#okay but surprise ask prompts are one of my favourite things

[catsafarithewriter]

Are you still taking asks, if so Protective Baron

A/N: Here's a secret: I'm always up for taking asks ;) I pondered on this, and wasn't sure if you were thinking more self-sacrificing protective or angry protective, so I guess it'll be a surprise ;) enjoy!

x

"I know I have said this many times over the years, old friend," Toto says softly, "but this is the most reckless thing you've ever done."

The Bureau is quiet – too quiet – and so there's no way for Baron to miss Toto's gentle warning. Even the mantelpiece clock is silent, its second hand frozen a moment before the hour.

Baron tears his gaze away from Haru's still form, lifeless, but not dead – not yet, not if he has anything to say about it – laid across the sofa. He listens out for a breath that never comes. "Can you blame me?" he asks.

"It's not a matter of blame," the old crow Creation replies. "It's a matter of what else you're going to lose in the attempt."

"I'm not going to lose her," Baron snaps.

Toto and Muta exchange glances, and the unspoken agreement between them unnerves Baron more than any raised voice.

"Baron," Muta offers, uncharacteristically softly – like a mourner at a funeral, Baron thinks, and then discards the thought angrily, "this is kinda out of our hands. Death came for her – literally, with the bones and the scythe and the hourglass..."

"We've faced bad odds before."

"Not these kinds of odds," Toto says.

"We have time–"

"Time is very much the one thing we do not have." Muta gestures across to the desk. "Look at her hourglass, Baron! The only reason the last grain of sand hasn't already fallen is because you've pulled some fancy-schmancy time-freezing trick with the Sanctuary, but that ain't a solution!"

"It'll break the Sanctuary," Toto warns. "You can't put that kind of strain on this place for long."

"Then I'll save her before it gets to that point!" Baron retorts. He paces the Bureau, trying to look anywhere but that fateful hourglass.

It's an insultingly simple affair, too simple for the value it holds, and only contains a single speck of sand – suspended moments from falling. The handful of sand it had first arrived with, before Baron had been driven to such physics-breaking extremes, had each vanished as they fell through the upper glass. It sits atop his desk, still and quiet and ominous.

"It's not your fault," Toto says in the awful, unnatural silence. "What's happened to her... you had no way of knowing."

"Yeah, how could you have known being so close to a Creation world and its magic would be toxic to a human?" Muta adds. "It's not like either of you ever got a manual on this stuff. And Haru – she never let it slip to any of us."

To stay with him, Baron thinks. Because she would have known that he would have barred the Sanctuary doors from her if he'd had any inkling of the damage it was doing. Because in her heart-first recklessness, she would rather have risked it than walk away from the Bureau.

From him.

"She's not going to die," he says, and there is steel in his voice. "I won't let her."

"With all due respect," Toto says carefully, "I don't think Death is asking your permission."

"Then I'll just have to make sure he listens." He gathers up his top hat and his cane, throwing a sorry smile to his friends. "She's not dying," he promises. "Not today." And he steps out into the Sanctuary courtyard.

Out here, time resumes its steady march, the air alive in a way it had been lacking in the Bureau. He approaches a cloaked figure, their face veiled in shadows which give the impression of a skull. In one bony hand, a scythe rests.

"Have you come to your senses?" Death asks. "Will you relinquish the mortal?"

Baron stares up to the hood, to the empty abyss where eye sockets lie hollow in place of irises and pupils. "You're not having her."

A rumble rolls through Death. "Her time has run out, Creation. At best, you have bought yourself a goodbye, but mark my words, it is a goodbye."

"There must be a way. There always is."

"I am the one constant," Death replies. "Once the sands of her hourglass have run their course, they cannot be renewed nor returned." The hood inclines in a way which could almost be an apology. "Her time is up, Creation."

Baron's heart beats an unfamiliar staccato; a heady mixture of grief and love runs riot in his veins.

"Can they be traded?"

He feels Death's eyeless sight turn on him. "What?"

"The sand," Baron says. "You said it could not renewed or returned – but can it be given from another hourglass?"

"Gifted," Death amends. "It must be willingly given from one's own hourglass, but you, Creation, cannot."

"I must have an hourglass. Every living thing has an hourglass, you told us, and I live."

"Indeed," Death concedes, "but yours," and he sweeps an hourglass out from the recesses of his cloak, "is a Creation's."

The hourglass before Baron has a wooden frame, carved with intricate leaves, and the glass possesses an almost iridescent sheen – like his own stone-cut eyes. But it is the contents which is the strangest of it all.

There is sand within, but it is frozen in place, the grain fused together in an almost glassy fashion.

"You are an immortal," Death says. "You can no more portion out a fraction of your lifespan, than you can halve eternity. It's all," Death intones, "or nothing."

"Then take my all."

The bony hand tightens around the strange hourglass. "You understand what that will mean for you."

"I understand enough," Baron says, and he does. He understands that Haru will live. That's all he has to understand. "Give her my time. All of it."

Death looks to him with something that might be pity. The skeletal fingers dig into the glass. Cracks spiral out.

"Then so be it."

The hourglass shatters.

And in the Bureau, Haru wakes.

#the cat returns #cat writes #tcr ficlet #'i pondered on this' means i lay face down in the garden until inspiration struck #i do all my best thinking under threat of rain #okay but surprise ask prompts are one of my favourite things #...in hindsight i realise that maaaaybe you were thinking more active protection #(like we see in tcr) #but in my defence #i have made a habit of going off in weird (technically within prompt request) directions #so this should come as a surprise to nobody #enjoy? #(i regret nothing)

[lalal-99]

Sweet Thing {s.c.}

9 “ That feels good…” 14 “Spread your legs, sweet thing.” 33 “Please, just let me come!"

Changbin x afab!reader | trope: strangers to lovers, regular hookup turns serious | smut | wordcount: 1.8k

Synopsis: You know nothing about the hot guy you've been hooking up with for months. You're not even sure about his name. Obviously, you need to change that. In the middle of sex is probably not the right time, but so what?!

Warnings: explicit content | dni if your under 18

Smut Tags: Porn with Plot | Explicit Sexual Content | Making Out | Hook-up in Bathroom | Bathroom Sex | Fingering (reader rec.) | Oral (reader rec.) | Edging | Overstimulation | Teasing | Some Dirty Talk | Slight Praise Kink | Dom/Sub Undertones (Dom!Changbin) | Mirror Sex

Note: Well, I don't know what to say for myself. The prompt event happened in March/April 2022. And here I am, 2 years later. Some requested prompts are still in my inbox, and I do think I will write something for each eventually. For now, please enjoy this one :) Also, thanks @jl-micasea-fics for letting me use your prompts. I know it's been two years, but still, credit where its due ;)

Taglist: @skzho @bubblelixie @flakywig @itsallaboutkey @avyskai @mekuiikore @changbiddies0325 @knowleeknow @sensitiveandhungry @svintsandghosts @poutypoutybin @hyunjinswifeee @sunlitwilderness

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“Spread your legs, sweet thing.”

Against every fibre in your body, you disobey and further the distance to the unbelievably attractive man instead. Much to his dismay.

“Hey,” he tilts your gaze towards himself by the touch of your jaw. A sweet gesture, seeing you were heavily making out seconds before. “What’s going on?”

Hidden away in the small bathroom of your favourite bar, you find yourself perched on the counter. Most definitely the product of the alcohol intoxicating your system.

“Sorry—” you excuse yourself, wiping your hands down the sides of face. “I’m good. Let’s keep going.”

Expecting him to continue where you had left of, you’re surprised to find him leaning against the wall. “Not until you tell me what’s going on in that stunning head of yours.”

A light blush spreads over your cheeks towards your ears and your lip wanders between your teeth. Because the reason for your distraction is so stupid.

“It’s just, we’ve been doing this for a while.” Hooking up at this very bar every weekend for the past few months. For the life of you, you can’t remember how it even started. Possibly with a conversation and his hand on your thigh. Probably with a few shots while celebrating your birthday. “And I don’t know anything about you.”

“Which hasn’t been a problem until now. So, where’s this coming from?”

The first few times were fun. Hooking up in the bathroom, words limited to the absolute necessary. If anything, it made it even hotter. Being with a stranger whose name you hardly remember. But then the comments started. You don’t know which of your friend was the first to say something. It might have been Seungmin, questioning how you could keep hooking up weekly without knowing the first thing about him.

And now you can’t shake the comment out of you if you try. The voice is a constant tenant of your metaphorical head-apartment. Living rent-free.

“My friends. They’ve been asking questions about you. None of which I can answer.” Which is stupid, because it shouldn’t matter. What matters is the incredibly handsome and muscular guy in front of you. Changbin— you think.

You’re surprised when he doesn’t laugh at or dismiss their concern. “Okay, then. Let’s do it.”

Cocking an eyebrow, you look down at his hands as they begin travelling up your thighs again. Leaving goosebumps as they burn into your skin.

“Do what?”

“Get to know each other. Might as well play 21 questions while we’re at it.”

His lips brush against your jaw before he urges them against your neck. Checking the quickening of your pulse as he licks at the veins.

“Come on. Hit me.”

But you can’t think. His touches are a true distraction, moans tumbling out of your mouth as you finally spread your legs for him. He slots between them, fitting like the last piece of a puzzle.

“You do know how 21 questions works, right?”

His hands grope at your flesh, pulling you closer until you can feel him against your most sensitive part. Why’d you have to speak up? He could have been inside you by now, but you had to open your stupid mouth.

“Yeah— Just— Can’t think.”

“Fine,” he gives in, pulling at your lip as he kisses you. You’re so hot, you wonder whether you’re nursing a fever. “I’ll tell you three things about me, then. Speed things up. ‘S that alright?”

“Please.” You’re begging now, nails digging into the skin of his bulky arms as he’s dragging his clothed crotch against you. “Feels so good.”

“First one.” Changbin pulls your top up over your breasts, freeing your bra. His thick fingers brush against your nipples, forcing a shudder through your body. “I go to the gym five times a week.”

“Obvious—ngh,” you agree turns into a throaty moan as he nibbles at your left breast. Your panties soaked already as you mumble into the night. “Deeper.”

“I’m not even inside you yet.” His chuckle vibrates through your torso. Then he grazes his teeth against your second nipple, and you might as well have lost your head.

“No. Tell me— fuck— tell something deeper. Something not— not everyone knows.”

You’re entering heaven when his hand wanders down your side and towards the hem of your skirt. It wiggles below the fabric, setting flames to your loins. You’re burning from the inside out as this stranger handles your body like he created it himself. Knows how to make you go absolutely insane. And that’s with his clothes still on.

“I call my mom every day.” That definitely fits the category of deep talk. Although, the thought of Changbin’s mother doesn’t exactly fit the moment. “Number three, I’d like to take you out one of these days.”

When the tip of his thumb reaches for your clit, you see the realisation hit his features in real time. You’ve ruined your panties and he can feel it. He has ruined you, and he can see it. From your rolled-back eyes to your tossed-back head. You’re in absolute ecstasy.

Changbin thumbs at your nub, drawing circles with your own wetness. Smirking with pride like a lunatic.

“Your turn, sweet thing. Three things about you, then you get to come.”

No words describe the hatred you feel for yourself when you realise he’s serious. The trajectory of earning your orgasm is as much arousing as it is frustrating. If only you hadn’t said a thing.

“I’m—” You tumble forward as his middle finger enters you. And him? He cocks his head at you, playing confused.

“Sorry? I don’t understand you. Can you speak up?”

Asshole.

“Music,” you mumble, breathless. “I like music. Listening. Making.”

“That’s one. You’re doing so good for me.” A kiss swallows the whine as he enters another finger. Your walls are clenching around him as his thumb practically attacks your clit. It feels so good, but it’s not enough and Changbin knows. “I tell you what. Give me a second, and I’ll give you a third. Sound good?”

You nod, frantic, needing—nay, craving—another one of his fingers.

“I’m good— good at— oh, God.” Hands are clawing at his shirt, the black and red fabric almost ripping from the strength he ignites in you. Your stomach is tensing tight, and he slows down. It’s an alarming promise, Changbin threatening to leave you high and dry if you don’t give him another one. A second fact about yourself. “Maths. I’m good at maths.”

You’re all but howling when he enters a third finger and curls them up against your spot. That’s when you loose the rest of control over your body. None of your movements are under your own command anymore, Changbin’s the sole reason you’re even still sitting upright.

“That’s two. I thought you were good at maths. You’re one short of earning my mouth, sweet thing.”

The promise alone almost makes you fall of the edge. His mouth on you. Coaxing you to your sweet, sweet release. It’s not far, but Changbin is the only one who can make you reach it. You don’t doubt he’ll leave you on the edge if you don’t give him a third fact.

It’s unfortunate that you can’t form coherent sentences anymore. Let alone think of a third fact about yourself. Absolutely pathetic.

“Please—” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stare up at him, begging, pleading. “Please, just let me come.”

“Nuh-uh,” he teases with a smirk. A soft kiss hits your nose, then your lips. “That’s not a fact, sweet thing. Don’t you want to come on my tongue?”

Again, the thought alone has you clenching on his fingers. You’re so full, so close, and yet, can’t think of anything.

Maybe if you copy one of his facts, he won’t notice, right? But what was it he said? Oh, right. Gym, mom, date. But, you don’t go to the gym and you don’t talk to your mom daily.

“So, what is it?”

“Date!” you blurt out and he looks confused. “Take me out.” But that’s a prompt, not a fact, so you correct even further, teetering on the edge of heaven and hell. “I’d like it, I mean.”

Changbin debates for a second whether your words count as a fact. You can tell he wants to tease you some more, relishes in it. Thank God, he decides against it.

A sigh of relief escapes you when he finally leans down, pushes your skirt up and connects his lips to yours. And that’s all it takes.

One second his tongue prods against your clit, the next you’re coming on it.

And come, you do. You’re sure you’re squirting all over his face as he swallows up every bit of your release. Cleans you with his mouth until you’re glistening in spit and overstimulation. It doesn’t seem he wants to leave the space between your thighs and you have to drag him away when it becomes too much.

“Sweet, sweet thing,” he teases with a smile when he comes up, licking his lips. His hair is a mess, likely from your hands tugging at the strands and he looks like sex-on-legs. Cheeks dark pink, lips just as, and eyes blurry from arousal. He’s so, so hot, and you’re heating up again already as he’s kissing your lips with pure passion. “So, about that date…”

“Name a place and a time. I’ll be there.”

He chuckles, pulling you from the counter and turning you around. You will never tire from him, treating you like a doll. Bending and breaking you as he pleases. Those damn muscles flex as his arms wrap around your body and he pushes you up against the sink.

