#sitting with like. match made in heaven and in the arms of an angel but he's got light motifs

[starshine-selfships]

YOURE ALSO SHIPPING WITH AN ANGEL NAMED GABRIEL!?? TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

GOD GOD YES!! Also fun fact I lowkey knew you specifically would see those tags and got excited to see if you would say anything hfjgrgj

Here's the guy of the hour, the week, the YEAR

(The art with the oranges is my own lmao)

I got the game he's from as a gift for Christmas from a friend who really likes it (and I was like yeah!! I wanna play the game too!!) so everything I'm saying has a grand total of a month and a half behind it, and I feel like the short time duration is important to highlight the insanity here kdjffk

ALRIGHT SO spoilers for the entirety of ultra.kill as a game bc he's integral to the overall plot, but some background before Gabby, the game is centered around a robot (controlled by the player) descending down through 9 layers of hell a la dante's inferno style, bc this particular machine is blood powered and mankind has been completely wiped out (partially by war, partially by something that hasn't been made 100% clear yet), so you're just going around slaughtering everything in sight, with the chunkiest graphics known to man along the way.

Gabe's role here is to step in and try to stop you bc you're basically a walking abomination to all that is holy, Gabe is the angel that sends people to hell and is also the one chosen to carry out the will of god so he's also done a lot of killing to do that; he loses to the machine, gets so mad he curses at you (calls you an insignificant fuck) and then leaves, but we see a little behind the scenes, where we learn he's never lost a fight like this and the rest of the angels call it heresy; they sever his connection with divinity and tell him he has 24 hours to fix everything or he'll die. So naturally, next fight he's pissed as hell, and starts out MAD, yelling and threatening, but as it goes on, he starts having fun and laughing and taunting, and when he loses again, he says he feels relieved and needs time to think. He starts introspecting and starts questioning everything he's been told after he realizes he wasn't feeling hatred, but a sort of passion in the challenge of the fights. He starts asking himself if the angels he followed were actually in the right, and ends up killing them all, accepting that he's going to die but that he'll die not only having been freed from the constraints placed on him, but also having freed heaven itself from the angels that basically held it hostage with their power.

He's also as close to trans as you can get without explicitly calling him such! The devs discussed angels and pronouns in a recent stream and said they wanted angels to have no pronouns if possible, but then realized that they needed to gender Gabe when another character wrote a diary entry about him, so they settled on pronouns as a mark of angel status, which means that he didn't originally use he/him, but picked it up later and continued to use it no matter what; the other angels called him "it" after the took his divinity, but the overall narration still uses masculine pronouns for him, so it comes with the implication that he's still exactly who he knows he is, no matter what is said about him, which. as a trans man. good lord fhsjg the trauma of his arc hits very close to home for me and that was part of what propelled him into the spot he has on this blog.

The other thing that got him here was. and there really isn't any other way to say it. This man turned everyone into rabid animals, I have never seen so many people look at a character and desire him so violently, everyone wants to do unspeakable things to this man and it is so funny hdsjgks his VA will also voice pretty much anything in-character as well, so there's a lot of unhinged bullshit that makes for an absolutely incredible image of this man. He's a little uptight at first and throws a fit when things don't go his way, he seems like the exact kind of man that would be kind of silly, this man would struggle to peel an orange, throw it at a wall, and then later hang his head in his hands about it. This man would be able to speak multiple languages but would somehow mispronounce every single word as he goes. He's an astounding character and he's also kind of pathetic and something about all these factors just. lobotomized me. There is a gay little angel where part of my brain should be and I've just accepted it. I had a gay dream about him one single week after I saw him in game, the grip he has on me is UNREAL and I've fully accepted it.

He gives the very fun aspect of "is not human and has no idea what humans need or how they act", which makes him utterly hilarious to me, I wanna see this man try to preheat the oven, he is trying so hard to cook something for me and he is burning it so badly, he does NOT know what a car is and is frankly too wary of it to even consider getting in it. People also arrived at the consensus that he's probably very tall, it's been confirmed that there are no canon heights in the game, but everyone has agreed that Gabby is at least 7 feet tall and it is the funniest thing on earth to me. Very large and somewhat confused angel who means the best trying very hard in his new environment. Oh my god wait when the developers had that stream I mentioned they also talked about Gabe for a bit in regards to his personality bc in-game he saved someone from being swept away in the river styx (now an ocean after an influx of souls), and they were so grateful they added a fully functional hologram of him onto their ship, saying the lines he'd said when he'd saved them, and the devs said that they'd wanted that to be a glimpse into what Gabriel is like when he's not immediately targeting you as an enemy or fighting, and the specific words they used were "he's kind and loving" and that short-circuited my brain immediately upon impact.

He is The Guy Ever, he's basically trans and 70% of the people who drew him gave him top surgery scars even before the devs talked about gender, he's got religious trauma and guilt, he's too tall and has probably never read a book outside of the bible, he giggles and whimpers, he is considered to be one of if not the most wifeable character in the entire game, he has an official body pillow, I want to put him in pretty little outfits, I want to hold his hand and take him to the beach, I want to pin him against a wall, he is. Such A Guy,, thank you so much for asking me about him he makes me feel so insane hsgjsdl

#fun fact! i typed this up on my laptop and then switched to my phone to add the pics #i uh. i like him 👉👈 this gave me an excuse to infodump about my favorite game ever so thank you!!! #this man would be so so afraid of accidentally hurting someone he cares about; he is so physically strong and it would kill him #he would however. be kind of smug about it. he is purposefully putting things out of reach so you have to call him over #the guy ever.. love this man... i am still fighting for a ship name bc i feel like i can do something so funny #sitting with like. match made in heaven and in the arms of an angel but he's got light motifs #he is literally called ''the light in my darkness'' by someone in game like. it's like there's gay and then there's whatever #this guy has going on #i am having such a major gayboy moment over him and allegedly the body pillow #(which is always out of stock mind you!!) might restock tomorrow and I'm like. it would be so funny to have it 😭 #he makes me feel unhinged and it's so much fun bc no one is normal about him #vs my bug boy that no one else cared about. the whiplash has been absolutely insane 😭 #i love my stupid giant angel he activates every single neuron in my brain simultaneously #okay okay i think. this should be everything. i could talk about him for so long 😭 #star speaks #asks #thank you so much again!!!!! 💖 #i am. not proofreading this kdjfkfk whatever i said is what's getting posted. stream of consciousness 😤

[holylulusworld]

Big grumpy bear - Christmas snippet

Summary: He’s grumpy. You are sweet. A match made in heaven.

