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sebastianwallows · 1 year

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Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader

WARNING: 18+ smut, dark!sebastian,

NOTE: Anon request for "Seb + lust potion". Everyone is aged up! Tbh I don't know how I feel about how this turned out

Sebastian wasn't innocent at the beginning or end this quest. He had taken an interest in the dark arts since his 4th or 5th year at Hogwarts. He was driven by his parents ceaseless curiosity while they were alive and later in life by trying to cure Anne. After everything happened with his uncle and everyone involved chose to spare him the justice of the wizarding world, he toned it down.

That didn't mean he let go of it entirely. He continued to explore things that could be considered "dark arts" but things that could be used day-to-day or at least when it was convenient. Currently, he was in his home at Feldcroft, alone without Anne or Solomon to be his keepers.

He drank a bit too much Dragon Barrel brandy, especially for someone trying to accomplish what he was. He wanted to modify a draught of Amortentia in a way that made it more than some temporary infatuation, but a way that made someone painfully lustful. And the someone he wanted to give it to was you.

You were the only person who was really in his corner anymore, but he hadn't been able to think straight since he'd officially lost everyone else. He hadn't been able to settle with all of the guilt and fear that any day one of you would just turn him in. So, he had taken to drinking and being a degenerate no matter how much you tried to save him.

If you knew his secrets, maybe you would finally turn your back on him for good, but for now, you couldn't help that you loved him all these years.

Sebastian's problem was now that in the midst of his drinking and scheming, he took the Amortentia himself as opposed to having more of his brandy. He passed out shortly afterward, at least making it to his couch. Which is where you found him in the morning.

You had come as you did every morning to make sure he at least ate one meal without booze. You came over sleepy and with just a knitted shawl to cover your night dress. It wasn't as if Sebastian was ever aware enough to notice you anymore, not like the hungry glances you used to see from him. And it was always dark when you wandered over from your stay, getting ready for the rest of your day in Sebastian's home.

When you came in the first thing you noticed was that he hadn't even made it to bed last night. It made you let out a sad sigh. You weren't cleaning up the mess of potion bottles he left out for god knows what, he could deal with that on his own, but you at least planned to wake him up.

"Sebastian..." your voice was soft as you shook his shoulders, unable to be anything but tender with him despite everything.

He heard you and groaned. He expected his skull to be throbbing from last night, but he felt really confused when the blood rushed to a different head. His eyes shot open and he startled the both of you, making you stumble to a seat right next to his knees.

"Sebastian?! What the hell did you drink last night?" He figured that out about as soon as his eyelids felt heavy looking at you. He could see the outline of your breasts, your hips, your curves; he could see everything through your thin gown and felt like he was going to explode. Did you always come over here like this? Is he that stupid to not have taken you yet?

His thoughts wandered all over the place as you placed a hand on his chest in worry. "Sebastian? Are you in there? What's wrong?" You hadn't seen him look this sober in a year or two honestly.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, running a hand threw his hair before he propped himself up, face just inches from yours.

"I-yeah, I just had some really strange dreams. I don't know what happened last night."

You crossed your arms, ignoring the lure of his rough morning voice before scolding him, "Well, I'm not cleaning up whatever all this is. I'm not your maid."

His maid? Is that really how you felt? You stood up, shuffling over to his kitchen to get hot water started. His jaw nearly fell to the floor as he saw your entire silhouette through your gown; with the way, the sun was shining it was like you were delivered to him on a silver platter.

He couldn't think straight. He was thinking about how constricting his pants felt, how hot his skin was, how much he wanted to practically eat you alive.

He stood up to stretch before he followed after you like a puppy. He peeled his old shirt over his head without a care. He felt like he was going to melt with it sticking to him.

When you turned around to meet him you had to work hard to contain your expression. You were looking right into his chest with how tall he'd gotten. All you could see were fleshy arms and chest just absolutely covered in freckles.

"Wait," you looked up at him, unable to contain your surprise as he spoke, "I know you're not my maid. I know how much you take care of me here," he used his fingers to swipe some loose hairs from around your face, "let me be your maid today."

You couldn't contain your laughter at how goofy he sounded. It made him a little bit angry, he just wanted to say whatever would get you to let him ruin your soft skin and he couldn't even manage that right anymore.

"Sebastian, I don't know what's going on today, but just go do whatever you do."

You waved him off, attempting to turn back towards the kitchen when he grabbed your wrist tightly, "I can run your bath for you?"

He dropped to his knees in front of you, looking up at you through his lashes as he brought your hand to his cheek.

"Please. I know I've been a burden, I've been - I've been bad, but I want to help. I want to do better by you."

You eye him strangely, unsure of what is going on. You've seen his charades and empty promises before and this definitely sounded like that. If you didn't know better you would almost think he was trying to seduce you in some weird way, but that would be a first.

"Seb. I love you dearly, but I don't know what you're doing and you know I don't trust you."

He groaned, dropping your hand, leaning his head against your legs. He was completely unable to resist running his hands along the back of your calves.

"Okay, you know how I go to Penny's Pub."

"Yes, Sebastian, unfortunately I do."

He started speaking again, standing up slowly as he did and caressing your curves the whole way up, he decided to play the helpless card, "I'm embarrassed," he intentionally avoided your gaze, " some woman I never met bought me a drink and I didn't feel so good so I came back here."

He was really trying to playing it up as he ran his fingertips up and down the back of your neck, "But I, I think she slipped me a lust potion. It's some gross modification of Amortentia."

He avoided your gaze, the redness in his cheeks in ears made it seem like he wasn't lying through his teeth.

"O-okay and what am I supposed to do?" The rise and fall of your chest came quicker, "You got yourself into this mess, it's nothing to do with me."

You did your best to brush him off, not wanting to give in to whatever game this was. Even if it was true, it didn't mean you owed him anything. He wasn't the Sebastian you used to know.

