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slytherizz · 10 months

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Everything, with you - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC/Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ | Breeding Kink | Size Kink | explicit sexual content | Dad!Seb

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Summary:

"Watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

“Having another one?”

A/N This works as a stand-alone but if you happened to have read either of my long fics this would sit either after the epilogue of 'Whatever it Takes' or in between the final chapter and the epilogue of 'In the Shadow of Us' (but I omitted the Azkaban references so it works for both). I have literally nothing to say for myself for this one other than...

For the thicc Seb girlies 💕

Dark curly hair tickled the underside of Sebastian's chin as he adjusted his son nestled in his lap. Book resting against his knee which was bent at an awkward and rather uncomfortable angle where he'd managed to cram himself onto Sam's little bed. Sebastian’s neck ached and his left leg was almost completely dead. Not that he minded. He knew his youngest would outgrow this one day, and would no longer need his father to read him fairytales. So Sebastian succumbed easily to Sam’s pleading and let himself be the dutiful mountain against which his son could rest.

"Now, this word’s a little tricky, so take your time with it,” Sebastian tapped his finger on the page. "What does this say?"

"I'm not sure." Sam frowned. He traced his pudgy finger over the unfamiliar word and along the bright plume of fiery feathers printed in rich shades of red and gold on the page. The enchanted bird ruffled its wings as it clicked its beak attempting to nip at Sam's fingers. Each time the bird squawked soundlessly as he stroked its plumage Sam giggled with delight.

"Sound it out. You see right here? The 'Ph' makes an ‘f’ sound.”

"Like ‘t’ and ‘h’ make a 'the' sound?"

“Exactly right. Two letters. One sound,” Sebastian said, ruffling his boy's hair proudly.

Alice, his eldest had always had an uncanny ability to memorise words. Could recall the contents of practically every book he'd ever given her once she’d devoured it. She'd taken great pride in unnerving her primary school teacher by listing every ingredient in ‘A draft of living death’. Which may have seemed like a feat within itself…until she’d insisted on doing it backwards.

His unique form of parenting had been called into question more than once by her teachers but who was he to tell his daughter that ‘most potent potions’ was not appropriate bedtime reading? Restricting her inquisitive mind would be a far greater sin.

Sam's little mind on the other hand worked like a tinker. Slower it may seem than his sister as he pieced together meaning. But that wasn’t nearly the case. Simply because he liked to fiddle with things more than his sister. Take a word apart and rearrange it before dismantling it again entirely. He picked apart the rules as he learnt them. All whilst, humming sagely from time to time like he was some great philosopher and he wasn't in fact, a boy of four who had spent the morning sulking when there was no honey left in the pantry for his toast.

“Try sounding it out," he encouraged.

"Fee-nix?" Sam’s brows furrowed slightly the new word unfamiliar and clunky on his tongue. "Pheonix?"

"That’s it. You’re doing well. Now I know you know the rest of it. Reckon you can read the full sentence?”

"The p-phoenix went up in…smoke?"

"Clever boy!"

Sam turned to look up at Sebastian, puffing out his chest with pride. Sebastian kissed the crown of his head affectionately. Sam burrowed his head into his shirt trying and failing to disguise a yawn against his father's chest.

Snapping the book closed and placing it on his bedside table. Sebastian scooped him up as he shifted off the small bed placing his son snuggly under the quilt constellations in golden thread adorned its edges.

“Right, I think that's enough for tonight. Bedtime for you mister.”

“But I'm not tired,” Sam protested. Rubbing his drooping eyelids which did little to rally his father to his plight. Eyes so like his mother's framed under furrowed dark brows. Stubbornness was an inherited trait and with how pigheaded he and his wife could be Sebastian should have known his children would be no different.

“I'm sure you're not,” Sebastian chuckled. Tucking the blankets tighter around his squirming limbs. “But it's already way past your bedtime. If you settle down I’ll put the stars up - How does that sound?”

Sam grinned, nodding his head eagerly as he buried his head deeper into his pillow. Sebastian pulled out his wand. Sam’s eyes lighting up. Glittering as they always get in his eyes when either of her parents performed even the simplest of charms. With an unnecessarily large flourish, Sebastian extinguished the bedside lantern plunging them into darkness. He whispered his modified charm.

Stars small but dazzling began to twinkle into life one by one across the steepled ceiling painting the cosmos across the wooden beams.

It wasn’t nearly as elaborate as the charm in the Hogwarts great hall that had given Sebastian the inspiration. Not quite a replication of the overcast sky outside, but to Sam’s childlike wonder; his father could conjure the heavens in his bedroom. Pluck the stars from the sky so he could sleep bathed in starlight.

For all his folly into the persuits into the darker sides of magic - there was no spell more powerful than the ones that made his children’s life a little more magical.

“Night, Dad.”

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Undoing the buttons of his shirt Sebastian shucking the material from his shoulders. Wincing as he kneaded at the tight knot that had formed in his neck from too long spent hunched over in his son's small bed. Stretching like a bear ripe from hibernation joints cracking audibly.

His dark brows lifted in alarm as he caught his reflection in the ornate oblong mirror tucked into the corner of their bedroom.

Sebastian had always looked like his father. Same bow to their lips, unruly chestnut hair and soft brown eyes like sodden earth after rain. He could practically divine how his features would change using the brushstrokes of the portrait of his parents that hung proudly on the stairs.

But it was the things that went beyond the superficial that made his parents' old friends stumble on his name and acquaintances double-take in the street as if the dead still walked among them. The determined set of his jaw, the curious glint in his eye. There truly had never been any mistaking exactly who Sebastian’s father was.

But he didn’t just look like his Dad ; he looked like a Dad.

Not that he'd ever been particularly lean . A stockiness to his frame as all Sallow men carried. Violence practically carved into his marrow. Built more for quidditch or boxing, than for scholarly pursuits he'd always been drawn to; but this was getting out of hand.

Sebastian frowned at his reflection. Still strong in the trunk in a way that he never minded, especially not with how it elicited such sinful looks from his wife but he had become notably softer around the middle. What had once been a sparse tuft of hair on his chest he’d taken great pride as a lad, was now thick dark hair trailing down his stomach.

It seemed as unprepared Sebastian had been, stumbling bowlegged and awkwardly into fatherhood, not having nearly enough time with his own to have much to go off; his body had settled far quicker into his new role than he had.

Scratching at the short beard he kept neatly trimmed. Well, for what could pass as neat considering his hair was unruly no matter where it grew. Sebastian twisted and turned, appraising himself from different angles.

When was the last time he'd duelled? Worked up any kind of sweat?

Perhaps he should consider himself lucky he was in the shape he was. Carrying his children upstairs to bed and lugging stacks of heavy stacks of old manuscripts and attifacts charmed against magical interference around the Department of Mysteries hardly counted as exercise. The closest thing anyone would consider vigorous was fucking his wife. But then again holding her small frame against a wall hardly felt like work.

He rotated his joints, and the tendons of muscle in his heavy shoulders flexed under freckled skin. An old puckered scar long faded to white across his shoulder now a mere remnant from his past life. Underneath the soft exterior of the doting father he’d become still lurked the shadow of the hellion youth he’d once been.

Delicate hands slithered around his middle running along the breadth of him stroking at the hair on his chest. Her warm cheek came to rest, nestled between his shoulder blades. Sighing affectionately, her breath tickling his skin. Sebastian leaned into her touch, even after all these years he still felt sparks.

"If you keep scowling your face will get stuck like that,” she chided. Sebastian snorted twisting in her hold to face her. She’d loosened the soft braids she usually wore at her temples so her hair hung loose around her shoulders. She smiled up at him, crooked and his heart stuttered in an unsteady rhythm.

“Alice, go down without any fuss?”

“Has she ever?” She quirked an eyebrow at him far more amused by their daughters' antics than cross. “Caught her trying to get into your study after I put her to bed - again. Luckily she isn’t half as stealthy as she is mischievous.”

Sebastian grinned at her, arching his eyebrows. “She gets that from you.”

“I think Scribner would have disagreed.” She said rolling her eyes. “But something tells me it's not Alice's nocturnal antics causing that face. Tell me what's wrong my love?"

Placing a warm hand against his cheek fingers combing through the hair on his chin. He shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her gaze. Failing to suppress the heat he could feel rising in his cheeks most likely staining the tops of his ears.

"Nothing, Pet. I’m uh-” he hesitated, wincing slightly. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed. And is she hadn't, he was reluctant to point it out. Lest it change the way she looked at him. She was still as radiant the first time he'd laid eyes on her but Sebastian was a far cry from the roguish boy who'd made her heart race.

He leaned heavily into her hand resting against his chin. Letting the tenderness of her touch and softness of her gaze quell the unease. “Just carrying a bit more timber than I'm used to. I hadn’t noticed how much the years had caught up to me. After two kids and all."

"You’ll always be the same stubborn and reckless boy to me," she wrapped her arms around him tighter. It was only a chaste peck but an inexplicable blush darkened her cheeks as she nibbled on the inside of her cheek contemplatively. Her hands grazed along Sebastian’s freckled shoulders, through the sparse hair on his chest nails scratching softly. "But I must admit…I rather like you like this. Broad. Manly.”

" Oh - Do you now?" he smirked. Admiring the flush that had stained her cheeks at her admission.

Seeming to take an unnatural amount of interest in the pattern of their curtains she averted her eyes blushing deeply. "Yes. I do. And don't let it go to your big head.”

Far too late for that. After all these years she should really have known better. His chest already swelling with pride a smug smile pulling at the corner of his freckled cheeks.

Tugging at the sleeve of her pale blue dress. The cotton slipped away to expose more of her skin. Sebastian snaked his hand around her waist to settle on the small of her back. Ducking his head to pepper kisses along the dip of her shoulder.

The faint smell of mallowsweet that always clung to her hair far sweeter than any perfume; a herb balm that had soothed and tamed his stubborn heart. Heat rose where he'd exposed her as Sebastian's mouth worked its way down her neck towards her clavicle. Her fingers pressed a little harder into his flesh feeling the tight coils of muscle that still lurked underneath.

Despite Sebastian's intention of letting his wife thoroughly enjoy the body, she found so desirable. She seemed distracted. Her breathing hitched a little as he grazed his teeth over her delicate throat. Sucking in just a way that would usually drive all the thoughts from her pretty head - that was not the case tonight.

“Besides - it's not like I look the same as I did before Alice and Sam.”

"Mmm, but watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

She trailed off. Mouth opened and closed lamely as she searched for the words her eyebrows furrowed.

“Having another one?”

The high-pitched and uncharacteristically nervous noise of agreement she emitted made Sebastian pause his efforts to adorn her shoulder with dark love bites which were now blooming like wild grapes.

It was rare to see his wife nervous. Even rarer still for her mind to be elsewhere when it came to their marital relations. But he could understand her trepidation; it wasn’t as if either of their children had exactly been planned.

Before either of them were born he often wondered if they should have been parents. Not a single guardian between them to cobble together any semblance of what a parent should be. A trail of lost souls he'd not been able to protect.

Hazy memories of love weren't exactly a blueprint for success.

So Sebastian packed those feelings away even before he'd let them fully bubble to the surface. Resigned perhaps to the fact that although she may have fallen in love with the rough-edged boy he’d been; she'd still bore witness to the worst of him. A dark unsightly stain on his soul he kept cloistered away but they both knew would never leave him. Or her.

And why would either of them want to burden a child with him as their father; or her with his last name? It did not do to dwell on something Sebastian never thought he’d be able to have.

Then one day their world shifted and as willfully unprepared as they’d been for it; so did they.

Alice bloomed in the cracks of space in their lives they hadn’t known something had been missing. But perhaps had always left vacant and wanting for her.

Sam, followed so shortly after. Alice - barely a year old when they’d realised three would quickly become four.

By then, Sebastian had put to rest that gnawing anxiety that told him perhaps they should have never been parents. Fatherhood suited him. Soothed an old ache that had been throbbing since the passing of his own and now he wore it like a familiar coat.

He allowed himself to bask in the elation of their growing family; in a way, he’d not been able to with Alice. Not only taking pride in his wife, who practically glowed more beautiful than he’d ever seen her; but pleasure in watching her stomach swell once again with his child.

So much in fact, he lamented over the missed opportunity for what it would be like to take her with the sole intention of filling her with life. Could practically taste it every time he felt her unravelling on his cock. Dragged his feet at the apothecary when she asked him to purchase extra dandelion root for her monthly brew in the years that followed.

Already Sebastian could feel his blood rushing south at the thought. Inhaling sharply, calming his heart which was now thumping hard against his sternum as that familiar desire pooled.

“I love our family. Alice and Sam, are plenty troublesome and we have our hands full as it is,” he began carefully.

Sebastian cupped her chin, shifting her soft gaze to his. The smile he wore, genuine if a little weak. What he said was true. Sebastian did not wish to burden her with making such a decision simply to satisfy his elicit fantasies. He would not begrudge her if she didn’t want another child after she’d given him so much - more than he’d ever let himself hope for.

But she visibly deflated with his words. “Oh…so you wouldn't want another one?”

“No! I mean- not ‘ no’ . Merlin, it’s quite the opposite. In fact, I think I’ll always want more ,” Sebastian spluttered. Tongue tied and feeling the opportunity slipping through his fingers Sebastian took a breath to right himself. “Neither of us has much in the way of family outside of the one we made for ourselves - each child you give me is the greatest blessing I never thought I’d have. I’d love nothing more than to grow the family that we created.”

“I just want to know you're sure. You don't have to just because I want one.”

“There is nothing within my power that I would not give you. But, trust me love there are other reasons it appeals to me.”

“Oh?”

Hands glided down her spine grabbing the soft curve of her backside. Her eyes widened as he pulled her flush against his body where she could feel the growing bulge press against her stomach. Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, Sebastian ducked his head to nip gently at her earlobe before he whispered.

