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graythegreyt · 1 day

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AU details now I am very interested (you don’t have to)

HI ILLY THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I AM GLAD TO OBLIGE. I'M ASSUMING THIS IS ABOUT MY BUG NOIRE AU LET ME KNOW IF IT'S NOT

So basically. Cracks knuckles. The set-up of the AU is based nearly entirely on two concepts: 1. In the show, Bug Noire cannot stop grinning when she first unifies the Miraculous which I have capitalized on completely and taken to be a consequence of a power rush, and 2. Marinette in this scenario is the only one given both Miraculous, as Master Fu (or perhaps another, more strict order of guardians?) thought that entrusting the two most powerful Miraculous to multiple people was too dangerous.

(GIF taken from the Wiki!)

So in this AU, Mari is Paris' only magic defender, and she is SCARY. She has all the same incredible forward thinking that Ladybug does in canon, but without anyone to support her or protect her, she's gotten used to absolutely tanking damage and pressing on regardless with a wild air of enthusiasm. The unity of the two Miraculous of creation and destruction in this AU are nearly unbearable for mortals to handle; because they, unified, are Gimmi, representation of all of existence, wielding both at one causes interesting consequences.

(Screenshot also from the Wiki :3)

For Mari, that means she's full of a powerful joy and elation to be participating as an active agent of Existence (or Balance) in the universe, but she also revels in destruction and chaos, and every time she transforms she finds it harder to adjust to the more limited understanding that mortals possess. Tikki and Plagg are very worried about her, and Marinette is too, but under careful watch Mari cannot part with the Miraculous and instead presses on-- to her own detriment.

Alya and Adrien, on the other hand, have never met Mari. They're both newcomers to the school, but Marinette as a full-time hero never makes an appearance there. Instead, both Alya and Adrien befriend Nino who is their guiding light. He mitigates Alya's relentless drive to investigate akumas and vouches for Adrien's goodness to the class when Chloe puts it into question. The three grow close, but something's missing.

Alya meets Bug Noire when she's put herself into the battlefield, eager to film the mystery of the akuma and record it to the public on her BugBlog, since Noire herself seldom interacts with the public. Adrien, on the other hand, meets Bug Noire when he's being targeted by the akuma, and his inner desire to help recognizes that Noire, as wild and energetic as she is, seems to be struggling in a way that others don't see.

Noire, drunk on power but still fighting tooth and nail to retain a sense of her identity and her desire for companionship, is ecstatic to speak with Adrien and Alya but tries to keep them away from the fights as much as possible. Adrien and Alya, being themselves, of course don't let this stand and repeatedly put themselves in positions where Bug Noire would be a fool not to rely on them to help wear down an akuma, or evacuate the area, or break an object, or make shaky banter to. This grounds Bug Noire in a way she clings to, and she begins visiting Alya and Adrien not as a Miraculous user but as their friend.

In my head I feel like Alya and Adrien would convince Bug in the end to give them her Miraculous "to inspect" (can we see them!! They're so cool and you can use a break), and Marinette, Tikki, and Plagg would finally be able to speak to Alya and Adrien (and Nathalie and Alya's parents and Nino, presumably) to try to seek out the support they've been lacking after being out in this position. Perhaps this would be the catalyst for convincing the guardians that having multiple Miraculous active is a blessing rather than a needless risk?

Anyways that's all I've got for now!! Thank you for the ask Illy I am giving you a hug

#gray's soapbox #asks #illy 🌠#star emoji for you!!#solitary hero au #miraculous ladybug #bug noire #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #ml tikki #ml plagg #ml gimmi #So many image IDs dies to death #gray draws #long post

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athiestpaladin · 2 days

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my thoughts on who the Wheeler in question is that consists of very repetitive points that just about everyone else has said already

Holly: She was recently recasted, but this could also be so she could be more involved in the disappearance of her family member. Frankly i'm hoping it's not her; it'd be soo fucked considering she would be even younger than Will was

Karen: Had a poster in season 4 although she had maybe the least importance s4 than any of the other seasons?? [s1 and s3 she was there for Nancy and Mike, and s1 she was somewhat involved with the lab's search for El. I can't remember s2, though] So she may have a big role in s5, whether it be in Joyce's position or Will's (I'm leaning towards Joyce)

Mike: not the right amount of letters, but i wouldnt put it past them to go for a lil silly trick. There is a lot going around about him being hurt in the upside down, and while it may be due to him disappearing, it could also be from him trying to save someone else mentioned. I hope it's him so we can see more into his mind, but i'm very doubly since he's meant to take a leader role in season 5 (unless the disappearance is an episode or two at most) [Edit: Vecna harming Mike would deeply affect both of the people he seems to be most after; Will and El]

Nancy: She was given a vision by Vecna, meaning she's already had a run in with him. While this could make it more likely for her to have another run in with Vecna, I think it means the opposite. She was let go very quickly and more or less harm free (if you dont count the mental damage of her seeing her family dead.) This makes it seem like Vecna had clear intentions of, in a way, just playing mind games with her, and will probably leave her somewhat alone since he already inflicted her with something that will stick with her (and possibly drag her down.)

Ted: absolutely not. he wasn't even mentioned when nancy was explaining her vision about her family being hurt. wrap it up.

The most likely characters are Mike and Holly, but I don't really think one is significantly more likely than the other

edit: This Post has changed my mind; it probably will be Holly (I still need a lil view into the Mind of Mike Wheeler

++I heard there are 5 asterisks in the title because the original leak said "blank wheeler" I don't know how true it is but its a cool lil fact if it is

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woennix · 2 months

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every single time i hear slimecicle sing i understand the feeling of being mad at someone's talent bc wdym this man is funny, talented, has good improv, witty, is handsome, a good person, good at acting/roleplay, creating stories, AND a good singer (without barely any training afaik)

#i will actually fight him #i mean this in the most positive way possible hes so cool #just too cool #so cool its frustrating lmao #slimecicle #woe's thoughts #btw i know the ''good person'' part is just as far as we know but it still adds to my frustration bc he seems nice added to all of this #and thats fucked up/j

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horang-07 · 6 months

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FNAF SPOILERS! SCROLL! TALKING ABOUT THE SPRINGLOCK SCENE!

i’ve seen so many people discussing the springlock scene in both negative and positive ways and i think it brings up really cool points about how matthew played that scene and balanced fan expectations with his own characterisation.

i think the discussions around this movie have rlly exposed the disconnect between fanon and canon in fnaf, especially talking abt the core games in isolation, bc frankly in the game universe (ignoring the books) we get Very Little characterisation for William other than the obvious, but Matthew managed to add so much in the way he talks and his body language.

in the reveal scene, we see afton at arguably his peak. in his first scene, he comes off as somewhat demeaning and judgemental until he recognises mike’s name, at which point he seems to have this nervous energy, rushing to cover it up but stumbling slightly, his reaction to the tables being turned even slightly is massive.

this is a man who committed multiple mrdrs in essentially broad daylight, hid the bodies in the most obvious place, and still got away with it, and then kept the crime scene as a trophy of his actions, and an ongoing prison sentence for his victims. he has been in complete control for decades, and is confident that he can deal with any kind of threat quickly. his confidence in his reveal is palpable

it changes when vanessa shoots him. the whole parallel with vanessa and the animatronics is hugely interesting too- how william refers to the animatronics almost endearingly as “kids” when he wants them to obey, how both vanny and the animatronics have an unearned loyalty to him, almost a pseudo-adoption through what he did to them, taking them from their parents and keeping them under his thumb, forever stuck as naive, forgiving, obedient children. vanessa breaking from that control shakes him, but the mask slips back into place almost immediately.

then, he’s outsmarted by the brother of one of his victims, and the child he planned to end next. his pseudo-children turn on him and he can no longer manipulate his appearance or shed his skin to escape. he explodes on them, and his language is incredibly telling that he is being dishonest.

he calls them small, trying to belittle them into submission, even though they are ten feet tall metal animatronics powered by rage. he is grasping at straws to regain control, and failing miserably.

finally, the springlocks go off. the locks in the movie look more like a ribcage, so the first two likely puncture his lungs. they’re slow, and painful, but he doesn’t scream or beg or sob. he grunts and groans, gritting his teeth and only letting out sounds of pain that sound almost involuntary. there is no way in hell he would visibly let himself show weakness or pain in front of these creatures that he believes he has control over. he isn’t brought to his knees until there are eight metal spikes embedded in his abdomen. he doesn’t let the mask fall for even a second, until he literally PUTS THE ACTUAL MASK ON and finally collapses. even then, he’s fighting for consciousness, twitching and writhing with no control over his body. william afton thrives on control, and his soul will not rest until he gets it back.

it’s why he keeps the pizzeria- he always comes back. he can’t help but return to the scene of the crime, putting on his old costume, continuing his killings. he revels in being a constant threat on the horizon. and now, he knows he is going to die, and he knows the suit will bring him back, and noone will be able to get rid of him then. so he puts the mask back on, and waits.

in terms of the sfx- they’re pretty accurate. with stab wounds, you need to leave the knife in the wound as long as possible for best chance of survival, as it stops the blood from escaping. in terms of the springlocks, there wouldn’t be copious amounts of blood as the locks are keeping the wounds filled- which is good because it means a slower, more painful death.