“We’ll get there. In fact…” he pulls your skirt over your asscheeks, giving them a delicious squeeze as he hums. Next thing you know, he frees his cock, reaching into his jeans to pull out a condom. And you wonder how Changbin is still so hot while wrapping himself in the latex. “How about you come three more times.”

You gulp at the thought, finding him in the mirror.

“One for a time and one for a place.”

That’s only two. You’re good at maths, or at least you think you are. Changbin might have fucked that brain right out of you.

“And the last one— one— fuck, you’re tight,” he praises as he enters you from behind.

Once he bottoms out, he collects himself, flicking your nipples as he watches you through the glass. And yet again, you’re a chaotic mess in his hands. With your head thrown back against his chest, you’re sent straight back to your own personal nirvana.

That’s when Changbin finishes his prior statement, a proud smirk glued to his face. “The last one’s simply for good measure.”

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[writing-wh0re]

AAAAH, I just saw you posting your prompts and your requests are open. I don’t know if you write them together or individually, but if you can (or if you can’t but you can write for one of them), could you do Fred and George with a Smutty prompt #3?

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley

Word Count: 6,167 - I had so much fun writing this

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Female Performing Oral, Daddy Kink, Slight Choking Kink, Slight Slapping Kink (if you squint), Praise Kink, Slight Degration, Slight Breeding Kink, Spanking Kink. Slight cum kink. Use of pet names.

Basically its a very kinky smut and there's actually plot - look at me go.

A/n: Sorry I have been inactive, life am I right? But I'm getting a desk setup completed so I will be more fequent! I hope. I apologise for this being long, but I truly had so much fun writing this request. My love for the twins is reigniting. I will be fixing up my taglist as well / making a library blog for posts. I have written this smut differently to how I have in the past, let me know if you'd like a part 2!

Merry Christmas x

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Hogwarts was quiet the closer it got to Christmas, snow was gently falling and the gusts of wind were freezing. Most students went home for Christmas but this year was different for you. Your parents had decided to take a trip to get away from the wizarding world for a few months with no real timeline of coming back, it was something that shocked you but also didn’t surprise you. 

Fred and George had decided to not rush home right away, debating on whether or not to ask you to join them at the Weasley house for Christmas, not really sure of what your relationship was, if it was anything other than lust and desire. 

“You can’t sit alone in the common room for weeks, it’s Christmas.” George grumbled slouching down on the couch beside you.

“I’ll be fine, honestly, I have so many books I can read.” You gestured to the pile of books on the table that you had acquired from the library. “You two should head home, I’m almost certain your mum has made your favourite foods.” 

Fred smiles at the mention of his mum and her tradition of making something for everyone to enjoy. 

“You can come with us, we have a spare room and I’m sure mum would be overjoyed to finally meet our best friend.” 

Best friend

Although not untrue the word still seemed to pang your heart with disappointment. An on and off hook up to them doesn’t mean the same thing it does to you and that was something you were coming to terms with. 

Fred and George sensed the hesitation on you after Fred had dropped the best friend title, it was something they were yet to discuss with you, were you just best friends who fooled around? Or were you also wanting something more that you could all figure out together over time. 

“I don’t want to impose, you’ll have such a full house, isn’t Bill in the guest room this year?” 

George smirks, you do listen to every word they say. 

“What Freddie is saying is there will be a spare bed somewhere, we have two in our room and the couch downstairs, I’m sure something can be sorted.” 

“Mum already thinks you’re coming so hurry up and pack your things.” 

Your mouth falls open at Fred’s revelation, your eyes flick to George who smirks. 

“Go on, we leave in fifteen minutes.”

“I feel like there wasn’t much of a choice in this matter.” 

The twins chuckle as you pack your things up and run up to your dorm, searching your room for a bag to pack things into you. 

You quickly rush out of your dorm, running into the twins as you look up at them. Their eyes wander your face, a blush creeping up your neck. 

You look down at the floor, before George places his hand under your chin.

“Everything okay baby?”

Baby. 

You weren't quite sure how a simple nickname could make your stomach flip and your body tingle, but it did, especially coming for George and Fred. 

“Uh, um.” Your mind is foggy, unsure what you were originally rushing for. The twins smirk, sharing a quick look before your face lights up, having remembered what you wanted to ask. 

“How long are we gone for?”

“We will be coming back the week before term starts.”

“But we can come back earlier if you’d like.” 

“So three weeks?”

The twins nod as you spin and walk back into your dorm, them following behind you. You walk back and forth from your closet to your bed, where the twins have decided to lounge while you pack. Finding outfits is easy, finding lingerie works out to be a little harder under the gaze of the men on your bed. 

You quickly open your dresser draw, looking over the various colours of lace and matching sets. Quickly you grab a hand full and shove it into your bag, closing your dresser and zipping the bag closed. 

“Darling, you dropped something.” George whispers, moving past you and bending down to pick up your dark red G-string, blush creeps up your face, your stomach filling with butterflies as George passes the material to Fred who simply places it in your bag and rezips it. 

Your mind continues to rush, a million thoughts racing through your brain as the twins share a smirk before grabbing your bag from the bed. 

“C’mon love.” Fred holds your bag as he walks out of your dorm, George follows closely behind his eyes looking you up and down, sending a swift wink your way before holding his hand out, an invitation to take his. Which you do, almost embarrassingly fast. 

George squeezes your hand and pulls you along with him to follow Fred. 

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After a few days at the Weasley home, you started to feel settled and a part of the family. Harry had joined the household on the same day as you, making you feel not so alone in the imposing feeling. No one was surprised to see you, they were excited to have another friend along for the celebration. Molly had made you feel so at home, hugging you when you first arrived, a feeling of warmth and comfort washing over you within her embrace. 

Over the past few days, Molly had shown you how to bake a few of her signature recipes, she had even gone as far as asking what your favourite food was, setting herself a goal of creating it for you come Christmas Eve. 

Being one day out from Christmas, Molly didn’t want to be disturbed in the kitchen, she needed her space and stated that everyone should go outside to play a friendly game of Quidditch, she emphasised the word ‘friendly’ mainly at the twins. 

So you sat on your broom beside Harry, waiting for everyone who was playing to fly into the air. 

“Have you played before?” Harry asks curiously, not knowing much about you, himself being two years younger. 

“Yeah, but I'm definitely not a pro.” You laugh as Harry smiles, looking out at the Weasley family. 

“I think they’re going to kick our ass.” 

“Oh without a doubt.” 

You and Harry share a smile, your eyes wandering to the golden ball, clearly not the shiny golden snitch but definitely close. The quaffle and bludgers fly through the air with a woosh sound, everyone going into game mode. You and Harry nod at each other, both taking the role of seekers before rushing into the air in search of the ‘snitch’. 

Within a matter of seconds the twins are behind you, chasing after you. You fly past the duo, diving down behind Harry who seems to have his eye on the golden ball. You quickly look over your shoulder, the twins hot on your ass. You notice the golden ball dancing between the twins. A smirk dances across your lips as you fly up higher just outside of the quidditch pitch, pulling up on your broom as the twins fly past you. They stop and look back at you as you flash them your bare tits. Both of them go wide eyed as you hold the golden ball between your hands, pulling your sweater back down. 

“Later losers” 

You turn your broom around, wiggling your ass as you dive down to the grass. 

“We won!” You scream, Ginny, Bill and Ron rush down to you, pulling you into a hug and cheering for your team as the rest of the players come to the ground. 

You make brief eye contact with the twins, a darkness in their eyes but clapping for your victory nonetheless. 

“Lunch is ready! C’mon darlings before the storm comes.” Molly gestures for everyone to come inside as you opt to help clean the game up, the twins staying behind with you. 

You bend down to pick up the spare brooms, your ass brushing against George’s crotch, your eyes locking onto Fred and sending him a wink. 

Fred stands in front of you, shielding you from the view of the house, George holding your hips, pulling you against his chest. Fred caresses your cheek, his head shaking. 

“Do that one more time and we’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone.” 

Your breathing hitches, your eyes never leaving Fred as he hooks one finger into the collar of your sweater, looking down at your bare tits. George slips one hand up into your sweater, groping your boob as you whimper, a shiver runs over your body at his cold finger tips. The fear of getting caught creeps up, a slight wetness running to your core. Fred tilts your head to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, your lips parting slightly. 

The twins smirk pulling away from you like nothing happened and begin grabbing the game equipment. 

They walk towards the home, not once turning back to look at you. Thunder rumbles through the sky as you quickly rush inside, not wanting to be left out in the oncoming storm. 

“There you are sweet girl, would you prefer peach or lemon tea?” Molly asks sweetly, smiling at you before worry washes over her. Molly places her hands on your cheeks and a slight frown on her face. 

“Y/n, honey you look flushed, are you okay?”

You heart hammers in your chest, those fucking twins. 

“I’m okay Molly, the wind just gets to me sometimes.” You smile, reassuring her as she pulls you into a warm embrace. You make eye contact with the twins, smug smirks on their face. 

“You tell me if you need anything, now, lemon or peach?” 

You nod at Molly, deciding on lemon tea before squeezing in between Fred and George at the table, conveniently the only spot left. You spin the pasta around the fork, thankful for a warm meal. Your body tenses slightly, feeling both Fred and George place a hand on your thighs. Both of them grab and squeeze the flesh, involuntarily rocking your hips at their touch. You quickly catch yourself, continuing to eat while the twins trace shapes and grip your skin. 

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Not much continued to happen yesterday and today had mainly been taken up by Ginny and Molly asking for help with wrapping gifts, a cheeky idea coming into your mind as you pocketed a bit of red ribbon. 

Tonight was the big Christmas Eve feast, Mr Weasley had finished work early and everyone was told, multiple times, that dinner would be served at 7pm, not a minute over. Molly hadn’t made lunch today, wanting everyone to wait with anticipation for her multitude of amazing dishes, a favourite created for everyone in the home, including yourself and Harry. You had simply asked for baked honey carrots, which judging by the smell of honey filling the home, Molly had delivered. 

“Thank you girls, go get comfy while I finish up dinner.” Molly smiled, kissing Ginny’s head before ushering us away from the table so she could set it accordingly. 

“I’m going for a quick shower.” Ginny states rushing up the stairs in front of you. You duck into the twins room, looking over George’s messy bed and Fred’s mattress on the floor, thankful that you could share a room with them but lucky enough to score Fred’s bed. 

“Mum loves you.” I jump slightly at George's words not noticing him behind me. I smile, falling backwards on Fred’s bed. 

“I love her, she feels like home when she hugs you.” I whisper as George hums in agreement. 

Fred walks into the room, his hair dripping and a towel around his waist. I sit up slightly, resting on my elbows, my eyes shamelessly dragging over his toned body. 

“My eyes are here baby.” 

That fucking nickname.

“Oh I’m well aware.” I whisper, looking over at George quickly. “Remind me, do you look like that?” 

George smirks, pulling his shirt over his head, his body just as toned as Fred’s. 

I bite my lip, looking between the two shirtless twins. 

“Noted.” 

Fred locks the door behind him, resting against it. George stands from his bed, nodding at his brother before pulling me closer to the edge by my ankles.

“We’re sick of this game love.” 

“We know you want us.”

“Fuck, we want you.”

“That shit you pulled during the game.”

“Dangerous.”

“Slutty.”

“Showing off what’s ours to the whole family.” 

My breath hitches at their words, looking up at both of them towering over me on the bed. 

“I’m yours?”

The twins smirk, George leans down, his thumb brushing against my lip. 

“Should we remind you?”

“It’s been a long time, baby.”

“We forget what you feel like.”

“Sound like.” 

They emphasise their words by groping at your body. Your body tingles, wetness pooling between your thighs. 

Fred feels your pocket, pulling out the red ribbon with a smile. George smirks, tilting his head at me. 

“Are you our Christmas gift?” 

You open and close your mouth, simply nodding as they chuckle. 

“Don’t be shy, baby.”

“Yes.” You whisper, watching their every move. 

George smiles, leaning down and pulling you up from the bed, your chest against his, your back against Fred’s. 

“How lucky are we Freddie.” 

“Extremely.” Fred whispers, his hands gripping your ass. 

George leans down to your lips, his lips hovering over mine, your breath mixing as my eyes flick from his to his lips. 

“Please.” You whimper. 

George closes the distance between you, your lips moulding against each other. Fred kisses along your neck and shoulder, sucking on your weak spot as you moan into George’s mouth, allowing for his tongue to twirl with yours. 

“Be quiet baby.” George whispers as Fred captures your lips, his kiss just as soft as George, savouring every swipe of your tongue against each other. George’s hands slip under your sweater, a groan falling from his lips at your lack of bra, twisting your nipples. 

“Fuck daddy.” You whisper, both of the twins stopping briefly, as George grabs your hair pulling your face to him. 

“Say that again.”

“Daddy.” You whimper, your lips pouting, Fred moans, his hands spanking your ass.

“We’re going to ruin you.” 

Before anything more can happen you hear Molly shout up the stairs, letting you know dinner is served. 

“Fuck.” The three of you say in unison, the boys pull away from your body. Fred rushes around the room for clothing as George puts his sweater back on. 

George smirks at you, tapping your ass and nodding towards your hair. 

“Might want to fix that baby.”

“Don’t want everyone to know you’re our little slut.” Fred winks, both of them slipping out of the room, their footsteps bouncing down the stairs. 

Your fingers brush against your lips, a slight tingle against the flesh from their kisses. A smirk forming on your face, thankful for the last few minutes, a step in the direction you crave. 

After you fix your hair,you quickly bounce down the stairs, thankful you're not the last one as Harry and Ron rush in behind you.  

“Sit, sit dear.” Molly gestures to the space across from the twins, next to Ginny and Harry. You quickly sit as Molly places the last dish on the table. The house smells amazing, a mix of spices and hints of firewood from the stove. 

“Merry Christmas, I love all of you.” Molly smiles, kissing Arthur. “Including you two.” Molly gestures to Harry and yourself as you knock his shoulder, smiling at him. “Please, eat.” 

No one waits for Molly to say it twice, everyone serving themselves. George serves you a pile of honey carrots and Fred places a few roasted potatoes on your plate before continuing to serve themselves. A soft smile falls on your lips, the simple domestic gesture filling your heart, maybe this could work. 

Everyone is quiet while enjoying Molly’s food, the sound of knives and forks clicking together. You catch Molly’s eye as she enjoys watching her family sharing dinner together, only having this occur a few times within the year. Molly catches your eye and winks at you, scrunching her nose and smiling at you before taking a sip out of her wine glass. You smile back at Molly, a warmth washing over you at the small interaction. Your eyes flick to the twins in front of you, both of them almost finished with their meal. A cheeky thought pops into your mind as you shuffle on your seat slightly, dragging your foot up George’s leg. His eyes lock onto yours, he nudges Fred inconspicuously to get his attention before sitting back in his chair, his legs spreading wider as his older brother looks down at the chair quickly. You press your foot into George’s crotch softly noticing his body tense as Fred shakes his head, grabbing his cup and tipping the liquid into his mouth. You drop your foot from George and move it to Fred, not wanting him to feel left out. Fred grabs his napkin, wiping his mouth as he looks over at George and nods. A wordless conversation shared between the two as George smirks. 