“Getting to fuck you purely with the intention of filling you with my seed. Watching you swell with another of my children. Breeding you. ” His voice, a low rumble reverberating from deep in his chest. Domineering. Predatory. Every point his body was pressed against hers felt like a fire that ignited a desire that lay dormant inside him. Desperate to claw its way out. Claim her as his - again . "Wearing the evidence under those pretty dresses of yours for everyone to see. So they know exactly what you let me do to you. Who you belong to.”

A visible shiver ran down her spine. Goosebumps prickling across her skin at the filth of his words. Feeling pressed hard against her stomach exactly how much the idea appealed to him.

“Sebastian-”

“Tell me you want it and it’s yours,” he murmured huskily against her neck. Nipping at that spot below her jaw he knew made her knees buckle.

His little witch had never been the obedient sort, as wild and stubborn as a poorly bottled lightning. But after all these years together - Sebastian knew exactly which buttons to push. How to make her laugh so hard her cheeks ached from smiling; a sound so perfect it washed his worries away like a tide. The ones that made rage; burn so fiercely he was reminded she was barely a witch at all but a dragon merely playing at domesticity.

Most favourably to Sebastian were the ones that turned every rational coherent thought in her head into a blinding fog of lust.

He trailed kisses across her skin, her pulse quickening under the tender brush of his lips. An eager whine slipped from her throat. Hips pushing against his in search of friction to soothe the heat pooling in her abdomen.

“Yes- fuck. Please, I want that. Another baby. Your baby.”

The choked sound that clawed its way out of Sebastian’s throat sounded far from anything human. Somewhere between a groan and a growl.

Wasting not a second longer he grasped her hips lifting her swiftly as if she weighed nothing at all. Thighs wrapped tightly around his hips as she moulded into him. Heat radiated from her core barely concealed behind the thin fabric of her undergarment.

Fingers tangling in his hair, she pulled his lips forcefully to hers. Kissing him greedily. Tongue delved between his parted lips as if he were the air she breathed.

From the way she ground her hips insistently, his wife cared little if it drove him to distraction; she knew there was no way Sebastian would let her fall.

Carrying her over to the bed to practically launch her down onto the mattress. Hooded eyes, devoured every inch of her husband standing above her. Her dress dishevelled had ridden up to expose the tops of her thighs which squeezed together in anticipation. Sebastian palmed his hard length through biting hard on his lip to stifle a moan.

Her nimble fingers came quickly to fumble with the buttons of her dress. Sebastian batted her hand away with a grunt to tear into them himself. His mouth trailed kisses further down her body with every inch he exposed.

Stopping as in his journey towards her core to pay particular attention to the soft curve of her belly. She whined under every press of his lips against her stomach squirming impatiently under Sebastian with the need for him to fill the womb he worshipped so reverently.

Sebastian pulled her hips sharply towards the edge of their bed dropping to his knees between her spread legs. Folds already glistening with unrestrained desire. Sebastian ran the tip of his nose through the sparse hairs. The heat of his breath teased against her growing slick. Shivering with anticipation her hips bucked craving - no, needing Sebastian to provide relief to the ache between her legs.

“Sebastian - please,” she whined.

“Impatient,” he scolded. Despite his own clothed erection strained against his trousers twitching desperate to be buried inside his wife’s impossibly tight core. But to Sebastian there no more perfect sight than her laid out before him. Bare, flushed and eyes darkened with desire. A nymph from some Greek tragedy he hadn’t tamed; rather merely a disciple come to worship at her altar. “Such a good girl. Already so wet for me.”

Her fingers tangled harshly in his hair hips bucking as Sebastian at last ended her torment. Licking a broad stripe with the flat of his tongue across her weeping entrance. Her head fell back in a broken whine finally relieving her from her torture. Sebastian released a groan of his own against her folds, lapping more needly at the growing slick. Savouring every drop she offered him. A man lost in a desert and her his bountiful oasis.

He knew her body better than he knew his own. Chasing her keening mewls a wordless plea for more, pleasure only he could offer her as he flicked and curled his tongue against the hooded bundle of nerves. Releasing his grip on her hip to slide his fingers into her tight heat. Savouring how her fluttering walls gripped him as he worked her open with every pump and curl of his fingers.

Her back arched, legs shaking the cool satin sheets scrunched in her fists as she writhed in ecstasy. Clinging desperately to them a last bastion of as she teetered on the edge of oblivion.

He chanced a glance up at her, mouth still servicing her fervently. Their eyes locked her voice caught on a silent plea for release. Sebastian sucked. Devouring her quivering clit and she broke.

Screaming curses and praise to forgotten deities her body jerking to grind frantically against his tongue. Sebastian’s hips rutted forward into nothingness as her body clenching around his fingers as he brought her to climax. His own need growing almost unbearable as he felt her dissolved into pleasure needing to feel that pulsing release around his cock not just his fingers.

His patience was now paper thin, he needed to be inside of her and from the way her fingers tugged at his chestnut hair impatiently as her orgasm ebbed - she seemed to agree.

Bed springs creaked as he crawled onto the bed beside her. He slid his hands along the dip of her waist gripping her soft flesh to flip her onto her stomach.

She peering back at him from over her shoulder. Her lips were swollen, her hair in a wild tangle but her eyes burning into him as if she could set him alight - daring him to take her as she arched her hips up and back towards Sebastian.

Gripping her side he bared down on her. Large body resting heavily against her back she curled up into him sighing contentedly at the feeling of his weight resting against her.

How many wizards had coveted her affection since their school days? Cursed the very ground Sebastian walked on because since the day she’d become his. His cock achingly hard grinding against her arse at the mere thought of her wearing the reminder to them all exactly who she belonged to under her dress.

He scrambled with the buttons on his breeches before pulling them off entirely cock springing free arching proudly and achingly hard. Slit glistening in anticipation that coil inside of him already tightly wound at the mere thought of filling her.

"Going to fuck even more of my kids into you," he purred low in her ear as he settled himself between her legs dragging the head of his cock through her spit-slicked folds. Their nerves practically vibrating with carnal anticipation.

She cried out, broken and rasping as Sebastian finally pressed into her with a strong deliberate thrust. Stretching her open inch by inch groaning low, his head falling against her back when he buried himself inside her to the hilt. The sheen of sweat coating her back salty on his tongue as he mouthed brainlessly at her bare flesh.

“Fuck,” she hissed as Sebastian began to cant his hips in deep maddening strokes. He hadn't expected such a lustful fog to overcome him. Like some primitive part of his brain had overcome him and now he was entirely consumed with the thought of her. Filling her with seed.

His eyes flicked up catching their reflection in the mirror. Sebastian groaned her name as he watched himself pounding into her relentlessly. Tiny body nestled under his own her spine curved in pleasure but her face was buried in the sheets. Stifling the delicious sounds of ecstasy she only made for him into the mattress.

Sebastian grunted in annoyance. Snapping his hips harder she only seemed to bit down harder on the sheets.

He didn’t just want her to feel him filling her with life; he wanted her to bear witness to it.

Tucking his arm around her waist he hauled her up flush against his body. Her yelp of surprise dissolving into a moan as the new angle had her sinking deeper onto his cock. Her back pressed against his chest she rolled her hips, eyelashes fluttering as his crown teased against her sweet spot. Sebastian curled a possessive hand around her throat to keep her upright. The other kneaded her breast, rolling the pert peak between his fingertips.

Despite the utterly filthy position in which he took her. Sebastian’s hands were gentle, large arms cradling her body. He whispered sweet reverent praise and encouragement into her ear with every roll of her as she sought her pleasure.

“Look at you,” he whispered. Pressing a kiss to her temple coaxing her to look and witness how fucking perfect she was. Her eyes cracked open, gaze settling on the mirror in the corner of the room. Sebastian's reflection grinned at her. She blushed deeply at the sight but she made no move to cover herself. Eyes devouring the sight of her bare, legs spread wide and impaled on Sebastian's cock.

“Fucking look at you.” He punctuated the statement with a sharp buck of his hips into her cunt.

She whined desperately with every deep maddening thrust. She leaned back further into his embrace, head tipped back in a wanton moan but she didn't tear her eyes away. As if wishing to burn this moment into her mind. Cunt fluttering greedily around his cock, coaxing more slick onto his shaft.

“Fuck- you're taking me so well. Do you- fuck. Feel how deep I am inside you?” Sebastian groaned at the slight swell of her stomach. He released her breast hand ghosting down the planes of her stomach. “I can feel you clenching around me - fuck . Feel where I'm going to fill you. Where you'll grow our child.”

He barely recognised the cadence of his voice, low gravelly more akin to a growl than anything human. He pressed a little harder onto her stomach. Feeling the head of his cock against his palm, he groaned. Forehead fell against the crook of her neck pumping into his palm as he ground into her with deep thrusts. Gently teasing his thumb over the blunt head through her soft stomach.

She whined readily, shivering with pleasure sinking deeper onto his cock with every needy roll of her hips. Blood pounding in his ears Sebastian could feel the pressure mounting. He released his hold on her throat, taking hold of her hips so hard he knew even if his seed did not take her skin would still wear the marks for days.

Leaning back so she could rest against him, his toes curling in the sheets as he found purchase to thrust into her frantic. Her arm wrapped around his neck keening and whimpering with every strong thrust.

“Please Seb- fuck. I need,” she rasped. Too deliriously close to the edge to tell him what she needed. What they both craved so desperately.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he grunted. Peppering kisses behind her ear, along the curve of her jaw. “Do you want me to come deep inside you? Breed you? Make you mine again?”

“Yes. Gods. Yes!”

“Tell- tell me,” he grunted. Clutching her hips to pound up into her brutally. The coil inside of him tightened, feeling his release rushing in. Visions narrowing and cock twitching eagerly. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I-I want your seed. Your baby. You. Please, Seb- fuck,” she cried out.

Deft fingers found her clit. Still so sensitive from how he’d already made her quake. Sebastian circled the swollen nub and her head tipped back in a husky moan. Grinding her hips against him, Glistening with a thin sheen of sweat everywhere their bodies were intertwined.

“You're going to look so perfect. So bloody beautiful carrying our child. My child.”

She gasped as that familiar feeling pooled in her core. “Fuck- Seb please. I'm close.”

“Fuck I can feel you. So tight - around my cock. Let go for me, my love. And I will ah - for you,” Sebastian groaned into the shell of her ear.

Despite his vision blurring as Sebastian teetered so close to the edge of nirvana, he couldn't tear his eyes from their reflection. He doubted there was a more mesmerising and all-consuming sight than watching her come completely undone. Head tipped back all words stolen by how expertly he fucked her so a tune to her body. Beads of sweat clung to every curve and dip on her.

Shimmering. Beautiful. His .

Teasing faster circles over her still-swollen clit. Bucking into her hard and faster. Biting down on his lip so hard he tasted the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as he desperately held back his release. A final uneven snap of his hips burying his cock deep inside her climax broke.

She cried out suddenly; a clap of thunder announcing a storm. Like the heavens split apart and she submitted to drown in the waves of her pleasure. Nails clawing against his shoulder. Cunt tightened and spasmed as she sucked him in impossibly deeper as Sebastian followed her. Pulling her hips down as her came hard.

Her name and filthy praise erupted from his lips in a sound he could only liken to a primal whine. Spilling his seed hot and purposeful into the deepest part of her channel. Grinding against her arse, Sebastian milked every last drop from his pulsing cock.

Willing it to take root.

Her body slumped against him boneless but every nerve alight and still shivering from the last throws of pleasure as her orgasm ebbed. Rasping in broken pants as she tried to recapture her stolen breath.

He kissed her cheek, tender, lovingly and with as much gentleness as Sebastian could muster with how he practically rattled with how hard his heart was hammering against his ribs; he shifted strong arms guiding her onto her side. Cock still sheathed inside of her. Unwilling to remove himself from her his mind still overcome and entirely consumed with the need to fill her with life.

Sebastian pushed his release deeper inside her with shallow thrusts. She whimpered hips bucking away from the overstimulation of the motion. He peppered soft apologetic kisses across the small bruises beginning to bloom around her throat wrapping his arms around her and cradling her body to him tighter. But Sebastian held firm. Hand pressing against her stomach a silent prayer. Willing his seed to take.

"I love you. You're going to look so beautiful. Full of my baby," he cooed, with a languid roll of his hips. Tucking her a sweaty lock of tangled hair behind her ear. She sighed, angling her face to meet his gaze. Dishevelled. Swollen lipped. Beautiful. Her soft crooked and familiar yet it still takes his breath away.

He'd once thought the greatest thing he could do was burn the world for her. But now he knew - It was to build one.

A life. A legacy. One that they forged and fought for together. Everything, as long as it was with her.

Despite his efforts to keep her full of him, he could already feel it leaking out around his shaft, hot and slick, coating her thighs. The crown of his cock dragged over her sweet spot before pushing his further in. “In fact - why stop at one this time? Twins do run in my family.”

“I don't think that's how it works-” she stuttered. But her core clenched greedily around his cock. Still stiff and firmly inside of her, it twitched with approval.

“Care to test the theory?”

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teapartyprincess4two · 5 months

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Omgg can u do some matt x actress!reader hc?? Love you xx

Actress- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Actress!reader x Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW head cannons

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship, slight cursing

summary: head cannons of Matt with an actress girlfriend!

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☆SFW

Matt thought he knew everything there was to know about fame; the screaming fans, the off guard photos, and the rumors. When he started dating you, though, he was shocked at the intensity of your life.

☆ Every time you’re out in public, you get recognized by a fan or paparazzi, without fail.

☆ You’re waiting in line for your coffee, holding Matt’s hand as you engage in meaningless, light conversation with him.

☆ A loud gasp interrupts you mid sentence, causing you to look in the direction of the noise.

☆ A fan stands there with a hand covering their mouth, eyes blown open in pure shock. “Oh my God! Y/n?! Can I have a picture please?”

☆ You never turn a fan down and soon, when other people realize who you are, it’ll become like a little meet and greet, and Matt becomes the photographer.

☆ When the paparazzi recognizes you, though, you’re not as quick to pose for a picture.

☆ “Matt, don’t look,” you warn, eyes darting between him and the paparazzi snapping pictures of you through the restaurant window.