You attempted once more to turn away from him, but his grip along your jaw tightened. "I need you," he spoke aggressively before his lips met yours in a crushing kiss.

You placed your hands on his chest in attempt to push him back, but he responded by pinning you to the counter, tilting his head so he could speak low into your ear, "I know you need this too," his hand drifted to your skirts, dipping beneath to trace the skin of your thigh, "you can fight me, but I know I'll find you dripping underneath of here. I need the tight little pussy I've never been strong enough to take."

You could feel him drifting closer to the wetness you were ashamed of, you squirmed, but it made no difference. You could feel how stiff he was against you, how his hot commanding breath felt on your neck. "I can't hold back anymore," he whimpered, almost sounding sorry and pathetic for what he was about to do. His fingers passed through your slick folds, smearing it around to press a lubricated thumb to your clit.

"Sebastian..." You gave yourself to how good it felt, hands turned to fists as you clenched onto his pecs.

"I've been so stupid. Could've had you drooling on my cock like this the whole time." You let out a sharp moan of disappointment as he took is hand away before hoisting you onto the counter top.

He looked at you sinfully, your flushed demeanor of want and fear, your rumpled clothes splayed out over your legs you didn't even know you were spreading. He couldn't contain himself as he growled low in his throat, taking the collar of your gown and tearing through the buttons. He yanked harder still until the skirt tore straight in half.

There you were, naked, swollen, soaking, torn between the "no" you know you should give him and the fact that you can't seem to open your mouth open.

"You're so fucking perfect," for a few moments he couldn't bring himself to do anything besides stare and drink you in, "I'm going to leave bruises here," he palmed the skin of your hip, over the curve of your belly, continuing upwards, "and here. Maybe bite marks, maybe I'll leave my seed here to stain you," he flicked his fingers across your nipple, massaging the warm flesh.

He took the step forward to be directly between your legs, pinning your wrists to the counter top. He looked right into your eyes, "I might tie these up to mark them up too. So everybody can see what you let me do."

He knelt in front of you, his blown pupils never looking away from yours as he grabs you by the thighs and pulls you into his mouth. His lips cover your mound, tongue tracing your folds before flicking across your clit.

Your mewls and moans drive him to keep going and work harder, sucking on the sensitive nub and digging his fingers into your thighs. He looked beautiful between your legs, a mess of auburn hair with freckled fingers holding you hostage to his assault.

"Sebastian, Sebastian, I -" Your legs clenched and he gripped you hard to keep you from closing them, he knows your close. He's nearly done in for himself with your taste and scent, he felt like you could be his last meal and he would die a happy man.

When he feels the final tension from your legs he completely releases you, standing up and holding you by the hips. You nearly have tears in your eyes from how close you were when he denied you of it. You could see his damp mouth and chin just inches from your face.

You flinch when he swipes a finger through your folds before bringing it up to your lips. You feel embarrassed to smell and see your arousal. He uses his clean hand to drag your chin down and force your mouth open, "Taste how dirty you are, Y/N. You've been so needy for me this whole time."

You can feel the tears of frustration about to come out as you let him pop his finger into your mouth, forcing you to clean it all off.

"I bet it hurts to be so pent up, so close, but not able to get what you want," a wet slap echoes through the room as you bite your lip to hold back your pleas, "that's how you've made me feel this whole time. Trouncing around in a harlot's clothes, waiting for someone to stop being a gentleman," he chuckled darkly, "but I bet you didn't expect it would be me who would torture you."

You can't find any words as you see the look of nothing but lust on his face, he has no compassion for you right now, he's thinking only of doing all the things he's wanted for so long.

You find yourself slightly surprised as he lifts you up to carry you into his bedroom where he tosses your bare form onto the bed. You feel like prey with how he looks down at your form.

Yet you can't find it in you to look away as he pulls his belt from his trousers first, then unfastens the button to allow the to hit the floor, taking his undergarments with them.

He's bigger than you anticipated. His cock is swollen looking as if it's about to burst at any moment as he crawls between your legs to pin you down. You yelp as he pulls you by you hips to meet his cock, grinding against you while he covers your lips with his.

The kisses are sloppy as his tongue traces patterns on your lips before you let him in, he pulls at your lips with his teeth leaving bitten flesh before you finally let him inside. They're suffocating and intoxicating all at the same time, every sensation feels like it's magnified at this point.

You wrap your arms helplessly around him, feeling his pulse through his biceps and the tensed muscles along his back. He moves down to your breasts leaving a trail of bites while you rut against each other for relief.

He pulls back to take in the full site of you before positioning himself at your entrance. He wants to see you fall apart when you have the full force of him inside of you. Without any time to react he thrusts himself into you, the room filling with the sounds of moans and wet skin.

All he cared about was how you practically swallowed his cock. You were wet and needy and he felt like he could have cum on the spot, but he wanted to hold back. He wanted to make you sore, to show everyone what he had done to you.

He fucked you relentlessly with one hand braced on your hip and another he moved down to play with you once more. He needed you to like it whether you wanted to or not. He needed to know he made you finish with the full force of his cock and his fingers.

You could see how flushed he was in the face and chest, clearly holding back. You couldn't deny how attractive he was as he pounded in and out of you. As you noticed all the freckles on his body in place you had never imagined they'd be; the way his hands looked pressing into your skin almost painfully.

The way he looked down at you with hooded eyes, intent on leaving you destroyed as he fucked you and fought to give you the orgasm he so abruptly took from you earlier.

You felt it building in your stomach and pulled Sebastian down on top of you, feeling greedy to want to feel his weight all over you when you came crashing down. You felt it through your stomach like electricity as you squeezed your legs around him crying out nonsense from the pleasure.