“So Y/n and Harry, what subjects are you looking forward to most next year?” Molly asks, butterflies flip in your stomach, feeling like Molly caught you. You quickly drop your foot from Fred causing him to chuckle slightly, George takes a sip from his glass hiding his smirk at your reaction. 

“Defence against the dark arts, I’m sure I don’t have to explain why.” Harry states, causing a small chuckle to fill the air. 

“And Y/n?” Molly smiles. 

“Potions, I’m excited to create a few remedies for different conditions but also to help these two-” You quickly gesture to Fred and George who go wide eyed, you know Molly and Arthur don’t know about their ‘jokes’ yet but why not keep them on their toes. “With passing the subject. You know they don’t stir their cauldrons, they just expect it to work when you throw things into it.” 

Molly and Arthur chuckle, a smug smirk on your face at the panic you just gave the twins. 

“Oh that explains why their grades for positions are so high, we have you to thank.” Arthur chuckles as you nod, smiling at him. Little does he know, you have them to thank for your grades. 

You pick up your glass, taking a sip of the cinnamon eggnog, freshly made as Molly questions her kids about what they’re most looking forward to. You only half listen, your mind occupied by the pair of redheads in front of you, your mind filled with ideas on what you want to do to them and them to you. Thankfully for such a great break. 

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The night flew by, Molly handed out one gift to her kids, including yourself and Harry. Molly stated it was something to wear for Christmas day breakfast and to not fuss over opening one present early. She asked everyone to open them at the sametime, to which you did and found yourself with a handmade sweater with your first initial on the front, everyone had one. You held the fabric close to yourself, knowing you would hold onto this for the rest of your life. 

Fred and George hadn’t spoken to you since dinner, opting to hangout with their brothers and Harry while you and Ginny gossiped on the couch. Ginny was confiding in you about her crush on Harry and how Dean had been sending her letters since he left for break. You hadn’t noticed when the room dwindled down to just yourself, Ginny and Harry. Upon noticing and remembering what Ginny had said, you excused yourself, leaving the two of them alone which caused Ginny’s cheeks to heat with a rosy blush. 

You quickly went up the staircase, noticing how much quieter the house was the further you climbed. You slip into the twins room, hearing soft snores, noticing Fred’s asleep on the spare mattress on the floor. You look to George’s bed and see it's empty. You can hear the faint running of water, a small idea popping into your head. You walk over to the bathroom, your hand resting on the handle, hoping to god it’s George. You contemplate this gamble for a few seconds, bouncing on your heels slightly before the devil on your shoulder simply says ‘fuck it’ and you turn the handle to the bathroom. 

“Hey, knock-” George pulls the shower curtain across, cutting himself off when he sees you leaning against the now closed bathroom door. A smirk forms on his face as pulls the shower curtain open a little for you, simply waiting. The steam flows outside of the curtain, the mirror foggy and walls wet. You quickly slip out of your clothes, untying your hair and letting it fall. A shiver runs over your body in the damp air and you hurry into the shower, wanting the warm water to cascade over your body. 

George has his head tipped under the shower, leaving his body open to your eyes. You drink in his figure, his toned chest and arms, his semi hard cock and strong legs. The water streams down his skin, small sprinkles covering your body. Wetness slips past your folds, your heart beat picking up, this almost feels wrong without his counterpart. But you know they will talk and you know Fred will be jealous. 

George faces you, dragging his hand down his face to wipe away the water, his eyes linger on your body, his tongue dragging along his bottom lip. 

“What’s Freddie going to say?” 

The mention of his name has butterflies erupting in your stomach. 

“Why don’t you tell him and find out.” 

George smirks at your response, stepping closer to you and pushing you against the side shower wall, the cold tiles resting against your skin as a hiss leaves your lips.

“You’re a cock hungry whore, aren’t you baby?”

Your lips part at his words, simply nodding and leaning up to capture his lips. George pulls away from you tutting as he holds your chin between his fingers. 

“You answer daddy when he asks a question.” 

“Only for you daddy.” 

George chuckles, tilting your face up to his. Small droplets of water fall from his hair and onto your skin. 

“Liar.” He whispers, licking along your bottom lip and taking it between his teeth and pulling the flesh. “You’re a slut for Freddie, and fuck it makes me hard, but tonight you’re mine.” 

You nod your head, a whispered ‘Yes Daddy’ slipping from your lips, your eyes staring into his. His lips lock with yours, his wet hand moving from your chin and tangling in your hair, pulling on the strands. A moan falls into your kiss, your tongues swirling against each other, his free hand holding your hip, pulling your dry body against his. 

“You’ve gotta be quiet baby.” George whispers, his lips kissing down your neck, tongue tracing a line to your boobs. You softly whimper as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing against the hardened bud. He pulls from your breast with a pop, alternating to the other side, your fingers tracing through his hair, pulling when he bites your nipple. The warm shower water sprinkling your body, the steam filling your lungs as your gasp.

“You’re so beautiful and these tits.” George whispers, grabbing your boobs in his large hands and jiggling the flesh. He sucks on the skin of your cleavage, leaving a red and purple hickey on each one, definitely something to rile up Fred. 

George presses against you, your boobs slip against his wet chest. His lips brush against your ear as you feel his hard cock against you skin. 

“This is all for you.” 

Your moan in response, causing George to place a hand over your mouth. Tutting at you as he shakes his head. He drags his fingertips up and down your thighs, softly tapping against your folds before slipping one finger past. He sucks in a breath at your wetness, pressing his fingers against your clit and looking into your eyes. 

“You’re so good for me, so wet and warm.” 

You nod against his hand that’s still pressed against your lips. His finger starts to swirl around your clit in small circles. Your eyes roll back, a moan vibrating against his hand. 

“I’ve missed this pussy baby.” 

He picks up the pace of his finger on your clit, your legs tense at the feeling of pleasure flowing through you at his actions. George pulls his finger from your clit, placing the digit against his tongue and rubbing it side to side, before his lips encase it. 

“So sweet.” 

If he wasn’t covering your mouth, it would be open in shock. 

“Please.” You beg, whispering against his hand, it is barely audible, he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t feel your lips move against his skin. 

“Are you begging for me to fuck you against the wall baby?”

His words cause more wetness to flow between your legs. He moves his hand from your lips allowing for you to answer. 

“Please daddy, I’ve missed your cock.” 

George smirks, placing his hand under your right knee and lifting your leg up, his other hand resting under your left arm. 

“I bet you’d say the same fucking thing to Freddie.” 

It’s your time to smirk at his words, nodding softly before you reach down and wrap your hand around his hard cock, tip red and beading with precum. 

“I would, because I’m a whore for you and a slut for him.” You whisper, slowly pumping your hand up and down his dick. George bites his lip, looking down at your hand. You place his cock against your folds, the tip brushes your wet clit causing him to hiss at the contact. You guide him lower to your entrance, angling your hips to allow for him to slide into your velvet walls. 

Both of you sigh in unison at the contact. George keeps his hips still, his lips capturing yours, savouring in the feeling of your walls around his cock. You rock your hips up slightly, a silent beg for movement as he smiles against your lips, pulling his cock from your pussy before plunging deep inside of you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he finds his rhythm, his cock slips in and out of you, your wetness growing the deeper he thrusts inside of you. His lips are resting against your ear, his low whispered moans and groans echoing in your head. 

“So tight and wet for me.”

“Such a good girl for daddy.” 

Hearing him refer to himself as Daddy has your pussy tightening around him, his praise sending tingles through your body. 

The water of the shower continues to run, it ever so slightly sprinkling you both with droplets. The steam continues to fill the room, the water pressure dropping from being on for so long. 

“Touch your clit for me baby, I’m close and want you to cum first.” 

You slip your hand between your bodies, a moan falling from your lips as you circle your clit, the wetness causing it to slip against your finger. You add another, two now circling your clit and fast to help you reach your high. 

“Look at you, such a whore.” 

You whimper at his words, your pussy tightening causing George to hiss, tilting his head back, his wet hair sticking to his skin as he continues to rock in and out of you. 

“D-don’t stop.” 

Your legs tense, your fingers rubbing your clit faster and George’s lips fall to your neck, kissing the skin and whispering for you to cum. 

“Cover my cock baby.”

Your heart beat picks up, your breath hitching and your eyes squeezing shut as you cum. Your legs tingle and untense; George’s cock continues to slide in and out of you, his pace picking up as he moans in your ear. His mouth falls to your shoulder and bits skin to muffle his moan as his cum spurts, warmth pooling inside of you. 

George pulls away from you, watching his cock pull in and out, covered in a mix of cum. He gently places your leg down, slipping out of your pussy with a hiss. 

“C’mere.” George whispers, pulling you to his chest and kissing your hair. He spins you around, softly placing the warm running water against your cold back, his fingers tracing in your hair. He places a kiss on your forehead, his hands now holding your hips. 

“Let’s get you ready for bed.” 

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You wake up in the morning, a dull ache in your legs from last night. The memory of last night floods your mind, you lift your shirt looking at your boobs beautifully covered in hickeys. 

“I hear you had fun last night.” 

You look over at Fred leaning against the doorway. Your face fills with blush, your eyes quickly flicking to George’s bed as you hear Fred chuckle. 

“George is out with everyone else, mum insisted they hand deliver Christmas cards to the neighbours.” Fred states, closing the door and moving closer to the bed. “And I insisted on letting you rest because you were up late last night and had to make sure you didn’t wake up alone.” 

“Freddie.”

“Nuh-uh, what’s my name baby girl.” 

Your stomach fills with butterflies, watching the eldest twin sit on the bed beside you, his fingers caressing your face. 

“Daddy.”

Fred nods, his hand tilting your chin up, before settling around your throat. Bending down to your lips and whispering against them. 

“That’s better, I bet you called George daddy and I bet you fucking loved it.” 

“I did.” 

You want Fred to be rough, you want him to compete against his brother, you want to be filled with his cum. 

“I hear you’re a slut for me, is that correct?” 

His hand tightens around your throat before releasing softly, dragging his hand down your body and resting it on your boob. 

“Yes daddy, whatever you want me to be.” 

Fred smirks, chuckling at your response. 

“So submissive for me, you wanted to make me jealous didn't you baby?”

He grips your breast, pinching your nipple and dragging his hand down your body, cupping your pussy through your thin pyjama pants.

“You want me to fuck you better than George.”

“Please.” You whimper, your hips rocking up against his hand. 

Fred slaps your pussy through your pants as your hips stop. 

“He was right, you’re a slut for me.” 

You simply nod in response. Fred leans down, his lips ghosting yours. 

“Get on your knees and show me what you want.” 

Within a second he’s pulled away for you, leaning back on the bed and resting against his elbows. You scramble off the bed, falling to your knees in front of him, the wooden floor hard and cold. 

You loop your fingers into Fred’s pants, tugging them down his body along with his underwear. His cock springs free, hitting against his lower stomach. Your mind floods with comparison to George, the thickness and length comparable, a vein running from the base to the tip. You run your tongue along the vein, flattening your tongue against the head of his cock before slipping it past your lips. 

“Fuck.” Fred moans, falling back on the bed, his hands dragging down his face. 

You wrap your hand around the base of his dick, meeting your lips half way, your tongue flicking side to side around his cock. Fred’s fingers lace in your hair, assisting you with bobbing your head up and down, his hips thrusting into your throat. Your eyes water, a few gags filling the air and drool leaking from your mouth. 

“Such a messy baby.” 

Your eyes roll back, moaning around his cock. 

“You didn’t- fuck- suck George’s dick, did you baby.” You shake your head, popping his cock from your lips. 

“Just for you daddy.”

“Mm, just what I wanted to hear.” Fred grabs your face between his hands, kissing your lips sloppily, his tongue rubbing against yours. Your lips are puffy and glistening with spit, his teeth pull at your bottom lip pulling away from you. 

“On the bed baby, ass up for daddy.”

Within an instant you’re standing in front of him, stripping your clothes. Fred stops you before you can lay across the bed, noticing the hickies covering your boobs. 

“Cocky fucker.” Fred groans, spanking your ass in encouragement to get on the bed. 

You lay with your ass in the air, feeling Fred kiss down your back. He reaches your ass, spanking the plump skin, soothing it with a soft kiss to your cheek. His teeth graze the skin, biting and sucking, leaving his mark on your ass. You squeak as he spanks you, his cock dragging up and down your slit, bumping against your clit, your moans filling the air. 

“No one’s home baby, be loud for me.” 

Fred slides deep inside of you, the angle allows for him to brush against your g-spot a moan pulling from your throat. 

“Fuck, I should just stay inside of you, that would drive you crazy, wouldn’t it baby?” 

“Yes daddy, please fuck me.” 

“Mm, what would George say?”

“Fuck, please, fuck me.” 

You push your hips back against his cock, a low groan falling from his lips. 

“Fuck yourself on my cock baby.” Fred encourages, your hips rock back and forth on his cock, wiggling them against him. You pull forward just far enough to leave the tip inside of you before pushing back allowing for him to slip deep inside of you. This causes Fred to grip your hips, starting his own rhythm and thrusting in and out of you. 

“This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it baby?”

You nod against the comforter, your hands gripping the material. 

Fred spanks your ass, his fingers looping your hair around his palm and pulling you up. 

“Answer me.”

“Yes daddy, wanted you to fuck me.” 

“Wanted me to fuck you better than George.” 

You moan at his words, his pace picking up. Both of your moans and heavy breathing fill the air, his grip still tight on your hair. Fred uses his grip to pull you up against his chest, his arm wrapping across your boobs as he bounces you on his cock. 

His lips fall to your ear, using his free hand to rub your clit. 

“Fuck, Freddie.”

Fred chuckles against your ear, his warm breath fanning your neck.

“Scream my name louder baby, I want George to hear.” He pinches your clit, your body jumping in response before he rubs fast circles around the bundle of nerves. You rest your head against his shoulder, lips parted with moans pouring from them. Your pussy tightens around his cock as his dick twitches. 

“You can cum for me baby, I’ve got you.” 

Fred’s grip on your body tightens, his hips rocking into you faster. 

“Daddy, so good.”

He kisses the side of your head, his pace picking up on your clit. He feels you clamp around his cock and your body tense. Your toes curl and your body shivers, cumming around Fred.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” Fred whispers, the sound of your wetness filling the air as he continues to pound into you. He pushes your torso back onto the bed, holding your ass in his hands and chasing his high. Fred curses and you feel his load shoot inside of you, a few more thrusts and Fred gingerly pulls out of you. 