☆ Matt never listens, he immediately cranes his neck to see what you’re talking about. “I said don’t look!” you squeak, trying to pull his attention back towards you.

☆ “Fuck off,” Matt groans, throwing the paparazzi a middle finger and returning to his meal with you.

☆ Matt is always excited about your newest project, whether you’re playing a main, side, or background character.

☆ You’re getting ready for the premiere of your newest film, Burn It.

☆ “Matt what are you wearing?” you laugh.

☆ “Just supporting my girl,” he replies. He does a small twirl, showing off his outfit. He’s wearing a shirt with the movie poster printed on the front, your face right smack in the middle and the title in bold letters right above it.

☆ “It’s the premiere, you gotta dress up,” you laugh, secretly enjoying the sillyness of it all.

☆ “Fine. But I’m wearing this under my suit,” he replies, exiting the room. After a while, you start hearing the trailer to the movie playing from your room.

☆ He’s equally as supportive of your small roles.

☆ “Hey guys! So Chris, Nick, Y/n, and I are at the movie theater and we’re about to watch Y/n’s new movie The Escape,” Matt says, introducing the theme of their YouTube video.

☆ “Babe, I literally played cashier #3,” you chuckle from behind the camera, holding a big bucket of popcorn.

☆ “I’d watch it if you played a piece of grass,” he replies seriously.

☆ Whenever a new movie of yours releases, you’re usually booked and busy with press tours and interviews.

☆ During these interviews, the initial questions are usually about the movie, but as the interview progresses they become more personal.

☆ “So, Y/n, have you found Mr.Right?” the interviewer asks, fidgeting with the cue cards in front of her.

☆ The question is corny, and you’ve been asked it millions of times before, but you always answer truthfully because you’ve never hidden your relationship status.

☆ “Yup and his name is Matthew Sturniolo,” you reply cheekily, sending the camera a wink. When Matt watches the interview, he feels like a fan who just got a shoutout.

☆ There have been roles that require you to kiss your costars and Matt is never a fan of those.

☆ “Beautiful take!” the director exclaims, clapping his hands loudly in approval. “But let’s get it one more time! Add a little more fire! More passion,” he instructs, snapping his fingers.

☆ Matt joined you on set today, and quite frankly he wishes he didn’t. He hates seeing you kiss another man, even if it is just for show.

☆ Once the director gets the perfect shot, you’re all sent to lunch. “Hi baby,” you hum, walking over to Matt and wrapping your arms around his waist.

☆ You go in for a kiss and he quickly leans in, wanting to claim you in front of everyone.

☆ You are no stranger to rumors and speculations, especially not when a male costar is involved.

☆ “Actress, Y/n trades in her YouTuber for a REAL celebrity,” “Y/n found a new boo?,” “What happened to Matthew Sturniolo and who is the new guy in Y/n’s life?”

☆ Matt can’t stop reading the gossip newsletters and blogs, and even if he knows they’re just rumors he finds himself becoming sad.

☆ “Matt! Where are you?” you shout through the house. You find him on his bed, scrolling relentlessly on his laptop.

☆ “Whatcha doing? Wanna play Mario Kart?” you ask, crawling into bed next to him. Your eyes blow open in shock when you see his screen.

☆ “Matt stop reading that shit!” you exclaim. “I can’t help it,” he groans, running his hands down his face.

☆ You snatch the laptop and drag him out of bed for a night full of Mario Kart and cuddling on the couch.

☆ With a schedule as busy as yours, it can become difficult for you to make time for your personal life.

☆ “I miss you,” Matt whispers through the phone. You’re on a press tour for your newest film and your side of the bed has been empty for 2 months now.

☆ “I miss you too, baby,” you murmur. It hurt to know that you still had another month of this tour left.

☆ “When you come back I’m never letting you go,” his voice is sad, but he knows 3 months isn’t forever.

☆ “I can’t wait,” you giggle, eyes falling on the digital clock across the room. It’s getting late and you have an early interview tomorrow.

☆ “I have to go baby, but I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” Matt’s sad to let you go, it feels like he rarely hears your voice nowadays if it isn’t playing from his TV.

☆ “Okay, beautiful.”

☆ When you’re invited to events or award shows, Matt always joins as your plus one.

☆ “And the nominees are…” the announcer says, listing the names as she reads them from the teleprompter.

☆ Matt squeezes your hand when your name is said, a huge smile spreading across his face.

☆ “The winner for best actress in a leading role is…” the suspense is killing you, but you feel the victory in your soul.

☆ “Y/n!” The entire crowd cheers at the mention of your name and you can’t help but shoot up from your seat in excitement.

☆ “Oh my God, Matt! I won!” You exclaim, pulling him in for a kiss.

☆ You scurry on stage, nervous hands taking your award and preparing for an improvised speech. You end the speech with a special thanks to your friends and family, making sure to specifically thank Matt as you blow him kisses from the stage.

☆ He watches with teary eyes and a huge, dopey smile.

☆NSFW

Matt loves joining you on set and sometimes things can become a little heated between you two.

☆ You hated photo shoots, especially when it involved lingerie and/ or bikinis. Matt, on the other hand, loved photo shoots and he was always quick to join you for them.

☆ “I’m so cold,” you shiver, plopping onto the couch next to Matt. You’re wearing a lingerie set so small that you might as well be naked.

☆ “I know of a few ways to warm you up,” Matt replies, only half joking. He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, earning an excited giggle from you.

☆ “Oh yeah?” you tease, pulling him in for a kiss.

☆ Before you know it, he’s pushed your panties to the side and is fucking you so hard the couch is moving with each thrust.

☆ Although Matt knows your relationship with your male costars is purely professional, he can’t help but become jealous.

☆ “How was work today?” Matt asks, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

☆ “Eh same old same old. We’re stuck on the same scene,” you reply, hoping he won’t ask any further questions.

☆ “Hmm that sucks,” he hums. “What scene is it?”

☆ You gulp nervously, knowing how much Matt is going to hate your answer. “The bathroom sex scene.”

☆ You feel his body stiffen immediately. “It’s just because the set is small and the angles are awkward,” you continue.

☆ “Mhm,” is all he says.

☆ Later, when you’re getting ready for bed and doing your nighttime routine, he pins you against the bathroom counter and fucks you dumb.

☆ “This pussy is mine,” he grunts into your ear, earning a whimper from you.

☆ When you’ve been gone for long press tours, he becomes needy and you two have to resort to phone sex.

☆ “I miss you, baby,” he murmurs. “I miss you too, so much,” you reply.

☆ “No, like, I miss you,” he reiterates, allowing his hand to travel below the waistband of his sweats.

☆ “Touch yourself,” you instruct. “Pretend it’s me.”

☆ You continue to talk him through it, not stopping until you hear his beautiful, breathy moans.

☆ “You did so good,” you praise and he swears his dick gets hard again.

☆ When you finally do return from your long trips, Matt is extremely needy.

☆ He’s waiting for you impatiently at the airport, ready to engulf you in his arms as soon as he sees you.

☆ When you get home, he attacks you with a bunch of kisses until they become more needy and passionate.

☆ His hands wander all over your body, massaging and kneading at your skin like it’s the first time.

☆ You push him back into the bed and straddle his lap, bouncing on his cock until he’s satisfied.

☆ “Oh my God!— Fuck! I love you,” he moans, bucking his hips into you as he climaxes.

☆ “Holy fuck. Maybe I should go on tour more often,” you giggle, peppering kisses along Matt’s face. “Please no,” he mumbles.

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a/n: 📸📸📸 working on Arranged Ch.2, a Johnnie fic & another Matt headcannon!

Also ily2 thank u for the request! xoxox - L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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sanctus-ingenium · 1 year

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hi im so sorry if youve already answered this but how do u go about selecting the colors you use for your works!

hi! i've had this question a few times and every time i've only been able to answer with a vague sort of 'ehhh i just pick them'. but i think i'll actually talk some more about it now since a lot of my art actually takes a lot of beating before i decide on a final palette. but with a lot of them admittedly i already know what palette i'm using, and i organise the whole composition around those colours.

i use like two main palette methods and here they are (once you see it in my art, you won't unsee it). It mainly involves picking one main hue, and then a contrasting secondary colour.

So the most basic is to have a drawing be mostly a small range of hues, in this case the reds and oranges, and adding a single contrasting shade. Here it is the bounce light on the metallic metal parts, and doesn't appear anywhere else. It looks blue but it isn't - if I used actual blue, it would be too jarring and the colours would not appear unified. This is a warm and nice scene. So instead I pick that strong blue and blend it into a small swatch of the base colour. Then I pick from the blended portion, and what I get will be more blue than the base, but not actually blue. In fact it is yellow-orange :) The entire drawing looks warm as a result.

When working with marginally stronger contrast, here I have a cream unicorn on a green background. The main shadows on the unicorn will be the colour of that ambient room temperature bg - green. So I use the same test swatch method to pick a shadow colour which LOOKS green without being too disruptive of the cream unicorn. I increase the saturation and darken the value (moving the colour dot diagonally to the lower right hand corner of the box) and also spin the whole wheel towards green just a bit. Then I blend into the cream and colour pick a shade in the middle. But for the bounce light, I chose to use a common contrast of green - pink. It looks like pink in the drawing but in fact it is a low saturation orange! Using that real pink would be disharmonious. I do the exact same thing - I blend the pink into the bg colour and come up with that orange shade. It looks harmonious.

Now (top example) I am using two contrasting hues side by side. I decide the shadows will be warm, and the highlights in that contrasting zone. That means that for every colour i pick - Islin's skin, hair, his glasses, his shirt collar, his coat - every colour gets slid around the colour wheel until it falls inside that narrow band. And when I am highlighting his skin, I turn the wheel towards green. When I am shading his skin, I turn the wheel more red. I do this for every single element in the drawing.

It's the same for the Rua cover but this time I am not using such a wide band of available hues on the colour wheel, it's much tighter. I did this to replicate the look of a faded print, intentionally lowering the available contrast I had to work with by removing black as tool. It's all in that small cream to red window but it LOOKS purple - it looks like Pascal wears a purple shirt and that the smoke in the bg is lilac. Well, it isn't. That's all red and orange. I pick those colours by, again, choosing my goal "look" - a low-saturation purple, and then turning the wheel into the red range.

Okay so! for this it's just... the exact same thing again. Literally it always is. But since this one is recent I still have the process fresh in my mind. I envisioned it in the car, and I wanted this empty sort of desolate blue bg and a cold, distant overall tone. I ended up making the white on the chessboard & white pieces warmer, cream instead of white-grey, which worked out great. I wanted the blue, I wanted the pale cream/white, and the black of the chessboard. I didn't envision a colour for Pascal's shirt. but when the time came it was an obvious choice. It has to contrast with the bg both in value and hue, without falling outside the cream range already established by the chess pieces. So it's shiny salmon pink :) or orange, whatever you think it is. The only disharmonious part of this palette is the red velvet under the black knight piece - it works, but if I'd taken more care I might have spun the wheel more into orange and it would stand out less. But I don't mind.

#info asks #sorry my handwriting. not good

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Less than a Minute - Part 4 - Final

WARNING – 18+ ONLY – MINORS DNI

PLEASE UNDERSTAND THIS FANFICTION HEAVILY COMMENTS ON DEPRESSION & SUICIDE. This is your warning if you are easily triggered!

A Poly!Judgment-Day fanfiction containing themes and mentions of DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, LONLINESS, PANIC ATTACKS, SMUT (GIRL-ON-GIRL), ANGST, SADNESS, ALCOHOL, HOSPITALS etc

READER X JUDGMENT DAY – POLY – Rhea, Damien, Finn, Dominik x READER- Written mainly in first person view (Reader Female)

Italic font – flashback, speech or memories

Word Count -4,167 +

Less than a minute – Part 4

04:40am – December 26th, 2023

“Fucking birds…” I muttered to myself as I dragged my feet to the bathroom. I had never been a morning person; I had never been one to leap out of bed at the crack of dawn and seize the day! And I certainly wasn’t the one who suggested we take a family trip out to the middle of nowhere to spend Christmas in the countryside where there were quite literally hundreds, no scratch that bloody thousands of God damn fucking birds singing in every bush, shrub and tree for miles. Not to mention that stupid fucking rooster from the local village farm that thought now was a great time to warm up its voice, clearly preparing itself for a debut at the local karaoke chicken barn.

“Stupid fucking birds cocka-doodl-fucking-dooing at stupid fucking four am in the fucking morning” I ranted quietly as I ran my toothbrush under the sink and started brushing my teeth. I could see my reflection in the mirror, what a sight! My hair looked like someone had dragged me backwards through a hedge to have their way with me, to be fair, that remark wasn’t too far from the truth. I dare not go downstairs for the fear of seeing the mess that needed cleaning up. Between the five of us we had polished off 4 bottles of champagne, half a bottle of vodka, two bottles of red wine and I don’t think I want to recount just how many tequila bombs Finn had magically made appear. And in turn we had all made disappear. Top the night off with a very…. messy? Group jacuzzi dip and hey presto, A hangover from Hell.

I could feel my head lightly spinning as I closed my eyes holding onto the wall for support whilst continuing to clean my teeth. I had become a pro at composing myself the morning after the night before, I knew the drill and how to stop it from getting any worse.

Brush Teeth

Pint of water

Pain killers

Close the door and avoid all human interaction for the foreseeable future

Swear to never drink again

Remind yourself these rules are a load of bollocks, and you never learn.

Christmas day had been incredible and the matching fleecy pyjamas we had all gone to bed in were the cherry on top. I mean they didn’t fully stay on for long… but it was the thought from Dominik that counted. Rhea and I in little candy cane vest top and shorts and the boys each with long legged fleecy trousers and t-shirts also printed with little candy canes. Too sweet for words and apparently far too irresistible to tear off each other.

I peeked my head out the bathroom window and smirked at the sight. Some abandoned pyjama pieces both inside and out the jacuzzi were all that remained out there of a very memorable, but fuzzy night. It was still dark out, but the sun had begun to make an appearance, so a very soft warming glow was ever so slightly lighting the horizon. The countryside really was beautiful in the winter, frosted windowpanes and a festive chill in the air really made it feel like Christmas… Well boxing day now.

