#🥰🥰🥰 feeling appreciated is one of the best sensations

[scarlethexelove]

I Did

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2261

Warnings: Mentions of torture, scars, mean tony. Nothing much else.

A/n: I want to give credit to Dolls.mcu.editz on tiktok where I saw the edit that gave me this idea. So after asking for a poll of who this should be with I made this. Starts a bit angsty but it is super fluffy at the end. Soft Natasha and Wanda 🥰 Hope you all enjoy.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

You sit in the meeting room surrounded by all of the Avengers. On either side of you are Natasha and Wanda, your girlfriends. The conversation that is happening is making you uncomfortable to say the least. They are all talking about what is to be done if one of you is captured and possibly tortured by hydra or another entity. What would be protocols and procedures that need to be followed during and after the event. You’re quiet throughout and don’t add anything. Tony notices this and doesn’t appreciate that you are not contributing to the conversation. 

“Y/n do you have anything to add?” Tony questions a bit of malice in his words. “I would rather not.” You reply, sinking more into your seat. Wanda placing a hand on your thigh in comfort. “You always have something to add so why don’t you actually contribute to the discussion.” He pushes. You scoff and look him dead in the eye. “You would not hold up well under torture.” You calmly spoke back to him. “Oh and you would?” He raises his voice. “I did!” You just about yell back to him. 

Tony pauses a moment. Tears shine in your eyes as memories flash in your mind reminding you how you even got here. You don’t notice the sad looks around you from your fellow avengers. “Y/n I didn’t mean-” Tony is cut off by you. “Save it.” You mumble as you push your seat back and quickly make your way out of the room. Your ears ringing with the memories of your life before. You can’t even hear that people are calling after you. 

Tears start to stream down your face as you quickly keep walking. You feel a burning sensation in your skin as you become overwhelmed. The scars that scatter your body make it feel as if they are open wounds again. The pain and memories still flood in as your body moves on autopilot back to your room. 

Natasha and Wanda quickly rise and try to start following you. “Where do you think you are going? We aren’t done with setting these protocols.” Tony quickly jumps back in as your girlfriends try to go after you. Both of them turn around specks of red swirling in Wanda’s eyes as Natasha clenches her fist. “We are going to see if our girlfriend is ok. I don’t really care what you have to say right now.” Natasha spits back her anger with the man clear to everyone in the room. 

“You can check on her later. We need to get these set.” Tony still protests. Natasha slams her hands on the table, a small crack forming where her hands hit the glass table. “Listen here tin man you insulted our girlfriend. I don’t care what you decide, we are going to comfort her.” The room is tense as there is a staring contest between the two. “Well she started it.” He comes back still trying to defend himself when everyone in the room believes him to be in the wrong. 

Wanda tilts her head and red swirls in her hand. “Tony, you have no clue what she has been through. You may have been captured and held but you were never tortured. Natasha was raised and trained as an assassin against her will. Bucky was taken and experimented on as they constantly brainwashed him. I was experimented on and locked in a cell.” Wanda seethes, pointing towards the living quarters. “But she was experimented on, locked in rooms, tortured for days on end. Cut up just for fun, you have no fucking clue. So if you will excuse me we are leaving and you can fuck off.” Wanda grabs Natasha’s hand and they walk out of the room. Everyone in the room is left in show of the revelation. The only other person who is not shocked is Bucky, your best friend.

The two hear arguing ensue as they walk away towards your shared bedroom. They lightly knock on the door to not scare you but they hear no movement so they slowly open the door. They slowly enter the room but don’t see you but they see the bathroom door open. Light shines out and the sound of water pelting the tile floor is heard. “Detka.” Wanda calls out for you as they make their way into the bathroom but hear no response. 

Wanda and Natasha enter the bathroom, their eyes landing on your form sitting in the shower, your knees pulled tightly to your chest. You're still in your clothes and shoes as the water beats down on you. Natasha quickly moves to you going around you to your right side crocheting down as the water hits her. Wanda moving to your left side. They give each other a look and look back to you. You’re staring off into space, your body slightly rocking. Both women know that sometimes in stressful times your mind plays back what happened to you. Not just your mind but your body has a physical reaction. 

“Detka can I touch you?” Natasha asks. You don’t respond. She slowly reaches out for you and gently touches your arm. You jump lightly to the contact and she pulls back, but then you give a small nod for her to continue. She reaches out again and places her hand on your back gently rubbing comforting circles. “Detka may I?” Wanda asks and you also give her a nod. She smiles and follows Natasha’s lead. 

“What can we do to help sweetheart?” Wanda asks you. You finally look over to her and she can see past the water that trails down your face that you are crying, your eyes red and puffy. You open your mouth trying to speak but nothing comes out. Your eyes telling Wanda what you want her to do. “Are you sure detka?” She questions before proceeding. You lightly nod at her. She smiles. “Okay.”

Her hand goes to your head as red fills her eyes and red whisps come from her fingers. She lets what words you can’t say fill her mind before pulling her hand back, her eyes turning back to their beautiful shade of green. She gives you a soft smile and small nod. She then looks up to Natasha who is watching the interaction. 

“Her scars are burning and her clothes are overwhelming.” Natasha nods at Wanda’s words. They both work together taking off your shirt as you raise your arms. Natasha then moves in front of you. She takes off your shoes and socks, tossing them into the bathroom to deal with later. Wanda has removed your undershirt and bra tossing it with the rest. Working together again they work to remove your pants and underwear. You lift your hips to make it slightly easier on them. 

Wanda gently runs her hand down your arm. “Do you want me to try and help?” She gently asks you. “Please.” You mumble lightly. She kisses your head. “Of course. Which ones hurt?” She asks you. “Big ones.” You tell her. She knows which ones you mean. Her hand going to your left side the scar runs from just under your breast down to your mid thigh. Red comes from her fingers as it seeps down into the scar. The burn slowly fades as you feel her magic calming the nerves. Her hand moves to your right shoulder covered in a large burn scar repeating her action. She then moves to your left thigh a large circular scar doing as she has done with the other two. Your nerves calming as the burning and pain disappear. “Better?” She asks you.

You give her a nod. “Thank you.” You tell her finally, letting your body relax as you lean into Natasha. Her arms wrap around you. “No need to thank me detka.” Wanda leans in kissing your forehead. 

“Do you want to get cleaned up in the shower and get in bed?” Natasha asks you. “Mhmm.” Your reply comes in a hum. So that is what you all do. They help you up before they take off their clothes. Throwing them into the pile already on the floor. Gently washing your body and hair. 

You love the close moments with your girlfriends. Nothing sexual about it, it is just full of love and caring as they take care of you. They quickly clean themselves before helping you out of the shower. Since you have already been sensitive and overwhelmed Wanda uses her magic to dry you three off. The feeling of her warm magic eloping you and calming your nerves even more. 

Natasha picks you up. Your legs wrap around her waist and you bury your head in her neck as she carries you to bed. “My strong and tough super soldier.” Natasha chuckles as you whine into her neck. Which just causes her to chuckle more and you to poke at her side. “Heyyy.” She says. Wanda giggling at your two antics. 

 Wanda walks around to the other side getting into the bed. She moves the covers and opens her arms as Natasha places you into Wanda’s open arms. You instantly wrap around her and lay your head on your chest. Natasha crawls into the bed behind you wrapping her arms around your waist and cuddling into your back. She places small light kisses on your shoulder causing you to smile. Wanda then peppering your face with kisses which then causes you to giggle. 

“There is my sweet girl.” Wanda smiles down at you as you nuzzle into her chest. The room becomes silent as you relax into your girlfriends. The skin to skin contact is doing wonders for you. Letting you feel a closeness that you wouldn’t get with clothes on. 

Natasha kisses your shoulder again. “Marry me?” Natasha breaks the silence in the room. You look up to Wanda before turning to look at Natasha. Not sure if this is just in the heat of the moment or a true proposal. Natasha smiles before letting go of your turn and reaching into the drawer of her bedside table. She pulls out two small velvet boxes. “Wanda Maximoff and Y/n Y/l/n will you two do me the honor of becoming my wifes?” Natasha asks opening the boxes to show off two gorgeous rings. Each of them is set in silver with a beautiful garnet as the center stone and surrounded by smaller black diamonds. You can’t help but cry in happiness as you and Wanda answer in unison. “Yes!”

The three of you are now crying, happy to be taking a step forward in your relationship. “I was planning to do some crazy romantic gesture for you two but this moment just seemed too perfect to pass. I wanted you two to know how much I love you and that I would fight to the ends of the earth to keep you safe.” Natasha says through happy tears as you and Wanda cry harder. She places the rings on your fingers. 

You kiss Natasha hard and filled with love before pulling back and kissing Wanda. Wanda then leans over you and gives Natasha a kiss. Wanda then chuckles and shakes her head a bit. “What?” Natasha asks. Wanda says nothing as she gets up and walks towards the dresser and opens her sock drawer. You whine when her body heat leaves you. “I’ll be right back detka.” Wanda chuckles. 

You can’t see what she grabs as she turns and hides what she has behind her back. She walks back to the bed and climbs back in next to you. “Great minds think alike I guess.” Wanda says, pulling two more velvet boxes from behind her back. She opens them revealing similar rings that have a ruby at its center and diamonds surrounding it.  

