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perpetuallydaydreaming · 1 year

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aren’t promises meant to be broken?

at 17 sirius promised to always be there for you whenever you need him. now 3 years after your break up, sirius has yet to break this promise.

tags: sirius black x f!reader,, magical nuisances,, exes to friends to lovers,, hurt and comfort,, fluff,, angst,, slytherins + pandora,, no voldy

a/n: took me an embarrassing amount of time to finish but i’m kinda soft for this fic ngl

people never stay friends with their exes. even with the promises of being one when breaking up. most find it, understandably, too awkward to continue any sort of relationship with them.

you would have been one of those people, at least you think so. but certain circumstances have deemed this preference a futile thought.

“i can’t believe you got me here to clean your bathroom.” sirius glared, peeling off the rubber gloves off his hands and slumping down on the breakfast nook.

“someone had to do it.” you shrugged, “it wouldn’t be the first time,” you smiled, vanishing the gloves and cleaning the table too. before placing a plate in front of him filled with sausages, toast and beans.

“that’s the fucked up part! it isn’t even my first time doing this.” he groans, grabbing a fork that you immediately slapped away.

“wash your hands first, you animal.”

he whines a protest but gets up anyway, rubbing his slapped hands as he does so—pouting because he’s dramatic like that.

“aren’t you going to eat with me?” he asks, his back turned to you as he washes his hands.

you were almost going to say yes, out of habit, having done so numerous times before. but remembered belatedly, the date set up by regulus with one of his work colleagues. a proper fit to you, he said. “no, i’m meeting somebody for dinner later.”

he closes the tap, turning to you again. “dinner? with who?”

you clicked your tongue at the dripping mess he’s making on the floor. grabbing paper towels and tossing it to him to wipe it himself. “some bloke from regulus’ work.”

“regulus? another date then?”

you nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the idea of talking about dates your ex’s brother set you up with.

he frowned. going back to the table and grabbing the fork to start eating the warm food. “i see,”

and that was, thankfully, the end of that.

you didn’t really want to delve into your dating life with anyone, much less your ex-boyfriend of all people—no matter how many times he cleans your bathroom. it was already morbidly pathetic, how your friends seem to think you needed help finding someone new and to move on with.

but in your defence, it is rather difficult finding someone who would be okay with your, er, arrangement with your ex.

it is all sirius’ fault, really, but what isn’t? accidentally making a magically-binding promise to you, seems just like the type of thing he would do. and he has.

ever since he made that promise at 17 when you’ve just started dating, sirius has been showing up in your life, ready to help you with anything you need. you thought of this is in a more figurative sense, but no. that was too simple.

instead, whenever you need something. maybe something as simple as scratching your back, to partaking in a monthly bathroom cleaning, sirius would just appear out of thin air into your house, or wherever you need him, and he would be required to do it else he wouldn’t be able to leave.

when you were dating, this was something you both enjoyed, sometimes even looked forward to. using it as an excuse to latch unto each other the whole day. but now, having been spilt for how many years now (3 but who’s counting?) you can imagine how this magic promise has become a nuisance in your everyday life.

you tried resisting it, of course. though the power of will and mental fortitude can only do so much when you can’t reach the top shelves of your kitchen. forget about avoiding your ex, when he can just pop in whenever, wherever, when you get so much as a paper cut. you can see how the novelty of the situation can run its course. so much so, you sort of just learn how to deal with it instead of fighting it.

you’ve learned to use this to your advantage, of course, making him do chores around the house, makes him a great house elf without the moral issues of owning one.

he was also quite reluctant, when you both broke up, but that was to be expected. he had tried moving away to france, thinking the distance might prevent him from showing up. but that only made it difficult to explain to the travel officers how he can exit the country without violating travel wizarding laws.

regardless of the reluctant acceptance of such peculiar arrangement, you still have that hope you can somehow reverse it.

this particular hope always trampled by your friends’ insistence to utilize your situation to your extreme satisfaction.

“i don’t understand why you would want to remove it, to be honest.” dorcas frowned flipping through the pages of magical vows and contracts, vol.2. “i mean if i had someone doing things for me all day long, i certainly wouldn’t complain.”

“are you joking? why would anyone want to stay bound to their ex?”

she looked over to you, tone playfully mocking, but mocking regardless. “you mean an ex who does everything you need him to?”

“well, how would you feel if lily was always around you doing stuff for you?”

“oh please, if lily was bound to me, cleaning my bathroom wouldn’t be the only thing she would be doing.”

you grimace, “spare me the details, i beg of you.”

“so you wouldn’t like it if you and sirius partook… in certain late night activities?” she hummed.

you sputter out scandalized gasps, face feeling gruesomely warm, “don’t be disgusting! i have no intentions of ever doing anything with him and i assume he share the sentiments, a-and it is appalling that you think so—!” you breathed in deep, willing your face to relax and to settle your wild heart. “i don’t need him to be anything other than a reluctant acquaintance.”

pandora laughs from the floor, “not even considering him as a friend? poor sirius.”

you huff, embarrassed and frankly a bit betrayed.

you friends have convinced themselves of sirius’ intentions to be more than what is required of him. pushing you of all people to act upon seducing him using your gods given womanly assets, as pandora had once labelled.

you abruptly stood up from the table, going over to the stove to reheat the water to make more tea. “besides, i am perfectly capable of handling things by myself, thank you very much.”

it’s dorcas who laughs this time, “what do you mean? just last week, he had to bandage your finger for you because you bit your cuticle to blood. you are entirely dependent on him at this point.”

you huff, “i am not. i am a woman capable of attending to my own needs. that was the bind’s requirements of it all, i have to let him do these things or the bond won’t ever let him leave, you know this already.” you groan, rolling your eyes. “my point still stands. i don’t need him, nor will i ever need him. i just want all of this out of my life and in the past, like it should have been.”

“doesn’t he have his own room in this house by now?”

“it’s not his room, it’s a guest room— that he frequently uses. there’s a difference.”

it was pandora munching on peanuts, wholly amused that responded next, “right,” she drawled, “and that’s why he has his clothes folded and tucked away in the closet.”

“oh piss off, the nuisance sometimes happens in the middle of the night. how could i let him go home so late? what kind of host would i be?”

“couldn’t he just go home straight after?” dorcas asks.

“is it a nuisance, still?” pandora asks.

you cross your arms, petulant, “he can, but he chooses not to. and yes, still.” you scoff, “i know you think something filthy is happening but i particularly don’t enjoy his impromptu trespasses, believe me.”

“i don’t know, you two seem to be getting along quite well.”

“me and that useless oaf? are you joking?”

pandora smiled sweetly, “hardly useless now, i hear.”

“and what did you hear?”

“takes care of you quite well, what with dinner invites with the potters and even travelling?”

you turned around, fiddling with the tea cups, hoping to hide your darkening flush. but you know it did nothing, judging by their giggles.

“travelling?” dorcas inquired, interest piqued.

you don’t see her but you can sense her teasing smile.

you have yet to share that tidbit of embarrassing info to her. mainly because you don’t know how to squeeze it in and you don’t know how to even begin.

you did go to the potters for one random dinner. the invite came after sirius had come and helped you arrange your home library. it was just a simple dinner. filled with other people, hardly anything scandalous.

the travelling together was accidental. you were off to travel with bloke #4, as graciously dubbed by sirius (someone regulus had set you up with at the time) off to a romantic getaway for the weekend to a hot spring up the mountains. only to get thirsty halfway through your trip and have sirius show up in your train compartment only in his boxers and fluffy bunny slippers.

there were no other stops in the train. anti apparition wards set up and the floo connection was severed in the hotel to promote exclusivity, sirius had to join in on the activities through his relentless insistence. he had ate and laughed obnoxiously loud - sitting dangerously close to you the entire trip. he had constantly went on a tangent, reminiscing about your past relationship ranging from random dates to the make out spots you’ve frequented together in hogwarts. safe to say that was the last time you’ve heard from bloke #4.

but you could hardly think to be upset about that. you quite… enjoyed yourself.

but you’ll be damned before you admit that to these two vultures.

taking a deep breath, “there was no dinner invites nor travelling. it was—“

“magical nuisance, yes, yes.” pandora waves off.

you roll your eyes again, grabbing the hot kettle to steep the tea. “stop trying to make things—ah! fuck, ow.” you hiss, holding your painfully warm, stinging fingers. you see the tiny boils already appearing on your skin, the piercing pain shooting through your fingers. you squeezed your hand, hoping to elevate some of the pain.

sirius made a quick move to grab your wrists to pull you to the sink. you didn’t even hear him arrive.

“what happened?” he asks, silver eyes looking at you in intense worry. softly holding your hand under the cold running water gliding down your hand. he was standing so close to you you could smell a tiny hint of his soap. you slowly start to relax.

that is before you catch dorcas’ glinting gaze and pandora’s knowing smile. both of which you vehemently ignore, as you stare at your red fingers and his much larger hand on yours.

“i burned my fingers on the kettle.”

“goodness love, you have to be more careful.”

“sorry.” you mumbled, but having no idea why you would even apologize in the first place. still, you feel the heat of your hand spread to your body.

dorcas, having stood up to help you sat back down again, “hello, sirius. right on time as always.” she called, a cetain lilt in her voice you nervously recognized.

“sirius black, what a coincidence.” pandora sing songs, no subtlety whatsoever.

oh, they are just the worst.

he regarded them both in an overly familiar smile (an ex shouldn’t give to his ex’s friends) and in a light teasing tone as he says “good evening, ladies. why do i get the feeling like you’ve been gossiping about me?”

“you might have been mentioned once or twice.” pandora shrugged.

sirius softly laughs, the sound barely heard over the sink, before he stares at your fingers again, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive skin. before looking at you with a teasing smirk to which you only roll your eyes at.

you see shuffling in your peripheral, meeting your friend’s eyes, you see them gesture to you and sirius. trying to wordlessly communicate to you with wide smiles. you imagine something akin to, see? what did we tell you? not useless right? nuisance my ass. look at you guys holding hands under the water.

as if just realizing it now, you pull your hand away from his grip in an embarrassed haste, as he slowly lets go with a small frown etched on his face.

drying his hands on the towel, as he leans down to unnecessarily whisper to you. “i’m going to get a burn salve, i’ll be quick.”