Pairing: Alpha!Walter Marshall x OmegaReader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, grumpy alpha, tooth-rooting fluff, pregnant reader, overprotective alpha

Big grumpy bear masterlist

“What is this?“ Walter grumbles under his breath as he enters your office. There is a huge bouquet of roses on your desk. “Why are there roses on your desk? I got you a…” He inhales sharply as the poinsettia plant he gifted to you now stands on the windowsill. “Why did you move the plant I bought for you?”

“Uh-it needs bright daylight, alpha,” you giggle as he seems to be jealous of whoever gifted the roses to you. “You want it to survive, right?”

“Sure…sure,” he says but eyes the roses with darkened eyes. “Who gave you these?”

You’d love to tease your alpha and make him jealous but you show mercy and tell him the truth.

“Oh, these are for Susan, but she’s allergic and gave them to me,” you explain. “She didn’t want to throw them away.”

“Susan. Hmm…” Walter considers your answer. He watches you like he does with a perpetrator. Arms crossed over his wide chest, and with a grumpy expression, he watches you watching him. “That true – or did that douche not get the message last time?”

“Walter,” you purr his name as you slowly get up from your chair. His eyes immediately drop to your middle to watch you run your hand over your swollen belly, “I think everyone knows that you laid claim on me and that I love you.”

“Good,” he clears his throat. His shoulders relax and his features soften as he looks you up and down. “Your belly got bigger again.”

This time, you cross your arms over your chest, and huff. “He’s huge, like his daddy. What can I do? The baby always wants to eat. I’m hungry all the time.”

His eyes light up as you keep on talking about your baby. He hums and stuffs his hands in his pockets to search for the chocolate bar he got you on his way back to the office. 

“I’ve got something for you,” he says and offers the chocolate bar to you. “It’s your favorite with chocolate-nougat cream filling, omega. Only for you.”

“Walter,” you suppress a giggle. “How about we have lunch together first? I’ll eat it for dessert.”

“I got lunch for you too, angel,” he crouches down to cup your belly with his large hands. Walter presses his ear to your belly and closes his eyes. “It’s waiting for you at my office. You can sit on the couch and enjoy your food.”

“You think of everything, huh?” You run your fingers through his luscious locks. “My alpha takes good care of me and our pup.”

He hums happily and enjoys your attention. The last weeks were stressful, to say the least. Case after case kept him away from you and your shared home for longer than he liked.

“I’m an attentive grump.”

“No, you’re my sweet grumpy bear,” you softly say. “Big. Strong. Sweet. Cuddly.”

Walter laughs at the last one. “Cuddly?”

“Yeah. You love to cuddle me,” you point out. “You always wrap your arms around me and nuzzle your face in my neck.”

He grins and nuzzles your belly. “Let’s go to my office. The food is calling your name, and I guess little Walter is hungry too.”

“Another bite, for me,” Walter whispers in your ear. He holds a slice of apple in front of your mouth, waiting for you to eat it. “You need fresh fruits and vegetables. Doctor’s order.”

You giggle and open your mouth. “For you.” You chew the apple while wiggling on Walter’s lap. He always wants you to sit on his lap to have you as close as possible. “Hmm, tastes great.”

“I told them that I need a few days off over Christmas,” Walter casually says. “I need to take care of my omega. We will have delicious food, and a lot of free time.”

“What about gifts?”

“We will have gifts too, Y/N,” he murmurs. “Lots of it.”

“I got something nice for you. I got it after my last ultra-sound. I swear it wasn't expensive.”

“A new sweater?”

“No. I won’t tell you, Walter. Not before Christmas morning!”

“Please tell me,” Walter whispers in your ear. “Omega, tell me…”

“Not a chance…”

“Walter, what are you up to?” You wonder why Walter wanted you to stand in front of the Christmas tree he bought and decorated. He didn’t allow you to lift a finger. “Alpha?”

“I-“ he clears his throat and snaps a few pictures with his phone. “Give me a moment to sort my thoughts.”

Walter walks toward you. He looks you all over, hums, and then he goes down on one knee.

“Angel, you are my sweet, annoying wonder. You just popped up in my life and never left.” He glances at his phone. “Wait…not…this sounded awful…crap.”

Your heart flutters with every word that leaves his lips. Walter stammers but tries to play it cool. “What I wanted to tell you is that you made me a better man, and I love you for it.”

“I love you too.”

“Wait, I’m not done,” he grunts as his knee hurts from kneeling so long. “I-I want more. You already wear my mark and carry my child. But I want you to wear one more thing.”

He gets a beautiful ring out of his pocket, hopefully looking up at you. 

“Walter,” you sniffle and clap one hand over your mouth.

“I want you to wear my name…”

“What if I want you to wear mine?” He chuckles, and you laugh. “Of course, I want to wear your ring and your name.”

He exhales deeply. “Thank fuck.” 

“Same, baby,” you offer your hand to let Walter put the ring on your finger. “I love it.”