Natasha behind you chuckles. “I guess so.” She says. “So Natasha Romanoff and Y/n Y/l/n will you marry me?” Wanda asks. You and Natasha laugh before saying yes to her. Wanda places one ring on Natasha’s finger the other she holds out for you not exactly knowing what to do with it since you have one on already. “I can wear both.” You proudly say before putting it above the other one. “Y/n/n that isn’t going to work.” Natasha laughs at your antics. 

“Wait, I have an idea.” Wanda gets back up and goes over to her jewelry box. You hear her digging through before pulling something out. She walks back to you and holds out her hand. You place the ring in her hand. She then reveals a necklace. She puts the ring on the necklace before motioning for you to turn. You turn around and Wanda secures the chain holding the ring around your neck. You smiled, placing your hand on the ring before turning back and kissing her again. 

As the excitement wears down a bit you three settle back into the bed relaxing. “I love you both so much and can’t wait to be your wife and for you two to be mine.” You say snuggled between the woman. “We love you too.” Both women say at the same time and kiss each of your cheeks. 

This day turned from a horrible day of overwhelming panic and pain into one of the best days of your life and you couldn’t be more happy than to be alive in this moment. Holding onto the loving memory forever and excited for what your future will hold.

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[zwhoreo]

Hi!! I absolutely love the way you write Luffy, especially his affections!! Can you write some headcanons maybe of all the little affectionate touches or gestures he makes when you’re together? 🥰💖

ahh that means a lot coming from one of my fav writers I follow!! shoutout kitty you're so cool <3 also i loved this request and I'll definitely be taking inspiration from this list i made for future fics

luffy and affection - luffy x gn!reader headcanons

fluff

summary in request, a compilation of my ideas for how luffy would show affection in your relationship

contains: three sections - hugging, kissing, sleeping

words: ~ 550

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Next to quality time, Luffy’s main love language is physical touch, so he’s extremely affectionate and needy

It doesn’t matter if you’re usually not into touch, or if you’re really affectionate, whatever kind of person you are, your relationship with him will have to be full of affection and physical contact. That’s how he shows love and appreciation

clingy, loves to cuddle, likes to talk to you just inches away from your face, because he loves you so much

Here are the ways he shows his affection in hugging, kissing, and sleeping…

Hugging 

Would like to hug you constantly even before you had any feelings for each other, and even more after, it’s just his instinct

Especially after something scary or intense happens on an adventure

Will hug you whenever he feels like it, and often he’s sort of just attached to you

He has no sense of personal space and likes to be pressed against your body as much as possible

He’ll try to climb on top of you, even if you’re smaller than him

That thing in the show where he hugs someone around their face with his legs on their shoulders? He’ll do that and knock you over

That thing every Luffy headcanon has, where he’ll stretch his arms and grab you/launch himself toward you from across the deck? I agree

Kissing 

Maybe… an oral fixation? (Freudian psychological term for someone whose mouth is a highly erogenous zone, who always wants to be chewing something or keeping their mouth occupied for comfort and to soothe nerves)

^ So he likes to kiss you all the time, and especially so if he’s feeling any type of strong emotion (excitement, joy, stress, sadness, anger…)

Like i said, no personal space, and so, as he talks to you just inches away, he’ll take you by surprise and lean in for a quick kiss whenever he feels like it

He’ll kiss, chew, and suck on your fingers. Not in a sexual way, it’s just because he gets to hold your hand and occupy his mouth at the same time

Sleeping

In canon, Luffy seeks out touch in his sleep. So this will be no different for you, and even more, as he can’t settle unless some part of his body, preferably all of it, is touching yours

He will hold you so close and tight that you feel sore the next morning.

I saw a headcanon somewhere that he’ll use his stretchy limbs to wrap you up and tangle himself with you, and i agree  

His leg will be over yours, his arm around your waist, his hand in your hair.

In his sleep, he plays with your hair, when he’s having vivid dreams he sometimes pulls too hard and wakes you up

Although there are times he sleeps with his head buried in your neck or chest, or yours in his, more often than not his face is directly pressed against yours

^ This is too close and sort of uncomfortable for you, but Luffy loves it, and you’ll have to adjust to the sensation 

^ His mouth will be pressed next to yours, and he sleeps with his mouth open, a sheen of his saliva coating your lips and chin when you wake up

^ His eyelashes will twitch and tickle your eyelids as he dreams

^ Your cheek will be covered in little teeth marks

^ His snoring will be loud, but you’ll get used to it

^ His heavy breathing on your face becomes a comfort for you

Even in the common awkward or uncomfortable positions of the night, you’re going to have the best sleep ever

#luffy x reader #one piece x reader #luffy #one piece #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #one piece fanfiction #luffy fluff #luffy headcanons #one piece headcanons #luffy x reader fluff #one piece fluff #luffy x reader headcanons #affectionate luffy

[still-not-over-transformers]

Hi! Can I request a smutty one-shot of TP Starscream x autobot femme robot reader pretty please? Perhaps the two are crazy for each other but don't want anyone finding out? Go wild! 🥰

You guys really seem to love Screamer... :3

Secret Rendezvous

TFP Starscream x Autobot Femme Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Word Count: 1600

You awoke to the sensation of pain and aching throughout your frame. Your surroundings were dark with the exception of cracks of light coming through seams in the shell around you. You had crash landed on the planet’s surface, and now you had to act.  

After some struggling, you were able to open the hatch and crawl out of your hopelessly damaged ship. As you looked up in your weakened state, you were met with the gaze of various Vehicons. In no shape to defend yourself, you were easily taken captive by the Vehicons and were dragged before a certain tall and slender seeker. 

Starscream… you could recognize him anywhere. The seeker-now-Decepticon turned around to face you, a proud grin across his face. “Well, well… If it isn’t a poor Autobot down on their luck. How fortunate for me to have located you before the Autobots could come to your aid. Surely, Lord Megatron will appreciate a new prisoner. Perhaps you’ll make a valuable bargaining chip,” Starscream preened, clearly pleased with himself. 

Starscream was certainly different from when you had last seen him. Back on Cybertron before the war Starscream was a scientist, and you had worked with him on various occasions as his assistant. You look up at the seeker, “You’ve changed a bit since we last worked together on Cybertron, you know?”

Your words pique Starscream’s interest, making him take a closer look at you. Upon this closer look, he quickly recognizes who you are. He had only worked with you for a brief time on Cybertron, before there were Autobots and Decepticons. You had been a helpful lab assistant, and always offered honest advice and showed genuine interest and praise in his endeavors. Something he never forgot. To be honest, he was disheartened when you joined the Autobots as opposed to the Decepticons. Despite this reunion, Starscream would not give any indication that he remembered you. 

You found it strange to be at Starscream’s mercy, and wondered what would happen. After all, most Autobots spoke of how spineless and cruel the seeker could be, and you hoped that wasn’t true. You didn’t say anything more, holding onto hope that your previous relationship would influence his decision. 

Starscream paused, but wouldn’t let the Vehicons see any weakness. He looks at the other Vehicons and grabs your shoulder firmly, “Perhaps it would be best to send a message to Optimus Prime and the Autobots. To show the absolute might of the Decepticons!” Starscream forces you to your pedes as he grabs your stasis cuffs, “I will personally end the life of this miserable Autobot and then display their corpse for Optimus Prime to see.” 

You would be led into the nearby forest, into a secluded location away from the prying optics of the Vehicons. Once alone, your spark buzzed nervously, unsure of what was to come. Starscream stopped and placed one servo on your shoulder before speaking, “It appears your choices have caught up with you, Autobot,” He raises his servo high and swiftly brings it down on your cuffs, slicing them in half, leaving you to stare at him in surprise. Starscream looks at you hesitantly, “I do remember you, Y/N, and your… helpfulness as my previous assistant. Now… run off and find your Autobot friends before my troops grow suspicious.”

Knowing time was short, you thanked Starscream before departing into the wilderness. Various thoughts flooded your processor, but the most prevalent was the fact that despite the war, Starscream clearly still had some feelings for you. As time passed, you would later establish communications with Optimus Prime and the other Autobots, joining their ranks. You provided much needed help to Ratchet as a lab assistant, and while you didn’t mind working with Ratchet, your thoughts often replayed old memories of you and Starscream.

One day, you would receive a curious private message from a familiar line. It was from Starscream, and it asked you to meet with him at a private location, a set of coordinates included. You didn’t mention anything to your new comrades, and excused yourself from the base to get some fresh air. After exiting the base, you traveled to the coordinates provided in the message. You found yourself in a secluded canyon. As you investigated, a groundbridge portal appeared before you. When no one stepped through the bridge, you realized the groundbridge was meant for you to step through. After some brief hesitation, you went through the groundbridge, and upon emerging from the other side, found yourself on a mountain-side outcropping that overlooked a stunning valley. 

“I see you received my message, Y/N.” You turned to see Starscream calmly standing a few meters from you. “After everything, I would think it only fair to talk with you. Any particular reason you had me meet you in some distant secret location?” You were curious as to why he would go through all this trouble to speak with you, especially now that you were on opposing sides. 

