural groan left him as he pushed the garment off her shoulders, the material pooling at her waist where her legs were wrapped around him. His head ducked down, his mouth finding her breast, drawing her peaked bud between his lips. He sucked hard, pulling a cry from her.

The potion was a heating crescendo in his veins, every beat of his heart a pounding drum as it coursed through him. Every touch, every scent, every sound was magnified tenfold. The feel of her thighs wrapped around him was an exquisite torture, his body burning to be inside her. His skin was flushed, his breaths coming in deep, heavy inhalations as he tried to draw in more of her breast into his mouth.

His hands trembled as they roamed over her body, fingers digging into her possessively. The potency of the potion had his control slipping, his actions becoming more urgent, more demanding. Hips bucked against her, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her core through his trousers. He growled against her skin, the sound primal as he fought to maintain his composure. "You're drivin’ me mad.” The husky groan was deep in his throat as fingertips ran up her thigh. Any chill from the night was forgotten as the magic in their veins warmed their blood, the sole focus being on exactly what was poured into the mixture- pleasure.

He took his time with her, his movements languid and deliberate. His hands caressed her skin like she was a precious artifact, thumbs brushing over her ribs before sliding up to cup her breasts. His mouth followed suit, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against her flesh, tongue lapping at her like she was the finest fruit he could have picked off the trees in her carefully cultivated yard.

Plucking her from the tree, he gently set her down in the plush grass bed he had conjured so he could worship her slowly, starting at her ankles. He kissed each one, then ran his fingers along her calves, behind her knees, up her thighs. He nuzzled the soft flesh of her belly, his hands skimming her hips and waist. He pressed his face between her breasts, inhaling deeply before placing a kiss to each one. “I’ve been waiting all month for this.” He admitted shamelessly, licking between her tits up towards her neck. The shiver ran through her body as he suckled on the skin at the center of her throat, making her breath hitch. “I think it’s time.”

Y/N felt like she was on fire, every nerve ending lit as his tongue ran over her skin. Her skin tingled every place he touched her, and even where he hadn't, as if his presence alone was enough to set her aflame. Her heart raced in her chest, fluttering like a bird in a cage as his hands and mouth roamed over her body. She could feel the heat pooling between her thighs, her core throbbing with a need that was almost painful. “Harry.” She breathed, fingers finding his hair. “You know better than to tease me this much when we’ve taken a vial…”

His chuckle against her neck was warm and low, the vibrations making her squirm. "I know, little goddess." He murmured, voice sultry. Green eyes darkened as he gazed at her. "But I wanted to savor you." To emphasize his point, he took his time again, trailing kisses down her collarbone, between her breasts, down her soft belly until he was kneeling between her thighs. “Is that so wrong?”

His fingers gently parted her, gaze fixed on her face as he slowly leaned down to taste her. She gasped, back arching as his hot mouth closed over her. His hands gripped her thighs, keeping them spread wide as he devoured her like a man starved. The magic had taken full effect, the only thing on their minds being what could get them closer, what could concoct the most pleasure. He was hungry for it, for her as he spread her open for him, letting the moonlight shadow his features as he looked up at her. The heat of his mouth was overwhelming, and she fisted her hands in his hair, hips bucking against his face. "Harry, do not tease me..." She growled. “You know what I like.”

“Shush, Goddess. I take care of you each time. I don’t want to hear your tongue unless it’s moaning or singing my name.” Dark eyes shot her a look of promise. Harry would take care of her. He always did.

His tongue delved deeper, flicking against her clit as he sucked gently. Adding a finger, he curled it to rub against that special spot inside her as he continued to lap at her pussy. The whine that left her throat was a reward, a pulse in his trousers as he stroked over it. The other hand came up to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he worked her open with his mouth. The sound of his eating, the wet slurping noises, filled the night air as he feasted on her.

Her head fell back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as his fingers and tongue worked in tandem to drive her wild. Her hips undulated against his face, seeking more of that delicious friction. One hand fisted in his hair, holding him against her as if afraid he'd stop. The other tangled her fingers in the weaved grass, knuckles pale with how hard she was gripping. "Yes, right there..." She whimpered, thighs trembling around his head. “Your tongue is so good, your fingers- keep fucking me like that, Harry.”

He growled against her, the vibrations making her see stars along with the bright moon in the sky above her as he doubled his efforts. Two fingers pumped in and out of her slick hole, curling to hit that spot inside her. His tongue flicked rapidly over her clit, alternating between broad licks and soft suckling. The hand on her breast slid up to wrap around her throat, squeezing lightly. It was just enough pressure to make her feel owned, possessed by the man between her legs.

He pulled back, staring at her. His green eyes glinted hungrily in the dim moonlight, the mix of spit and her glistening on his chin. “I forgot about how much of a mess you make, little Goddess. I think we should add some more, no?” Harry rasped, pursing his lips to spit right over her cunt. The glob of saliva hit her swollen folds and slid downwards, causing her to shiver as she keened, the hand in his head pushing him towards her again. Leaning back down, his tongue lapped at her, spreading the mess as his digits pumped in and out.

His fingers crooked just right inside her, stroking along that sensitive bundle of nerves as his tongue focused on her clit. He could feel her tightening around his digits, her thighs quivering on either side of his head. "Cum for me, my goddess," Harry growled against her flesh, the vibrations pushing her closer to the edge. "Let me feel this sweet cunt spasm on my tongue so I can fuck you. The moon is so bright, I want you to look right at it as you cum for me.”

The words were her undoing. With a moan that echoed through the night, Y/N's back arched off the ground. Her inner walls clamped down on Harry's fingers, pulsing and squeezing as her orgasm ripped through her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her vision whiting out as she stared up at the moon. Harry swallowed her cries, his face buried in her cunt as he lapped up her cream.

The potion amplified her orgasm, making it feel like a tidal wave of warmth crashing over her. Each pulse of her pussy around Harry's fingers sent shockwaves through her entire body, making her toes curl and her back arch even further. The magic in the vial seemed to reach inside her and squeezed her for every drop of pleasure. It felt like her entire world had narrowed down to that one spot, her clit and Harry's fingers the only things that existed.

As her body finally stilled and her breathing attempted returning to normal, Harry slowly pulled his fingers out of her. He licked them clean, a smug smile on his face as he watched her sprawled out on the ground, boneless and sated. He stood up, his movements deliberate as he undid his belt and trousers, shoving them down to pool around his ankles. Her pleasure had always been his driving force, but making her orgasm like that was exactly the thing he needed. His cock had something to show for it, hard and ready, as he stepped out of his clothes.

Y/N sat up, recovering quickly from her intense orgasm- all thanks to the damn potion. It would need to be recreated exactly when she got back to her cottage, saved for occasions like this.

Thank the moon for magic.

She looked at Harry, a sly smile on her face as she reached out to tug him down to the grassy bed beside her. He landed with a soft thud, looking up at her with a raised eyebrow. "My turn." The witch purred, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. She reached between them, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft and guiding it towards her pussy.

Harry let out a low groan as Y/N's hand squeezed around him, her fingers not quite meeting as she stroked him from root to tip. She positioned him at her entrance, her heat caressing the head of him as she slowly sank down, taking him deep inside her. His head fell back against the grass, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. He could feel every inch of her as she took him in, her tight heat enveloping him.

The magic coursing through her made every sensation feel magnified and intense, and that was saying something considering sex with Harry without any influence was the best she had. The drag of Harry's prick against her sensitive walls was almost too much to bear. She could feel every ridge and vein, every twitch of him inside her. Her nerve endings were on fire, pleasure sparking through her with each movement. She threw her head back with a moan, her hips starting to roll, riding him with increasing fervor as the magic demanded more.