#fnaf #fnaf movie #eden rambles #william afton #matthew lillard #springtrap #five nights at freddy's #fnaf spoilers #idk i thought it was a great scene #ppl just need to manage their expectations of what fnaf 1 Actually Is in isolation #not the years of other media and fandom and lore and theory #we literally saw him get springlocked one time in 8 bit with no audio and four frames. how is this worse in comparison #wanna make another post talking abt how the film explores images vs the reality when you look deeper #specifically abby and her drawings/the drawings at freddys vs mike’s motivation being based on the images he sees in his dreams #and how it’s so perfect for fnaf 1 being a game almost entirely made of just scary images without actually exploring the reality #that these robots are Children and Scared and Lost #tldr the fort scene was necessary

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ladyofthenoodle · 6 months

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fic idea from 2020 that the paris special unearthed from the archives of my brain:

So far, there wasn’t a single thing about this new reality that wasn’t terrible. She was grounded, for some reason, which she didn’t know about, and was therefore double grounded for breaking the rules of the grounding. Which she hadn’t known about!

To make matters worse, when she’d gone to text Alya to complain about the unfairness of it all, she realized she didn’t have Alya’s number. In fact, she didn’t have anyone’s number except her parents, Nadja Chamack, her grandmother, and someone called The Supreme.

She next turned to Tikki to vent, but when she checked her (admittedly cool) purse, she found her kwami wide-eyed, terrified, and most horrifiyingly, muzzled—which Marinette couldn’t figure out a way to undo.

So she was stuck in the bakery on a Saturday morning with angry parents and no one to talk to and no ideas on how to get out of the worst version of Paris possible.

Which is when Adrien Agreste’s bodyguard walked in. Brief hope flared in her heart before extinguishing just as quickly when she saw he was alone.

Which she should’ve expected. With how awful this world was, she wouldn’t be surprised if Adrien didn’t even exist here. She couldn’t imagine a world this awful with him in it.

She bagged up the Gorilla’s order with a heavy heart and sent him on his way before looking out the bakery display window with a sigh.

Only to spot Adrien Agreste himself, with an asymmetrical haircut and thick kohl around his eyes, staring back at her. He was different than her Adrien—and she couldn’t say she was a fan of the hair—but he was just as handsome, and his eyes even more striking with the eyeliner.

When he noticed her looking, his eyes widened and his cheeks started to turn pink.

Was he blushing?

Marinette could feel her own cheeks heating up as he stared. She ventured a small, embarrassed wave, and he—he!—

He lifted his own hand, brought it to his lips, and blew her a kiss.

Crash!

Marinette, along with about 300 macarons, toppled to the floor.

“Good morning, Marinette!” said Adrien Agreste, during a time that was decidedly morning but far too early to be described as ‘good.’

She scowled at him.

“Girl, you okay?” said Alya Césaire, who was—who was speaking to her.

Right.

Alya Césaire was speaking to her. Because Alya Césaire, Hesperia’s favorite lackey, was apparently Marinette’s best friend.

And Adrien Agreste was the boy Marinette was in love with.

She plastered a smile on her face. “I’m great, Alya! Super dee duper. Absolutely swell. What a beautiful morning with all the sunshine and the…. morning.”

Alya looked unconvinced.

“And the Adriens!” Marinette added hastily. “I mean, the Adrien. Because there’s only one Adrien and he sure is… here. Hello Adrien! Your face is looking very attractive this morning, because you are an attractive person. And that’s… something positive I can say about you.”

“Thanks, Marinette!” said Adrien with a dopey little smile. She wasn’t sure if he was mocking her or just deeply stupid. If her diary entries were to be believed, it was probably the latter. “Your face is looking attractive this morning as well. Did you do something new with your makeup?”

Marinette had done her makeup the same way she did every day, but she supposed his Marinette opted for a boring girl next door ‘no makeup makeup’ look.

Alya squealed next to her before giving her shoulder an excited squeeze.

Marinette took several deep breaths.

“Yes, I thought I’d try something new.”

Adrien smiled and nodded.

Alya shoved her forward.

Marinette barely managed to restrain herself from sending Alya a patented Toxinelle Death Glare. Instead, she smiled wider at Adrien.

Her cheeks hurt.

“Thank you soooooo much for noticing my makeup. That is a thing I am excited about. I love putting on makeup to impress cute boys, tee hee!”

Adrien’s face fell. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply—I know you always dress for you, Marinette! That’s something I really admire about you.”

His eyes were so earnest, so sincere, and for a second, she almost—

Marinette cleared her throat. “That’s so nice! You can leave now.”

Adrien blinked.

“Bye!” She shooed him.

“Oh, um, bye Marinette,” he said with a sheepish wave, and then he left.

Nailed it.

“Girl, what the actual fuck?”

#miraculous ladybug #ml paris special #miraculous fanfic #marinette dupain-cheng #toxinelle #shadybug #noodles writes

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risuola · 8 months

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hi I hope you’ve been doing well <3 could you possibly write Gojo making female reader! cry during s^x and her using her safeword? basically the aftermath of that as well. tysm 🫶🫶

SAFE WORD — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

Satoru got back home angry and that got him carried away. contains heat, regret and aftercare.

cw: smut, rough sex, usage of safe word and aftercare, reader discretion is advised — 1k words

a/n: hiii anon! thank you, i’m fine! could I possibly write for gojo? yes. no matter what, the answer most likely is yes, soooo without further ado-

Fucking cowards. The higher ups, with that rotting bastard Gakuganji included. Always so mouthy while hiding behind matted veils, always forcing their authority over everything Gojo does, always expecting something that stands against everything he believes in. The hell did they even mean when they tried to order him to hunt down a kid that they think might be a threat. A kid?

“Satoru, slow down-“

And they really thought that he, Satoru Gojo, will jump into action to execute a teenager that probably have no idea what is even happening to him? The boy was at most sixteen. Those assholes, they really fucked up his mood.

You noticed Satoru wasn’t exactly in the right space of mind when he came back home, later than usual, smashing the doors behind him and throwing his jacket off carelessly. It had to be a bad day, you knew him well enough to recognize it and with some amount of certainty, you could tell he got caught up with the higher ups. They had an unparalleled ability to make Gojo loose his cool and you really hated seeing your love so upset, so when he grumbled a little hi against your neck, you took him to bed in hopes to relieve some of the tension.

But Satoru’s mind was somewhere else when he was pounding into you ruthlessly, unloading his frustration with his hips colliding with yours time after time, each one harder, stronger, harsher. His mouth wandered all over your neck and chest, leaving bruises and bite marks and you tried to slow him down by tugging at his hair, pushing at his abdomen and scratching his back, but with no effect.

“Shh, you can take it, sweets,” he mumbled an auto-response, picking up the pace even more and pressing your wrists onto the mattress above your head, somewhat annoyed at the way you tried to push him away. Satoru sometimes forgets how strong he really is, how easily he can overpower you with his looming presence but usually, you can take his rough side with pleasure. You really can, and you also like the harsh attitude he sometimes gives you, so contrasting to his usual playful nature, but now he seemed to forget that if he wishes to be the bad guy he really has to put in effort to prepare you for that. This time, as he got up home so worked up and so in his head, he skipped all of the foreplay, cutting straight to the chase and it might have been still fine if he went slower. But he didn’t.

“Satoru, please, it hu- ah-“ you tried to bring him back from his mind but all it did was to push his buttons more. And when he squeezed your wrists harshly, you felt like your bones might just snap underneath the sheer force of his grip. A tear that rolled down your cheek went unnoticed, as his face was buried in the crook of your neck, leaving purple his marks all over the delicate skin over your racing pulse.

“Pikachu!”

Gojo’s mind snapped to place in a split of a second. Every picture he had in front of his brain dissolved into nothing, as suddenly he became painfully aware of his current position. An endless chain of apologies spilled from his mouth as he pulled out and wrapped both of his arms around your middle, rolling onto his back and cuddling you to his chest.

“I’m so, so, so sorry, baby,” he cooed tenderly, kissing your wrists profusely, then kissing your neck, going over every spot he had left there, surprised to even see all of the bruises and teeth marks showing on your skin, because he didn’t even register when he made them. “God, I’m sorry. I didn’t-“

“It’s alright, Satoru,” you muttered, feeling yourself relaxing finally in his warmth. “I’m alright, don’t apologize.”

“I made you cry, my baby, I’m sorry,” he said again, pulling the covers over your bodies and tucking you carefully.

“Satoru, love, I’m okay,” you reassured, pressing your lips to his chest, trying to calm him down. It wasn’t often that Satoru was in the state of panic and you could feel him sliding into one as he caressed you, afraid that he’s hurt you.