“Let’s not mince words, Y/N. You know very well that us speaking openly with each other would be viewed unsavory by both Autobots and Decepticons. This is the only way we could truly speak our minds,” Starscream’s words were to the point, but clearly had an underlying tone to them. 

You moved slightly closer towards Starscream, “I was curious as to why you wanted to speak with me. But perhaps it’s because you missed me? Missed us?”

Starscream briefly grew scarlet in the face, but calmed his nerves, “Ahem… Perhaps I wanted time to ourselves. Back when we would… work late into the night, hm?” He had a slight grin on his faceplate as he looked at you, extending a servo towards you. 

As soon as your servos met, Starscream pulled you close to his frame, “I’ll take that as a yes,” before planting a heated kiss on your lips.

A rush of heat makes your cheeks flush bright red, Starscream’s unexpected kiss makes your frame hot and tingly. “You never fail to surprise me, Starscream. It was thoughtful of you to allow us such privacy to… reconnect,” you pull Starscream close to you once more and sensually kiss him, running your servos down his back. 

In turn, Starscream’s servos wrap around your waist, his digits feeling over your frame and farther down. His servos grip your aft possessively, “Indeed, so much time for us to get reacquainted.” Starscream wastes no time pressing his lips against your neck, sucking on your sweet spot whilst a free servo traces down your chest. As things grow heated, Starscream presses you against the nearby wall of a stone outcropping.

The stimulation of the sweet spot on your neck elicits a moan from your lips, further spurring the Seeker on as he continues to ravish your frame. His nimble digits fidgeted with the clasps on your chest plate until he removed it. Starscream cupped your breasts before leaning down, slowly swirling his glossa around your nipple and then switching to the other. How he had missed this. These erotic, sensual moments the two of you used to share often back on Cybertron. Moments he believed he would never experience again, so now that he had you once more, he would make the most of every nanosecond of this encounter. 

Starscream would move his servo down your chest, across your stomach, finding its way to your thighs. He possessively grabbed your panel cover, “Why don’t you open up for me, hm? Allow me to pleasure you until you can no longer stand.” 

It felt as if your entire frame was on fire, and you eagerly opened your panel, longing to be filled. With a smirk, Starscream released his pressurized spike, edging the tip at your entrance but not inserting it. Primus, still a tease as always, you thought before grabbing Starscream and pulling him closer, your optics pleading for him to continue. 

Starscream wrapped a servo around your waist, before suddenly pulling you forward, bringing you onto his spike. His length slid deep inside your valve, a lustful moan escaping Starscream’s lips. He soon began thrusting inside of you, his pace quick and rough as his desire for you increases. He grows rougher, aggressively pinning your back against the stone wall outcropping, his breathing growing shorter as he pounds into you. He suddenly removes his spike and flips you around to face the wall, pulling your hips close to him before eagerly thrusting back inside of you from behind. 

You steady yourself by pressing your servos against the wall as Starscream thrusts into you. Ripples of pleasure flooded throughout your nether region, steadily approaching your release. The new position allowed Starscream a new angle, letting his spike plunge deeper inside of your valve, hitting every sensory node. Both of you panted loudly as the stimulation built up towards your eventual overload. After one additional pump of his spike, both you and Starscream reached your release, ecstasy overtaking the two of you. 

Both of you slowly melted to the ground, as waves of pleasure washed over you. Starscream would gently support your helm as each of you slid against the earth. After catching his breath, Starscream would turn towards you, “Just as amazing as I remember, Y/N…. I have missed you.” 

As you caught your own breath, you smiled at the Seeker, “I can tell… Although I hope our differing careers can still allow for our rendezvouses?” 

Starscream smirked, his cunning thoughts obvious, “I do believe I can make that happen..”

#transformers #transformers prime #decepticons #transformersprime #transformers oneshot #starscream #transformers x reader insert #transformers x reader #tfp starscream #tfp starscream x reader

[pearlypairings]

happy birthday my photocheer queen!!! 🥰 could i get a "you remembered?" for them, please?

jonathan x chrissy || adorable fluff || 833 words

A/N: ahhh thank you for this prompt! I made it extra sickeningly sweet just for you<3 happy, super cute surprises!!

yesterday's prompt

She gripped the package in her hands, reminiscent of Ash from Evil Dead discovering the Naturom Demonto (Jonathan would appreciate her reference). It wasn’t going anywhere until he got home.

Chrissy stashed the wrapped box in her makeup drawer, confident that he would never discover it if he snooped around her vanity. This birthday gift had to remain a surprise, even though she had struggled to keep her own secret. With each passing day, the nagging sensation at the back of her mind grew, making it increasingly difficult for her to resist the urge to grab the package from the drawer and hand it over to Jonathan to open immediately.

But today was finally the day! She’d held out long enough!

She hunkered down at the kitchen table, waiting for him to return from his birthday tradition of going out on a dawn photography walk. The touch of Jonathan’s lips still warmed her forehead when he kissed her goodbye this morning in bed, and she let herself get lost in her own thoughts.

When their door swung open, she leapt up in the air, startled, bringing back memories of her time on the Tigers’ cheer team. There was a rush of the morning chill into the room that made her shiver just a little, reminding her winter would soon be here. 

Without missing a beat, Chrissy kept her tone peppy when they locked eyes. “Happy birthday, love.” 

Jonathan shook the autumn cold out of his jacket, smiling that little grin he reserved just for her. His camera bag swung at his side, kept safe under his right arm. His cheeks were stained pink from the whipping morning wind, but he looked as pleased as ever regardless.

“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” He glanced around the tiny kitchen before his gaze landed on her and the box in her hands. His head shook. “I thought we said no presents this year?” 

“I agreed to no presents for me,” she said smugly, thumbing her chest. “Now come on, no semantics, get over here birthday boy. I’ve been dying for you to open this up all week.” 

Jonathan hung his things at the entryway hooks and when he reached her, he  kissed her nice and slow. She could feel the lingering smile on his lips, cold soaked all the way through. He was practically a walking ice cube. Nudging the gift into his hands, he relented at last to look down at the small gift. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughed. “I’ll be a good sport. Mom would kill me if she heard you complain that I tortured you all morning.”

Chrissy buzzed. The second she’d seen the window display, she knew she had found the perfect gift to give him. Jonathan was the worst to shop for—never asking for anything and rarely giving any hints when it came time for the holidays. But this year, she had pieced together, like one of her favorite Agatha Christie’s sleuths, that he had missed this particular thing for a long while.

The ribbon fell undone with quick work, and the delicate plaid paper crinkled as he ripped the pattern in half. He paused to make sure she was watching as he lifted the lid of the plain cardboard gift box to reveal his surprise. 

His dark eyes flickered when he peered inside. “Is that—I mean, wait, did you…”

Excitement caught his voice and kept it wound tight. Jonathan pulled out the contents to examine the metal circle hanging off the blue collar. 

Chrissy bit her lip. “It’s still blank. I thought you’d waited long enough to have the honor of naming him.”

He clasped the dog collar tight within his grasp. “How did you know? I mean, I never said…”

“No, you never told me.” She smiled warmly as he trailed off again. “But you mentioned one night how you loved your family dog, that he was your best friend while your parents were—” This was supposed to be light, she didn’t need to bring up memories of his father today. “—well, you know. I just thought, maybe, you were too scared to ask me, and I saw the cutest, fluffiest mutt at Marty’s pet store and remembered you said Chester had this crazy amount of wild fur and—”

Jonathan embraced her, unable to contain his happiness any longer. “You remembered? You remembered all that and realized that I wanted a dog for us? I told you that story months ago! After the big rain storm reminded me of the time Will, Chester, and I were stranded in Castle Byers practically all night.”

“How could I not remember Jonathan Byers telling an endearing childhood story? And the fluffy guy found me! He’s on hold right now. We just have to go pick him up from Marty’s.” 

Jonathan kissed her and clasped the collar between their palms. “Have I ever told you how outrageously brilliant and beautiful you are?”

“Maybe,” she said in between kisses. “Once or twice.”

#pearly birthday prompts #sixth prompt! #halfway over #scheduling on tumblr wasn't working so I had to post #have fun with this early post :) #photocheer #jonathan x chrissy #jonathan byers #chrissy cunningham #stranger things rarepair #ficlet #fluff #so sweet #birthday surprise #these two just heal each other a little at a time #firefly graphics dividers

[sanjisprincesswifey]

Ahhh, the prompts for your event are so cute/dramatic ❤️🙌 May I ask for prompt 39. “You could do so much better” with Kid and she/her pronouns? Tysm and hope finals are going well~ ❤️😘🥰

note: thank YOU so much anon for this request, i l o v e writing for my emo boyfriend! italicized sections imply a flashback!

♡: female reader implied. 600+ words. sfw content.

an unfamiliar smell causes kid’s nose to twitch, grunting at the burning sensation. “what the hell is that smell?” he grunts, standing up from his seat.

as if on cue you walk into the room, fluffing your hair out one final time. “has anyone seen my bag?” you ask, pretending to not notice the gawking expression of your captain.

killer clears his throat, unsure if it was to get your attention or kid’s, “why are you so dressed up?” he questions, throwing your bag at you.

the dress that hugged your body complimented every curve you had; the boys didn’t know much about fashion, but they did know that you looked so good. especially kid, who might as well have been standing in a pool of his own drool.

