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sentoooo · 8 months

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[anon: Heyyy can you do a nsfw alphabet for bi han !:) thank you] figured since i was already working on it, i'd just drop it w/ the ask :P i know it's definitely not on par with a lot of people's headcanons, but this is how i see him. no one can convince OTHERWISE, he's MY SCHNOOKUMS, i get to choose the HEADCANONS!

cw: NSFW, amab, soft bi-han cause i said so, blowjobs, he's only slightly possessive, temp. play, he's kind of unfair, not proofread MINORS DNI

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bi-Han is touch starved. So, he doesn't end up craving affection, actually, it seems like he kind of has an aversion to it. It is only until he fully realizes his feelings towards you that he puts full effort into aftercare. He'll clean you up, obviously. But he's grown quite fond of seeing you in his clothes, so he will always offer his for you to wear after. Or even during. He'll draw a bath for you, with a variety of salts,- Epsom, Himalayan, and Solar salt- he'll even throw some dried chamomile and yarrow in there. He also loves washing your hair for you, not that you mind. He'll then carry you back to bed, which has new, clean sheets. And after all that, he'll hold you close. Real close. He holds you with such a purpose, he'll play with your hair, run his hands down your back, anything and everything that'll send you to sleep. Despite his cold demeanor, Bi-Han prefers to treat you like royalty. You're also something he's afraid will get taken from him. He really cherishes what's his, and he wants to make sure that's especially prominent after sex, since he knows what it's like to feel used.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his is probably his back. It shows off a lot of his muscles and a lot of his training. It's also particularly defined, and as vain as it sounds, he does find it particularly attractive. Not that he focuses much on that aspect of his life, especially since he's the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, but it's definitely a thought that passes through his mind. Especially when you run your warm hands down his back.

His favorite body part of yours has to be your hands. He loves holding them, anywhere, everywhere. Although, he isn't much for PDA. He loves how warm your hands are, though. It balances out his naturally cold body temperature. It's something he can never get enough of. He also loves it when you hold his face ever so gently, especially while he's fucking you. And don't forget, he loves to hold hands during sex, especially when he cums.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Bi-Han prefers to cum outside, especially with a condom. He prefers you to be clean, and for there to be less of a mess to clean up. You can coax him to cum inside, but he'd much prefer to keep the condom on. Not that it makes much of a difference.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Just how much he thinks of you. Yeah, yeah, it's meant to be 'dirty', not endearing, but I'm getting there. Any given time, even when he's pre-occupied with combat, he's always thinking of you. He does so as if he's afraid of forgetting your face- which he is, don't get me wrong. And sometimes, just sometimes, he remembers just what you're like in bed. A mess, moaning, drooling, looking at him with those needy eyes, begging him for more. How your hands drift down his body, sending shivers down his spine. Admittedly, he has broken concentration because of this, and he has had to sneak away to find a private place to jack off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got an average amount of experience, I like to think. Normally, he doesn't fuck for any sentimental value. At least, until he met you. When he really got into it, he's at your beck and call, so to speak. He knows how to satisfy you, just the right places to touch, how to hold you, how to kiss you, but if you tell him to do something (as long as it doesn't break his boundaries), he'll do it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lotus Flower. No contest. He loves it because he gets to hold you close, still be in control, and see your face. He gets to enjoy you in nearly all ways like this. And since it's especially close, it makes the encounter feel more intimate, at least to him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bi-Han's serious, all the way. Sex is a very intimate and sacred act to him, especially with you. And he makes that very clear. Every word he's speaking to you is full of love, no matter how dirty they sound. His favorite thing is getting close to your ear and whispering all sorts of phrases that are so sweet, it's almost uncanny to hear it from him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's fairly smooth. He has some pubic hair, and a beloved happy trail. But not much chest hair, with a little bit of arm hair. He cares little about his body hair, really. Not that you're complaining.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Contrary to his cold demeanor, with you, he's the softest man in the world. Just the words he says makes your legs weak. He treats you like your his, he's possessive, but he's gentle about it. He says just the sweetest things to you, tells you "I love you" in this soft, quiet voice, runs his hands down your body oh so gently, plays with your hair, and can just never take his eyes off you. He also loves calling you his, his darling, his love, anything. And especially when he's cumming, he'll say "我爱你", get real close to your ear and whisper, "那么".

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Bi-Han doesn't really jack off much, once a week, maybe. He doesn't really have the need to, nor the time to. Besides, he has you. He prefers you, over his right hand.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Temperature play is one of his favorites. I mean, are you surprised? He loves using his powers on you, especially when your blindfolded. He loves all the little gasps and moans you make, watching your body shiver, how you anticipate his touch. He'll still be gentle, don't worry, but it's hard to hold himself back when you're just waiting for him to touch you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the privacy of his bedroom, or yours. It's the best place for it, he thinks. To be in the comfort of his own bedroom, he gets to have you how he wants. But if he had to choose a place outside of the bedroom, it'd be the woods. As messy and un-practical it is, he enjoys the tranquility of it all.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you tease him. Not in front of the Lin Kuei or anyone else, no, he hates that. But when you tease him when you two are alone. I mean, yeah duh. But he enjoys knowing of your yearning. He particularly loves it when you run your hands through his hair, or even just simply checking him out. Even he didn't think he'd be turned on by something like that, but the first time you eyed him up and down, and bit your lip, fuck. He had a hard time containing himself.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bi-Han cannot forsake his control in bed. While he would not mind doing anything for you, that is one of the things he cannot do. It is a hard no, he has to be the top.

He also hates it when you tease him in public. As long as it's subtle, he doesn't mind it. But don't run your hand down his thigh in public. He hates that kind of display, especially in front of the Lin Kuei.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He will always prefer receiving. Not so big on giving. Like I said, he prefers to be in control. As soft as he is with you, he will never, ever turn down a blowjob. One of his favorite things to do is brush your hair out of your face when you choke him down, he loves just watching you, really. It's hard not to just cum at the sight of you. He'll praise you all the while, too. Of course he will, you're his.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Contrary to popular belief, I think he'd be all sweet and slow with you. Bi-Han's going to treat you like royalty. And he loves making sex last as long as possible. This is all to make sure it's satisfactory. More than satisfactory, really. He wants you to enjoy yourself, to know how much he loves you, all adoring and sweet and sappy. He feels like rough sex would just make you feel used. But, if you ask for it, and you tell him very explicitly that you are sure, he will go rough & hard for you. But he does enjoy taking his time with you. Sometimes he'll go so slow that it'll be excruciating. And maybe, that's what he's going for. As much as he's in this to make you feel like you're the only boy in the world, like you're all his, he does enjoy teasing you a little, too.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hard pass. Again, he feels that if he doesn't take his time with you, that it won't count. And quickies do his love no justice. Even if you two haven't been able to enjoy each others presence in a while. He just can't.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bi-Han is picky. If it's anything in public? No. If it's anything that could possibly hurt you? Hell. No. Unprotected sex? Maybe. Introducing someone else to the bedroom? No, don't even think about asking. Now, bondage? He'll think about it. Role-play, too. He doesn't turn down those, immediately.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Don't ask. Unless you have what it takes to tame the beast. Like I said, he's touch starved. And with you, I like to think that's the first time he's let anybody in this close, aside from family. But with his training, and how reserved he's been. He could last all night, and maybe even all day. He definitely has a lot of pent up sexual tension.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Bi-Han doesn't own any, no, but if you have some, he doesn't mind using them on you. But he always prefers to just fuck you without them, he thinks it's more intimate that way.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's an asshole. He won't edge you, but sometimes he'll slow down and just ever so carefully bring you to your climax. He likes savoring the moment, but you can always feel him smirk in your neck when he does this. Sometimes, he'll slow down right before your orgasm. While you're begging for more, to pick up the pace a little, reaching to just give yourself that one push you need to cum, he gives you such a sinful look.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bi-Han is rather quiet. He'll moan in your ear, and obviously he'll praise you every chance he gets. But he likes knowing that it's for you only, so he won't really be screaming for you. Like I said, he likes to keep sex a very intimate moment between you and him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He really loves giving you hickies. At least, in places he knows others can't see. It gives him a sense of pride, he knows you're his, but he feels like he's got to mark you just a little. He especially loves marking up your collarbone, he thinks the noises you make are adorable, running your hands through his hair as his kisses you softly, only to end up marking you once more. And don't worry, you get him back. He always ends up with scratches on his back.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bi-Han is on the bigger side, and he's a grower. 6.8" in length when hard, 1.9" across. Uncircumsized, leans slightly to the left, and a little bit veiny.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's moderate. His sex drive depends on yours, really. Especially since he doesn't have much time to really notice it. But he's always happy to fuck you when you ask- as long as you two have proper time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bi-Han is kind of self conscious when it comes to falling asleep. He also wants to make sure you are comfortable enough, so he worries over you until you fall asleep. He'll fall asleep maybe like 20 minutes after you do, even if you express how much you enjoyed the sex, and even if you fell asleep happy, he's going to mull over it and worry for a little bit afterward.

#⁺◟sentooo #mk1 x reader #mk x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 x male reader #mk x male reader #mortal kombat 1 x male reader #mortal kombat x male reader #bi-han x reader #sub zero x reader #bi-han x male reader #sub zero x male reader

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lichenes · 2 months

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Heisenberg teasing an easily flustered reader? I'd bet he'd love that >:]

I haven't written for quite a while so I'm hoping to not disappoint anon ;P Your honour I love that man. Kiss me on the mouth you bastard.

CW: established relationship, mentions of sex (kiiiinda), kissing, hickey making, hopefully not too ooc. (i've lost the ability to write i fear ;_;)

wc: 442

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“You look so… so good like this…” He said putting his hands on your hips and squeezing, making you jump a little. He placed his chin on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. You could swear that the mirror was fogging up from the atmosphere in the room.

Obviously, stumbling upon a dress in the wasteland that was The Village was almost impossible. If it weren't for Alcina's good will, your clothes might've forever stayed the scraps that became of them during your last… ‘encounter’ with Karl.

You put on one of his coats and headed towards Dimitrescu Castle, hoping Alcina wouldn't send you away with nothing. “Lady Dimitrescu isn’t available right now.” Said one of the maids, one of the still alive ones. “She ordered me to pass this along to you.” You were handed a brown paper wrapped stack of what you assumed to be pieces of clothing you requested.

“Where were you?” Barked Heisenberg, not turning away from his work desk. “Was just getting something from the Dimistrescus.” You walked to the mirror hearing Karl mumble something about the ‘supersized bitch’. Unwrapping the paper and looking through your treasures, you noticed the delicate and elaborate patterns sewn into the dresses. You removed his coat and let it fall to the floor.

His attention was caught. He turned in his chair, smoking his cigar and slightly lowering his glasses. “What do we have here?” Your face got hot. “Just browsing new outfits. Duke doesn’t have anything worth my time so I decided to ask Alcina…” You put on the first dress.

It had an intricate pattern of gold, lace and off-whites. “I asked for sundresses…” You mumbled. They all resembled ball gowns, more than anything. “I'll need to return this…” “No.” He said. That's how you ended up in this position. His mouth on your neck, his hands resting on your hips.

“My beautiful girl…” He said, never breaking contact with your skin. “Buttercup, look at me.” He was a stern man to whom you'd never object, so you obliged. “Good… lord, you are stunning…” Karl knew that you were easily flustered and he took full advantage of that. “Bet this dress’ll look even better on. The. Floor.” He stressed.

You pulled away from Heisenberg. “Karl, I swear to god.” He laughed. You covered your face with your hands as he strode quickly towards you and grabbed your chin. “You'd also look good down, on the floor. I almost want to… tear this dress off of you…” He almost whispered.

To be fair, you didn't know what you expected. It's safe to say - what became of your dress - wasn't wearable anymore.

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#x reader #fluff #writing #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #re8 heisenberg #lord heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #heisenberg #re8 #re 8 village #re 8

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lotomber · 11 months

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hello! First of all Tysm for making the royalty Au (yes I'm that anon that request it)

I really like it, you picture my vision perfectly! :D

And yes I'd like a part 2, it can be either smut/ just another scenario for the Royalty Au in ur imagination.

Again Thank you! ❤

I am really sorry it took a lot of time to complete this actually first I was busy with my assignments then I fell sick. Now I feel well so I'm gonna complete all the pending requests and yes request are open it might take some time but I'll do them.

Pt.1||Part 2 of " Yes to heaven "

Minors DNI

Warning: 18+ Sexually explicit content,unprotected sex, F receiving, P in V, creampie

Soon after that you both left the banquet hall and went to your chambers continuing your make out session. Dazai held you by your waist kissing more passionately, his tongue clashing with yours for dominance, exploring your mouth. He starting peppering your neck with kisses finding that sensitive spot nibbling on it making you moan. Leaving bite marks on your pretty neck. His hand started to wander around your body undressing you as adeptly as he can. He suddenly pulled apart panting, picking you up and gently threw you on the bed as you bounce back on the mattress. He removed his shirtdress then hovered above you, looking at your etheral state. Your messy hair, smudged lipstick, swollen lips, your pale white neck with red love bites and oh the way you looked at him with your glossy eyes wanting more. This has to be his favorite view of this whole evening.

" (Name) , I know I told you that I won't treat you as my wife before but as I got to know I can't help but fall for you. I Love you, (name) and I'm also sorry for how I behaved with you when we first met. Will you give me a chance to make up for everything?"