“it’s in the—“

“bathroom, yes, angel, i know. just wait for me.” he drawled, giving you a wry smile.

you stare at his retreating figure. you almost want to laugh at his serious reaction to a simple burn from a kettle. hardly calls for any salve. but you kept the comments in, for whatever reason. a fluffy, dangerous feeling erupting in your chest.

you hear dorcas whistle to get your attention, a smirk on her face, “angel?”

when the promise first happened, it was during graduation from hogwarts. absolutely gutted by the fact that your parents didn’t show. they’ve been vocal about their disappointment that you weren’t able to finish at the top of your class. but you had hoped they would still show. you were, after all, still their kid.

but there was noticeably empty seats in an area reserved for your family. so, naturally as any teenager, the next best thing you could do in the situation is cry alone in a bathroom.

though the lack of company didn’t last too long, because then your boyfriend appeared, looking to be in a middle of taking pictures if his big and goofy face is anything to go by.

he heard you, before he saw you. hearing your soft sniffles and the tiny hiccups from your mouth. at the time, you both didn’t question what had happen. why he was inside the girl’s bathroom, why is there a strange pull to follow your every whims. but he was suddenly there to comfort you, and make you smile again—who were you deny his services?

you both only managed to understand what was happening by the third time it happened. sirius suddenly appearing by your bedside, wet and covered in suds. he was in the middle of showering and you promptly freaked out, seeing large bits you weren’t ready to see yet.

but understanding why it was happening didn’t mean both of you would be prepared anytime it actually happened.

the bind didn’t pick and choose when, where, and why he would appear. there was an embarrassing moment when he showed up in the bathroom when you’ve ran out of tissue paper. also at your house during dinner when you needed salt, to which your parents justifiably freaked out at the sight of a boy, claiming to be your boyfriend.

this hasn’t changed years later.

now as you lie in your bed, feeling the scratchy feeling in your throat. you knew by the tingles in your arms. the thrumming static of your magic within you— letting you know of his arrival before you could even sit up.

there he was, your ex-boyfriend, like the days before. it was terribly late, and he was struggling to even stand straight as he yawns in the middle of your room, wearing a set of well-loved teddy bear pajamas.

“somethin’ wrong baby?” his voice deep, hoarse and low. something exciting spiking through your veins, making you more awake.

you knew, if he was more alert he wouldn’t have called you that.

you try not to think why you feel miffed by that fact.

“jus’ some water please.” you call softly from your bed.

he yawns again, rubbing his flat belly, “okay.” he breathes, walking in the darkness of your room with practiced ease.

you hear the small sounds of clanks in the kitchen, and the fridge being pulled open.

he knew you liked you water cold. he knew where your drinking glasses were. he knew where you keep the salves. he knew your apartment in the dark.

in the beginning, especially after your relationship ended, you associated this binding promise as an act of forceful requirement. at best, you see it as a favour you give to a stranger. but lately, especially in the quiet of your house, the pet names that keeps slipping out of his mouth as of late—you start to dangerously think of this as something else. as something more. as something painfully familiar.

he comes back quiet, siting on the bed near your thighs, as he hands you the cool, moist glass. his hair was tousled more than usual. there were sleeping marks on his face. he was probably already asleep before you needed him here.

you feel a little bit guilty, but you see his flushed cheeks through the soft glow of the moon outside your window, and the hooded gaze he desperately tries to keep open. you fight back a smile instead.

“is that all, baby?” his hand softly smoothing your hair at the back of your head. your room felt ridiculously warm.

“thank you.” you murmured before setting the glass on the bedside table.

he gives you one last sleepy smile, eyes closed and his hair toppling over his eyes. “okay, if that’s all—“

“are you going back?” you cut in, holding his wrist, your finger on his pulse. keeping him seated before he could even stand. before his warmth leaves your bed.

“i don’t have to..” he offers. like always, giving you the choice to draw the line.

you hesitate before you answer, letting go of his wrist, “it’s late..” and that’s all you say, and apparently that’s all he needs.

“is it alright then, if i stay the night? then i can leave in the morning?” he whispers back. his warm hand, touching your thigh over the covers. he felt so far away.

you don’t do this, not usually. but in the dark space of your room you feel more confident. more assured. braver.

you move slightly to the side, giving him space, “if you want.” conveniently forgetting the existence of the spare room. choosing to blame it on the lack of sleep.

he smiles, moving the covers. the short moment of exposure making you shiver in the cold. he notices, quickly sliding into bed with you. arms stiffly on his sides and yours crossed across your chest.

still not brave enough.

you feel him shuffle, laying on his side and facing you. his fingers just barely grazing your sides in a soft touch.

you fell asleep faster than any other night, hearing him breath near your ear.

you dream of a teary conversation from a time not so long ago, of desperate pleas not to leave you. and when you feel his arm curl around your waist. you dreaming of nothing for the rest of night.

the next morning, you woke up later than you would have, and see the too empty space next to you. the pang in your chest, grossly familiar.

it had been a month since the night he’s stayed with you. not a breath has been acknowledged about that night. choosing to ignore the lingering tension, the long stares and the awkward dispositions.

you don’t know whether to feel relieved or frustrated.

of course, your friends had noticed this - because hadn’t they been analyzing each of your move when it comes to sirius black?

dorcas eventually had to force it out of you. to which pandora squealed and teased you in delight. insistent of the blooming change in your relationship.

“blooming change?” you repeated.

“what? it’s poetic!” she argues.

“it’s dumb,” regulus calls out. “y/n isn’t the kind to return to an ex, especially not to my dumb brother, right y/n?” he looks so earnestly confident. so much so that you couldn’t even lie to agree with him. truth be told, you have no idea if you were even the type to go back, regardless if it was reggie’s dumb brother or not.

because sirius has been your first boyfriend and if this bind continues on, he might be your last. you don’t know if that’s a good thing, all things considered.

everyone has turned to you now, in varying degrees of smugness, amusement, pride and playful pity.

dorcas laughs, saving you from answering. “i don’t know reggie, seems like y/n’s getting a little swayed.”

reggie reacts for you, as if offended. “she is not! she is actively going on dates and meeting new people.”

“oh?” dorcas smirked.

barty, sitting up straighter, “doesn’t he have a room here or something?”

you say, “no,“ “yes.” pandora quips, at the same time.

you rolled your eyes, “it’s a guest room—“

“one that conveniently went unused in one random night.” evan hummed, smirking, as he blew his smoke out the window.

pandora and dorcas ooh’ed.

“it was late! he was practically dragging himself from the floor, i couldn’t let him hurt himself after i interrupted his sleep, a-and he was already there, it’d be rude not to—i don’t even know why i’m explaining myself to you!— i don’t have to explain myself, because i did nothing wrong.” your met with four amused looks and one gut wrenchingly, disappointed one.

dorcas clicked her tongue, “i don’t know why you’re even fighting it at this point.”

“what do you mean by that?”

“i mean, you clearly want to be with him still.”

you sputter, sitting straighter, indignant as you say, “what gave you that idea?”

“the longing gaze.”

“acting all shy.” barty adds.

“the late night rendezvous,” evan hums.

“giving him his own room.” pandora pointedly looked at you.

“the inability to pursue any other relationship after him.” regulus tutted.

you gasp, betrayed. “even you reggie?”

regulus rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and legs, “i am running out of eligible acquaintances to set you up with, you know.”

you don’t even know how to respond to that.

frankly you can’t. because you know they were right, and dammit if that didn’t hurt your pride just a little.

still, ridiculously hung up on an ex that didn’t even love you. a joke, really.

but you relish in the idea of sirius being near you. it sends a certain tingle down your spine just knowing he’ll arrive anytime, and be there for you. you like how he always stands so close to you even if he doesn’t have to. you like how you don’t have to tell him what he has to do before he does it. you like the pet names naturally slipping past his pretty mouth. how he’s always touching you in some way. how familiar it feels. the habits, the conversations, the feelings—how easy it all seems.

but it isn’t. you know it isn’t.

because you’ve tried and failed.

you fell for him, loved him the way you know how. leaving nothing for yourself as you give everything for him. loving him with no expectations for him to do the same. and so, he doesn’t.

he couldn’t love you back. at least not in the way you entirely feel for him.

he couldn’t look past his life and the experiences he’d endured just to reach that moment in the past. it wrecked you. you didn’t expect anything, but it still hurt when you got nothing for everything you had.

you don’t like the reminder, but you know you need it. you know how destroying it is to forget. you’ve tried being with him already and it didn’t work. you say this to them, whispered, as if ashamed.

you don’t even feel the tears sliding down your check as you say this.

dorcas’ smile dropped and pandora immediately sat down beside you.

“hey, you know it won’t be like that again.” pandora rubbing your shoulders.

“do i?” you rasped. “what’s so different about now than before? what’s to stop us from breaking up again?”

“it’s going to be different because you are different, and so is he.” dorcas said. “you were just teenagers, you barely knew yourselves back then. you weren’t ready for each other yet. he had issues to work out, and you had to grow up a little to understand that.”

you sniffled, “and you think we’re ready.”

“yes,” they all said.

dorcas reaching over and squeezing your hand, “i know you’re both ready.”

you shake your head, you don’t know if that’s true, “our forced proximity lasted longer than our actually relationship. and it’s only lasted this long because it’s just that—forced.”

pandora shook her head, dangling earrings clinking together. “that’s not true. it’s lasted this long because you wanted it to. you both wanted it to.”

evan nodded, smothering his cigarette butt and throwing it outside, “i, personally, wouldn’t want to spend any second with any of my exes, but you both didn’t even try finding any sort of solution to break the promise.”

barty gives you an awkward smile, as evan continues “if you had wanted to call it quits you would’ve found a way to end all of this the moment he had broken up with you. but you didn’t—“

“that’s because i couldn’t—“

“don’t lie,” regulus cut in, pouting, looking a bit like a petulant child. “we all know you could have found something in this ridiculously large library of yours.”

“why are you suddenly advocating for sirius and i to get back together again?”

regulus clicked his tongue, looking away. a slight flush on his cheeks. “i’m not advocating anything.” he huffs. “he’s an idiot who doesn’t deserve you. but if it’s sirius that ultimately makes you happy. then so be it.”

you swallow a lump, breathing a staggering breath, “i don’t know if he even—“

“he does.” regulus looking at you, eyes clear and sure. “he wouldn’t be so cross with me for setting you up with dates if he doesn’t.”

that same night, sirius, for once, was not summoned by you but of a call from regulus.

he already feels the natural flare of irritation, bracing himself for another round of teasing hums and provoking stories about how you’re on a date in an exclusive restaurant, with a bloke who’s ready to give you everything you need.

standing up from james’ couch, going to the kitchen to block the noise from the muggle telley, as remus called it. then accepting the call,

“i swear if you’re calling just to gloat about another conquest you’ve put her through then—“

“she needs you.” regulus slurred.

feeling an immediate spike in his heartbeat. already grabbing his jacket and hurrying to the front door to leave.

“we’re in a pub, bring your motorbike or something, she can’t apparate right now, too drunk.”

“i’ll be there in 10.” grabbing remus’ keys off a bowl in the entrance.

“oi, where the hell are you taking my car?” remus shrieked from the couch.

without looking back, “she needs me.”

peter whines from the living room, “but the game-!”

and he only slams the door close as a response.

“we’re in the east village, near a fountain.” regulus sluggishly explained before hanging up.

sirius wasn’t the best driver. in hindsight, he probably should have asked remus to drive him to you. but this was about you. he could hardly think about anything else when it comes to you. he would do anything for you, binding promise or not.

he found it particularly odd and extremely worrying, why you’re drinking on a thursday night. he knew you couldn’t handle your alcohol well, always ending up drinking too much and passing out.

considering regulus had to call him to come get you didn’t help his nerves as he drove faster than the limit allowed.

when he arrived expecting the worse, he found himself smiling at the sight of you.

you were laying your head on regulus lap as you both sat on the bench. he can hear barty and pandora trying to lift each other. dorcas and evan cheering them on.

but all he can see is you laying there. eyes closed and cheeks darkly flushed, dress splaying over your thighs. regulus smoothing your hair, lulling you to sleep. when he met his brother’s eyes. the younger black rolled his eyes and beckoned him over.