“a man from this village offered to take me out for a drink tonight,” you smiled, rummaging through your purse to make sure you had everything on you.

kid’s jaw snapped closed from its previous gaped position, his brows knitting tightly together. he didn’t know what to say as he watched you wave goodbye to the rest of them and head out on your way.

sure, you had been broken up for at least a month now, but he didn’t think you would move on this fast.

“i’m just asking you to act like a boyfriend sometimes kid, that’s all!” you scream, his eyes rolling with every word you speak. “it’s like you don’t even love me,” you quietly huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

kid’s jaw tightens, gritting his teeth together before he stands up and pushes past you, “well then let’s just break up since you could do so much better than me.”

he grips onto the door frame, pausing before exiting.

he doesn’t know if he was waiting for you to object or maybe beg for him to not go, but only your stunned silence filled the room, and then he was gone.

kid is quiet the rest of the night, mugs of untouched sake remain on the table. he’d usually be so drunk he couldn’t even tell his own crewmates apart, unable to get out a coherent sentence, but he remained sober, waiting for you to return.

you stumble around, a single tear falling down your cheek as you light the cigarette between your lips. you see the victoria punk rocking calmly back and forth and almost feel a sense of relief until you remember that the man you loved didn’t want you anymore.

you attempt to reboard the ship as quietly as possible, but your clumsy footsteps practically give you away.

the kitchen light flicks on as you seek a glass of water, but you jump when the light reveals kid who’s sitting at the dining table. his head is in his hands; he knows it’s you.

“what’re you doing here?” you heave, heading towards the fridge and doing your best to keep your unbothered expression despite the copious amounts of alcohol in your system.

you wait for an answer and to be honest, he’s trying to come up with one himself. “well?” you demand, slamming your cup onto the table. he doesn’t flinch or get upset, but you didn’t expect him to. you almost wanted him to, so he’d say something, anything.

“i…i was waiting for you.” he admits, surprising even himself. “i need you y/n,” he continues, his fists clenched together at the embarrassment of his confession.

you’re staring at his head of red hair, his face still was planted towards the table. but your eyes soften as the tenseness your body felt dissipates into thin air.

“well it took you long enough,” you sigh in relief, your hand running through his brightly colored hair. “why’d you let me go out on a date then, huh?” you joke as he shoots an annoyed glace your way.

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#eustass kid #eustass x reader #kid x reader #one piece #one piece x reader

[the-widow-sisters]

I came across your page and started reading your fics— they’re awesome!

I have a request:

Natasha and Yelena are kids, in the first year of their mission in America. Natasha’s still trying to get used to this new concept of feeling safe.

Natasha and Yelena share a room and it’s time for bed, but Natasha has a nightmare about Dreykov’s abuse (nothing graphic but I appreciate angst) and she accidentally wakes Yelena. Yelena, who has not yet experienced the traumas of the Red Room, is confused about why her big sister is so scared.

A/N: It has been such a long time since I wrote something for these two as kids 😂💗💗💗 Thank you so, so much for the request! I loved writing something with these two as wee younglings 😂💖 It's fun to go out on that limb and kind of explore something that is not a huge part of my collection of fics 🥰

I hope y'all enjoyed! 😊

Word Count: 1.8k+

   Natasha sat up straight in the bed, trying to hold back the scream that was threatening to rip itself out of her throat. It was clawing at her, and it took everything within her to keep it at bay. She was neatly hyperventilating with the pressure in her throat.

   It was undoubtedly the worst nightmare that she had had since they had started living here in the mission house. Usually, while her nightmares were frequent, they never jarred her to the point of nearly screaming. She would usually only jerk awake with a flinch, taking a good look around the room to ground herself before going back to sleep.

   However, this time, it was different than usual.

   She held her throat, the strength of the choking sensation almost feeling as if someone had their hands wrapped around her neck.

   It was only an illusion, a trick of her mind, but she still felt the cold terror running through her as the flashbacks sunk their talons into the forefront of her mind.

   She hated the nightmares that were flashbacks of real things that had happened. She often had dreams of things that could possibly occur. The possibilities were endless with those, and she honestly preferred her odds in those situations than the ones that she already knew the outcome to.

   Those were the ones where she was truly helpless. Truly hopeless.

   She knew what was going to happen regardless of her best efforts, and she could only remain in utter terror as she went through the horrors that she had endured throughout her young life all over again.

   Disgusting hands on her as they directed her to do things that no young child should ever have to. Whether it be murdering other little girls in cold blood or other sorts of situations that were far worse and stuck with Natasha for much longer. Those sorts of situations left her feeling like she could never scrub the sensation from her skin.

   Natasha rubbed her face, trying to ground herself, and she ran her hands over her arms, almost shivering as she attempted desperately to pull herself together.

   “Natty?” a small voice questioned.

   Natasha instantly flinched hard, gaping at the small person standing at her bedside as she remained wide-eyed. It had taken everything in her not to reach for the concealed knife underneath her pillow that she still tended to keep there even after about a year of living there in supposed safety, and she instantly found herself in utter horror at even the mere implication of possibly pulling a weapon on the little girl there next to her.

   Yelena was looking up at her, eyeing her carefully.

   Despite only being four years old, Yelena was surprisingly intelligent. She of course did not pick up on all social cues, but she succeeded in understanding quite a few.

   “You okay?” Yelena asked, her sweet honey-greens glowing in the dim light coming in from outside as the moon shone in on them and illuminated their forms. Natasha swallowed hard, blinking hard as she tried to pull herself together.

   “What are you doing awake?”

   “You were talking,” Yelena simply explained, and Natasha rubbed her face, hating herself for waking this sweet child up. She then brought herself to look at the little girl and take in the sight of her more fully.

   She looked so innately innocent in that moment that it almost hurt Natasha to even look at her. Her blonde curls were tousled and her adorable, chubby cheeks were puffed a bit as she looked at Natasha through sleepy yet concerned eyes.

   “You have bad dreams?” Yelena questioned, not fully being able to exercise grammar.

   However, Natasha thought that she did considerably well for her age considering that she had not had to endure slapping for use of improper language.

   “Are you scared?”

   “N… No, I’m fine,” Natasha hesitantly lied.

   While deception came second nature to Natasha, she always had a hard time being able to lie to Yelena.

   On one hand, she had no qualms about lying to her in order to shield her from the harsher sides of life. However, in times like these, some part of her wanted to accept the vulnerability with the only person in the world that she could afford to be that way with.

   “You look scared,” Yelena pointed out, and Natasha paused, looking at her as she met those concerned eyes. Natasha wet her lips, deciding what she was going to say as she thought it all through.

   She ultimately decided that as much as she wanted to be vulnerable with Yelena, she could not. Yelena was a little girl and someone that Natasha had come to view as well as accept as a little sister. Natasha had to be strong for her.

   Natasha took in a breath.

   “I’m fine, little one…”

   “Can I sleep with you?”

   Natasha looked at her carefully, observing her without a word as she nodded numbly. Yelena wasted no time in trying to heave herself up onto the bed, and Natasha reached out, carefully helping her onto the bed as her gangly limbs wrapped around Yelena’s chubby baby body.

   Yelena laid down on the bed next to her, and Natasha let her arm rest across Yelena with her hand smoothing across those wild curls.

   Her eyes softened as she looked at her adorable baby sister that she loved so dearly. Natasha could not bear to think of Yelena suffering even a fraction of the horrors that she herself had relived that night.

   Yelena was so precious. So delicate. She was everything to Natasha, and to imagine something happening to someone that was literally her everything was more than she could bear.

   Natasha did not know how much longer that this mission was going to last. She had not been able to garner much from the conversations that she had managed to eavesdrop upon. She knew that they were nowhere near as far along as they should have been by now. However, this was largely because they were working on fully gaining the trust of everyone around them and becoming a well-known as well as respected part of the community without anyone knowing much about them.

   It even was harder than it sounded to accomplish that.

   Natasha just did not know what she was going to do. All she knew was that she could not let anything happen to Yelena. She would gladly give her life for Yelena if it meant that she would be free.

   She was hoping it might not come to that, but that could have been too much to ask. She knew that she trusted Melina as fully as she could trust someone that was older than her and had as much experience with the Red Room as Melina did. She was hoping that maybe she would have some sort of plan.

   As much as she hated to admit it, she actually trusted Alexei at this point. Not as much as Melina, but some part of herself trusted him more than she had ever trusted any man before. She was always wary of men because she knew they were oftentimes the greatest evil in the Red Room. However, Alexei had somehow managed to find his way into her heart. She hoped that maybe he would not let anything happen to them. He was the one that could truly protect them.

   She knew that Melina was by no means defenseless and could definitely protect them as well, but Natasha was not entirely sure if she would fight. She saw the haunted, almost robotic look in Melina. She recognized it fully and she knew what it did to people.

   Natasha knew their situation was hopeless, and so she was doing her best to think of something that she herself could do when the time came. But she was just a small girl and the idea of going out into the world with just her and Yelena was terrifying. Not as terrifying as going back to the Red Room, but it was still frightening because she had no idea how to function in the real world.  She did not know how she could take care of herself and Yelena both.