Watching her ride him, Harry couldn't keep the groan from leaving the back of his throat. Nothing in his life had been more beautiful, more sensual than the witch riding his cock, bathed in moonlight. She was gleaming, nearly glittering as her lust blown eyes peered down at him, nails digging into the inked chest with each roll of her hips. "By the moon, you're fucking beautiful," he rasped, his hands gripping her hips as she set the pace. "Look at you taking me so well, little goddess. You feel amazing." He murmured, his hips lifting to meet hers, driving himself deeper. "I could spend eternity inside you and it still wouldn't be enough. Perfect cunt swallowing me up, hot and precious. I wasn’t going to let you share it with anyone else tonight."

"You're mine," he hissed through gritted teeth as she swiveled her hips, grinding down on him. "No other man gets to feel this. Only me. Say it." His hands squeezed her backside, encouraging her to ride him harder as his own hips thrust up in a matching rhythm. "Say you're only mine, Y/N. Tell me this is just for me."

Their secret little rendezvous had been the best thing to happen to him. Everything he needed, really. Potion or not, his pull towards her was guided and stronger each cycle of the moon and he knew it meant she was his, somehow- some way. They kept it quiet though it was an open secret, but he didn’t want it to be any longer. He wanted the woman to be his.

"I'm yours, Harry. Only yours," Y/N gasped out, her nails raking down his chest as she rode him hard and fast. The magic made her words come true, like a vow sealed in starlight and shadow. "No one else could ever make me feel like this. You're the only one who knows how to touch me, how to make me come undone." Breaths came out in pants as she fucked herself on him, the vibration in her blood making her more desperate for it. She wanted him, wanted him to want her.

Harry's eyes gleamed with triumph and possessiveness as she declared herself his. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down onto his chest as he took over the pace, thrusting up into her with deep, powerful strokes. The magic surged, amplifying every movement until it felt like he was fucking her soul, touching bits he had never even dreamt of before. "Swear by the moon. Tell her that you're mine." He growled, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "My little witch, my perfect little goddess- Swear yourself to me, tell the Moon that you’ve chosen your soul bond. I can not pretend the secret meetings are enough. This is all I crave, day in and day out." He pulled his face up to hers, meeting her eyes. “Proclaim it.”

"I... I choose you, Harry," Y/N stammered out, her voice hitching as he drove up into her, the hard ridges of his abs rubbing against her sensitive clit. "By the moon, I choose you. No other... only you. You're my soul bond, my moon and stars. I swear it." The magic thrummed through her veins, sealing her oath.

It all made sense now.

Harry's eyes flashed with dark fire as she swore herself to him. He crushed his mouth to hers, his kiss searing and dominating. His hands gripped her ass tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he powered into her, his pace growing harder, faster. He growled against her mouth, "Yes... My little goddess. Say it again. Tell me you're mine." The magic pulsed around them, mirroring the rhythm of their bodies.

"I'm yours, Harry," Y/N whimpered out between kisses, her voice breaking as the pleasure consumed her. "I'm yours, forever and always. Only yours." Her body began to shake, her orgasm building to a crescendo as he pounded into her. The moon hung low in the sky, watching over them as they made their sacred vow. Harry's thrusts became erratic, his own release looming as he heard her declare herself his.

"And I am yours, by the light of the moon," Harry declared, his voice flowing out into the night. "Y/N, my witch, my goddess, you are mine and I am yours, now and forever. By the power of the celestial bodies….” He panted, looking up at her with hooded eyes. “By the magic that binds us, I proclaim myself your soul bond, your half, your everything." It was too much. Feeling the beginnings of her orgasm, feeling the soul bond snap into place, finally getting the confirmation that she was his as much as he was hers, it was overwhelming. His body felt every bit of it, pleasure thrumming through him as he broke. Thrusting up into her one last time, he held himself deep as his orgasm ripped through him.

Harry's declaration pushed Y/N over the edge. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she cried out his name as the feeling overtook her. Her cunt tightened around him, milking him for all he was worth as her body trembled with pleasure that was unheard of for her, even with the vials. This was something new, something raw and real and she hadn’t even anticipated it feeling this good. But perhaps it wasn’t just the potion, but the man she was with instead. Stars burst behind her eyes, and she could've sworn she heard the moon sing approval as their bond snapped into place, sealing them together.

Harry's arms pulled her down her as she convulsed on top of him, his own body shuddering with aftershocks, holding her to his body to soothe her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hot breath tickling her skin. "My Y/N." He murmured softly, his voice laced with a newfound sense of possession and an underpainting of love. "My moonlit obsession, my forever girl." He kissed her neck gently, his hands stroking her back soothingly.

His gentle touches and murmured words slowly brought Y/N back down to earth, catching her soul before it went too far up to the stars. She sagged against him, her body heavy and sated, her limbs like jelly. He supported her weight effortlessly, his strong arms wrapped protectively around her. "Shh, it's alright, little goddess," he whispered, his voice a hushed rumble against her ear. "I've got you. You're safe.”

Y/N's body continued to tremble slightly in the aftermath, her heart racing. She clutched at Harry, her fingers digging into his shoulders as if he were the only solid thing in a world that had suddenly become liquid and shimmering around her. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, not from sadness but from the sheer overwhelming intensity of what she had just experienced.

Harry noticed her trembling and gently wiped away her tears with his thumbs, his touch infinitely tender. He began to press soft kisses all over her face - her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her chin, her tear-stained cheeks again. Each kiss was a silent promise, a whispered I love you against her skin. He murmured soothingly, "That's it, my love. Calm. You're alright. I've got you."

Y/N's bleary, tear-streaked smile was the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen. It was a smile of pure trust, of complete surrender, of utter contentment. They’d been playing cat and mouse for far too long. This had always been their fate. She looked up at him with eyes that shone like the moon herself, her gaze filled with adoration as she looked down at him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held him close as if she never wanted to let go, sagging into him as she trailed chaste kisses over his sweat damp neck.

Harry nuzzled into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed as she marked him with her gentle pecks. He turned his head, pulling hers up to capture her lips in a soft, sweet kiss. It was a far cry from the dominant, claiming kiss they had shared earlier. This was a promise, a declaration of love in its purest form. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers as he looked deep into her eyes. "We're bonded.”

Y/N's eyes widened at his words, a fresh wave of tears spilling down her cheeks, but this time they were tears of joy. She nodded, a shaky smile spreading across her face. "I felt it." she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "It was like... like a piece of my soul clicking into place with yours." She placed a hand over his heart, feeling it beat in sync with her own.

For so long, they had danced around their feelings, afraid to voice them aloud, afraid to ruin the delicate balance of their dynamic. But the magic sent by the moon was meant to bring them together, to force them to confront the truth. And as they sat there, hearts pounding in sync, they both knew that there was no going back. They were meant to be, and the moon had spoken.

"No more dancing around, yeah?" Harry said softly, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "No more tiptoeing, no more 'what ifs' and 'maybes'." He leaned in, kissing her deeply, pouring all his unspoken feelings into the kiss. When he pulled back, Y/N was breathless, her eyes dazed. "And I think it goes without saying… M’the only one you’ll be testing these potions with from now on.”