“took you long enough.” regulus grumbled, now sounding sober than when he called.

“is she okay?” sirius asks, crouching down and staring at your sleeping face for any signs of discomfort or pain.

regulus sighs, “just got a bit carried away, this one. she was… upset tonight so we let her have her fun an—“

“upset?” sirius cuts, couldn’t help the finger tracing your cheek and jaw. your nose twitching at his action. “why was she upset?”

regulus waves his hand, making vague gestures but offering no explanation. sirius frowns.

“i can take her home,” standing up, now as he calls out to the others. “does anybody else need a ride?”

all four heads, shook their heads and offered varying words of thanks. “you reggie?”

“don’t bother, i’m perfectly capable.” he tuts. “be careful of that metal beast.”

with slow movements, sirius slides his arms under your neck and the back of your thighs. making sure your dress stay tucked and you comfortably napping before lifting you up.

once lifted, your head turns to the crevice of his neck, burying your nose and breathing in deep. wrapping your own arms around his neck with practiced ease and familiarity.

his heart thrumming and slowing all the same. he likes you like this, so close to him and looking so content as you do now.

nodding his goodbyes to the others, as he walks to the car again. opening the car door proved to be a challenge what with an armful of you. but he managed to do so without jostling you too much. he didn’t want to wake you, but such actions proved to be futile as the moment you were placed in the passenger seat, you froze awake.

he tries to appease you with a gentle smile, brushing your hair behind your ear. “hi love, i’m getting you home today, is that alright?”

“siri?” you rasp, looking at him like he wasn’t real. his chest pounding as he sees your eyes glossing and shining with unshed tears. he immediately crouch down in front of you, grabbing of your hands, and peppering soft kisses on your knuckles.

“what is it, my love, why are you crying?”

“you’re here?”

he nodded, kissing your knuckles again. “i’m here.”

you said nothing, just staring at him. looking so lost and tearful. he feels a little guilty thinking you to be heart-clenchingly adorable, right now. looking so soft and precious, the urge to stay the night in the parking lot and just stare at you was strong but he knows he has to take you home, else you get sick.

he thought you were to say nothing else. so, he stood to close the door and head to the driver’s seat but you whined. tugging at his hand still in your clasp and pull him to you. tucking his head into your neck and burying your hand in his hair.

this is entering dangerous territories now, he thinks. one he very much like to continue venturing but he knows you weren’t sound of mind right now. so he refrains from touching you anymore than he has. his hands desperately clutching to the cold, hard car, substituting for your soft, pretty skin.

you whine, “don’t go.”

“‘m not going anywhere, baby. i’m just going to the seat next to you.” he mumbled, his lips agonizingly grazing your skin, he ignores the way your body shivers and the filthy thoughts that come with it. his hands gripping the car tighter.

“next to me?”

“yes, next to you.”

you eventually let him go, but not without constant coaxing.

he drives, slow and steady. avoiding potholes and uneven roads. you fell asleep again, from the slow, quiet drive and the soft, mellow music coming from the radio.

then sooner than he had liked, he parks in front of your house. he kills the engine and he whispers his calls to you. not sure whether he wants you awake to be feeling okay enough to walk or asleep so he can touch you again.

he moves when you stay quiet, doing everything he can to keep you from waking up. letting out a soft hiss each time a creak or a thump echoes in your quiet house.

when he finally, finally reaches your bedroom and lays you there, he’s quick to take off your shoes. then the realization of his next move taunts him. although, you looked very pretty with your dress, he doesn’t know if he should change your clothes into something more comfortable for you.

he knew an intense hungover when he sees one. getting up to change clothes isn’t pleasant with a raging headache. he stares at your laying figure. the thin strap of your dress slipped down, and your legs looking longer than he remembers.

he looks away before he sees anymore. it didn’t feel right, looking at you that way. especially whilst unconscious.

he open your dresser, knowing the drawer you keep your pajamas.

he sees a familiar, more faded than he remembers, shirt he always wore. the thought of you wearing his clothes makes him too happy and giddy for an adult man.

he fights his heart from beating too loudly. afraid you’ll hear. bites his lips to stop his giddy grin, and forces his eyes to focus on his search. but eventually did land on his old shirt and some long bottoms so you’d be warm.

he slid the bottoms first. careful not to touch your skin but very much feeling the heat of your thigh. he held his breath as he reached the curve of your bum. stopping and not knowing what to do next. with one arm he lifts you slightly off the bed. and with his eyes clenched tight, fast and frantic hands—holding his breath as he went to pull it up.

next was his your shirt. he had you sit up, head laying heavy on his shoulders. softly pulling back from you to slip the shirt over your head before letting you lean into him again. guiding your arms and pulling the soft tee down.

with a bated breath, he feels for the zipper at the back of your dress.

fingers touching and sliding over your back. the touch leaving a lingering static in his fingers. when he clutched the thin tiny thing, he slide it down. slowly, careful not to pinch your skin.

he hears you sigh from relief, letting himself smile, knowing he did a good job.

he lets you lay back down, properly this time, slip off your dress, cleans your face with a warm wet face towel.

he knows he should go. he knows to let you get your rest and sleep. knows he should return remus’ car. knows the lads are probably waiting for him. but there is no urge to leave. instead he stares at your clean bare face, the soft lines and pretty marks on your face just adds more to your allure.

he didn’t know how long he stared at you. it could’ve been a minute to a full hour, too busy studying your face, seeing all the new marks and the familiar ones, committing them to memory.

he was about to leave, lest he bothers you and wake you up. but you stirred.

stretching as you did so. and blearily stared at him. expectant and quiet.

your voice hoarse but genuine all the same. “it’s late..” he knew what you mean. the unspoken invitation, just like last time.

and he wants to—god he wants to.

“i can’t baby,” you were drunk, he wasn’t. it wouldn’t be fair.

“you’re leaving again?”

that did him in, slumping down on the bed. rubbing your outer thigh through your covers. “i’ll stay then, just rest.”

“but you’ll just leave me like last time.” you mumbled.

he gives you a lopsided smile, apologetic and painfully endeared all the same, “i had to, my love, i had work.”

“no,” you breathed, softly shaking your head, letting out a staggering breath like you were going to cry. “i meant the first time.” you whispered.

it was shameful the way he slowly realized what you had meant. you didn’t sound angry or bitter. or even resentful even if you had all the rights to.

he didn’t respond. letting your words stew in his mind. the quiet in the entire house emphasized by the ringing in his ears. he didn’t know what to say.

what words you were waiting for him to say. what words he can say to make it all better.

he didn’t even know you still think about that. still thinking about your relationship, and what had happened, and why it ended the way it did.

still thinking about it like him, who sometimes find it difficult to sleep thinking about you and the pain he caused you. the regret heavy in his veins like lead.

he should apologize, probably beg or grovel about the way it ended.

he was about to.

but he hears your soft breathing again. the stillness in your body, only sleep can make that he realizes he’s lost his chance.

again.

he rubbed your thighs, still. hoping to lull you into a deeper sleep. he grabbed a glass of cold water and put a statis charm so it would stay cool. he petted your hair, and caressed your cheek. it was painful, and he struggled. but he eventually left. feeling the same amount of fulfilled and disappointment altogether.

it was the next morning where sirius was beckoned again, this time not by a call from his baby brother but by the usual pull of your magic. he had expected as much, even fixed up his hair and wore fresh clean clothes and even put on perfume.

he did it whenever he could. in case you were to need him.

he even has a couple of hungover potion in his pocket just in case.

when he got summoned, popping into your familiar bedroom like the nights and mornings before. he was greeted with you still buried under the covers, eyebrows scrunched and eyes already open. you looked like you’ve been awake for some time now, but still refused to move.

you looked so tired and groggy and so soft and warm and homely and pretty.

someone with a hungover shouldn’t look as good as you did. but you are. he ignores the flutters in his stomach, tightening into a coil and puts on an easy smile.

“good morning dizzy girl.” he sing songs. plopping down on your bed, making sure to bounce you a little as he did.

you groan some more, turning away from him, holding your head.

he softly laughs. reaching over to smooth out your hair, “did you drink water?”

“hn.”

he took that as a no.

“up you go, c’mon. drink, you’ll feel better.” he grabs the glass. still filled full and cool like last night.

sliding his rough hands under your neck and the other to your back. slowly sitting you up so you can drink. you give little to no protest at all at his touch and considers this a win. his lips feeling a little wobbly as he fights a smile.

you took a small sip and then a larger gulp, sighing after finishing the whole glass.

“i also have a hangover potion and a headache one that lily made, so you know it’s good—“

“you left again.” you rasped, a small frown on your pretty face, still turned away from him.

he stops.

it suddenly dawns on him how you’ve yet to look at him, or greet him like you do when he always appears. he chalked it up to you being hungover or the highly probable headache you must have. not sulking, or possible moping over the fact that he hadn’t waited for you until morning.

he feels his heart take up larger room than normal in his chest. the loud thrumming under his veins as his magic comes to life, the burning desire of it all, the ringing in his ears, his pulse loud and the heat coming to his face.

you weren’t playing fair.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, scooting near you. reaching out to wrap his arms around your shoulders, then lightly tugging you to him, to lean on him like you did the night before. it was through his absolute delight that you let him.

giving him the courage to continue his ministrations.

“you said you’d stay.” you softly whined, voice muffled by his neck. your hands gripping his shirt.

so unfair.

he’s fully hugging you now. he tries to fight the sigh that threatens to come out of his mouth from having you in his arms again.

he hadn’t expected for you to remember last night, what with constantly falling asleep. he should’ve prepared for it though.

“i’m sorry.” he repeats. this more graver than the last. this apology carrying more weight and more reason, when he remembers your last question.

“you always leave.” he feels something wet touch his neck. his hearts clench, the image of your tears too clear for him. “always leaving me.”

he tries to lean back to get a good look on you but once you felt him move away, you tightened your grip. now wrapping your own arms around his waist. sirius doesn’t know how to feel. suddenly wrapped in your warmness and the familiar feeling and the guilt that you’re crying over him.

again.

causing you pain, again.

“i know, i’m sorry.” he hates that it’s all he can say. hates he can’t say anything else.

so you ask, “why?”

why?

he knows what you’re asking isn’t about why he’s sorry for leaving. he knows you’re asking something else. one withheld from you from the very beginning.

why do keep calling me nicknames?

why do keep touching me?

why do i feel this way?

why can’t you stay?

why did you leave?

why didn’t you love me back?

there’s a lot of answers he’s withheld from you but he starts from the one heavy on his mind.

he suddenly wonders if you’ve been left wondering too.

if it keeps you up at night, and having no one to answer it. if it eats you up and if you regret being with him, the same way he regrets ever leaving you.