   She was in a hopeless, helpless situation with no clear answer.

   Natasha was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by a small, warm, almost clammy hand touching her much cooler skin on her face. She quickly met Yelena’s eyes.

   “Why are you crying?” Yelena asked, and Natasha felt her throat clench as she realized that she was indeed crying despite her best efforts to fight the tears.

   “I was just thinking. It’s okay,” Natasha assured her, her voice cracking just a bit. She cleared her throat softly and quickly in an attempt to cover it up.

   “What were you thinking about?” Yelena questioned, still looking terribly worried, and Natasha considered her next words carefully before speaking up finally.

   “I was just… I was thinking about how much I love you,” Natasha confessed, forcing the tears back despite the fact that she felt utterly raw right now with how fresh and painful that her emotions were.

   “I love you, too,” Yelena replied. Natasha leaned forward hesitantly, her head pressing against Yelena’s as her larger nose softly rubbed against Yelena’s small button nose.

   “I’ll always protect you,” Natasha promised, her every word filled with the vow of murder and protection. She would do everything in her power to make sure that Yelena would never have to live a life like her own.

   “I’ll protect you,” Yelena assured her in return, and Natasha was instantly taken aback a little at the sincerity in Yelena’s small voice. Her youthful, innocent, loving gaze was almost more than Natasha could handle. It was more adoration than she thought that she could ever begin to earn or deserve.

   And the fact that Yelena wanted to protect her, despite not being able to physically do it, meant the world to her. No one in her life had ever wanted to protect her. Her own mother had given her up like she was nothing.

   But this small girl with nothing but love in her eyes and no real idea of what protecting even meant or what she would protect Natasha from meant every word of what she said. She wanted Natasha, and the idea that someone could want her— that actually did want her— was almost more than she could fathom.

   Natasha closed her eyes, moving up a little as she shifted to bring Yelena into an embrace. Yelena moved with it. She doubtlessly did not know the significance of the hug, but she was more than willing to move with it, and it meant enough to Natasha for the both of them.

   Thank you, she thought.

   Thank you for loving me.

#widow sisters #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #black widow #black widow movie #black widow 2021 #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #angst #sisters #feels #angst and feels #family #found family #red room #nightmares

[strangerthings1975]

i can’t tell you how much i have loved reading mpg. the way you write steve, eddie, and steddie overall is sensational. it’s truly one of the best works i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. you are an incredible writer with so much talent, thank you for sharing that with us 🥹🥹🥹 i did wanna ask, i thought initially we were only getting 25 chapters but now ao3 says 26. are we getting an epilogue, will 26 be our beloved eddie pov chapter, or has it been planned 26 all along and i’m just crazy? 🤪

Omg thank you so much for real. 🥺🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 I appreciate you saying that more than words can say!!!! I am sooooo happy to hear you’re enjoying the fic. 🥰🖤🖤

To answer your question, it used to say 25 chapters lmao!! But then I wrote a bit too much and had to push some stuff. So now, 25 will be the wrap up and final sex scene and some more reveals like Eddie’s tattoo and more of his feelings about sex work, etc. And then 26 will be a super cute epilogue. And then Eddie’s POV will be something separate. 🖤🖤🖤🖤 honestly though, now that Eddie reveals a lot of his feelings, etc. I’m not sure how interested anyone will be in reading the POV of him experiencing things real-time, but I’ll still be doing it anyways. 😅

#ask #mpg

[hippolotamus]

my 5 favorite fics that i’ve written (for fic writer appreciation day)

tagged by @stereopticons Thanks, friend 🥰 (also no thanks because this is hard!)

tagging @queerbitchdiaz @alysiswriting @vanillahigh00 @rmd-writes @seldom-what-i-seem @brrose-apothecary @sarahlevys Sorry not sorry if you’ve been tagged already

My Favorite Color is You (Buck/Eddie | E) - It’s not anything like Eddie expected. Not that he’s exactly sure what he expected. Near the back of the room is an empty easel. There’s a tarp spread across the floor with splatters in every color and a small shelf along the wall with tubes of paint, brushes, and different sized canvases. Buck puts his arms up as if to say what do you think?

“You…” Eddie tries to connect the dots, but can’t seem to understand why his firefighter boyfriend brought them here.

or: Eddie learns about his boyfriend's very secret hobby

The Night I Looked at You (David/Patrick | T) -   He had thought about abandoning the wedding altogether. Even with it being months away, and the idea that he might find someone else to bring, he understandably wasn’t interested in watching one more of his fucking friends get their happy ending. Sure, he had already sent his RSVP but he certainly wouldn’t be the first to no show. People might gossip and speculate why he wasn’t there but people gossiped about him regardless.

Following a breakup, David attends a friend's wedding for the food, open bar and maybe someone to keep him company for the night if he's lucky. A cute best man that can't wink, a buzzed rooftop phone call and a misunderstanding or two later, David may have found something much better.

High Like Heaven (David/Patrick | T) - David looks at the photograph again. It’s faded and grainy, captured on an early camera phone, but still his favorite. It lives in a special, carefully chosen frame on his dresser and makes him smile every time he sees it. The picture was taken almost ten years ago now, but David remembers like it was yesterday. His 17-year-old self stands in the middle with one arm draped around his best friend, Stevie, the other over Patrick, the beautiful boy who stole his heart. (AKA Summer Camp AU!)

If, Then (Patrick | G)  - If-Then statement: A conditional statement (also called an If-Then Statement) is a statement with a hypothesis followed by a conclusion.

Soulmate /sōl māt/ Noun: a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

Well, they’re at least one of those things. They used to be anyway. Patrick and Rachel. Rachel and Patrick. Three distinct words that had morphed into one over the years. And now Patrick was on a mission to begin the messy business of disentangling them once again.

I know all your secrets (David/Patrick | M) - Patrick grins, noting the warm, spicy scent filling the spaces between them. It should make him wary, but that sensation stopped long ago, replaced by want and lust. “Rose, we meet again.”

“So we do, Mr. Brewer,” a voice purrs in response. “I hope you’ve been well since Denmark.” 

Patrick traces a finger over the curves he’s become so accustomed to, feeling the sleek mother-of-pearl buttons under his skin until he hooks onto the V of the single-breasted tuxedo jacket. “Never better. Should we exchange the usual my country wants you dead pleasantries first or is foreplay off the menu tonight?”

#fic writer appreciation #hippo writes #buck x eddie #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #david x patrick #david rose #patrick brewer #artist!buck #introspective patrick #summer camp au #spy vs spy #💙🦛

[mrssnivellussnape]

Drunken Bliss

Requested my fav friend who still sent in an anonymous request 😂😂: ‘Hey girlie !!! I love your writing !! Can you please write something where the reader is really REALLY drunk and Severus has to take care of her and she acts really goofy. Thanks !! 🥰’

An: Idk how to feel about this one tbh. Writing a drunk reader is sooooo hard omg!! And this also became wayyyyy longer than my usual hcs… so yea 😃. But tell me how you feel about it and if you enjoyed it 🤷🏽‍♀️!! ❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Words: 3.5k

- Severus Snape prided himself on many things

- He was one of the best potioneers the wizarding world had ever seen

- His ability to act as a double agent and deceive the Dark Lord well enough to be in the highest ranks

- Of course, one couldn’t forget how calm and collected he could appear to be even in the face of danger

- Yes, Severus was good in many things that required him to keep his composure

- Except, you being absolutely hammered

- It was a Saturday night - more specifically the night after the famous Gryffindor vs Slytherin quidditch match

- Gryffindor had won and, Dumbledore being his usual self, had decided to throw a staff party in celebration. Hagrid had openly shown his excitement for the triumph, and Minerva overtly boasted to Severus and bragged quite proudly

- The night had started at a fast pace, everyone was ready for an enjoyable weekend. Some people were conversing, others were enjoying the snacks, but you - along with three others - had started a friendly competition

- You should’ve stopped at the 3rd shot, or the 5th, or definitely the 17th; but now you were 23 shots in. Your head was swimming and you felt like you could walk on water at the moment

- You’d promised this was going to be your last round but you were losing and already dreading the bitter taste of Firewhisky. Minerva had an all too cocky smirk on her face and you mentally cursed the witch. The urge to openly hex her became stronger when she placed down a 10-J-Q-K-A…

- Royal Flush

- “Fucking hell.” You groaned

- “Read them and weep.” She’d simpered. “I must say, Y/n, your persistence impresses me.”

- You mumbled something inaudible and she asked you to speak again, “Y-you’re just lucky I wasn’t trying to p-play to win.”

- “So wha’ were ye’ playin’ fer?” Hagrid asked

- You tried to think of something but you were dizzy and the answers weren’t coming out of your mouth.

- Without missing a beat, Severus spoke for you, “If you could refrain from asking Y/n questions right now, that would be appreciated.” The drawl of his voice made you feel warm. “I’m going to get your cloak.”

- You nodded and let your head loudly fall on the table

- You didn’t know how long it would be before he came back, but you were certain that you had enough time to take a small nap. Cuddling closer to the table and hugging yourself felt so good as you felt the comforting embrace of sleep creep upon you. You felt yourself smile as you dozed off

- “Y/n.” Severus shook you. “Y/n, wake up.” He repeated. Seeing as that wasn’t working, Severus shook your shoulder rather harshly, emitting a groan and fluttering eyes from you

- You squinted at the bright lights, “What day is it?” You dumbly questioned

- “November 12th,” he scoffed. “The same day as it was before I walked off. Come on.”