Walter slowly gets up to cup your face and kiss you softly. “So, what is my gift? The one you were talking about the whole time.”

“I got it right here, Walter,” you grab his hand to place it on your belly. “Say hi to your baby boy and your baby girl.”

Tags in reblog.

#walter marshall #alpha!walter marshall #a/b/o #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall x you #Alpha!Walter Marshall x OmegaReader #Big grumpy bear #alpha!Walter Marshall x reader #tw: pregnancy

[ilycove]

Quest likes to think he met you where the soul had met the bone, where your smiles and touches made his heart ache. His arms envelop you, calloused finger tips drawing sleepy circles into your waist. He sits and breathes you in, breathes you out.

Compared to him, you're little in his arms, really. You lay there with your head resting on one arm, and connecting little freckles of his like you're creating constellations with the other. The two of you just sit in serenity, not wanting to break the silence and tenderness that floats in the air quite yet. Part of you doesn't want to leave because, well you're comfortable, but if you'd turn around you would meet his pretty blue eyes that are like an ocean that threatened to swallow you whole. Or, willingly, you’d drown. And you weren't so sure if you’d want to be saved. 

Quest dips down to kiss the nape of your neck, relishing in the soft chuckles you make as you tighten your grip on his forearm. He doesn't budge a bit, and decides to bite softly as to not hurt you but to raise a few gasps out of you. His smirk grows when you glare playfully at him over your shoulder, and you can practically feel your faux melting at the sight of his face. 

You're drowning.

And you really, really don't want to be saved.

He presses a firm kiss on your jaw, waking you up further. As you sit up, he inches his one arm to your face again to bring you closer to him. He places gentle kisses on your cheekbones, the bridge of your nose, the corner of your mouth, wherever he can reach. He hums against your skin, "Good morning."

Quest's lips find your neck once more, becoming more firm as they travel down to your collarbones. You gently run your hands through his hair, bringing him out of his sleep driven trance. "G'morning. It's way too early for this."

You yawn almost instantly after saying that making Quest's smile grow wider. Sarcasm drips from his voice as he kisses your cheek again, and again, and again. "Oh wow, I'm hurt," he gives you a playful pout to counter your rolling eyes. "Really, I just wanted to show you how much I adore my angel. Is that so wrong?"

He brings a hand of yours up to his lips and matches his smile with your own. Neither of you mention how his voice dipped a bit when he called you yours. Neither of you minded it. If it were up to you, you'd adore it all the more if he'd just call you that forevermore. Hearing him say "angel" was like he reinvented the word and gave it a new meaning, like it was his initial around your neck. As much as it was yours, it was his. Forget your name, you just wanted him.

You met his eyes again – sinking and drowning and dying – and you give him a little kiss on his lips. Then another one. Then you two are one. Like a set of gloves, you just go together, you're meant to be.

You pull away with a whine, doe eyes looking into ones of a Greek God. "I have to get ready for work."

"No you don't. Just call in sick."

You squint at him but there's no malice behind your stare. A smile refuses to leave your bruised lips. "I've done that one too many times for you, they're gonna start getting suspicious."

"Then fake it. Pretend you have a sore throat. Just stay with me a little while longer." Another kiss is pressed to your knuckles and you're dead. You've drowned in him completely. And you're totally okay with that.

"How can I just pretend to have a sore throat?"

A toothy smile graces his features, painted with mischief and cheekiness, sculpted from the finest hands. "I know a way or two."

Quest laughs when you slap his chest and he laughs a little harder when he hears your laughter, too.

He means it when he calls you angel. He hears God themselves whispering behind your voice like background vocals in a song when you speak and he sees the gates of Heaven when you smile. In the so called ugliness of your tears he sees himself and that itself makes him yearn for you all the more. He pulls you closer to his chest, his heart in sync with yours. 

He knows he isn't a good person, but if he gets to stay here with you for just a second longer then he knows he did one thing right. You had become his home, a sacred oasis. If he was told he would die tomorrow, he'd be more than fine spending the time atoning for his sins in your arms.

Quest kisses your neck again. His lips travel, traced with electricity. He finds your  pulse point and lingers, kissing it softly. He attempts to kiss once more, but it's more smile than pursed lips when he hears your laughter again.

The ocean is not a home for angels. It's inhospitable, dark and unforgiving. But as long as you swear yourself to the tides and mutter its praises, it will hold onto you.

#(⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝) – writing ! #quest x reader #quest imagines #quest scenarios #blooming panic quest #blooming panic quest x reader #bloomic #bloomic x reader #blooming panic x reader #bp quest #bp quest x reader #quest fanfic #bp fanfic #blooming panic fanfic #bp fluff #blooming panic fluff #quest fluff

[mebemilena]

We'll make Heaven a place on Earth

A/N: i can't watch Euphoria because it gets me stressed. I got to learn about cassie and i think she deserves some loving. let's writte fluff. Also i only write for cassie howard because sydney sweeney is an adult herself.

tittle from Heaven Is a Place on Earth, by Belinda Carlisle

Artist female reader but i guess i didn't use pronouns.

warnings: mentions of sex and nudity

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Summary: you're an artist, you paint angels. Cassie asks you to paint her. Naked.

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The morning sun could barely shine behind the heavy clouds, the chance of a storm hitting the city again. Cassie woke up to an empty bed and frowned. She walked around your apartment, knowing exactly where to find you, and entered the small studio, a smile already growing on her face. 

"What are you up to?", she approached you, placing herself behind you and her arms around your shoulders.

You hummed at her warmth, putting your paintbrush in the cup with dirty water you've used all morning. "Just another piece.", you said, your hand resting on her forearm.