" Dazai, I love you too and I can't imagine my life without you. I know this might be a bit late but I want to spend my rest of life with you. " you said as you gently cupped his cheek pulling him in for another kiss. Now no more words were needed to express how you both felt. He removes any possible piece of clothing left on your body. his hand trails down to cup your breasts as he gently kneads them. Putting one of your erected nipples in his mouth as he sucks and swirls his tongue around, a soft moan escaped your mouth as he gently bit your nipple all while massaging the other. He left wet kisses all over your body moving downwards. He then grabbed your thigh gently sucking and biting on all your sensitive spots. His fingers gently move up your inner thighs, gently brushing over your folds. You let out a soft whimpers as you felt yourself getting more and more.

"mhm dazai please don't tease me ."

" Oh bella, what kind of husband i would be if I can't give my wife what she wants." He swiftly slides his tongue on your wet folds giving your cunt kitten licks. You heaved out in pleasure as he started sucking on your sensitive bud, as you moved your fingers in his hairs pushing him into you more. He plunged two fingers of his in your dripping cunt, pumping in and out leaving you breathless. You let out a high pitched moan as he curled his fingers finding that spongy spot driving you crazy as you come undone on his fingers.

" You look so pretty like this bella all open up for me, I Can't hold back anymore. " He aligns his already hard cock on your sopping cunt, slowly sliding in. You gasp as he fills up your insides, dazai letting out a sultry moan. He starts slowly moving in and out to give you time to adjust letting out prolonged whimpers telling you good your insides feel. As you started squirming and moaning loudly as he increased his pace. While you cried out his name in pleasure. You started feeling a tight knot in your stomach as you clenched around his cock. "Ahh~ D.. Dazai I'm close" He started thrusting at a wild pace as the knot in your stomach snapped and you came all over his cock. His movements also got sloppy and with a final thrust he released his hot seeds in your cunt. He slowly caresses your waist to help you down from your high and then kisses your forehead. " You did so good for me darling ". He then slumped on your side cuddling you to sleep.

#bsd #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd dazai #dazai fluff #dazai headcanon #dazai osamu #dazai smut #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #dazai x you #osamu x reader #osamu dazai #bungo stray dogs

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ratfuzz · 1 year

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✫stan, eric and kenny with kitchen witch reader headcanons✫

a/n: kyle one!! finally got to other boys. there's a liiittle bit of suggestive theme and drug joke in kenny one. characters are aged up, reader is gender neutral

stan marsh

doesn't really care about you being a kitchen witch, be who you want to be, believe in what you want to believe

making him special coffee/tea every morning

he started to hate waking up early a bit less (or maybe it's just you being by his side)

he's a kisser, he's a hugger, so expect at least one kiss on a cheek while you cook (will not hug you when you do this without consent tho)

s o u p

make him soup

or make soup with him together, that's nice too

with something silly like veggies in shape of something or just chicken and star soup

you two sometimes fight about who's making breakfast today, but you know, this is not serious of course (either way you win even if he's the one cooking it for the most part)

helps you carve or burn sigils in spoons and things

i'd say he needs the same thing as kyle, something with anti-anxiety spell, but also something that generally will help him with sleep

eric cartman

you probably picked him up by making something with a love spell (it would be funnier if it was blood love spell with espresso, but it would work better with a cake)

lmao, you didn't even have to put a spell on it, he's probably hooked just by your cooking

if you tell him about the fact that you're a witch he'd act like this all is total bullshit, but then ask if you can make something poisonous (of course you can, but it doesn't have to do anything with you been a kitchen witch) or with a curse ((don't fucking do it, though he loves you, it doesn't mean he will not turn you in to cops if something goes wrong i didn't tell you this))

prefers your pastry, but basically loves everything you make

likes looking at you while you cook (will not help you)

even more curious about sigils than kyle

but in the way that he doesn't really trust you (don't blame him, there's a lot of reasons for him to not trust people)

making sigils with eric, so he knows for sure meaning of them

tbh he's really impatient when it comes to you cooking, he doesn't understand why you prefer to take your time with cooking even if you can make it faster and doesn't listen when you explain

at least it looks like it

can bring up something you said later and it kind of surprises you

tries to be less bitchy with you later on

definitely asks you to make something for him with specific sigil for it

kenny mccormick

if you will not make him kfc wings recreation, i will haunt you in your dreams

doesn't really have a preference in your cooking

kenny is most likely the only one of main 4 to remember everything you say about witchery (he's just generally a good listener i think)

would make some type of sigil for shits and giggles (maybe literally)

love spells with emphasis on better sex life aren't needed, lol, but he would totally ask you for this as part of roleplay

ate all your donuts with sugar powder and tried to get away with it by saying that powder on his clothes is cocaine

if you cook together, he will always be distracted by your beauty, sometimes it's better to just let him sit in the kitchen with you

really likes how aprons look on you

so yeah another reason to wear them

any kind spell will do, boy needs more nice things in his life

making forever weed brownies together <3

a/n: honestly, i thought i will never write anything for kenny. wow. cool. we'll see, maybe i will make one with girls or butters/marjorine idkidk

#south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman x y/n #eric cartman x you #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick x y/n #kenny mccormick x you

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fuuyuko01 · 3 months

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It's fine

Ryan Ross x Reader

Slight hurt/comfort (mostly fluff)

TW: swearing, alcohol, very, very slight nsfw

[HII!!! THAT WAS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC, SO I'M SORRY IF IT'S NOT GOOD!! You can tell me what I should improve, and I'll work on it!!! Hope you'll have fun!! ;P

XO Lea ☆]

*Y/N's POV*

It was a rainy day and I was lying in my bed with my friend Ryan by my side. Yes, Ryan Ross, known as Ryan Ross from Panic! at the disco. Cool, I know. We were friends since 8th grade, when he and his parents moved to our town. Since then we were friends and blah blah blah... As you can guess, I might kinda have a littlest crush on him, but hey.... who wouldn't, right? Anyway, I know it might sound cringe, but I'm 100% sure he doesn't feel the same, cause he can get literally every girl he wants, so I see no point why would he choose me. Anyway! I was scrolling through Instagram, when Ryan sighed and tapped at my shoulder.

— Brendon invited us to some party this weekend. He said that it's a Halloween party, so we should wear some costumes, you down? - he looked at me with pleading eyes.

— Well, if you're going then why not? - I smiled to him and he returned it.

— Good! I'd rather not go to Brendon's alone. - he sighed dramatically and I chuckled.

— Uh-huh, so if we're going, should we have matching costumes? Maybe mummies? [Everybody scream it's almost Halloween!!]

— Dude, I was thinking about the same thing, we totally should! - Ryan said excited. I knew he loves mummies, that's why I picked them, cause.... be fucking for real, who would want to go to party as a mummy. I could've been some Frankenstein [Iero] or dead bride. But I knew it'd make him happy, so whatever.

— Great! Well, we don't have much time, let's go shopping for some paints and bandages! - I said, and we went to store, to buy everything we needed.

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Rest of the week wasn't so entertaining, we were just basically going to school and completing our costumes.

I had the worst luck in the day of the party. First, I spilled my coffee all over myself in the morning, so I had to change my clothes, but then I didn't have anything clean, so I had to wear some of my old clothes, which were too small for me. Then, I slipped on the spilled coffee and not only did I cut my knee on the floor, but my bracelet from Ryan fell under the kitchen cabinet so far that I practically had to climb under it to get it out. And when I had it, I also got a huge, DISGUSTING spider out of it. Yeah, I hope that was everything for today.

Ryan came over to my house, so I could do our matching makeup and that was so far, the only good thing that happened this day.

I was sitting on Ryan's lap, doing his makeup and his hands slipped on my waist. I blushed as crazy, cause what the fuck was he doing... He just grinned with his eyes closed as I was doing his eyeliner. That bitch... My poor heart was about to blow up, so I just tried to ignore it, which was difficult, cause I HAD A CRUSH ON HIM, AND HE HAD HIS HANDS ON MY WAIST!!! WHAT THE HELL.

I calmed myself and focused on finishing his makeup, and when I was done, I stood up and he went to the mirror to see my work.

— Is it good? - I asked him, still feeling a bit of warmth on my cheeks.

— Bro, it's beautiful! Thank you, Y/N, you're so good at this, damn.... - I chuckled at him and blushed slightly.

— Jeez, stop, you're making me blush! - I said jokingly and he smirked.

— Well, I saw how you blushed when I put my hands on your waist, you liked it so much? - I turned away so he couldn't see my red face, so I could finally do my makeup.

As I was finishing my eyeliner, my hand slipped and I stared at my fucking relfection in the mirror trying not to cry, cause I was almost finished. I groaned loudly and frustrated. Ryan came to me and looked at my fucked up eyeliner.

— Ehh... don't worry, you look great anyway - he smiled warmly and put his hand on my shoulder - You can always say that it's a part of your costume, right? - he rubbed my shoulder and I smiled at him. He's so cute and good to me.... You get why I love him.

I sighed, and after a while of getting our things, we went to Brendon's house.

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[Sorry if it's boring...]

When we got there, Brendon opened the door with some girl Sarah beside him and they greeted us.

— Dude, you know who's coming today? - Brendon said to Ryan - Juliet! - he said and grinned at Ryan. Who? I was so confused. I knew it couldn't possibly be Ryan's girlfriend, cause I'd know if he had one, but... I've never heard of anyone named Juliet from him. He side-eyed me and I shot him a confused look.

— That's um... great. - Ryan said embarrassed and Brendon just shook his head.

As the sun went down and everyone was tipsy or just drunk, I was talking to Frank and Andy, cause Ryan went to grab some drinks for us. I realised it was a while ago, but I thought that maybe he met Jon or Z on the way. But after some more time, I was getting worried.

— Uh, guys, I'll go check on Ryan, you wanna stay or go with me? - I asked them and they looked at each other.

— I'll go with you! - Andy shot me one of his stunning smiles. Don't get me wrong, I love Ryan, but Andy is so cute! And he's more like a brother to me anyway.

Frank said he'll stay and went to talk to Pete and Gee.

As we were going and talking with Andy, I spotted Brendon grinning and giggling, while looking at something in the kitchen. Andy said he's probably so drunk, that he's hallucinating, so I brushed this off and then we get there.

Ryan was kissing with some blond girl. She was almost fucking eating him alive and he held her so tightly... I was stunned and I could tell Andy was too. We were standing there for like 15 seconds, which felt like hours and then Andy grabbed my arm and started walking off to the doors. Last thing I saw, was Ryan's shocked face, when he caught a glimpse of us walking off.

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I was crying into Andy's shoulder, when alcohol and the whole Ryan-situation caught up with me. I'm not really blaming him for kissing that girl. She was pretty and in his type. I knew I wasn't that pretty, but she looked nothing like me and this broke me even more. I was kinda angry that he didn't told me about having girlfriend or even a crush.... I thought we were friends.

I heard someone opening the door, and Andy turned around.

— Um...hey, could you leave us alone? Please... - great. Well, who would've thought that it was Ryan. I hung my head low as Andy backed off a little.

— Sure, but don't worsen her state, cause I swear to god... - Andy looked at him with his brows knitted. He was such a good friend. As he was leaving, I heard him whispering "She loved you, bro" to Ryan. Damn, could it get worse? I sniffed and Ryan came to me.

— I'm sorry, Y/N... - he said. I started to feel bad, was I a bad friend and person?

— No, Ryan, it's fine! I just... I thought you'd tell me if you had a girlfriend... But it's okay, really. - I tried to smile at him, but my words were just worsening my ability to speak and hold back tears, so my voice and smile were cracking as fuck. Ryan sighed.

— It's not okay, Y/N and... she's not my girlfriend, I 'd tell you. I'm sorry, fuck, she's just an old friend of mine and... God, I'm sorry, she kissed me and I wasn't really thinking straight after alcohol, so I just went with it. And... you were all over Frank tonight, I just couldn't take it. - my eyes widened at his words.

— What? Ryan, what are you talking about? Frank and I are just friends, besides, Frank have a girlfriend, don't you remember...? - I looked at him in disbelief. He met Jamia, I didn't know what he was thinking anymore... He looked me in the eyes and his cheeks went slightly red. He said a little "Oh..." and I smiled lightly.

— So... that girl isn't your girlfriend, right...? - I asked shyly, cause I still was confused about all of this.

— No, I... - he sighed - I love only you, I couldn't look at you being so close with Frank, I just... I don't even know what I was thinking. I'm sorry Y/N, I get it if you don't want to be with me or you need a break I..- he didn't get to finish the sentence, cause I bring him down and kissed him quickly. We both melted into the kiss and his hands went to my waist, while mine rested on his shoulder and at the back of his head. We broke off after some time and just smiled at ourselves and he kissed me again, this time much softer, without any hesitations and fears of rejection, just pure love and happiness. Soon I deepened the kiss and it got pretty heated. My back collided with the wall and Ryan's hands were roaming on my body. But then someone opened the door and we broke off again. We were panting heavily, and Jon walked through the door. He looked at us, panting and blushing and he started laughing.

— Having fun? Don't get too fucking freaky when everyone can walk on you and get flashed. - he said and we looked at each other and smiled.

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Soon, we got back to my bedroom and as the sun went up we ended up on a ground. I smiled into the kiss and felt Ryan smiling too. He then backed off a little and looked me in the eyes.