“i didn’t think that— you would want me to stay, after what i did. i didn’t dare myself to even think you could still want me— or even be around my presence at all.” he says this quiet and so close to your ear.

you let him go now, leaning against the bed post instead.

sirius instantly wishing for you to come back into his arms again, but he refrains.

“you thought i didn’t want you?”

“who would?” he laughs, albeit a bit self-deprecating but hoping you’ll take it as a joke. you only frown. “sirius, of course i would still want you. you’re the best thing that happened to me.” your eyes looked so clear then, so sure.

so sure it burns him.

“but i hurt you. i caused you pain, i’ve disappointed you again and again—“

“you didn’t disappoint me.” you grab his hands, your touch still so soft like he remembers it. “i was hurt, yes, but that wasn’t your fault. it was my own fault for giving you more than what you were comfortable with.”

he shook his head, frowning hard. “don’t do that.”

“what?”

“be understanding,” he laughs, incredulous. “taking responsibility for me being a shitty boyfriend to you for being a complete arse to you.”

“you did what you could. what with everything you went through?”

he turns away, but you grab his face with your other hand, and tilts his chin up.

“all the things you’ve had to endure? i know you try to hide your struggles with it all. but i see you. i see all the things, all the extra steps you have to take to become better than what your parents set you out for. and now look at you, making it out on your own. making new friends, no trace of the anger and bitterness they tried so hard to embed in you. i loved you for it all, and i understood why you couldn’t, even if it hurt. because that’s how people love. you love someone even if they have all the capabilities to hurt you more than anything in the world— and i have loved you for so long. and i might’ve not understood this when we were younger, but i do now. i wasn’t asking for apologies because i’ve long forgiven you for everything in the past. but i wanted to know what it is you felt. why you felt the need to hide the reasons from me.”

he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

you let his face go. but he grabs it. incasing your hand in his.

mind sticking to one thing he feared.

loved?

has he lost his chance again?

have you deemed him unnecessary?

“you don’t—?” he sighs, stopping himself, that wasn’t important right now. especially not if you were looking at him, looking so patient.

he started slow, contemplative if he can articulate it well enough for you to understand. “i didn’t think i could ever be capable of love, or be anyone you could ever want and need. because you’re amazing. when you said you loved me for the first time, i thought i was dooming you. my family. my circumstances. i thought i was going to ruin you and i couldn’t live with the thought of doing that to you. so i thought that leaving would be for the best. i tried to leave. tried and convinced myself it was for you. that i had to let you go for you. but i couldn’t do it. selfish as it is, i couldn’t let you go.

“i even found a way to stop the bind, but thinking that my last connection with you would be gone, and you would forget about me—have a life without me there, i couldn’t. because, because i love you. i have loved you from the moment you smiled at me. it terrified me, how much i love you and how much i was willing to do anything for you. i love you more than i could ever understand and i’m sorry if i couldn’t say it that time, i’m sorry if this is a bit late, but i love being needed by you. i love being around you. i-i need you, more than you could ever need me.”

he didn’t notice the tears spilling to his cheeks before you wiped it away for him.

your eyes looking so soft.

“you love me?” you breathed.

as if it was unbelievable.

as if it wasn’t possible.

sirius hates himself a little more at the thought he might have caused some insecurity for you.

because it was ridiculous.

“i love you.” and like a broken record, he repeats it. again and again and again. much firmer than the last.

and you smile, so big and beautiful. and your eyes shining and so pretty. it was like the sun was shining so much brighter that day. like the clouds were opening up in the sky and bathing you in a golden glow.

he repeats it again, because he’s spent so many years holding himself back. and if your reaction is the same every time he says it then he’ll say it everyday. with every sentence, with every greeting, with every meal you cook for him. with every night he picks you up from a pub absolutely sloshed. with every irritating conversation he has with his baby brother. with every teasing quips from the lads. with every secret smile you give him. every time he touches you, every time he looks at you. because gods, don’t you look absolutely magnificent and unbelievable right now.

“i love you,” he repeats.

“i love you too.” you laugh. like your smile was getting too wide and too happy that you had to laugh.

and his heart soars. couldn’t stop himself even if he tried, as he leans in and captures your lips like he’s done so many times before.

thinking himself a proper idiot if he ever thought he could ever live without touching your lips ever again.

he touches your face like he did the night before. he grabs your waist like he always does. and he tilts your heads like a time before. he tastes a salty thing as your tears slides near his lips and he relishes in its taste.

he feels the warmth spreading to his entire face and body. feels the humming of his magic intertwining with yours. your soft mouth moving against him. and the stretch of your lips, smiling into the kiss.

he pulls away even if he didn’t want to.

“i love you,” he says again, and you smile at him so sweetly.

he repeats it because of your pretty smile.

and again. because he can.

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NGL, you mentioning Leon Kennedy is now making me think he's clingy af to everyone who loves him, 'cause I've been getting the urge to replay RE2R/RE4 recently just because of him.

To, uh, gaze at him respectfully. Very respectfully. 👀👀👀

Bro yesssssssssssss

I swear that bby boi is so affection-starved after everything that happened to him that the moment he finds real love, there's no way he's holding back <3

And with that, here's what I came up for Leon so far because he decided to invade my dreams-- HAHAHAHA

TAGS: Older!Leon (late 30s-early 40s)/F!reader(early-mid 20s), age gap, pervy thoughts, affection-starved!Leon, headcanons

Older!Leon who'd all but given up any semblance of a normal relationship after everything he's gone through. He lazes about in the coach of the cheap apartment he sentenced himself into living in (despite the swanky and secure government housing freely provided as one of the top agents) with a cold beer while some random series was playing on low volume on the TV

Older!Leon who hears knocking on his door and begrudgingly answers it only to be met with the prettiestcutestmostgorgeousmouthwatering person he'd ever seen in his life

Older!Leon gets a full whiff of your strawberries & cream scent even before you opened your mouth and has him thinking of everything that is innocent, good, and worth protecting in this world. He then realizes that you'd already introduced yourself and that he'd been staring at you like a creep this whole time

“Kennedy…Uhhh…Leon S. Kennedy,” he half mumbles and states as he tries not to look too deeply into your eyes lest he finds himself lost in their depths. He doesn’t need to look more of a creep than you might have already thought he was

And when you don’t immediately run for the hills, he internally sighs in relief. It’s a foreign feeling to him, because after all the horrors he’d witnessed and experienced, the last thing he ever worried about was how other people perceived him

That he was actually worried about what you thought about him despite having only met is both alarming and yet somehow…comforting? It tells him that despite how broken he thinks he is, he’s not so broken as to no longer care at all about anything

…It also helps that you’re such a cutie that it’s impossible for him not to care about you. Especially when you keep bringing him your homemade food all the time

The animal part of his brain rumbles with pleasure at how you were already being such a good mate by making sure he’s well-fed when he’d yet to properly bond you to him. It reinforces the idea that some part of you unconsciously knew that he was the one for you

“It’s the first time I’ve lived on my own, and I guess I’m just not used to making only food for one. I don’t like letting food go to waste either, so I thought maybe one of the neighbors might appreciate it. Safe to say that I never get to any of the other neighbors since you’re always gratefully accepting my cooking, Mr. Kennedy”

Had he been a lesser man, your playful teasing would have resulted in you pinned to the floor as he loomed over you, covering your naughty little mouth with his. He could already imagine the tiny squeak you’d let out in surprise or the delicious whimpers he’d coax from your plush lips that he’d only swallow up

“I think we’re more than acquainted enough to get past our surnames, don’t you think? Just Leon is fine with me, doll.”

The first time he hears his given name spoken from your lips, his traitorous brain conjures up an image of you with your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head as he fucks your pretty pussy open with his cock

Was he getting too attached because you were the first person outside of the dangerous world he lived in who showed genuine care without expecting anything in return?

…Perhaps

But did he really care?

Honestly, no

If anything, it’s only a matter of time until he no longer had to imagine waking up next to you in the morning or getting back home from a mission or the office and having you wrapped in a pretty little apron without anything underneath waiting patiently for him

#lexsssu writes #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy #leon s. kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #resident evil x reader #resident evil headcanons

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vintagepvssy · 5 months

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(Mostly) NSFW Headcanons - Part II

Disclaimer: Slight spoilers ahead so be warned. Just covering movies I have seen before or know a decent amount about the character. Overall, just my own personal opinions. This is just for shits and giggles so feel free to disagree. I’m also very aware that I’m being a hater rn.

Red Eye (2005) | Wes Craven - Jackson Rippner

• FREAKY ASS DUDE

• probably would learn everything about you before asking you out

• mean asf, like definitely the type to pick on you and call you a cry baby

• loves, loves, loves roleplay, specifically: CNC (Burglar x Sleeping Victim)

• big on humiliating you, probably the type to hold your head down while giving head. Likes his balls being sucked..

• feral mf, loves to use his teeth (ankle biter energy) and eats pussy like a champ [insert slurping noises]

Perriers Bounty (2009) | Ian Fitzgibbon - Michael McCrea

• top contender for best in bed

• grimey little dude.. but hey, bums know how to lay pipe like it’s their god given purpose

• not attached to any particular fetish or kink just very experimental and kinky

• 3 words: tongue in ass. There I said it. Specifically from the back, he will stick his tongue in places god hasn’t even seen.

Broken (2012) | Rufus Norris - Mike Kiernan

• spontaneous and sensual. Probably an exhibitionist lowkey

• can be a bit selfish at times, but definitely makes it a priority to make you cum.

• could definitely see him having a thing for stockings or thigh highs

Inception (2010) | Christopher Nolan - Robert Fischer

• if a boy was a princess it would be him

• DADDY ISSUES

• all bark no bite, he’s a bottom if I’ve ever seen one. Loves being told what to do and how to take it

• big fan of praise and humiliation

• will dom at times but definitely is not his preference

Watched the Detectives (2007) | Paul Soter - Neil Lewis

• Puppy

• horny teenager vibes, probably would fuck you in his office while your bent over his desk

• loves roleplay but in the vanilla way like: cop x criminal, stepsiblings 🤭, strangers, Bonny and Clyde. Just overall loves recreating cheesy pornos.

• loves when you’re all natural down there

• definitely likes to think he’s the one in charge but you would absolutely wear the pants in the relationship

• whiny asf, likes to whimper and pout. Big on theatrics.