Cassie stared at your painting, a cloudy sky with a few cupids flying around. Her eyes wandered through the angels you had made out of ink as she rested her chin on the top of your head, still standing behind you. "They don't have faces...?", she questioned.

You took a deep breath before speaking, trying not to stutter. "Well.. i was thinking i could, you know... borrow your features?", you asked, biting your lip and closing your eyes, bracing yourself for a negative answer.

Cassie didn't respond though. She moved so she could look at you and smiled, yet to give you an answer.

"I understand if you don't feel comfortable about it, i can ju-", you started but she kissed your lips before you could finish.

"I'd love to.', she nudged your nose with her own and kissed you again, her eyes holding a mischeave that could make Satan blush. "On one condition though.", she bit her lip, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I want you to paint me.", she pecked your lips.  "Full body.", she kissed you again. "Naked.", she whispered, licking your lips softly and sensually.

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The studio held a dim light, something you had prepared earlier. You had brought the chair from the living room, together with the baby blue fabric to cover Cassie's torso and part of her legs. She got to the room but didn't enter just yet, waiting by the door as she looked inside. You seemed more nervous than she ever would.

"You've painted lots of nude women, Y/N. I'm pretty sure you can paint one more.", Cassie mocked, giving you a playful smile.

You set your brushes and inks, bringing a new blank canvas closer. You watched Cassie undress nonchalantly, it wasn't her first time. She sits on the small sofa, waiting for your instructions.

"Can you lay a little? Your back to the arm of the chair. Put your arm above your head.", you instructed, holding the fabric, deciding how it would go on your model.

Cassie followed your instructions diligently, a straight face at your words. She recognized your professional tone when you were in work mode. It made her feel professional too, like this was something in between one of her fantasies and a possibility for her near future.   She had been your model before, for the painting classes you offered when you needed extra money. She had volunteered when your usual model had a problem and couldn't make it. "You're paying me to see me naked? Kinky", she joked at that time, hiding her nervousness.

"There is nothing sexual about nude painting, really. You're gonna get sore from keeping the same position and we are gonna struggle to find the right shades of ink to match the lights.", you had explained. In fact, the experience was much more professional than she had anticipated. She was sore, indeed. And the students applauded her by the end of the class, thanking her for the effort of being there like a statue, helping them study and learn. They looked at her with gratitude and respect, not like some horny teenagers watching a big boobies woman on a porn video.

Cassie smiled at the memory, lifting her head just enough to plant a small kiss to your cheek as you leaned down to adjust the fabric. You looked at her in awe, giggling when she winked at you.

The atmosphere was light and easy, the kind of atmosphere Cassie came to love while in college, peace becoming one of her favorite feelings. She did feel at peace when she met you, letting you learn about her and showing genuine interest in knowing you too. When you started dating, she'd remind herself that love is calm and gentle. Patient and kind. Like you.

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The baby blue fabric was mostly between Cassie's legs, creating some volume under her body, the color mimicking her eyes almost perfectly . Cassie had her breasts and collarbones on display though she laid with her back to the ceiling. The position would get tiring soon, one arm folded onto her middle and the other supporting her head. 

As you sketched Cassie, she'd try not to laugh. She remembered you saying there was nothing sexual about nude painting, but she found it extremely intimate to watch you paint her alone. She'd keep your expreions to her memory. The way you blush when you look directly into her eyes, the way you lick your lips when they get too dry. 

"Stop moving.", you warned with a smile, your eyes not leaving the canvas.

Cassie's smile grew. "I feel like we're on Titanic. We should have gotten some jewelry.", she suggested.

You were finishing the sketch when she cleared her throat, watching as your eyes left the canvas and stopped at her again, curious.

Cassie got up from the chair, bringing the fabric with her, letting it  fall at her feet on the floor, revealing every little detail of her nudeness. She said no word, just stared at you, slowly walking in your direction, captivating your eyes with her own as if hypnotizing you. 

A serpent. A goddess. A woman.

Cassie.

Her firm steps took her to you and she gently took the charcoal from your hand, bringing your dirty finger to her lips, kissing them.

Cassie made you get up from your chair, pulling you  by your shirt, walking back to her previous spot by the chair and the fabric on the floor. She sits, bringing you down with her, her lips hovering above yours.

"Make love to me.", she demanded, eyes clouded with desire. "Here, now. With your angels watching us and blushing for all the noises we'll make.", she kissed your neck, biting softly on your skin. 

It would have sounded like she was teasing you, but Cassie looked very serious.

And you'd burn this building down before denying her every wish.

#cassie howard #sydney sweeney #cassie howard x reader #cassie howard x you #euphoria x you #hbo euphoria #can someone please protect cassie howard thank you

[lostinwildflowers]

YO (idk if I can do two together like this but) number 17 from the gestures prompt matches SO WELL with the first line from the dialogue list ("Hold on, let me fix this for you." ) LIKE OMG. IMAGINE THAT WITH HAWKS. IM DEAD ALREADY.

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Keigo "Hawks" Takami x Reader

Summary: A dressed up night is unusual for you and Hawks, yet all you want to do is go home and relax together.

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Suggestive themes but nothing NSFW, Hawks being a flirty shit, fluff<3

A/N: Just for my special Nem Nem! I've actually been on an MHA kick so this works in my favor. Enjoy some ~shmexy~ Hawks! -Birch<3

Prompts used:

1. "Hold on, let me fix this for you."

17. Standing still as your lover rubs smudged lipstick/lipstick stains off of your skin, catching them off guard by pressing a kiss against their fingertip.

Waiters and waitresses rushed by your table, platters of fine wines and cheese charcuterie boards bustling past. For one of the fanciest and highest-rated restaurants in Japan, you somehow felt uncomfortable.

Your husband, Keigo, sat across from you at your premier seating arrangement. Your view was gorgeous, you couldn't deny it.