— I'm sorry for tonight. I never thought you'd like me like that... I really love you Y/N, really, you're my everything. - he said and kissed my cheek, I felt like crying again.

— I love you too, Ryan! I thought YOU wouldn't like me like that. I guess we're just two idiots. - we chuckled and I hugged Ryan tightly.

I guess that day wasn't so unlucky, after all...

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#ryan ross x reader #ryan ross #ryro #panic! at the disco #x reader #frank iero #andy biersack #jon walker #tumblr fyp #fypシ #fyp

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yumethefrostypanda · 1 year

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Hi yume! I have three questions I would like to ask you...

What do you think about these two photos? do you think Simon is really like that under the mask? (in my opinion it might look more like the first photo, but I don't know. Many say it's the second because it looks more like Samuel, but honestly, the haircut of the first is very similar to the scene where he takes off the mask.)

In your opinion, how would Simon behave in a social context? (for example going out alone, taking a bus or any other public transport.) do you think he would still keep the mask on, or would he cover himself with something else?

How would Simon behave with children (you know, in the comic he had a nephew who was very important to him.) What do you think he would do if maybe a small child, in the park with his/her mother, approached him curiously and touched him? or are there kids throwing the ball in his direction by accident? would he kicks the ball back to them?

Thanks in advance, you are the best!🫶🏻❤️

I love your answers and everything you post! (I'll never stop saying this, sorry...🥲)

Hey Sofia :D Thank you for your ask and sweet words 🥺 It's truly nice to hear you like my answers :D Appreciate your support 🫶 First things first ;p the art on the right is from Wombywoo, if i'm not mistaken. Alright, let's do this *cracks knuckles and neck, cause i always spend wayy too much time on answering my asks >.<*

1. You know.. headcanon-ing Simon's face is kinda fun cause his face is hidden :D Everyone can put their own thoughts in the mix. I thiink when MWIII is out, imma do a part 2 on Simon's face. Anyway, I remember that first photo (left) was on reddit, extracted from MWII files somewhere last year. It was already said that the hair was from Graves(?) and put on his head. I also think it's either a placeholder or not finished since they've only used his 3D head for mask placement and the scene where he takes of the mask and we (only) see his fluffy short hair. It really wouldn't be a surprise if Simon's (face) features are alot of that from his VA, Samuel Roukin. I've seen every frame multiple times by now *edit life* and to me, it really looks like Simon has Roukin's eye shape and nose(for the most part). I loove the fact the devs stayed true to Simon's brown eyes *-* So what else did they stay true to? Or is it completely Roukin's face? We might never know :P But personally for me it's still 50/50. Half Roukin's face/ half comic Simon's face. Ok ok, maybe now more like 70/30. idc, just show me. No, don't! Yes!

2. Ooff, good question. I wonder if he uses public transport since he also can drive. (i'd rather take the car thn the bus ngl :P). At the end of the campaign with 141 and Laswell sitting in a bar, Simon still has his eye paint and mask on. Though be it another mask thn that he was wearing during the Chicago mission. So that makes me believe he conceals his face in his free time (outside), i'm not exactly sure how tho cause wearing a skull mask like that in public might alarm ppl? idk. I kinda lean more to the idea he isn't that among people much (being outside). If he already prefers to work alone than in a team (141 is a no brainer for him tho, imo) i don't really see him being out and about and social in his off time Q_Q And with all this online ordering, he gucci. But okok, i do see him do groceries and stuff. You know, basic stuff. He will have alot of hooded clothes, caps and what not. Corona must've been a 'delight' for him. (ok ill stop. sorry) I think he barely makes eyecontact, or just shortly cause he's friendly. He a good lad. Srsly don't waste your time on this next hc; You know.. what if he just lives in a very small village somewhere quiet in England where everyone knows eachother and he don't have to worry about all that outside shii cause everyone in that small village knows how he is. Easy peasy, live and let live. Often people in small villages are old cause many young move to the city. So them golden oldies in his town are just happy they have a soldier in their midst and respect his privacy. Buut.. thn again, the bigger the city.. the easier it is to blend. Oh well. Whatever XD 3. I THINK HE'S REALLY GOOD WITH KIDS! But doesn't show, is scared to show, etc etc all that. I even think if a kid is being bullied in his presence he would intervine. I'm sure of it. But i think he would avoid being around kids. If one's come up to him i think he will be friendly but not interested in a conversation or play ball. I'll let myself out

#IF YOU READ ALLL OF THAT LEMME GIVE YOU A SMOOCH #and sorry for wasting your time #ask yume #ghost #headcanon #simon ghost riley #call of duty

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slythering-snake-boys · 1 year

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It's Been Awhile Ch. 7

Characters: Sebastian Sallow x Reader/MC

Series Masterlist

Words: 6670

Warnings: fluff, some cursing, mentions of scars, description of Victorian clothes (I tried), NSFW: fluffy smut, oral (f. receiving), P in V, breeding kink, unprotected sex, lots of hickies and kisses, MC and Sebastian simping for one another

Taglist: @cloudroomblog

A/N: the long-awaited smut is finally here, so MDNI, please. Also, I can't write smut for shit because I used all of my smut juice on another long-ass fic, so yeah, don't @ me 'cause I can't do anything more about it 😂 though I'm trying

You giggled from what happened just seconds earlier as Sebastian stepped out of the fireplace and walked through the main room and down the hallway where there was now a staircase with additional doors. They hadn't been there the last time he'd been in the room of Requirement.

"It's the third door, the red one," you whispered and the brunette nodded, "but you can put me down, you know? I can walk." He looked at you with a playful smile before marching up the stairs almost two at a time in his excitement and towards the door while carefully holding you. It opened by itself and revealed a cosy, beautiful bedroom with a canopy bed that Sebastian thought looked like one of the most comfortable ones he'd ever seen. A part of him couldn't wait to try it with you.

The room was pleasantly dark and reminded him of a moonlit night thanks to the room's enchantment, with a lit and crackling fireplace making everything seem homey, familiar and even more romantic. Perfect.

"Do you like it? I think the Room knew something and prepared my bedroom accordingly..."

"It certainly did. And it's perfect for what I had in mind." He smirked, his hands squeezing you a little. The brunette walked in the rest of the way and set you down on the plush bed, watching you bounce lightly as you smiled at one another. Your arms opened and he leaned over you, your arms going around his broad shoulders as his forehead pressed against yours. He seemed to have calmed down from before.

"Are you okay now? Still feel like punching Theodore and Leander?" A flush overtook the apples of his cheeks, making his freckles stand out adorably. Despite that, he nodded and grinned.

"I'm better now that I know you're mine. And I'd still beat the hell out of them and anyone else who tried to flirt with you." His words made you laugh and you pecked his lips a few times before he finally deepened it considerably. Releasing your lips, his mouth moved to the corner of yours and then all over your face playfully, making you giggle. He kissed your lips one more time, longer this time, before slowly parting and pressing his forehead against yours once more. His eyes seemed to shine so bright, even in the dim light of the bedroom. Good thing you were already sitting down because you felt like melting.

"I missed you, MC... You have no idea just how much..." His quiet voice made your stomach fill with butterflies and your heart wanted to reach out to his own.

"I missed you, too, Sebastian. So, so much..." He grinned like a little kid getting praised for doing well, one of his hands moving your hair away from your face before he nudged your nose playfully with his own. Then he pressed more light kisses to your lips, a whimper escaping them from his teasing after a few of them when you were denied prolonging any of them. He adored the sounds you made and could only hope to coax more out of you.

"Seb... Please, mor-" His hand went into your hair and he kissed you deeply after he heard your nickname for him said in that voice of yours that he adored, not letting you say another word. Your hands held onto him tightly and you both breathed heavily when he momentarily let go, his mouth going to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck as you gasped out his name the moment he bit your skin hard enough to leave the first hickey of the night before going back for more. One of his warm, somewhat calloused hands moved from your hair to the back of your head then to your cheek, cupping it completely as you leaned into his touch. His smile was so obvious against the column of your neck from every gasp and sigh of his name. You never thought Sebastian's kisses and touches could get so intense - intense enough to leave you breathless and wanting more.

"Please... I want you..." You breathed out. Lifting his head, his smile widened at the pleading tone of your voice and your eyes that were begging for affection and attention. His affection and attention. He didn't want anyone else to see you like this from then on. Only him.

"I want you even more, baby." With another peck to your lips, Sebastian sat up, one knee on the bed, starting to take off his coat and pull on his cravat until they were off somewhere on the carpeted floor. You tried to do the same with your dress before you huffed, making him chuckle when he realised you couldn't.

"Stop laughing and help me..." You pouted, unable to hold it for long when you saw that smile that you always loved on his face. With agile hands and certainty, Sebastian helped pull you up from the bed. As much as he wanted to rip it off of you, he abstained himself. After all, you two had an entire night to spend together, not to mention the rest of your lives as soon as you two left Hogwarts.

With his arms around you, his fingers carefully glided to your back, popping open the buttons one by one. Your eyes were only on him as he watched you in return with a smile. Your chest was moving quickly against his own, making the blood rush to his head. He didn't want to torture you or himself with how slowly he was moving, but after waiting for more than 5 years for another chance...Sebastian was sure he could bide his time until he could take you.

His fingertips barely touched your back with every popped button, appreciating every bit of you that was becoming available all the same. Without even looking, his hands went to the edges of your dress, pulling it down and freeing your arms from it to reveal your chemise and corset. Your cleavage, though modestly covered, made him smirk despite his red cheeks, just the way yours were. He'd never seen so much of your body and couldn't wait to touch and love you properly like he'd been dreaming for years.

You let your dress fall down the rest of the way to the ground and pool around your feet. The brunette's hands reached out, his fingers nimbly unclasping the tight corset around you and letting it fall off, followed by your chemise as well, which left you completely bare in front of him. Your waist expanded as if you were finally able to breathe right and he looked at the marks left behind by your tight corset silently, barely glancing at your chest and your nether regions. He moved down on his knees as his hands went from your hips to your waist slowly, almost reverently. Despite the temptation, Sebastian was more worried about how you were feeling.

"Don't wear such tight corsets from now on, okay? You're beautiful just the way you are." He looked up at you pleadingly, the tips of his fingers gently going over the indents in your skin. You tensed at the ticklish feeling, but smiled, your own fingers going through his soft hair, tousling it a bit more. He could be really sweet with those he cared about and you adored that about him.

"I couldn't find a better one that fitted under the dress. I don't usually wear such tight ones. But I'm fine, Seb. Okay? No need to worry so much." He nodded, hands still on your waist and moving over the warm, marked skin. His lips then followed his hands' path, trailing the skin with wet and tender pecks before sucking barely enough to make you laugh. He smiled and did it a few more times, revelling in the sound of your laughter and the movement of your abdomen beneath his lips. You took half a step closer until Sebastian looked up at you with those dark brown eyes that made you want to melt like chocolate in his hands, his mouth still glued to the bottom right of your ribcage.

Beckoning him to get up, you looked at him hungrily as he did the same, looming over you with glinting eyes. Your eyes went from his face to the rest of his body as your hands navigated from his neck down his heaving chest. Your hands moved over the few buttons of his shirt and undoing them until the last one that reached above his navel. Knowing it was his turn, Sebastian smirked and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling on the hem until it was off and thrown somewhere around. Your mouth went dry at the sight.

He had more muscles than you thought and swallowed dryly at the thought of how easily he'd lifted and carried you. A Hit Wizard certainly had to stay fit in order to do his job properly. And knowing Sebastian, he was definitely taking his job seriously. Then your eyes moved over the dark ink decorating his top and arms.

"You got tattoos..." You spoke as your fingers trailed over a few of the unusual signs on his arms and chest, watching his body tense while he hummed, a little distractedly if he was being honest with himself. But he couldn't help it - not when your nails barely and teasingly dragged over his skin, leaving behind the feeling of fire in their wake. Sebastian was getting harder by the second.

You hummed quietly with a teasing smile when your fingers grazed his nipples as your hands moved over his chest, making him gasp and clench his eyes shut as well as his fists. You looked up at Sebastian, feeling your smile widen when he opened his eyes and looked down at you with that dark, lustful gaze. He was trying to control his breathing, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, watching you intensely. It gave you butterflies and fireworks at the same time. And you both knew you hadn't even properly started yet.

Your eyes left his again to look over his body. There were even more freckles and hair decorating his muscular upper body, making him appear more mature. You felt the heat pool in your lower stomach whenever he tensed or bit his lower lip in anticipation.

As your lips curled up and tenderly started moving across the expanse of his chest, they trailed some of his tattoos and freckles while your eyes were trained on one another, just the way he'd done before. The brunette shuddered and groaned as he closed his eyes again when one of your hands went into his dishevelled hair and barely pulled on the curls. Your mouth ascended to his collarbones, his heart thudding when he felt you bite him and leave a mark of your own there. His hands held onto your hips, occasionally tightening their grip whenever you nipped and kissed at his body in just the right way. He loved how gentle you were with him, how you teased him so lovingly and made him want even more, his body having gone through all sorts of painful experiences throughout the years. It was a very nice and welcome change, especially coming from you.

"What do they represent?" He heard you ask him in a low voice and swallowed thickly, hoping to be able to find his voice to answer you. His mind struggled to leave the haze it found itself in. Merlin, please, don't let me stutter, he prayed.