In Gojo’s mind, all what just happened was nearly equal to him straight up beating you and that, he couldn’t forgive himself. How could he get so carried away to hurt you? It didn’t make sense, you didn’t deserve it and so, afraid you’ll leave him, he tightened his hold on you, whispering more and more sorrys into your hair, and you listened, allowing him to spill it because if he didn’t, he probably wouldn’t sleep for a month.

“Oh, baby,” you cooed finally, shifting slightly and resting your chin on his sternum, “what happened today? Did you talk to the elders?”

By the way he closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, you could tell you hit the spot.

“Do you know what they ordered me to do?” he threw, smoothing his hand over your hair. “They wanted me to hunt down a teenager and kill him. A literal child.”

“Aaand, did you tell them to go fuck themselves?”

“Of course I did.”

“Good boy,” you praised, smiling softly and reaching up to cup his cheek. “So, we’re gonna need to find that kid and take care of him before they order someone else to kill him, huh?”

“I guess so,” he finally let his features soften enough to curve his lips up. The warm feeling of your palm against his face made all of his worries go away and he kissed your hand few times and your wrist also for good measure. “But I can’t believe they had the balls to ask me something like this knowing what I stand for. They even dared to argue with me, threatened to remove me, can you imagine?”

“Don’t worry baby,” you chuckled, moving up and hovering your mouth above his. “I’ll protect you from those old farts, you don’t need to be so tensed and afraid.”

“Ah, that’s a relief,” he lightened up, glancing at your lips with anticipation, but instead of kissing him, you rested your forehead against his, touching noses as your thumb softly brushed over his cheekbone. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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uch3na · 3 months

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𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

| pairing: farleigh x afab reader

| warnings: smut!!!! no plot!!!! (i smirked), face sitting/riding, softdom/sub?farleigh, moaning, whimpering, a lil dirty talk, beddybye afterwards… THE USHHEEE!!! idk man

| synopsis: farleigh wants you to sit on his face

| a/n: first post chat… lets like it up! also this is 4 my bbg @ludicdoll

“please, please… baby just do it. c’mon, come sit down…” farleigh whined out as you looked down at him with scrunched up eyebrows.

he had been trying to convince you to sit on his face for the past 10 minutes and so far you weren’t going for it. farleigh was a very determined person and he would get his way by any means necessary. even if it meant doing the thing he hated the most; begging.

it’s midnight and it’s pitch black in farleigh’s room and the only reason he was visible was because of the pale moonlight peeking through the curtains. his eyes we’re low and he looked so fucking good. his curls were disheveled and he had a love drunk smile on his face, waiting for you to give in to his pleading.

he continued to knead at your thighs, still trying to convince you. you resisted, leaning back onto your hands, only allowing him to draw imaginary shapes on the inside of your legs, making you clench over nothing. “jus’ lemme eat this pretty pussy…”

you looked at farleigh with those eyes and he immediately knew what that meant. his smug little smile began to grow larger as he saw your mouth open to speak.

“fine…” farleigh let out a little groan at your words, letting you move yourself forward to hover over his face.

he brought his hands up to the back of your legs, then moving one to pull your soaked panties to the side. “fuck baby… so fuckin’ wet and i haven’t even done anything yet…” he whispered against the inside of your thighs as he smothered kisses on them. he gripped and kneaded them with his large, ringed hands, the silver cool against the plush of your lap. he brought his mouth to your cunt, licking a stripe up, causing you to moan out suddenly.

“cmonnn… all the way down…” farleigh moaned right after, pulling you down onto his mouth. he worked skillfully as little whimpers left him like he was enjoying it more than you possibly could. he just got off making you feel good.

his tongue slipped inside of you easily with how wet you were. you choked out a tiny moan, reaching down to grip onto his hair, making him release a guttural groan into you.

“f-farleigh… wait-“ you gasp out as he sucks on your clit, bringing you closer to the edge faster than you thought he would. his moans were consistent and his tongue started to move faster as he listened closely to how your little noises got higher in pitch with each waking second.

this was something new to you. the way farleigh was acting, the sounds he made, the position he chose. just… everything. and you loved every second of it.

every time you tried to relieve yourself by lifting up off of his face, he would just pull you back down, making his grip on your legs tighter.

you could feel that coil in you stomach ready to snap as your boyfriend was eating you out like a starved man. he looked up at you when he felt you clench around his tongue, just watching your face. you felt his eyes bore into yours as his nose pressed perfectly against your clit. but it made you feel embarrassed so you looked away. he almost instantly patted your thigh to bring your attention back to him.

with each and every stripe of his tongue he would let out little ‘mhms’ and you would instinctively buck your hips into his face.

“there you go… cum on my face…” farleigh whined out some more. he knew your body so well that it was almost like a fifth sense to him to know when you were close. “cmon, please? i know you can do it.”

his words were almost just enough to make you cum but you wanted this to last. he was being so good to you it almost felt like a dream. your moans were in sync with each other as you felt your upcoming orgasm. he moved his mouth faster, wanting you to feel that sweet, sweet release you so desperately needed.

“imsofuckinclosefarleigh please-“ you cut yourself off with a loud moan as you finally came on farleigh’s tongue and he licked up everything like his life depended on it.

his eyes slightly rolled to the back of his head as you used his mouth to ride out your orgasm as you came down from your high. when you looked down at farleigh, even though half of his face was covered, you could still see his eyes close a bit since he was smiling.

you leaned back onto your hands again, one on each side of his torso. his hands went back to drawing little shapes on your thighs.

when you pulled back off of his face you could see the shine from your slick covering the bottom half. he instantly licked his lips, wanting to taste more of you. there was a moment of silence, only being able to hear the crickets letting you know the weather outside.

after a few more seconds, farleigh finally leaned up and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. his tongue slipped into your mouth and you could taste yourself on him. when he pulled away he looked up at you with those eyes that could make you melt. farleigh could be a perv but he could also be the sweetest guy you’ve ever met.

“you sleepy…?” he whispered softly to you, stroking your cheek.

when you nod your head, he pulls you down to rest onto his chest. he rubs your head until he can feel your breath go shallow as you fall asleep in his arms.

#farleigh start #farleigh catton #farleigh saltburn #farleigh x reader #farleigh smut #farleigh x you #farleigh start smut #saltburn #archie madekwe #save me archie madekwe…

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fallingintoyourlilaceyes · 2 months

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Positively unstoppable (Halsin Silverbough x reader)

synopsis: It is the height of bear mating season and with the heat around all of you, you and your group are forces to stop traveling for a while. Well, it seems your lover is not quite comfortable telling you it is mating season as he is scared you are weirded out. Yet he also can´t hold himself back when faced with you.

warnings: p in v sex, mating press, Halsin in heat should be his own warning, some bear like behaviour ig, basically porn without plot, kinda fluff at the end, afab reader

word count: 1.5k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @foxyanon

(If you want to be tagged for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon that requested Halsin in heat as soon as they saw my post about researching bear mating season for this <3

Dividers by me

The heat of the height of summer was burning down harsh upon your traveling bodies, bringing your party to a screeching halt when the only thing possible, was to put up camp and find a way to cool down your overheating forms. As soon as your tent is set up, you decide to head to the river nearby, wanting to cool down in the little lake it ended in.

Only after you rid yourself of the clothing and stepped into the water, you notice the towering form of Halsin sitting close by already, his eyes focused on the flow and movement of the river. From the movement of his shoulders, it was clear that he was breathing deeply, most likely meditating. For a moment you contemplate going over to him, but when you look back to where he sat Halsin was already gone. Or so you thought until the water began to ripple into small waves upon the druid stepping into it. He looks tense. More than usual and for sure more than the past couple of weeks, which honestly you didn´t think was possible.

“Are you feeling well? You have been behaving differently for quite some time now.” You voice your concern quietly as to not disturb the peace of the nature surrounding the two of you.

“I can assure you, that I am feeling quite alright.” His words hold relatively little meaning in the face of the way he borderline flinches away from your touch as you begin to run the water over his warm skin. Or the voice that comes out is gruff, yet you can feel his breath hitch just the slightest bit. Immediately you pulled your hands away from him, trying to see through him. A futile attempt so you take his hands in yours and look him deep in the eyes.

"Love, I would be fine even if you told me, you do not wish to talk about it, but just tell me truthfully. Are you alright?" Looking into his eyes, Halsin's pupils have swallowed almost all the green that surrounds them.

In what you perceive as just a sweet attempt to calm your worries, the tall man leans down to rest his forehead against yours, while holding your chin in one gentle hand.

"I am fine." He put emphasis on every word he speaks.

But you are so close and your scent so much stronger than the rest of the year, singing to him in the most irresistible tones. It all made the druid unable to keep himself from nuzzling your face and neck, thus eliciting a so far successfully held back moan and a shiver of arousal runs down your spine. A ripple of pleasure runs through your entire body when he begins to nibble on the tender skin.

"Halsin..." His name trembles from your tongue.

"You're mine." He only growls in return.

It's a rarely seen show of possession from your lover and all the more powerful whispered in the low baritone of his affected voice.