Breakfast on Pluto (2005) | Neil Jordan - Patricia Kitten Braden

• the queen herself 👸

• another top contender for best sexual partner

• pillow princess, loves to be taken care of but will absolutely do the same for you. Definitely giving switch vibes

• super tender and sensual, could definitely see a friends to lovers trope here

• LOVES to tease and loves sexual tension. Wandering hands and subtle glances kind of shit

Sunshine (2007) | Danny Boyle - Robert Capa

• needy little freak but in a subtle way

• you would probably have to make the first move

• would probably zone out during sex ngl

• classic fan of gripping hips and neck kisses, relatively vanilla but open to exploring

• nonchalant lover but good bf overall

The Dark Knight Rises (2012) | Christopher Nolan - Jonathan Crane

• say it with me now— Mommy Issues

• don’t be afraid to join in— daddy issues

• probably grew up with his grandma or two loving parents that he despises deeply

• sick little gremlin, probably into sounding or golden showers

• two words: doggy style 😎

• he’s a switch, but mostly doms because he gets off on the thought that he’s better than you

• big on quickies, hump and dump kind of dude. Casual sex, but not super big on multiple partners

• so repulsed by the thought of sex that either the utter crippling shame of it turns him on so much that he acts like a deranged animal

• or is so repulsed that it hinders him and only does it when absolutely necessary

28 Days Later (2002) | Danny Boyle - Jim

• Jim, Jim, Jim — I love him with my whole heart and my whole pussy

• hear me out.. probably the best sex out of everyone HEAR ME OUT

• this man is DEVOTED okay!! Bro would take out an army base of 20 men just to get a lick of pussy (more so, a gentle sensual kiss, shared between two troubled lovers)

• you know he’ll eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Probably would bring his own bib and cutlery js 🙄

• not overly kinky, in fact probably a bit inexperienced, but satisfaction is guaranteed.

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straykids-gives-me-life · 1 year

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Dating Stray Kids (hyung line + hyunjin)

⩤ Chan ⩥

he would be such a good bf.

looking after you to the extreme when you're sick, cuddling you whenever he has the chance, kisses on your forehead.

he's happy when he's with you... most of the time.

it's very rare that he bring his problems to you as he thinks that he is being a burden.

there is nothing better for him than you.

if he's having a bad day, just one kiss from you makes it all better.

and the s e x.

immaculate is all I can say.

he would appreciate you and your body so much that his eyes are literal hearts when he touches you.

he is such a sucker for you.

⩤ Minho ⩥

everyone thinks he'd be such a grumpy person but when he's with you, he's the exact opposite.

you mean everything to this man and believe me when I say that he is obsessed with being near you.

whether that's cuddling, kissing, holding you for no reason, he loves it.

his kisses are so gentle but filled with so much love.

he isn't one for PDA but he won't say no to holding your hand or giving you small kisses on the top of your head.

the s e x with minho is like no other.

he can either be gentle or rough, however you want it.

usually he doms but on the rare occasion, he'll let you dom him.

⩤ Changbin ⩥

this man's muscles.

that's all I have to say.

he will show off how strong he is at any given moment.

from picking you up or simply opening a jar (ngl sometimes even he struggles with the jars)

he will never say no to you going crazy over his arms.

this man's thighs too ;)

despite all of this, he will literally hold onto you whenever you sit down.

it doesn't matter where you are or who can see (unless he's live obviously) he will cuddle you.

he's a sucker for your tits too.

whether he holds them, sucks on them or even lays his head on them and doses off.

if he can't sleep that is exactly what he will do.

he is such a sweetheart in bed too.

stopping before he moves on to ask if you're still okay and comfortable.

but can still fuck your brains out :)

⩤ Hyunjin ⩥

this man is so pretty.

and you make sure he knows that.

tbf he makes sure you know that.

he drives you up the fucking wall with how pretty he is.

hyunjin will never deny it either.

"my man is so pretty"

"I know"

he will be so lovey-dovey with you no matter where you are.

sat in a café? he'll kiss you.

waiting in a line? he'll give you a hug.

back hugs from hyunjin>>>>

it doesn't matter how busy either of you are, it is his daily routine to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist.

^ love that btw.

now... I know most of the time he doesn't look like the type but-

this man.

will be a literal animal in bed.

like how will be pinning your hands above your head and will go from an angel to a devil in a heartbeat.

you love it tho <3

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This is an idea I’ve RPd with people (and would love to again if anyone wanted to…) and i just cannot stop thinking about.

The idea of men, instead of carrying seminal fluid and sperm in their testicles, carried eggs. They’re small and unfertilized, but must be spent every month or they’ll grow larger and potentially cause complications. Public sex and public laying of these eggs has become acceptable.

You meet a guy on a dating website, purely for sex. He comes over, and soon thereafter you’re making out on the couch and he comes clean. He reveals a massive set of testicles, full of eggs, likely from 3 or 4 months of build up. He came over with the intention of filling you up with them. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and before you know it you’re being bent over your kitchen counter with his cock in your pussy.

It’s not long before he pauses, a groan on his lips as eggs start pouring out of him. You can feel them, one by one, as they stretch you passing through him. Your hand cradles your belly as it slowly grows with the eggs being placed inside. By the time he’s done (and you’ve cum a time or two) you have the belly of a 4 month pregnancy. You exchange numbers and he walks away.

About a week or two later, the eggs have grown and grown. You’re waddling around with the belly of a 10 month pregnancy with triplets. You feel the sexiest you have ever felt. But, the time has come to lay your eggs.

You go to a public park, set up underneath a tree in the back, and strip. You’re completely naked, legs spread open, and start to push. The eggs come one after one, much larger than when they went into you. By the time you’re done, you’ve laid 30 unfertilized eggs. A small crowd has gathered to watch you, some men slowly rubbing their cocks. And among the crowd is the man who put the eggs inside of you in the first place, ready to put another clutch in you right then and there.

(I held onto this one a while just to keep reading it ngl. god.)

I'd heard of men who did this. It had never held much interest to me, before; sure, I'd been tempted, now and again, in a few relationships, to take their eggs - but I was always a little shy. And I always had work, or maybe personal hangups... maybe that was why I'd never held a relationship for long. And those strange guys, the ones who liked their balls being packed and tender, who wanted to stretch people out... I'd never really understood until I met him.

And they'd looked so good on him, so heavy and full. Slapping against my clit with each thrust. The stretch, god, I'd never felt anything like it, and with the noises he and I were making, it felt like animal breeding. He must have loved it as much as me. How my shirts didn't fit quite right, forced to wear loose jumpers until I could get some maternity wear, the fascinated stares of people clearly wondering how I could possibly be so late term and yet not have them already...

I'm glad it's summer, because even my normal tops are rapidly becoming crop tops. It's hard work to heft my body about. Everything has widened to help with the weight. People come over and ask how far in I am and I try to be vague but not moan whenever they ask to rub and feel the clutch (and I can't help but say yes.)

As the last egg is popping out, and bystanders come to help scoop up the clutch, offer to call my partner, take me to the hospital, whatever I need, I shake my head. I know what I need. Call him from the crowd. There are murmurs, of course, but my body is still shaking with pleasure. We drop the clutch off. Waddle home. Pin him to the wall, all mouth and tongue, biting at skin and clutching at each other, drag him upstairs... and grasp his cock firmly.

Before clipping the cage around it.

Because these last few weeks, I realised just how good that felt. And I grin, even as his eyes widen in alarm. "How long did you wait last time?" I whisper against his neck. "Four months." he murmurs back. "I think we can wait for six." I grin, stroking his balls, before stepping back and admiring how good the cage looks on his thick cock. "Then we can see how big I can really get, hm?"

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manhitone-n-none · 10 months

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(Hobie x Reader) The back of Spencers...?

Warnings: Suggestive, Mentions of sex toys and lingerie, No smut, Mentions of nic, Fluff if you can squint real hard

Summary: You saw that a new pet shop has opened in a mall near you, and you got the idea to bring Hobie with you to go see all the different animals Hobie thought it was a cute idea and agreed to go but before you guys left the shop, he saw something that gave him a cheeky idea. “Hey luv, Let's go see something real quick hm?” He said with a little devilish smirk. But you didn’t even catch his cheeky tone of voice. You nodded happily with excitement from the surprise that he is bound to show you. That is… if you even know what any of the little trinkets and clothing you were standing in front of are at all…

Author’s notes: Hey so like... w h a t- Bc I went ot the mall the other day and I went to Spencers for the first time because I thought it was js some bigger HotTopic type shi and boi I was so wrong. so wrong. But anyways I hope you all enjoy this story and bc it’s my first story I have ever made (for the public eye) please PLEASE tell me what I can do to be better a blogging, writing, and feel free to give suggestions (Can’t gaurentee that I will have the time to actually do all of them BUT I will do my absolute BEST to try to fulfill your fantasies)

“Aww I love that one!” You point to the white and black cat in its open crate behind a glass wall inside a new pet store in the mall. You saw that it recently opened while you were scrolling on Instagram and thought of the idea of bringing, you’re boyfriend with you to see all the animals.

“Cute cat but basic name innit?” Hobie questions as he points to the document next to the open crate that said ‘Oreo’.

“Eh… I can fix it!” You say excitingly as you guys moved on to the next animals.

“Oh yeah?” He questions as you guys were now staring at the snakes and amphibians.

“Yah! Like- um… hm… I dunno.” Hobie only chuckles at you trying to defend yourself but you failed. “You know… I don’t know why people think that snakes are scary and ugly, they are so cute! Look at its pretty eyes!” You ask Hobie as you both bend down a bit to see the snake’s tank.

“Same thing with society I’d say.” He sighs as you guys walk out the exit door and you only gave him a little hum from his response agreeing with him. You guys were now walking towards the exit of the mall, but you notice Hobie stopped walking next to you and you turned around to see what he was looking at. You noticed he was standing right in front of a brick entrance with a garage door hanging open at the top with spray paint written on it. Spencers? (ngl that store is clever with the design)

“Hey, luv?” He asks you while continuing to stare into the dimly lit store. “Let's go in here for a sec.” He enters without looking at you as you caught up to him at the entrance and saw loads of accessories and clothing from different anime shows and memes. You ask him what this store was, and he plainly told you that it piqued his interest. Yeah, right like you believed in that crap. You knew that he didn’t want to go into a store because it looked ‘interesting’ because that's the opposite of what he believes about ‘capitalism schemes luring you in’ and whatnot. But as you were caught up in your thoughts you saw something printed on soft pajama pants.

“Hobie look it's you!” You show him the red Spiderman pajama pants and he gives a big chuckle.

“Bit weird knowing that my masked face is on someone's nightgown innit?” He chuckles as you both walked a little deeper into the store. You put back the pants and noticed board games above your head. To be honest you thought they were a bit interesting and quite unique, but you didn’t understand the point of the rules.

But you brushed it off and tried to catch up to your boyfriend who was all the way in the back of the store but on the way, you saw a lot more dirty shirts and… was that a penis plant pot?! You couldn’t even compriHEND what you were looking at. And the more you looked around saw more explicit shirts and… breast pillows!? Penis lollipops!? What!? Everywhere you looked there was always something inappropriate that you didn’t even know they could be products! You suddenly realize the board games you stumbled upon earlier were explicit and it made sense why they were in this store. You thought that this store was some kind of different version of HotTopic but this was just on a whole other level.

But then…you saw something you always blushed about when you pass by a store full of these… Lingerie. Red, Blue, Pink, and every other color you could think of. You slowly looked up and down the selection of the laced clothes and your face was pink as the pretty pastel pink laced lingerie right in front of you. As you observed the details in the clothing even more- could you even call it clothing at this point!? The two-piece laced clothing only had a small thin piece of fabric that could [barely] cover your… you couldn’t even think about it! You couldn’t lie… it looked a little cute BUT there was [no way] you would wear that… well maybe once for him… STOP thinking about it!