"They're for...protection..." Sebastian breathed in deeply and gulped when you kissed his Adam's apple before continuing. "I found out about them...in an ancient book...against the Dark Arts and curses..." You hummed and smiled at his breathlessness, continuing your ministrations. He was warm, both soft and rough, with freckles peppering his upper chest and shoulders, and multiple scars, big and small. Your fingers gently traced as many as they could before your hands finally went up to his cheeks as you sat up straight.

The both of you smiled and he let himself get pulled into a long, passionate kiss. His tongue swiped over your lower lip before he gently bit it with his teeth. His hands went to your backside and squeezed the flesh appreciatively, making you sigh at the feeling. Sebastian invaded your mouth the moment you opened it and you moaned as your tongues entangled. He groaned, lowering himself enough so his chest touched yours while his muscular arms went back up around you to glue you to his front even more, almost impossibly closer. You felt the way his hands roamed over your naked back, nudging you close enough until his covered erection pressed against you. Then they moved down once more, over your lower back and to your rear, squeezing and kneading the flesh almost roughly until you went on your toes with a moan.

With a muffled groan, the brunette suddenly bent down and picked you up by the backs of your knees, making a muffled squeak leave you before your arms tightened their hold around his shoulders while your legs circled his waist more than his hips due to his towering height. The freckled man smiled and moved with you so you two ended up on the bed before he let go of your lips.

Sebastian soon had you sprawled out and naked beneath him as he watched you hungrily, both of you sporting red cheeks. There was a smile on your face as you looked at him with a mix of adoration, lust and anticipation. With a smile of his own, he started placing hurried, biting kisses from your neck down to your chest that had you moaning quietly, his tongue laving at your chest and his teeth gently pulling at your pert nipples before releasing them with a wet 'pop'. His hands caressed your waist and hips, your legs spreading enough for him to be able to fit between them comfortably. He started moving his kisses south, leaving you sighing and whimpering whenever he latched onto the skin to leave a new love bite behind.

His dark eyes looked at you while his hands went to your thighs and squeezed the flesh almost bruisingly tight, knowing how close he was to where you wanted him. Skipping the most important part of your body that currently needed his undivided attention, Sebastian went even lower, his plump lips latching onto the plush of your inner thigs, leaving kisses and marks on both as he switched between them. He could feel the heat coming off you and he struggled not to bury his face between your legs and devour you whole. He wanted to take his time and show his appreciation for you - to let you know that he'd always do his best for you, no matter if it was pleasing you or simply helping you do something as simple as carrying your luggage.

"Mm, Seb..." With one last kiss to your thigh, the freckled man came closer, breathing hotly against your centre and making you shudder. He chuckled, watching how wet you were because of him. Right as you were about to plead with him to stop teasing you so much, he pressed his tongue flatly against you, giving you a long, but slow and decisive lick. Sebastian heard the moment your breath hitched and watched as you fisted the sheets and pillows under your head. He smirked and continued to slowly please you, his tongue moving over your entire centre before going to your clit only briefly, barely giving it some attention. "Sebastian, please..." Your voice sounded so whiny and pleading that he could barely take it anymore. "Seb, love... I'm begging you..." He swore that you were trying to kill him. Then one hand went into his curls and pulled him even closer. And his patience left him completely.

His lips latched onto your clit and he sucked, hearing you gasp, then moan. It was his turn to let out a muffled moan when the fingers of your other hand threaded through his hair, holding him where you wanted him. Not that he would've left anyway.

Gripping your thighs tight enough to leave his handprints on the skin, the brunette's tongue flicked against your bundle of nerves before tasting you even further as he buried it inside your hole. Your moans and whimpers got even louder and Sebastian alternated between those two actions, your grip on his hair tightening and loosening as he learned what made your toes curl and used it accordingly.

When he felt how much wetter you became and heard you panting his name along with pleadings for him to not stop, Sebastian let one of his hands leave your thigh to join his mouth. The moment one finger breached through and curled in a continuous come-hither motion, your back arched off the bed, spurring him on. He groaned at the tiny pleasurable pinpricks he felt from you pulling on his hair, loving how tightly your insides were squeezing his finger. His hand on your thigh moved so his entire arm pushed your hips down onto the mattress to keep you still while he worked on you. His mouth was back to your clit while another finger joined the first one, scissoring you and pumping in order to bring you closer to your first orgasm of, he hoped, many more from then on.

"Seb... Seb... Please, oh, Merlin, please..." You panted, whimpered, gasped and moaned, sending the brunette into a frenzy to get you off faster, to taste and hear more of you. His dark brown eyes had stayed on you the entire time, taking in your flushed, sweaty skin and trembling body. Your voice rose higher and higher, and you clenched around his fingers when they finally pressed against that soft, spongy spot inside you that made you see stars. Knowing he'd hit the spot, he kept angling his fingers in that direction, watching you writhe and quiver from the pleasure that was seconds away from consuming you. With another little push, you came hard, your whole body shaking and your voice trembling as you tried to moan out your lover's name, though it came out sounding almost like gibberish.

Sebastian watched you, fascinated by your reaction as he prolonged your orgasm, and wincing just a bit from how tightly you held and pulled onto his dishevelled hair, but relishing in it anyway. All those few people who Sebastian had tried to be with in the past, who he'd been in relationships with or slept with... All in order to try and feel what he felt for you or move on and forget you... But none of them had ever made him feel the same way you did, not even close: so happy and eager to please you and have you around, knowing he'd done it and no one else would or could. Wanting to be with and around you all the time. Over and over again. For the rest of your lives.

The brunette's mouth left your nub, his thumb replacing it, while his fingers continued moving inside you to ride out your orgasm until his mouth took their place and licked you clean. Only when your fingers loosened their grip on his curls and you breathlessly asked him to stop did he actually cease his ministrations. He sat up, looking down at you lovingly as he kept moving his eyes between your face and your beautiful, shivering body. He licked his lips and breathed labouredly, still having the taste of you on his tongue before wiping the lower part of his face a little.

"Are you okay, MC?" He asked you as his hands moved over your thighs and caressed them comfortingly, still feeling their little tremors every now and then. Your skin tingled wherever he touched and you exhaled, trying to fill your lungs with air properly. Your eyes opened only halfway and you looked at Sebastian with a slightly tired but satisfied smile, nodding your head.

"Yeah, fine..." Your smile widened as your eyes took him in, making him smile back without even knowing why - just the fact that you were happy made him happy. "You look cute..." You saw him blink in confusion before smirking at you, the blush still present on his cheeks. Whether from your words or how he'd pleased you, you didn't know.

"Really now? How so?" You nodded, biting your lower lip. Your hands went to his own on your thighs, caressing his skin. His fingers intertwined with yours, his bigger, rougher and warmer hands holding yours securely. Your legs involuntarily squeezed around his hips. Your body was warm and felt so soft and pliable that neither of you wanted to leave the moment nor the bed anytime soon.

"Your hair... It's all over the place thanks to me." His chocolate brown curls were sticking out in all directions from your hands, but he looked dishevelled in such an attractive way that you bit your lower lip as you admired him shamelessly. The top half of his body was covered in a sheen of sweat and the matted tips of his hair clung to his forehead and cheeks. He was the image of lust and you wanted more of him. Noticing the expression of want on your face, he undressed the rest of his remaining clothes, seeing you eyeing him and swallowing heavily when he was completely naked.

With an almost devilish smile, he crawled back over you, his hands spreading your legs apart a little more so he could nestle between them before they clenched around his hips. He lifted your arms as he went up your body, pressing your joined hands above your head and into the soft mattress.

"You can mess it up more, you know? I don't mind... But right now, I'd like to mess you up a little, if you don't mind." He almost purred as he came closer until you were face to face and he pressed a peck to the tip of your nose, making you chuckle. He kissed you again, enjoying the fact that your front pressed against his and he could finally indulge in the fact that you were his and he was yours again. Whenever he heard you moan, Sebastian would smirk and kiss you harder, pressing his body against yours and obviously letting you feel how much you affected him.

"Seb..." You whispered between kisses and he hummed, his lips pecking yours one last time before they went to your jaw and neck. His mouth bit and licked your hot skin until there were even more new marks embedded into it, a satisfied huff leaving him at the sight. Sebastian was making you lose your train of thought with every new bite and the soothing of his tongue, and it was starting to become a problem with how much you two were grinding against one another. "Mmm...wanna feel you...inside..." He smirked and pulled back, releasing your hands and latching onto your waist. Next, his rough hands caressed the skin down to your hips, looking you over almost reverently.

In his haste to get you close to his side again, Sebastian almost didn't notice that you had scars of your own: he recognised some from all your fights and adventures during your time at Hogwarts, but there were others that he'd never seen before. Some were long faded and others were only a few months old. It made him wonder how many times you had been in danger or scared of possibly dying and how he wished he would've been there for you.

"Sebastian? Love? Are you okay?" You were looking at him curiously, and a bit worried, and he smiled before nodding. His hands traced the scars delicately and looked at their shapes and sizes, trying to figure out how you'd gotten them. Who or what had been to blame.

"I was just thinking about how brave you are..." The brunette spoke quietly, still focused on the scarred tissue. You looked at him in surprise but smiled nonetheless.

"If you mean my scars, I'd rather call myself lucky. I definitely wasn't paying enough attention, that's how I got them in the first place. They were valuable lessons." In almost any fight you had had, you couldn't help remembering how you used to duel with Sebastian or fight with him by your side. It felt wrong to want him there with you during your life-and-death fights, considering the fact that you were the one who had proposed breaking up. But he had been by your side for quite some time before then and in enough fights, which was enough for you to miss him when he wasn't there anymore.

"You won't have to worry about that anymore, darling. I'll have your back from now on." His voice was full of determination as he looked into your eyes resolutely. You smiled, pulling him closer to kiss him in gratitude. Sebastian obliged, one of his hands going back on your waist while the other one kept him from crushing you. You could feel how hard he was and ground against him teasingly, making him let out a muffled groan before he did it right back in playful retaliation.

Sebastian felt like his self-control was hanging by a thread the more of you he felt. You were so close to him and he was seconds away from snapping and burying himself inside you. His mouth left yours as you both breathed heavily and his eyes, now smouldering and considerably darker than ever before, were watching you like a predator eyeing his prey.

"Last chance to back out." He spoke lowly as his eyes stared into yours. You both knew it wasn't true - he'd stop the moment he sensed something was wrong or you told him to. But hearing him say those words certainly lit a fire in your lower belly.

You only shook your head in response and tightened your grip around his hips to pull him even closer. With a smirk, Sebastian slowly guided himself inside you, making the both of you sigh and shudder at the feeling of finally being connected after all this time. He watched your face for anything amiss, but found nothing except bliss. Everything felt so right...as if you were two halves of the same puzzle that were meant to fit together.

Your body was so warm and wet that he never wanted the feeling to leave him. Sebastian was sure that you were what he needed. What he'd always needed. His hands held onto your waist, fingers splaying over the sweaty skin and caressing lightly, trying to keep himself from moving. He didn't want to hurt you, despite neither of you being virgins anymore.

The moment Sebastian felt you grind against him, he pulled back only to snap his hips forward, drawing a sharp moan out of your mouth. He would've loved to tease you, move slower, have you beg, but he couldn't wait anymore. His speed increased after only a few more slower thrusts, making you throw your head back as you held onto his biceps tightly, nails hardly digging in. Sebastian loved the way you felt around him and the fact that he could make you feel so good. He watched your expressions and smiled as if he'd won the ultimate Crossed Wands duel.

Seeing your neck so exposed, he pushed one of his hands into your hair and kept your head comfortably angled so he could glue his mouth to the side of your neck, collarbones and chest once more. You breathed in sharply and moaned the moment his teeth bit and his tongue soothed the already marked skin, doing this multiple times until your skin had more little, irregular trails of lovebites. Then he kissed those marks, feeling your quick pulse underneath his lips as he ploughed into you. The sound of skin hitting skin made him smirk as he held onto your hips now, his elbows pressing against the outside of your legs to push them even more tightly closed around his snapping hips.

"Seb, I-I'm gonna-" Sebastian growled at the sound of your words before speeding up his movements, your hands moving and your nails digging into the skin of his upper back when he moved to loom over you. His efforts weren't in vain as his front kept rubbing against your clit from how close the two of you were. The freckled man started to pull back with the intention of cumming on your stomach, but your legs clenched around his hips and pressed him against you again. His dark eyes snapped down to see you smiling at him as you moaned when he hit a particularly good spot inside.

"Are you sure?" He panted, holding himself back from coming undone. You nodded and begged him, eyes pleading and boring into his own. Sebastian stared at you for another second before rapidly nodding and thrusting faster. He could already imagine you, carrying his children. Maybe one. Maybe two? Twins even? He groaned loudly at the thought, his hold on you tightening to the point of nearly painful. You came with a loud moan of his name, throwing your head back as you bared your love-bitten neck to him. Feeling how tightly you were gripping him and seeing how beautiful you were underneath and around him, Sebastian followed you and came as well, painting your insides white.

"That's it, darling... Good girl. You've done so well for me..." He praised you quietly as he kept moving, his hands going over your sweaty skin slowly. His affectionate touches made you squirm and sigh while you looked at him with half-lidded eyes. Merlin, you loved this man so much...

"Sebastian... Oh, Merlin..." You gasped out when he thrust again suddenly, making him chuckle as he gradually started slowing down. You sounded so winded and he felt proud for making you feel so good. A part of him hoped that you'd get pregnant - one of the ultimate ways of showing others you were off limits. And he had a feeling you somehow knew about that, which is why you had asked him to cum inside. But now he wanted to do even better. He wanted you to cum some more. To make up for lost time.