Halsin picks you up as if you weigh nothing and lays you in the grass at the riverbank and doesn't waste a second to crawl on top of you. With one swift motion he hooks his large, muscular arms into the hollow of your knees to lay them over his shoulders.

"Damn it, I cannot wait any longer. Your folds simply feel too immaculate." The druid breathes out the trembling words as he rubs his hard cock between your folds to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves atop it with his tip.

With one strong push and a sigh that fans his hot breath over your ear and cheek, Halsin bottoms out inside your tight cunt. In turn, your walls flutter around his thick member and your back arches until your chest squishes your legs even more between the two of you.

"Oh, you feel so good inside of me. Always stretch me out so much it's like my cunt will take the shape of your cock one day." You babble mindlessly as you get used to the stretch that feels like it threatens to split you in two.

Halsin doesn't give you much time to get used to his massive size as he sets for an ambitious pace, pushing into your core painfully over and over again until your pained whimpers and moans turn into sounds of pleasure and begging for more.

"Please do not ever stop." You cry out as Halsin's massive paw of a hand begins to pinch and twist your nipples, losing control of himself a bit more and taking the pace and intensity of his thrusts up a notch. One of your hand buried its nails in his shoulder to attempt to ground yourself, while the other grips and lightly pulls on his hair. Immediately your companion leans down to seal your lips with his, kissing you with teeth and tongue. The moment your lips meet, he is positively unstoppable.

You get pushed into the grass with his whole weight, his balls slap against your ass cheeks as you get rocked back and forth by inhumanely, animalistic thrusts. The wet sounds of the tip of Halsin´s cock bullying your most sensitive spot, drenching it in your juices as a result and making the sounds of your hips slapping against each other wetter as time went on. It felt so good that the brain fog soon took over, rendering you unable to kiss him back any longer.

“Nothing feels so divine as your tight walls fluttering around my cock.” Your brain barely registers the words the druid huffs against your lips before kissing you again. Unwavering despite the fact your lips hang open ever so slightly to make way for shaky breaths and high pitched, eager whines.

“Fuck, I can feel you are close, my love. Your cunt could not possibly squeeze me any tighter.” Halsin lets out another insatiable growl, before he coaxes the first peak out of your body. Revelling in the sight of you being shaken by the waves of pleasure he provides.

“Halsin…” You moan the druids name like a mantra, like a quiet prayer to your own personal god that simply continued to bless you with the pleasure that still caused your body to tremble in the aftershocks of climax.

Two more peaks he pulls from your body until you are nothing but a puddle of panting breaths overstimulated cries and a lose grip that tries to hold onto his shoulders, to hold your legs where he put them. Only then Halsin bottoms out inside of you once more. Buried as deep as he can, with his thick tip kissing the opening to your womb, he shoots a great amount of his seed into you. Together the two of you stay intermingled for what feels like an eternity. With your arms wrapped around the other to hold them close as you breathe in the air that the other lets out until you both feel dizzy. The druid wipes the sheen of sweat from your forehead with the greatest care and strokes a lost strand of hair behind your ear, while all you can do is to fight the brain fog and keep his eye contact. Those sage coloured eyes you loved so much, gently get you back to reality, where there is nothing left but to giggle until you burst into full on satisfied laughter.

“Hah, I had a feeling you would go insane on me one day. Yet I never would have imagined it would happen after I laid with you.” Halsin jests as he sits back on his haunches and taps your thighs to motion for you to assist him in sitting you up as well.

You follow his wordless command and sit up, wincing when there is a dull sensation shooting through your core.

“Do you feel aright, my love?” He asks with his eyebrows suddenly knitted together in concern.

“Yes, love. Positively spend, but fine nonetheless and you need not worry about my state of mind any time soon.” You lean forward to place a peck on the tip of your companion’s nose. “I was merely overwhelmed with the content feeling that floods me whenever I am near you and did not know how else to handle it. In fairness one should think I would have learned it by now, but I am far from it. It still is so hard to believe I am lucky enough to be able to call you mine.”

Gratefully you accept the small pouch of water that Halsin hands you and take a few sips, before handing it back.

“I understand what you mean. Sometimes it all feels like it is too good to be true. Like being on the verge of waking up from the most beautiful dream.” The soft voice of your lover makes you feel all fuzzy inside with how effortlessly he understands.

“Exactly, like being on the verge of waking up from the most immaculate dream.”

#halsin #halsin bg3 #druid halsin #halsin silverbough #halsin x reader #halsin bg3 x reader #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfic #baldurs gate 3 fanfic

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anam-mana · 8 months

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Tips for “Good-Aligned” Astarion Romance/Approval

I see a lot of people saying they find it difficult to romance Astarion on more good-aligned play throughs (though bg3 doesn’t have an alignment system but you all get my drift).

I was able to do so fairly easily, on my first play through as a goody two shoes (or as much so as a Dark Urge can get) and I noticed some things that may have made it easier to do without sacrificing any in character goody-two-shoes decisions.

And this is the biggest one. Be nice to him, and be incredibly patient with him. Even though he occasionally expresses disgust with you acting “sweet”, overall being a saccharine ball of love to him wins you way more points than you’ll lose by being kind. He values positive personal interaction way more than he values agreeing with your decisions,

He does actually approve of some good decisions: petting owl bears and feeding an urchin in Baldur’s Gate being some examples. And more than that, he REALLY approves of tricking your way into peaceful resolutions, to the point where I have gotten many inspiration dice from him simply for avoiding conflicts. Also, any time you have a chance to support someone’s free will, do it. He varies from not having an opinion to approving in most of these cases. So really lean into those good actions he tends to approve of, though I admit they usually are later in the game.

Sometimes he’ll disapprove of the steps you take to make it to a good choice, but approve of the outcome. This applies to things like the hag quest, where you can lose approval but win it back at the conclusion, or through the non-violent path with the Orthon where he disapproves if the peaceful conversation but approves way more of the outcome than he ever disapproved of the conversation.

Be willing to disagree with him, and challenge him, even when it does get you disapproval, because, frankly, the push and very interesting unique dialogue he has with goody-two-shoes PC’s he’s in love with can be fascinating and informative, even if it means running into some bumps here and there.

Remember that this is just some tips for people who find the prospect of keeping Astarion approval high on a good play through daunting or challenging. I know I see a lot of memes and such that make it appear that only evil and/or grey characters can really get into this romance when I’ve seen firsthand that it is just as cool and possible with even the goodest of beans, so I wanted to share. But it is not, IN ANY WAY, meant to be a guide on how one should romance him. There are multiple paths to romance that can be played differently to create very custom PC/Companion ship dynamics in this game, and I encourage you to explore whichever narratives will be the most fun or fulfilling to you personally.

#bg3 #astarion romance #astarion ancunin #astarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 spoilers #baldur’s gate 3 #baldur’s gate iii

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junosmindpalace · 11 months

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Suna isn’t the type of person to go out of his way to impress someone. To quit slacking off during practice when he senses Kita’s watchful gaze, sure, but to invest time grooming himself into other people’s likeness? No way.

He’s secure in himself for the most part, laid back and nonchalant. It wasn’t as if he didn’t put any work into himself, it was just that he only gave effort in areas he cared about or where it was required of him, and that usually didn’t transcend outside the realms of school and volleyball.

Most of the time (when he isn’t slacking off), Suna is practicing getting down a more efficient spike and doing his best to keep up with his agonizing classes. That was the most he cared about in terms of himself…until you had started to talk up a classmate of yours.

Suna was used to getting attention as an athlete, a lot of times indifferent to it. Atsumu was the one who enjoyed that sort of attention more, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a blow to his pride when he hears you gush about a guitarist friend of yours. You would seemingly drone on and on about how impressive he was. You swooned, you would say. Guitarists are so cool. Rintaro listened to all your starstricken rants with raised brows and an annoyed look on his face. He couldn’t help but scoff and look away when you once mentioned something about attending one of his gigs.

You were enthusiastic about Suna’s volleyball games, but never had you talked about his plays with such reverence. What was so great about guitarists? You could get all the excitement from a concert at one of Suna’s games. There was no need for you to attend that guy’s show. The rush in the stands are pretty much the same you’d feel at a concert venue.

“Athletes are obviously better. What does plucking some strings have on power and scoring points?”

Suna’s mouth curled downward into a small frown as he listened to Atsumu’s attempt at trying to pick him up during practice. Suna didn’t mean for it to start getting discussed, but Atsumu, dumbfounded by Suna’s irritable mood, got curious on what could possibly make his very nonchalant teammate so…chalant. And so he poked and prodded, making exaggerated comments about his ugly face due to the deep frown on his lips and how he could see the steam coming from his ears until Suna caved in.

“Obviously something.”

Rintaro, you should see him play! He’s incredible, it almost has me falling for him. You had joked, but alarm bells were going off in his head, a wave of nausea washing over him and wiping out the remainder of his ego and any sort of nonchalance he was able to feign. That was his final straw.

It was Aran who was the first to find out about Suna’s new hobby when he visited his house one afternoon, staring in surprise at the new addition to his usually unchanging room sitting in the corner.

“When’d you get a guitar, man?”