When he realized you were there he picked up his pace, allowing himself the permission to release right inside of you. He grunted and you could feel him so deep inside that you thought you were going to fall apart. He had wanted to shoot his ropes of cum all over you and see you as his crumpled-up little mess, but he didn't have the strength to do it.

He collapsed against you and you both breathed heavily together. He didn't know if the potion made these things any more intense, but he felt like he could see stars from how hard he had just finished. He clutched at you a little more gently than before, nuzzling into your neck.

"Y/N..." your name fell off of his lips in a deep sigh. The smallest bit of guilt settled in with him now that he was 100% not under the influence of anything else.

You let yourself play with his hair softly as he spoke up, "I need to tell you something."

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow smut #dark!sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut

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flametrashira · 4 months

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To celebrate finishing my first semester of grad school, may I request some hcs for Speed-o-Sound Sonic? I watched opm because of your fic about him and I've been brainrotting ever since.

AN: You are literally my favorite person in the world today. Thank you thank you thank you! I cannot tell you how happy seeing this ask made me! I love SoS Sonic so fucking much it's unreal and I'm always down to write about him. Also congratulations on finishing your first semester!

Pairing: Speed-o-sound Sonic x f!reader

Content Guidance: NSFW.

Speed-o'-Sound Sonic NSFW Headcanons

Sonic grew up in the Ninja Village, where emotion was seen as weakness to be beaten out of him. He's also a rebel, so when he falls for you it feels forbidden, and that makes him want you more.

He falls for you with the same intensity he falls into rivalry with Saitama. He's used to being feared and despised, or even just called a creep, so the poor guy is a goner when he realizes you like him back.

It doesn't matter that you live on the 25th floor of your apartment building (and he could easily take the elevator,) Sonic is climbing through your window at night to see you.

He perches on your window ledge, purple scarf flowing majestically behind him for a moment before he steps gracefully down into your bedroom.

"I was just passing by and thought I'd call in." Completely omits the part where there are three squad cars and two A class heros searching for him because he just threw an exploding shuriken into a crowd thinking he saw that caped baldy.

But getting to spend time with you is a pleasant way to lay low.

He'll never admit it but he's so grateful of the nights you ask him to sleep over. He's perfectly capable of sleeping in trees or in abandoned buildings, but having a comfortable warm bed to snuggle his soft, warm girlfriend in is heaven.

But he'll demonstrate his gratitude. He'll literally spend the night on his knees for you if you wish it.

He's a switch; he will absolutely torment and taunt you as a dom and be the prettiest, brattiest, most satisfying to break sub.

But he'll also be absolutely satisfied with no dom/sub dynamic at all. To be honest, he soaks up any kind of affection or pleasure he can because he knows he isn't supposed to.

He's also unexpectedly snuggly. You'd think being a ninja assassin would make him cold and calculating, but he's never been good at switching off his feelings.

As for sex, as you'd expect, he likes it fast.

In fact, he can move his body (or parts of it) so fast he can vibrate. Which is... handy.

And he loves doing this to you, making his hands or his tongue move at super sonic speeds to get you off. (Saitama could never)

Quickie king.

However, you want to wreck him (of course you do) slow... way... down.

get on top of him and ride him so slowly, pinning his hands to the bed. He's so whiny and vocal, begging you to go fast and to let him cum. But he loves it if you keep teasing and drag it out as long as possible.

Kiss his scars and let him know he's safe and adored.

His hip bones are so ticklish but he melts if you kiss them. It makes him gasp and squirm.

He's very flexible so he'll find a way to make pretty much any position work.

Now, obviously I need to talk about his balls. Those poor things took a beating and tbh he was absolutely traumatized by it.

It takes a while before he's comfortable with you touching them. You should feel honored when he does; it means he trusts you completely.

When you lick and suck them he can't keep his ass on the bed. His back arches so prettily.

His whimpers are the most beautiful, desperate sound you will ever hear.

Sonic likes to have you cockwarm him while he meditates. His goal is to remain completely calm, not reacting at all to the way your pussy throbs around his cock, focused only on his goal of surpassing his enemies. Of course he crumbles every single time. He can't resist you.

Sit in his lap and cockwarm him face-to-face, kissing his neck while he tries to remain focused. He will crack so quickly.

One day he realizes he doesn't try to hide his smiles around you. You just bring them out of him so easily.

And you realize he's been sneaking in through the window every night for months so he may as well just have a key. That touches him immensely. It means the world to him to have a place where he belongs, to be trusted and loved that much.

He still sneaks in through the window.

#speed o sound sonic #speed o' sound sonic x reader #speed o sound sonic x reader #speed o' sound sonic #speed of sound sonic #speed o sound sonic smut #one punch man sonic x reader #one punch man #one punch man smut #opm sonic #Opm sonic x reader #opm smut #opm x reader #opm fanfiction #opm

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richonnesbitch · 29 days

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Any favorite Richonne moments? Rewatching season 6 and forgot about Michonne immediately slamming the woman who punched Rick. I couldn’t help but think how that meme of kevin hart being held is so Richonne coded lmao

Every richonne moment is my favorite moment tbh 😂

I, too, really love when Michonne body slammed that random woman who punched Rick. And it being directly after their first night together makes it sexier. Like that is HER man, she's decided. Like, they're so iconic. Imagine every scene with your ship being their best scene. That's crazy!

But to answer your question I'll name a few of moments I especially love. Some of these are probably underrated, others probably not. It's not gonna be in any type of order because it's too hard to rank lol. But here are five.

1: Taking Judith To Hilltop

Whenever Carl is dying and Alexandria is getting bombed by the saviors, the group decides they need to evacuate to Hilltop. Rick asks Michonne, the person he trusts most in the world, to take Judith to Hilltop. And we all know how much Rick (and Michonne) loves his children so this was definitely a huge thing to ask. I just find it beautiful the amount of trust he has in her. I love that Andy quote where he's like "Rick trusts her with his life and his children's lives." I can't remember the full quote so I'm definitely paraphrasing but it's a great moment. And unfortunately I can't find a picture of the moment either.