“Whatcha thinkin' ‘bout hm?” That voice… Before you could even think about a cover-up response a pair of stiff but soft hands slid around your waist pulling your back right against his chest and a familiar voice whispered in your ear with an obvious hint of dirty thoughts running through his head. Your mind was just blanking out as you were frozen in place and your face burns up with the embarrassment of your boyfriend catching you staring into a cute pair of lingerie that he just knows you’re thinking about how beautiful it would look on you. Before you could mutter a word, one of his hands that was trailing around our waist was now traveling up your body and was now placed under your chin. Your breath shutters from his touch and his hand were gently holding your chin upwards as he whispers another one of his dirty questions. “Thinkin' ‘bout how you would look quite cute in that hm? Exposed but all dressed up pretty for me?” Blood rushing to your head the thought of being exposed to him was just too much for you to handle and you were so embarrassed by not even being in denial.

But then as soon as you thought this was the pinnacle of the dirty thoughts you could ever have… his hand that is holding your chin up at him ever so slightly, moved your head to the right and your face was now heating up as the sight you were seeing. The reason why you completely missed what the whole wall right next to you had in store was because you only saw white boxes… you don’t smoke so you only assumed it was vaping products but no… because you were so, so, close to the wall of the hanging white boxes as big as your hands… you realize that they were not nic products at all. “You know what these are baby?” He whispered in your ear. His soft voice tickled your ear and added even more to the weird feeling you had in your gut. But because you have never even touched on these topics ever before you didn’t know what these small white hanging boxes had in store for you, so you only shook your head while trying to look away, so he doesn’t see your blushing face of embarrassment. But he moved your chin with only a little bit more force and pressure to make. you. look. “These are toys you know? You love toys, right? Well, it’s a bit hard for you to see but if you look to the side…~” He moves you more to the right side and turns your head to face all the sides of the different size boxes hanging from the wall, you see what they were truly hiding. You were just staring at the wall dressed top to bottom of the different sizes, color, and shapes of toys and a wall of bondage next to them.

“T-toys for w-what…?” That was a genuine question because you were oh so innocent. And he knows it too. Just his thoughts on tainting you with his fantasies is his fantasy. But he won't go that far unless you want to. He is quite the respectable guy to you and knows his boundaries. But today he wants to give you a little tease.

“Toys just for me… and you~” He whispers softly in your ear and sends shivers down your spine. “Toys that we can play in the bedroom and have a little bit of… fun~” He then finally lets go of you and walks away towards the checkout counter and you feel like you could finally breathe. You start to think back at what just happened and it was so much for your gut to handle. But you know you liked it.

You quickly walked past all the rest of the ‘toys’ and weird party games and made your way to Hobie next to the counter. “This yo girl Hobie?” The cashier asked. He was wearing an Akatsuki beanie and wore some type of anime lanyard with lots of pins. You wonder if he was friends with Hobie because you saw them chuckling about something that you couldn’t hear earlier.

“My one n’only” He replies proudly as he looks down at you with a hint of affection in his eyes. You only smile happily. While Hobie and his friend were talking, you look around the countertop that had a lot of candy and knickknacks for people to buy last minute and whatnot. You started to look at some bottles of something. You thought it was lotion, but it had ‘flavor’?

“You interested?” Hobie’s friend asks you as he caught you reading the bottle for too long. “How ‘bout a bit of flavor for your night Hobie? On me man.” His friend offered while he snickers as he gives Hobie a bag and thanked him. Your boyfriend then swiftly takes one of the bottles and adds it to the bag as he gives you little grin as you both walked out of the store.

After he waves his friend goodbye you ask Hobie what his friend was talking about. “Little flavor for our fun tonight darlin'~ The real flavor is way better cause your already so sweet~ This however is for you” He gives you a little pat on your head as you realize what he meant, and your face turned red again.

“F-flavor!?”

[Later that night]

You an Hobie arrived at his apartment, and he just leaves the bag on the kitchen table as he heads to the bathroom. You were just dying to know what he got from Spencers. As soon as you heard the door shut, you went in for the dive and looked down into the bag... a bottle of [your favorite fruit flavor] flavored lube, a white box, and that [fav color] lingerie that he caught you staring at for too long. Your eyes were wide open to the sight you were seeing. There was no way... but why are you even surprised, of course he would buy this for you.

“Like what I got for you baby?~”

Author’s note: Thank you for reading my first ff! Wanna see a part 2? 👀 Gotta work for it!

#hobie x y/n #atsv hobie #hobie x you #hobie brown #hobie brainrot #hobie x reader #atspv #across the spidervers

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 2 months

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These Lonely Nights

ft Jushiro Ukitake

A/N: Well I felt a little called out today when I saw how many people were asking if I write for Bleach anymore. I get it, I've been on a JJK kick lately, but I have not, and WILL NOT, forget my first anime crush. So here's a piece for my beloved Ukitake taicho. This may look a little self-indulgent and it is, ngl, but the reader is still quite featureless.

Warnings: 18+, sex, vaginal fingering, oral, mentions of illness and losing a loved one

Pairing: Jushiro Ukitake x thick!fem!reader

Word Count: 2786

Jushiro Ukitake is a man who understands duty. Duty as a captain to his subordinates. Duty as a mentor to his students. Duty as a friend to those in need. But for the past few weeks, he felt like he had been inadequate in his duties as a husband. It was an insecurity he always felt whenever a sickness spell came over him and all he could do was rest and stay in bed.

As his wife, you knew what it meant to marry him. And there was never any regret there. Jushiro was many wonderful things; kind, considerate, and gentle. And oh so handsome, with his long beautiful hair framing his oval face and perceptive eyes. His commitment and dedication to squad 13, his craftsmanship with a sword, and a sharp sense of wit to top it all off. And he was in love with you. Some nights when you are getting ready for bed, all you can do is stare at his sleeping face, the ridiculously long eyelashes resting on his cheeks, hardly daring to believe that he is yours.

You knew marrying him meant having to care for him, that sometimes, it meant you would find yourself doing things on your own, and learning to not be needy when he had to rest. You knew it would mean sometimes you would wake up at night because his breathing sounded off and it frightened you that something would happen to him if you dared fall asleep. It meant that sometimes, all you could do was spend time at home instead of going out and pursuing other forms of entertainment.

But it also meant having a tight-knit circle of people who accepted and embraced you. Sentaro, Kiyone, and Shunsui were frequent visitors. His lieutenant Rukia became your best friend. People were always coming and going, and it made it easier to cope during his bad days. It meant having him, all to yourself.

The past couple of weeks had been rough though. Some members from Squad 4 had practically lived in your house during this time. One of the aides had slept on a futon on your bedroom floor, and the thought of sleeping together with someone else in the room had made you uncomfortable. So you slept in one of the guest rooms that the large Ukitake household had. You missed him at night, missed his warm body spooning you, his soft breath on your neck. But you knew he needed the aide from Squad 4 more than you at the moment, and you couldn’t begrudge him for this.

Once squad 4 had confirmed Jushiro’s health, they had moved out a few days ago. Jushiro seemed to be in good standing, and you were relieved that you could finally share a bed again. But you missed other things. You wished for physical intimacy but given that he had just started to recover, you settled for snuggles, and long talks while lying down together, looking deeply into each others’ eyes. You didn’t want to rush him or make him uncomfortable.

Jushiro notices the shift in you. You talk to him normally, are as open as ever with your affection, and not ignoring him in any way. But he knows something is bothering you. And it makes him guilty. He knows you have never, nor ever will, hold his illness against him but he does wish he could do more for you. With his strength coming back now, he knows he must open the conversation.

It’s night. You have just finished having a bath and stepped back into the bedroom from the attached bathroom. Jushiro is already in bed, finishing his cup of tea. As you enter, the towel wrapped around your body, his gaze wanders, looking at the beautiful curves of your body, the generous hips and thighs, and the long cascade of ebony hair coming down your back. Thoughtlessly, you let the towel fall and begin to rub lotion on yourself. The way things had been the past couple of weeks, Jushiro was already asleep, or too weak to really admire you, so stripping down in front of him had just become part of the process. You couldn't let your disappointment show, that he didn’t seem to take an interest in your body. That was a selfish thing to think, given what he had gone through.

You hadn’t really thought about it since this had become your norm. But he was looking at you now. The fact that you did all of this so mechanically, not even glancing back to see if he was watching you, made his heart ache, made him see how lonely you had been during the last spell.

“Y/n”, he said softly.

You turn around, eyes immediately widening in concern. Your breasts swing slightly with the motion, the lotion bottle clutched in your hands.

“Are you all right?” Not even thinking about your nakedness, you hasten towards him, one hand reaching out to check his pulse, the other going to his forehead.

“I am fine. Please stop fussing over me.” His warm hand gripped your wrist. Your face relaxed after hearing his words but a look of confusion took over.

“I should finish getting ready for bed. Do you need anything else? More tea?”

“All I want right now is you.”

Your heart skips a beat and all you can do is stare at him. “Ok. Just give me a minute to get into my pajamas.”

“You’re fine the way you are.” Jushiro smiled at you and his grip on your wrist tightened. His eyes beckoned you to join him.

There was no way you could refuse him. You allowed yourself to be pulled under the sheets. His loosely tied kosode was open and laid your head against his bare chest, your naked body pressed against him. Longing stirred in your chest but you didn’t want to initiate anything for fear that it might be too soon and you would cause him to over-exert himself. You breathed in the scent of his skin, a kind of musky, floral scent that you had become familiar with.

His hand stroked your back, sending tingles down your whole body. Damn, the hold he had over you. Here you are, using all the strength you had to not do anything, and it seemed like he was trying his hardest to break you.

“Jushiro,” you say, looking up at him. He had a soft smile on his face. “I think I should-“

“Talk about how you are?” He asked, cutting you off mid-sentence. You stare at him, at a loss of words.

“How I am?” You ask incredulously. “You just recovered from a really nasty spell. I’m fine. It’s you that went through hell these past few weeks.”

“Ah. But it wasn’t just me, was it? You went through hell too.”

A knot formed itself in your chest. Truth be told, yes, the past few weeks had been hell for you too. The feeling of being helpless, of losing this man who took too long for you to find, the worry of how long you had between this spell and the next.

“I know you hide your feelings from me.” Jushiro pressed a kiss on the top of your head. “I know how much you’ve gone through. I know that you bore most of it alone.”

To hear it said out loud, the validation of your experience, almost brought you to tears. Instead, you shook your head. “I married you knowing everything. I do not mind bearing it alone. I just need you to be all right.”

“And I need you to be all right too.”

Your eyes met and unconsciously, the gap between both of you started to get smaller. At the very last minute, you hesitate. “Jushiro, I don’t want to do something and set you back. You just started getting better.”

“Didn’t I tell you to not fuss over me? I am better. But I know I will be even better if my wife kisses me.”

So you obliged, and the sweet meeting of your lips caused the tears you had been fighting to rush through. You missed him so much. His hands ran through your hair and he pulled you closer, molding your body to his.