“Last week.”

“I didn’t know you were interested in playing an instrument.”

Suna's gaze shifted to the ground as he only gave a shrug in response, because he really wasn’t. At least, not out of a passion for it. He liked listening to music, he didn’t mind listening to other people play, but he himself had never been interested in learning. Well, until he learned about your love for guitarists.

“They’re just so….you know?”

“I don’t.”

You laughed, even though Suna had meant the words with all the sincerity in the world. And he never got a clear explanation, so now he’s taking it upon himself to figure out what makes a couple of chords so impressive.

He’s ready to bash his head into the guitar only a couple of days in. The metal strings on his acoustic were harsh on his fingers and always slipped from their position on the fretboard. He gets down the chord shapes decently quick, which motivate him to immediately move onto barring and suddenly he’s back to square one. Transitioning between each chord was also a pain, and don’t get him started on reading sheet music. Injuring his fingers during a game set his progress back a week.

He tries focusing on learning to play your favorite music; solos, riffs and the like. But each tutorial requires another tutorial, and it becomes a vicious pattern of Suna going down a rabbit hole trying to learn one thing after another.

He’s ready to give up on the whole thing and find some way to impress you with volleyball, but the plan to abandon his progress halts after your reaction to him casually bringing up how difficult it was to play.

“Wow, Rin, you play? I had no idea! That’s awesome! I’m sure you’re incredible!”

And suddenly Suna’s back to looking up various tutorials, practicing transitioning between different chords and properly starting out with the basics. He even borrows workbooks from the music rooms to practice outside of school. The patience required of him made his head spin, but it was no matter. He was an athlete with an oblivious crush- patience was his middle name.

He’s surprisingly dedicated, not staying too late after school for volleyball practice and instead opting to work out of his books in the afternoon. He’s gotten farther than he ever expected he would- he even picks up on the language naturally. He doesn’t even realize it until he’s ranting to you about some annoying technical details, not even in an attempt to make you fawn over him.

When he turns to look at you, he’s caught off guard by the impressed look on your face.

“Sounds frustrating. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon.” You said slowly, tilting your head to the side.

Suna admits that despite having a lot to learn and a lot of practice to be doing in order to improve his musicality, he’s actually found this new hobby of his decently fun. He was slowly starting to understand the appeal you talked so much about, the satisfaction of being able to play a set of chords correctly reminiscent of hitting a good spike.

But ultimately, it’s your almost shy smile and tinted cheeks as you look up at him in admiration that, despite the insane amount of frustration, make Suna glad he decided to pick up guitar.

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gay-dorito-dust · 11 months

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Here’s a little Miguel fic that might be ooc or not idk, I’ll let you be the judge.

You might’ve gotten ahead of yourself in regards to your most recent mission as you were now paying the price by attempting to mend the cuts and other possible injuries over the bathroom sink,fully believing that your sudden absence would go completely unnoticed.

Unfortunately your absence didn’t go unnoticed by the one person you wished it would’ve; Miguel.

‘You here to lecture me about how I jump into things with careless abandon of mine and others safety or are you just going to continue standing menacingly at my doorway?’ You said without sparing him a single glance as you dabbed a generous amount of antiseptic onto a cotton pad. ‘I would but it seems as though you’ve already learnt that the hard way.’ Miguel replied, though his jaw did clench subconsciously at the sight of your injured form, but thankfully due to the shadow that was cast over his face from his bodily positioning in the doorway; it was practically impossible for you notice.

You attempt a shrug, ‘still alive to tell the tale though.’ You said, breathing heavily through your nose while biting back a hiss when pressing the cotton pad of antiseptic to the elongated but thin gash that spanned the entirety of your left forearm.

‘You’re doing it wrong.’ Miguel tells you and you couldn’t help but let out a halfhearted chuckle, finding this situation a tad humorous despite the fact that you and Miguel didn’t often see eye to eye on many things; so much so it often lead to heated debates between the pair of you that it ended in a much needed departure from the room in order cool from your hotheadedness.

‘Oh and how would you know what I’m doing is wrong?’ You snide, putting the now bloodied cotton pad to the side once the wound was cleared of filth. Miguel sighed as he puts a hand on his hip as he extended his other out towards you, ‘because i do and and if you’re as reckless as you are during missions at patching yourself up, then you might as well let me handle it.’ Too exhausted to fight him on this, you wearily sighed as you marched up to him and wordlessly put the bottle of antiseptic and a fresh cotton pad into his outstretched hand before retreating defeatedly to sit on the toilet seat.

You hated having to rely on others but to be forced to rely on Miguel was probably even worse, not that you didn’t trust him but you just didn’t want him to think of you as unreliable on-top of reckless and hardheaded; which you contradicted in saying that opinionated was the better suiting word. So you sat in silence as he came into your field of vision, lifting your head up ever so slightly with his free hand so that your eyes would be forced to lock.

‘Where else does it hurt.’ He asks you in a soft tone, letting his hand drop from your chin upon noticing how unnecessary long it lingered there. ‘My forehead.’ You then gestured with a hand towards the gash running across your forehead. ‘Alright, let’s get you patched up sweetheart.’ Miguel replied as he once again moved his hand to your face, where it then trailed to cupping your cheek in his palm for stability as he began to clear away the gunk from your wound, stopping now and then to reassure you when he noticed that you were in any form of discomfort.

It didn’t mean anything when you caught him looking, he was only looking for more wounds to treat before calling it a night and leaving.

It didn’t mean anything when his thumb would absentmindedly caress your skin, distracting you form the stinging sensation of the antiseptic working it’s magic.

It didn’t mean anything when Miguel asked you whether he was causing you discomfort with the tightness of your wound dressing as he patched up your wounds.

It didn’t mean anything when he told you that he’d be coming back to check up on your progress.

It defiantly didn’t mean anything when as you’re drifting off to sleep, after having been carried to bed, where Miguel pressed a kiss to your forehead along with a few words, ‘rest up, sweetheart. I’ll be sure to come back soon to make sure your not doing something stupid.’

It didn’t mean anything at all when a smile graced your lips soon after and a warmth spread throughout your entire form at the aspect of seeing Miguel; silently praying that the day would come sooner rather then later.

It defiantly didn’t mean anything at all.

#spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #Miguel o’hara x you #Miguel o’hara imagines #Miguel o’hara imagine #Miguel o’hara fic #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara #spiderverse x reader

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Detour (MDNSY Oneshot)

For an ask about the reactions of the JJK cast on MDNSY Gojo's... everything 😂

Scrubstan22 finds himself in the (un)enviable position of explaining Ru-kun to the JJK cast

(Link here: or read below)

Nanabi Shun, better known by his online handle ‘Scrubstan22’ is having his most surreal day yet. An unhinged mad scientist turned villain with a space-time quirk and an obsession with Ru-kun that borders on the same level as even the most delusional of Scrubs, has accidentally flung him, an innocent bystander, into an alternate dimension.

This would be terrifying, if it wasn’t apparently some kind of alternate dimension where Ru-kun’s anime is real.

And not only is it real… it’s apparently Ru-kun’s true origin story??

To be fair, it’s still terrifying, but Scrubstan22 has more pressing matters to focus on than his own mortality and possible impending doom.

Gojo Satoru apparently exists in this world— but Ru-kun does not.

It’s utterly absurd! It’s unreasonable and unfair! Maybe those songs really do already exist in this world— as the very unamused talking Panda keeps trying to tell him— but if No Scrubs and Ru-kun aren’t performing it, then they don’t actually exist at all! Nanabi couldn’t possibly put into words how life-changing it was to see Ru-kun perform in person. The fact that he doesn’t exist in this world— or at least not as the shit-posting global celebrity rockstar that Nanabi knows him as— is really quite sad. These poor kids don’t know what they’re missing out on. As a major Scrub and Ru-kun simp, Nanabi just can’t let this slide. He has to rectify it immediately.

Luckily he has a perfect solution.

His entire downloaded archive of all things No Scrubs and Ru-kun.

Some of Gojo Satoru’s students are more impressed than others.

“I hate that he looks so good in that skirt,” comes from the glasses-wearing girl. Maki, he thinks is her name. He only watched through the anime once so he’s pretty bad with the names of all the side characters.

“I should have known he’d make an excellent Sailor Moon after he stole my uniform.” Kugisaki Nobara complains, looking exactly as her character does in the anime.

Neither of them are enthused to see Ru-kun in his crossdressing glory, but Nanabi notices they’re unwillingly enthralled nonetheless.

Itadori Yuuji himself— the main character of Cursed Fight Season One— is unsurprisingly the most enthusiastic about it all. He nearly climbs over Nanabi for a better look at the recording on his phone, eyes alight.

“Sensei is so cool as a rockstar! It really suits him well!” Itadori exclaims, delighted. “And he’s singing ‘My Chemical Romance’? Sensei has such good taste!”

“He’s just an emo-punk loser who clearly had way too much time on his hands,” Fushiguro Megumi protests, although despite his inflammatory remarks he too doesn’t look away from the screen.