“Look at you baby.” He whispers, softly caressing your skin. 

You gently roll over onto your back, attempting to catch your breath as Fred rushes around for clothing before disappearing. You hear the front door to the Weasley’s home open close and a chatter fill the air. You heart rate picks up slightly, your body aching and mind blissed out to cover yourself. 

Fred reappears in the bedroom with a warm towel between his hands. Within a moment later George is sliding through the door. His eyes darkening when they land on you, legs spread and pussy dripping with his brother's cum. The twins share a look as Fred throws the towel to George who stalks over to you. 

“Such a pretty baby, our little cum slut.” George whispers, his eyes fixated on your pussy. A gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of George slipping his fingers inside of you. George pulls his fingers from you, a mix of cum sticking to his flesh. You grab George’s wrist, pulling his hand to your mouth, dragging your tongue up his fingers, sucking the mix of cum, your moan vibrating around his fingers. Your eyes lock with the younger twin, a smile present on both of their faces. 

“We’re so lucky Freddie.”

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Let me know if you'd like a part 2 with both of them.

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[sleepingpillscosmos]

one sitting on the counter as the other grabs a spoon + pint of ice cream from the fridge and feeds it to their lover.

with love of my life megumi fushiguro !!!!

TAKING CARE — megumi fushiguro

pairing: megumi fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings/content: reader is drunk. idk if it's a warning but megumi and reader share a spoon.

wc: 1.1k.

requested: yes, by anon.

a/n: I was really exited to write this! it's my favourite prompt and someone requested it for one of my favourite characters as well! I'm behind with the event requests, but today I'll post at least another one! sorry but recently I've been really busy :(

prompt: one sitting on the counter as the other grabs a spoon + pint of ice cream from the fridge and feeds it to their lover.

It was 1:30 am and Megumi was sitting on his couch, watching some random show he found on tv several minutes ago. He couldn't sleep, he didn't know exactly why, probably the reason was the long nap he took this afternoon.

He checked his phone, looking if he had any new notifications, but nothing new appeared. He sighed and turned his gaze back to the tv.

He was starting to doze off on his couch, but the doorbell rang, making him flinch for the sudden noise. He got up from the couch, making his way to the door. He opened the door, immediately squinting his eyes in surprise. In front of him appeared Nobara and Itadori, the latter holding you, with your arm around his neck and his around your middle to help you stand.

"What happened?" Megumi asked, sighing, already knowing what his friends were about to say.

"We went out to drink something," Nobara explained and Megumi nodded. You mentioned your plans to him this afternoon. "And she had a little too much..".

Megumi's eyes went back on you. You were still all over Yūji, probably fast asleep.

He sighed, lifting his arms towards you. "Come on, give her to me.".

Itadori immediately obliged, moving to pass you over to Megumi. He grabbed you, grunting slightly once your full weight was on him. With all this movement, you woke up.

You looked up confused.

"'Gumi!" You exclaimed when you realised who was holding you. "I missed you so much.".

You hugged your boyfriend tightly wrapping your arms around his neck, giving some sort of relief to Megumi when you lifted some of your weight off of him.

"Hi, missed you too." Megumi smiled softly to you, forgetting for a moment that your two friends were still in front of you. Yūji was smiling slightly and Nobara was trying not to laugh at his friend's lovesick face.

"I'm really tired.." You said, resting your head on Megumi's shoulder. "I know. Let's go to bed, okay?".

You nodded leaving a kiss on his neck and snuggling deeper in his embrace.

"Thank you for bringing her here. See you soon." He said to his friend before closing the door behind him.

"Are you able to walk?" He asked, his arms still around you to support you. "Don't know.".

He let out a deep breath, then he signed to you to jump by moving his hands behind your thighs. You jumped, immediately wrapping your arms and legs around Megumi.

He started to walk to his bathroom and once he entered the room he put you down on the counter.

"I want to sleep 'gumi, you said we were going to bed." you whined rubbing your eyes with your hands. "I know, but first you need to wash your face and take off your makeup.".

He opened the cabinet beside you, where you kept all your things so that you didn't have to bring them with you every time you stayed over at his apartment. He grabbed your make up remover and some cotton disks.

You closed your eyes for him, so that he could start removing everything you had on your face. He gently cleaned all your face, then he grabbed your cream and applied it to your face, trying to imitate the same movements you did every time he saw you apply it.

Once he was finished, he put everything back into the cabinets and tidied up the counter.

You still had your eyes closed and Megumi understood that you fell asleep again. He shook your legs gently and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead to wake you up, which fortunately worked.

"Megumi" You called for him, your eyes half closed. He hummed in response.

"Do you still have the ice cream we bought some days ago?" You mumbled, he raised one eyebrow "..yes".

"I want some ice cream." You said smiling, making the big doe eyes at which he couldn't say no. He sighed, then he proceeded to lift you up again to go to the kitchen.

He put you down on the kitchen counter, he opened the freezer and took your favorite flavour of ice cream. He handed it to you while he grabbed a spoon from the drawer.

Megumi passed you the spoon, leaning beside you on the counter. You took it, offering him a big smile.

You were struggling to open the ice cream, scrunching your face and using all the strength you had.

Megumi chuckled at you, taking everything from your hands. He opened the container effortlessly, then he took a spoonful of ice cream.

He positioned himself between your open legs, taking the spoon in front of your mouth. You ate the ice cream, smiling at the sweet taste of it.

"It's cold." You stated and Megumi looked at you unsurprised, "It's called ice cream for a reason..".

"Oh don't get so smart with me, I was just saying" You said to him. He hummed while he grabbed another spoonful of it.

You ate the ice cream in silence, Megumi continued feeding it to you, stealing some spoonfuls for himself. Once you were satisfied with the amount you ate, he put the ice cream back into the freezer and quickly washed the spoon to put it back in the drawer.

He came back to you and you hugged him, thanking him and asking if now you could go to bed. He nodded and lifted you once again to finally go to his bedroom.

He had his hands under your thighs, while you wrapped yourself around his frame.

Once he entered his bedroom, he gently put you on the bed, where you settled comfortably on your side of the bed waiting for Megumi to switch off the lights and finally go to sleep.

When he settled in the bed as well, you immediately hugged him, moving one of your legs over his hip.

"Thank you." you quietly mumbled, your cheek attached to his chest, "For the ice cream?".

"For taking care of me. Love you." you said, already dozing off to sleep. Megumi looked down at your frame, smiling softly as he felt the heat creeping on his neck and face.

"Always, love you too." He answered even if he was sure you couldn't hear because you were already sleeping. He kissed the top of your head, then he closed his eyes, going to sleep with a stupid smile on his face.

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[futfemfantasies]

“You are very welcome to do so” \\ vivianne miedema x reader

Prompt #26

“I could kiss you right now” “You’re very welcome to do so”

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You board the team bus with your headphones on, not wanting to break your focus. Only for that focus to be broken when your favourite Dutch player sits next to you with that toothless smile you’ve grown to love on her face. Viv grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers together, helping calm your nerves you thought you are hiding well. You exhale and sit back into the seat, somewhat relaxing. You go on your phone for a moment when you receive a text in your group chat with your national teammates and best friends Steph and Caitlin.

Calvin’s mum 🐶: I see you over there getting cozy with Vivvy 👀

You: idk what ur talking about…

Foord mustang 🚗: don’t act like there’s nothing going on between you too 😳

You: she’s helping to calm my nerves, that’s all

Calvin’s mum 🐶: what ever floats your boat y/n/n…

You turn around to the two Aussies sitting together and they make kissy faces at you and you roll your eyes. Viv asks you if everything is okay and you tell her that Steph and Caitlin are just being annoying. About 40 minutes later, the bus pulls up to the airport and you all get ready to jet of to France for the last semi final. You sit down in your designated sit on the plane and start getting your book and earphones out when you feel someone sit next to you. You look up and see that it’s once again Viv.

“You just can’t seem get away from me, can you?”

“Maybe I want to be here”

That made you blush slight as Viv got out her things before putting her bag in the overhead compartment. Doing so, it causes her shirt to rise up slightly and you catch a glimpse of the strikers abs. Your cheeks redden as you bury your head in your book as Viv sits down and buckles in.

“Like what you see?” She whispers in your ear and you don’t say anything, just smile slightly.

You feel the plane start to go and you grip the arm rests so tightly, your knuckles begin to turn white. Your eyes close as you feel the plane getting faster and as you start to ascend, you feel a hand intertwine with yours. Viv gives your hand a squeeze and looks at you with that smile you’ve grown to love. You thought Viv would let go of your hand but she didn’t and you are perfectly okay with that. As the plane started to descend, Viv squeezed you’re hand again to help calm your nerves.

The team starts to leave the plane and make their way to the baggage claim area where Viv doesn’t leave your side. As you all wait for the bags, Viv decides to make a bold move and rests her head on your shoulders while her arms are loosely around your waist. You just know your group chat with Steph and Caitlin are going to be bombarded with messages. You see your bag come and Viv lets you go and gets your bag for you. She ends up getting hers as well and wheels them back over to you. You thank her and wait for the rest of the team to get their bags. You sit on your suitcase and pull out your phone to see, as expected, a bunch of messages from Steph and Caitlin.

Foord mustang 🚗: i call bullshit that there’s nothing going on with you two…

Calvin’s mum 🐶: i second that 🙋‍♀️

You: no further comments at this time 🤫

You feel a presence in front of you and see the Dutch beauty. You look up to see her hold your hand out for you. You take it and stand up before getting your bag. You all arrive at the hotel and Jonas tells everyone who their roommate is. To no one’s surprise, you and Viv are roomed together. As you both got into the room, you see one big bed in the middle of the room and you immediately panic.

“We can share right? It’s only for two nights, I’m sure we can manage” Viv says and you nod.

You lie down on one side of the bed and close your eyes at the coldness of the pillow. You feel the bed move and you peak open one eye to see Viv lying next to you, looking at you.

“What are you looking at creeper?”

“Just you” Viv tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear before flicking your eyes and lips. You begin to lean in and just as your lips are millimetres from each other when you both hear multiple bangs on your door.

“Oi lovebirds, we’re going out for a team dinner. Hurry up” You hear the lovely voice of Katie McCabe beam through the door. You yell back that you’re coming and Viv mumbles something you can’t quite hear.

After a spending the hour at dinner giving each other subtle glances and playing footises under the table, you two go back to the room not saying a word and get ready for the next day.

You wake up the next morning with a tight arm around your waist. You slowly unravel yourself and go have a shower before breakfast. Viv wakes up as she hears the bathroom door close and she pouts slightly. She quickly gets herself changed and goes to the balcony, checking her messages. Just as she’s about to reply to Leah, Viv feel hands sneak around her waist.

“Hey stranger, what are you doing out here? It’s chilly”

“Just thinking” Viv replies with a half smile on her face.

“Alright, we’re ditching the girls and going out for breakfast together this morning and you can talk to me about whatever’s going on in that pretty little head of yours okay?” Viv nods and you leave a lasting kiss on her forehead, making Viv swoon on the inside.

After a flirtatious breakfast, you two quickly head back to the hotel to get ready for the game. As usual, you two sit on the bus together and you hold Viv’s hand close to you. She turns to you a gives you a look and you shake your head before leaning it on her shoulder. Viv ends up pulling you close into her and leaves a long kiss on your forehead. Steph and Caitlin see this and decide not to tease you because it looks like something is wrong.

You get to the stadium and Viv stays by your side the entire time. You slip your earphones in and let the world of music take you away. As the team goes to look at the field, you stay behind and when Viv gets no response to the question she asked you, thinking you are next to her, she looked around her and noticed you weren’t there. She asked a few of the girls if they’ve seen you and Katie tells Viv that you stayed back in the locker room. Viv instantly runs back to the room and all the girls gossip about how hopeless you too are.

Viv runs into the locker room, catching herself as she slides around the corner and sees you sitting in your cubby with your knees up to your chest. Viv sits beside you and pulls you on her lap.

“What’s going on? You haven’t been yourself since breakfast”

“I’m just scared. What if I mess it up for everyone? Everyone will hate me” You just broke down in tears and at the same time Viv’s heart was breaking a little bit more. She heard footsteps come around the corner and she quickly shooed them all away so you two could still have alone time.

“You won’t mess it up and you know why? Because you’re you Y/N. No one will hate you if we lose, it’s a team sport. We’re all in this together”

“Thanks Vivvy. How are you not freaking out right now?”

“Because I know I’ve got you up front with me” You sit up slightly and wipe your tears.

“You are going to do so well Y/N/N, I just know it” Viv leaves a long kiss on your forehead and you move off of her lap. You start to do your pre-game traditions when the rest of the girls came in. Thankfully, none of them asked why your face is red but Caitlin and Steph did give you a look and you just nod your head.

Fast forward to the game and you are currently tied at one all and there’s 3 minutes left in extra time. You move around the Lyon back line as you try to find a an open spot and when you do, Lia passes you the ball. You weave through the defenders and sprint with the ball towards goal and when you’re close enough, shoot it to the top bin. You hear the swoosh of the net and the crowd going wild, that’s when you knew it went in. You run to your teammates who dog pile you before getting up quickly. Viv was the last person to congratulate you and she gives you a kiss on your temple. You and the rest of the Arsenal girls manage to hold off Lyon for the extra minutes and you heard the refs whistle, meaning you are through to the Champions League final. You sink on your knees and cry in your hands. You feel two hands hold your wrists and slowly peel your hands off of your face. You look and see Viv with a big smile on her face. She holds your cheeks in her hands and continues to smile wide.

“I could kiss you right now” Viv whispers.

“You are very welcome to do so”

Viv leans forward and gently puts her lips on yours. Fans all around the stadium cheering causes you two to seperate. What you don’t notice is Caitlin and Steph watching on in pride, thankful that you’ve found your person.

After the teams get back to the locker room and shower, you all go back to the bus and to no ones surprise, you and Viv sit together up the back. You lean on Viv and she pulls you into her as your eyes attempt to stay awake. Viv whispers to you to go to sleep as the bus ride will take a little while.

The next time your eyes open is when you feel someone pick you up. Viv whispers that we’re back at the hotel and we’re going up to the room. You nod and fall back to sleep until you feel something comfy underneath you. You groan before opening your eyes and notice Viv not in bed with you. You start making grabby hands and Viv caves and crawls into bed. She wraps her arms around you and your whole body relaxes.