It was a red brick rooftop overlooking the city below, with the sun setting across the skyscrapers, painting them in soft shades of lavender and baby blue just as the sun was sinking.

The city below you was alive, it was Friday night after all. Horns honked on the roadways below, everyone rushing around to meet up with friends or get home to watch the newest episode of their favorite show.

The best view was the one sitting across from you- Keigo. Leaning back in his chair, he seemed completely unbothered by the looks the two of you were getting.

It wasn't hard to see why he was the best sight around. His blonde curls were soft and smoothed out of his face, just a stray curl falling out of place to lay on his forehead.

His hair was longer than usual, but you didn't seem to mind. You preferred to run your fingers through the feathery pieces when they were longer, as it gave you a way to draw him close to you.

Keigo's skin was clear and ever so slightly dewy from the heat of the night, the bastard. Paired with his golden gaze and dark, thick lashes, he was glowing.

The part that seemed to have you bewitched was the white button-down covering his torso. It was a plain, white dress shirt, yes, but Keigo made it look like it should have been on a runway.

The sleeves were rolled up neatly to his elbows, showing off his strong and thick forearms. To fancy up his outfit, he even wore his newest watch, the silver glinting with the rays of the sun.

As if that wasn't enough, a few bands of silver covered his fingers, the rings enhancing the length and thickness of the digits, which you had to keep steering your mind away from.

Keigo seemed to be on a roll trying to distract you because in addition to his arms and hands looking inviting, the top two buttons were undone around his collar. His defined clavicle poked through, the necklace with your initial hanging around his neck making your heart flutter every time you looked at it.

To top it all off, well-fitting black slacks and dress shoes pulled the whole look together. And he had the audacity to sit across from you and not even realize he was a heaven-sent angel.

"Hey love," his voice rips you out of your trance, "I'm thinking I either want the grilled chicken salad or the pork shogayaki. What do you think?"

His eyes flash up to meet yours innocently, his golden gaze genuine as he gauged your reaction. He gets distracted looking at you though.

There you are, looking shy and uncomfortable, yet breathtakingly beautiful. Your hair was pinned up on your head, leaving your neck accessible to the air to stay cool.

Small bits and pieces of jewelry donned your ears, wrists, and neck, but nothing too flashy. Even though Keigo promised to take you to the fanciest place in Japan, you didn't feel like standing out.

A black dress was your first choice, the cut tight around your waist but flowed out around your hips, the fabric perfect for getting twirled around the dance floor.

Keigo's favorite part about your look? The deep burgundy lipstick that glimmered almost too much on your lips. They just looked so kissable, so bite-able, that he was completely distracted from ordering.

You look back at your husband, giving him an uncertain smile before mumbling, "Oh, that all sounds lovely, but..." You trail off as another set of waiters hustle by, and you scooch toward Keigo to avoid them.

His hand immediately comes up to rest on the back of your chair, his gaze following the wait staff to ensure none of them touched you by accident.

When the coast is clear and he turns back to you, your face still holds a hint of nervousness. He smiles at you softly and asks, "Spit it out, love."

You close your eyes and huff before picking up his golden gaze and murmuring, "I kind of just want to go home."

Before he can say anything, you wave your hands in front of you and protest, "And it's not because dinner isn't going to be good or I don't enjoy the view, or that I don't appreciate you bringing me to this really fancy-" "Y/n/n," he cuts you off.

He gives you a wide and cheeky grin as he replies, "Doll, I was waiting to see how long it took you to break." Your mouth falls open in shock as you playfully swat at him, but he chuckles and catches your failed attempt.

Instead, he clasps your wrist and hauls you to your feet, walking you around the tables to the edge of the restaurant. His wings poof out behind him, and he releases your hand to step up onto the edge of the roof.

Then, Keigo turns around to face you, well aware of the gazes of everyone around you glued to his spectacle. He grins wickedly before offering you his hand and stating, "My lady?"

You roll your eyes as you take his hand, and just like that, you are whisked off into the sunset. You can't help the laugh that falls from your lips as he wraps his arms around you, the wind tugging at your clothes and hair.

Keigo tries flying as smoothly as he can to get you home comfortably, but he also enjoys the time he can have you wrapped up in his arms without a care in the world.

The second you land on your specialized balcony after your short flight, he sets you down gently, wrapping his arms around your waist. Keigo gazes down at you softly and whispers, "I don't care if we go out to the fanciest place to eat or stay in and order KFC. I just want to see you smile and be happy."

Your hands come up to play with the hair at the base of his neck as you whisper back, "I am happy." He smiles at you gently, leaning in to kiss you before he freezes.

His sharp gaze manages to see a smudge of lipstick at the edge of your bottom lip. Must have bumped something on the flight home.

You pout as he pulls away from you, and it takes everything in him to not lean down and smash his lips against yours at the plushness of your lips. Keigo just chuckles and says, "Hold on baby, let me fix this for you."

Your body stills as one of his hands comes up to cup your cheek gently, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip to clear off the small red stain. Just before he can completely pull his hand away, you ever so slightly lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his finger, painting it red.

You can feel his body pause against yours, and you giggle at the red suddenly dusting Keigo's cheeks. "Good to know I still have that effect on you after all these years," you joke, tightening your grip on his hair.

"Oh love, you have that effect on me every day. And in this dress?" He whistles at the end of his sentence, his gaze flickering up and down to take in your appearance. Keigo's words are flirty, yes, but his eyes are full of love as he leans into you, gently nuzzling your nose against his own.

"Keigo Takami, are you just trying to get in my pants?"

"Y/n Takami, are you always this enchanting?"

"C'mon bird brain, show me how you'd like to clean up this lipstick."