[taleahbabyyy]

His lost girl

He thought he lost you forever, he thought he’d never see you again never touch you or hold you again, you were his reason for living. until one night you left when things got too hard for you, you couldn’t handle your fathers beatings anymore your mom had already left and now it was just you and your dad, you would remind him of her your mother. you had beautiful brown eyes and black curly long hair, you attracted a lot of men’s attention with your beauty just like your mother did. So your dad would beat you for that and for reminding him of her, until one day you had enough and fought back and caught the belt that he was hitting you with, and shoved him against the shelf causing it to crash and fall over along with him falling over it, once you realized what you have done you took off running and left the little house and never looked back, you left the Mississippi and was gone for a short period of time you left when you were 17 and finally came back at 20. even though you weren’t gone long it felt like eternity to him, every night he would search for you and look for you scent in others but nothing worked no one could compare to you, he tried to drown his thoughts out but couldn’t his mind kept coming back to you and thinking of how good you would taste with your lips on his, your warm skin on his pale skin how his name would roll off of your tongue so softly. At night time you would always let him in and he would just lay in bed with you and kiss you till you were breathless, he would also taste you from your feminine parts which you loved and ached for him, he knows how badly that would drive you crazy and how much you needed him but he’d make you beg for it before he could finally give you what you wanted.

Now that your dad was dead and gone you could finally live your life the way you wanted it to be, you moved back to your so called childhood home, yes it held some bad memories but it also held good memories from your mom which you will always cherish.

It was now night fall and you were doing some house work and rearranging the whole house trying to make it different and feel different, finally you decided to take a break and drink some cold water to cool yourself down after that you started to change and go to bed. You walked upstairs and change into your night gown, once you were about to get in bed you heard a weird noise coming from downstairs once you head down and look and see that the front door is wide open you stare at it confused for a brief moment then walk over and close it and lock it, you sigh heavily and walk back upstairs and into your room. Suddenly you freeze in your tracks at what you’re looking at, this can’t be real this has to be a dream finally after all these years you’ve come face to face with him. “Hey baby, It’s been a long time.” You stare at him in disbelief “r-remmick.” He smiles at you “thought you could forget about me huh?.”you stay quiet, he chuckles “can’t say nothin now can ya?.” He walks closer to you “you have no idea how long I’ve been waitin to finally see ya again it felt like an eternity without ya without tasting ya again.”

He finally closes the space in between you two as your pulse quickens and your heartbeat goes fast, not to mention he’s really close to you to where you could feel his hot breath hitting your ear as he’s getting closer to your face, he lifts up your chin and whispers in your ear “I know you’ve been aching for me darlin, I know how badly you’ve been missin me hell I’ve missed you so fuckin much.” Your body starts to tremble a bit at his physical touch that you’ve been aching and missing for “p-please don’t.” He looks at you in awe and tilts his head slightly “don’t what baby? I just wanna show ya how much I missed ya, don’t act like you don’t want the same thang love.” “I d-don’t want t-this so please just stop.” You beg but it falls on deaf ears as he traces his fingers down your jawline to between your breasts as he starts to kiss them softly making you bite down on your lip as he kisses sucks on your sensitive buds. He then lifts up your gown and takes it off of you leaving you only in your cotton underwear, he picks you up as you wrap your legs around his waist as he lays you down on your bed and kisses you on your lips passionately, he starts to trace his kisses all the way down to your stomach as he then pulls your underwear down revealing your throbbing wet feminine parts.

“I knew ya missed me.” He says as he then dips his head down between your thighs and begins to thrust his tongue deep inside you, hitting your sensitive nerves making you cry out and moan.

He was eating you like he hasn’t ate in days every slow lick with the thrust of his tongue sent waves of pleasure throughout your body, your legs were shaking and your hips were twitching and you don’t think you could hold on for much longer with the way he was licking you. It’s been a minute since you had any sexual encounter the last time you did it was with your ex boyfriend and he didn’t lick you or fuck you the way Remmick does to you, it doesn’t even compare to the way Remmick does it. He starts to groan as he’s thrusting and licking his tongue inside of you enjoying every taste of you “I missed this taste so much, I can’t get enough of it baby.” He sticks his finger inside of you and starts to pump it causing you to have knots in your stomach, you feel yourself about to release “don’t hold back baby let go.” After he commanded it you followed and immediately came undone all over his tongue and mouth but he didn’t stop he still kept going and going until you felt so sore and weak, you were begging for him to stop. “Remmick please I can’t anymore it hurts.” You started to tear up from the overwhelming feeling you’d had between your legs and as he kept licking you and thrusting his tongue inside of you hitting your g spot making you climax again on his tongue the second time, finally he stops as he licks you clean. “M’sorry baby I couldn’t help myself I missed ya sweet taste.”

You try to calm yourself down from the high you were feeling, but the worse has yet to come he wasn’t even close to done with you and he never will be. You could see the print of him in his pants, seeing it made you so very wet you forgot how big he was. you watch him unzip his pants and free himself swiftly making you flinch, he chuckles at himself he loves how you still acted around him how shy and nervous you’re when it comes down to this, he takes of his pants fully and shirt leaving him with just his chain and tank top. Your legs start to tremble some more you aren’t ready for what’s about to happen but you really want it to happen, you missed him more then what you could say and his touch.

He walks over and climbs on top of you and begins to kiss you passionately, as you kiss him back you bite his lip gently. He aligns himself to your dripping wet entrance, he carefully slides himself in making you whimper as he starts to do deep thrusts inside of you, as you wrap your legs around his waist. Suddenly he pulls out of you and you moan as you suddenly feel the emptiness of him but he slams back inside of you and starts to thrust getting rougher and rougher with you now pounding into you as you moan and cry out his name”tell me yer mine darlin, tell me that ya won’t leave me again that ya only belong to me.” He whispers in your ear “I-I’m yours I’m all yours I won’t leave you I’ll never leave you baby I’m all yours.” You kept repeating it over and over again until you knew he was satisfied, he rests his face in the croak of your neck as he uses his free hand and presses down on your stomach, suddenly you start to feel another knot in your stomach and your walls start to tighten around remmicks member he groans as you’re squeezing him tight still pressing down on your stomach while still pounding into you he then whispers into your ear”you mine forever and I’ll always make sure of that now cum for me baby.” Right on time you immediately climaxed all over his member and not too far behind he also finishes inside of you burying himself deep within you, he stays inside you still for a moment feeling you throbbing and swollen he smirks then finally pulls out of you and lays next to you as you lay on his chest.

After tonight oh things are just beginning for you.

I have other ideas for my next one. no matter how much I try I still cannot get him out of my head ughhhh.

[0310s]

boynextdoor with a fashionable s/o ⊹๋࣭⭑

members: bnd legal line x gender neutral reader

genre & tags: fluff, established relationship

wc: 1.9k

a/n: as someone who adores dressing up, i just thought this was something i eventually had to write! i've slowly been building my closet these past few months, looking for thrifted clothes and jewelry i can add to my rotation! it's been fulfilling and i get a lot of energy from the outfits i wear (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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ᯓ★ sungho 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

i personally think sungho is attracted to people who wear more feminine styles of clothing. he just enjoys how pretty and delicate everything looks! he also likes someone with a cozy style—basically anything soft and huggable. the closest style i can think of would be coquette! think oversized cardigans, knit sweaters, pleated or tiered skirts, ribbons, mary janes, and cute hats (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

sungho would definitely be an enthusiastic partner if you asked him to accompany you to shop. he looks at each item with an careful eye, assessing the item’s quality in comparison to the price point. i also believe sungho has your wardrobe memorized, so if you show him something similar to what you already have, he’ll point that out so you can look for something else. plus he’ll be a big help calculating costs when you’re shopping on a budget! he’s definitely your voice of reason if you feel indecisive, listing down the pros and cons of each piece. and he’d definitely hold you back if you wanted to buy items out of your budget ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

sungho would def be shy about couple items that are too obvious, so he’d settle for matching necklaces/bracelets with subtle, delicate designs. sungho also tries to match your energy for the day—if you’re going for something lowkey, he’ll do the same, and when you put more effort into your outfit for the day he’ll dress up more! but he'll make sure to never outshine you... he wants everyone to see how pretty you are and focus their attention on you.