“If everyone is taking care of my needs, then who takes care of yours, darling?” He whispered the words against your lips before kissing you deeply again. You open your mouth to receive his tongue and every soft movement triggers the want you had been shoving down.

You break apart, his thumb softly wiping away your tears. Your foreheads touch. “I am your husband. Let me show you how much I missed you.”

He twisted his body so that you were pinned under him. Gracefully, he shrugged out of his kosode, his hard chest pressing against the softness of your breasts.

“You are so beautiful, love.” He leaned up on his elbows and gazed lovingly down at your face. “Let’s give you some attention.”

He kissed you again, and the kiss was full of longing. You are not fighting it anymore. Your hands comb his hair, running down his back, your nails lightly scratching him as you do so. You could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh.

He broke the kiss to nibble at your neck, your ear, your collarbone, each small bite sending delicious shivers down your body. His beautiful, large hands were stroking your shoulders, your breasts, coming down to your stomach. He took his time, placing small fluttering kisses all over your neck, coming back to your lips, and leisurely coming down to the valley between your breasts where your heart was beating like butterfly wings caught in a strong breeze.

You shiver at the feel of his mouth, his lips, his hands, feel his reiatsu climbing as desire claims him. His slowly moves from the valley up to the curve of your breast, then you feel wetness gently playing with your nipple and a moan escapes you. Your hands tangled in his hair; it had been so long and his movements were making you needy. He stayed there for a minute, letting his tongue do the work, listening to your sighs, and the way your body wriggled under his. Deftly, his long fingers hold your other nipple captive, softly squeezing and pulling, until you feel yourself melting under the sensation of it all.

“Jushiro…” You manage to gasp, and you feel his mouth curve into a smile against your breast. He keeps this up for a little while longer before moving his mouth back to your lips. His other hand takes over your abandoned nipple as he moves his tongue over yours, swallowing your sensual cries. The intimacy of everything after the time apart was unbearably sweet. You can’t hold back your greed as you curl your fingers around his neck, as though he’d slip away in between your fingers if you didn’t.

Your body twitches under his as he runs his hands down your sides, mouth coming down to the softness of your belly, gripping the luscious flesh of your plushy thighs, lips kissing every inch of your sensitized skin. His hands part your legs, squeezing possessively, and licked up your inner thigh, fingers stroking the softness on the other.

He seemed to have gotten his full strength back, because the hands that gripped your round ass were firm, the muscles in his body on display, his skin no longer having that pale, sickly quality to it. This was Ukitake taicho, leader of squad 13, your husband, showing you in whose possession you belonged. Your breath strangles in your throat as he nudges your sex with his nose, inhaling, remembering the sweet smell of your arousal, before licking a wet line up from your core to your clit.

“Jushiro…!” His name tumbles from your lips like a prayer, and he lays his tongue over the perked bud, lapping softly between your slickened folds. For you, its the relief of knowing you get to experience him like this again. A cathartic release after the stress and tension of watching him struggle to recover his health.

You moan, gripping the sheets, rocking your hips against the rhythm of his tongue, sweat slickening your body as he pleasures you. A wanton sound leaves you and he gently closes his lips around your clit, sucking devotedly, his green eyes never leaving your face as you sob with delight. Your entrance is moist and fluttering, desperate for something to help ease the throbbing need of being empty. Ukitake’s long, beautiful, fingers insert themselves and your moan turns into a loud whine, feeling stretched out as they make scissoring motions inside you before probing that sweet little patch inside you.

The combined stimulation had you cumming instantly. There was no warning, just the gradual buildup before it felt like you were pushed off an edge. You cry out in pleasure, his name slipping from your lips in reverence as waves of gratification flood your system. Ukitake places a tender, final kiss on your clit before coming back up and closing his mouth over yours.

You taste yourself on his lips, hands impatiently pulling down his underwear to free his leaking cock, tip dripping with precum, standing at attention, waiting for your direction. Your thumb swipes over the tip, hear him groan loudly before you grip his length and pump him softly. It’s been a while and he bucks into your hand, teeth gritted at how sensitive he is. You keep this up, lips unwavering as both of you move and adjust your bodies, the familiarity of each other not requiring the kiss to break. Your legs part, your fingers gently resting on the underside of his cock, and tip him into your wetness. He loves this gesture, the small push of your fingers like an invitation, giving non verbal consent, and he slips in, buried to the hilt, his breath tickling your neck as he gives himself a minute.

The soft, wet, velvet of your sex hugs him securely and he moves, the intimate touch stealing the breath from both your lungs. There was no need to rush. His subordinates had made sure to finish his reports, and he intended on making good use of their hard labor. His hips rut into you lazily as your fingers trace his face, his lips, his jaw, pushing back the long white curtains of hair from his face as soft sounds of pleasure escape you. His eyes are hazy as he looks at you, love drunk and amazed at how responsive you are to him, bringing your foreheads together, your breath exchanging in the air, as your breasts bounce with each passionate thrust.

“I missed you,” he whispers as he leans up and arches his body into a perfect CAT missionary position, your legs wrapping automatically around his waist to enable the motions as the base of his cock rubs against your clit while the rest of his length strokes in and out of your pussy. It was all slow and romantic, losing yourself in those intense green eyes that reminded you of forest leaves.

As you feel your pussy start to spasm regularly, your grip tightens on his back, and he continues the slow, constant rhythm, friction hitting your clit. He was close too, and it was taking all his effort to not bury himself into you and fuck you for his own selfish pleasure. Your whimpers turn into mewls as you finally hit a peak, second climax of the night pulsing through you, almost lazily and leisurely, pussy fluttering as you cum around him.

The little spasms around his cock make him lose control, need taking over sensuality and he chases his climax, primal instiinct taking over as his fingers dig into you body, leaving bruises and he allows himself to succumb. He makes a guttaral noise as his climax grips him, abdomen tensing and cock twitching as he cums, spilling into you.

The night is filled with heartfelt catching up and several more rounds of lovemaking. As you see the faint sliver of the sunrise peeking in through the window you sigh and snuggle against him.

“Better try to get some sleep, before those subordinates of yours come barging in for duty.”

He chuckles, pulling your naked body against his. “Oh don’t fret. Just tell them I’m still not up to resuming my duties just yet. Let’s use tomorrow for ourselves.”

“Oh?” Your eyes sparkle as he smiles mischeivously. “Why taicho how…unruly of you.”

You squeal as he flips you onto your back, ready to show you again how much he had missed you.

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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double trouble

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dad!timothée chalamet x mother!reader

hope you guys missed the twins au! this is super cute and I love this domestic soft parenting theme so please enjoy 🫂

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our lovely parents out for date night without the kids after a while. 💗

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papa timmy going on a walk with the twins in central park today! everyone was fairly skeptical and wanted to give the family the space but timo offered to take a few pics to the lucky fans who were so gracious/respectful.

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I cannot thank the entire village who was by my side then and now when I welcomed my two little angels and the warm embrace as you've welcomed me back to the fashion world. To my muse, my partner, my other half @/tchalamet I cannot thank you enough for the love and sacrifice you've shown our family and I love love you so much mon amour.

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ngl but u right, afther the flamechasers arc ended everything went downhill like (here may come the askbox format breaking) -game balancing (if you don't have the new stuff then rip since hoyoverse doesn't likes buffing characters) being questionable -characters desings be like "BEGONE, GOTH!" (please release a goth char, the last one we got was Mobius) -History mode became more and more confusing (i feel like the stuff with the suga and kira could been covered for the chapter 2 with Kira being one of the new MCs instead of a Arc-Character tbh) -i feel like the animated cutscenes afther elysium everlating's are like... where are they now? did the animators moved to make the genshin anime? and now they have to make the "animated cutscenes" with the 3d models (with a chance of low-end dispositives breaking (aka overheating or lagging a lot)?) sorry for ranting so randomly at ya, but TLDR: Honkai's direction went downhill after the flamechasers stuff ended

Don't apologize! I love when ppl add more stuff to things I say

Tbh, I feel like it started to go downhill since before the Flamechasers arc. When we were on Kolosten, maybe. That's when we first got the open world, a feature that we didn't know would stay until know, and that's when the animations and cutscenes we all love just. Stopped appearing

At that time, though, the game was still enjoyable. It's fun to travel through the open world, and the character designs still weren't as lazy as they are now. But the over-explaining got worse since the Kolosten arc and while I loved (still love) the Flamechasers arc, it wasn't very enjoyable to play and I (and a lot of other people too apparently) was skipping through the dialogue because of how boring it was

I was waiting for the interesting parts to appear and those parts were great! But what took to get there was so annoying

What I loved about the Flamechasers arc was everything about Elysia and watching Mei interact with the Flamechasers. Also Kevinsu. That bitch became his best friend's sword. Amazing

Idk I just really miss the old play style, when we could leave the part we were playing without losing all our progress and when the cutscenes were still there! Man I miss those sm

The designs are just plain and boring now. Always with the same color palette and undressing the characters even more. Also what did they do to Seele? "Oh but Avis, her color scheme was always white and blue!" It was white and dark blue. What I'm tired of are pastel colors

The new Herrscher battlesuits (yes, I'm counting Origin and Finality) don't look like Herrschers at all. Seele is basically naked. They're all basically naked. The storyline is also becoming lazier and lazier and could be written better. I have many complaints about Elysia as well, even though I love her and she's one of my favorite characters (and her design is top tier. All of them. My girl)

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apamates · 6 days

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Realm of the elderlings ask meme thing

Thanks for tagging me @khutsydoh !! I love thinking about my favorite wet dog of a man

Favourite Rote book: Fool's Errand

Why: I'm a romantic at heart, ngl. The domestic bliss, walks on the beach, late night talks sipping brandy by the fireplace, the Fool reading everything Fitz had written (!!!!! I can't think too much about that one without wanting to explode), Fitz getting every surface of his house lovingly carved by the Fool... Just the truly incredible way Fitz described that bubble of happiness and feeling whole (even if he was still forged!!!) just because the Fool was there with him and Nighteyes. I love it when a character is the most repressed being ever and the love still bursts through because it's just that strong.

After every awful thing that happened in Ass Quest, I definitely think Fitz deserved a time away from the Farseers to rest and find himself outside of all the roles he had to perform for the crown. Though, 15 years in nearly complete isolation except for Hap and Starling are a strech, he really was running away from life like the Fool said. Him coming back to Buckkeep and facing all the people from his childhood as an adult felt so amazing to read. I personally feel a lot for Fitz and his complicated relationships with his family. For him to meet Chade honestly and make him see how much he hurt him was !!!! Him hating Dutiful at first just bc he saw so much of himself as a kid in him and tbf Dutiful is a tangible reminder of all the trauma from his teenager years, so Fitz having to process all that was exquisite too.

Funniest mission ever to have to find a teenager that's unknowingly horny for a cat, but the Fool and Fitz can turn it into a secret identity rom com and I ate it up!!! Happiest book of the trilogy for me and it's because Fitz was happy to be near the Fool.