"I can think of a few different positions~"

#keigo takami x reader #keigo takami #takami keigo x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo headcanons #bnha keigo takami #keigo takami x y/n #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #takami keigo x you #takami keigo x y/n #songbird #baby bird #wings #fierce wings #winged hero hawks #number 2 hero #feathers #hawk #hawks #bird

[hazbmymhotel]

I forgot to post chapter 12 here! So here's the text!!

I made references to my wife's fanfic throughout:

Chapter 12) Making plans

“You can't be mad at ME for your bad choices, Angel!” Vaggie crossed her arms and glared at him.

 

Both Angel and Husk were damp from bathing and in comfortable clothes. Angel had wrapped himself in a plush, soft robe, but that didn't help him feel any better.

 

Angel looked at her flatly. “I absolutely can be mad at you, Vagina. You said he had to be sleepin’ to deal with whatever was happenin’ to him.”

 

“And why isn't Husk pissed off at me?” Vaggie asked, rolling her one eye.

 

Husk sat in Angel's lap, having only been wrangled into an oversized T-shirt. He swatted at the crochet in Angel's hands.

 

“He's very high.” Angel sighed, “Cherri might’ve dosed him a little too much.”

 

Vaggie rubbed her forehead. She stood from her chair and looked down at them on the couch. “Let me make this clear, hallucinogens will also make a connection.”

 

“You could’ve made it clear this mornin’.”

 

“You both fucking ran off after you stole three souls!!”

 

“I made hot chocolate!!” Roberto announced excitedly, bursting into the room from the kitchen with a tray.

 

“Yesss,” Husk said, sitting up between Angel’s legs.

 

“I'm good,” Angel held his hand up, so Husk grabbed two. “Babe.” He took one of the mugs and set it on the coffee table. “Okay, fine, you're right, Vaggie,” he rolled his eyes. “So what do we do to fix it? Husker can't stay awake forever.”

 

“It's not like sinners need sleep,” Vaggie scowled…but she did accept a hot chocolate.

 

“Anchor and Giovanni are making cookies!” Roberto matched Charlie’s excitement, clearly thriving in the hotel already.

 

Angel puffed out a breath. “Good. Glad. See, Vaggie, I made a good decision today…so tell me what we do about the fuckin’ labyrinths issue.”

 

Vaggie sat back down.

 

“Vaggie? This is where you speak,” Angel told her.

 

“Well…the labyrinths are just a few levels of the backrooms…” Vaggie sipped slowly.

 

Angel frowned. “You have no fuckin’ clue.”

 

“Eugh!” Vaggie groaned at him. “I have no fucking clue! They've been a problem for Heaven for longer than I've been around.”

 

“So even Heaven doesn't know?!” Angel groaned and crocheted faster, aggressively. “Why is it targeting’ Husk and nobody else?!”

 

Vaggie considered for a moment. She looked at Roberto. “When Arackniss attacks a body, does it regenerate?”

 

“When he unravels somebody?” Roberto asked. “No. Usually all of them disappear into the air…they don't come back.”

 

“Husk was supposed to die,” Vaggie concluded.

 

“He's already dead. ” Angel ignored his phone as Cherri started blowing it up with texts. Husk turned and started pawing at it from under his leg. Angel grabbed the other mug of hot chocolate from him, placing it next to the first.

 

“He was supposed to die like he was exterminated,” Vaggie clarified. “There's a possibility that those souls go to purgatory.”

 

“And that those souls ,” Alastor said as he walked into the room, “are being devoured and cannibalized!!” He stumbled slightly.

 

“Are you fucking high?!” Vaggie demanded as he stood next to her chair.

 

“Mmmmno,” Alastor wiped his lips free of golden liquid.

 

“Whatever you and Lucifer are doing is fucked , Alastor! You're going to end up as fucked over as Husk!” Vaggie snarled.

 

Husk looked up with a mmmrow.

 

“Fuck off, Vagina!” Angel shouted. “He's not fucked over! We just have to figure out a fuckin’ solution!”

 

“I doubt consumption of angelic flesh will send me to purgatory,” Alastor told her. “Though, I could test it if you'd allow me a bite!” He didn't react as she shoved her spear into his face.

 

“Shove it! Don't talk unless you have a solution!”

 

“Why not arm yourself, Husker?” Alastor asked.

 

Husker looked at his arms, then crawled back into his place against Angel’s stomach. He yawned. Angel gave him a firm shake.

 

“Hey!!” Husk’s fur puffed out.

 

“Husk…can you take anythin’ with you into the labyrinths?”

 

“I keep losing my cane,” Husk grumbled and sat up, looking at Angel with betrayal. He licked the fur down on his arm to calm it down.

 

Vaggie tried not to react. She would not view Husker as cute .

 

“Boss, you sure did pick a cute wife,” Roberto praised.

 

“ I’m the wife,” Angel said firmly. “Or we're both the husband.”

 

“Oh!” Roberto nodded. “Can I get anythin’ for you, boss?”

 

“Weapons that can go into dreams?”

 

“Mmmmmm,” Roberto hummed, unsure. “Okay…” he turned and left the room.

 

“Yeah, I'll never see him again,” Angel sucked his teeth.

 

Husk finished smoothing his arms down and crossed them. He looked down, startled again by his chest. He plucked.

 

“Husker, stop!” Angel grabbed his hands. “Come lie on me.”

 

“You won't let me sleep, Mommy,” Husk groaned.

 

Vaggie covered her mouth, “I'm not going to ask.”

 

Alastor looked bored. “Angel Dust…what did you do to Husker’s chest.”

 

“Oh!” Angel tugged Husk to him, in spite of his complaints. “I, uh…I think I sewed him up with a piece of my soul?”

 

“Excuse me?” Vaggie lowered her hand.