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ᯓ★ riwoo 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

riwoo would most likely be attracted to someone who has a quirky and interesting style. the closest style i can think of would be that of 90s harajuku streetwear (think fruits magazine!). he’d like someone who has a strong sense of personal style and someone who’s knowledgeable about clothing materials. plus someone who knows how to layer and experiments/is willing to take risks! i can imagine him thinking someone with colored hair, bright makeup, and who accessorizes is cool (∩˃o˂∩)♡ 

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

as the most fashionable member in bnd, riwoo would definitely possess a more critical eye when it comes to shopping with you. you’d have dates where you spend all day browsing clothing shops, especially thrift or vintage stores! riwoo makes sure to point out unique pieces or items with good silhouettes. he also thinks about layering and helps you pick items that go well together with your existing closet. he definitely considers durability as a priority—if the piece looks too flimsy, it’s not going home with you.

and if there’s something you really, really want but is out of your budget, he’d most likely buy it for you behind your back, then quietly gifts it to you before the day ends. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) he would buy items you’re both interested in, mostly accessories and outerwear, so you can share them!

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

rather than owning couple items, riwoo and you would borrow from each other's closets! you share accessories like scarves, necklaces, rings, hats, brooches, belts, and even glasses, as well as jackets or layering pieces like vests or button downs. at the rate you nab items from each other, you practically have a shared closet. as for coordinating outfits, riwoo thinks it’s a fun challenge to match your outfits based on materials and patterns! your outfits won’t look similar, but they’ll look like they come from the same collection. i'm sure you and riwoo have a highly popular, shared instagram where you post your looks—you'd definitely be considered a "power couple"!

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ᯓ★ jaehyun 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

i feel like jaehyun wouldn’t have any specific preference as to style, but i think he’d still like a well-dressed s/o! jaehyun would be fine with anything casual and comfortable—clothing that come to mind include cropped tees or button downs, baggy jeans, oversized varsity jackets, and chunky sneakers! but if you’d prefer something more feminine or dressy, he’ll be your #1 hype man ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) he thinks you look pretty in anything you wear because you’re you!

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

jaehyun definitely likes to wander around, but he tries his best to stay Focused when you’re out shopping with him! he’s honest about whether something looks good on you or not. sometimes it results to petty arguments when you’re very insistent about buying a certain item he doesn’t like… but he’ll cave in when you give him your absolutely convincing puppy eyes ૮ ◕ ﻌ ◕ ა. it’ll be very obvious if he likes something—when you come out from the dressing room in a great outfit, he’ll look like he’s just seen his spouse in wedding attire for the first time, jaw drop and all ᰔᩚ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა. he’ll be so full of praise for you it gets a bit embarrassing when there are others in the fitting room area!

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

i strongly believe jaehyun is a sucker for obvious couple outfits or items—he wants everyone to know you belong to each other!!! ૮ ・ﻌ・აᯓᡣ𐭩 he’d definitely love matching jackets or hoodies, something that’ll be comfortable for the both of you! but he’ll also want to have matching necklaces for sure, something to remind you both of each other when you’re apart ₊˚⊹♡ similarly, jaehyun loves coordinating your outfits for special dates! like sungho, he’ll match your vibe for the day—if you’re going for a comfy look, he’ll follow suit; if you want to spend your day in baggy streetwear, he’ll do the same.

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ᯓ★ taesan 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

taesan would prefer someone with an opposite style from him, so he’d find a feminine style appealing and interesting! your style could be goth, alt, coquette, or even none of those—honestly, it doesn’t really matter to him. he thinks skirts are very pretty though, whether they be mini skirts with stockings, patterned midi skirts, or flowy maxi skirts.

taesan also likes how your nails are so perfect and meticulously done and considers getting his own nails painted. plus, he’s amazed at how you’re a master at your makeup routine and the amount of effort you put into it, so he watches makeup tutorials in his own time to surprise you by replicating your makeup routine on you (∩˃o˂∩)♡ he would also love taking fit pictures with you with a digicam, and he’d love snapping pictures of you as you pose along the street.

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

taesan loves shopping with his s/o. it’s a time for him to observe his s/o’s preferences and what makes your face light up. when you see an item that makes you gasp in delight, he tries hard to hide a smile at your enthused reaction and silently takes note. he's pretty fashionable, so he’ll be reliable when you ask him for fashion advice! when you shop together, taesan will be honest about what suits you and what doesn’t. when you hold up an item that doesn’t look that nice, he’ll have that pensive look on his face if he’s not into it. he’ll help you look for alternatives when an item you want isn’t in stock. taesan also offers you tips on how to layer jewelry!

taesan is also the type to see an item he thinks would suit you and buy it for you. he ends up accumulating so much that it fills an entire box—when you ask him what he’s bought you so many clothes for, he turns red and shyly tells you how they reminded him of you… which makes you flustered and sooo happy (˶ ᵔ ̫ ᵔ ˶) ♡

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

taesan would secretly adore matching items. you bring it up in passing but are too nervous to directly initiate anything… (づ>/////<)♡ he's initially shy at the thought of it, but when he does his own research, he grows attached to the idea of having matching items with you, someone he dearly cares for. so one day, he gifts you with matching earrings while shyly mentioning he’d love to wear them together! from then on, you'd have fun looking for matching jewelry together.

like riwoo, he’d love to coordinate outfits based on materials and patterns. in particular, he’d love to coordinate a mix of knit, denim, leather, or plaid, typically in neutral/dark colors like off-white, gray, black, or dark red. still, the outfits wouldn’t look exactly the same and would leave room for you to experiment with your individual styles! 

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ᯓ★ leehan 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

i think leehan has no particular preference when it comes to fashion, anything goes really! he’s very supportive and content to see how happy you are with the clothes you wear. he wouldn’t mind anyone with a different style from him. at the very least, he’d want you to be comfortable and warm in your outfit. he brings bandaids, safety pins, and a little sewing kit around with him in case any accidents happen—he’d definitely trade his sneakers for yours if your feet start hurting in your shoes ૮ - ﻌ • ა  leehan saves every fit pic you send him and uses them as his wallpaper, and he'd take candid pics of you too and swoon at how cute and pretty and cool you are in your outfit.

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

while he’s not particular about his s/o’s fashion, he’d want to be there while his s/o shops or chooses what outfit to wear for the day. leehan loves quality time with his s/o! but don’t rely on him for fashion advice or expect it to be a productive time; he thinks you look pretty in everything and will let you know. he’s so sincere about it too that you can’t even get mad at him.

but one thing leehan will be insistent about is you wearing fish or marine-themed clothing. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 he makes you fit the most atrocious fish-patterned polo that looks like something your granddad would wear and thinks you look hot. he sees this cap that goes “fish love me, women fear me” and full-on begs you to buy it. and you know what? you do—because how can you refuse the pleading of a pretty boy like leehan? (ㅅ´ ˘ `) he's just happy to see you dressed up in something he has an interest in.