#womens soccer #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #woso imagines #woso soccer #arsenal x reader #vivianne miedema x reader

[kate-inhaler-1975]

Under The Mistletoe 💋// dad!matty x Reader

Twelve days of Christmas - Day 3 ✨️

A/N : Finally doing a Christmas prompt 😭😭. Thank you to the incredible @abiiors for the effort you've put in creating these prompt ideas xx. (BTW, this is a part of the dad!matty universe, which I need to make a masterlist for)

C/W : none!!

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

*Rosie is about a year old in this*

"Just a little bit more to the left please, baby." I tried to direct Matty as he tried his best to perfectly align our stockings along the staircase.

I could hear the light sigh leave his lips and could picture the rolling of his eyes as his arms began to get tired from holding them up for so long.

Rosie, who was sat on my hip, copied her dad's dramatic sigh. Making me roll my own eyes jokingly.

"See what you've done! She's going to be as sassy as you if you aren't careful." I warned him, giving his butt a cheeky slap, making him flip up his middle finger in reply.

"Watch it." I mumbled, lingering beside him as he finally hung Rosie's stocking in the perfect spot beside his own one and mine.

"Ah Ha! Look at that. Perfection!" Matty stumbled down off the small ladder, standing back to admire his work and placing a kiss on top of Rosie's head.

"It's perfect. Thank you, my love." I smiled, leaning towards him so I could place a kiss on his lips.

"Dada" Rosie cooed in awe at Matty. Her pacifier falling out of her mouth and onto the floor, arms wide open for him to take her into his warm embrace.

"Oh, that is my favourite sound in the world! 'Ello, my darlin" Matty was quick to take her out of my arms when I passed her over, rocking her from side to side as her small hands cupped the side of his face.

"Dada! Dada!" She repeated excitedly, slapping her hands against his face.

"Ah! Don't slap, please. Gentle hands" I laughed, rubbing her back softly, her hands returning back to my face.

"You are just the best girl, aren't you! Oh, love, can you go get the camera from upstairs? I want to take pictures of you and Rosie." Matty asked sweetly. His shaking hands that held Rosie close to him catching my eyes immediately.

"Yeah, sure. But, are you alright? Your hands are shaking." I removed Rosie's hands from my face, concern washing over me.

"Huh? I'm fine! Guess it's just the adrenaline of Christmas, I suppose." He shrugged, letting out a chuckle that could only be described as nervous laughter.

"Ehhh, okay. If you say so."

I quickly turned and made my way up the stairs to get the camera from our bedroom.

I could feel Matty's eyes follow my every move until I was out of sight, making me feel slightly nervous.

All I could hear from upstairs was the noises of Rosie fussing and low mumbles coming from Matty as he tried to shush her. The two of them still clearly hanging by the stairs.

The sudden silence in the house didn't go unnoticed to me. Silence in our house was always a complete rarity, but it's especially rare now that we have a one year old.

"Matty! Is everything alright down there!?" I called down to him while rummaging through the top drawer of his bedside table for the camera.

No reply.

"Matty!? Sweetheart!? Is Rosie okay!?" I called louder this time, hoping he'd catch me calling Rosie's name and assume I was asking after her.

But the only thing I got was a loud and guttural screech from Rosie, which was an answer I suppose.

"Ah! Gotcha." I spoke to myself as I came across the retro camera.

"Took me a minute, but I found it." I announced while jogging down the stairs.

I stopped at the bottom step, confused as to where my two loves had gone, but the baby babbling noises coming from the living room reassured me they hadn't suddenly left the house.

"What are you two doing?....oh!" I spoke in surprise, looking at Rosie scooting on her bum across the floor, wearing a Christmas jumper she wasn't wearing when I'd left the room.

"Look at you, my gorgeous girl! Did Daddy put a Christmas jumper on you, huh?" I sat down immediately on the floor right in front of her, my hand gently caressing the top of her head while I stared at her in admiration.

Her big brown eyes looked up into mine, a wide smile showing her two bottom front teeth that were coming in.

I couldn't help but laugh at her gummy smile. Her smile, her eyes, her little rambles and her baby giggles totally intoxicating.

She had me and Matty wrapped around her little finger since day one. She was our special gift all year round.

"Now, should we go see where your daddy has gone off to?" I huffed as I got up off the floor, lifting her up with me and my eyes noticing the words on her jumper.

"Dada! Dada!" She screeched, pointing over my shoulder, but my eyes were fixed on her jumper. Trying to keep her as still as I possibly could so I could put the words together.

"Mummy, will you marry my daddy?" It read.

Oh....OH!

Without turning around, my brain filled with zero thoughts and words unable to leave my mouth, I put Rosie in her little play chair. Quickly strapping her in and planting a kiss on her rosy chubby cheek.

"Matty. If I turn around and you're behind me on one knee I swear to god I'll go feral." I warned, my voice quivering with emotion.

"Just turn around, darling."

So I did, slowly, not believing any of this was real, but there he was. Completely real, and human, on one knee under the mistletoe in the doorway of the double doors that led into the kitchen.

"Matty, I-"

"No, let me speak." He interrupted. Knowing I was about to go into a rant that would make zero sense in my emotional state.

I nodded yes, allowing him to go ahead and speak. My hands clasping over my mouth to shut myself up, tears already streaming down my face.

"Okay....Y/N, I've thought of multiple ways I could've done this. I could've taken you somewhere fancy on a romantic getaway, just the two of us. Or loads of lights and fireworks and candles, but I know you. All those fancy proposals aren't you. So that's why I did it here. Just me, you, and Rosie."

It was like on queue Rosie giggled, her feet kicking like crazy in her little moving seat.

"For the last six years you have given me everything. A life, a home, a beautiful baby. I know I'm not the easiest person to love, I really know that, but somehow you've managed to put up with all of my problem's and make them your own, and that to me is true love. So please, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?"

"Are you being serious? You want to marry me?" I whispered in disbelief. A part of me not being able to comprehend that someone wants to marry me.

Someone wants to be with me forever.

"Why would I joke about this. I've never been so sure of anything in my life."

Matty brought the neck of his jumper up to his face, wiping away the stray tears that streamed down his face.

The ring sat so elegantly in the opened black velvet ring box. The opal diamond, which is Rosie's birthstone, shone beautifully from a mile away.

"Matty....I....oh god." I sobbed happily into my hands. Continuously shaking my head in disbelief.

"You don't have to say yes, we can just forget about it if it isn't what you wa-"

"No! No, no, this is what I want. I want to marry you. I'd marry you tomorrow, I'd marry you next week, I'll marry you whenever. Jesus Christ, yes, yes Matty Healy I will be your wife whenever you want me to be!" I sobbed, running over to him and engulfing him in the biggest hug that I knocked him over.

The two of us crying and giggling on the floor, the ring still safely in his hand, thank god.

Matty wrapped his left arm around my waist, sitting the two of us up that I was straddling his lap.

"So....can I put the ring on you? Just to make it official?" He smiled widely. Eyes squinting and teeth showing.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." I spoke excitedly. Each yes being punctuated by a passionate kiss.

With his still shaky hands, he slipped the beautiful gold and opal ring onto my ring finger. My heart skipping a beat from a touch so soft and loving.

He brought the hand up to his lips, kissing the ring keeping his eyes on mine.

"Just the three of us future Y/N Healy."

"Just the three of us Matthew Timothy Healy."

Matty looked up above us, noticing the mistletoe that hung.

"Would you look at that. Ever thought you'd get proposed to under the mistletoe when we hung it up last night?" He smirked, his eyes watching my every move as I quickly got up to get Rosie.

"If you'd told me six years ago when I met you outside a pub in Manchester that you'd be the person I'd love for the rest of my life, I would've believed you." I smiled wholeheartedly, returning back to the floor with Rosie sitting on my lap.

"What? Really?" Matty was totally shocked by my words. Not expecting me to say that I knew he'd be the one.

"From the minute you asked me if I had a spare cigarette and I turned around to face you, there was no way I was letting go of you. Loving someone has never been easier. Falling in love with you and Rosie has been the easiest thing I've ever done in my entire life, and everyday I fall more and more in love."

"Stop it, darling. You're gonna make me cry again." Matty huffed, looking up at the ceiling to try and stop himself from crying.

"I think someone else is going to start crying if you don't give her her first kiss under the mistletoe." I chuckled, letting go of a squirming Rosie so she could go back to clinging onto her dad.

"Uh oh, we can't have little miss RoRo crying. Isn't that right, petal?" He tickled her chubby baby belly, making her roar out a laugh that had me and Matty laughing along with her.

Just the three of us. Under the mistletoe. My heart has never been so happy.

#christmas75 #12 days of christmas #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fluff #matty healy imagine #matty healy oneshot #matty healy x reader #george daniel #the 1975 #adam hann #the 1975 oneshot #ross macdonald #the 1975 imagine #matty healy! dad #matty healy! dad oneshot #dad!matty

[jamdoughnutmagician]

The Boy Is Mine (Claudia's Edition)

this is my entry for @carolmunson 's writing exercise where we all use the same prompts to write a date night fic with Eddie in the trailer.

Very hastily written over last night and this morning, so apologies for any mistakes!

Word Count:1,204

Eddie Munson Masterlist // Masterlist

Wayne had slid Eddie an all-too knowing wink as he made his way out of the trailer door. He had told Eddie that he was taking a small vacation, a fishing trip out of state with some of his old work buddies. Bringing Eddie into a quick hug before leaving Wayne nods towards his nephew.

“You’re the man of the house for the next few days, son, try not to burn down the place whilst i’m gone.”

Eddie nods, his wild curls bouncing as he does.

“Understood.” Eddie smiles. “Now, go! You have fun with your fishing buddies, I can take care of things from here, trust me.”

“Alright alright! I’m going!” Wayne grumbles as he loads his fishing gear into the back of the car before driving away.

“Alright and for zee beautiful lady, my famous spaghetti and meatballs.” Eddie says in his best fancy french accent as he rounds the small dining table, placing a generous plating of pasta in front of you.

Your back sinks against the soft throw pillow plumped against the harsh back of the wooden dining chair. 

Eddie had insisted on cooking for you for a special date night, calling you up to come over because he said he had a special surprise planned for you, and to wear something fancy.

So you pulled on your nicest dress from your wardrobe, the dainty blue floral one that you knew Eddie liked seeing you in, if his big brown eyes were any give away, the way they roamed over the expanse of exposed skin every time you wore it. 

Excitedly knocking your knuckles against the rickety trailer door you heard the enthusiastic shout from your boyfriend from inside.

“I’ll be there in a minute!” comes his voice, sounding as if he was working very hard behind closed doors.

Suddenly the door swings open and there stands your boyfriend, his messy hair tied back into a loose bun at the nape of his neck, a few stray curls falling down to frame his face. His slender frame is covered in a tight black shirt and his usual dark ripped jeans, but it’s not that that catches your attention, no, it’s the white ‘kiss the cook’ apron decorated with various splotchy stains that has you cocking your head in interest. A small spiral notebook hangs off his apron where it's tied around his waist, looking every part waiter-and-chef all rolled into one.

“Come in, Welcome to Chez Munson” he smiles broadly, his white teeth pulling against the curve of his bottom lip.

“Welcome madame, let me show you to your seat.” he says as he guides you into the small dining area he’s set up in the kitchen, complete with a single rose dropped into an empty coke bottle.

“Eddie..”

“I know, I know, it's just we never really get time to ourselves anymore, we've both been so busy lately, and I just wanted to treat my favourite girl.”

“Eddie, it's perfect!” You beam, leaning up to kiss his cheek, feeling his flushed cheeks smile against your lips.

Just as he's about to sit down in the seat opposite you, he bounces back to his feet.

“I almost forgot!” He babbles as he reaches into the fridge to retrieve a bottle of wine. “Harrington helped me pick it out, but I think he just chose this because there was a picture of an lion on the label” he chuckles.

Then for a brief moment you hear him clinking around in the kitchen cabinets in search of some wine glasses.

“Okay..” he huffs “so, like, I ran out of nice cups, is this okay?” He asks as he places down two mugs on the table. His favourite Garfield mug for him, and a red race-car mug for you, from that time when Wayne took Eddie to the Indy 500 a few years back.

He cracks open the bottle and pours a few drops in each mug, before sitting down opposite you.

“Cheers!” He grins, lifting his mug up.

You clink your mug against his and return his cheer. 

You watch as he reaches for the small tub of grated parmesan on the table before sprinkling it on top of his pasta.

“And you like that, huh?” you wrinkle your nose in disgust at his choice of topping.

“What can I say, Sweetheart, I've got a refined palette.” He laughs before twirling up a forkful of noodles.

You dig into your dinner and it's surprisingly delicious. Truly a testament to how hard he'd worked to put together the whole meal for you.

“Y’know, this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.” you tell him earnestly.

“Well I just wanted to make you smile, know you’ve been busy working those late night shifts at the diner, and I’m not always the best boyfriend-”

“Aw, no, Honey. Don’t be like that. That’s not true at all.” you stop him before he can discredit himself, and talk himself down, as he often found himself doing.

He looks up at you from underneath his dark eyelashes.

“Eddie, you are the best boyfriend, the only boyfriend, I’ve ever had.” It’s true, you had met Eddie when you were a new student who had just moved into Hawkins and were trying to navigate your way through a new school half-way through the academic year. He was the one who befriended you and that friendship had gone from strength to strength until neither of you could ignore the feelings you both felt for one another anymore. 

“But the fact that you have been my only boyfriend, doesn’t mean that you haven’t been the absolute best boyfriend in my eyes. You make me laugh, you’re sweet and kind, you make me feel safe, and most importantly you make me feel so loved.”

He reaches his hand across the table, taking your hand in his and kissing his lips softly against the back of your hand.

“I think the same of you too, Sweetheart. You’re it for me. You’re my forever girl. Want you in my life always, I mean it.”

“And now for dessert.” he says as he places down a slice of vanilla sponge cake, complete with gooey vanilla frosting and a cherry on top. “Although I can’t claim this one as my own, compliments go to the bakers at Walmart for this one.”

As you both enjoy your desserts in comfortable silence, you can’t help but let your foot trail up his leg underneath the table, teasingly playing with him whilst you smile innocently at him from across the table.

“If you don’t stop that, we’re going to have a problem here, Sweetheart.” his voice drops to a husky low rumble, his pink lips curving into a smile.

“Maybe, I want something else for dessert too..” you tease him. 

“Let me clear away these plates, you go ahead and wait in the bedroom. I’ve been dying to rip that dress off you since you stepped through the door.” he smirks, his dark eyes raking over you.

Excitedly you jump up from your seat, and make your way over to him, kissing him on his cheek before whispering in his ear.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Teddy.”

@mrsjellymunson @penguinsandpotterheads @ali-r3n @seatnights @xxbimbobunnyxx @impmunson @paybacksawitch @heydreamchild

#Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson x Reader fluff #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson x Reader Fanfic #Eddie Munson fanfic

[kaeyas-beloved]

Saw the post w/ the prompt list and you said is open

If you don't mind, can you do 🥘 w/ Dazai from BSD?