He sat on his haunches, your shaking legs still around him as he pulled you so your lower half was on his strong thighs without disconnecting from you. You looked up at him curiously. He smiled down at you before his hands went to your waist, pulling you up and against his front so you were on his lap. Your arms went around his neck as you two smiled at one another before your lips met his in a soft kiss that quickly deepened. His movements were slower now, but still deep enough to make you moan and whimper his name against his plump lips. Your sensitivity really didn't help you much right now, but you wanted another small taste of him.

His mouth left yours and descended to kiss your marked neck while your hands dove into his sweat-mussed hair to hold him close. Sebastian had never wished he could endure and prolong something like this more in his entire life. He wanted more time with you like this - an eternity. And he swore to himself that this wouldn't be the last time you two ever felt something like this together, despite your jobs. Sebastian wasn't about to let you get away from him so easily when you'd just returned. He pecked your neck again, inhaling the mix of your perfume and sweat with an enamoured smile.

Your highs slowly built up again, feeling even more intense than before and he quietly asked if you still wanted him to come inside again. You only nodded quickly, pulling him into a kiss as he hugged you tightly until you both came undone just seconds apart.

Breathing heavily and with a heaving chest, Sebastian laid down on his back, pulling you half on top of him without breaking contact between your hips. You hummed tiredly as you placed your head on his shoulder, feeling his laboured breath blowing against your hair and his heart beating rapidly. You felt his hands caressing your back, holding your sweaty body against his equally sweaty front. Then he felt you move and looked down at you. You had lifted your head and were looking at him lovingly, making Sebastian smile warmly at you.

"Are you okay?" He asked you quietly, pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You nodded with a joyful smile, one of your hands going through his unkempt curls to ruffle them a little.

"Very. You?"

"Me too."

It was silent for a few seconds while you stared at each other intently, as if you two were finally becoming aware of the situation at hand. You both ended up smiling at one another. One of Sebastian's hands, which had been caressing your back tenderly, had now gone up until it reached your head. He placed his hand on your cheek and cupped it, his thumb moving in swiping motions, which made your smile get wider. He caressed your cheek with his hand before he pulled you into a kiss that left you two dizzy with happiness.

For you, the feeling was a hundred times better than any successful spell casting or potion brewing you had ever experienced, and maybe even better than when you'd rescued your Phoenix bird. For Sebastian, it was a new type of euphoria, better than any of the highs he'd ever felt from his work in the past. No victory in a duel would ever compare.

"I could go for another round, you know? I've missed you terribly these past few years..." You whispered with an eager smile. Sebastian laughed and pulled you so you ended up completely on top of him.

"Then we'd better make up for the time we lost, hm?" With a giggle, you pressed yourself against him and kissed him fully, feeling his tattooed, muscular arms go around your midsection as you started moving.

The next morning, people were talking quietly, giggling and eating in the Grand Hall. Ominis, Imelda, Alexey, Natty, Samuel, Poppy, Robert and Garreth were all eating breakfast together, with Amit joining them only a couple of seconds later.

"Good morning!" He got several of the same greeting back, some sounding sleepier than others. He looked around at the other tables before turning back to the group curiously as he sat down next to Garreth. "Where are Sebastian and MC? I haven't seen them since Sebastian stormed out of here last night." Imelda cackled and Ominis rolled his eyes before she, Natty, Poppy and Garreth all shared looks while subtle smirks presented themselves on their faces.

"Well, let's just say-" Imelda didn't get to say anything else because just then, you and Sebastian entered the Great Hall, holding hands and smiling at each other like you'd each won a billion Galleons. When you two saw the group, you smiled and Sebastian smirked, obviously proud when he saw their eyes raking over both of your figures as you came closer. There were obvious hickeys and bite marks on both of your necks, something that made almost anyone who saw them do a double take. Well, except for your friends who all expected this to happen.

"Good morning!" Your voice sounded so chipper that some of those in your friend group couldn't help the smiles taking over, obviously happy for you two.

"MC, you're...glowing." Poppy said, unable to find a better word for the beaming smile you wore and the happiness rolling off you in waves. It seemed like a burden had been lifted off your shoulders and you looked up at Sebastian with the same joyful expression. He grinned back, infected by your happiness before his hand gently went to your jaw and pulled you into a sweet and short kiss. His eyes were warm as he looked at you before he glanced up when he felt eyes on you two.

Quite a few people outside of your usual circle of friends, including Theodore and Leander, were staring at him jealously. Sebastian smirked at them before pulling you into his side and leading you both to sit down with the others, with Ominis, along with Anne, on your other side.

"Seb, don't be mean..." You told him, but you couldn't help giggling when you felt him holding you glued to his side as you both started putting food onto your plates.

"I have to show them that you're mine and I'm yours again. Just so they don't get any ideas." He pressed a kiss to your temple, earning a shake of your head before you pecked his cheek sweetly.

"I'm gonna puke..." Imelda said as she watched you two while Alexey huffed in amusement and held her hand underneath the table.

"Piss off, Reyes." Sebastian said with a smug grin. His free hand went around you and settled on your hip, fingers playing with the material of your dress subconsciously. Even with all the kisses, hugs and general closeness since the night before, he still felt as if it wasn't enough. He didn't think it would ever be enough.

"I'm glad you two are on good terms again." Natty said as she bit into her toast, right before Imelda could respond. You and Sebastian shared a brief look and smile. You couldn't help cuddling up to Sebastian as he grinned down at you, squeezing you affectionately.

"We're on more than just good terms, but thank you, Natty. Reyes, you could learn a thing or two from her." He teased as he pointed his fork from Imelda to Natty. Imelda only scoffed and showed him the middle finger, making the others laugh at their banter. The chatter at your table continued before you heard your name being whispered by Ominis, which prompted you to turn your head towards him.

"Yes, Ominis? Is something the matter?"

"Not exactly, but I'd like to ask... Are you two really okay now?" He didn't sound too concerned, but you knew better. He was just worried about you and Sebastian. So you smiled and placed your hand on his back, rubbing it comfortingly.

"Yeah. We had a really long chat yesterday and even this morning before we came down for breakfast. We've both changed...hopefully for the better." You smiled and squeezed his hand, making Ominis smile and squeeze back. "But I have a good feeling about this."

"I'm glad." He smiled genuinely. "Maybe now he'll stop grumbling and moping about you."

"Hey, I heard that!" Sebastian said loudly as he playfully glared at his best friend, struggling to chew and talk at the same time.

"That was the point, Sebastian." You laughed, hearing them both egging each other on like in your fifth-year.

You felt happy with the outcome of this reunion. You had hoped to see Sebastian again and dreamt about being able to at least become friends again. But it had all turned out better than you had anticipated. You didn't even notice your lovesick daze until the man in question looked down at you and smirked.

"See something you like, princess?" You couldn't help smiling and nodding before pulling him into a gentle kiss to which he visibly relaxed in response. When you pulled back, he was staring at you with a mix of hunger, love and possessiveness. It might've made you squirm in your spot if it wasn't for the blush on his cheeks, knowing he was feeling the same as you. "I love you, MC." He told you quietly, his eyes locked with yours.

You smiled, kissing him again before responding. "I love you, too, Seb."

#bomi's stuff #iba series #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x mc #hogwarts legacy x you #hogwarts legacy x reader

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massivedrickhead · 10 months

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I love that you're having so much fun writing right now. Is there a prompt that you've been hoping someone would request? I request that one

Thanks so much for sending this!

There a couple that I haven't gotten yet that I'd like to do, but I settled on this one.

22. “Darling, you’re shivering. Come here, let me warm you up.”

Prompt taken from here

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“Chlo’, I think the party is winding down now, why don’t you get out of the pool?”

“W-what? N-no!” Chloe protested, treading water in the middle of the pool. “This is a p-pool party! W-why am I the o-only one in the p-pool?!”

“You’re literally shivering,” Beca said, her voice teetering between fondness and exasperation. She extended her hand so she could pull her girlfriend up and out of the pool. “Come on, let’s go home and get you warmed up.”

“Oh y-yeah?” Chloe asked, swimming towards the edge of the pool. “What did you have in m-mind?”

Beca rolled her eyes. “Mind out the gutter, Beale. I was thinking more hot chocolate and blankets.”

Chloe took Beca’s extended hand, and Beca helped pull her out of the pool.

“Jesus,” Beca said, pulling off her jacket and wrapping it around Chloe’s shoulders. “You’re freezing.”

“I’m f-fine,” Chloe said, teeth chattering as Beca put her arm around Chloe’s shoulders. “I’m n-not even c-cold.”

“Sure,” Beca said, leading her back to the Bellas’ house. “Whatever you say.”

Luckily it was a short walk, and within 10 minutes Beca was helping a tipsy Chloe up the stairs and into her bedroom.

“We need to get you out of these wet clothes,” Beca said, rummaging through Chloe’s drawers for a pair of pyjamas.

“Bet you’ve said that before,” Chloe said with a smirk, pulling off her soaking-wet dress.

“Funnily enough, this situation doesn’t happen as often as you might think,” Beca said she handed Chloe her pyjamas, who dropped them onto the bed and picked up a towel so she could dry off.

Chloe had been getting naked in front of Beca long before they’d started dating, so Beca was used to the sight by now. What she wasn’t used to, however, was the feeling of not needing to suddenly turn away and hide her eyes. She wasn’t used to being allowed to look.

“Like something you see?” Chloe asked, still smirking.

Beca shrugged and hoped Chloe couldn’t see the blush spread across her cheeks.

“Are you still cold?” Beca asked, trying not to get distracted.

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “You mean you can’t tell?”

There was no way to hide her blush this time.

“Alright, put a shirt on or something,” Beca said. “You’re killing me here.”

Chloe giggled and pulled on her pyjamas. “I think you promised me hot chocolate and blankets,” she said, giving Beca a quick kiss before she headed into the bathroom to remove what was left of her makeup.

Beca went back downstairs to the kitchen and made two mugs of hot chocolate. She also grabbed a sleeve of Oreos and a bottle of water and returned to Chloe’s room.

Chloe was already in bed when Beca got back, and she looked up from her phone when Beca entered the room.

She put the mugs and water on Chloe’s nightstand, and handed her the Oreos, knowing Chloe always had a sweet tooth when she’d been drinking.

Chloe opened the packet and began eating, watching as Beca also changed into pyjamas.

She’d started keeping a few pairs in Chloe’s room since they’d started dating. It wasn’t often that she slept in her own bed now.

“Enjoying the show?” Beca asked, pulling an old t-shirt over her head.

“If I had any ones, I’d tip you,” Chloe said. She moved over in bed so Beca could climb in, and they spent the next half an hour eating Oreos, drinking their hot chocolate, and listening to music.

“I really love you, you know?” Chloe said, letting her head rest on Beca’s shoulder.

Beca couldn’t have stopped the smile that spread across her face if she’d tried.

“I really love you too,” she said. She kissed Chloe’s forehead and frowned. “How are you still cold?”

Chloe shrugged. “Someone let me jump into a pool.”

“I think you’ll find you did that all by yourself,” Beca said. She took hold of Chloe’s hands. “Should I get a heating pad or something? I don’t want you to get si-”

Chloe cut her off by pressing a kiss to her lips.

“You’re cute,” Chloe said. “And you’re even cuter when you’re all worried and protective. I’m fine, Bec. But if you’re really that worried, I can think of one way we can warm me up.”

Beca narrowed her eyes. “How drunk are you?”

“I was a little tipsy when we left the party, and I feel pretty much sober now,” Chloe said.

Beca studied her eyes for a few seconds, flicking back and forth until she was satisfied. “You’re sure?”

“Beca,” Chloe said. “Kiss me.”

Beca grinned and switched off the lamp. “Yes ma’am.”

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glassofspoiledmilk · 9 months

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Going Gold| Yuri P

Chapter ten, Paris | TW: Language

I skated into the middle of the rink and took my starting position like usual.

It wasn't usual.

I heard the music start but I didn't feel like moving.

Against my will, I started my program.

I moved along with the music like I was on autopilot, not really thinking about the way I moved, just moving.

Thankfully my free program was more melodramatic than my short so no one really noticed I was actually upset. I went through my jumps and spins with ease, not really realizing I was doing them. When I finished the program I huffed and took my final position.

I looked around as I gasped for air.

I skated over to Lilia who was at a loss for words, which scared me because that usually wasn't a good thing.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been feeling very good" I say as I lean against the wall of the rink, trying to catch my breath.

"...No Y/N that was..beautiful" she says as if she were in shock.

...

"..really?" I reply as I feel the mood slightly lighten.

"If I were judging that, I would've scored you in the hundreds" she said smiling at me.

"I'm proud of you"

I could feel my eyes start to tear up as I smiled back at her.

She put her arm on my shoulder and told me that I deserved a break.

I skated off the ice with a smile on my face, completely forgetting about Yuris mystery crush.

When I stepped into the rubber flooring I saw Yuri standing at the entrance of the rink.

His face was slightly pink and I could see tears welling in his eyes.

"Are you alright..?" I ask, slightly tilting my head to the right.

"Psssht! I'm fine, out of my way I have a program to complete" he said avoiding my gaze.

As he walked by me I turned around and watched him skate into the rink with a confused look on my face.