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

leehan would definitely buy you matching alien plush keychains to attach to your bags or belt loops 👽⋆｡°✩ he’d feel giddy looking at your matching charms and how cute they look on you… it’s like you bring a part of him everywhere you go 🛸 and i stand by this—leehan would definitely have custom shirts printed for the both of you that say “i love fish and my s/o”. deep inside you’re embarrassed at how the design looks like it’s been shoddily done on microsoft powerpoint, but when leehan proudly admits he made it himself, you just shut up and wear it… anything for him i guess (๑>؂•̀๑)

something i’ve also observed is how in the bnd content online, leehan wears long sleeves almost all the time! so rather than have coordinating outfits, leehan would lend you his outerwear. he’s a man with a plan—but is veeeery sneaky about it. he accidentally “forgets” his sweaters at your place. he also lends you his jacket with the excuse of “adding layers” to your outfit (something he learned from you!!!). and somehow, his clothes make their way into your closet—you’re highly puzzled, but you’re not complaining (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡

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ᯓ★ networks: @onedoornet 

[attabxy]

Hiii <3 could you please write an Erik Campbell x reader fic where Reader is a 'Y2K it girl' (like pink animal print, playboy bunny necklaces, fake tan vibes)

And Julia is like Reader's bestie too? And if you would like, include a song to read along to?

Dating a Y2K Reader - E. Campbell

Pairing: Erik Campbell X Reader (romantic, gender-neutral).

Media: Final Destination Bloodlines.

Content Warning(s): Julia is Reader's best friend, opposites attract, feminine-leaning/presenting Reader (she/her is not used), Erik once had an emo phase, the nickname 'Kiki' is used for Erik, Julia and Reader are mid-twenties while Erik is late twenties to early thirties.

(Author's Note: Hi, Anonymous! Take this heart <3 and brace yourself because I've never written Y2K before! This is the most I've had to research for headcanons because I'm only vaguely familiar with the Y2K aesthetic. I'm not sure if this is explicitly a female reader, so I've written Reader to be gender-neutral but more leaning to being female. I've also taken inspiration from this Erik 'fic by @/multi-fandom-imagine. Show them some love! As well, I included Sexy Drug by Falling in Reverse as the song. It's not exactly Y2K, but I think this would've been Erik's anthem as an emo boy).

Erik remembers the 2000s', for better or worse.

When they were kids, Julia would drag her older brother to see the newest movie that had Lindsey Lohan or whatever chick-flick was playing in theaters.

It was only mildly embarrassing to walk into Legally Blonde in full black, eyeliner, and belt chain.

He completely forgot about those times until you walked in the door with Julia, dressed to the nines in a pink leopard-print crop top, low-rise jeans, and a belly chain.

"Kiki, you remember my friend, right?" Julia asked him, but his mind was taken aback and into 2005.

He thought 2005 stayed in 2005. Y'know, twenty years ago. But no, it didn't come to him at any point that just maybe someone would keep the aesthetic alive.

There's this part of him that's still a teenager listening to My Chemical Romance and frequenting the local Hot Topic. He's also trying to push down that part of himself.

Lo and behold, that part of him was not pushed down when he started dating you.

While forgetting to tell you that he had an emo phase as a teenager, he was entranced by how you embraced the Y2K aesthetic.

Can't help but (not-so subtlety) stare at your figure in the jeans and the jewelry. He's close to biting his lip and twirling his hair at the sight of you.

He helps you DIY and thrift your clothes, and he's really good at repurposing old clothes. The emo phase really came in handy.

Since Erik's pretty clueless about Y2K, he asks Julia about the aesthetic, as well as what to get you. Not only is she more aware of the Y2K aesthetic, she's also your friend, so she helps with gifts that are tailored to you.

Julia played matchmaker with you and Erik. That's it, send Tweet.

He was surprised that not only did you own a flip phone, but actually used it.

His gifts to you (that aren't clothes) are accessories for you flip phone, as well as an iPod he found at a thrift store for thirty dollars.

Another revelation he had was hearing someone squeal. He didn't think people did that until he gave you the iPod.

Date nights tend to consist of watching 2000s' movies and thrift shopping, which he found himself enjoying (he finds a lot of shirts at thrift shops and Mean Girls is a guilty pleasure movie).

Eventually, you find out Erik had an emo phase. It's the opposite of Y2K, but it was a big aesthetic during the 2000s'.

You sometimes tease him about it, but you try to get him to embrace it, or at least come to terms with it and realize that it isn't that bad.

Fine, he thought as you unearthed the old band shirts, chokers, and 15-year-old makeup that he likely stole from Julia.

Yes, he's cringing. Yes, he's remembering some good memories as he looks at old MySpace pictures of himself. How did he think that was cool?

He's not emo anymore (more metalhead than anything), but his emo phase was a stepping stone into him discovering metal music. He now gets weirdly sentimental over his emo phase and appreciates you for allowing him to look at it in a different light...

...until you post a picture of him recreating one of his emo looks. Now his family teases him about it.

(Author's Note: Anonymous, thank you for bearing with me as I was posting this later than expected. My motivation went to the toilet, and I have summer classes starting. Thank you to everyone who requested headcanons and showed them some love, but I think I'm done for now. I was starting to get burnt-out, and on top of school and a job, I figured it was best to close my requests for now. I still love you guys tremendously, and I think this is a great community that I'll continue to interact with! Go easy on me if I totally misrepresented Y2K, I had to ask several people to define it because I neither partake in Y2K nor emo. Let's hope I didn't misrepresent two aesthetics!

Signing off for now,

-Libby)

[quitealotofsodapop]

Genderbending Laios:

Laios has that energy of; if he ever got genderbent in-canon, his overwhelming reaction would be "Oh! Cool!" followed by "Oh wait! Maybe I can be better friends with Shuro now!" :D

Reasons it happens:

Different variant of Changeling Mushrooms that changes the physical sex of the afflicted rather than the race.

Variant of Shapeshifter that affects a target rather than itself.

Cursed by an artifact made by a misogynist.

Cursed by an artifact made by a girlboss.

Got too curious observing a goddess/entity and got the Siproites treatment.

Accidentally killed a pair of mating monsters and got the Tiresias treatment.

Ate/Drank something they really shouldn't have.

Marcille really f-d up a spell.

Laios really f-d up a spell.

Deal with the Winged Lion went kinda weird.

Thistle did it.

Party Reactions:

Marcille is most horrified cus girl Laios be a terror to keep out of trouble + unsettling resemblance to Falin.

Chilchuck be fighting demons rn; Laios is now a tall, blonde, big thiddy'd woman with no sense of personal space. He is a separated married halffoot damn it! Also, as a dad of three daughters, he's the only one who's prepared to give awkward growing-up conversations fem!Laios should be getting!

Chilchuck: "Laios, that's not how you use a sanitary belt." Fem!Laios, wearing it outside of her pants: "Eh?"

Shuro also fighting demons rn! His potential love interest's annoying older brother is now an annoying older sister who's fixated on becoming closer to him! Also him realising that what attracted him to Falin in the first place is also present in Laios.

Kabru even more intrigued if thats even possible. Meeting a woman who claims to have lived as man - not so strange if Kabru is FTM, but its still a pleasant surprise!

Namari: "When did this happen?" Laios: "Not too long ago." Namari: "Congrats, I guess?" Laios: "Thanks!"

Senshi just hums and says "You need to eat more pickled vegetables. The salts are important for growing women."

Izutsumi is Izutsumi. Lady Laios's bed be warm even tho she pets her a lot. Mom shaped.