As I continued to clean my teeth, I looked back at myself in the mirror pulling my hair into a messy bun.

There it was.

I could see it there… for a moment.

That pain hiding in my eyes.

I could see it.

I could feel it.

I had been running from it for some time now and I had hoped if I just pushed myself, if I focused and didn’t think about it, maybe it would go away. How naive I was to think life was ever that kind. Why was this happening, everything is good, everything was okay. I’m surrounded by love, by compassion, by happiness. This can’t be happening. But it was, it was happening.

The world around me began to fall, the room echoed away, and the bells began to ring. As if nothing existed around but me… and the fear.

I held the sink tightly, balancing the toothbrush between my teeth. “No…No…Come on... Come on” I whispered, gripping the basin tighter and taking a sharp short breath. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, the pace ever growing and the room around closing in. Why was this happening. Why?!

I held back the tears that were threatening their escape and turned the cold tap on, spitting out the toothbrush and flushing my face with the water in attempt to ground myself.

Quickly turning I closed and locked the bathroom door behind me and ever so silently I slid myself down the door frame till I collapsed into a hunched ball on the cold tiled floor.

For an hour I sat there. Alone. In silence. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t move a muscle. I barley even blinked. I didn’t shed a single tear. As if I had dissociated from all reality, I felt as if I didn’t even exist. Did I want to exist?

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As quickly as it came, it went. Standing to my feet I quietly unlocked the bathroom door and crept back into the bedroom. Sprawled out across a rather incredibly large king size bed lay a bundle of entangled limbs. Finn lay with one arm hanging off the bed and a Santa hat pushed back across his hair. Dominik’s head tucked up under his arm with one leg wrapped over Rhea’s waist and the other above the duvet. Hidden underneath the mullet was the dark locks of a miss Rhea Ripley whose black lipstick had been smudged down the side of her cheek. Smirking to myself I remembered having her face buried between my thighs under the Christmas tree while the boys played beer pong in the kitchen, unbeknown to them that us girls were sharing a little late ‘Christmas’ gift.

“Quickly!” Rhea said softly under her breath as she laughed taking my hand and sneaking away from the kitchen where Damien, Dominik and Finn had set up the dining table in order to begin a beer pong tournament. Slightly spilling our drinks in the hallway, we snuck our way into the opposing front room and closed the door behind us. The little cottage we had rented was a truly beautiful masterpiece, it stood in a huge field with no nearby neighbours. Exactly the kind of place you would want to escape to when you and your partners live life in the eye of the ever-nosey public view.

Rhea took my champagne glass from me and set it down with hers as well on the wooden unit before turning to face me. An ever so cheeky smile she grinned, showing off that enticing black lipstick and long lashes that had never failed to pull me into her grasp.

Running her right hand through my hair she raised her left hand and reached over trailing her fingers up my bare thighs, I shivered to her touch. Her grip tightened as she took a fistful of my hair and pinned me against the wall opposite a rather stupidly positioned Christmas tree. My breathe hitched in my throat as her lips positioned themselves mere millimetres from the dark red lipstick across mine.

“Hola Bunny….” Rhea spoke oh so softly, leaning across my chest and into my ear as she released her grip in my hair whilst moving my hands to position them above my head.

“Don’t. Move.” She stated and slowly she crouched down removing my shorts before throwing one of my legs over her shoulder and pulled my red laced panties to the side with her other free hand.

“Feliz Navidad” She smirked, winking up at me before rolling the cold stud in her tongue through the folds between my legs and planting a soft gentle kiss on my clit.

“Fuckkkk.” I whimpered, desperately trying to keep my hands above my head as her tounge moved back, ever increasing her speed as she caressed my sensitive bud between her teeth. Moving my leg slightly higher on her shoulder she slid two fingers inside of me and began to pump as her lipstick smeared its way across my wet pussy lips and I felt my legs shiver. Harder. Faster. With no mercy. Rhea was rough, her nails dug into my pale skin and her persistent tounge dug ever deeper, hunting down the orgasm she so desperately wanted across her face. A knot began building inside my stomach as the muscles in my thighs tightened and I shifted my weight onto her before gripping onto the first thing I could reach.

“Fuckk, Fuckk, Rhea... oh godd” I pleaded as my entire body tensed and a part of me panicked at the idea of losing this feeling if I couldn’t find my balance.

Pinning me against the wall with her hands, her face, her entire body weight even she gripped my one lose arm that had fallen from above my head to lock me in position whilst my other free arm had latched itself onto the Christmas tree for dear life, now no longer standing straight in its metal stand. The lights on it flickered on and off as we both shook, unable to hold our positions still.

Rhea pounded into my aching pussy with her fingers as her tounge stud bullied against me, I could feel the sweat begin to drip down my neck and into my cleavage as I panted, and my heart threatened to break from my chest. Rhea gripped my body so tightly tipping me over the edge and the orgasm she had worked so hard for spilled out across her face, ruining what was left of that perfectly placed lipstick liner.

The boys wouldn’t have actually ever known what we were up to if I hadn’t forgotten I wasn’t exactly standing with two feet on the ground. Instead relaxing for a moment, Rhea shifted her weight off me, and I went to move but ended up toppling the Christmas tree over on top of us.

A loud crash echoed through the cottage, along with the familiar sound of smashing baubles (a sound that came with a reminder from when we had once trusted Dom to unwrap the Christmas decorations, I reckon 8/10 of them he had either dropped, stood on, misplaced or knocked off the tree completely) and the fairy lights short circuiting from the plug coming out the wall.

The door flew open and in ran Finn and Dom who didn’t look half as shocked as Damien looked gutted to have missed out.

“Are you okay?!” Finn and Dom said in Unison.

“Where was my invite!?” Damien demanded looking down on a half undressed and slightly exposed me whilst Rhea ran her hand around her lips enjoying what was left from the actions from before and smirking towards the boys before winking at me.

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Damien laid face down into the bed on his chest with his entire body laying ontop of the duvet, I wondered if he had passed out like that or if he just liked showing off his bright green and red stripped ‘Mr Grinch’ pants. Either way, that was one fine ass. The devil on my shoulders first word of thought was to bite down it, mark my territory you could say. But the ever-increasing hangover told me otherwise and the opposing angel buried that idea quickly. Had Damien put me across his knee for misbehaving I wasn’t entirely sure all the alcohol was going to stay down with the impact. Ever tempting as it may have been.

Instead seizing my opportunity, I gently tip toed over to the bedside and climbed over to position myself between Damien and Rhea. Snuggling myself under the duvet and into his embrace he was quick to join me and turn over taking in a deep inhale of my hair, kissing my head and quickly falling back asleep.

I wished we could have paused the clock there. Time could have stood still, and I could have never felt safer than in the arms of the four people who made my heart feel so full. Can’t have it all though can you, secretly I knew that. I knew that this was just the beginning of my downfall. I never would have known how bad it could have gotten.

Who knew when you hit rock bottom, there’s a basement that follows.

The sounds of the hospital filled every inch of the waiting room, the persistent beeps and alarms ringing from every was enough to drive anyone mad.

“For god sake, he was bought in by an ambulance no more than 20 minuite ago?! How can you not know where he is, that’s your job isn’t it!?” Finn slammed his fists down on the enquiry desk as an old miserable nurse stood staring at him.

“As I told your… “ the matron cleared her throat “Partner, we don’t have anyone here under the name Master Dominik Mysterio?”

“Christ, Gutierrez! Not Mysterio… idiota!” Priest shook his head before turning back to a recognisable figure walking towards them from the hallway.

“DOM!” Priest shouted as he grabbed Finn by the shoulder and they both rushed over as Damien grabbed the boy and pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Ow…” Dom whimpered as Finn lept into the hug.

“What the hell happened love!?” Finn pulled back grabbing Dom’s face, checking him over for any sign of injury or illness.

Dom shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, “I uhh, I” but he was interrupted by a doctor that was walking up behind him.

“Panic attack, as I was trying to explain to you Mr. Guiterrez before you demanded to leave ” the doctor looked up at the towering figure of Damien and smiled at the Irish man clinging onto the hand of his patient.

“Are you two his carers?” The doctor questioned

“Something like that…” Damien replied as Finn smirked.

“OI!” Dom said still rubbing the back of his head.

“Paramedics said that the hotel staff had found him unconscious in a hotel room, we believe he has hit his head as he had some concussion symptoms. But he’s refusing treatment, says he has somewhere he needs to be?” The doctor questioned them.

Finn’s phone pinged and pulling it out from his pocket he looked down to a message from Rhea.

“Not somewhere, were trying to find someone! And I’m fine, I don’t need looking after” Dom tried to explain.

“Dom, shh. Listen to the doctor” Damien interjected before Finn tapped him on the shoulder showing him the message from Rhea.

“What is it?” Dom asked trying to peer over Damien’s shoulder, quickly realising he wasn’t exactly tall enough.

“We have to go, Doc we take full responsibility for him, Scouts honour!” Finn stated and took Dom’s hand rushing out the door, Damien followed hastily behind.

“You need to….” The doctor called after them, but it was too late.

“Sign the discharge forms.” He sighed and put the clipboard down on the enquiry desk, raising an eyebrow at the nurse who had been dealing with Finn’s outburst.

“Men…” She stated and turning on her heels she walked off in a huff.

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A familiar voice bought me back to reality, those all to recognisable tears I had only heard once before. They sounded so broken, so heartfelt. It was Rhea. Holding me tightly on the steps of the city library where I had sought out the silent solitude it had always offered. If you cannot speak in the library, then no one could ask me what was wrong.

I had only ever heard her cry with such emotion once, losing her nonna had caused such a devastating blow to her and that pain never truly leaves you. The one time we as humans wished we could turn off that emotional switch and feel nothing at all.

I wish I could have felt nothing in that moment, because how I did feel was not fair to her. It wasn’t fair to any of them. It wasn’t fair to me, but I couldn’t hide that truth. it was how I felt.

I resented her. I hated her. Why was she here. Why had she found me. Why did I have to feel this way.

Throwing myself up and out of her arms I lept into the dark street and stared back at the bewildered face of the woman I had grown to devote myself to. I couldn’t see a way to live my life without her, without any of them. My heart would never truly love anyone again the way the love for them I had, fed into my soul. I depended on them for my survival.

“Bunny please...” Rhea lept to her feet standing just a few feet from me in the road, reaching out her arm, hand outstretched. Her voice breaking from the cold and fear as she went to speak again but I interrupted her. It was as if something inside of me set off the dynamite that tore down the walls I had built up for so long and every last piece of vulnerability drowned the streets around us, refilling the puddles that had saturated the roads.

“NO! STOP! Please Rhea! No, shit no! Why!? Why are you here! Why can’t you understand!? CHRIST. WHY DOESN’T ANYONE UNDERSTAND!” I screamed and ran my hands over my face and through my hair clawing at my neck. I could barely breath, my lungs were on fire, my chest so tight. My entire body was soaked to the bone and frozen. Lips chapped and sense of reality fading fast. The anxiety inside me was fuelling a fire that was quickly spreading out of control.

“I want to…” Rhea tried to reason with me, her voice soft, fragile.

“I want to understand, Y/N please, just, talk to me. We can work this out, you and me. Just us… Look…” She turned her head signalling the space around us.

“It’s just you and me. It’s okay…” She spoke gently taking a step towards me.

That Panic set in.

“Don’t you fucking come near me, don’t you… don’t you fucking come near me!” I screamed. She didn’t deserve this; she had shown me nothing but love. Yet I had no control over it anymore. Like a tornado destroying everything in its path, this storm was out for blood.

“CHRIST, what is wrong with me! What is wrong with this world, what is wrong with this… this fucking, this bullshit! Everyone on it, no one understands. It’s like a prison… I feel, I feel like. Like I can’t breathe!” I grasped at my chest backing further away from her. As if a thousands rubber bands wrapped around my lungs, I was suffocating.

“Talk to me bunny, just talk to me. Whatever it is, we can fix it?” Rhea begged, she tried to reason with me.

I stared at her blankly. I knew this was going to hurt.

Fuck it.

“It’s you.” I said.

Cold.

Blunt.

To the point.

“It’s all of you.” My words were empty. As empty as I felt.

Rhea had nothing, no words. Nothing to say, no way of understanding why it was like this.

I had broken down, I couldn’t hold back the heart ache, the tears, none of it. I was an empty shell of myself, and every emotion poured out with every word.

“Every day. Every day I wake up, every day I wake up and I have to live. I live my life and then I go to sleep. Every day I am surrounded by the love you all give; I am surrounded by the happiness and the joy and the compassion that is gifted in the promise and security of the devotion we have for each other. The smiling faces of people passing by on their way to their boring jobs, their boring families, to pay their shitty boring rent. I stand here now knowing all this, knowing I am privileged to be living a life filled with more love in every second of every day than most people see in a lifetime.” I fell to my knees, unable to bear the weight of the world on my shoulders anymore.

“So why is it that every day when I open my eyes, when I look in the mirror, when that second of silence between a conversation hits, the first thought in my head, is how long is left?” I gritted my teeth, pouring out my heart to the world.

“Is it wrong to hate you, to resent you all so much. I feel such spite. I despise the love you all have for me because selfishly, I know, I know I can’t stop. I can’t kill myself. I can’t kill myself because that wouldn’t be fair. Not to you, not to the boys, not to my family or friends. The most important decision of my life and I don’t even get to make it” I looked up at Rhea with blood shot eyes.

“I don’t want to be unhappy anymore. I don’t want to be here, but I don’t have a reason to feel this way, and I don’t know why I do.”

Rhea threw herself to the floor around me and pulled me in tightly, I felt the bones in my back click and my chest restricted as her grasp tightened around me to the risk of never being able to let go.

No matter what now, she was never letting go.

I didn’t fight her anymore. Id given up fighting it.