 

“Like this?” Angel gripped his own chest and tugged.

 

“Uhhh…air?” Vaggie scoffed.

 

Angel grabbed Husk's hand, using his claw to slice through the string.

 

“Oh!!!” Vaggie shouted, surprised as it became visible. “Angel!”

 

“It's how I took control of the new guys…” he wiggled the string, so Husk batted at it. “But I'm not rippin’ anythin’ open like Nickie did. Here, Kitten, a souvenir.” Angel wrapped the string around his neck like a ribbon. Husk purred noisily.

 

“Yes, it seems as though fate favors you, Angel Dust,” Alastor checked his nails. “By the way, wherever did you get that yarn you're using?”

 

“Found a couple of bundles layin’ around. I thought these colors looked good together.” Angel held the partially finished sweater against Husk. “Red and gold looks good on you, Babycakes.”

 

Alastor's eye twitched.

 

“Okay, Boss!” Roberto walked back into the room. “I think I got something!”

 

Angel jumped, forcing Husk to wake up again.

 

“Ugh,” the cat grumbled.

 

“You do??” Angel asked. “Lemme see.”

 

Roberto held out several loose herbs and small flowers from Charlie's garden.

 

“...Roberto, what the hell is this?” Angel sighed.

 

“Chamomile and lavender, sir,” Roberto was clearly proud of himself. “They stop nightmares.”

 

Angel opened his mouth to say something snarky, but Vaggie cut him off.

 

“That's actually not a bad idea,” she said.

 

Husk grabbed the throw blanket from the couch, wrapping it around his shoulders protectively. He nestled into the back of the couch, trying to snooze without Angel noticing. He hissed noisily when Angel tugged on his ear.

 

“Awake,” Angel told him. “What do I do with it?”

 

“You can make a tea, boss, or you can put it in your pillow. A bath with herbs could help,” Roberto rambled happily.

 

“You work with my Ma a lot, don't you?” Angel sniffed them. At least they smelled nice.

 

“Yes!”

 

“...We could try it,” Angel turned them in his fingers. He tied them together with an embroidery thread.

 

“Guess who made cooookies?” Charlie sang, walking into the room. She answered herself, “Our new gueeests!”

 

Giovanni looked bored, but Anchor seemed pleased with himself.

 

“I don't understand why we're here,” Giovanni complained. “Angel Dust, what the fuck, man. I thought we were cool.”

 

“I have no fuckin' clue who you are,” Angel said simply, giving Husker another shake.

 

Giovanni looked offended and hurt, “we've had sex.”

 

“Oh, me too,” Anchor said casually.

 

“You and half of Hell, shnookums. Now which one are you?”

 

“...Giovanni,” he said, deflated.

 

“Well, Giovanni, uh, good job on following orders. I guess I won't, uh, lash you or whatever it is my Dad does,” Angel reached for a cookie from the tray.

 

“He usually shoots our legs,” Anchor provided. He walked around the room with the tray.

 

“What an asshole. We don't normally do that here,” Vaggie said.

 

“We never do that here,” Charlie gasped.

 

Giovanni frowned. “What do you do with fuckers who get out of line?”

 

“We make them sit through a Charlie lecture,” Angel gestured his thumb at her. “I'd rather get shot.”

 

“That's not nice, Angel. It's not in the spirit of friendship!” Charlie moved to make a speech, but Angel held out his hand to stop her.

 

“See?” Angel asked. “It's the real torture. But you get a room for free, here.”

 

“And you do, too, if you work on the program,” Vaggie growled at Angel.

 

“I was busy dealin’ with the spooky ass Zipperman and saving Husker’s life.” Angel tucked the herbs into Husk’s makeshift collar.

 

Husk grunted and gnawed tiredly on a cookie.

 

“It's really fuckin’ scary, actually. I'd be scared of zippers, too, if it was tryin’ to eat me,” Angel tugged Husk back to his lap, squeezing him protectively.

 

“Just let me sleep,” Husk complained, “I'm coming down. ”

 

Vaggie rubbed her temples. “You saw it?”

 

“When it ripped Husk open…I'm guessin’ to cannibalize him?” Angel laid his head on Husk’s.

 

“Right you are,” said Alastor. “I wonder which part of Husk it would keep for its skin.”

 

Angel made a face. “Herbs and shit are gonna be a short term solution if anythin'...we need something that'll kill it.”

 

“If you could see it, maybe you could kill it,” Vaggie considered. “I'd recommend keeping an angelic weapon on you. Both of you. Even if Husk can't hallucinate with it, maybe we can figure out something.”

 

“I'll just tie it to his hand and tell him to start slashin’...speakin’ of. Husk. Husker!” Angel gave him a firm jostle, but the cat just groaned quietly, eyes closed.

 

Angel frowned, staring at him. “He's out cold.”

 

“It's as good a time as any to test out the herb theory,” Vaggie sighed.

 

Angel smoothed Husk’s ears back with gentle touches. “Yeah…can one of you get my knife?”

It was dark in the hotel. Hours had passed, and nothing had happened with Husk as of yet. The cat moved a few times in his sleep, finally settling into a loaf under his blanket, all of his limbs tucked beneath his torso.

 

Angel had his feet on the coffee table, one arm over the back of the couch, and another draped protectively on Husk. He munched popcorn, watching the television screen.

 

“Are you sure this is a good movie to have on?” Charlie asked, tucked into Vaggie on the other side of Husk. “What if a horror movie gives him nightmares.”

 

“If there aren't any zipper sounds, I bet he won't even notice,” Angel said. He grinned when Roberto brought him a soda. “Thanks, Robbie, you watchin’?”

 

“No thanks, Boss. I'm gonna hit the hay…it's like 3 in the morning,” Roberto gave a little wave. His wings fluttered softly, giving a tiny: Zzt! As he left.