Laios' Reaction

That feel when you accidentally crack your own transfem egg with magic.

Something-something; "Women be considered less human in a patriarchal system" so Laios is pretty chill with the situation, albeit is disappointed she doesn't have any cool fangs or multiple heads.

She 100% tries to communicate with the women-shaped monsters, thinking there's now a new common ground. She nearly gets mobbed by harpies before the rest of the party can intervene.

The party have to constantly remind fem!Laios that she has to keep a shirt on around company (which she thinks is dumb) and to be careful when asking men extremely personal questions ("Why?" "They think you're flirting with them." "I can?" "NO!").

Wasn't told how periods or feminine hygiene stuff worked cus it was considered "obscene" for boys to know that stuff in their village. Laios thought she was dying the first time she got her period. Was annoyed/fascinated when Chilchuck managed to explain that it was a natural process.

Laios: "And this happens every month?" Chilchuck, flustered & annoyed: "Yes, if you're healthy." Laios: "When does it stop?" Chilchuck: "A few days at most." Laios: "No, I mean the whole monthly process." Chilchuck: "Uhh... no idea. Think it's different for Halffoots, but normally it sorta just stops when you're a lot older." Laios, pondering face: "Hmm. I must ask any older women we come across in future. I would not like to experience this when I'm old and creaky. Then again... maybe this it why women are more predisposed to using blood magic." Marcille, overhearing: "What does THAT mean!?"

Laios proceeds to bluntly ask Mrs Floke very impersonal questions when their parties overlap. Mr Floke chokes on his tea as the twins snicker at his flustered face. Mrs Floke just laughs, it's not her first time explaining budding womanhood to a young tallman.

Laios takes the opportunity in the Golden Country to wear the fancy dresses with Marcille. Doesn't like them too much tho - prefers plain airy dresses.

I just love girl Laios guys

[butchvampireheimerdinger]

any sevika x butch reader hcs? :P

i see her as soooo butch4butch omg. Transgression is so core to her characterization and I think she would find gender non-conforming dykes soooo attractive. Anyways

Butch4butch! Sevika x reader headcanons

✯ You’ve both got lil peach fuzzy moustaches and neither of u remove ur facial hair so when u kiss ur moustaches tickle each other a little bit.

✯ You’re both rather lesbian obviously and so your love for women n other queer people extends beyond romance. If some dude is bothering some poor chick at the bar, you become the Woman Protection Squad. You’re everyone’s lesbian moms/guard dogs.

✯ Idk who her parents are but she gives off military brat vibes/raised by a strict army father. Now she’s incredibly anti-military (”I didnt always see eye to eye with my old man) but she makes her bed meticulously army style. She’s disciplined like that.

✯ It drives her wild seeing you in “more refined” clothing. Which, for her, means pants without holes that are not jeans, and one of your gay little button ups you probably have. Especially when she becomes a counselor and you show up in Piltover all dyked out in your menswear. Old rich ladies are clutching their pearls and she could probably just take you right there.

✯ Your fav Sevika outfit is the rumpled boxers and wife pleaser combo. Nuff said. Also you share a closet and there’s not a really clear boundary with what belongs to who, except for a few items of clothing that are your “signature.” Like your leather punky battle vest. And her poncho.

✯ You guys would be the punky type of older lesbians that never fought for gay marriage because it was seen as assimilating to a heteronormative society and making queerness palatable to a straight audience. Regardless, you do refer to each other as life partners, domestic partners, sometimes wife. Not really girlfriend unless in a cutesy ironic sorta way.

✯ And as for cutesy nicknames? You call each other “my butch.” Or “my woman” or “my old lady.”

✯ If you did end up having a ceremony with friends and family to celebrate your bond, its double suits fosho. Not exactly matching, but complementary. Maybe borrowed parts from friends and family because who is gonna buy a new suit in this economy? We have a revolution to run!!

✯ It’s at The Last Drop obvs and you hop behind the bar and pour beers, getting your suit all wet. Instead of a bouquet toss, all the single people gather for a rapidfire round of blackjack for who’s the next to get married.

✯ Your “honeymoon” is camping in the nearest wilderness. its all either of you had ever dreamed of. You ride off on your shimmer motorcycle with a billion illegal modifications with cans hanging from it and a sign on the back that says “just hitched.” And you get to watch her chop wood. And she gets to watch you gut a fish. It’s like butchdyke brokeback mountain.

✯ Housework isn’t a masculinity or femininity thing to either of you. She can cook meat, you can do all the plants and veggies cause maybe ur like a gym bro health nut type. Her tendency to load up on protein and nothing else drives you up the wall. “Colorful plate, Sev.”

✯ She does vacuuming and laundry cause she likes to fold stuff a certain way. You do dishes cause neither of you are sure just how waterproof her arm is. And you pick up the clutter so she doesn’t irritate her bad back.

✯ She grills on the barbecue at the summer parties. You pour drinks and set up the trampoline and tetherball thingy/yard games for the kiddos

✯ Affectionate touches include: ruffling each other’s short hair. Pulling you in by the belt loops. Absentmindedly straightening ur rolled up sleeves. You like to rest your head in her lap when its the two of you on the couch and you don’t feel like talking. She uses ur head as a little desk for whatever she’s reading.

✯ You both wear gay little rectangular reading glasses. At night she reads whatever religious text Janna worshippers use in bed next to you and you gab. She peers over her lil glasses at u. Zaun is more religious than Piltover so maybe you both are people of the faith. But if religious trauma exists in this context and you’ve got it, she would always be respectful cause she knows what its like to feel like an outsider.

✯ Obviously you work out together, but neither of you have a consistent routine for that cause ur gay and probably have adhd and her line of work has inconsistent hours.

✯ You have a punching bag in the basement and sometimes the two of you let off steam by punching it back and forth like pingpong. (That’s not how punching bags move, but use your imagination.)

✯ It’s never been a plan for the two of you to have kids and i don’t see formal adoption/ivf/sperm donors being widely accessible in the undercity. But i can see it happening where a disparaged youth on the street adopts the two of you and you become parental figures in that way. Maybe you take in a young trans fellow with a rocky home life. also there’s isha.

✯ If you end up with a younger child in ur care, they call you mama sev or mama vika and mama y/n. Or a cultural name for mom if you have one.

✯ Sevika would be weirdly good with kids because she sees them as people with feelings. She wouldn’t talk down to them or anything. She would be the bad cop but also kind of a gentle parent type. And you know how people sometimes put their naughty kittens or puppies in “air jail?” She is buff enough to do that with her kid one handed until they’re at least ten. And she is the BEST at doing the airplane thing.