2: Mowing Down Walkers with the RDIM

This whole scene is just so crazy to me. It starts off with Michonne annoyed she has to just stand around while everyone else does all the work. Fed up, she decides to ignore Thorne and take charge. She grabs the RDIM and runs and runs and runs pretty far away from everyone else, mowing down walkers along the way. And then all of a sudden who appears next to her? Rick. Do you know how fast he would have to have been running to catch up with her? He's crazy lmao! It's also really sweet in another way too because he knows she might get in trouble for this so he gets himself in trouble with her. Partners in crime! And also im sure he couldn't just let her run into a horde of walkers by herself. Anyway, they mow down the walkers and then Rick sets the RDIM up to explode and grabs Michonne's hand and runs away from the impending explosion with her. And if you notice when they go behind the tree, Rick puts her ahead of himself. He also shields her body with his when the explosion happens. We know what happens next. They start staring into each other's eyes and neither of them are capable of resisting each other so they have a little makeout session complete with tonguing and moaning. Classic richonne. Noticing their connection, Michonne says "come on" referring to how he should leave with her. He warns that "They'll find us, they will." She tells him "we'll make it so they can't." And he's under her spell so of course all his most recent refusal just goes out the window as he tells her "not like this." It ends with a signature forehead touch. I feel like this is a thing richonne generally does when they feel distant from one another. Physical touch is big for them so I feel like the forehead touching is a way to reconnect them I think. It's beautiful. So anyway they head back to the rest of the group to help. Thorne's goofy ass decides that Michonne, or Dana, is more trouble than she's worth and aims her big gun at her. Somehow Michonne's bodyguard Rick notices this immediately. It's crazy how he ALWAYS has eyes on her to protect her. No wonder she said she only feels safe with him. He sticks himself between the gun and Michonne, blocking her from Thorne's view and successfully saving her from being killed. I love seeing how protective Rick is of his lady.

3: Rv Hand Hold

So after their first kiss and first night together, they are tragically robbed of the chance to spend the morning together when Jesus lets himself into their home to speak to Rick. This world moves fast so they don't really get the time to breathe before Jesus and the rest of the group are on their way to Hilltop. Michonne sits bashfully in the passenger seat, wondering if last night meant as much to Rick as it did to her. And Rick notices this (because he always has eyes on her) and eases her mind by grabbing her hand. Of COURSE it meant as much to him as it did to you.

4: Michonne Saving Rick From Winslow

So I've talked about how much I love Rick being protective of Michonne but I also love when Michonne is protective of Rick. Okay so this moment happens when Rick and Michonne are trying to recruit those worthless useless garbage people to fight against the saviors. Their leader (who I'm not naming because fuck that bitch) wants to put Rick to the test like the dumbass she is. To test him, she decides to take him "up, up, up" which is code for "throw you in a hole you can't climb out of with no weapons while a spiked walker comes at you." Michonne, sensing this bullshit, nervously grabs Rick's hand to stop him. She goes to say something but Rick stops her and comforts her. He goes up there anyway and gives Michonne a reassuring nod once up there. The leader says some sort of bullshit to him, I don't know what because I zone out any time she speaks. Anyway she pushes him down the hole. Michonne screams at her "what did you do?!?!" before running to find Rick by looking through a hole. She yells his name and he looks around confusedly for a few seconds before figuring out where her voice is coming from. He lets her know he's okay. And then Winslow comes at him. Again he has no weapon so he frantically tries to climb out but to no avail. Michonne watching this through the hole yells directions to him. "The walls. USE them!" And he does! And it works! Michonne's plan works and she saves his life. It's just a fun example of how Michonne's guidance always helps Rick.

5: Unclenching His Fist

So after a very endearing family fun day for the Grimes family, it sadly gets cut short when Scott (or whatever his name is) delivers the news that some random ex savior (that really no one cares about) got killed by someone. This is bad news and Rick is visibly upset by this. Michonne notices this and reaches a hand out to him.

His hand is closed and she gently opens it.

She not only comforts him but let's him know this burden isn't only his. It's hers too. And that they will get through this together. Michonne has always been able to comfort Rick in a way no one else can and vice versa.

So in conclusion, these are just a few moments I really love and why I love them. Again I wanna say that every moment is my favorite richonne moment so this is definitely not a ranked list. I had to limit myself to just five because I could go on and on and on and on and on and on if you let me 😂 but if you wanna know more of my favorite moments I don't mind sharing them. Thanks for the ask! This was so fun to write.

#michonne grimes #rick grimes #richonne #the walking dead #twd #the ones who live #towl

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greg-montgomery · 1 year

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Okay so absolutely loving your writing sm <3

So I had this idea while, of course, scrolling down the aaron x reader tag so like you dont have to write it if you dont want to but i wanna throw this out here bc otherwise itll stay stuck in my brain

But like reader who is just,, incredibly shy? Like in social situations they put up a front and you would never expect them to be shy because theyre very present and speak up often despite almost blending in the background when quiet. But its a whole other story at home and such?