- You nodded and abruptly stood up. You instantly regretted it when the heavy sensation of spinning rushed through you. Your balance was off and you were having trouble standing still. You tried taking a brave step forward and would have immediately toppled over if Severus hadn’t quickly grabbed your arm.

- “Be careful.” He warned you. “The last thing we need is you falling and injuring yourself.”

- “‘M not a child, S-Severus. I know how to walk-k.” You shook him off of you, feeling confident in your ability to walk. Again, reality had checked you when you felt yourself lean dangerously to the side. This in turn made Severus roll his eyes and help you as you two left.

- You were in a buzzed state of feeling. You were well past tipsy and now there was almost a faint tingling feeling in your core body. Sounds were currently a bit blurred together through no fault of your own, and you heard everyone speaking louder. It made sense because surely everyone was having a hard time hearing over the steadily rising music.

- Your inhibitions were reduced at this point, you felt your body moving to the beat and pulled away from whatever had a hold on you. You danced to the dance of sound that was lowly playing in your head and knew in your heart that you looked amazing while doing so. You were unaware of everyone hiding their snickers at your lopsided dancing and offbeat sways.

- You opened your eyes as you spun around, seeing your colleagues staring amusingly at you, and smiled in return. You slowed down and started a rhythmic rock in time with the music and noticed Dumbledore’s mouth moving while he looked at you. You nodded slowly and happily, agreeing with whatever he was saying.

- “Albus,” you heard a muffled version of Severus voice. “I would prefer it you not speak to my girlfriend while she’s intoxicated.”

- “Oh, Severus, he’s merely having fun,” Minerva interjected. “Leave him be.”

- “Of course you’d say that, you’re the reason she’s like this.” He argued.

- “Minerva?” Dumbledore laughed incredulously.

- Severus, nor the other two, had been paying attention when you walked off closer to another Professor. It wasn’t until Hagrid had interrupted their conversation, telling them that you’d gone and gotten relatively comfortable with Professor Quirrel.

- They all watched - Severus indulging for just a bit - as you danced around Quirrel, nudging him closer to you and pushing into him. You gave him a goofy grin while wrapping your arm around his torso and twirling the both of you to the beat. The poor man looked nervous and you looked unsteady when you stopped spinning.

- Due to your equilibrium being off balance, you tried to steady yourself. That’d failed as soon as you grabbed onto Quirrel and used him to catch your wobbly form. You pulled onto the front of his robes, and because he hadn’t caught you in time, you fell forward, knocking him into someone else and making those two fall instead of yourself.

- “S-sorry,” you slurred. “I didn’t see y-you there.” You drunkenly giggled, finding the ordeal amusing. You covered your mouth at the angry faces from the fallen victims.

- You looked over and up when you felt your upper arm being pulled, “Let’s go.” Severus ordered.

- You shook your head in return, “I don’ want.”

- He raised an eyebrow at your seemingly finished sentence, “We’re leaving, Y/n.” He firmly stated. You’d started pulling his hand as he dragged you along and childishly tried shaking it off of you, “Stop it, Y/n.”

- “No, l-let me goooo.” You whined.

- He felt you trying to weigh yourself down and grabbed your waist. “You’re acting like a child, Y/n. Quit it.”

- Something in you made you drop to the floor in encouragement at his words. Your sudden movement made Severus jump in surprise and he let go of your waist in order not to fall with you.

- “Get up.” He told you, voice leaving no room for argument.

- You humphed in defiance, sitting on the floor with your arms crossed, “I d-don’t want toooo! The fa-loor is my f-friend…”

- Pinching the bridge of his nose, Severus bent down to your level, “Y/n, get off of the floor and up here before I do it myself.” He warned. He watched as you ignored him and made a move to get up and run. You weren’t going to let him stop you from having fun.

- He sighed and, ignoring the entertained crowd, picked you up and over his shoulder. He overlooked your whines and pleas to let you down, as well as the feeling of your fists lightly hitting his shoulder in demand to let go of you. They weren’t hurting him and you weren’t that hard to carry, despite your body being slightly heavier due to your drunken state.

- He’d ignored Albus and Minerva’s gleaming eyes and barely suppressed snickers as he quickly strolled past them, he didn’t have time to acknowledge them with how much you were squirming to get down.

- When he’d reached the large oak doors of the staff room, Severus stopped just outside of them while they closed. “If you stop hitting me, I will let you down.” He offered. He felt you nod and shook off what he thought was a little sniffle.

- Though, when he’d put you down, he couldn’t deny that it looked like you’d been crying. He set you over to the side and cradled your face, “Darling, what’s wrong?”

- “I- I wanted to stayyyyy.” You sobbed. “You s-said that I had to get up and t-that we were leavingggg.” You continued on, “IjustwantedtostaySev. Why couldn’t we s-stay!”

- Still reeling from the fact that you were actually crying, he tried answering your hysterical questions, “You’re drunk, Y/n. Surely you aren’t upset about not staying?”

- “Of c-course I am!” You stomped. You swayed a little at your own sudden movement and stopped his hand from helping you, “You’re the reason ’m sad!”

- He sighed. “How about I get you back to your chambers, help you get dressed for bed, and we sleep the sadness off?”

- “Am I ugly?” You suddenly asked.

- Severus was surprised at the question, “What? No! Why would you ask something like that?”

- You shrugged sadly, “You n-never say no to me, a-and now you did. It’s j-just… you think I’m u-ugly…” You broke out into another wailing fit, startling Severus completely.

- “Y/n, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.” He assured you.

“So you do think I’m ugly!” You cried.

- “I didn’t say that!” He exasperated. He let out a tired breath, “I think you’re the most bewitching woman I’ve ever known.” He promised you, sealing the swear with a kiss on each cheek.

- You smiled shyly (something Severus found endearing) but it quickly vanished when you remembered you set your wand down. “My wand! ’s on… table.”

- “Why would you forget your wand?”

- A hiccup escaped you, “I was playing a game, you… d-dunderhead.”

- Severus rubbed his face in frustration at your actions. He wasn’t upset, but he was becoming annoyed. “I’ll be right back. Stay… right… here.” You we’re about to protest, “I mean it, Y/n… do not move.” He commanded.

- “I get it, f-father.” You sarcastically replied. Seeing that you were going to listen, he stood up and left you there.

- You were quiet for a minute before deciding that you weren’t done speaking to him. You got up on shaky knees and looked for him. You were moving too fast for your inebriated mind and your vision swam while trying to focus. Your eyes spotted a figure and you squinted to make out Severus’ form. You thought he’d gone back into the staff room, but apparently he hadn’t. It almost confused you how he was near the other side of the wall.

- “You k-know what, Sev?” 

- No response

- “I’m a grown… w-woman, if I want to drink, then that is myyyy prerogative. Who are you to tell me otherwise…” you swayed side to side

- No response.

“Oh, loosen up, S-Sev. You’re such an uptight ass… you don’t get laid enough. M-maybe I should re… medy t-that.” You smirked - or at least tried to - and waited for his witty response.

- Yet nothing came

- He continued to stand there and look at you as if you were one of his students. You hated that look. It was one of the blandest yet fiercest looks he could give someone and it infuriated you.

- “Would you stop staring at me like a damn sta… tue!” You shrieked.

- “I would if that was me.” Severus’ voice came from behind you… right where the doors to the room were. “I see you’re making friends, darling.”

- You squinted at the real Severus then back to what you thought had been him. The figure was actually a tall knight statue, one that was holding a sword and shield.

- “When you said I was your white knight, I hadn’t thought you meant so… literally.”

- He’d walked over to you, going to hand you your wand but deciding against it with your current state. He was forced to hold you at an arms length when you’d started to try and excessively hug him, proclaiming how much you loved him because of it

- Severus had thought that getting you to stop crying was tiring, but it compared nothing to trying to get you back to your chambers

- Safely

- The constant winding and moving of the stairs had knocked your balance off even more

- Severus had to catch you several times

- The last time, he made sure to keep an arm securely around your waist. You giggled the entire way there and he was trying not to find amusement at your stumbling about

- It appeared that he was going to get you back to your chambers far later than he liked. And when you’d reached the hall, you’d gotten the sudden urge to be rather loud. The alcohol that had just been festering was now hitting you full force

- “S-Sev, dance with me.” You stammered

- “No.” came his clipped reply

- “Pleaseeee.” You pleaded. Not even a man like himself could deny that look

- Severus sighed and rolled his eyes, “One dance.” He said.

- The ‘dance’ was horrible. You stumbled over your own feet and stepped on his at the same time, you pulled on his robes to steady yourself, and at the end, you’d ended up falling and bringing him with you

- “Dammit, Y/n, get up!” Severus’ patience had left by now

- “No, thank-k you. Me and fa-loor… fr-fiends…” you felt yourself getting sleepy and wanted nothing more than to stay there, “Right, fa-loor…?”