Instead, I shielded myself in her embrace. Kissing the top of my head Rhea rested her chin on me, despite both being frozen I could feel her warmth breaking through.

“Y/N...” Rhea gently spoke looking deep into my eyes.

“That’s called being Human. And its shit. Its fucking shit, it’s unfair and its cruel. That’s why you don’t hide this away. You don’t try and fight a war all by yourself. You are more loved than you will ever know bunny! And whether you want it or not, its there. It will always be there, and we will always be here.”

Rhea took her hands around my face and pulled me in, so our foreheads connected.

“Were in this together, you and me. All of us. The boys too. Remember bunny, It’s not for forever. It’s just for now.”

As if something clicked, something unexplainable. Something spiritual in the moment, the world disappeared from around us, every element meant nothing except the two of us. Right there, the most important moment for us in all of time and space.

“You just keep going, for just one more minuite.” Rhea whispered under her breath.

For a moment it felt like time stood still, and the world had fallen silent in the honest truths that had been spoken.

Not for long though, for the sound of silence was broken by screeching tyres. Headlights illuminated our silhouettes and as if from out of nowhere a large rental truck slammed its brakes on coming to a stop.

The car door flew open and out fell Finn, scrambling to his feet he stood up with one hand on the door as his eyes widened, mixed with relief and with fear. His eyes were bloodshot, red and exhausted.

“Y/N?” he sounded shocked.

Rhea turned her head to face him and smile, but that relief on her face quickly changed to confusion.

“Finn? Where’s Damien? Where’s Dom?”

He didn’t answer her. Standing in silence as if he didn’t know how to respond to a question he very well knew the answer to.

I turned my head to face him, looking around for two people who weren’t there.

“Finn?” I looked up at him, trying to hide the worry in my eyes.

Letting out a gentle sigh Finn smiled and turned his back around as the back passenger door to the truck opened slowly as Damien stepped out, gently removing a sleeping Dominik from his lap and resting the boy against the car seat. He leant against the car door smiling at the two of us sitting in the middle of the road.

Rhea turned her head to face me and pulling my viewpoint to hers she looked deep into my eyes.

“Come on Bunny, Let’s go home”.

“Home?” I questioned her.

“Home.” She smiled, “We are going home.”

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flippinpancakes64 · 2 months

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Hello, I just want to know if I can request the Cullens to have an S/o that is in a band like sick puppies or skillet, please, and thank you

Also, I love your work

The Cullens with a reader who's in a Rock Band

Hello! Thank you for requesting!

I am someone who's into alternative music but I've never heard of these two bands. So I did my best to listen to some of their songs to get a feel for what kind of band you were talking about. They both reminded me a lot of Three Days Grace, Seether, Godsmack, and other bands like that so I based it off of that too.

In short, I basically went the route of a 90s-00s rock band

I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He's not the biggest fan

Not of you being in the band, but of the music

He's not really into all the screaming

Even though it's not all screaming lol

He is pretty old fashioned

But overall he'd be an enjoyer

He would be at all of your concerts watching from the front row

He will proudly tell anyone that asks that he is your boyfriend and that you two are very much in love

And if you guys ever wanted to write a slower, ballad-type piece he is so down to compose and play the piano part for it

Also you guys don't need to worry about money

If one of your guitar strings breaks he's sending you 1,000 dollars and telling you to keep the change

He's also a good personal bodyguard

No need to worry about rowdy fans when he's there

He supports all of your dreams

He just doesn't listen to the music in his free time

Sorry

Alice:

She is SO into it

I feel like she doesn't care about genres or anything like that

If she likes a song she likes it

And when you tell her about your band and show her one of your songs, she is in love

You don't need to hire a merch designer or a hair/makeup artist ever

She's on it

She loves helping you choose an outfit and doing your hair and makeup before you go on stage

And it does stroke her ego just a little bit when people post on Twitter about your outfits :)

She's also definitely the type to print out like a hundred posters and staple them to all of the telephone poles in like the whole state

Also always at every concert

Except she's backstage

She prefers to be close

Stands to the side the whole time holding a bottle of water for you whenever you need it

She definitely has a shirt with your face on it that says #1 fan

She doesn't wear it but she does have it

Jasper:

He's also a little confused by the music

I don't know why but I literally cannot imagine this man listening to music ever

So he doesn't really have a favorite type

But he loves your voice so obviously he loves your music

He doesn't trust himself to be in the crowd at your concerts

So he's always backstage too

Even though it's loud, if you even whisper under your breath that you're thirsty he is there with a bottle of water

For some reason I get the feeling he would be good at audio design tho

This guy can make fire edits to a song

Your bandmates love him tho because he moves all of the heavy equipment

He likes to be in the studio when you're recording

Quality time

And he can be perfectly silent so he never interferes with the sound equipment

Rosalie:

I feel like she'd shock you with the fact that she LOVES alt music

She's so angsty

It perfectly displays her emotions

The screaming is cathartic to her

So when she hears that you're in a band and you make the exact type of music that she loves, she is so excited

She wants to be involved in everything

She would love designing your outfits

And I feel like she would be a good songwriter

She is in the crowd every time

Directly in the center

Directly in the front

One time, when one of your concerts was coming up, she printed out hundreds of flyers and went around the school telling people to show up

Not asking

Telling

The show was packed

Emmett:

I think he would love it purely for aesthetic reasons

Not to say that he doesn't like that you're happy and doing what you love

But I think he would feel so cool with a badass rockstar S/O

Like when he looks up at you on stage he just gets so much pride

Like hell yeah everybody came here to see MY S/O

Also he is your personal bodyguard

He would have so much fun kicking people out of shows

He puts on the sunglasses, the high vis vest, everything

Obviously he is in the crowd every time

But that's because he's the guard

He would proudly wear a shirt with your face on it btw

And no he won't get rid of it

No matter how many times you ask

Esme:

She's another one who's not really into the music part

I get the feeling she would like jazz/classical music more

She just gives me calm energy

So she wouldn't really like your music sorry

But that doesn't mean she won't support you

She is at every concert

Backstage

And she helps you with anything else you may need

She is shockingly good at filming music videos

She also likes to take action shots while you're performing

And then she makes a scrapbook out of it <3

Carlisle:

This man is older than electricity

He's watched the evolution of all music genres

And he is familiar with all of them

He's sort of like Alice in that he likes songs from all genres

He is completely supportive, though

Gives you all the money you could ask for

And then some

He talks about you to his patients all of the time

"Oh you broke your arm at a music festival? My S/O is in a band, you should check them out sometime."

The nurses get a bit annoyed

The only downside is that, because he works so much at the clinic, he can't help that much

He does his best to be at every one of your concerts

But he can't make all of them

When he does show up though he is front and center

Vampire! Bella:

Stephenie Meyer confirmed that Bella listens to Linkin Park

So yes she totally loves your band

I can imagine her in the mosh pit

She'd love it

She would stay far away from the stage though

Like she does not want to be perceived by the public

She helps doing other stuff though

I feel like Edward probably taught her how to play guitar at some point

So if you're ever stumped on a riff or something she jumps in to help

Obvs she's at every concert too

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multifandomwhore-003 · 1 year

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You're a bitch²

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female! reader

Summary: JJ Maybank can go fuck you. himself.

Genre(s): smut, a sprinkle of fluff at the end

Warnings: Explicit sex, rough sex, mentions of pain bein pleasurable, mentions of bruises, marks, hickeys, etc.

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A/N: I know this is suuuuper late but what can I say? I got randomly inspired

𓆉︎𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𓆉︎

Part one on the masterlist!

REQUESTS CLOSED

THIS IS NOT FREE USE, YOU CANNOT USE MY WORK

Reblog if you like

Something along the lines of a groan came out of his mouth and it hit you too quick and too hard what you were doing, betraying your brain, satisfying your heart, and feeding your skin, all at the same time. You grabbed onto his hair, you needed him, so much so that the contact was now desperate; you tugged on it with more strength that you planned, you despised him, so much so that it all became too rough.

You had to pull him away from you, "You're a fucking piece shit, Maybank," you let out with a faint voice crack, "You took me for a goddamn fool, I liked you, asshole, I really liked you,"

He grinned proudly, sore lips, flushed cheeks, "Make your mind, gorgeous, where do you want me buried? Six feet deep down the marsh, or inside you?" he trailed his fingers down to your belly.

"Fuck you," there was so much anger in your throat that you were close to spitting on him.

"Just because you asked so nicely," he responded with sarcasm before leaning in for another kiss.

Your arms reached his back, almost crawling at his fair skin, he moaned as he sat you so easily on top of the table, he lifted one of your legs pushing your upper body to be perfectly laid out just for him. He tried to recover his breath now being separated from your mouth only to latch himself onto your neck, he hooked the leg behind him leaving a red print only to quite literally rip apart the shirt that barely reached your hips; he began to move lower moving the fabric out of his way, you read it in his eyes, the pure cockiness coated with bliss when seeing your naked breasts, you then deciphered all the wheels turning in his mind, and yet, you still gasped with surprise when he bit your very sensitive nipples, —Payback— you thought, recalling the nail marks you had left behind.

"Fucking hell!" you yelped in pain nearly being capable of feeling the blood rise up.

He didn't cease, he wasn't willing to until he made sure the entire cut could see from miles away who you belonged to, even if it was for just one night. By the time he stopped, there was sweat spreading all over your forehead, and your eyes were on the edge of tearing up, but you never asked him to stop, you would never ask him to stop.

"'M sorry gorgeous, was that too much?" he taunted, licking his thumb to very poorly massage his doings, only leaving your tits wet at swollen.

He went back up, sweetly joining his lips to yours, but you were bitter about the bruises, about his being on top of you, about still being the very object of your arousal, about everything, so by the time he planned to part, you bit his bottom lip, and this time he actually let out a groan, feeling himself on the edge of bleeding.

"You're still pretty pissed aren't you?" he rubbed the hurt area, "Looks like I'm gonna have to fuck you dumb until you forget," and before you could come up with yet another gut-digging insult, your panties were somewhere on the floor along with his towel.

You gulped, bracing yourself for impact, but ended up frowning when it was his turn to grasp you by the hair, you were too horny and too lost to come up with another way to explain it, but you could feel his willingness to suck the soul out of your mouth, you felt used in a way, what purpose were you serving at that moment if not a pathetic, dripping, warm mouth for his use; it was painful, the way everything clashed and wrecked, ruining each other. He make his words come to fruition, burring himself in an instant, and such a move only brought out of you a moan so loud you could picture it bouncing in the water.

It was so excruciating, so delicious, so agonizing, and so fucking exquisite, what else would you expect out of him? With how much you tortured him by denying this very moment, he desired you so much he considered begging, but this was the better outcome of things.

There was no better way to process it, he was slamming you against the wood with such strength your whines were being covered by the creaking. You could tell your body rushed itself for release, binding the burning pain with the boiled pleasure, and remembering the adrenaline that dragged the possibility of being discovered. You tried, you really tried to put up a fight, holding back when he held himself by your hips, when he began to make unholy noises, and even when his chest could barely keep up with his breathing; he squeezed your collarbone to go impossibly deeper, and by time his tip was kissing your cervix, you very audibly came undone; he very messily continued just to last a few seconds later.

You still dared to prove him wrong, gathering all that was left of yourself to try and shape some semblance of a sentence, but you would only be lying to yourself if you say you could.

He noticed, shaking his head whilst chuckling, "There's nothing to be said gorgeous, you got me to fuck the brains out of ya', you won," he then kissed your temple.

#jj maybank #obx #netflix #jj obx #outer banks #jj obx imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank obx #jj maybank x fem!reader #jj maybank smut

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holodeck-enthusiast · 7 months

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All You Have is Printed Circuits

(Context: TOS episode - "This Side of Paradise")

As the characteristic of being dangerously confident was in every cell of his body, Kirk was sure he'd succesfully gaslight Spock in order to help him build anger and fight against the alien infection that had already taken over Spock's mind.

"All you have is printed circuits!"

"Captain...I..."

"...you devil-eared freak!.....a planet of traitors.....never had an ounce of integrity...a carcass full of memory banks...."

"Jim.."

...

Kirk feels the selfloath all over his body generating from the very core of his mind. Every words leaving his tongue, backfired at his heart. In front of his eyes, Spock was turning paler each second....the disbelief on his face, his eyes, his beautiful sparkling eyes....Kirk wanted to hold Spock and mind meld with him, speak with him, that none of these mean anything except he just has to invoke a strong emotion and kick the spores out of his system. If it were the other way round, if it were Kirk, it would have taken seconds for Spock to mind meld with the captain and make him aware of the situation.

But all Kirk has got, is that insane hope that Spock WILL understand why he's doing this...Spock will recognise Jim through all these opaque curtains of words that Jim would never, in any universe, think of for real.

...

Spock grabbed Kirk's torso and threw him against the wall. He forced himself back to the moment and kept yelling at Spock.

"You belong in a circus, Spock, not a starship.."

Spock's whole face went green. He was trembling. He closed his eyes and submit to the tsunami of hormones breaking onto him like a cloudburst. He picked up a chair and walked a few steps towards Kirk who was at that moment, still lying on the floor, still looking back at Spock. He wasn't capable of moving his literally bloody mouth.

*Wake up Spock! Wake the fuck up!!!*

Spock wasn't seeing.

Spock wasn't thinking.

Spock wasn't listening anymore.

Spock lifted the chair above his head.

"H-had enough?" Kirk tried to speak out faintly. His chest rising at its best to catch some air for him. Spock put his arms down in a lightning speed and smashed the chair onto James Tiberius Kirk, his captain, his T'hy'la.

...

Spock felt like rising his head above the waves! He doesn't remember much, only some auditory montage of words, pain all over his body...and then it all started coming to him episodically, incidents one after another. Even the Vulcan part of his brain took 4-5 seconds to get a grab of the situation. Then he looked down.

Jim was there. Lying on the floor on his back. his whole body was shaking. His head was turned to one side, with eyes closed...blood sipping from the corner of his mouth. Broken pieces of that chair covered his chest and abdomen forming a messy pile. Spock desperately hunched over him and shook him by grabbing his shoulders.