I slid my guards on over my blades and walked over to my bag, which was on the bleachers. I grabbed out a snack and sat down.

The music for yuris free program started and i grabbed out my phone to pass the time.

I scrolled on instagram for the few minutes he was skating and when he was done, I walked off the bleachers and onto the floor.

Lilia and Yuri met me at the entrance to the rink.

"Both of your programs today were pretty good. I'm very proud of how hard you've worked up until this point.

However, that doesn't mean you get to stop so I am expecting this and above at tomorrows short program" Lilia sternly said as she slid her gloves off her slim hands and shoving them into her pocket.

"Also the two of you need things to wear to the gala at the end of the series, so while we're in Paris I suggest you do that" she added.

Yakov came down off the bleachers, carrying my things, and stood next to Lilia.

Lilia sighs loudly and then says "you will not have a budget on your attire to the gala, but if anything else is bought using my credit card it will be returned. Immediately."

"Do you understand?" She says with a serious tone.

"Yes" me and Yuri say in unison.

We walked out of the rink and out to the parking lot. Lilia started the car and we all got in.

She drove us back to the hotel and when we got inside I changed out of my skating clothes and put on a nice outfit to go shopping in. While I was in the bathroom I remembered the texts between Mila and Yuri and my heart sank again.

I couldn't really do anything with my feelings, if I asked Yuri about it he'd know I read his texts and I'd never hear the end of it, and Mila wouldnt be any help either. I groaned and threw my head back in frustration and sorrow. I took in a deep breath, and continued getting ready.

I changed my clothes and walked out of the bathroom to see Yuri waiting for me.

He was wearing cargo pants and a sweatshirt, both of which we had bought together at the mall.

"You ready?" He asks nonchalantly.

"Oh um yeah" I awkwardly stutter out.

He opens up the door and we walk down the hotel hallway to the elevator.

"Do you have Lilia's Card?" I ask, looking over at him.

"Yea, I grabbed it before you came out of the bathroom" he replies, hitting the button to call the elevator.

When the doors open, we simultaneously step inside.

I stood in the corner, next to Yuri who was on his phone.

I took in a breath, and got a whiff of Yuris cologne.

He smelled good, like a weirdly comforting kind of good.

I felt my face heat up, but luckily the elevator doors opened before Yuri could notice.

We walked out of the hotel and outside onto the street.

"Do you know where we're going?" I say.

"Yea, there's a popular mall nearby that has a lot of places we can look in" he adds, looking over at me.

"Cool" I reply awkwardly.

There was an awkward silence.

"What was that today" Yuri asks.

"Huh" I reply confused.

"When you were in the bathroom" he adds.

He looks at me out of the corner over his eye.

I felt my face go white.

what was I supposed to tell him? "Oh yea I was snooping through your phone and I found out you liked a girl and didn't tell me!".

"Like I said I..wasn't feeling good" I say as I avoid his gaze.

"Y/N I've said this before, you're an awful liar" he replies.

"Tell me what really happened"

"I told you what happened Yuri, drop it" I say with a sudden change of tone.

There was a strange beat of silence before he spoke again.

"Fine" he replied with a fake nonchalant attitude.

I watched with regret as he looked away from me, his gaze hardening on the ground.

I swallowed hard and took out my phone.

I tried to forget the conversation, but the guilt eventually got to me.

"I'm sorry Yuri, I didn't mean it to come off like that It's just..personal" I say as I look up at him.

He looks back down at me.

"It's fine, I get it" he replies, his face relaxing.

A few minutes later we approached the mall. Yuri reached for the door and held it open so I could enter.

"Thanks" i quietly said.

We walked down the hallway until we approached a bridal store.

"You wanna go in here?" I asked.

"Sure" he replied while sliding his phone into his back pocket.

We walked into the store and saw thousands of dresses and suits.

Yuri and I decided to split up and grab a few things we liked, and then meet up again at the dressing rooms.

I walked over to the area titled 'dresses'

And began my search there.

I grabbed a dark blue poofy floor length dress, a mid length satin black dress, and a wine red dress that was also floor length.

I walked over to the fitting room area and saw Yuri sitting down on a bench.

He looked up and saw me.

"I've been texting you for the past 20 minutes" Yuri says, obviously annoyed.

"Oh I wasn't paying attention...sorry" I say awkwardly.

He groans in response.

"I got us a room" he adds pointing to the door infront of him.

"Who's going first?" I ask.

"Do you wanna go first?" he says.

"Sure" I reply pushing open the door.

I locked it behind me and hung the dresses up on the wall.

I first grabbed the dark blue dress first and slipped it on.

I unlocked the door and walked out.

"What do you think?" I asked Yuri.

He looked me up and down.

"I think you look like a princess" he replied.

"In a good way or a bad way?" I added with a smile.

"Both I guess" he shrugged.

I laughed a little and spun around in the dress.

"I certainly feel like a princess...but I think it's a little much" I say as I lift up a little bit of the fabric on the skirt.

I walked back into the fitting room and took off the dress.

I grabbed the black satin dress and quickly put it on.

I looked in the mirror, the dress was extremely pretty. it was fitted around my body but left just enough room to move comfortably. I once again unlocked the door and walked back out to the waiting area. "what do you think of this one?" I ask.

he looks up from his phone and scans the scene Infront of him.

his breath slightly hitched before he spoke, "it looks fine I guess".

"what do you mean fine, like fine as 'in meh it looks fine' or fine as 'in yea it looks fine!'" I add.

"I don't know, I guess the second one" he says awkwardly.

I roll my eyes and retreat back into the room.

I slid off the black dress and hug it back onto the wall. I then grabbed the last dress, a wine red dress that was fitted along the torse, but flared at the bottom.

I zipped up the back and left the room again.

"Alright last one, what do you think" I say.

"It looks ok" he said nonchalantly.

"You're no help" I retort, making a face.

"I liked the last one more" he says, gaze returning to his phone.

"Do you think I should get that one?" I add.

"I guess" he replies.

I walk back into the room and take off the dress.

I slip the dress onto its hanger and grab the other two dresses and walk out.

"its all yours" I say sitting down next to yuri.

he grabs the pile of suits next to him and walks into the changing room.

i open my phone and scroll on instagram for a few minutes until yuri returned,

when he came out he was wearing a white suit, with a black tie.

"well?" he says after a few moments of silence.

"uhhh it looks fine i guess" I reply, mocking him.

he scoffs and turns around to go back into the room.

"it looks nice, but it kinda washes you out" i add.

"whats that supposed to mean?" he retorts.

"im just saying i think you should go with a different color, but if you like it then I dont really care" I reply.

he rolls his eyes and goes into the fitting room to change.

a few moments later he returns wearing a plain black and white suit.

"that one looks nice" I say, inspecting him.

"I feel like I look too boring" he complains.

"then go put on something more interesting" I reply.

the last suit he comes out wearing is a gorgeous red suit with a red tie, and black button of shirt.

I watched as he emerged from the room, my cheeks starting to turn a slight shade of pink.

"whats wrong" Yuri says, snapping me out of my trance.

"N-nothing im fine! you look really nice Yuri, i think you should go with that one" i say awkwardly.

his cheeks pinkened and lips ever so slightly curled into a smile.

he turned around and walked back into the changing room without a word.

when he came back out , he was back in his normal clothes and carrying the pile of suits.

"done?" I ask.

"yea" he replies.

I walked back to the dress area and hung up the dresses I wasnt going to buy, and then met up with yuri at the cash register.

"did you guys find everything ok?" the lady asks as she rings up our stuff.

"yup!" i cheerfully say.

"alright, your total is 709.57" she adds.

yuri pulls out the card from his pocket and proceeds to purchase our clothes for the gala.

"have a nice day!" the lady says, handing us our stuff now put into pink bags with white tissue paper.

"you too!" i reply, grabbing the bags.

i handed Yuri's to him and we walked out of the store.

we walked around the mall for a little, until a cafe caught my eye.

"Yuri!! look at that café we should get something to eat!" i say excitedly.

''do i have to" he complains.

"absolutely!" i reply, grabbing his arm and dragging him into the restaurant.

I opened the door and we sat down at a two person table next to one of the windows.

I picked up the menu and began to read it.

"make sure you read the english side this time" he says with a sly smile.

"i hate you" i say reply rolling my eyes.

"hate you too" he adds with a smile.

A/N: sorry this one’s kinda boring I’ve been super busy and I’m kinda just trying to get stuff posted 😭

#yuri on ice #fluff imagine #oneshots #x reader #yuri plisetsky x reader #figure skating #grand prix #yurio plisetsky #victuuri #wattpad #going gold #yuri x reader

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ship-zai · 22 days

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omg hiii I don't see alot of proshippers in the bsd fandom so this is a nice surprise, hope we can get along bcz there's not alot of us. also even tho i don't have my age in my profile (omg im procrastinating on making an intro post) i'm a minor. anyways i was wondering if you could write like teen port mafia dazai x preppy law following kunikida, i think it'd be really toxic. especially if dazai is forcing kunikida to date him n threatening him with the pm if he leaves. even cooler if they met while dazai was committing a crime and kidnaps him or smth but it doesn't have to go like that. I'd really appreciate it if you wrote it, especially bcz i also write fics so ik how much effort they take. anyways i hope you have a lovely day filled with pleasant little surprises that feel kinda like a warm hug <333/p

decided to do my own spin on this idea in a way, this is quite short because i didn't have too many ideas but this is a fanfic of them meeting for the first time!, i hope you like it!, and hope you have a good day as well! (fic under cut) tw for smoking and mild violence

It was around 7pm on a Sunday when Kunikida met Dazai. The sun was beginning the set and the summer air was cooling down after the sweltering hot heat in the middle of the day. Kunikida saw a boy who looked to be about his age if not younger, smoking in an alley. He couldn’t help but intervene. “You know its a misdemeanor to smoke underage in public spaces” Kunikida said, standing awkwardly in front of the wall, refusing to lean back against the alley wall to avoid dirtying his clothing. Dazai tilted his head and burst out laughing. “Wow…you seriously dont know who i am…oh this is great!” He said, still in a fit of laughter. He stepped in front of Kunikida pressing him against the brick wall of the alley. “I’ve done much worse than a misdemeanor…now i suggest you leave, unless you really want to care for someone like me” He said, holding his almost finished cigarette threateningly close to Kunikida’s neck. “Even if you’ve done worse…you’re my age…you seriously should take better care of yourself, you look like you’re on the brink of death…” Kunikida said. Dazai laughed slightly. “Is that so?” He pressed his Cigarette to Kunikida’s neck and burst out laughing when he yelped and covered the now blistering spot on his neck. Kunikida had small tears in the corners of his eyes but did his best to keep himself together and remain as dignified as he could in this situation. “Violence isn’t the solution just because you’re annoyed with someone you know?, and i seriously mean it, health is important…no matter how much of a pain you may be…” Kunikda says the last part sounding slightly annoyed. “You know what…i like you!, you’re funny…why don't you meet me here tomorrow ok?” Dazai said, with a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Kunikida’s spine. Kunikida swallows the spit that was pooling in his mouth and hesitantly nodded. When Dazai backed up he practically shot out of the area. When he got home he put medication on the burn and wrapped it in bandages. He decided to research criminals area, and his heart dropped when he realized who he had accidentally caught the eye of.

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dingochef · 1 year

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Summary: Jake officially moves in, but that's not what throws you off kilter, it's memories from the past.

Word Count: 3.4k

Chapter Specific Warning: Brief mention of eating disorders in general. No character has an eating disorder in this story.

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Chapter 5

Chapter 6: From Afar

Jake wasn't kidding when he said it wouldn't take him long to pack and be out of his quarters. He has packed up his belongings and is back at your house in under four hours.

You are relieved, the few times you had visited the apartment always felt lonely and impersonal. It also didn't help that the floor below him was all of his students, which was too close to have any real separation from his job.

You've only lived with one other person before and in a place you both chose to move to so it was a blank slate you filled together. Jake is moving into your house where you've lived for a couple of years. You want Jake to feel like this is his home, too.

You had cleared out a drawer in your dresser for Jake to stash some clothes early on in your relationship, but now you need to reallocate storage space in the bedroom. You and Jake are standing in the bedroom discussing it.

"I won't lie, I do have an absurd amount of clothing between work clothing, casual clothing, and cycling/workout gear," you say.

Jake laughs,

"We'll figure it out, besides I like all your clothes especially when I'm taking them off you," he replies and kisses your temple.

"So, I was thinking I'll clear out half the closet for your frequently worn hangables and we can put the rest of your stuff and formal uniforms in the guest room closet. We could also get another dresser for you or get a double one, I think there's room for either option," you say as you lay out a plan.

Jake wraps his arms around you and replies,

"You are such a cute engineer, the way you pounce on a problem is adorable."

You give him a little scoff and he continues,

"I think the closet will work and that another dresser is a good idea, it gives us more flexibility in layout."

Nodding, you reply,

"I think I can get a matching dresser from the place you got this one, or there's a neat vintage shop in Old Town where we could find something."

The bedroom settled, you walk into the guest room. You have a very fancy futon with a good mattress for guests and a desk, but not much else in the room.

"This room doesn't really have a function, I sometimes get friends visiting, but when my family comes for Christmas my parents just rent a beach house for a week and we all hang there."

"Christmas in San Diego, sounds nice."

"Yeah, with my parents in Michigan and my sister in Chicago convincing them to come somewhere warm in the middle of the winter was an easy sell."