Like, Aaron notices and first thinks theyre uncomfortable with him but he slowly realizes that this is like, their love language ig and showing vulnerability? Quiet time, acts of service and such yk? Like, they always put up a front and to drop that (not entirely ofc but a decent amount of it) is just the highest form of trust bc theyve been ridiculed for being shy? And the shyness is much more present in the bedroom, especially when he praises them they just get even more shy and hes just so so gentle :(( like asking if theyre okay, going slowly and asking to see them when they hide their face but never forcing them to and just like praising them when they do and the praise kink of them just sticks its head up and its just the purest form of being together? Like, its not rough but gentle and its soft and theres really no other word than making love for it and its all just :(( and the aftercare the man would provide is just AHHH😭❤️

Oh dear im so sorry but i got sucked into the fandom and got obsessed by hotch and then your writing so- this is so long so imma shut up now but i just needed to throw it out there tbh before id explode from all the hotch ideas i have in my mind that im not writing myself or giving to any writer bc what if they think the ideas are weird or too long like rn- but anyway imma shut up have a nice day/night and hydrate <3 (also you might see more of me if you dont mind long ass rants in the middle of it like this one- if you do mind just tell me to shut up im not gonna be mad or anything <3/srs)

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my sweet sweet 🧽 anon <33 this took me a while to write i'm sorry!! i hope you've been well!! i think about you a lot and i haven't forgotten the kind words you had sent to me <3 i hope you enjoy this!! (and ofc i don’t mind long rants i LOVE talking about aaron <3333)

nsfw - minors dni

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“Can I, honey?” you heard Aaron’s words as he wrapped his hands around your wrists.

You had been covering your face as you usually did when your boyfriend went down on you. After making you finish, Aaron had made his way up again, urging you nicely to look at him.

With a nod of your head, you gave him permission to gently remove your hands from your face.

“There you are.” He smiled at you.

“Hi,” you said, softly, unable to keep yourself from smiling a little.

“Hi,” he answered, just as softly. “Do you wanna taste yourself, baby?”

“Mhm…” You nodded, staring at his chin instead of his eyes.

Your own eyes closed involuntarily, as he lowered himself and his lips touched yours. You opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to touch yours. Knowing where that tongue had been before it was inside your mouth, made you even more excited for what was coming next.

Aaron placed his hand on your hip, giving it a squeeze and then moved it down your thigh, wrapping your leg around his body. “Open them wider, sweetheart.”

Only a few moments later, Aaron was inside you, rocking his body against yours, in a pace slow enough to be considered both romantic and tormenting.

“Ah…”

“Good?” he breathed heavily on your mouth.

“So good…”

“I love you,” he moaned, his face now buried in the crook of your neck. He left open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin after every little whine of yours. “I love your body. I love the sounds you make. I love the way you take me like you were made for me.”

“I was,” you sighed, because you really were. There was no man in the world you’d let yourself be this vulnerable around, other than Aaron. Your Aaron.

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #nsfw.#ask #🧽 anon #hotch 🪐

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misc-obeyme · 2 months

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Tbh CC, I don't think MC is still in love with the brothers after everything that's happened,,, thinking about it, it feels more and more like MC is just putting up with the brothers and taking care of them rather than loving them

Imagine MC admitting their love for the brothers died a long time ago and now they're just here to keep things in check, what do you think would happen?

Oh hey Lucifer, bringing me the angst today I see! Ouchies!

I think it probably depends on the MC involved. Generic OM MC is highly tolerant, slightly crazy, and somehow insanely resilient. They've definitely been through a lot and I think it's interesting to note that they have never once had any kind of emotional breakdown. They've had little outbursts here and there, but that's about it.

I think part of this is due to the story format. We've got a situation where MC is a character that doesn't say or do much. They're very reactionary in general.

But if we consider how this same story might go if it was a specific MC, one who was a fully fleshed out character, things can change dramatically. And there is absolutely a chance that MC could fall out of love with the brothers or even not fall in love with them to begin with.

It's kinda funny because I have a preference for the side characters in general and I think it's because they don't need MC to take care of them. The brothers are all very demanding and don't like when MC isn't with them all the time. But the side characters have their own stuff going on and are independent. They're all still hopelessly in love with MC, but they don't rely on MC the same way the brothers do.

But let's consider the scenario where one day MC has reached their limit. They don't explode or anything, but they quietly admit that their love has died and they only stick around out of obligation.

The thing about this is that I think all the brothers would have picked up on it before this moment, but some of them wouldn't know what was happening and others would. For instance, I see Lucifer and Asmo just sorta being like yeah we expected this. Whereas Mammon and Levi would be like okay we knew something was up, but we didn't think it was this!

I think at that point, the brothers would do all they could to change things. They can all be idiots and they get carried away and often cause MC more stress than anything. But I think if they knew how MC felt, that they were feeling this way, they would try to change.

It might not work. These demons are old and old people are often set in their ways. It might be hard for them to change. Then again, they were also created to live as long as they do, so perhaps they're better at adapting than humans are. Maybe they would find it isn't so hard for them to make the changes they need to in order to have MC be more comfortable again.

The problem is that even if they succeed in changing their behaviors, that doesn't mean MC will love them again. No matter what the brothers do, MC won't be able to make themselves love again. It's not impossible, but it's not something that's predictable, either.

I think part of the solution would be MC spending time away from them. Whether that's staying in the Devildom, but living somewhere else such as the castle or Purgatory Hall or going back to the human world, I think it would require some time apart.

I think a lot of times people fall out of love because they change in different directions. So if MC has changed, but the brothers haven't, that could be the cause. It could be that MC and the brothers have both changed, but differently enough that they no longer have that same chemistry from before. And sometimes you just can't fix it.

MC would have to make their choice at that point. If they all spent some time apart, then the brothers actively tried to change, but MC still finds that they aren't in love with them anymore, then MC has to decide. They have to decide if it's worth spending the rest of their life taking care of a bunch of demons who have already managed to survive a long time without them and who will likely live on far after they're gone. If MC is still mortal, they may decide they don't have time for that. Maybe they'll permanently move in to the castle or Purgatory Hall. I think that has a lot of angst potential because they'd still see the brothers a lot, but it'd be like there go my seven exes lol.

Ahhh it's such a sad scenario! And there are a lot of ways it could go, depending on the MC involved. My MC is more likely to lose their shit way before it ever got to this point so I can't even imagine it with them lol. But a quieter MC who feels the responsibility of being everything the demons expect them to be might certainly stick around long enough.