"Jim!"

Spock didn't waste a second. He dragged Jim somewhat closer to the wall. Jim's shirt from chest to abdomen was blood-soaked..torn in different places. Everything was going too fast for Spock.

"Captain..please.....Jim"

Spock patted on his cheeks. Almost like a slap. He knew Jim's just unconscious for now but he needs immediate medical attention to check for internal injuries.

Spock pulled Jim into his arms from behind and tried to make his torso stay upright.

His eyes were fixed on Jim, whose head was now resting on Spock's chest. On many occasions he had been either sassy or rude about Jim's recent weight again. At this moment almost the half of his body was rested against Spock's and Spock didn't feel a thing. Jim looked so tired, so very still, alarmingly still....and small. Spock felt like he can wait for an eternity with Jim on his lap if that's what it's gonna take before Jim gains consciousness.

Why is it taking so long! Spock was checking his pulses frequently. He needs him to wake up! He needs his help to at least make McCoy come aboard and start the necessary treatments.

For the first time Spock felt somewhat helpless and his human side missed Leonard like hell!

"...Sp.."

Spock turned his heads to Jim in a millisecond!!!

"Spock.."

Jim finally opened his eyes. If one can look closely enough, the relief in Spock's eyes was quite prominent. He slowly, very carefully moved Jim to lie him down on his back on the floor.

"I am sorry Spock. But I had to."...Jim pauses to catch a breath.

"Jim, I understand" he takes Jim's left hand into his. "You deliberately did that and that was a dazzling display of logic, my captain"

"None of those words are real. It can never be. I am so so sohr-ry.......I..can't....breathe Spock!"

Spock realised in a second that Jim was having a panic attack.

"Jim! Look at me!" Spock held him close

"Captain try to focus on your breathing. Follow me as I say.....in...out...in....out..."

Jim tried his best to keep eye contact with Spock. All those years of extreme training, even all the shitty situations he and his crew had faced in recent past....and THIS is the very first time he is having a panic attack. Scared the hell out of him. And it was quite visible on his face.

As the situation got slightly under control...Jim was breathing normally but still shivering, Spock lifted him up again and held him tightly into his arms.

"Those words...Spock..I..."

Apparently he was fixated on those words and was facing an uncontrollable guilt, although it was the only reasonable action at the particular moment....bt it's... it's Spock. And it was just as painful to Jim as it was to Spock.

Spock didn't let Jim finish his sentence. He held Jim's face into his palms and placed a very soft, warm and passionate kiss on his lips.

...

A few moments later, as the symptoms of that panic attack with an aweful sense of timing, faded away, Captain Kirk stood up on his feet, rigged a plan with Spock and they executed it in a very smooth Spirkly way. All the affected crew including McCoy was cured from the effects of the spores. McCoy started treating Kirk at sickbay as soon as he was transported back on the ship. Kirk told him everything later, on listening to which McCoy had the best laugh in his life. Of course Jim had skipped a part about a kiss..very human.

#tos spirk #star trek #spock #spirk #james t kirk #leonard nimoy #star trek tos #william shatner #jim kirk #star trek spirk #spirk fanfiction

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thenerdysewist · 11 months

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I made a Moonshine Cybin Flannel to see NADDPOD Live at Carnegie Hall (featuring an embroidered PawPaw)

Read more for details on how I made this

Making the Shirt:

Like a week before I left for New York, I decided that I wanted to make my own NADDPOD clothes to wear since I don’t have a lot of merch. I remembered that JoAnn Fabrics had this mushroom flannel and so I ran out and bought two yards.

I used this button up shirt/lined jacket pattern from MCall’s:

The problem is that I’m right in between the largest boy’s size and the smallest men’s size. So I had to make some adjustments. I cut out the pattern, then shortened it at the waist because there wasn’t room for my hips in the original pattern. Then I cut out all the pieces: shirt front, shirt back, sleeves, pocket, collar, and cuffs.

I knew from using the pattern before that the sleeves were too big for the armhole, and I don’t like the look of gathered sleeves. So I trimmed 5/8” from both arm holes.

Once those adjustments to the pattern were made, I stitched the sides together.

Next up was the collar. I cut two collar pieces, stitched them with the pattern-side of the fabric facing each other, trimmed the excess at the edges and flipped it right side out and ironed it.

I pinned the collar in place around the neck and stitched it in place.

Next up was the sleeves. I stitched each sleeve together, leaving a gap open at the bottom so that the sleeves could be unbuttoned. I hemmed the opening of each sleeve so no raw edges were visible, the gathered the top of the sleeves so they fit into the arm hole.

I pinned the sleeves into the arm hole and stitched them in place.

I cut two cuff pieces, and turned down one edge so that once it was stitched in place, there wouldn't be any raw edges. Then I pinned it in place so the right sides were together and the excess fabric of the cuff was pointed towards the shoulder. I stitched it in place, then folded the cuff in half, right sides together and stitched the ends. That way when the cuff was folded out the right way, all the raw edges would be held inside.

With that, the main construction of the shirt was complete.

Next were my first attempts at embroidery. I found a reference image online that reminded me of PawPaw and printed it out in various sizes. I stitched together a breast pocket, and pinned it to the shirt. Then I was able to use that and my printed images to decide how big I wanted the embroidery.

Once I decided on the size, I unpinned the pocket and transferred the drawing to the fabric using transfer paper. I pinned the drawing and transfer paper in place, and traced over the image. It left a carbon copy on the fabric, and I traced over that with heat erase pen so it wouldn't rub off while I worked.

After that, it was lot of stitching with embroidery thread. Have some in progress pictures.

With the embroidery done, it was time for the finishing touches. Using the guides on my pattern, I marked off the places where buttons and buttonholes were meant to go.

I used the buttonhole foot attachment and setting for my sewing machine to install the button holes, then I sewed the buttons in place by hand.

To secure the embroidery I cut out a patch of white flannel and ironed heat and bond to the back. Then I placed the patch over the thread on the backside of the embroidery, and ironed it in place. The patch prevents the loose threads from getting snagged on anything.

After that, I hemmed the shirt and it was finished!

I literally finished this project the night before I flew to New York. It ended up being a huge hit at the fan meet up in Central Park.

#naddpod #bahumia #not another dnd podcast #pawpaw #moonshine cybin #embroidery #sewing

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jenanigans1207 · 5 months

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Long post is about to be long! But below the cut is all the squares I’ve made so far for my Castiel blanket and any explanations associated with them!

1 & 2: the bloody hand print and the hand print scar

3: Cas’s tie, on a white background for his dress shirt. If I have time to redo it before I meet Misha, I’ll probably redo it with a dark diamond at the bottom to make it look like the tie is backwards!

4: speech bubble saying “Hello, Dean” on a green background for Dean himself

5. Meant to be the scene of the falling stars/falling angels when the gates of heaven were locked and all the angels were kicked out

6: Sorry game piece from that time Cas was crazy! The game piece is green (Dean) and the word ‘sorry’ is written in the blue (Cas)

7: sunshine for the classic “mornin’ sunshine”

8: pb&j with grape jelly specifically :)

9: the angel vanishing sigil in red (blood) on tan (flesh) for that time Cas literally carved it into his chest/stomach

10: the sigil used to open purgatory in red (blood) on grey (stone wall)

11. Excerpt from the Angel tablet with the sigils in white to appear as if they’re glowing.

#Castiel #cas #castiel blanket #crochet #fandom #spn #supernatural #part 2 in another post

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horanghaejamjam · 2 years

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Horanghae Chapter 5

Story Summary: Everyone knows that Soonyoung loves tigers. The term Horanghae literally means “I tiger you”. Needless to say, the Seventeen members shouldn’t have been as surprised as they were the night he came home with a very timid white tiger curled against him.

Chapter Summary: After a successful first day of getting to know the members, you’re more than ready for day two, at least with these two you kind of know what to expect. You also start to experience just how strong your bond is with the members.

Chapter Pairings: Joshua x White Tiger Hybrid Reader (First Half), Seungkwan x White Tiger Hybrid Reader (Second Half), Hoshi x Tiger Hybrid Reader

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 8.3k

Chapter Warnings: A very slightly suggestive moment with Joshua (reader ends up on his lap) but otherwise pure fluff and reader getting her first kiss(es)

AN: Thank you guys for your patience, the next chosen members were Seungkwan and Joshua. Once again I did try to keep them even but Seungkwan's part is a bit longer, I also got a bit carried away with the ending and Soonyoung. I do have a few ideas for who I wish to do next but I’ll also let you all decide. Would you rather see JunHao next or Wonwoo and Vernon?

This chapter is not beta read as I was eager to get it out to you guys and it’s like 7am when I finally post it. Please excuse any errors!

Previous Chapter . . . Next Chapter (TBA)

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You were a bit surprised when you woke up by yourself the following morning instead of being shaken awake like what happened with Mingyu. Sitting up and rubbing your eyes, you looked around the room to see that Soonyoung was also already gone. The clock on your nightstand told you it was almost ten in the morning so it wasn’t like you had slept in much, though you assumed he probably had plans for the day. Casting your gaze back down to the nightstand, you perked up as you saw a brightly colored piece of paper tucked under the clock. Curious, you carefully grabbed the note and readjusted so that you could read it properly.

‘I hope that you slept well! Once you wake up and have breakfast go ahead and meet me outside. I’ll be sitting on the patio by the backdoor.”

You were confused for a moment, though you quickly recognized the handwriting that belonged to Joshua. It was then that you remembered you had fallen asleep in the car with Jihoon and so you hadn’t known which two members you were supposed to spend the day with. They probably drew the names while you were asleep and just planned on having you find out when you woke up. The thought made you a bit nervous as you realized this meant you had no idea who you would spend the second part of the day with, but at least you could relax knowing Joshua was first. He was one of the members who had welcomed you eagerly and treated you like family from the moment you arrived, so needless to say you were excited to have some one-on-one time with him. With a gentle smile you set the note back down on the nightstand and quickly slid out of bed so you could get ready. You had no idea when he left that note for you but you did know that it was getting late and you didn’t want to keep him waiting for much longer.

You made your way to the window and glanced outside briefly to check the weather. It had been pretty sunny for a majority of the week but it never hurt to double check just in case. Seeing that it was, indeed, bright outside, you decided to go similar to your outfit from the previous day with shorts and a simple t-shirt that had a tiger printed on it. Jeonghan had been the one to buy said shirt for you, gushing about how fitting it was and how cute you would look in it despite the argument that it was probably overkill. You didn’t really care too much about the design though since it was comfortable and it was a bit funny to wear a tiger shirt as a tiger so why not? Also you still had no idea what you and Joshua would be doing, or what you would be doing with the second member so you figured dressing in something you could move around in comfortably would be your best bet. You quickly finished getting ready and made your way down to the kitchen, passing Wonwoo and Seungcheol who were busy arguing over some video game they were playing. You only glanced at them momentarily before sneaking into the kitchen where you happened to run into Soonyoung and Jihoon. The mess of dishes in the sink and the way the boys were dressed told you that everyone had probably eaten already and they were likely getting ready to go somewhere. Judging by the laptop bag that was hanging over the shorter male's shoulder, you could guess that they were probably about to head to the studio. It was Soonyoung who noticed your presence first, looking up and smiling widely when he saw you.

“There she is, nice to see you finally woke up,” he teased. Jihoon turned around and smiled softly at you, motioning for you to walk over to them which you happily did.

“I was almost worried I bored you to death last night, you passed out so quickly,” he teased. You giggled softly and shook your head.

“You didn’t bore me at all, I was just really tired from all the running around I guess.” Both males chuckled softly and nodded at your confession.

“Yeah Mingyu will do that to you,” Jihoon mumbled, “I swear that man might be a puppy in a human's body with how much energy he has.” You giggled a bit at the comparison, unable to stop yourself from imagining what kind of puppy hybrid Mingyu would be had he been born as one. Though your thoughts were quickly cut off by Soonyoung placing a hand on your shoulder, bringing your attention back to the present conversation.

“Today should be a lot easier on you though,” he assured, “I’m pretty sure Shua just plans to hang out around the house so you don’t have to worry about doing too much. In fact I’m pretty sure he’s waiting for you outside.”

“Yeah I know,” you replied, “his note said to grab myself breakfast and then meet him on the back patio.”

“I don’t know how hungry you are but there is a plate left for you in the fridge if you want it, or we have a few snacks that you’re welcome to help yourself too if you’re not that hungry,” Jihoon explained.

“I’ll probably just grab something light for right now,” you said after a moment of thought, “I don’t want to keep him waiting for much longer.” You heard Jihoon laugh at this while Soonyoung pouted a bit.

“We probably shouldn’t be distracting you then,” Jihoon mused with another laugh, “and we were supposed to be headed to the studio anyways so I think we should get going.” He directed the end of that statement towards the man who was still holding on to you a bit. Soonyoung mumbled something you couldn’t quite register but nodded, taking a moment to pat your head before making his way to the entrance with Jihoon.

“See you tonight Y/N! Try not to have too much fun with them, okay?” Soonyoung called back over his shoulder.

“I won’t!” you assured with a small laugh before turning your attention to the cabinets in hopes of finding a snack. There was a moment of silence before you realized something, quickly running out to catch the guys before they left, “Oh wait! Before you guys leave, can someone tell me who I am spending the second half of today with.” They both turned to look at you, confused for a moment before realization hit them.

“Oh that’s right, you weren’t there when we drew the names were you?” Jihoon asked, smiling a bit when you shook your head, “once you’re done with Joshua you’ll be hanging out with Seungkwan.” You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or nervous by that information, staring silently at the door as the two males waved goodbye one last time before leaving. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Seungkwan, it was just that he had always been a bit weird when around you so you never really knew if he liked you or just wanted to mess around with you. You decided to push that thought into the back of your mind for the time being however, remembering that you still had to meet up with Joshua before it got too late. Running back to the kitchen, you searched through the cupboards before settling on a granola bar, holding the snack between your teeth as you all but dashed to the back door.