Top three favourite characters: Beloved in all their facets, Patience, Ronica

Top three least favourite characters: Regal, the Satrap, Civil

Favourite ship of the floating kind: Ophelia bc she's an agent of chaos

Top 3 ships of the people kind: Fitzloved, Althea and Jek (Robin Hobb really missed so much potential), Patience and Lacey

Would you rather be witted or skilled: Skilled

If you were witted, what animal would you bond with: Probably my cat bc we already spend nearly every hour of the day together.

Would you rather live in the Outislands, the Mountain Kingdom, the Six duchies, Bingtown, the Rain wilds, Kelsingra, Jamailia, the Pirate isles or Mercenia/Fool's homeland?: I haven't read the Fitz and The Fool trilogy so idk if I'd like Kelsingra but the Six Duchies seem like the better option just because I hate stuffy society and the cold, which rules out all others.

How were you introduced to the books: I love Chihayafuru and a wonderful artist I followed for that fandom posts about ROTE. I got the sense I would love to suffer about it and asked about the right order to read the books, thank you @leafykat !!!

Share a quote you love:

As I entered to set the pack on my table, the wolf was sprawled before the fire drying his damp fur and the Fool was stepping around him to set a kettle on the hook. I blinked my eyes, and for an instant I was back in the Fool’s hut in the Mountains, healing from my old injury while he stood between the world and me that I might rest. Then as now he created reality around himself, bringing order and peace to a small island of warm firelight and the simple smell of hearth bread cooking. He swung his pale eyes to meet mine, the gold of them mirroring the firelight. Light ran up his cheekbones and dwindled as it merged with his hair. I gave my head a small shake. “In the space of a sundown, you show me the wide world from a horse’s back, and the soul of the world within my own walls.” “Oh, my friend,” he said quietly. No more than that needed to be said. We are whole. - Fool's Errand

Sometimes a family is just two guys and their matchmaker wolf y'know

Tagging: @yevrosima-the-third @mistninja @leafykat

#rote #rote spoilers

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aprillikesthings · 1 month

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can I finish this before I gotta get ready and leave for the Maundy Thursday service let's find out lol

(Edit: Nope.)

THREE MORE EPISODES LEFT

*cries*

s5 ep11 Failsafe

someone hold me

I have to actively suppress the urge to read the synopses of the episodes at this point

oh also lol this is just funny to me, I saw a post Elsewhere Online where someone watched all of spop the first time and they HATED the dumb names everyone has, and I think they mentioned Castaspella specifically.

And like FIFTY PEOPLE responded with "dude they had to use the original names from the 1980's series" and I was the only one there old enough to have watched the original series and I had to point out: the original series was made to sell toys. The vast majority of cartoons in 1985 were only made to sell toys. They gave everyone those dumbass names because it was easy for kids to remember and beg for the toys."

That's also why all the female characters in the original series have the exact same body type. Yeah the body shape itself was due to 1980's-era sexism, but also? It was so much cheaper to animate the show AND make the toys that way!

But also, it's hella ironic to me that the 2018 show has so little official merch!

And now, back to crying over cartoon lesbians:

good question

ugh I hate her

Shadow Weaver: "While you were traipsing around in space,"

OH MY GOD they were saving a few people's LIVES and it was kind of IMPORTANT but WHATEVER

"--some of us have been working to stop the Heart of Etheria from falling into Prime's hands. And we discovered the same thing you did. Rumors of a Failsafe that will break the restraints the First Ones built and set the stolen magic free." Glimmer: "Are you kidding? After everything that happened last time, you're still going after the Heart of Etheria? And you're helping her?" Castaspella: "We're trying to free the magic for all of Etheria so we can be strong enough to fight Prime. I'm doing this for your father and for you. Shadow Weaver is the lesser of two evils."

I love that she says this right in front of Shadow Weaver. Like "girl I hate her too"

nice

okay ngl I have mixed feelings about this one because unfortunately she's not entirely wrong here but also, shut the fuck up

(something something people are responsible for their own actions but also she wouldn't have done all that godawful shit if Shadow Weaver hadn't been such a shitty parent)

but yeah Catra gets up like she's about to fucking throw some hands and Adora's like It's okay bb

;_;

but also they do need the information Shadow Weaver and Castaspella have

so it turns out Mystacor was built on top of a First Ones' citadel? huh

Castaspella: "Beneath Mystacor, there are many secret tunnels and rooms, forgotten and sealed off. No one has been able to access them in centuries, but there are whispers of what they contain." Shadow Weaver: "An artifact known as the Crystal of Arxia, hidden there by a group of traitorous First Ones." Castaspella: "You said I could do it!"

lol they bicker like old marrieds

Adora: "If you figured it out on your own, why come back here? Why do you need us at all?" Shadow Weaver: "Because Mystacor is controlled by Micah, who, you may recall, is controlled by Horde Prime."

they've been TRYING

"If he seizes the Heart, it will all be over."

Stop toUCHING HER

oh god Adora turns around to ask Catra to help out--and she's gone

YOU'RE THE REASON SHE'S FUCKING "SULKING" and you fucking know it, why are abusers always so god damned surprised to find out their kids don't want to be anywhere near them

(I mean I know why, they think they should be able to control you forever)

aaahahaha Adora's just like Nah I'mma go look for her tho

anyway roll intro!

omg look at Netossa and Spinny on the bottom left awwwww

she looks so sad

well okay sad and angry

their conversation here is so good, because Catra's fully aware of why Adora's doing this, but is really struggling to push past how much she (justifiably!) hates Shadow Weaver and hates being around her

I actually do kinda wish I'd kept a list of all the times Adora does the self-sacrificial thing, separated into "someone asked her to do it" vs "nobody asked her to do it" lol

BUT ADORA EXPRESSES A NEED oh nice that's progress

Adora: "Hey, she can't do anything to us anymore. Please, come. We--I-could really use your help."

two things I really love about this: One, she doesn't say that she doesn't like Adora, just that it's not the reason she's going. Two, I feel like Adora knows damn well Catra's not being 100% honest here.

Like, to some extent Catra's saying this as a way of attempting to protect herself a little. She's taking baby steps towards vulnerability, and it's terrifying! And I think Adora can see that and is fine with it--not JUST because she's like "any crumbs are better than nothing" but ALSO because she doesn't want to push Catra.

Because yeah, if there was any actual doubt that Catra does like Adora--

WELL.

Entrapta was able to get Spinerella's chip out but says it had started fusing with her nervous system and they're running out of time to safely un-chip everyone.

But she's been digging around the network that connects all the chips to Prime, hoping to figure out how to disconnect everyone at once, and Bow gives her a little encouragement, it's really sweet.

OKAY so everyone who can, teleports to Mystacor with Melog making them invisible. (Apparently Catra doesn't get motion sick from it anymore which is nice lol)

I love the way they animated them being invisible

oh GOD okay

Catra turns around and says "looks like there's no sorcerers here" while, unfortunately, a sorcerer walks into the room. Shadow Weaver grabs Catra and puts her hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, and Catra (understandably!! but unfortunately!!) jerks away in fury and yells

And her fury causes Melog to drop the invisibility

And now the chipped sorcerer knows they're all there

they manage to duck the attack but Adora goes to transform into She-Ra--and can't do it

she had this issue last episode aaaugh it's not from being near Shadow Weaver she wasn't there

okay but also Adora runs behind a pillar to hide from an attack with Catra and it's cute

girl help why is this giving me so many emotions

y'know it's funny how often I've bumped into posts of people who are confused as to why Adora starts trusting Catra again so quickly, and I frequently wonder if they forget all the childhood flashback scenes of these two. To varying extents they both spent their entire childhoods seeing the other as their only consistent source of comfort and (something resembling) safety, and with some notable exceptions Adora's spent the last four seasons (which was like three or four years) visibly holding out hope that one day she could trust Catra again. This despite the fact that she now has other sources of safety and comfort and love!!! Being with Glimmer and Bow and everyone else was healing, sure; but it never erased her grief over losing Catra. She always, always held out the tiniest flame of hope that Catra would change sides.

And Catra basically tried lighting her own grief on fire (metaphorically and kinda literally) over and over and it just didn't go away, and I feel like when she saved Glimmer and apologized to Adora she had sort of come to terms with the fact that her grief over losing Adora couldn't be burned away, but of course by then she figured she'd fucked up so bad Adora would never forgive her or trust her again. And rather than take it out on other people or suffer any longer she was willing to just die, instead. She really did think that sending Glimmer to Adora was going to be her last act, and she wanted Adora to know she was sorry before she fucking DIED. And I don't think her saving Glimmer was consciously meant to be proof that she meant her apology, but it was. And that's part of why Adora trusts her again.

The fact is, even after everything that happened, both of them had a hole in their hearts shaped like the other. ;_;

And that's why Adora runs and hides behind the same pillar as Catra. (I mean yes, it was also closer, but that's not tHE POINT)

Anyway, this is all why, as I previously noted, Adora's not being pushy. That failed on her, spectacularly; the couple of times she tried it. Asking Catra to come along on this mission is the closest she's come. And even then, it wasn't "you're a good person deep down and you should change sides because I think I know you better than you know yourself," It was "please do this for me, because I need your help." And Catra is fully aware of how hard that is for Adora.

And these two still have a lot to work out post-canon (like, Catra has still got to deal with her need to not just be seen as Adora's sidekick/shadow, and lbh right now some of the rebellion is like "we're only putting up with you for Adora's sake" as if Catra was Yoko Ono) but that's part of why I'm writing a fic lolol

I have so many feelingssss on a related note I spent like fifteen solid minutes last night in bed having taken an edible and listening to my playlist and staring at this gifset lolol

ANYWAY Castaspella knocks out the chipped dude and they run for it

AAAND lol I gotta get ready to go to church. There's still 17:30 left on this episode. Pfft.

BACK FROM CHURCH I washed someone's feet, they washed mine, they stripped the altar, I go back at one or two in the morning for the overnight vigil

In the meantime: gonna finish this episode

(what is my life sometimes)

Entrapta plans to find a bunch of clones so she can figure out how their signals to Horde Prime work. Swift Wind is like Ugh, fine, I'll go with you, someone's gotta save your ass

Entrapta: "Thanks, bird horse!"

lol how many times have they had that convo

A family can be a sorcerer and her evil ex, a girl and a boy, two traumatized lesbians, and a cat

But also it looks like something out of an episode of Scooby Doo

Shadow Weaver opens a magic door

ngl that's PRETTY. like it's obviously about the Heart of Etheria but wow!

(and there's a dinosaur???)

Adora notices how stressed out Catra is and says "It'll be okay...Trust me." ;_;

Shadow Weaver: "There's no time to waste!"

"...disturbance."

The disturbance was your fault, dumbass. I am reminded of all the times my dad got angry at us for being afraid of him. And would hit us. For being. Afraid of him. Because y'know. That's how you stop a kid from being afraid of you. By hitting them.

In any case Shadow Weaver is still trying to get between them and separate them and I just really need this bitch to stop.

(Yes yes I remember she dies later)

Castaspella: "We're on the right path. The Crystal of Arxia was rumored to be the key to reaching deep magic within Etheria."

"But those who hungered for more power have long sought other ways to obtain the deep magic...with disastrous results."

HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT lemme reblog

#april rewatches spop #failsafe

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