Anyway, this is getting lengthy, but I think it'd be a difficult time for all if this happened. The brothers might try to fix things, but I think in the end everybody would want MC to make the right choice for themselves.

#it's hard not to complain about the story itself #because I think MC would absolutely have had some kind of break down by now #considering all the nonsense they've constantly had to go through #but it's always leave it to me! and let me do the nice thing! and only occasionally I'm gonna break this door down!#anyway #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #avatar0fpr1de #cc mutuals #misc answers

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ganondoodle · 5 months

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you know what i just saw some more of that weird ass reward for getting all shrines in totk, and tbh im still so

what is that?? there are no dog like sentient species in this version of hyrule?? the most is the sonau themselves but they got no tails??? i dont think anything in this hyrule has a tail like that? and sonau legs are pretty normalish human too areant they? they dont even have proper claws, just veguely longer fingernails- i guess there are the statues in the underground that kinda look like it (they dont got tails either tho do they??) but like ,,, theres nothing you can learn about them right? its never mentioned or even hinted at despite there being so goddamm much of the sonau still just up and functioning- their lil "material deposits" in the depths arent even withered beyond some plants growing on them, all their 'tech' (isnt it just .. magic tho? where the mechanism actually? its usually just some stone animated by green swirlies ... but ill mention that in another post) just runs perfectly like it was made yesterday

where does that thing come from?? and its supposed to the the HERO FROM THE TAPESTRY???? huh????? and its decked out in sonau clothing head to toe with clear gerudo refs too?? that so weird bc youd feel like there would have been some mention of this, especially considering that that thing is on the tapestry and impa(was it her? or purah?) RECOGNIZES ITS THE HERO FROM THE TAPESTRY???? like, CASUALLY even?? like a well known fact ?? did i miss some big lore part somewhere that talked about that dog gerudo sonau thing?? and if its on the tapestry that means it wasnt that long ago really (i mean ... all the sonau shit is still pretty much fully intact so arguing that they came and went in the time between totks past and botws past isnt that plausible either imo ..??) o how come you never see anything from that and yet its somehow completely known for them, and you cannot tell me she saw the abstract version of the hero and then looked at that armor and went thats the same bc two colors veguely matched or what?!! also given that its fully clothed in sonau stuff .. like the arms are literally raurus bracelets .. thingies, but then the sonau where supposedly a complete and unknown mystery until it suddendly came all raining from the sky and revealing its been there and EVERYWHERE the whole time apparently? with the most we knew was some flimsyly made stereotypical barbaric armor set in faron in botw? which i guess is also fully undone by totk since it shares absolutely zero in desing to the 'actual' sonau stuff we got in totk

and if it where some sort of descendant from the mix of kids rauru and sonai kinda .. must have had (unless they did away with zeldas bloodline stuff too .. which .. why even call it zelda anymore at this point lol) then again, where did those features come from (like the tail and red hair, the strange googly eyes? is there a mix of goron in there too??) and how was it then not documented or seen anywhere else?? youd imagine the mutant kids of the first tragically dead king and queen of this hyrule would be known in some way .. that is assuming it was that, but given the weird features no other species has still is ... it just doesnt add up

(i had the awful thoguht for a second that it might supposed to mean the gerudo came from that but .. the gerudo are already there LITERALLY the 1:1 same as in the present, just like all the other species ... which is also disappointing as hell, like seriously? not even different feather colors for the rito? literally the same clothing for the gerudo as in botw but white with golden stuff instead?? some vaguely different zora features? idk ? anything? also the hero would never be gerudo, we know only evil comes from that *explodes*)

if its supposed to be a mystery then they absolutely failed in making it any interesting or intriguing but still something that feels like its part of the world, like botw was very good at giving you mysteries you wanted to talk and theorize about that still felt organic, harmonic with the world, but in totk its all either boring answers or just ... completely out of nowhere and just kinda stumps you (in a bad way)

*sighs* yet antoher ramble rant, this game could have had it all, it was right there on the plate in front of them all they needed to do is grasp at it, why wouldnt you ..

totk will never not frustrate me huh ಠ_ಠ

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rants #i dont like it #its so?????#why even touch on that #you did all that to botws legacy and then cant even leave the tapestry alone??#its not even a focus #like #what #you act like botw never happened but then insert this into the whole tapestry thing #its also just kinda boring #like look theres sth people wondered about QUICK make it sonau somehow and also raising more questions (in a bad way)#like theres good kinds of confusion but theres also bad ones and totk imo does it only bad #no thank you id rather forget that thing was ever mentioned in connection to the tapestry

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dulcibella-dreams · 2 months

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A jealous Makoto? How does he feel when SO speaks to other guys? Love your content.🥰

Makoto Yuki/Minato Arisato - Jealousy 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 A/N: NFJDKSKDKKA another request???? I’m going to explode!! I'm so glad you like my content <33 tbh I'm not too sure how I went with this one, i think I fumbled :(( I hope you like it tho anon!!

Makoto has a lot of female friends.

Yukari, Mitsuru, Fuuka, Chihiro, Yuko- the list goes on.

So it would be deemed... hypocritical, for him to dislike it when you gave your attention to a boy that wasn't him.

His gaze wandered across the classroom, landing on you. You were animatedly talking to a friend of yours, a guy he didn't quite know.

Makoto observed the way you laughed and leaned in, your eyes sparkling with mirth. A pang of emptiness settled in his chest, like an unbearable weight.

Perhaps you’d be better off with someone else? Someone like him?

Jealousy creates strong, unwilled feelings of self doubt for Makoto.

His childhood had taught him that affection was rare, elusive and fleeting. If you found a better option than him, logic dictated that you should choose it—discarding him.