(hope I did this right)

I don't mind at all Anon! (and no worries, you did it right <3)

CWs: gn!reader, petnames (dear), maybe a little ooc Dazai

Acts of service prompts: open!

[ 🥘 ] - having dinner ready for them when they arrive home

It wasn't rare for your boyfriend to greet you at the door the moment you get home, leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek. It was rare, however, for the man to greet you in the form of standing in front of you, hands folded behind his back. You stop midway on taking your shoes off, making sure to give him a glare that conveys your suspicion. "What did you do Osamu?"

"Im just greeting you, as always," comes his 'innocent' reply. His little smile that was meant to sell the idea that nothing out of the ordinary was going on did, in fact, not help his case at all. If anything, it just dug him further into whatever hole he's got himself into. You just hope there’s no actual holes involved.

For the next handful of seconds that passed you kept your gaze trained on him, analyzing all you could. There were no new injuries on his person (thank god), he didn't smell of river water or trash (thank god again) and, while he was smiling, it wasn't one that had sinister undertones. What the hell could it be then? "Don't lie to my face, what did you do?"

"I'm wounded dear. Do you really not trust me?"

"No." Yes, you actually think, but it's okay to tease him every now and then. Besides, you know that he knows you trust him with all that you are. "Either admit to your crimes dear or I'm walking out this door and having dinner with Yosano instead."

And he laughs - head thrown back and shoulders shaking as if you’ve said the funniest thing in the world. You didn't know what to expect from your empty threat, but it certainly wasn't to be blessed by the sounds of his merriment, "I was right, you are cute when you're mad." You’re truly dumbfounded but its admittedly difficult to suppress a smile of your own.

You goof, "is that what this is about? You wanted to see me mad?" you ask, resuming taking off your shoes and coat.

"No," he says, grabbing your hand the moment it’s unoccupied and encasing it in his, "I actually wanted to show you something." Oh god… spoke too soon.

Sighing, you nod in the direction of further into the house, letting him drag you to wherever it is this surprise is waiting. And a surprise it sure is.

How'd he know? When the hell did you ever say that this was your favourite? "I asked our friends if you're wondering." He really must’ve if he was able to lay out a dinner that’s exactly to your tastes. It appears freshly put out too, like he just finished pouring the last glass before you walked through the door.

You’re about to melt into a puddle of goo, embrace him and place kiss after kiss on his face when a devious idea entered your thoughts. Crossing your arms, you smirk and close your eyes, aiming for an expression between smug and smartass, “and you didn’t burn down the place? I’m shocked Osamu.”

Immediately a newfound weight bogs down your shoulder, your lover leaning himself on you, “I’m hurt! What makes you think I didn’t know how to do such a simple task like cook?” You don’t see it - you’re too busy trying to keep yourself from falling over - but he has the back of his hand pressed against his forehead, one eye closed and the other peeking towards you to catch your expression.

“Oh, I don’t know Osamu, maybe because when I first met you you smelled like a rotting corpse and when I first went to your house your dishes were staked in the sink.”

“I was going to do them later that day!” Having enough of being made fun of, Dazai reaches towards your unprotected sides, you unaware of the onslaught of torture you’re about to receive. “Besides, that didn’t stop you from loving me did it?”

“No, I suppose nOAAHHT!?” Twisting in his hold, you begin your perilous fight for air, but your lover is ruthless, not letting you go for a second. You end up bumping into the table and the chairs a few times, rattling the dishes on top. Ordinarily you’d be worried about them falling and breaking but right now you’re having too much fun with the silly man you fell in love with.

Then it happened. Looking down you find that your hand has landed right in the middle of one of the dishes. All playfulness stopped for a breath, both of you frozen as you just stood and stared… before bursting into fits of giggles, straightening up from the hunched over position you found yourselves in.

“How does this sound,” you pat at his arm, them still encircling your form, “you let me wash up and we can eat the no doubt yummy food you’ve made.”

“Fine by me,” he lets you step out of his hold, watching as you turn to leave only to stop a second after.

“Oh, and Osamu?” The man hums then makes a noise of surprise when you pull him closer, placing a kiss on his lips. Easily he kisses back, and as you pull away you drop your voice to a whisper, “thank you for making dinner, I had a rough day today, so this was really nice to come home to.”

Kissing him one last time you back up and turn to walk towards the bathroom again, leaving a smiling Osamu Dazai in the middle of the kitchen.

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[purpleberiii]

"Payback"

☆Prompt: Nightingale and you are married. You are the head of the Arrest department and obsessed with money. You'd literally to anything/anyone for money even cheating on your wife.

☆Warnings: G!P Reader, G!P chief, Reader being a bit of a jerk (I love you pookies😭), Slight Angst? Nightingale having sex with chief, slightly dom! Nightingale.

Money is everything in your eyes. Money controlled your mind. You did love your wife but you also loved Money and that was a problem. It wasn't a problem at first but after two years of being married to the Adjutant of MBCC, she found that your behaviour had changed recently, she even discussed this with the chief, asking her to keep a close eye on you.

Well Chief did exactly that when she found you going into Chelsea's cell one night and blocking out the Camera. Immediately, Chief ordered Hecate to send Nightmare to sneak and take a peek and the thing that poor nightmare saw gave it a nightmare.

Through Nightmare, Hecate saw what you did and she reported it to chief, leaving her enraged. Once you were done with Chelsea, you came out with a stack of cash, smiling... but deep down you felt a whole ass guilty. Nightingale has been nothing but a sweet wife to you and despite her having such tiring duties, you were her top priority.

The hookup with Chelsea was out of pure greed and you felt as if you just tarnished your love for nightingale, swearing to never do it again. Chief had already told Nightingale what happened and she was left astonished that you would even go as far as that. Nightingale took a whole two days, spending it in chief's office, breaking down and getting angry, but these two days made her come up with the perfect plan. One that would surely leave you agitated.

The recent events of MBCC left the arrest department on a hectic schedule and you were busy filling reports after reports. Nightingale came in your office with a gentle but fake smile, a smile that you had grown to love however, you couldn't bring yourself to look at her. "You've been working hard these last few days my dear," she trailed off, rubbing your tense shoulders. You relaxed under her touch, sighing in bliss.

"Hmmm... I know love. With the recent events, we're quite busy."

"You need a break. Do you want a break? I've already asked Chief to extend the deadlines for the report and she said its okay. Now let's go home, I've got a surprise for you," her hot breath tickled your ear as she pulled away and began walking towards the door, her hips swaying from side of side. You gritted your teeth, feeling aroused.

Nightingale and you both reached home in less than a few minutes and she led you to the bedroom. A chair was placed infront of the bed and she ordered you to sit down. You confusingly did so, and suddenly felt your hands being tied behind the chair. "W-what's going on?!"

Chief walked out from behind you, a subtle smirk on her face. "I know what you did Y/n. Cheating on me just for money. How low can you stoop for money huh?" Your eyes widened, how did she know? Then you looked at Chief, a hint of aggression in her eyes.

"But let's see how you'll feel after watching me take your wife." Chief immediately began undressing Nightingale, revealing a very sexy lacy lingerie; your favourite one. Your mouth was left opened when you saw Nightingale clashing tongues with the Chief.

They took it to the bed and Nightingale unbuckled Chief's belt and took off her pants, leaving her with a boner for YOUR wife. "W-what do you think you're doing?! Sto-did I stop you when you were fucking that sinner?"

You gulped. She didn't know. How could she have stopped you? Nightingale wrapped her hand around chief's shaft and began stroking it tenderly while looking up at chief with a smile. Pre-cum dribbled down the tip of her shaft and Nightingale licked a broad stripe, tracing the vein.

Was this revenge? If it was, it was hot. Despite it being wrong, you felt extremely hard, your dick straining against your garments. Chief turned nightingale around so she could face you as she took your wife from behind. Pushing in gentle, handling her gently, something you never did during sex. Nightingale seemed to like the gentleness shown by the Chief and you began thinking that maybe she's better off without you.

As chief was fully inside her, she began thrusting, pulling out a string of moans from her. You could see a bulge forming in Nightingale's stomach. Was the chief that deep? You thrashed around in the chair, wanting to get out the restraints and either take her from front or kill the chief but you couldn't do neither as you were tied tightly down.

"F-fuck chief... you're fucking me so good~ keep going just like that~"

Those heavenly moans that spilled from her mouth was once only heard by you, but now your stupid obsession caused this. "Your tight... has your wife not been fucking you good?" Chief asked in a mocking tone as Nightingale squealed when chief picked up her pace.

You felt more heartbreak than aroused at this point, the way Nightingale looked at you, you could clearly see that she didn't want to do this but she felt good so it didn't matter. She wanted you to feel how it felt knowing that somebody else is fucking your wife.

"I-I'm cumming! Fuck Chief keep going!" With a few more thrusts, Nightingale came undone, squirting on the bed as Chief came inside of her.

"Did... did you just come in her?..." you asked, your voice cracked. Nightingale felt her heart pinged at the voice crack but she shook it off. You caused this upon yourself.

They went a few more rounds, switching positions, saying all sorts of things that both aroused and hurt you. You felt like your dick would explode as well as your heart. Once they were done, Nightingale was fucked out on the bed, her cum mixed with Chief's leaking out of both holes. She never did anal with you, but she did it with chief. She was fast asleep, and Chief kissed her head before putting a blanket over her.

Chief put on her clothes and untied you, nor afraid if you'd kill her but she knew you wouldn't as you were too in shock. "Come with me." Her orders were firm and she led you to a building, heading to the rooftop where it was peaceful and quiet.

"Firstly, I apologise for doing that but it was Nightingale's plan." You sat on the edge, your face buried in your knees as you stared off into the distance. Your dick was still hard but you were too heartbroken to even care.

"I deserved it. I made a stupid mistake by agreeing to Chelsea's wish."

"I will have a talk with her. Money isn't everything y/n. Sure you may all the best things in the world but you wouldn't find someone who would love you like Nightingale would."

You stayed quiet, listening to her talk. "Before the two of you got married, she kept blabbing to me about how she couldn't wait to marry you. It was a different side I saw that day, a side only you could bring out," she chuckled remembering the day she kept telling her about her future plans with you.

"I know you're hardly ever gentle with her. You're a workaholic and I get that you love money but something as a simple as paper could destroy your life. You're on the verge of losing the love of your life y/n and I never expected this from considering I'm closer to you than anyone."

"...I messed up really bad..." finally the tears came out. "I thought I would've died of heartfailure in there. Is that how Nightingale felt?"

"Imagine if she had witnessed it first hand."

"I don't want too. Will she forgive me, chief?"

"... only if you prove yourself worthy of being forgiven. You need to work for it. If you need any help, come to me. Again, I'm sorry for doing that." Chief gave you a pat on the back before leaving. You needed to earn her forgiveness, you had too.

And from now on, no more greed for money, no more rough behaviour for your wife. She is the love of your life and you intended to show it.

A/n:

Part 2?

#path to nowhere nightingale #nightingale x chief #path to nowhere nightingale x reader #nightingale x reader #ptn nightingale #nightingale ptn x reader #ptn #path to nowhere

[goorehound]

YOU WRITE FOR WATCH DOGS 2!?!?! Holy shit, sorry haha 😅 I got excited because I thought no one wrote for that game anymore

May I ask for anything, literally anything, with Wrench and a gn reader? I saw in your bio that requests were open? However, if that's not the case, feel free to ignore this.

Anywho, have a pleasant day!

you are my new favourite. i was dying for somebody to request some Wrench stuff, and I’m more than happy to oblige. I picked out a prompt from my prompt list to help me get an idea, and hopefully it hits the spot! this was super rushed because I was eager to get it out (I was way too excited for this dude)

#21 acting even more foolish around them than before

mildly nsfw, 18+, Wrench x GN!reader

Heart Eyes

Wrench was a weird fucking dude. It did not take long for one to notice that - three minutes in a conversation with him will give that away easily. So you were used to his odd behaviour and it barely made a blip on your radar. It was just Wrench being Wrench.

But lately things had felt a little stranger - specifically within the last couple weeks. It started with something small, nothing wildly absurd. He’d come over to you from his own work station, his finger rested in the hole of a donut that he then presented to you.

You looked up briefly from your work to accept it, giving a double take as you eased it off his finger. “Thanks?” You’d expected to see a box, assuming that Wrench had just gone on a coffee run for everyone and brought back some treats.

“You’re welcome.”

But it was just him and a singular donut. Wherever he’d gotten that from.

He nodded, watching silently as he clamped his hands behind his back as you took a bite - furrowing your brows and giving him a weird look before starting to return to your work with mild amusement.

“Cool.” He’d said decisively before fucking back off to whatever he was currently taking apart. Okay. The energy there had been kind of awkward, but it was mere seconds later that you completely forgot it.

The next scenario could certainly be brushed off as simply a drunken slip up. You had all been drinking after a success, celebrating and sharing jokes while lounging in the common area.

Your conversation with Josh had just finished up and you turned, intending to share the joke you’d told with Wrench. You heard a garbled noise and some static before Wrench lurched forward and hung his head down, startling enough that you jolted backwards.

“You okay? What’s up?” You crowded a bit closer after the initial surprise, bracing a hand on his shoulder. He spluttered and coughed before nodding, and you could see liquid dripping slowly out of his mask.

“Did you,” You were already starting to laugh. “Did you talk with a mouthful of beer?”

Another pathetic nod before he was placing the half empty bottle on the table and pushing himself off the couch.

“Be right back.” He muttered out and oh my god. Perhaps it was simply the buzz you were riding but in his absence you and Marcus laughed yourselves sick over it.

The next time you guys had gathered for a hangout, not nearly as jovial as the last and with far less alcohol, a more melancholy gathering. It had been a shitty day for everyone and you’d all congregated on the couch to offer moral support, quiet and sparse conversations.

Wrench gave a heaving - dramatic - sigh and fiddled with his phone. “Alright. I’m gonna go for a smoke.” He turned to you this time, LEDs displaying question marks. “Do you wanna come for me?”

Flashing exclamation points.

“With.” He corrected in a rush, sitting straight up. “With. Do you wanna come with me? Fuck. Never mind.” And then he was practically booking it out the door, leaving you with a startled and amused smile on your face. You caught Horatio out of the corner of your eye, his chin was tucked against his chest and he was shaking his head. Clearly trying to hold back laughter.

You didn’t think much of these things. They were just funny. Maybe Wrench was just a bit out of it lately, and it was all pretty funny.

Like when he’d aimed to lean his hip against the counter when you were explaining some programming to him, and he’d completely overshot it and ate shit.