Fin.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hi there! Could I please request some hcs with Tenjiku? Where reader has like this yk2 grunge/alt OR the goth style of clothing if ykwim? And, because of this style reader has, they draw a lot of attention to themselves and because they are pretty too ofc, hehe😈

It's like the exact opposite to the hyper feminine, pink coquette style!reader you did recently on another hcs. I hope you understood what I meant because english is not my first language... 🤧🫶🫶

Tenjiku x Y2K Grunge!Reader

♡ SFW, suggestive, fem reader, fluff, jealousy, flirting, reader gets hit on a lot, reader attracts attention ♡

note: thanks for requesting anon and don't worry I understood ya perfectly 🩷

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Izana

🎴 Gets you a pair of earrings that match his, he needs everyone to know you're together

🎴 Super possessive over you and will absolutely roundhouse kick the shit out of someone if they flirt with you

🎴 Does your makeup for you, probably steals your boots too because they make him look taller

Kakucho

🩷 A fan of all of your outfits, thinks your style is very chill and fits you well

🩷 Especially loves when you wear baggy clothes because he thinks you're prettiest when you're comfy

🩷 Won't threaten anybody if they look at you, but definitely gives them a polite warning look (he deadass gives them death stares but he swears he didn't)

Ran

💜 Always threatening people in public for looking at you (he can't blame them though because he be looking too)

💜 Makes jokes about bondage when he sees you decked out in more than one belt

💜 Matches jewelry with you and really wants to get matching tattoos

Rindou

🩵 Doesn't understand why you drown yourself in accessories but he can't deny it's cute

🩵 Loves when you wear skirts, especially denim ones with intricate stitching

🩵 Gives people side eyes when they look at you, he knows you're beautiful but he also knows that they see his damn arm around your waist

Mucho

🔷 Loves when you wear oversized t-shirts, it reminds him of how cute and tiny you are, he'll even offer up his own shirts for you to wear

🔷 Won't hesitate to rock someone in their jaw for looking at you for too long

🔷 Buys you a bunch of jewelry and chains for you to hook on your pants, he got you dripped tf out for real

Mochi

🍡 Obsessed with the fishnets that you wear, whether it be stockings or a shirt, he's here for it

🍡 Puts people in headlocks for hitting on you and only lets go when you tell him to

🍡 Loves how you look in a crop top, he thinks your tummy looks cute (he pinches you nonstop too)

Shion

🖤 Y'all are that one hot grunge couple honestly, he's in love with the way you dress and wants to match constantly

🖤 Makes you walk ahead of him when you're out so you don't see him beating the shit out of somebody for looking at you

🖤 He especially loves the big boots you wear, just a normal amount though he totally doesn't want you to step on him or anything weird like that

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Ideas for Men Wearing Lingerie

It’s your Gentle Domme Kalita here, and today I want to talk about an exciting topic that can open the door to new worlds of pleasure and self-exploration: men wearing lingerie. Whether you’re curious about trying it for the first time or looking for fresh ideas to surprise your Domme, this post is for you. Let’s dive into the sensual side of lingerie and discover how it can enhance your experience!

1. Choosing the Right Lingerie

The first step to confidently wearing lingerie is selecting pieces that resonate with you. Here are some styles to consider:

Bodysuits: These are fantastic for an all-in-one look. They hug your curves and provide a sleek silhouette, making you feel simultaneously sexy and comfortable.

Lace Teddies: A lace teddy is both enticing and playful. The delicate fabric can highlight your body in a way that feels luxurious and feminine, and it’s perfect for those who want to dip their toes into lingerie without feeling too exposed.

Boxer Briefs with a Twist: For those who prefer something more familiar yet enticing, choose boxer briefs made from satin or lace. These provide a sense of comfort while also adding a touch of elegance.

Camisoles and Slips: Lightweight and effortlessly sexy, camisoles and slips are perfect for layering or wearing alone. They exude a sense of softness, inviting touch and admiration.

2. Accessorizing Your Look

Once you've chosen your lingerie, consider adding a few accessories to elevate the aesthetic:

Stockings with Garters: Nothing says seductive quite like a pair of stockings attached to a garter belt. This classic look is both teasing and attractive, emphasizing your legs and adding an element of allure.

Robes and Kimonos: A silky robe or a flowing kimono can enhance your outfit while providing an air of mystery. Wrap it around yourself for a softer look, teasing just enough to entice.

Jewelry: Delicate chains or subtle body jewelry can enhance a lingerie look. Think about what makes you feel confident—an understated pendant or a simple bracelet can add elegance without being too overwhelming.

3. Confidence is Key

Wearing lingerie is all about embracing yourself and feeling confident in your skin. Here are some tips to boost your confidence:

Practice in Privacy: Before unveiling your look to others, spend some time by yourself, donning your chosen pieces. Take this time to admire yourself in the mirror, appreciating your body and how the lingerie fits.

Pose and Play: Experiment with different poses in front of the mirror. Find angles that highlight your body and make you feel sexy. The right pose can make a world of difference in how you perceive yourself.

Affirmations: Embrace positive self-talk. Remind yourself that you are worthy, desirable, and bold for exploring this side of yourself. Confidence often stems from self-acceptance.

4. Exploring With a Partner

If you’re feeling adventurous and want to share your new lingerie journey with a safe and cozy partner (like me!), communication is key:

Share Your Excitement: Let your partner know you’re exploring wearing lingerie. Express what it means to you and how you’d like them to participate.

Incorporate Playfulness: Introduce a fun game or dare, like a fashion show or a seductive role-play scenario. This can break the ice and enhance intimacy between you.

Ask for Feedback: Invite your partner to share their thoughts on your look. This validation can boost your confidence and strengthen your bond.

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[lostintransist]

Hallo friendo!!! I'm back with more tattoo soulmate au stuff!!

No cap loving playing Horangi's shitty luck 💖

RAAARGH we did a first phase now onto the second phase soon 2.1/4

His luck was a terrible terrible thing, he should have known better. One bet turned into three, turned into six. Riding high, doing fantastic just as things always went. To good to be true, always the crumbling edge before the fall. And now- Here he sits, scowling as he's unmasked. Gear bet and lost. Hand over his crotch as he stares at the shit hand he has. He could manage it, he swears, maybe a pitiance from Lady Luck... If she wasn't such a conniving bitch.

A small brush across his back has him shouting and clutching his cards to his chest. Eyes wide staring at the small woman holding a tray with martinis and other cocktails. Squinting at the letting on his back before offering him a shy smile and setting a drink on the table next to him. Motioning to another man hunched over a table, cards bowed low and looking over his shoulder at him. A smirk on his lips, a wink before he turned back around laying his cards out. Several groans as people at his table cried out. A royal flush. The man quickly cashing out and flashing Horangi another smile, running a tongue over where the Korean's scars were on his face before sauntering off with languid steps.

His gaze flicked down to the drink and the keycard set underneath it. Maybe tonight wouldn't be a complete bust after all. Bolting up and after the man as he passed by the small woman, missing the familiar name mumbled between her and another employee.

Lady luck was only able to help those who didn't miss the obvious signs.

Soulmate Tattoo Part 2 found here.

A/N: I fought through the ADHD demons to deliver this one to you.

You roll your head from side to side as you wander down the halls watching for the signs that decorate the corners. This massive old building had been converted from a mansion for a single-family to a hotel sometime in the nineties by someone who wanted to keep the old charm of the building but in the process of cutting it open and running new veins for the old girl had created something closer to the Winchester Mansion than the stately building it must have originally been. They made a maze instead.

You had decided to travel in your off-season, trying to hit some of your bucket list cities. This would be the last one before you head home. You had hit museums and the cutest little coffee shop through a red door set among bricks that stretched the block.

Spotting your door you fish the RFID card from your pocket. The door opens at your touch, but not to a sight you could have ever imagined.

Two blinks is all you get before you are moving. A broad beast of a man with a neck tattoo marking him as a member of the local crime organization is choking someone to death on your bed. The carpet muffles the sound of your steps as you shift behind the man and taze him with the tool you keep on the belt of your pants. His back straightens as he lets out a squeal before passing out. Without a glance at the person who gasped for their precious air, you grab your backpack and return to the hall.

Retracing your steps you keep your pace as a door slams behind you with the sound of pounding feet coming closer.

“Ma’am!”

You flinch. You hated that you looked so feminine shaped still. Maybe you should start doing more makeup to give yourself the shadow of a beard since the binder didn’t seem to help others clock you as androgynous.