He won't ever bring any of this up to you, either.

Not because he doesn't love you or trust you, but because he's afraid to appear controlling when really, he only feels outshone.

So, his next step is probably to enter the conversation, if only for a moment.

If only to interrupt and tell you something, anything- anything to remind you he's in the room. He settles on telling you he's heading home.

Taking in the boy you had been talking to, that emptiness in his chest flared up.

Spurred by the sickening feeling rising inside of him, he somehow feels he should make… a clearer point.

His fingers found your jaw, tilting your head up towards him. Quickly, he gave you a short kiss, though tender none the less.

After a pointed look at whatever guy you were talking to, he'd be off.

While you could be friends with the whole world for all he cared, they better not forget you were his.

#Dulci's asks! ˚⋅ 🎀. ೃ༄#makoto yuki x reader #minato arisato x reader #p3 protagonist x reader #p3 x reader #persona 3 x reader #persona 3 reload #persona 3

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kiwinatorwaffles · 1 year

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hermitcraft x gravity falls crack au where ford lands in hermitcraft season 9 during the king ren arc and realizes there are much more freaks out there than hes ever expected

grian would be like yeah man we're holding a resistance against the king (who is probably possessed tbh imo ngl) because he kept stealing all our money and he told me i couldnt scam people into doing quests anymore. anyway i see that magnet gun you have there. wanna break down this iron door for me? and that just solidifies ford's resolve to not let bill enter his universe because crazy stuff like this could happen to his home

the hermits introduce ford to their own trio of scientists while the royal court is swapping out emeralds in the background and ford instantly interrogates doc about what kind of creature he is and when doc revels that he's a creeper ("get away from me man i could explode you right now") ford just starts asking even nerdier questions about a creeper's anatomy

dont even get me STARTED on minecraft gravity physics. a hermit would break a wood block to make a torch and ford would be like FASCINATING........ the tree stays upright no matter how much you break of it.... and only when the leaves are no longer attached to wood do they break! the gravity in this dimension must be special! i must figure out what is causing this anomaly! and everyones like yup thats a nerd alright

ford ends up thinking the hc dimension is full of strange people just like him but it turns out hermitcraft is just a high concentration of insane guys that do not reflect the rest of their world at all. regardless they invite him to take down the royal court and he has a blast doing so

edit: the fic has been realized

#ill probably end up drawing/writing something for this because this is too funny #literally just an hour earlier i was like ughhh i could never write gf fic i dont have any good ideas #WELL NOW THE IDEAS ARE HERE #kiwi’s calls #hermitcraft #gravity falls #orchard’s library #crossover content: brought to you by kiwinator

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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Keep Me Ablaze

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i cried a little while writing this tbh… i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: death, parent death, mentions of injury, crying, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eighteen- I Know Loss

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The fire bursts forth from Hometree like you dropped a rock into water, burning outward on all sides, a ring of fire.

You eye it wearily, squeeze Neytiri’s hand, your bow long discarded and trampled into your haste to run to safety.

Eytukan runs alongside you, ordering The People out and into the forest, into safety, when suddenly his hand presses into your shoulder and he pushes you away, making you fall into Neytiri.

She catches you, when her father shouts for you to go.

Her face falls, and you watch as she reaches forward, hand on his arm, but he only shoves her away and shouts for her to go again.

“Neytiri!” you shout, the fire seeming all that much closer, the warmth sinking under your clothes, tugging her back.

She stumbles, eyes fixed on her father, but she is his daughter so she turns and squeezes your hand, so tight it’s like you’re her lifeline, and follows you deeper into the forest.

Other Na’vi scramble around you, everyone falling over themselves, tripping over roots and rocks they have known their entire life. Survival will do that to you, you have noticed. The world falls away until this is just all it is. You, your breath, and the prospect of safety.

You can hear people screaming, and then you can hear it. They cut through the sky like birds, shooting towards Hometree as if to catch their prey. But this is nothing natural, nothing normal. This is destruction in its simplest form.

It all explodes behind you like a million little deaths, a million little screams and lives lost. You imagine each plant petal, each inch of bark, all consumed by fire, nothing but ashes in their wake.

The ground shakes under you, like some vengeful god has come to exact justice for a crime you never even knew you committed.

Then, during one hard shake, rattling so deep you feel it in your bones, your heart, your legs give out and you bring Neytiri down with you.

You shout, and your throat feels like it’s been torn it two.

“Go!” Neytiri says, somehow fighting over the ash filling the air, the fear that takes a physical form in your lungs, like charred wood is filling you instead of air.

You manage to bring yourself to your feet, hand falling from hers, and it kicks at something in your heart but the need to live overrides all else.

The bombs explode, booming loud right in your ears, and you doubt you’ll ever get the sound out.

You can see each blade of grass shudder.

Another one comes, and you’re down again, knees scraping against the dirt and grass, stinging like hot wax hitting your skin.

You are forced to start crawling, as dehumanizing as it is, staying low to the ground so you won’t collapse completely when the ground shakes, only stutter.

All you can think about is the ground in front of you, getting away from the flames.

Neytiri stops, and you scream for her, turn back and see her staring up at the burning Hometree, at the pitch black smooth rolling off of it.

Then, the bombs stop.

That’s all it is for a moment, unspoken horror at what’s just happened, heartbeat deafening in your ears.

The leaves fall, so softly, fluttering. They sound like crunching bones. They sound like death.

You had mistaken Neytiri’s understanding for awe, disbelief.

She realized it before you.

And you knew already that Hometree would fall, but you never expected it to fall on you.

The sound of wood creaking fills the air, almost like it’s screaming, sobbing. It has been bombed and now it burns- how can you blame it for falling?

Neytiri stops, and you place your hand on her shoulder.

What are you supposed to do? Run and die? Stay and die? Where do you go? Everything fades into one, Neytiri’s braids swaying in the wind, hitting your face, and you can’t even be bothered to bat them away.