"Back to this," you wave your hand at the room, "If you want to carve out a space that's yours or have any ideas this room is a blank canvas."

You step over to Jake and wrap your arms around his waist,

"I want you to feel at home here, that this house is your home, so if there's anything you want to do, change, or need, let's talk about it. You know, paint, sheets, whatever."

He kisses your forehead.

"I appreciate you putting so much thought into all of this," he looks down at me, "I do feel at home here, I like the way it's decorated, light and airy, you have very comfortable furniture and whatever 12,000 thread count sheets you use are like sleeping on a cloud. This is home because you're here with me."

"You are too sweet," you respond standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.

"I have a few things back in Texas at my parents house that I'd like to get up on a wall and a few other mementos that I thought I'd grab when I went back for Thanksgiving," he pauses,

"Speaking of, would you like to come with me and meet my family?"

You are surprised and not at the same time that Jake has asked you to meet his family. A brief memory of meeting Liam's family for the first time flashes into your brain; it is not a good memory.

"Depends, do you like your family? I've walked into a hornet's nest of passive aggressive familial animosity and I'd prefer not to do it again."

Jake chuckles,

"I do like my family, in fact I love them. I think you'll like them and they are definitely going to love you. Seriously, my mom is probably going to write me off and adopt you as the daughter she never got."

It's your turn to laugh,

"It sounds great, I'd love to spend Thanksgiving in Texas with you and the Seresin clan."

"I'll call my mom later and let her know the news, that and my new address."

Jake is beaming, the panty dropper smile is brilliant on his face.

The transition of Jake living with you is hardly noticeable or different than how things were before in the daily routine of your lives.

It's a few days into your official cohabitation when you get a large box in the mail from your mom.

You're opening it up when Jake gets home.

"What's all that?" he asks as he takes his shoes off. You have placed the large box on the coffee table and are looking through it.

"My mom sent it. My parents have decided to downsize and are looking at getting a condo on the lakeshore, so they've been cleaning out the house in DeWitt. My mom said she was sending some 'important stuff' that I left there," you answer.

"The lakeshore?" Jake asks.

"Sorry, Michigan thing. A condo somewhere in one of the towns on Lake Michigan, in this case, or any of the four Great Lakes that Michigan borders."

He laughs at your very tourist guide answer and sits down next to you. There's a few formal family portraits in frames on top, you laugh as you look at the absurd 90s clothes and hair.

Jake laughs,

"El, you had a perm."

"I know, a poodle perm, too. I asked my mother later in life if she laughed when she sent me to the bus stop in the morning."

The next artifact to come up is your high school diploma and tassel. you put it aside and look under it. There are about a dozen DVDs with homemade labels on them.

"Oh yeah, my dad said something about taking our family videos and putting them on DVD."

Flipping through the DVDs you see that most are in chronological order and include things like birthday parties, holidays, and school events. The last two give you pause. The first is labeled with your mom's handwriting and says, "Elsa Gymnastics - Before" and the second one says, "Elsa Gymnastics - After."

You look down and the rest of the box is filled with gymnastics medals and trophies and other useless trappings of competition. Something in you flares up in anger.

"Jesus Christ, mom. It's been nearly 20 years and she still hasn't let it go," you spit out.

Jake takes the two DVDs from your hands and reads the labels.

"Are these seriously divided by when you fractured your ankle?" he asks, an incredulous edge to his voice. He has peered into the box and seen the mountain of medals and trophies. He puts his hand on your back and starts to rub gently, sensing your agitation.

You huff an angry laugh through the tears that are starting to form, "Nothing like your parents making you feel like a disappointment from afar, thank you US Postal Service."

"That's a little fucked up, El. I can't understand how any parent wouldn't be busting with pride for all that you've accomplished in your life."

You sigh,

"Please let them know that. They had one dream for me for so many years, but it wasn't my dream. They poured so much time, energy, and money into making that happen. I get the initial disappointment, but it's been almost 20 years and I've gone on to do some pretty god damn amazing things with my life, but they still hold onto the grief of losing that one dream. I always thought that a parent's dream for their kid would be for them to be happy in life and not a serial killer."

He snickers at the last part and takes your hands in his,

"I think most parents aim higher for 'not a serial killer'. What matters is if you're happy with your life, El. Not them. You are an amazingly smart, beautiful, funny, and kind woman who has a goddamn PhD in aerospace engineering with a job that engages and challenges you and a devastatingly handsome boyfriend who is a decorated fighter jet pilot."

You laugh softly at his self assessment.

"People wouldn't write that in a movie script because it sounds too good to be true," he says, earnestly.

You look at him through the last of the tears and say,

"Did I mention I love you?"

"Not in the last five minutes, but I'll take that any time. Here," he stands and pulls you up. He rifles through the rest of the box to see if there's anything else besides medals and trophies. Seeing none he picks up the box and grabs your hand.

"Come with me and grab some shoes," he tells you. You break apart for a brief moment to slip on some sandals by the back door. He is outside and heading towards our garbage bin in the alley with you following close behind.

"I think I'm reading the situation right, this all shit you don't want in your life anymore?" he asks, putting the edge of the box on the edge of the now open bin.

"Yes, I've made my peace with it and it's all just reminders of the past and shit I don't need," you answer.

With that answer he tips the box of medals, trophies, and bad memories into our trash. It is a loud din of metal clanking and jingling. There is a silence after everything settles in the trash and you feel lighter. Jake responsibly breaks down the box and puts it in the recycling bin.

Taking your hand he leads you back into the house. He sits down on the couch and pulls you down with him.

"I didn't throw the DVDs out because I want to see that part of your history," he says, almost asking gently.

You nod and you get it, it was such a big part of your life that it makes sense that he wants to know about it.

"No time like the present. I'm already in an emotional state so why not go with it," you say a bit darkly. You pick up the DVD labeled 'After' and put it in the player and turn on the TV.

Surprisingly, the first meet to come up is one from college, you recognize the shiny shamrock on your leotard as you run for a vault, your face determined. As it plays you look over to Jake, who is mesmerized.

"That's unbelievable you could do something like that with your body. Hell, most people pull a muscle getting off the couch," he says watching the past you on the TV.

The TV you had landed the vault beautifully, you bow and trot off out of the frame. The next thing to appear is you on the parallel bars. You snuggle into Jake and he wraps his arms around you.

"Babe, not to be blunt, but you seemed really small back then," he asks with a bit of hesitancy in his voice.

"Yeah, I was about 15 pounds lighter than I am now. There was immense pressure to keep your weight down, I'm lucky I didn't come out with an eating disorder. I didn't really have tits or an ass till you went to grad school and stopped working out four hours a day, basically."

"Really, you are a tiny little thing right now and in incredible shape. You don't even weigh enough to give blood. I didn't realize how intense some of the training was and how that would have affected you growing up. It makes it even more amazing that you're a well adjusted human being after all that."

"Yeah, it took some therapy and mostly just getting away from my parents and living the life I wanted."

Jake looks down at you where you have your head on his chest.

"And that life led to us, so I'm incredibly grateful for that. Plus, I do have to tell you how much I appreciate your tits and ass among other things," he says leaning down to kiss me.

You let out a little laugh,

"You are a very good man, Jake Seresin."

Your storm of your emotions has wound down and you are filled with the need to have Jake surround you with his love in every way possible.

Pausing the TV, you stand up and pull on Jake's hand to get him up off the couch. You take his hand and guide you and Jake to the bedroom.

You guide his head down and kiss him,

"I need you, Jake, I need your love," you whisper into his neck, your voice cracking a little at the end. You see the understanding in his eyes, in what you're asking for. Jake brings his hands up to your cheeks to cradle your head and kisses you so tenderly it brings tears to your eyes that Jake wipes away with his thumbs. He wraps his arms around you and squeezes you into a tight hug.

Lifting you up he gently places you on the bed. He pulls back and undoes your pants and slides them off. Then he works on his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt then his pants letting them all fall on the floor. The bed tips as he kneels down and crawls up to you pulling you into his arms and kissing you. His hand slips under your shirt and rubs the soft skin of your stomach.

You lean up to pull your shirt off and Jake's hands have slipped to your back to undo your bra. Clothing discarded Jake rolls you so that you are on your sides. He pulls your leg on top of his and pulls you close so that you are chest to chest. He brings his hand up to stroke your cheek and looks in your eyes and whispers,

"El, you love you so much. I can't change your past, but know our future together is brighter than any shitty medal ever would have been."

His words overwhelm you and you feel a part of yourself heal, his love so strong and pure. It strikes you that is what love really is, unconditional and beautiful. You can't form the right words, so you desperately kiss him trying to let him know how much you are feeling right now. Small tears slip down your cheeks as you process it all. When you're finally able to talk, all you can say is, your voice a little thick,

"Jake, you need you, need you right now."

He understands and slides down to slip off your underwear and his. Sitting up he gently pulls your arms for him to straddle his lap.

You sit in his lap and enjoy the feeling of strength and protection that envelop you as Jake wraps his strong arms around you. Your head is tucked into his neck and he smooths his hands over the expanse of your back and you for the same. The position places your core over his rapidly hardening cock and you start slowly running your heat over him, your quickly forming slick wetting him. Everything you've ever wanted is here at this moment, and is Jake. You reach behind yourself and guide him into you. You both moan at the contact and connection. You savor the initial stretch, the initial joining, your breathing starting to speed up and your foreheads together.

Rolling your hips Jake's breath catches and a low groan bubbles up from his chest. His hands slide down to your hips and join the gentle pace you have set. The room is filled with soft moans and heavy breathing. Your hips are suddenly lifted by Jake's strong hands and you are moving farther up and down his cock. You engage your legs to help speed up the pace. A stab of pleasure shoots through you. Jake has moved one of his hands to your clit and is drawing circles around it in time with your pace.

There is so much emotion running through you right now; you feel raw, vulnerable, and most of all safe. That thought combined with your now almost frantic pace and Jake's efforts on your clit brings your orgasm hurtling towards you. The intensity overwhelms you and tears pinprick at the edges of your eyes as you cling to Jake as the waves wash over you. Jake's breathing has stuttered and he spills into you reaching his high. Wrapping his arms around you, he murmurs words of praise as your breathing slows,

"My El, so strong, so amazing."

You let them wash over you along with a warm feeling of comfort. Jake gently lays you down. You are so exhausted, emotionally, physically, and sexually and you quickly slip into a light sleep.

You wake a little while later, a little disoriented, not used to taking a nap this late in the day. Jake is cooking something, the smells luring you out of bed. Throwing on one of Jake's t-shirts and some underwear you walk out to the kitchen to find Jake putting some bowls of food on the table. He is wearing a pair of gray sweats and, of course, a faded Navy t-shirt. He turns and gives you a bright smile and says,

"I was just about to wake you, figured you needed the rest."

Stepping up to Jake you wraps your arms around his waist, nuzzling your face into the soft fabric of his shirt on his chest.

"I did, definitely helped me recharge a bit. What's for dinner?"

"Whipped up a quick stir fry," he answers. You break the embrace and lead him to the table sitting down to eat. He is looking at you trying to read your face to see where you're at emotionally. You take a bite, chew and swallow it savoring the umami and other delicious flavors. He continues to watch your face closely, you help him out and say,

"First, this is really good. I like the sauce," you reach out and take his free hand,

"Second, I want to really thank you for being here today, for that emotional landmine. I know if it was just me, I don't know how I would have dealt with it. Probably would have angrily drank too much wine and then put all that emotion into a box and not dealt with it."

He snorts,

"So you would have worked through it in a totally healthy way."

"Yeah, but having you here to share it and do something about it, even if it was just a mostly symbolic act, it was a million times better. Thank you."

He gentle shakes his head,

"El, that's just one benefit you bring to our relationship, besides keeping you knee deep in orgasms." You give him a well earned laugh.

"I'm here to share your burdens and support you, that's what love is. I think it was more than a symbolic act, your mom said 'important stuff'. Those medals and trophies were important to her, not you. They were just bits of metal that brought you back to bad memories. Getting rid of them shows you've moved past that. All the good that gymnastics brought you, your degree, your crazy capable body, and your own joy when you did it for yourself, that's what you get to take with you, not trinkets that supposedly made your parents proud."

"Jake, stop, I'm going to start crying into your stir fry," you squeak out through a few tears. Wiping them away and you squeeze Jake's hand.

"I want you to know this goes both ways, I'm here to support you too, babe. You and you are a team," you say as you point to both of you.

"I don't want you to pull some stoic soldier shit when life hands you a problem. I will always be here for you."

"It's a deal, El. It's a deal."

Chapter 7

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skullsfigurepage · 11 months

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Trafalgar Law - Banpresto Maximatic Figure

Note: I won this figure in a claw machine and it fueled my ego so much before I kept losing at every other claw machine I played. Stay humble.

Review and more photos under the cut :-p

If you follow my main account (@skullc0r3) you might know that Law is one of my favorite one piece characters so walking into an arcade and seeing Several boxes of this figure stacked in a claw machine felt like crazy luck even before I won. I'm so used to all the merchandise for things I'm into being rare or super expensive (persona 5 scalpers I hate you more than I can say) so getting into OP has been interesting because of the sheer volume of merchandise for it that's below $50.

Onto the figure!