“Sir?”

Still not right and still not your problem. Noping your way out of situations has saved you more time than you could count using all of your knuckle creases on each hand combined.

“Hey, asshole!”

“What!?” You snap as you spin around. A tall man, Asian by the shape of his features, stares at you with both hands held out from his sides in a clear ‘what the fuck’ gesture. He’s attractive, and your type. Fuck. All the better to get out of here.

“You just saved my life and you’re walking away?”

You glanced side to side before back at him with your brows quirked.

“Obviously. If you have nothing else to add to this,” you flick your hand between your bodies, “I am going to go ask for a new room.”

His mouth pops open as his eyes bug out of his head slightly. All his muscles must be stealing the nutrients from his brain. Twisting on your heel you continue to the front desk.

The swish of fabric is the only warning as he runs up next to you, legs matching your pace.

“At least let me take you to dinner as a thank you.”

Pushy bastard.

Stopping abruptly, he takes two steps beyond you before turning back to look.

“Why is this something you are pushing? You don’t know me.”

“I know many people wouldn’t taze the mob to save a man they’ve never met.” He looks you over now, the loose fit of your shirt and the wide flare of the jeans that are too big for your body, only held up by the belt snug around your hips. “Let me treat you to dinner and then I’ll disappear from your life.”

“Do you even have any money if the mob is after you?” You question him as you start on the journey to find the front desk again.

He snorts, “They weren’t after me for owing them money.”

You send a glance at him without shifting your head.

“Okay so they might have been after me for money, but only this time. They are more pissed about the hit my team completed against a member of their group.”

“So, you’re a mercenary?” You keep the question casual as you start down the stairs.

“I am a member of a paramilitary group that takes contracts with governments all over the world,” he replied haughtily.

The noncommittal hum you let out seems to creep under his skin. Good, maybe if you burrow under his skin like scarabs then he might leave you be. Before either of you can pick up the conversation further the front desk appears, an oasis in this maze of a building.

A quick exchange of room keys and a new set of instructions has the man marked for death at your elbow turning and directing you out of the building. Once the bustle of people flowing around you eases the proximity of his heat you wrench your elbow from his long fingers. You walk against the flow of the crowd, keeping close to the buildings. He follows.

Outside of the building you have an easier time navigating. Working your way across the city you arrive at the last restaurant you wanted to try before jumping on a train tomorrow to head to a larger city with an airport.

With a nod and two fingers held aloft you are seated at a tiny table across from a man who upon further inspection is absolutely your type. Dark hair, sharp brows, and a nose that sat crookedly on his face. His thin lips were drawn down in a frown as he stared at you. To give yourself a moment to not look at him you tuck your backpack under your seat.

“Can I get your name?”

“No.”

He sighed and readjusted in his seat. His feet bracketed the legs of your chair as he leaned back in his own.

“Pronouns?”

You lifted a brow. He did not seem like someone who would care about that.

“They/them,” you watch him as you reply.

Nodding once he responded, “Know a few people like you.”

The server appears then, taking your orders and leaving water in their wake.

“What are you doing out here?” He questions you.

“Traveling.”

His left eye gives the slightest twitch. It was clear you were traveling, your accent marked you as a foreigner.

“You going to give anything to this conversation?” His eyes narrow.

“Nope.”

With a sigh through his nose, he settles in for a long meal.

It doesn’t take nearly as long as he expected, two bowls of soup appear after their waters do. You tuck into your meal. Unable to help it the wash of flavors over your tongue has your eyes drifting closed and a pleased hum escaping your throat. You pointedly do not look at your table mate when you come back to your senses.

Twenty minutes after you walk through the door, he is laying the local currency down on the table and walking you to the door, a hand at your back. You turn to snarl at him for taking liberties when you see alarm flick across his face as he is dragged backward by the collar. Something must have changed between your gaze meeting his and his meeting his attacker because the man fought like had been born to it. His shirt ripped sometime early in the short fight, fluttering around him as he moved.

Meals were ripped from tables and smashed into faces. The man, who you still haven’t learned his name, ended the fight with a punch that you could hear from across the small shop and a front kick that sent his attacker to the ground. He stood, breath heaving as he stared down at his attacker. You loudly moved up behind him catching sight of something that ripped your stomach into your ass.

There in orange between two tigers was a soulmate mark. A mark that listed your name, the name you had chosen yourself. Without too much thought you grip the back of what is left of his shirt and drag him from the shop before anyone else can think about calling the authorities or the owner kicks the two of you out.

When he is finally able to turn despite your hold on to the tatters of his shirt he stares down at you confused but keeps moving at the swift pace you set.

“What is your name?” You question him as you dog a woman walking her dog down the sidewalk.

“Horangi. Why?”

“And are you Korean by linage?”

He stops now, your arm jolting as it fights against the force of his strength.

“Why?”

You can’t see him moving without an answer this time.

Filling your lungs to the point your ribs expand as far as they can you blow the breath out slowly.

“The name on your back is my chosen name and it is a shade of orange that looks suspiciously like it matches the Korean lettering on my right calf.”

His mind moves slower in this than it did in the fight. You can see it shift through his mind layer by layer until he is stepping forward, replacing the torn shirt in your hand with one of his own and leading the way back to the hotel.

“I would very much like to see that mark of yours,” he grumbles back at you as you start to jog to keep pace.

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[daddymilker691]

Time and the economy had had a devastating effect on poor Stephen he had to give up his job in the management sector of a very famous Travel Agent’s and resorted to looking for jobs online , one day as he passed his local newsagents he spied an ad in the window broadminded married couple seek live in maid live in position and extremely attractive salary for the right person men or women may apply , he pondered this men or women may apply he thought to himself that sounds very odd he had been so sexist in the past wolf whistling at what he called dolly birds and making derogatory comments , oh what an eye opener he was about to learn , he arrived promptly at 9.30 am as was stated in the advert a woman in a maids uniform answered the door quite an elderly woman in a very traditional maids attire rather sternly she asked what he wanted he stammered hardly believing the words he heard himself saying and slightly blushing said I’ve come for the maids job Ingrid for that was her name said go upstairs your bath is run and I shall be up shortly to see that you look totally feminine his mind was racing as he took in Ingrid’s words oh gawd he thought to himself , still it beats sitting alone in an unheated bedsit he proceeded up the stairs where he encountered what he took at first to be the lord of the manor dressed in a tweed suit the person proceeded to bark at him have a bath Ingrid will shave you all over a d then change into your maids attire by this time Stephens mind was practically in tatters , what have I walked into he thought to himself as he pulled his black stockings up adjusting his suspender belt so carefully arranged and left on the bed along with a traditional black and white maids uniform , I shall be going out this evening the mistress of the house barked to anyone in the vicinity I have some girl guides who need to earn some new badges , my husband and your master and made a point of looking at Stephen will be in need of your services later , oh my god Stephen thought what on earth sort of household have I walked into just then the master of the house walked down the stairs in a very expensive dressing gown smoking a cigarette in a rather long holder he looked Stephen up and down hardly disguising the leer ohh you must be our new maid Stephen nodded nervously yes sir he replied I think Stephanie is a more appropriate name said Master Deviant who slipped his rather strong yet gentle hands across the front of her white cotton panties , oh my remarked Master deviant you are pleased to work as our new maid Stephanie his hands and touch were almost vicelike as he slipped down onto his knees and lowered Stephanies panties taking her rather obvious passion which was I have to say growing by now immensely into his mouth Stephanie slid down the wall and thought perhaps this job isn’t going to be so bad after all 💋