A woman’s scream rents the air, ear-piercing, and you’re shocked back to reality.

You think you scream, Neytiri grabs her hand, a million words traveling through your skin.

It falls slower than you expected. You almost thought it was come crashing down, but it makes sense. How would something that has stood so strong for so many years even know how to fall?

You didn’t know how to burn, not until they showed you.

And it seems Hometree has been taking lessons from the leaves, because it falls, the branches crashing behind you, closing you in, darkness consuming you.

It sounds like a god is stepping on you. It feels like your fire is burning out, your time is up, like you’re dying.

Then, you aren’t.

It all stops, Hometree bouncing a few times from the recoil, until there is no more vengeful god. No falling. Only the after. Only the destruction.

Neytiri stands slowly, staring at the fallen branches of the only home she has ever known.

You can hear the screams, the cries, and all you can do it sit motionless on the ground. The world has fallen before you, and you cannot even speak.

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“Father! Father!” Neytiri calls, and you pant as you trail behind her, smoke in your lungs, eyes to the ground. Debris and small patches of fire are everywhere- and Neytiri cannot protect you and look for her father.

Suddenly, the shouting stops. You look up in the odd silence, the only sound the crackling of fire, before Neytiri starts sobbing.

You startle and look up, side stepping a burning branch. “Neytiri-” but the words die in your throat.

Eytukan lays on his side, something sharp protruding from his chest. A piece of wood, you realize. How cruel is it that he should die from the home he protected so fiercely?

Neytiri turns him on his back, and you can barely stand the sound of her wails through your groans. You don’t know what to do. Do you comfort her? Let her be?

“Daughter…” Eytukan gasps, the Na’vi translating quick in your mind. He raises his arm, hands still wrapped tightly around his bow. “Take… my… bow…” he gasps, like living is killing him.

You cannot imagine how much pain he’s in, how much pain Neytiri is in. Slowly, you come closer, fall to your knees next to her. It’s jarring to see someone so proud and so tall, someone you have looked up to all your life, reduced to nothing by the humans and their pointless ruination.

“Protect The People,” he whispers, and Neytiri cries as she takes the bow from him. He speaks like living is killing him, like it is a chore to breathe, his heart to beat. It is no surprise that his hand falls limp to the ground, his chest falls flat.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasp, because what else are you supposed to do? You wrap your arms around her shoulders, and she falls against you, hands around her father’s bow. “I’m so, so, sorry.”

You breathe deeply, feel like the world is crashing in on you when she turns her head, presses her forehead to yours.

“They’re gonna take me,” you whisper, tears falling down your one face. You grieve for the forest, your mother, for Eytukan and for Hometree. “They’re gonna take me, Neytiri- I’m so sorry-”

“You can’t,” she breathes, her sobs stopping for a moment, her hand digging into your arm. “You can’t leave me,” she pleads, “not like this, my Y/N, you can’t leave me.” But both of you know that you have no choice.

You swallow, force back your tears. You want her to know this, know how you feel. “I don’t know what to do without you, I don’t- I love y-”

“Y/N! Neytiri!”

Even like this, you would recognize his voice anywhere.

You cannot bring yourself to look at him, and you aren’t even sure if Neytiri notices him, to busy in her grieving, in her whispered words for you to stay. You can do nothing but hold her tighter, give her this memory.

Jake’s footsteps crackle throughout the broken forest, and you still can’t look, too scared you’ll regret it all.

You can see him fall to his knees next to the two of you, and he hesitates for one moment, before placing a hand on the backs of your necks.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I’m sorry,” but words will do nothing.

“Get away,” Neytiri sobs.

“I’m sorry-”

“Get away!” she shrieks, tearing herself from you, grabbing her father’s bow and pressing it to his chest. “Get away! Get away from here!”

And you feel it, ever so slowly, like a wave rising.

“Neytiri,” you mutter, and the last thing you hear is her gasp, and the last thing you feel is her hands on you.

You know that when you wake, you will never see her again.

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Neytiri knows she is strong, knows that she has survived much. She has hidden tears for years, pushed aside her emotions in favor for the clan.

Now, her father is dead, and it all comes pouring out. She thinks of her sister, Hometree, the utraya mokri. She thinks of the years alone, without her sister, without Y/N.

She thought she had her back, and then Jake was there, filling her life with his stupid human ways and his stupid face and all that is him.

She thought she had her Y/N back, and then Neytiri heard her name from her lips, and Neytiri’s hands come around her so quick, and she falls to her knees, holding Y/N like she’s everything precious in the world.

And with how much she has lost, she is now.

She gasps, and Jake fades from her mind, and now she is holding her best friend, her mate’s, limp body in her arms, next to her dead father.

She sobs, and she thinks that she will surely run out of tears today.

And then his hand touches Y/N’s head. He caresses it like he’s done before, and Neytiri had smiled when he did it before, but this is not then.

“I’ll protect her,” he breathes, “I’ll protect her.”

But she’s trusts Jake no longer, and his words mean nothing to him.

“I won’t let them hurt her, I promise-”

“Go away,” she sobs, wondering how many times she must repeat it. “Go away, go away,” and she is pleading. She cannot even stand to look at him anymore.

She imagines his ears tucking against his head, his tail dropping low. A part of her that still loves him, that will always love her mate breaks a little, but the stronger part of her is cruel.

Good, she thinks. This is what he deserves.

I still love him, another part of her sings, and she cries more, adds another loss to her list.

She cannot take anymore loss.

But she knows it is inevitable, but now, as Jake’s footsteps fade, as Y/N’s body grows cold, she promises that she won’t let them take from her like this again. She will fight tooth and nail for what is hers, even if all she has is herself and the girl she will always love.

She won’t let them take her, not anymore.

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