- “Blasted woman.” Severus had half a mind to drag you to your room and with the way you were behaving, the idea sounded better than anything

- “BlAsTeD wOmAn…” you mocked him, giggling to yourself

- “Stop it” he told you

- “StOp It…”

- “Y/n!”

- “y/N!”

- Having had enough, Severus conjured a silencing charm on your mouth. He shook his head when he saw you moving your mouth.

- You didn’t like not being able to hear yourself and soon Severus noticed that it looked like you were screaming

- “Stop it and I’ll end the spell.” He bargained, taking the spell off when you nodded slowly

- As soon as the spell ended, you screamed bloody murder

- “Ahhhhhhh!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, “SOMEBODY H-HELP MeEeEeEeee!”

- Severus quickly put his hands over your mouth but it did nothing to muffle your shouting and he was worried that you’d wake up everyone at Hogwarts in a matter of seconds

- You writhed wildly beneath his hand but he still held onto your mouth. The next thing you did, was lick his palm with a big amount of saliva

- It’d given you the reaction you’d wanted and he quickly retracted his hand from your mouth, wiping his hand with the nastiest scowl he’d ever given you

- He stalked closer towards you and you squeaked out a noise of surprise. You quickly stumbled to your feet, getting up, and running off

- Running while intoxicated felt so good to you. It was harder and your breathing felt heavier, but the pain felt good in an odd sort of way and you wanted to feel more of it

- So you picked up your speed

- Severus knew that alcohol dehydrated you and also running while dehydrated was not exactly good for your body, so he moved in quick strides to catch up with you

- Why you were running as fast as you were, he didn’t know; and your rapidly increasing speed was worrying him. So much so, that he too was now fully running just to catch up with you

- You hadn’t been paying attention - how could you? The part you were advancing on had an imbalanced portion on the stone floor and it had been too late

- Your foot skidded across the hump and you flew frighteningly high into the air and back down

- Severus released an audible sigh and a layer of worry marred his face

- “Y/n… Y/n?” He approached you, voice gentle as he spoke. “Merlin, Y/n, say something!”

- He resisted the tempting urge to snidely ask you if the fa-loor was still your friend but refrained from doing so

- You rolled over onto your back with a wide smile and looked up at your boyfriend’s angry expression

- This time, he didn’t say anything. He grabbed your hand, making sure you had a firm grip on him, before he pulled you up and ushered you to your room. He didn’t give you time to argue or say no

- Finally reaching your chambers, he let go of you and watched you wobble in

- “Go sit on the sofa while I find your sleepwear.”

- “M’not tir-red…” you stepped away from him

- You didn’t feel like walking anymore, so you dropped to your knees and started crawling. You’d just made it to your room before you collapsed and fell onto your stomach with a hard ‘humph’

- “I would prefer you’d lie in your bed, but that works too…” Severus remarked

- Your lips mumbled a response into the ground, “Sleep-py…”

- “I know, darling,” he replied. “All I ask is for one moment.”

- Severus was quick to get your clothes so that you could properly rest, but when he came back into the room, you weren’t there

- He was getting ready to search when he heard your piercing scream reverberate through the walls, “S-SEVERUSSSS!” Running swiftly on his two feet, he rushed to find you

- What he’d seen when he got there was laughable

- You were hiding behind one edge of the mirror and looking frightened… while also stark naked

- “What… What are you doing…?” Severus struggled to keep his composure

- You rushed him over to you with a frantic hand and relaxed when he obeyed. “There’s a-a wo…man over thereeee…”

- This made him snicker, “Really?”

- “Yes… and she keeps miming me, l-like I did wit’ you.”

- “Mimicking, darling.” He corrected. “I think she left, care to come out now?”

- “Only if she’s g-gone.” You agreed.

- He inclined his head and offered you his hand but you saw the woman again. Instead of jumping back, you glared at her and crossed your arms

- “S-stop copy-ying me!” You demanded

- ‘S-stop copy-ying me!’ She demanded

- You placed your hands on your hips, “I said s-stop it…!”

- She placed her hands on her hips, ‘I said s-stop it…!’

- You looked at Severus in an incredulous manner and failed to notice his amused chuckle, “Make h-her stop!”

- She looked at Severus in an incredulous manner and failed to notice his amused chuckle, ‘Maker h-her stop!’

- “Sweetheart, she is your reflection.” He informed you.

- You looked back at the woman - yourself - and studied her. Through your hazy mind, you could make out the similarities: your hair, your eyes, your figure

- Maybe she was you

- But the constant copying your every move was rather annoying

- “Come, let’s get you dressed.”

- You turned back to look at your reflection and swore you saw her wink at you, but Severus hadn’t reacted so you ignored it

- You’d both left the bathroom and by the time you reached your vast canopy bed, you felt exhausted

- But you were hanging onto your last bit of energy by a thread, “Wanna see me s-wing off this…?”

- “I’d rather not.” Severus shot that idea down. “Stand still so I may put on your gown.”

- He’d dressed you expeditiously in case you acted against it but calmed when he realized you were falling asleep while standing

- Softly ushering you to the bed, he helped you slide in. He watched as you got comfortable and snuggled deeper into the sheets, but you didn’t look satisfied just yet

- He waited until he saw your breathing even out, stepped away from his spot, and readied himself to walk out

- He hadn’t been able to do that, because your soft voice caught his attention, “Stay with me… p-please?” You untucked yourself from the covers and looked up at him with big eyes

- Severus knew he wouldn’t have been able to walk away even if the Dark Lord himself ordered him to do so. Your expression was too warm and he couldn’t handle being the reason it broke

- “As you wish.” He too climbed into your bed now

- You still didn’t look as content as you could be just yet. So, Severus pulled you into him, cradling the back of your head and, although he wouldn’t admit it, cuddled you to his chest

- You smiled with your eyes closed and he knew he’d done the correct thing

- “I love you…” you yawned

- He looked down at you and noticed the peaceful emotion on your face, “… I love you too.”

- It had to have been no longer than 20 minutes when you slowly opened your eyes and looked into his. Unsurprisingly - and kind of creepily too - he was already staring down at you

- “I’m happy you stayed, Sev.” Your voice was quiet, and despite you being able to taste the stale, bitter tang of liquor on your tongue, the effects of the alcohol were already easing away

- “Why is that?” He indulged you

- “So you can hold my hair back when I sick up in the middle of the night.” You wiggled closer to him now, intertwining your legs with his

- That was okay, he’d dealt with nastier bodily fluids - from an array of ghastly creatures 

- He couldn’t wait to tell Minerva what you’d done, said, and how you acted tonight

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[borathae]

I've known for a while about your Sex Ed tag and I have questions for it, but before I start with the questions, I just want you to know how much I appreciate you having something like this to reassure or teach your followers 🤗 it is so useful and important so I was shocked when I realized there weren't that many asks on it!! But thank you so much for having something like this!! ☺️ my two questions are:

1. Is anal for a woman actually pleasurable? Can just anal do the trick, or is it anal + rub rub 🤔 Also in your ogc drabble, I forgot what it's called I think it's like "First time" or "First time for everything" idk but is that actually possible, like near the end, where jk angles himself to stimulate ocs g spot while in the other hole? Eww that sentence sounded so weird.. sorry 😅

2. Does anal just feel like pooping or something?

Sorry if my second question is really weird I'm just curious though 😅 love this tag btw 🥰💖💗💗💖

I'm happy you like my Sex Ed tag! You are so sweet hehe, I'm always happy to help and give lil tips & tricks 🥺💜

Now to answer your questions.

Is anal for a woman actually pleasurable? Can just anal do the trick, or is it anal + rub rub 🤔

Well I would first answer this with it all depends on how into anal you are. If you aren't into it at all, you won't enjoy it. But if you are really into it, it's the best thing ever. Because for me solely anal is enough to make me literally see stars, solely because I enjoy it so, so much. Now, rubbing your clit most definitely makes it even better, but tbh? Just getting a big cock or veiny dildo shoved up your ass is 100/10 and the ultimate feeling.

So I would say it all depends on the person and just how obsessed with anal they are.

It's also very important to mention that anal sex ONLY FEELS NICE WITH LOTS OF PREPARATIONA AND LUBE. Anal sex isn't something you can do as a twenty minute quickie in a random backalley. Proper anal sex, where the penetrated part actually and truly enjoys it as well, takes hours because of the cleaning out, the getting used to, stretching out process. But it's that journey to getting there which is just *chef's kiss*

But is that actually possible, like near the end, where jk angles himself to stimulate ocs g spot while in the other hole?

YES OMFG I learned this one night when I was fucking myself with a big dildo. I was legit going like ":O i have learned". I don't know how well it would work with an actual cock (because he would have to fuck very fast for a long time and we all know how well that works lol), but with the right dildo it is very possible.

Does anal just feel like pooping or something?

I wouldn't say it does? Maybe a little? The going inside part definitely doesn't feel like it. And the going outside part depends on which kind of toy you are using. Anal beads, structured buttplugs, any toy which has a mixture of thicker to thinner parts on it could feel similiar to it? You know it's that change between feeling your hole stretch out and then press the toy out which could feel similiar to pooping. A smooth dildo (or cock yk) feels better. lmao listen, how do I tell you that I lowkey enjoy the feeling of taking a good poop so I CAN'T TELL YOU IF IT FEELS LIKE POOPING BECAUSE I ACTUALLY LIKE TAKING SHITS? ahahahah tmi but I don't care because it's the truth.