Or when you two had gone out drinking alone and you’d stumbled out of the booth, and his instinctive reaction had been to reach out to steady you. He’d torn his arm back like he’d been burned when he instead ended up with a handful of your ass, apologizing profusely and ending up with his face buried in his arms for the next ten minutes.

But when you followed that up with the time you bent over to get something and he sliced his hand open with a loud and very aggravated cursing fit, his sudden fascination with getting you food or some little gift when he was out for a while, or the way he’d begun almost stumbling over himself to talk to you or be there one to sit next to you - him being weird didn’t quite cover it anymore.

Okay. You were giving yourself too much credit. You’d seen some heart eyes flashing in your direction. Literal, bright white hearts.

So you made the connection. Maybe a bit slower than the rest of your friends, but you weren’t that oblivious. And you weren’t uninterested. You’d been entertaining that idea since the first week of knowing Wrench, the whole spikes, tattoos, voice-modulator and dorky personality had really done it for you.

You couldn’t recall what Wrench had been rambling about, his half delirious rantings that fit perfectly in the far too early hours of the mornings. Each of you perched on the couch with your own red bulls, keeping the place alive long after everyone had called it quits for the night.

Eventually, when Wrench kept stumbling over his words and cracking lamer jokes than usual, you placed down your drink. Watching the bright question marks light up when you shuffled closer to him, wordlessly grabbing either side of his head and delicately planting a kiss on the front of his mask - careful to avoid the spikes.

Honestly it was a little scary when the usually expressive screen went black. Unresponsive. Slowly, as the fear that you’d misunderstood crept in, you released his face. When you started to ease out of his face he sat up hastily.

Snagging your wrist to keep you from drifting too fair. “Wait, wait, wait.” He spoke in a rush, reaching up to practically rip the mask off of his face. It was his turn now to cradle each side of your face and lead you into a proper kiss.

His lips were warm. Slightly chapped, but you you didn’t really find yourself minding all that much. Soon enough he was pulling you into his lap, running his hands over your back soothingly while the spikes of his vest dug into your palms where you braved yourself against him.

“Fuck, you taste good.” He complimented, which brought a smile to your lips.

“That’s the redbull.”

“Oh.” Was paired with perhaps the sweetest little laugh you’d ever heard, and you were quick to join in until you were both chuckling heartily. And then he was kissing you again, stealing all the air from your lungs and making you dizzy. His hands were firm on your back, just as firm as yours were against him. Reminding each other that this was not some sleep deprived lucid dream.

Teeth were nibbling at your lips, and he kept letting out these bitten off noises that made your head spin, and fuck. You could get used to this.

#no beta oopsies #wrench x reader #wrench watch dogs #watch dogs 2 #watchdogs legion #reginald blechman #dedsec #fic #ask

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Larissa x autistic reader where they bring Larissa rocks all the time and one day Larissa asks why and reader just explains how they reminds them of Larissa and maybe points out something all the rocks have in common or how they found them all in a special place for Larissa and reader.

(reader doesn't have to be autistic.)

Here you are, Anon. I hope you like it.

You slipped into Larissa’s office, hand clutching a once cold rock, now warmed from your body heat. She was sitting behind her desk, laptop lighting up her face. You took a moment, admiring her, thankful for love you had.

You tapped your finger on her desk, waiting for her to look up at you. When she did, the smile that slid over her face was slow and sweet, feeling like home. She held out a hand towards you, waiting for you round the desk and perch beside her.

“This is a lovely surprise, darling,” she said once your hand was in hers.

“I have something for you,” you said.

The way she looked at you was full of such affection you felt your heat skip a beat. You held your closed fist out to her, waiting for her hold her hand out to receive it. You dropped the rock into her open palm, the surface faintly glittering in the light. It was perfect, such a wonderful rock, perfect for Larissa.

You waited with bated breath as she inspected it. Her thumb brushed over it, her smile softening.

“Thank you, darling, it’s lovely.”

She stood, wandering over to the small shelf she’d been displaying the rocks you brought her for as long as you’d been doing it. With careful fingers, she shifted a few over to place it down. You followed her, letting your eyes rove over the collection you’d brought her.

“You’ve brought me a lot of rocks,” she said and you felt your heart seize in that moment, “not that I don’t love them, but is there a reason?”

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” you said, feeling the panic beginning to rise.

“No, I don’t want you to stop,” she said, shaking her head, looking down at you, “I just want to understand.”

“I’m being weird. I can stop. It’s okay, you don’t have to pretend to like them.” You could feel yourself beginning to shake, not wanting to upset her anymore.

“Darling, no.”

Her arms closed around you, pulling you in to her body. She was so warm, so strong, able to hold you together when it felt as if you were falling apart. You wanted to pull away from her, knowing you’d upset her, but you also wanted to cling to her like a child.

“I love your gifts,” she said, “I promise I do.”

“But they’re weird,” you said, “I’m being weird.”

“You’re being thoughtful,” she replied, “just let me in on those thoughts, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, waiting for the kiss you knew was coming to your temple. She was so good at being consistent with you. You always knew what to expect from her.

You reached out to closest one, picking it up. You could remember finding it. A few weeks ago you’d been walking through the forest and something had glittered in amongst the rotting leaves. You’d brushed them off, finding this rock, crystals embedded in it, and you’d known it was for Larissa. The blue was clear and bright, just like when she laughed.

“Each one reminds me of you,” you said as you tried to gather your thoughts into something someone else would understand. You held the rock up, at her eye line, twisting it in the light to show it off perfectly.

“They do?” she asked, not judgementally, but prompting you to continue. You lent back against her body, letting her feel how much you needed her.

“They’re all blue,” you said and you could feel her slow nod behind you, nose brushing against the side of your head, “and your eyes are blue. So anytime I find a rock the same colour as your eyes I bring it back, because it reminds me of you, and you’re my favourite person, and you deserve things as pretty as your eyes.”

“Darling.” She sounded choked up.

You turned, worried you’d done something wrong again. Instead, she was smiling down at you and the tears were in her eyes, sparkling, but she didn’t look sad. She lent forward, pressing her forehead against yours.

“No one has ever been that thoughtful,” she said, “you’re a wonder.”

Which made no sense to you. Why would no one have ever been nice to her? You weren’t doing anything special, just gifting her the rocks that reminded you of her. It wasn’t some big grand gesture like you’d seen in all the movies. It was barely anything.

“I’m just doing what feels right,” you said, shrugging.

She gave you a soft kiss and you sighed. She only ever kissed you like that when she was happy. You had to be doing the right thing, then. You were both happy. That was the goal.

“An absolute wonder,” she whispered before giving you another soft kiss.

Definitely the right thing.

#larissa weems imagine #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #principal weems imagine #principal weems x reader

[mvrtaiswriting]

For the kids writing prompt, let’s try Zoro or Ace for 14 please and thank you!

Zoro x prompt 14: a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

aaaah! my two favourite boys!!! thank you for requesting this! I decided to go with Zoro for this one cause his voice is usually raspier and deeper than Ace's. Also, I know for a fact this boy would do something like that - he has complicated relationship with his emotions and this prompt just perfectly fits him aaaah!!! I hope this is okay for you and that you'll enjoy this as much as I do. Came out a bit longer than I wanted to but I couldn't help it. I love him

gender neutral! mention of alcohol

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. - from this event.

After the new bounties got published, Luffy decided to throw a party to celebrate: everyone's bounty increased impressively, which was something your captain was definitely was proud of. Also, who would waste the occasion to eat good food and drink rivers of sake? Not Luffy for sure, nor Zoro or the rest of the crew.

After hours of countless cheering to the most useless thing and engaging in dumb drinking games with Usopp, most of the crew was now drunk: Nami was now sleeping, her face completely smashed against the table, her head supported by her own arm, while Robin managed to stumble her way to her dormitory, murmuring curse words every time her movement didn't really match her intentions.

Resting your head on Zoro's shoulder, you giggled at how wasted your crew got. It was your turn to guard the ship, so no alcohol for you this time - at least, not enough to get you drunk.

"How are you still drinking?" you ask, slightly tilting your head up to have a better look at Zoro, who was still sipping his sake.

"It won't knock me off." he replied, putting his jacket around you. You smiled at the affectionate gesture, snuggling closer to Zoro and enjoying the warmth of his body just for a little longer. Resting his back against the bench the two of you were sitting on, he opened his arms and let your head rest on his muscular chest, his arm now wrapped around your figure.

You were used to this type of affection; it was your thing. Gentle touches, sweet little moments like this when no one could see you. You always found a way to remain alone; sometimes you joined him during his guard hours in the crew's nest when everyone else was asleep - and sometimes, he'd join you too.

Tilting your head up once again, you took your time to look at Zoro. The heavenly visual you had from that position allowed you to admire just how sharp his jawline was, and the way his Adam's apple moved every time he chugged some of his sake. Your gaze slowly drifted up to his lips, the way they gracefully wrapped around the glass he was drinking from - and you wondered how soft they must be.

When Zoro finally noticed your intense staring, he smirked and looked at you. Although he didn't want to admit it, the booze he had been drinking all night was finally doing his magic, tinting his cheeks of a scarlet red. Before he could say anything, a loud hi-cup caught him by surprise, causing you to giggle once again.

"Cmon Zoro, it's time you go and get some sleep." you say before getting up and escaping his warm embrace. Taking his big hands into yours, you tried - unsuccessfully - to get him up.

He shook his head in response, slurring a low "i'm fine" in response and pulling you closer to him once again, making you sit on his lap.

"I can't believe you don't want to go to bed." you giggle again, running an hand through his messy hair.

You were now so ridiculously close to him; so close he could feel your breath tickling the skin of his face, so close he swore he could hear your heartbeat - and he couldn't help but stare, being completely mesmerised by how beautiful you were, how gracefully the moonlight caressed your features.

"Kiss me." he slurred again, completely taking you by surprise. You stopped in your tracks for a second, letting your hand wander down to his cheeks, caressing his cheekbones.

"Uhm?" you asked softly. "It's the alcohol talking.." you continued, biting your bottom lip. Every fibre of your heart wished that was a genuine request - god knows how many times you've pictured this; but you knew better than kissing someone this drunk. He wouldn't even remember it in the morning, most likely.

"I said kiss me." he repeated in a hoarse, rather demanding tone, his voice sounding raspy and deeper than usual from all the drinking he had that night.

You stared at him blankly, shivers being continuously sent down to your spine as you saw Zoro's serious expression, a warm sensation quickly reaching your cheeks.

"You're drunk, you won't.." you said, almost panicking trying to decipher the intentions of the handsome boy in front of you.

"I will." he was quick to reply. "and I am not drunk. I just drank enough to have the courage to ask you." he continued. Despite the appearance of a smirk on his lips, you could tell he was embarrassed - he felt vulnerable, exposed, and your reaction almost made him thinking you were rejecting him.

Noticing the smile forming on your face, he gently placed his hand at the bas of your jawline, his thumb caressing your chin before he finally decides to kiss you through your smile - his lips locking onto yours in what quickly became a sloppy, hungry kiss.

#zoro fluff #straw hat zoro #zoro fanfic #zoro fanart #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x you #ronoroa zoro #op zoro #zoro one piece #zoro x y/n #zoro roronoa #straw hat pirates #pirate hunter zoro #straw hat crew #straw hats x reader

[lost-in-lamentation]

prompt twenty and leviathan, please! 🧡

a/n: i thought of this scenario while i was on genshin and accidentally let all my chars die cause i scrambled to type it out lmao fly high chongyun

prompt #20: leviathan + “thank you.” “for what?” “for coming into my life.”

content: levi realises how much you’ve done for him all this time.

no warnings!

fluff. leviathan x gen!reader (you/your).

levi figures that there’s no harm skipping dinner for the 5th time in a row this week. after all, there’s raids he has to take care of, and a new banner on one of his favourite gacha games is dropping soon. he’ll have to grind for hours if he wants to guarantee the best results. it won’t matter to anyone if he’s not there today, the demon decides. he slips his headphones on, cracking his knuckles as he flops into the chair in front of his monitor. the hours tick by faster than he would have liked; before long, there’s a knock at the door, accompanied by a welcome voice.

“levi? you didn’t come down for dinner, are you okay?” 

levi pulls one side of his headphones away from his ear. “just come in MC, i can’t pause my game here,” he calls out, skillfully controlling his character with only one hand on the keyboard. 

the door clicks open softly, your figure slipping through with a bowl of food in hand. “is now a bad time? i can come back later-”

“no! no, just- one second-” levi fumbles on his words. within a minute, his character is standing under a victory banner, and levi is quick to slide his headphones down to his neck. “what is it?” when he turns around, he sees you brushing the thin layer of dust that has collected on some of his figurine shelves. his heart twists at the sight.

“dinner,” you repeat with a chuckle, searching around his room for the small foldable table. he hears you mutter a “found it”, and all he can do is watch as you bring it over to him. the table unfolds with ease, and you’re placing the food on it when you’ve determined it won’t collapse. “eat something before your next raid, okay?” 

“r-right,” levi stutters out, surprised at all you were doing for him. “i don’t have any more for the next few hours, so i have some time,” he says softly, eyes following you around as you slowly tidy up the things that were cluttered on the floor. 

“great, so start eating dinner!” you send him a smile, then turn back to cleaning the mess. 

levi hums out an acknowledgement, tousling the food with the spoon you had provided before digging in. time begins to pass by again, a comfortable silence laying over the two of you as he finishes his dinner. when levi finishes, he places the bowl on the table with a low clink, shifting his gaze to find you watching the fish swim around in his aquarium. “

“oh, are you done?” you take the bowl away from his side before he responds. “you can’t keep missing dinner, levi. it’s not good for you. ah! i forgot to bring you water!”

levi waves his hands at you, his chest aching at how you were concerned for him. "MC, it’s okay, i have water here,” he assures you. “and uh… i won’t miss tomorrow. i promise.” 

you smile at him again, and levi wonders how you haven’t become tired of him yet. “i’m gonna bring this back to the kitchen. do you need anything?” the avatar of envy shakes his head in return. “alright then. before i go, i wanted to ask. can i come back here later tonight?”

“what for?” 

“i wanna hang out with you.” levi doesn’t know if his heart is in his throat or his stomach; he can only stare at you in disbelief at such a question. “i don’t hear a no, so i’ll be back later!” 

before long, you’ve disappeared from his room, leaving levi to debate all the reasons why you might want to return. you’re gone for longer than levi expected you to be, but he wishes you left him more time to mentally prepare himself. when you walk back into his room, pyjamas on and blanket draped around your shoulders, levi feels heat spreading across his face. 

“m-make yourself comfortable,” levi finally manages to say aloud. 