The sun's rays attacked you as soon as you stepped outside, causing you to shield your eyes with your hand as you adjusted to the brightness. You blinked a few times to sooth the irritation from the light before slowly lowering your hand and glancing around for Joshua. The soft sound of a guitar caught your attention, making your ears perk up as you followed the source to where the man was sitting. He was set up on the edge of the back patio, seated on a lawn chair facing you despite his focus being on the instrument resting in his lap. He was looking down, his bangs covering his eyes as he plucked gently at the strings, blessing your ears with the melody that he hummed along to. You took a moment to just appreciate the music, closing your eyes and waiting for the song to finish before finally making your way over. Joshua perked up when he heard your footsteps approaching him. Looking up, he smiled fondly at you and set the guitar to the side so he could sit up properly.

“Good morning,” he greeted, “did you sleep well?”

“I did,” you replied, taking a seat in the chair next to him, “sorry if I kept you waiting, I didn’t think I would be that tired.”

“Don’t worry about it, I haven’t been out here too long,” he assured, “also I figured I could get some practice in while I waited for you so win-win in my opinion.” You nodded softly and turned your attention towards the instrument that now rested at his side. It looked a bit older than the one you had seen Jihoon play in the studio, but it still looked really nice and piqued your interest.

“I didn’t know you could play the guitar,” you commented after a moment, causing Joshua to chuckle.

“I guess I haven’t really brought it out around you have I?” he questioned, running his hand over the side of the instrument, “I wouldn’t say I play it too often but it’s a little side hobby that I enjoy.”

“You’re really good, I really liked that song you were playing,” you complimented, causing him to turn slightly red.

“Thank you, it’s one of my favorite songs so I always find myself going to it first when I want to practice.”

“Do you ever make your own songs?”

“I mean sometimes but nothing really noteworthy, I can play one for you in a bit if you’re curious. I just need a moment to give my hands a break because your fingers can get pretty sore if you play too much.” You eagerly nodded when he offered to play you a song, not only wanting to hear him play more but also enjoying seeing him so content. Even with 13 owners, you still felt a really tight bond to all, or at least most of them, so seeing them happy or content made you equally as happy. A part of you wondered if they ever felt the same way about you, but you wouldn’t even know how to approach that question so you let it fade from your thoughts. Instead you brought your attention back to the instrument that started this conversation. If you remembered correctly, Joshua was the second member now that you had seen play the guitar which definitely piqued your interest. You knew that the guys all had some sort of musical talent, but this was the first time you had ever gotten to witness it. You couldn’t help but be curious if everyone had the ability to play an instrument or if you just happened to get paired with the two that did.

“Jihoon plays the guitar too,” you said, pretty much thinking out loud, “do you guys all play instruments then?”

“Maybe not all of us but at least most of us know how to play one or two, we usually play them for side projects rather than for work like Jihoon does,” he explained. You gave him a confused look which made him smile in return. Even after all this time, their jobs still made no sense to you. It seemed like every time you thought you understood what the guys did, one of them would say or do something that proved you completely wrong.

“So what do you guys do then?” you asked.

“Well, we’re idols, we perform for people,” he replied, humming in thought when he saw that you still didn’t understand, “Here think about it this way okay? So all 13 of us work in a group that makes and performs music for our fans. We all dance and record the songs, so some of us sing and some of us rap. Jihoon is our main producer so that’s why he focuses more on making music while the rest of us focus a bit more on performing. Though we all pitch in and we all have our own little skills that we can use in our work. Does that make sense?” You took a minute to process what he was saying before shyly nodding. Joshua's smile widened a bit and he reached out to scratch behind your ear, “We’ll show you what we do once we get the approval to bring you around, I’m sure once you see it for yourself it will make more sense.” You tried your best to nod with his hand stroking your fur but it only served to push your head further into his hand. Joshua said nothing and continued with his actions, letting his hand rest on the top of your head so that you could nuzzle into it at your own pace. “You’re really cute you know that,” he said out of nowhere, making you freeze and look up at him.

“I am?” you asked, not able to stop the heat rising to your face no matter how hard you tried. Joshua noticed this but said nothing, having to look away in order to keep his own blush from spreading.

“I mean of course you are,” he stuttered out, “you’re very sweet and affectionate, and if I didn’t know better I would think you were a regular house cat instead of a tiger.” You tilted your head to glance up at him, forcing his hand away from your head and causing him to shrug, “I don’t mean that in a bad way, obviously. It’s just that the common conception about wild hybrids is that they are usually more aggressive and not as affectionate as the more common ones, that's all. It’s actually kind of refreshing that you’re not like that, I love how cute and cuddly you are.” By now you were sure that his face was more red than yours, but you didn’t give him time to find out as you turned to hide your face against his chest. Joshua let out a soft noise of surprise at the sudden action, though you soon felt his arm wrap around your waist to hold you closer to him. “Hey now don’t get shy on me, come here,” he teased, nudging you a bit with his arm to get you to look at him. Instead of doing what he wanted you shook your head and proceeded to nuzzle further into his chest, practically suffocating yourself against the fabric of his shirt. He always had a bit of a wood like scent to him but today he also smelled a bit like citrus, making you wonder if he changed his perfume or if it was just the outdoors rubbing off on him.

The two of you remained still for a moment until you heard Joshua sigh. Before you could react he was turning his body and pulling you so that you were straddling his lap, one arm around your waist and the other resting gently on your shoulder. This new position felt oddly intimate and you felt yourself blushing even more, though Joshua quickly moved his hand from your shoulder to your chin before you could look away. “Don’t be shy, it’s just me,” he assured, keeping his voice soft and rubbing small circles into your lower back, “I’ll admit I was just trying to move you over so we could cuddle better but I suppose this position works as well.” He chuckled nervously and glanced around to make sure that none of the guys saw you two. You were still extremely flustered by the sudden intimacy but still forced yourself to look at him. Joshua had leaned back a bit so that you wouldn’t be completely pressed against him, his expression soft as he looked up at you. You tried to shift around a bit to make the position less awkward, only to feel yourself blush more “Are you okay? We can move if you feel uncomfortable,” he assured, already adjusting to pull you off of him when you grabbed his wrist.

“No it’s okay,” you responded, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Are you sure Y/N?”

“I’m sure, I’m just not used to this level of affection yet I guess,” you confessed.

“Affection? You mean like cuddling?” he asked, to which you nodded.

“Like you said, people don’t really want to cuddle with wild hybrids so usually I would just get head pats. Though I do really like the cuddles.” You could have sworn you saw his eyes light up a bit when you said that.

“I definitely like the cuddles too,” he responded, “so feel free to cuddle with me whenever you want.” You giggled softly and nodded, repositioning yourself a bit so that you were seated better in his lap. With your new position you were able to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, nuzzling your face into his neck and sighing deeply as you inhaled more of his natural scent. Joshua's chest rumbled against you for a moment as he laughed, wrapping his arms around you just as tightly and sitting back in the chair with you still attached to him. His head rested against yours and every so often you would feel his lips softly touch the top of your head. The action made you feel warm in a way you had never felt before, but you honestly didn’t want the feeling to go away either. “Hey Y/N?” you heard him speak up after a few minutes of comfortable silence. You let out a questioning hum in response and felt him shift under you a bit, “you said you weren’t really used to affection, does that also include kisses?”

“Uhh yeah it does,” you admitted shyly, “I don’t remember ever getting kisses actually.” Joshua frowned a bit at this though you weren’t able to see it as you were still nuzzled into his neck.

“Are you okay with kisses then?” he asked after a moment of thought.

“I mean I like the ones you’re giving me on my head so, I think so?” you replied back. Your uncertainty was obvious and it made Joshua hum in thought as he considered his next move.

“May I try something then?” he asked. When you didn’t immediately respond he took this as a sign to explain himself, “I won’t do anything crazy I promise, I’m just curious to see if you like it is all. You took a moment to think about it, a bit overwhelmed with all the new attention but also curious as to what he meant. You quickly decided that you trusted Joshua and you wanted to know what he was planning so you lifted your head from his shoulder so that you could nod. He let out a sigh of relief and nudged you away enough so that you two were facing each other again. His hand reached up to gently cup your cheek and tilt your head to the side, giving him enough access to lean up and press a soft kiss to your cheek. His lips were warm and very soft against your skin, and you swore that you could still feel them there even after he had pulled away. “Well, what did you think about that?” he asked. It was a genuine question, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Joshua didn’t know whether to be worried about your reaction or laugh at how innocent you were. He opted for a middle option though, and stayed silent while watching you to see how you reacted. It took a few minutes of you cupping your cheek where he kissed you and stuttering over your words for you to finally answer him.

“I really liked that,” you whispered. Joshua didn’t hear you at first so he had you repeat it, but once you did he was smiling up at you like you just told him the best news imaginable.

“I’m so glad to hear that, because I really liked it as well,” he said with a laugh, pinching your cheek to make you giggle as well.

“Can I try that as well?” you asked, looking down at him shyly.

“Try what, giving me a kiss as well?” he asked to clarify, unable to stop himself from turning red as you nodded, “of course you can.” Despite his slight blush from you returning his affection, Joshua still turned his head so that you could easily lean down and kiss his cheek. You were really nervous about doing something wrong, so your lips only barely touched him before you were pulling away. Your hand moved to cover your mouth and your ears pressed to the back of your head as you tried to look anywhere but at him. It seemed Joshua appreciated the action either way, though, as he mirrored your previous action by placing his hand over his cheek and looking back at you. You two sat there staring at each other for much longer than you would consider comfortable, both extremely flustered and not knowing what to say. Joshua was the one to finally break the silence, clearing his throat to get your attention. “So, I’d say we probably have another hour or two before Seungkwan comes to steal you away, would you like to learn how to play the guitar?” You perked up and nodded eagerly, earning a soft chuckle from the man as he tapped your thigh, “Stand up real quick so we can adjust to a better position.”

You did as you were told and climbed carefully off of Joshua's lap, standing a bit away from the chair as he sat up. He took a moment to stretch out his legs before adjusting himself and sliding back in the chair. This allowed you to sit down in between his legs and still give him room to move so he could help you with the guitar. Joshua's front was pressed against your back as he placed the instrument in your lap and guided your hands to where they needed to be, his head resting on your shoulder so he could see. You two spent a bit just with you getting used to holding the guitar and plucking at a few strings to hear how everything sounded. Once you were comfortable with that, he began showing you how to play his favorite song, the same one he had been playing earlier. His hands never left yours and helped to guide you while he sang the lyrics softly against your shoulder. You had to admit you still had no idea what you were doing or how to play since he was doing most of the work, but that didn’t matter since you were enjoying the moment with him. Joshua seemed to be enjoying it as well, given you could feel him smiling against you and the way he would try to shift as if to get closer to you. Even if you weren’t really learning how to play the guitar, you would have happily stayed in that moment with him for as long as possible. Unfortunately, that moment did have to come to an end as the sound of the back door and footsteps alerted you to the presence of another member.

“There you are!” You heard Seungkwan exclaim as he walked over, “you guys were supposed to be back inside like an hour ago!” You felt Joshua stiffen behind you, shuffling through his pocket to pull out his phone and look at the time.

“Oh wow it’s that late already, sorry Seungkwan I guess we got carried away out here,” he apologized. Seungkwan was clearly not amused though, crossing his arms and pouting down at the two of you like a saddened child.

“We agreed on a set time for a reason!” he whined, “I already don’t get to spend time with her as is and now the one time I do you’re stealing her from me!” You were a bit confused by what he was saying. Yeah it was true you hung out with certain members more than Seungkwan, but you never knew that he wanted to actually spend time with you either. He was always around with one or more of the other guys so you just assumed he didn’t really have time for you. Then again, you were starting to realize that maybe you had judged some of the guys a bit too quickly. Joshua merely laughed and shook his head as he maneuvered his way around you to stand up.

“Alright alright I’m sorry,” he teased, “she’s all yours.” Joshua carefully took the guitar from you, putting the strap over his head so he could carry it back inside. Careful not to accidentally hit you with it, he reached down to scratch your ear and kiss your head one last time before making his way back inside. Seungkwan looked between the door and you for a moment, confused by the display he just saw but deciding not to comment on it. It only took a second for him to get back to his excitement for spending time with you, walking over and carefully grabbing your hand so he could pull you to a standing position.

“Come on Y/N! I only have until dinner and I want to make the most out of it,” he urged, already walking towards the door before he finished talking. Since he was still holding onto your hand you had no choice but to walk with him as he was still holding his hand and you didn’t feel like being dragged around the dorm.

“Where are we going?” you asked as he led you inside, immediately pulling you down the hall.

“My room,” he replied without stopping, “I didn’t really have a lot of time to prepare since I didn’t know my name was drawn until this morning but we’ll still have a lot of fun I promise!” You hummed softly in agreement and followed him down the hall towards the back where his room was. You hadn’t seen everyones room yet but you had learned from the few you had been in that they were all fairly similar in layout. The biggest difference between them was the way the guys decorated and Seungkwan's room turned out to be no different. It was laid out the same as the other members, though you could see all of the pictures and memorabilia from his past. Seungkwan finally let go of your hand so he could close the door, walking over to one of the nightstands and pointing to the bed. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I’ll join you in just a second.” You nodded despite the fact that he wasn’t looking at you, deciding to look around his room for a moment before actually sitting down on his bed. You noticed that it was a bit softer than the one you shared with Soonyoung, bouncing a bit on the mattress and resisting the urge to roll around on his sheets. You didn’t know if it was your tiger instincts kicking in that made you want to scent each member and mark them as yours, or just because you enjoyed the comfort of the different members. Either way, the feeling of Seungkwan enveloped you as you found yourself falling back against his sheets. You had never really been close enough to him before to get used to how he smelled or his warmth, but now that you were here you were definitely enjoying it.

“Having fun there?” the sound of his voice startled you out of your little trance. Jumping up from your spot, you let out a nervous giggle when you saw Seungkwan standing at the edge of the bed. He had a very amused look on his face as he looked down at you, a laptop resting between his arm and his hip.