Apparently quite a few No Scrubs’ songs are from this band ‘My Chemical Romance’. Yuuji even shows him the music video of the same song from the actual band just to prove it, although that was wholly unnecessary. Nanabi believes him when he says all these songs already exist in this world and belong to other bands— he just doesn’t care. If anything, seeing the other bands perform it just confirms what he already believed; Ru-kun does it better.

Nanabi is happy to show them all the fan recordings he has of No Scrubs, gushing over the various outfit choices and the songs themselves. It’s actually kind of nice that these songs exist already, because that means these kids already know them and he can argue about which are superior without having to explain. Itadori’s favorite is ‘A Loaded God Complex’, called ‘Sugar We’re Goin’ Down’ in this world (although Itadori admits the changed title suits Ru-kun far more), Fushiguro’s is ‘Island in the Sun’, and Panda translates that Inumaki’s is ‘Thanks for the Memories’, but Panda himself confesses he’s unfamiliar with this genre of music. The two girls decry all their picks as boring, and don’t seem particularly impressed by any of Ru-kun’s songs until—

“Paramore!!” The two girls screech in unison, suddenly looking a lot more invested than they had earlier.

Nanabi has up a recording from the Scrubs Unite tour, which Ru-kun had done entirely in drag. They’d finally gotten to the encore, where Ru-kun had tried to weasel his female bandmates into singing the encore song, insisting it was made for a female vocalist. They summarily denied him, so he ended up singing the song himself, called Misery Business. It’s one of Nanbi’s favorite performances, and one Ru-kun hasn’t done since.

Even Maki and Kugisaki are begrudgingly impressed.

“He sounds like a male Hayley Williams— that’s so fucking unfair,” Kugisaki denounces, despairing. “Why does that bastard have to be good at everything, seriously.”

“The outfit is pretty spot on too, if he just dyed his hair, it’d be a great cosplay.” Maki agrees, sourly.

“Does he play anything else from Riot?” Kugsaki rounds on him. “What about That’s What You Get?”

Nanabi looks up at her helplessly. “Sorry, I don’t think so. But they apparently have a ton of unreleased stuff though, so maybe I just haven’t heard it.”

Apparently back when No Scrubs was truly an underground band playing random shows at dive bars, they had an insanely large setlist. Most of those songs never made it onto any of the official recordings. He’s heard rumors online that there’s a vinyl floating around, but aside from a single interview with All Might, has no real confirmation of its existence.

“I think it’s awesome that Sensei has an alternate personality as a rockstar,” Yuuji enthuses, looking rather fond and indulgent as he stares down at Ru-kun strutting across a stage. “I hope it’s more relaxing than being The Strongest all the time.”

Nanabi blinks at him. “Oh. He’s that too.”

The Jujutsu Tech students stare at him blankly. “... What?”

As it turns out, they’re all collectively more confused and bewildered by the whole Sixwings thing than they are the ‘world’s strongest’ thing. In this world, since the moment of his birth Gojo Satoru was always meant to be the strongest. That he can destroy armies in the blink of an eye and pull out purple-laser-death-beams-of-doom (apparently a technique called Hollow Purple in this world) and walk through explosions unscathed is just common knowledge among the Jujutsu World.

So all of his footage of Dabi’s many international exploits was met with a genial disinterest.

His media folder of Sixwings, however…

“He’s… really in a relationship?” Kugisaki looks utterly confounded. “A normal, healthy, longterm relationship?”

“He’s getting married?” Maki sounds bewildered.

“He has a kid?” Fushiguro sounds unimpressed.

Panda scratches his chin. “Huh. Hey, that’s good for him! He sounds like he’s actually a well-adjusted and normal guy.”

“Is his boyfriend a psychopath?” Kugisaki asks, urgently. “I really can’t see how else this would work out.”

“Not at all! Hawks is well-known as a very charming and friendly hero. He’s actually a really good guy.” Nanabi protests.

Kugisaki squints at him. “How the hell does he put up with him then?”

Nanabi smiles sheepishly. “Uh… he’s pretty easygoing I guess?”

Maki is leaning over him for a better look at his phone, using her fingers to zoom in on the photo he has up of Hawks and Ru-kun at the U.A. School Festival. He doesn’t swing that way, but even he has to admit they looked really good that day. And with Eri thrown in on top of it? It’s no wonder they’re regularly voted as the cutest couple in Japan.

“Damn. They actually look really good together.” Maki says, begrudging.

“Tuna, tuna.” Inumaki pokes Panda in the side.

Panda gives a solemn nod. “Inumaki-kun has a good point. What’s all this gossip about a Sixwings baby?”

“Oh, that’s Eri-chan.” Nanabi scrolls down to a better photo of her. There’s one from the Ru-kun signing event at Tower Records, where a sinfully good-looking Ru-kun is holding her on his hip and waving out to the crowds. “She’s the child he birthed from his own body.”

Fushiguro blinks rapidly. “He what now?”

“He’s fucking with you.” Kugisaki denies immediately.

Nanabi shrugs. “Maybe— but no one knows for sure! To be honest, none of his powers make much sense to us, so some people believe it and others don’t.”

Maki’s expression turns worried. “Well, they’re not all that clear to us either… I mean, there’s a lot you can do with cursed energy…”

She glances up at Panda. Panda just gives her a thumbs up. “That’s right! I mean, I exist, so who knows!”

“There’s a couple different rumors about it, but none are confirmed.” Nanabi fills them in with a gleeful expression. “The main one is that she really is the Sixwings baby, and they had her when they were teenagers and kept it a secret. There’s also a couple variations where Eri is his child, but the regular way, but he’s slept with a lot of people and none of them were women so people are pretty skeptical about it. Then there’s also the theory that he did birth her from his own body, but not with Hawks. There’s no real guesses on who her father is for that one.”

His companions look at him with varying degrees of incredulity. Nanabi spreads his hands. “The likely answer is he’s just messing with everyone and she’s adopted, but like I said, we really don’t know!”

Itadori doesn’t really seem to care about the truth either way, grabbing at his phone to scroll through the photos. “They’re so cute together! Haha, she really kind of even does look like sensei a little bit! She’s definitely just as stylish as he is!”

Itadori keeps scrolling until he gets to the infamous Swing incident, saved in all its glory in an endless gif format.

They all stare in silence as, on screen, Gojo Satoru gets KO’d by his kid on a swing set over and over again.

“Send me that.” Kugisaki demands.

Scrubstan22 gets rescued eventually. It’s a pretty boring affair, truth be told. He didn’t see any real curses, or any kind of fighting.

Gojo doesn’t return to campus until long after the sun has set, to the bizarre scene of all his students shoving their phones at poor Nanami, who looks as if he regretted ever coming in person to turn in his paperwork. They’re apparently trying to show Nanami photos of Gojo in drag, despite his vocal protests. The moment they lay eyes on him they pounce on him instead. None of their explanations make any sense. There’s something about him being a rockstar, and also married, and apparently a mother, and they have plenty of blurry photo evidence they try to shove at him. It looks like they all took photos of someone else’s screenshots, so the quality leaves much to be desired. Maybe if he squints really hard, that does kind of look like him in a mini skirt, but who’s to say really?

Unfortunately for the students, the space-time continuum rights itself overnight and they all lose their collective memory of Scrubstan22 and his alternate-universe. But the digital evidence remains, and occasionally Kugisaki will pull out her phone and watch a very random gif of Gojo-sensei getting smacked to the ground by a kid on a swing, and while she has no idea where it came from, she draws immense satisfaction from it anyway.

#mdnsy oneshots #fic may death never stop you

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artastic-friend · 5 months

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Some things I love about DJ’s sound design and animations in Help Wanted 2:

Every time he makes a bigger movement that requires shifting of its weight you can HEAR IT- It creaks and you can hear hydraulics inside of him WHICH BTW IS SO COOL IN SO MANY WAYS BC (tangent): it makes sense as to why he needs hydraulics being so huge and heavy, but also because the way real spiders extend their legs is like a natural form of hydraulics!! They pump their hemolymph(basically bug blood) into their legs which then allow those legs to be filled with more pressure that causes them to extend! This is why a dead or near-death spider’s legs go into the curled position (the death curl) :(

The sTOMPS I always loved the stomps even in base sb but there is just something so cool about hearing them around you as he is so close!!! It all just adds to the feeling of his weight and size 😫

HIS GROWLING?? AND MORE ANIMAL-LIKE SOUNDS??? In the past we would hear a little bit of it when he was sleeping in SB, but now we hear more examples of it and just like- closer and more noticeably 😳 it’s almost like you can hear it breathing at times and it is so cool and uncanny in the best ways :D

Ok the SNAP?!? The way he snaps his fingers and the sound reverberates all around you?!? And the way the light ring of the outside of his tunnel turns on at the same time??? I don’t really think that DJ is actually producing the snap sound from the snap alone, as with the synthetic materials its gloves are made of probably can’t produce that crisp of a sound, BUT THAT JUST MEANS THAT HE MAKES THE SOUND HIMSELF WITH ITS SPEAKERS OR SOMETHING AND SO HE’S DOING IT 100% FOR STYLE POINTS AND I LOVE THAT FOR HIM