For starters this is the first time I have ever seen a figure with such an obvious front and back to the sculpture. In this case it's because the back has significantly less painted details. In the last photo above you can see on his leg closest to the camera the back of his pants and the front have different shadow qualities. This isn't because my lamp was strong enough to cast such harsh shadows, its because the front of his pants (and the front of the rest of the figure) has painted on shading while the back does not. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, most people wouldn't notice or care since they were only ever going to display it from the front, but the box did hype up all the detailed painting that would be on the figure. In their defense though, I understand why this would be necessary from a production standpoint. My biggest gripe with this (still fairly small) is that on his back hand, Law doesn't have his signature (stupid) knuckle tattoos.

Here's his forward hand. The tattoos are all printed on and thank god for that because I can't imagine how miserable it would have been to force someone to hand paint them.

And then here's his back hand. I wonder if the issue was a matter of the tattoos being harder to place in this position, or at least to do it efficiently enough that it would be worth it. Again, not something that impacts the actual quality of the figure but I find it a fascinating insight into the production.

That being said the paint job on the front is super neat, it really does add so much depth to the figure (especially on the yellow and blue parts of the figure; it makes it look less like cheap plastic, lol) and I really enjoy it.

Next, the scale of this figure. I didn't realize when I won it, but this thing is huge. I can hold him like a small carp (and I have). He's huge. I'm guessing here, because I don't feel like finding a ruler right now but I'd say he's probably 10" tall? including the stand, which makes him one of the biggest figures I own. It also means the scale of the sword is perfect for just kind of, pointing at tiny stuff with. Which I have done. I have fun.

I think the figure's pose is super fun. It's dynamic and getting photos of him with a wide-lens is really fun. The actual sculpting details on the clothes and arms in particular are so fascinating to me, they're incredibly well done in my opinion. The composition is good too, the lines create a few triangles which really helps balance the figure.

(had to fudge it a bit here to show the triangle with his hands and head since one hand is hidden in this shot, oops)

The only issue I've had with the figure is it's kind of wobbly. I've fixed this by either putting his lower foot against a "wall" or putting something under it. It's not really a big deal if you don't disturb the figure too much.

From looking around online this figure is around 30$ including shipping (and that is a higher estimate), so as far as figures go this is pretty affordable and imo it's worth it (so long as you have enough display space).

Final Thoughts: I love this freak figure. It's fun, its got great details, it fueled my ego for a week, it has a pole going up the ass of the figure, what's not to love.

Thanks for reading!

#one piece #anime figure #trafalgar law #one piece figure #figure review #figures

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kwillow · 1 year

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Answering Some Asks!

Forever ago, I said I'd try to answer more of the asks I get with text, so I don't have them sitting around for years on end. Then I didn't do that. Well... gonna try to do a few now!

Character Stuff

Probably not, since it's solid all the way through, so there's no space for the air to vibrate and make cool sounds. It'd be like flicking a column of glass or gemstone, probably just make some tapping or "thnk" noises and that's it. Alas!

Beggars can't be choosey.

But more seriously, probably words of affirmation/compliments or quality time. Though he doesn't believe compliments often even if he wants them - he's more apt to believe he's just being mocked or manipulated unless he already trusts someone (and even then, he has his doubts).

I talked a bit about this in the tags of this drawing, though I can elaborate in a bigger font size as well, haha.

As his story stands now, he has exclusively pursued women as partners. I tend to think of him as straight.

That said, I'm not opposed to his hetero being flexible if, in the future, a story opportunity popped up where he'd need to be curious about a man. (Jack, another character of mine, started off as straight and then slid inexorably to "bisexual, heavy on the girl" so it has happened before, haha.) AND if other people want to write/draw/think of him as straying from straight n' narrow that's obviously fine with me. :P

He's not a royal - he wishes, haha. He is nobility, though! His father his a marquis, which gives him the courtesy title of count (or "comte", using the French variant) until he inherits his father's title (though the Old Kingdoms are destroyed before that ever happens). Tough when he's much older he just assigns himself pope-kingship so I guess that counts as self-appointed royalty.

BUT ANYWAY

Yes he's had crushes, infatuations, love affairs and flings. Too many. Though it's interesting you bring up status - as a lot of his crushes tended to be on people from lower societal positions than he was. His first crush, and one of his longest (and most tumultuous) relationships was with a stablehand's daughter. When he did get infatuated with well-born women, it tended to be women who were already engaged, married or otherwise unavailable for him to marry. He's just got a taste for things he can't have...

It was extremely infuriating for his father.

(Of course, another part of his lack of discrimination between noble and common ladies might be due to him seeing himself as above ALL mortals, so what's the difference between a peasant and a noblewoman, really?)

Non-Character Stuff

Hahaha well I welcome that! Ambroys should be bullied on as many fronts as possible.

Thank you! It's a combination of purposeful research while also ignoring what I research for stuff I think just looks fun. Admittedly, I also am bad at drawing things consistently, so in some ways it's easier for me to just put a character in an entirely new outfit instead of trying to draw an old outfit the same way again, ha. xD

Not to sound like a soccer mom, but I'm a fan of Pinterest for browsing and collecting reference images of outfits that just "feel" like a character, so you have a broad visual library to draw from. You should also pair that with research into how the clothes you want to draw are supposed to fit. For historical outfits, you can get a lot of mileage out of the blogs of historical fanatics who enjoy eviscerating movie costumes from their period of interest. For modern day clothing, you can look at style blogs and tailoring information to learn how clothes are supposed to fit - and then break those rules if you want (for example, in mens' suits, the pants are not supposed to be bunched around the ankles, but I draw Theo's trousers that way to emphasize that he has unusually short legs).

My secret tip for coming up with lots of outfits for characters while keeping them cohesive is to determine a few things about their fashion sense (using Theo and Ambroys to contrast with each other):

What cuts/kinds of clothing do they wear often? What's their "taste", basically. For example, Ambroys wears tight pants/breeches, ostentatious coats and vests, lace and lots of jewelry. Theo, on the other hand, always wants to wear formal clothes that cover most of his body. From that, you can find other clothes that fit that mold and take inspiration from them, expanding what kinds of clothes they wear while still making it feel like "them".

What color palettes do they tend to wear? Theo wears dark colors and red and purple pretty much exclusively, while Ambroys wears a lot of colors, but only in light shades.

What thematic elements can you incorporate into their outfits as decoration? For Theo, I tend to include blood-drop designs and heraldic symbols like the ermine spot, while Ambroys is associated with flowers (especially roses), eyes and wings. You can add these elements to outfits to add a little extra spice (there are a lot of Ambroys' outfits that are really the same thing, but in one I put daffodils on him and another I put feathers on him, for example).

I hope any of that is helpful!

Thank you so much! I honestly have no clue what I'm doing when it comes to rendering, so I'm glad it's looking okay, heh!

I've heard Gravity Falls is great, but like many shows that I've heard are great, I have never made time to watch it. I know vaguely of Stanley Pines, though.

But thank you so much for saying you like Theo. He's a nasty little guy but he's very near and dear to my heart, and it really touches me that you see complexity and charisma in him. I do aim to make characters that are textured, weird little bastards.

And I don't mind you roleplaying with Theo, I think it's sweet. xP I'm glad he got to enjoy some pizza.

#some of these are over a year old aaaah I'm so sorry #asks #ambroys #theo #since they're talked about #text #i have more but I think this is enough for now haha #thanks everyone for sending asks - even if it takes me forever to answer them they really make my day!

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Retelling the Story

Stede Bonnet x Edward Teach

Written for the 2023 Hurt/Comfort Exchange

Warnings: none really, hurt/comfort with big emphasis on the comfort

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: The hurt/comfort exchange really got me out of my comfort zone in terms of writing for new characters and fandoms! I'd never written for Our Flag Means Death before but I had such a fun time writing this little story! Hope y'all enjoy!

Stede didn’t remember falling asleep. The last thing that he remembered, aside from feeling insanely light-headed and dizzy on top of the exhaustion that had been plaguing him for days, was Ed’s voice. He didn’t remember what the man had been saying, but he remembered how he sounded.

He slowly started to force his eyes open bit by bit, allowing everything to gradually begin to come into focus. He was thankful that there was no harsh sunlight beaming directly into his eyes. It also wasn’t too dark, either. He wasn’t trading in one form of pitch black for another. It felt like just enough.

The lighting was the only thing that felt at all comfortable. His body was still riddled with aches, his brain pounding away inside his skull. He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep for, but it clearly hadn’t been enough to put any real dent in the exhaustion he’d been feeling. It was unfortunate, really.

Finally reaching the point where he could register things outside of himself, he could hear someone rustling around inside his room. He heard the sound of fabric shuffling, the dull, split-second sound of someone’s boots touching the floor. His eyes hadn’t focused enough yet to try and make out who it was, and that that point it could’ve been anyone in his crew.

Then he heard the humming, and he knew that it could only be one person.

“Ed?” he rasped out. His face instantly contorted when he heard the sound of his own voice, knowing that he didn’t sound at all like himself. There was nothing that he could do about it now, though.

The humming paused for a moment. Stede blinked his eyes a few times, hard and slow with the sole intention to bring the rest of the world out of the fuzzy aura it was existing in for him. Once he could see everything again, the first thing he saw was Ed perched in the chair that he’d pulled up alongside Stede’s bed.

Ed was leaning back in the chair, dressed in clothes that Stede knew for a fact the man had stolen from his closet. He didn’t mind, of course. It brought a bit of a smile to his face in spite of how tired he was feeling. Ed had one leg propped against the other, the ankle of one leg draped against the knee of the other. He had a book in his lap, perched open in the space his bent leg created.

Despite the open book in his lap, Ed’s eyes were focused solely on Stede. One hand kept the book pages from turning themselves, the other was toying with the ends of his beard. Anything to keep his hands busy and fighting the urge to toy with Stede’s hair, stroke the side of his face. It’d been awfully tempting while Stede was still asleep, when he knew that the man wouldn’t mind it too much. Just a fleeting caress, something that could prove to be comforting for the both of them.

Stede tried to clear his throat as best he could as he repeated the singular word he’d said before, “Ed?”

It was only then that Ed realized how long he’d been sitting there just silently staring at the man in front of him. He looked nearly as dazed as Stede did only he didn’t have the cover of illness. He sniffed, nose twitching as he tried to gather himself and his thoughts.

“Thought we might’ve lost you there for a minute,” he finally replied, trying to sound nonchalant and not even fooling himself.

“Ah,” Stede made a lame attempt to wave his hand dismissively, “you know it’s not going to be nearly that easy to get rid of me. It’s going to,” he coughed, “going to take a bit more than…whatever this is.”

Ed’s lips started to twitch into a smile, noticeable even with his thick beard and mustache. “I can see that.”

Stede tried to prop himself upright, at least somewhat. He would’ve settled for being able to rest his weight on his elbows, lifting his torso just a bit off the bed. It was futile, though, each attempt just resulting in him collapsing back against the mattress and pillows beneath him.

Resigning himself to his completely horizontal position, he turned his head to look over at Ed. “How long have you been sitting there?”

He shrugged. “Since I heard you asking for me.”

Stede coughed in shock. He wasn’t sure what was more surprising to him, the fact that he had apparently been asking for Ed, or the fact that Ed had not only showed up, but that he’d stayed. Stede tried to clear his throat again, not that it did him any good.

“When…when was…could you tell me when I started doing that, per chance?” Stede asked, feeling more embarrassed than he would ever admit to.

Ed shrugged, drumming his fingers against the page he had opened the book to. “Two days ago, maybe? Yea,” he nodded, “two days. That sounds about right.”

“Two days?!” Stede exclaimed, instantly sending himself into a coughing fit. “You’ve been sitting there for two days?”

Ed tilted his head slightly. “You asked for me. Least I could do was be here when you woke up.”

“I can’t believe you’ve been sitting there for two days.”

“Wasn’t just sitting here, was I?” He gestured around the room. “I poked around, rearranged some of your trinkets.” He pointed to the windows, the ones that currently had the curtains drawn. “Bird-watched.”

Stede nodded towards the book in the man’s lap. “Made use of my library, did you?”

He shook his head. “Grabbed this for when you finally came about. Was starting to doubt I’d get the chance to open it.”

Stede hummed quietly in amusement. “Lucky you then, I suppose.”

“Lucky me?” Ed said, shock apparent in his voice. He shook his head. “No, no. Lucky you. Because you get to listen to my retelling of one of your favorite stories.”

Surprise crossed Stede’s tired face before he could even think to try and subdue it. “Really? You’re going to read that to me?”

“You surprised that I want to? Or that I can?” there was the slightest twinge of hurt lingering at the back of his words.

Even in his sick and tired daze, Stede picked up on it. He tried to recover. “Didn’t think that the classics were quite your thing, is all.”

Ed let slip a small smirk. “That’s why it’s a retelling, mate.”

Stede chuckled softly, the first time he was able to do anything of the sort without descending into a fit of coughs. Rolling onto his side so it was easier to look at Ed, he readjusted his blanket so that it was tucked up right underneath his chin.

“Retell it, then,” he said with a smile. Suddenly the tiredness wasn’t so bad, the heavy limbs keeping him bed-bound not seeming like such a bad thing in the moment. At least now he got to lay here and stare at the man sitting in front of him, listen to whatever a dramatic retelling by Edward Teach really had in store.

Ed could feel Stede watching him, and could also feel the warmth spreading across his own face. He tried not to let it show, instead dramatically licking the tips of his fingers before turning the page and smoothing it out.

“Now,” he said dramatically, “as I was trying to say…”

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