“already am,” you say nonchalantly, shuffling over to sit in front of his bathtub and pulling a book out from behind your back. “don’t mind me, just play what you were going to.”

the pounding in levi’s chest echoes all the way up to his head. his mind swims through reality, and he briefly thinks that he’s imagined a new world for himself. but the way you wrap your blanket tight around yourself and giggle at a line from your novel makes levi think otherwise. he can barely focus on the game at hand, and eventually gives up altogether. out of frustration, he rubs his hands against his face, sighing into them before swivelling his chair around to face you. “MC, you can sit in the tub. o-only if you want to! it just, might be better for your back there.” 

with a grin, you’re clambering over the side, sliding in to cushion yourself against his blankets. “maybe the bathtub isn’t so bad,” you giggle, burrowing yourself further in. “i like how it smells like the ocean here. it’s just like you.” 

“h-huh?!” the demon jumps out of his seat. “don’t just say stuff like that!” a part of him wants to kick you out; to reject everything you’ve done for him, and to forget the feeling that you always stirred in his stomach. and yet, he can’t bear to see you go. you’re laughing now, and it draws him closer to you. his feet carry him to his bathtub, and he stops just at the edge so that he can crouch down and lock eyes with you. 

you look directly at him, and levi wants to believe that there’s something other than friendship in your eyes. “sorry,” you say, rather non-apologetically. “you okay there?”

levi takes a breath for courage, then swallows the rest of his nerves. “MC, i…” he crosses his arms and leans them on the bathtub. “thank you.” 

“...for what?” 

“for- for taking care of me, and keeping me company. and also, for coming into my life.” the instant the words leave his mouth, levi feels both regret and relief flood into his veins, and he nearly crashes onto the floor. 

you act quicker, hauling him into the bathtub next to you. he stiffens against your touch, but relaxes immediately when you pull him on top of you. you lean back against the side of the tub, guiding levi’s head to fall onto your shoulder. all embarrassment forgotten, levi feels the tension leave his body. “i’d do anything for you, levi.” your breath on his ear tickles, and he shudders at the sensation. “you’re more calm than usual, you know. did you stay up all night again?” 

levi shrugs against you. “i don’t know how long i’ve been up for.”

“well, that explains it.” 

he feels you smile against the crown of his head, and levi doesn’t want this moment to end. “MC?” your humming vibrates through both your chest and his. “please don’t leave.”

levi sighs contentedly as your arms wind around his waist, hugging him flush against yourself. “not in a million years.”

a/n: there are so many mistakes in here and it's kinda #cringe but i feel free

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

prompt list here.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me levi fluff #obey me levi #obey me levi x you #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi x mc

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 16

welcome the the sixteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. home depot catalogue by @moonguilt

“No, really, he’d love to,” Lance said into the phone, just as Keith pressed the button for the kettle to start heating up.

Those words were enough to raise Keith’s suspicions just a tad. He shot Lance an inquisitive glance while opening the cabinet to retrieve his box of morning tea, but his husband was the picture of innocence, flipping casually through a Home Depot catalog they had received in the mail yesterday.

“Oh, definitely. If you need someone to paint your insides white, Keith’s your man.”

Keith dropped his box on the counter, tea bags spilling out onto the granite.

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Keith is having a normal, relaxing morning. Lance throws him a curveball.

this one made me LAUGH. out LOUD. it’s domestic and fluffy and FUNNY dear god, like it’s such a lance thing to do and such an objectively funny prank that i just!! literally just typing this makes the urge to reread it too great my hand has been forced.

2. kindling by @moonguilt

Lance struggles with his attraction to Keith during training, and it all comes to a head when Keith corners him afterwards to ask why he was off his game today.

Prompt from tumblr: Angry Kiss.

one of my fave vld tropes EVER is lance being whipped and then equally as furious that he’s attracted to keith at all. it’s endlessly funny to me. and then keith being the eyebrows raised, not surprised one??? gets me every time. also keith is a massive sweetheart in this fic and i love him

3. chocolate granola bars by @moonguilt

“A pillow fort sleepover!” Lance cried out, leaping up with such alacrity that Pidge had to grab her laptop to prevent it from sliding to the floor.

“No way, we're not—” Pidge stopped and blinked, exchanging a glance with Hunk, then looking back at Lance again. “... Oh.” She evidently had not been expecting such a tame suggestion. “Okay.”

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Or, Lance is bored out of his mind and decides to organize a sleepover with the squad. Nonsense ensues, and Lance works through some confusing emotions—particularly those involving a certain mullet-haired team leader.

okay there are too many good things about this fic i cannot choose which to highlight, and so i will mention them all. ahem: a) lance is a ray of sunshine who regularly uses his power of cuteness to his advantage, b) adorable team bonding, c) shiro is a dorky nerd, d) HEALTHY LANCE AND ALLURA COMMUNICATION, e) krolia and romelle have actual characters, f) lance has allergies which isn’t rly important but he gives me a vibe that he’s allergic to several things and it’s very validating to see it in fic, g) lance validation and feeling expression for the piece of shit game show episode, h) observant lance!! and i) literally the most painful and necessary and well-written klance fight i’ve read in a while! hurt badly but was resolved wonderfully 10/10

4. Terminal Velocity by @speakswords [GORE WARNING]

The only fate worse than being tortured to death is watching, helpless, while the person you love most takes your place.

this is one of my fave vld fics of all time. although fair warning it is very violent for a good chunk of time. the story is EXCELLENT, the entire thing will have u biting ur nails in terrified anticipation and i mean that literally. whole time i was gagged. at the edge of my seat. AND i have several specific lines screenshotted bc the pure fucking devotion and care knocked me out of the water

5. you and me are cosmic dust by Yuu_chi

Knowing that your team loves and trust you no matter what and believing it are two very different things.

i LOVE keith angst. i know this fandom is very langst heavy and honestly i am too but sometimes keith angst is so so good. and this fic is one of them!! excellent read and features observant lance as well. OH and there’s a little sprinkling of suave keith in here too lol

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!    

#okay i know this one is like almost all one author again and theres a REASON for that okay #if i read a good fic the first thing i do after reading is scroll thru the authors work #so a lot of times my collections will have lots of bookmarks from one authors in a big chunk bc thats the order i read them in #anyway #vld #voltron #fic rec #fic rec friday #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #langst #klangst #keith angst #klance #observant lance #bamf lance #lance & allura #team as family

[v3nusxsky]

Hey :) I really like your work and was wondering if it's possible for you to write a fic with Lady Lesso and an adult female reader like the reader would be more than 25... They would be a couple or even married and there is a party and the reader gets drunk and Lesso wants to take care of her and take her home but reader says that she is taken and cannot go with her cause her partner is the love of her life and she would kill both of them. And the next day Lesso says to the reader that she's proud of her for being faithful even if under alcohol and she has an award for the reader for that 😏 thank you 💋

Faithful18+

*Authors note~ I love this idea and it shows a clear message. Alcohol isn't a reason for cheating*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink mentions of cheating drunk r oral magical strap

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^^

Since the merger of the schools professor nights were a monthly thing. And being the wife of the Dean for Evil meant the word "no" wasn't something anyone was brave enough to tell you. So it wasn't surprising when you were two sheets to the wind tonight. Really, you had the toughest week and wanted to let lose, Leonora kept an eye on you from the sidelines. People were still something she tried to avoid but watching you have fun was worth it.

You were swaying drunkenly to the song "Heaven and back" by Chase Atlantic which just so happened to be one of your favourites. The alcohol clearly affecting you but the way you were dancing and stumbling about. Soon as the song ended Leonora was up and behind you, hands on your hips as your back hit her front, "leeriooooo" you slurred happily. "Hi sweetheart, shall we go now?" She murmured to you kissing your neck slightly before you nodded and stumbled to the door with Leonora hot on your heals.

You somehow managed to stumble your way back to the shared chambers of you and your wife. Just as you got through the door way your heal snapped causing you to collapse on the floor giggling at yourself for falling. Leonora came to help you up and undress only for you to slap her hands and get all teary, "no no no don't touch not yours. Wife kick ya ass" you slurred trying to get away from her. "Shh shhh sweetheart it's me it's Leo it's okay. I'm just gonna take your dress off and your make up and get you to bed okay?" She murmured as your hands came to feel around her face. Clearly that was enough to satisfy your need to know it was truly her as you allowed her to help you into bed. Where you both fell asleep.

The sun peaked through the curtains which stirred your wife. You'd be sober now, she knew that and the memories of how you pushed her away last night in order to stay faithful so of course you deserved a special treat. Slipping between the sheets Leonora settled between your thighs. Kisses placed all over the pale inners of your thigh before her kisses moved up to your clothed core. A sweet kiss placed to your bundle of nerves before she removed your underwear with ease. All you did was murmur sleepily so Leonora knew she was safe to continue as she slowly began to lap at your folds.

You were mumbling and moaning in your sleep as you slowly came back round from sleep. "Leo?" You sleepily hummed before a moan tumbled from your lips at the feeling of her sucking on your clit. "Mommy oh god!" You mewled before she pulled away from your core.

"Good morning my love" she murmured as your slick glistened on her chin thanks to the sunlight peaking into the room. "Mmm mommy what?" You mumbled before pulling her down to kiss you. Only when air became a necessary thing did you both pull away, "thought my faithful girl deserved a reward." She murmured before using her magic to create a magical strap that now stood to attention."oh mommy fuck me" you whimpered watching as she stroked herself while moaning at the feel. "Magical strap so mommy can feel how your pretty pussy will squeeze mommy big cock."

"Mommy, can I" you mewled eyeing up the strap, "go ahead love"she murmured shifting so you could get on your knees to wrap your lips around her cock. "Oh fuck my sweetheart, so good, so good for mommy" she whimpered as you began to suck her off, swirling your tongue around the tip. "Mommys gonna cum sweet girl, swallow it all darling" she demanded as you gagged around her pulsating shaft. Her white hot cum shooting down your throat. And like the good girl you were for your mommy you didn't waste a drop.

You released her with a leeward plop sound, pupils blown wide with desire. "Mommy?" You whimpered hoping she'd take pity on you. After all this was supposed to be a reward for being such a faithful girl. "Want mommy to slip inside you?" She teased as she pushed you to lay flat on your back teasing the tip of her dick against your drenched cunt.

A strangled whine of pleasure left your throat as she pushed into your tight hole, "mommy fuck big too bigs" you whimpered feeling the sting of pain. "Good girl, you're so good for mommy, such a pretty faithful princess for your mommy" she praised you, "taking me so well love." Only when you were bucking your hips to hers so you could get more did she pull out to bottom you out effortlessly, the slick making it easy for her to slip in and out.

"Oh fuck please please please" you whined as you climbed your way to pleasure. "You feel so good princess, squeezing me so well" she murmured as her thrusts began to speed up. "Fuck fuck so big mommy can feel it in my cervix fuck can feel you throbbing" you mewled happily, " gonna cum mommy can  " you whimpered as she gave you the permission to cum on her cock. Leonora following suit as she came inside of you. "That's my present for my faithful girl, I love you sweetheart so so much" she panted as she slowed her thrusts helping you feel every little aftershock of your release. "What do we say princess?"

You managed to gasp, "thank you mommy" before she slipped from your core watching her cum mixed with yours as it spilled out of your twitching hole. With her magic she cleaned you up before coming to hold you to her chest, "rest" was all she offered as her hands threaded through your hair.

Word count~ 1141

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #lesso smutt #lesso x reader smut #dean of evil #anon requested

[sitp-recs]

LCDrarry 2023 - Sitp Recs

I’m a thousand years late to the LCDrarry party as usual, but I’ve had some time to check it out over the weekend and thought I’d do a rec list anyway. Here are my favourites among fic and art works, definitely recommend checking the whole collection here. I hope you enjoy these as much as I did!

Fic:

🗺️ The Breakfast Club by @peachpety (T, 8k)

Draco Malfoy is forced to endure a Saturday detention with four other students, including the Golden Bad Boy himself, Harry Potter. Over the course of the day, and under the watchful eye of Filch, the seemingly disparate group form a budding alliance and discovers that they have a great deal more in common than they thought. And Draco discovers that sometimes, he can not only get what he needs, but he just might also get what he wants.

🪟 Peep Show by @kbrick (E, 10k)

To everyone’s surprise, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have become maybe-possibly-sort-of friends. When Harry moves into the building next to Draco's, they become neighbors, too. Actually, Harry can see directly into Draco's flat from his window. And as it turns out, Draco gets up to some interesting things at night.

💎 A Boesky, A Jim Brown, and the biggest Leon Spinks ever by tsundanire (T, 12k)

Harry and his group of friends formulate a rather ambitious plan to re-acquire a rare diamond from the clutches of an old enemy—Theo Nott. Along the way, he's hoping to catch the attention of his ex—Draco Malfoy—who is now dating Theo.

💍 This Life Now by @nerdherderette and S3anchaidh (M, 38k)

This close up, Draco can see the differences that have occurred over the years. Harry's hair is longer, although it's as unruly as ever; his forearms are well-muscled and decorated with ink; and there are small lines by his eyes that look like they would crinkle if he were smiling. Which, at this moment, he most definitely is not. He looks like he's worn the same clothes for three days and just rolled out of bed, yet Harry's so unfairly gorgeous it makes Draco's heart ache. "What do you want, Draco?" Harry asks, his voice resigned. The question snaps Draco out of his reverie. "A divorce," he proclaims as he opens his bag.

🔍 Double Trouble by @multiverse-of-fanfic (E, 57k)

Four years after the War, Draco is stuck in a dead-end job, paper-pushing his life away. Until one day, after a security breach in the Ministry, he receives an offer he can’t refuse. Thrown back into a world he thought he’d left behind, Draco must wrestle with his Death Eater past as well as his inconvenient — and forbidden — feelings for an annoyingly level-headed Harry Potter. Will he manage to come out unscathed like he has most of his life, or will it all come crashing down?

Art:

🐍 Before daybreak by @pato-roldnart (T)

Harry as the master of Dreams helps his little nightmare clear up his concerns about his role in the dreaming. Draco does not have much of a choice in the matter.

💋 History Maker by @okay-sky (G)

He's done it! Harry Potter has caught the snitch, winning the League Cup for the Pride of Portree for the first time in three hundred years! And—what's this? Potter's personal trainer, Draco Malfoy, is running out onto the pitch! And he's—! My goodness, did he just kiss Potter?!

⚔️ no daylight by @personaje-fics (G) - for my prompt!!!

After Draco loses his leg saving a crewmate, Harry teaches him how to fight. He's teaching him how to defeat him, too.

💄 Pretty by @melcarrianna (M)

It’s Pretty Woman, but Drarry.

🌙 When I Close My Eyes by @fantalfart (G)

"Because I like who I am chasing him."

#lcdrarry 2023 #Sitp recs