The sound of its teeth clanking together to the beat of the music, that’s just a neat feature I like very much

Ok movements now, THE WAY HE SWAYS HIS HIPS(?) TO THE MUSIC!?! especially when it is doing that little happy dance of his or pointing at the player when it’s their turn to play. I LOVE THAT LITTLE DANCE IT’S SO CUTE

Ok the way he leans in reaaal close before settling back? He’s probably just doing it as it shifts its balance to lean back, but like, I wanna believe he’s also sorta doing it on purpose a little 🤭

Speaking of which, the movements for him going from leaning towards you to shifting his weight back and getting into that badass cross-armed pose?!!? Love it 😭 I love it sm- once again, the recoil and the followthrough of his movements just emphasize its size and weight so well I am just obsessed

OH AND HIS LITTLE FINGER TAPS WITH HIS MIDDLE RIGHT ARM THAT’S ON THE FLOOR?!? It’s a smaller detail but I am so glad they included it because it’s just so neat!?! I don’t know how to explain why I like it but it is so neat and adds to his vibe so well

OK I JUST NOTICED THIS BUT WHEN IT IS DOING THAT LITTLE DANCE AND POINTING AT YOU WHEN YOU GOT EVERYTHING RIGHT: he like, Bops his head a little and with each head bop his headphones bounce a little as well!! Idk why that is just such a neat little detail to me!

Ok this one I probably should have mentioned sooner since it’s one of the first things it does but the way it climbs out of the tunnel and grabs the sides like that with his middle set of arms? 😫😫✨ Idk what to tell y’all but that is the most attractive shit I’ve seen!!! Y’all need to step up your game if you wanna be like him XD /j

His head tilts. Need I say more? They’re adorable.

THE JUMPSCARE??!?? Dude I know it’s probably meant to look like he’s coming in to bite/eat you or something??? But to me and my DJ-Simp corrupted brain it just looks like we’re boutta make out 😁😁😁

OK THAT’S ALL I GOT FOR RIGHT NOW, but I might possibly add to this later???? If I notice anything else that stands out to me.

#dj music man #djmm #random rambles #help wanted 2

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mintpurrfect · 3 months

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Hi, I really like your work, If possible could you please write a one shot with Taehoon from biral hit and his s/o where his father caught them kissing and what his reaction would be, how he will behave, if not then everything is fine

⩇:⩇⩇ — kiss it better

⤿synopsys﹕ seong taehoon is the type of person who most people classify as "cool". so it was rather unexpected yet somewhat hilarious to find out from his father that he used to be such a clumsy and dumb kid. which he still is.

⤿character﹕ seong taehoon x gn!reader

⤿genre﹕ fluff

⤿warnings﹕ it's mostly just cursing and probably my bad grammar and spellings, but other than that, there's none. not proofread.

⤿note﹕ it's been awhile! I recently just saw this (cuz tumblr didn't give me a notification once again) so I rushed through this since I've got a small burst of inspiration lmao. There's also another anon who asked for a Taehoon fic so, here you go! I hope you guys enjoy this<3

Taehoon was an asshole.

That is what you're currently thinking as you sit down crossed-legged on the floor of the dojang as you stare up at Taehoon who was standing before you.

“You're such an ass!” you exclaimed loudly, glaring at him as you gently rub your forehead.

He grabbed a water bottle and took a sip, completely ignoring your whole existence. This, of course, made you even more annoyed.

How dare he flick you on the forehead really hard and act as if nothing happened? He's absolutely heartless!

“That hurt, you jerk!” once again, you expressed how you were currently feeling, grumbling under your breath about how much of an annoying and mean bastard he was.

As you continued to sulk while still sitting on the floor with a frown on your face, Taehoon's gaze wandered over you, lingering for a few seconds before a soft sigh left his lips.

“Damn it... Let me see.” he mumbled before crouching in front of you, reaching forward and carefully lifting your chin up.

He checked your forehead and saw that it was slightly red, making him realise that he might have used too much strength than intended.

You watch him while remaining silent, noticing how his lips were formed into a thin line and how his eyes narrowed as he observed the red mark on your forehead.

He honestly looks like he's ready to murder someone with how scary and tense his face was. You wonder what other people would think if they saw the two of you in this position. Maybe they would assume that he was threatening you to give him your money or something similar.

As your mind wanders away in your own little world, you failed to register that Taehoon had inched closer, his face nearing yours before his lips made contact with your skin.

It took you a moment to process what was happening, still trying to make sense that Taehoon's lips are on your forehead, softly kissing it.

You blinked a few times in utter confusion and surprise when he pulled away and made eye contact with you. He brought his hand up from your chin towards the side of your face, cupping your cheek as he stared into your eyes.

“There, do you feel better now?” He asks in a casual tone, his face stoic yet the tinge of pink on his cheeks and ears didn't go unnoticed by you, but you decided not to comment on it.

You smiled teasingly, shaking your head, “Nope, it still hurts. Maybe you should kiss me here instead.” you said, pointing towards your lips and puckering it up for extra effect.

Taehoon grumbled, rolling his eyes and averting his gaze for a moment before letting out a deep breath and looking at you with an annoyed expression.

“You little sh... Ugh, fine, but you better stop whining after this and get back to practise, okay?”

“Alright!”

And with that, he closed the gap between the two of you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss.

You smiled and closed your eyes before kissing him back, enjoying the sweet kiss the two of you shared. His lips were soft against yours and the way he was caressing your skin, drawing small circles on your cheek with his thumb while he kisses you in the most gentle way made your heart flutter.

Lost in the moment, the both of you failed to notice someone opening the door, “Taehoon, could you help me with moving these boxes inside–”

A thud can be heard along with a rather loud gasp, making the two of you pull away from each other and turn towards the source of the noise.

There stood, a wide-eyed Seong Hanseo, who was dramatically covering his mouth with a hand and the box he had was dropped by his feet.

There was an awkward silence that enveloped the dojang for what felt like an eternity, when suddenly, the middle-aged man's face became serious.

You and Taehoon tensed up, preparing yourselves for a scolding to come from the old man. Although, a few moments ticked by and it didn't come. Instead, what greeted the two of you was a father who looked like he was about to cry.

“Ah... You're really grown now... I can still remember the days when I was still changing your diapers like it was yesterday.” Hanseo said, looking towards the large glass window with a reminiscent expression on his face.

“I remember when you were very little, you cried when you accidentally stepped on a dog's poo–”

“Dad, shut up!” Taehoon shouted standing up from his crouched position, glaring daggers at his old man with his face completely red as a riped strawberry.

“Oh, and there was also this time when you fell and slipped down face first when you tried running down the playground slide–”

The day ended with you learning about a bunch of blackmail materials childhood stories of Taehoon. He, unfortunately for him, also had to sit and listen as his father embarrassed him in front of you.

He just knows that you will tease him endlessly about all the things his father was telling you about.

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phoenixyfriend · 5 months

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Totally the Real Jango

Have another time-travel concept:

Clones go back in time. Run into some Mandos, most probably the Haat'ade. Subsequently LIE THEIR ASSES OFF. Specifically:

Sheer, bald-faced lying that they are are Jango himself from the future, relying on the pronounced age but identical DNA to sell it.

Any questions of fact that they get wrong regarding current and recent status with the Fetts or with Jaster get explained away with 'it was decades ago,' because they look like they're fifty, and this Jango is Twelve or something.

@jebiknights offered:

I can't decide if baby Jango would be really impressed with "older him" or extremely "unimpressed." Also potential hilarity for Jango to be POSITIVE that the person couldn't possibly be him but DNA checks out and all the adults are like "nah Jango is just being a brat."

…technically this only works if there's one clone, unless the second clone is Boba or Omega, or both, posing as Themselves but selling the clone-is-actually-Jango gambit for reasons.

In my mind it's one of the clones that got scarred up enough that if one of Jango's childhood scars is missing, it's explained away with 'well half that leg is synthskin grafts anyway, so who the fuck knows when the small scar got replaced with a Big scar.'

Which is. Most of the clones that survived that long.

So much of the ploy is reliant on Boba feeding information to whichever clone this is (Wolffe or Rex, probably) about his dad in order to sell the bit, but like. IDK why he'd even be cooperating. Just that he is. For the bit. And some scheming.

Boba's already an adult if the clone in question looks fifty or sixty, which means Jango is following him and Omega around with stars in his eyes. Jango thinks future him is scary, but future kids are badass, so he's gotta figure out what kinda cool bounty hunter he can be, even if the future sounds like hell in a handbasket.

But the IMPORTANT PART is that Boba is uncomfortable as hell due to. uh. lying to his dad. and also the fact that bb Jango does not know, at all, how complex all the feelings that he and Omega and the older clone hold towards dead future Jango are.

Jaster is kind of happy/excited to see them all, but the fake future Jango is... not very friendly or familiar with him? Which he's upset by until Boba says "you died when he was fourteen, so um. I never even got to meet you? And I guess he doesn't know how to feel about it" which is a great way to lie with the truth.