“Yeah sorry, I just haven’t been around you much and you smell really good,” you admitted. Seungkwan cocked his head to the side, setting the laptop down on the bed so he could climb on and sit beside you.

“Do I?” he asked, “what exactly do I smell like?”

“It’s very light, but also sweet and kinda citrusy as well, honestly it reminds me of a tangerine,” you explained with another giggle. Seungkwan seemed very amused by your analysis, poking his lip out a bit as he contemplated what you said.

“You’ve been around me for a few minutes and you can tell all of that? That’s kind of impressive,” he said.

“Is it? I thought it was normal to catch onto people's scents?” you questioned.

“Maybe for a hybrid but we can’t really smell any of that. Like yeah I can smell perfumes and all of that but otherwise it’s just normal to me. I’m not even wearing anything right now and you can point it out so easily.”

“So that’s why it’s so light,” you commented, making him laugh a bit and shake his head.

“Do we all have a unique scent to you then?” he asked, to which you nodded, “who’s your favorite?”

“I don’t have a favorite,” you responded immediately, “you’re all unique and special in your own way and it’s always comforting.” Seungkwan didn’t verbally respond to your answer, but you could see him smile shyly from the corner of your eye. This was a bit of a different side to the man you had seen when you first moved in, but you had to admit you liked this sweet and shy side of him. Seungkwan seemed to catch on to how quiet it got, grabbing the laptop and turning it on.

“So like I said I didn’t really have time to plan anything, but I was thinking maybe we could just hang out or watch something since we haven’t really gotten to spend time before. I’d offer to play a game or something but the others kind of took over the living room,” he explained. He sounded a bit unsure of himself which made you relax a bit more. You also had to admit the way he was acting was pretty cute and made you want to curl around him. Once again it didn’t take long for your instincts to kick in, scooting closer to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. The action startled him, causing him to yelp and jump a bit in your hold. It worried you a bit that maybe he wasn’t comfortable with you being close to him, but you soon felt him wrap his arm around you in return. “Maybe a little bit of warning next time you want to hug me okay, I thought I was going to die just there,” he teased, dramatically holding his hand over his heart. You couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic he was as you snuggled closer against him.

“Sorry I promise next time I’ll announce when I plan on hugging you,” you teased back. The tone of your voice made him scoff and roll his eyes.

“Alright I see how it is then,” he mused, “maybe I don’t want to spend time with you if all you want to do is make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you! You’re the one who started it!” you argued, poking at his side playfully. The action made him gasp and quickly cover his hand with his mouth to keep from laughing. Unfortunately for Seungkwan though, your sensitive ears still picked up the sound. Curious about his reaction, you decided to continue poking at him while your other arm stayed wrapped around him. Seungkwan gasped again and began to squirm a bit as you tried tickling him, removing his hand from his mouth as he grabbed your wrist.

“I wouldn’t continue this if I were you,” he warned. You looked down at where he was holding your arm then back up at his eyes. His expression was firm in his warning but you could still tell after a moment that he wasn’t being serious. Seeing that, you decided to do the opposite of what he said and decided to test your luck.

“Yeah, or what?” you challenged as you moved your free hand to tickle him again. Seungkwan yelped and let you go so that he could grab at your other arm. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched him try to fight you off. He struggled for a few moments before finally getting the upper hand and pulling you off of him.

“Alright then, you asked for it,” he exclaimed. Before you had time to react Seungkwan had turned and pushed you so fell on to your back. He sat on your legs, just above your knees so you couldn’t get away, and moved both of his hands to tickle at your sides. Any chance of staying quiet left the second he began tickling you, the movements causing you to erupt into a fit of squeals and giggles. Your head shook and your hands frantically reached out to try and push Seungkwan off of you but to no avail. He was clearly stronger than you and, even if he hadn’t been, his position gave him the upper hand so you had no chance of fighting him off. Seungkwan continued his movements until you were practically out of breath, laughing loudly himself at your desperate attempts to pry him off of you. “Not so tough now, are we Kitty?” he teased once he finally let you go. You tried your best to glare at him but failed as you tried to catch your breath, a few more giggles leaving you as you calmed down.

“No fair,” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest as you tried to glare up at him. Seungkwan mimicked your expression and voice for a moment before sticking his tongue out at you.

“You started it, I just played along,” he pointed out. You wanted to argue but knew there was no winning against him. Instead you pouted and turned your head away with a dramatic huff, keeping your arms crossed over your chest. Seungkwan chuckled softly and reached down to run his hand through your hair, humming as you melted immediately into his touch. “I’m sorry, okay? Here how about I make it up to you with cuddles and we can watch a movie?” he suggested. You tried to pretend to be mad but the twitching of your ears and tail gave you away almost immediately. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” he said as he climbed off of you. You sat up and watched as Seungkwan pulled up a random movie on his laptop and returned to his previous position on the bed, practically laying down with one of the pillows propping him up. Once he was comfortable he looked over at you and opened his arms as an invitation for you to snuggle up to him, which you happily did. You curled up against his side with most of your top half laying on his chest. Seungkwan responded by immediately wrapping his arm around you, rubbing your lower back as the other moved to run through your hair. It was a bit knotted now since you had been moving your head against his sheets so he was careful not to pull on it too hard.

Unlike his previous actions while tickling you, his pets were gentle and had you nuzzling into him almost immediately. Your head pushed against his hand and your cheek rubbed against his chest. Seungkwan had still been a bit stiff when he first laid down, but he also seemed to relax as he felt you melt against him.

“You’re really snuggling up there,” he pointed out as he twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers.

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked.

“Not at,” he assured, “I just didn’t expect it since we never really spent time together before.”

“I like cuddles, and you’re pretty good at them so I can’t complain,” you stated. Seungkwan stayed silent at that, but you decided not to comment on it. Though you did maneuver yourself just enough so that you could look up at him and see his expression. His cheeks were red and his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he locked eyes with you. Deciding to test your luck and what you learned from Joshua earlier, you leaned up just enough to press a kiss to his jaw before curling back up. Seungkwan's breath hitched and he had to keep himself from jumping and knocking you off of him. He was obviously taken aback by your actions and you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not.

“I…what was that?” he questioned after a moment of trying to regain himself. The question had you whimpering and curling up a bit, wondering if you had made a mistake.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What? Oh no not at all,” he quickly reassured you, “I just didn’t expect it that’s all. I didn’t realize you were this affectionate.” You didn’t answer him, keeping your gaze down at his chest which he obviously noticed. Seungkwan sighed and shifted slightly, tapping on your shoulder until you looked at him, “I can’t speak for the other guys obviously but you can be as affectionate with me as you want okay? I may get startled a bit at first but I promise you I like it just as much.” You tilted your head a bit as you listened, blinking softly at him as you tried to process what he was saying.

“Are you sure?” you asked, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that they were okay with this attention from you. If you had tried to initiate anything like this with your previous owners, they would have thrown you off of them in a heartbeat. The fact that not just one of the guys, but a majority of them allowed you to curl up with them on a daily basis was a welcomed change, but you still needed to get used to this.

“Hey I know I joke around a lot but I promise I’m not actually mean!” Seungkwan exclaimed with a pout, “unless it’s to the guys but that’s not the point. You’re different so whenever you want my attention you just tell me okay? Besides I didn’t get to spend much time with you since Soonyoung keeps hogging all of your attention so I have a lot to make up for.” As if to prove his point, he sat up enough that he could pull you into a hug, placing multiple quick kisses on both of your cheeks before letting you go and laying back down. You giggled at the attention and playfully pushed him off of you, allowing him to pull you down so you were laying on his chest again.

By this point a third of the movie he was playing had passed but neither of you were paying attention to what was happening. Instead it served as background noise as the two of you cuddled up with each other, just enjoying the warmth and love of the moment. You closed your eyes to focus on his scent and heartbeat and eventually ended up falling asleep on his chest. Seungkwan had noticed the moment you dozed off, continuing to pet and watch you for a little bit. He half debated turning off the movie so you could rest quietly but he was too afraid of waking you up to move. Instead he decided to finish the movie by himself while you slept, letting it turn off by itself as he held onto you and slowly began to drift off himself. The feeling of you curled up on his chest and the soft rumbling noise you made as you slept relaxing the male more than he thought was even possible.

The two of you were woken up a few hours later by a giggling Jeonghan, the male shaking you hard enough to wake both you and Seungkwan.

“Well good morning sleepy heads,” he cooed as you both opened your eyes, “sorry to wake you but dinner is ready. Everyone else is already eating so I would hurry up if you want food.” You groaned softly as you sat up, taking a moment to stretch and properly wake up. Jeonghan couldn’t help but laugh at how you looked, half asleep with your shirt and hair a complete mess. It was an adorable sight and, if you were more awake, he probably would have shaken you with how cute you were. Seungkwan sat up behind you after a moment, looking almost identical to you.

“We’ll be done in just a moment,” he muttered, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Jeonghan huffed a bit and shook his head.

“Alright, don’t take too long then or you know Mingyu will steal your food,” he teased, leaving the room so you and Seungkwan could have a moment. The second the door closed you felt the other males arms around you, pulling you against him as he hid his face in your neck.

“I know that probably wasn’t the most fun way to spend your day, but that was nice. We should do this again sometime,” he muttered against your shoulder. You couldn’t help the wide smile that made its way onto your face as you nodded.

“We definitely should.”

Dinner went by in a blur, half of the members having already left while the others stayed to question how the day went. Jeonghan had mentioned something about them having drawn the names of the next two members but you hadn’t been able to pay attention since Soonyoung and Seungkwan had started bickering the second the younger had sat down. You only had enough time to finish your meal before Soonyoung was literally picking you up and carrying you away from the table. All you could do was wave goodbye to the guys as Seungkwan shouted at the man carrying you for hogging all of your attention. If Soonyoung had been listening though, he didn’t make it known as his movements never faltered.

You soon found yourself sitting in the middle of your bed, freshly showered and dressed in your pajamas as you waited for Soonyoung to finish getting ready for bed. Given you had just woken up from your nap with Seungkwan, you weren’t really that tired. Instead of curling up like you usually did, you found yourself playing games on his phone and thinking back on the day you had. There were quite a few moments that stuck out to you, but your thoughts were occupied with how the guys had reacted to kisses. It was honestly new territory for you so you really didn’t understand how this worked or why they had reacted the way they did. Of course you weren’t naive and knew that it was an act between people who loved each other, but you didn’t know if that applied here. Did the guys love you? Did they all want affection for you like this? Were you pushing your boundaries now? Honestly you had no idea, and you hated how much the thought weighed on you.

“I know that look, what are you thinking about?” looking up from the phone, you saw Soonyoung looking down at you with a concerned gaze. His hair was still wet from his shower and he had changed into his pajamas, the water dripping from his bangs and making dark spots on his shoulders. You bit at your lip as you tried to think of how to explain your thought to him, shrinking down with a defeated sigh.

“You love me, right?” you asked. Soonyoungs eyes widened at the question, staring down at you in a mix of pain and shock.

“Of course I do,” he exclaimed as he climbed onto the bed beside you, “I’ll always love you, as will many of the guys. Why would you ask that?” He placed his hand on your shoulder as he asked, giving it a gentle squeeze to try and comfort you.

“It’s dumb but, when you love someone you give them kisses, right?” the question felt worse now that you finally asked, but there was no taking it back now. Soonyoung was extremely confused by the question, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he tried to think of what to say. You quickly took advantage of his silence to explain to him, “It’s just that Joshua had asked about kisses and then when I gave one to Seungkwan he seemed startled so I was worried I may not be doing it right.” It all started to make sense to Soonyoung now, the male letting out a soft “oh” of realization.

“Did they say they didn’t like the kisses?” he asked, to which you shook your head. “Well then you didn’t do anything wrong. Kisses are something you give to people you care about. Yes, as long as you both enjoy it you aren’t doing anything wrong.” You felt relieved as he said that, starting to like the idea of using kisses to show your appreciation to the boys.

“Do you like kisses then?” you asked, making him laugh.

“I love kisses, and I would love kisses from you even more,” he assured, pressing a kiss to your forehead to prove his point. His lips lingered against your skin for much longer than the other two, going back in for a second one before suddenly pulling away. The room went quiet and you watched as something changed in Soonyoungs expression before he returned his attention to you. “Y/N, have you ever had a proper kiss before?”

“A proper kiss?” he nodded softly at your question.

“Those are the kisses you give to people you really love,” he explained, “would you like me to show you?” You had a good idea of what he was talking about, biting your lip again as you slowly nodded. Soonyoung smiled softly and copied your action, nodding as his hand reached out to cup your cheek. His thumb stroked your skin as the other hand moved to grab one of your own. He took a moment to analyze your expression, searching for any signs of discomfort before moving in and connecting your lips. You exhaled sharply at the contact but quickly relaxed, doing your best to copy his movements. Your hand gripped his and your other went to rest on the back of his neck, letting your eyes close to enjoy the sensation. This kiss was way different than the others, Soonyoungs lips still soft but also a bit more firm. Your senses were overwhelmed by him and yet you didn’t want to pull away. He was the one who finally broke away from the kiss, placing one last peck to your lips before backing up completely and smiling shyly.

“How was that?” he asked, letting go of your cheek to rub at the back of his neck.

“I loved it,” you responded immediately, causing his smile to widen.

“I did too,” he giggled softly before glancing at the clock, “now what do you say we get into bed. I know you’re not tired so you can use my phone more as long as you plug it up before falling asleep.” You wordlessly agreed, grabbing the mobile device and climbing onto your side of the bed, Soonyoung getting in as well and hugging you from behind. “Goodnight Y/N,” he whispered with one last kiss to your cheek, causing you to curl up a bit.

“Goodnight Soonyoung.” As you felt him slowly relax and drift off you allowed yourself to think about your current circumstance. It was fascinating to think that just a few days ago you probably would have shied away from everyone still, but now it felt like you were becoming part of the family. You were still unsure of what the future held but one thing was for sure, you were really excited to get close with the rest of the members.

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