But I would say that yes some sensations could definitely be compared to how taking a good shit feels like. But I wouldn't say they are the same. Because with anal sex you know that you are clean and the toys are clean as well AND you can stretch out the sensations by going as slow as you want to, which you obviously can't do when pooping.

Also really quick, deep penetration just feels like deep penetration except that it is in your ass. AND something else is different too. One has the most nerveendings around the rim area, while the vagina obviously has nerveendings further up as well (the g-spot) so getting fucked the traditional way makes you feel the cock go in and out everywhere. While getting fucked anally concentrates 99% of all the sensations on the rim which just bro 🥴 bro I'm telling you, anal orgasms are a different breed of orgasm 🥴

I hope this could answer your questions. This is obviously from a standpoint of someone who really enjoys anal sex, so my best tip here would be to try it out yourself. To clean out beforehand and to TAKE YOUR TIME stretching out. 💜

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[hanniejji]

MUICHIRO NERVOUSLY GIVING HIS CRUSH A GIFT

[ tokito muichiro x y/n ]

anon: Hii can I req hcs for Muichiro trying to give a gift (maybe a hairpin?) to Y/n but fails miserably bc he became a blushy baby? Then kamaboko squad and the pillars try to help him but he still becomes a blushy baby (which is out of character) and they just fanboy/fangirl when Y/n accepts the gift. Thank youuuu 💞🥰

note: i prefer to use hair clip as this also works for male readers uwu | m.list

warnings: floof

let's all be honest

mui doesn't know how to deal with his feelings for you

he keeps trying to approach you to talk about this 'weird fluffy sensation' in his chest but every time he gets near you his hearts starts to beat fast and it's hard to even breathe in your presence

so he just decided to leave it be and pin over you

we stan a problem solving pro

but mitsuri can tell by the look in his eyes whenever he stares at you from brief meetings

"why don't you confess?"

she confronted him once and found out that mui's not entirely aware of his feelings for you

i present to you, the best wing women mitsuri

she'd give him advice and explain to him that what he feels for you is called a 'crush' and that keeping those feelings locked is bad

"what should i do then?"

"y/n's quite the sentimental kind, so im sure they'd appreciate anything that you'll give them"

so with that in mind, mui did not came home from a mission without buying you something

he spent a day out of mission, thinking and deciding on the best gift that he could you

"y/n always complain about their hair getting in front of their face..."

he thought of this while checking the gift stalls when his eyes caught a glimmer of a certain hair clip

it was gold, small and simple, but the tiny sun that rested on the clasp made up for the plain structure of the hair clip

the sun reminded him of you the sun is warm and you make him feel warm

so he didnt hesitate to buy that hair clip the moment he laid his eyes on it

one problem solved!

one more problem to be solved!

what?

oh, right, i have to give it to y/n in person...

he was a nervous wreck all the way to the pillars' headquarters

went straight to tanjiro when he arrived to ask for help because he doesn't know shit about giving gifts and what to say when you give the said gift

"why not just tell them that it reminded you of them and how they mean so much to you?"

was the sweet man's advice

with all the help thtt he got from tanjiro and mitsuri, he was confident that he'd be successful in giving the gift to you

sike

why the hell is moving so damn hard when you're right in front of him, discussing a mission with uzui, and all he had to do is hand you the hair clip and talk?

and talk.

he can feel the burning gaze of everyone's eyes on him as they watch the young pillar with red cheeks fiddle with the hair clip in his hands

"mui?"

he yelped at the sound of his voice, attracting more people than he already did

there's no turning back now that you have your attention on him

"are you alright?"

"you've been standing there with red cheeks for a whole five minutes now"

mui swallowed his saliva along with his nervousness, taking a few steps closer to you and reaching out for your hand

"mui?"

stop calling him with your cute voice damn it you're making this harder for him

he gently places the hair clip on your palm, pushing your hand close and lets go

with a shaky voice, he took in tanjiro's advice and spoke

"y-you're special to me... i s-saw the hair clip and it r-reminded me of y-you because you make me feel wa-warm... and safe..."

everyone's cooing at the embarrassed boy's red face and cuteness, even sanemi snorted at the scene

"aww mui! you didn't have to buy me something!"

"but i want to... to show you how important you are to me..."

mitsuri screamed/squealed in delight, hugging herself

you giggled at the young pillar, tugging him close by his hand and giving him a hug

mui's dead bye bitch

"you're important to me too, mui!"

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[otpcutie]

winteriron & #52. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” pleasee 🥰💕

Baby Boy Blue | Bucky/Tony. Hope you like it, Opa! (This one was so my jam)

Contains: bouncer!Bucky, D/s, Daddy Bucky, sub Tony, possessiveness, eh/c.

(Characters are 18+)

Tony was laying in their bed with the blanket pulled over him when Bucky got home. It was late and Bucky had just finished a shift, he worked as a bouncer at a club with Steve. He undressed down to his boxers and glanced in his boyfriend’s direction. Smiling, he murmured fondly, “Doll, I know you’re awake.”

Tony flopped onto his back but kept his eyes closed, “This is just how I sleep.” He couldn’t help cracking one open though, finding Bucky grinning at him in a way that made his stomach flip happily.

His boy looked so warm and inviting like that, comfortably stretched out in their bed- his hair messy, wearing one of his Daddy’s shirts that was too big for him and a pair of briefs. Bucky snorted and reached for one of his ankles, thumb brushing his skin before yanking him closer.

Tony squealed, glaring at him until Bucky lifted his leg and kissed his inner knee- it sent his heart soaring. “It’s late baby boy, did’ya even try to sleep?” He enquired, climbing onto the bed to hover over him.

“Yes.” Tony lied, daring him to challenge it. He didn’t like sleeping without his Daddy, Bucky could understand that, he didn’t like sleeping without him either.

Bucky gazed down knowingly, lip quirking before pressing theirs together in a sweet kiss. He cupped his jaw, pressing his weight against him and breathed out into his lips, “I missed ya too.”

Then he laughed, smooth as whiskey. The sound washed over Tony, making him feel all warm and gooey inside until, “There’s only so much a fella can take hearin’ Stevie get hit on all night.”

The sudden swimming sensation in his stomach was because of Tony’s insecurities rising to the surface, not Steve. Bucky was gorgeous, he knew the kind of attention he received from people at the club, throwing themselves at him.

“Just Steve? They need to get their eyes checked.” Tony scoffed, because it was true.

As much as he hated the idea of anyone but him flirting with Bucky or god forbid touching him, he understood the impulse. He deserved to be appreciated and admired, but he was still his and that’s where his conflict was. In believing Bucky, his Daddy, deserved the best and often not feeling like that was him. Thinking about the club goers that hit him on, that might be more attractive or better partners, better subs-

“They got the picture when I told ‘em about the pretty ‘lil thing I had waitin’ for me at home,” He smirked, confirming in a way that was entirely Bucky that he was hit on too but nothing compared to his boyfriend.

A blush spread over Tony’s cheeks, Bucky couldn’t resist giving one a kiss and squeezing his hip.

Tony wasn’t sure where the words came from because he didn’t want their relationship to be open, yet he rambled, “If you didn’t want to wait… y’know sometimes you could- if you wanted, I’ve been to the club with you, there’s lots of attractive people- plenty for you to choose from, I mean.”

Bucky lifted his head, shock all over his face. He took a steadying breath and pressed their foreheads together, “I dunno what’s been goin’ on in that brain’a yours while I was workin’ but I know you don’t want that-”

When Tony tried to cut in Bucky shushed him by placing his palm over his mouth and gripping softly. Tony’s brain lagged at the touch, eyelids drooping of their own accord at one of the more lowkey Daddy gestures.

“-and I don’t either. Tony, sugar, I got all I want right here in this bed.” He moved the hand from Tony’s mouth and reached into the bedside table, pulling out Tony’s collar. It was black with blue gems around the middle, an engraved Daddy’s baby boy tag attached.

He secured it around Tony’s neck, grinning widely when his boy's breath hitched. “Imma lucky Daddy, I got this pretty boy all’ta myself. Christ, just look at’chu,” he groaned, “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

Butterflies had erupted in Tony's stomach, threatening to take up permanent residency from the way Daddy was dragging his eyes over him before gazing into his eyes greedily. But he was still a bit unsure, biting his lip and of course Bucky knew what needed to be said.

“Who do you belong to?” Bucky prompted, hooking his finger into the collar- that made his boy somehow look even more gorgeous- to pull his face closer.

Tony swallowed, voice shaky with emotion, “You. I belong to my Daddy.”

He had his insecurities but he was secure in that he was Bucky’s and his Daddy deserved the best- his collar was a reminder that Bucky chose him and while he may doubt his worth at times, Bucky never did. Their relationship as well as his collar and its meaning were proof.

“That’s right, baby boy. You’re mine and I’m proud’a that. I’m yours too, so I guess ya stuck with me,” Bucky whispered with a cheeky smile, leaving kiss after kiss on his lips.

His Daddy believed he was the best and who was he to deprive him of what he deserved?

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