I don't want Boba to be too old, but the age difference needs to make sense with how old they look. Early twenties for Boba would be mid-forties for the other clone?

And stress added a bit.

And they can drop the odd joke about how Jango 'aged well' and looks younger than he is.

(If the time-traveller clone is Rex, they are definitely being stalked by a former Jedi who is really weirdly fond of staking out in trees.)

By the time the double aging actually shows, they'll have hopefully come clean and/or skipped town (whatever their actual goal is).

#star wars #time travel #the clone wars #sw rebels #the bad batch #sw legends #jango fett #boba fett #jaster mereel #captain rex #commander wolffe #omega fett #idk what the usual way to tag her is so whatever #phoenix talks #identity theft #scams

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writeslikeanaria · 9 months

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what a conscience can do

sebastian sallow x reader (requested by @sugarbubbleslove)

summary: your friend is taken by poachers and you aren’t too happy about it

word count: 1.6k+

warnings: mild descriptions of torture, dialogue that could be perceived as misogynistic, some suggestiveness at the end, angst, little bit of fluff

Poachers camps were the worst. You knew for a fact that the worst enemy was no magical creature, but a vicious man with no conscience. Evil eyed men with a hunger for power and a nature for abuse.

You had a conscience though. Unfortunately so, with your inability to back down from any fight, and your moral compass that always seemed to point you into the direction of trouble. You couldn’t help but stumble into poachers camp after poachers camp, incinerating everything to ashes, leaving nothing but the empty cries of mercy and bruised egos.

So, here you were again, pulled to the outer edges of a nearby forest, hidden amongst the overgrown flora, disillusionment charm shielding you from view. The moonlight high in the sky casted whimsical shadows, mixing with the gruel light of the poacher’s fire. There was an unsettling hum across the camp, joined with the rustling of the nearby wildlife—the wildlife they were here to capture.

There was something different about tonight. Instead of crouching in the mud alone, you were joined by your best friend, Sebastian, who had insisted on tailing tonight. At first, you were more hesitant than ever to let him join, unsure if you could safely protect him from the danger’s of the angered men waiting behind the fences, but eventually you gave in to his begging, unable to say no when he asked so nicely.

“You have to be quiet, alright? For some reason, they’re always listening out, so keep the noise down while I petrify the ones close by.” You whispered your instructions to Sebastian, who nodded excitedly.

“What can I do?” Sebastian all but beamed at you.

You sighed. “Stay out of sight until I give you the all clear, and then you can help me destroy some cages, okay?”

Defeated, Sebastian backed away from the fences, while you headed forward into the deepness of the camps, head down, concealed in the dark of the night. It wasn’t long before you had found the first two poachers, uttering a simple incantation under your breath, and watching their immobile bodies fall to the ground.

Dragging the bodies away from the eyeliner of other poachers, you looked back out into the camp, disgruntled to find a mass gathering of men surrounding a tent at the back. This would lead to a more difficult attack on the camp. Cursing under your breath, you moved to a different angle, trying to figure out a way to ambush the camp and gain back an advantage.

It wasn’t until you reached higher ground when you realised that what the poachers were gathered around was actually a hostage. Gasping under your breath, you leaned forward, attempting to get a better look at whoever was down there, tied up in intricate knots, muffled at the mouth by a dirty, linen rag.

You needed help from Sebastian, and quickly. Crawling in the darkness of the night, you whispered out to Sebastian, searching for him amongst the trees, but was unable to find the ruffles of brunet locks against the greenery. Anxious, you bit your lip, leaning up against a nearby log, as your brain ticked over to what this means.

With your proficiency for the disillusionment charm, you crept as close to the crowded tent as possible, without being caught, hoping that your worst fears weren’t reality, but it was unfortunately not the case. Sebastian, perched up against a tree stump, looked positively terrified, eyes ablaze with worry. With the firelight reflecting on his irises, you could almost see the moistness of tears, threatening to spill over onto his cheek. Your normally cool, calm, and collected friend was the most frightened you’d ever seen, and you couldn’t help but feel your heartstrings tug in pain.

Then you realised that the beasts of the men were actually talking, and talking about you nonetheless. “Reckon that nosy lass will face us now? Coward, I say, can’t even take us on all together. This will draw her out of her hiding, and then she’ll see just what we do to people who get in our way.”

Your mouth dropped at their words, and stayed agape as you watched what those horrible poachers were doing. They didn’t even have a wand in hand, but a sharp carving knife, scraping at the side of Sebastian’s face, teasing his skin, drawing red marks across his cheeks. Below, on his neck, small nicks and cuts had already been made, dribbles of blood trickling and pooling at his collarbone.

As well as an array of lacerations, Sebastian also seemed to be littered with red marks, slowly fading into purple bruises, painting his skin a deep violet. His hair was messed up, sweat and blood caking in his hairline. Shirt torn, his chest was exposed, revealing the tufts of chest hair, mixed with dirt, mud, and other various earthy elements.

Anger boiled inside of you as you were forced to listen to your friend cry and moan, pain taking over his body. The torture that he was enduring was your fault, and none of your friends deserved to be encapsulated by pain, just because of your actions. A healthy dose of revenge needed to be dealt out.

It started with a basic cast, hitting just over the trees, a warning shot, some may say. Then, clouds, out of nowhere, crowding the top of the camp, it’s moisture enough to put the fire out. The men faltered, but it wasn’t enough, not yet.

You see, if these poachers had to guts to not only torture the poor animals of the land, but your friend too, then you were allowed to torture them back. You could already see how their hands became shaky, their voices creeping out of their lower octaves.

Then, to make Sebastian proud, confringo, fire all around the edges of the camp, blazing into the sky, heat from the flames fluttering underneath your shirt, and leaving sweat in its trail. Now you could step out of the shadows.

You cocked your head, charm falling from your body. “Hand him over.” Your voice was gruff and demanding.

“How dare you think you can just command us? You brat, I’ll show you.” One of the poachers stepped forward, wand in hand, casting a harmful spell your way. Luckily, you were able to dodge it, moving behind a gathering of boxes. Unfortunately, that moved you opposite of Sebastian, who now sat exposed to the world. You hissed as a poacher approached him, knife at his throat menacingly.

The poacher smirked. “Make one more move and pretty boy gets cut.”

You stilled, unsure of your next move, until the electricity in your veins began rumbling. You couldn’t tell if it was your ancient magic drumming upside inside of you, or whether it was your conscience urging you to do something, but there was nothing left to say as you let loose of your power.

From the very tips of your fingers, bolts of ancient magic went firing into the chests of every poacher, announcing every one of those ghastly men unconscious. Their cries of pain were a symphony to your ears as the only thing you worried about was still shaking like a baby lamb, tied to a tree stump.

Your legs moved before you could even register what was happening. As soon as Sebastian was in your vicinity, your arms wrapped around him, and your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Sobs released from your throat, as the adrenaline from everything dissipated and left nothing but the fear of losing someone close to you washed over.

You placed a long kiss at Sebastian's temple. “I was so scared. I’m so sorry. I should never have left you alone.”

Somehow, Sebastian responded, but his voice was muffled jargon against his muzzle, which you quickly removed, allowing fresh air to reach his lungs. It was audibly how his greedy throat gulped in oxygen. You let out another sob.

“Are you okay? Tell me what hurts.” You coddled over your friend, as you untied his limbs. A pained expression reached your face as your busied body reached around him, searching his skin for any signs of pain. Unfortunately, you found more nicks and marks than before.

Still, Sebastian wasn’t making any more noises other than his incoherent hums, so you allowed him to drape his arms over your shoulders, and helped him out of the camp. When you reached a safe distance away, you laid him down in a field of grass and daisies, ripping the coat of your body, and covering him in his makeshift blanket.

The shock was still washing over him, so you curled up next to his shaking body, embracing him in a tight hug. You knew the lines between your platonic friendship was blurring, but you couldn’t help it. You needed to be as close to him as possible.

Eventually, you calmed down a bit more, your conscience settling in your head, and you got to the point where you could comfortably cast a healing spell without the anxiety of messing it up clouding your vision. Sitting the dozing Sebastian upwards, you started muttering spells under your breath, watching as the small cuts slowly dispersed into the plains of his skin.

Sebastian began mumbling. “Mmfph–”

You cocked an eyebrow, incredulous. “Are you doing okay, love?”

“Hot.”

Oh right. You thought, peeling the coat off of his body, but was stopped by Sebastian’s own hands, pressed over yours. His skin was icy.

“No.” He mumbled. “That was hot. You were hot.”

Your eyes widened as you watched the bold Sebastian place his hands on your thighs, rubbing them gently underneath his calloused hand. Eyes wide, you watched as his hands traveled upwards, journeying towards your womanhood, but you stopped him, aware of his own eyes that were slowly dropping off into oblivion.

“Let’s talk tomorrow.” You whispered against his hair, as Sebastian fell deep into a slumber.

It’s what a conscience can do.

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#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #fanfic #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x you

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