 

Husk's ears twitched and he stretched his front paws out in front of him. He opened his eyes tiredly, trying to figure out what was happening in the film.

 

Angel shoved another mouthful of popcorn into his mouth, sucked into the movie.

 

“She shouldn't go in there,” Charlie whimpered, and Vaggie hugged her closer.

 

“What are we doing?!” Lucifer exclaimed, flicking on the lights.

 

Charlie and Angel Screamed. Vaggie grabbed her spear. Husk leapt up, fur poofed down to the end of his tail.

 

“DAD!” Charlie hung over the back of the couch, horns and hair fiery in her terror.

 

“Hey, pumpkin!” He strolled over to the couch. “Having a little ‘Voxflix and Chill' session with the gang?”

 

“Ohh, that's not what that means,” Angel held his chest, breathing hard. “Husk! You're up!”

 

Husk rubbed his head, “With a fucking headache.”

 

“Sorry, Kitten,” Angel smoothed the fur on his head down. “I'll get you a water, I bet you're dehydrated as fuck.” He stood with a stretch. He'd changed into pajamas hours ago.

 

Husk watched him walk away before turning to the girls. “When did we get home?”

 

“Wow, you were fucked up,” Vaggie said. “You guys got home sometime after lunch, but you've been asleep about 9 hours…any nightmares?”

 

“No.” Husk plucked the herbs from his collar…and then fingered the string around his neck. “Did I get a makeover?”

 

“Ssssort of,” Charlie winced. “How's your chest?”

 

Husk noticed it as she pointed it out. He was clearly startled. “Ffffine?” He gingerly touched the stitch. A vague memory flashed through his mind, making his wing fluff in fear, “it unzipped me.”

 

“Yeah, we're working on that,” Vaggie grabbed the remote to pause the movie.

 

“What's all this about?” Lucifer sat in Angel’s spot on the couch, grabbing the half thrown container of popcorn.

 

“Husk's been going to the Backrooms,” Charlie answered.

 

“Ohohoh, you're a real lover of horror!” Lucifer praised, “that's some scary shit, little man.”

 

Husk looked at him flatly. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead grunted when Angel lifted him from behind the couch. He wanted to complain, but he worked drinking a large glass of water instead.

 

“I'm guessin’ you've been, your Highness?” Angel asked, climbing to sit where he'd plucked Husk from.

 

“Of course! I'd never ever EVER recommend it!” Lucifer ate another handful. “‘Course, sometimes it can't be helped. Those rooms crave what they crave after all.”

 

“And what's that?” Vaggie asked, backing away from Angel’s elbows.

 

Lucifer grinned, “Souls, of course! Mortal, immortal, inbetweens…all that nonsense! Especially souls that aren't fully stationed, you know. All those poor, poor unbaptized and aborted babies…”

 

“Really?” Charlie asked worriedly.

 

“No, I'm kidding on that last part! Babies get put right back in the cycle like ‘Boop!’” Lucifer tapped Husk’s nose, yanking back fast as the cat snapped his teeth. “Careful, Fella! That's addictive, and I only have so much flesh to give right now.”

 

Husk huffed at him. “So how do I stay out of the Backrooms?”

 

“You start by never going in. Once it has a taste of you, the Backrooms will never stop! It was stupid of you to take a thrill trip there.”

 

Angel, Husk, and Vaggie all gave Lucifer a look.

 

“Dad,” Charlie started, “we need an actual solution, here.”

 

“Sorry, Char-Char, but I don't have one!” Lucifer beamed. “I'd say you just enjoy your afterlife to its fullest before you're completely consumed, Mr Meow Meow.”

 

“Husk, get your hands off my fuckin’ knife, you're not stabbin’ the King of Hell,” Angel scolded him. He set his hand on Husk’s chest, feeling his own soul holding the man together.

 

Husk flattened his ears, and it left Angel aching.

 

“Dad, can you just look into it for me? I bet you have some information,” Charlie pleaded.

 

“Well, I could give it a shot.” Lucifer set the popcorn down and stood, adjusting his suit jacket. “But only ‘cuz you asked, Princess.”

 

Husk wrinkled his nose as Lucifer leaned over him to squeeze at Charlie's cheeks. Angel was clearly unphased.

 

“Off to it!” The Devil disappeared in a plume of golden smoke.

 

Vaggie yawned. “Okay, well, that's enough excitement for me. Husk, keep the lavender and chamomile on you…Angel, get us if something happens.” She got up and helped Charlie to stand. “Time for bed, sweetie.”

 

“Okay…Goodnight guys. Be safe,” Charlie smiled warmly at them before leaving the room.

 

Husk and Angel sat quietly. After a moment, Husk seid, “So…Alastor and Lucifer are up to something .”

 

“What??” Angel asked in surprise. “Is this about the angel blood Alastor's been zonked out on? Cuz he's gettin’ sloppy with hidin' it.”

 

“Probably. I'm no longer privy to Alastor's chatter at all hours….but I can smell him all over Lucifer. I can't say why , but Alastor has made power plays before. I'm sure he's scrubbing himself down in a shower…or a vat of acid.”

 

“Yeah, I got the feelin’ he hates sex. Alastor's told me ‘no,’ after all.” Angel pet the fur on Husk’s cheeks as they gossiped.

 

“He does. But Lucifer's a powerful ally, even if he's insane,” Husk nuzzled into Angel’s palms. “I'm so fucked.”

 

Angel frowned, thinking of the mixtape. There were several songs left, and he was too scared to listen. “We'll figure it out…we will. ” He kissed between Husk’s eyes. “I never wanna be without you.”

 

“You hardly know me,” Husk set his hands over Angel’s. “You lived without me before.”

 

“And I don't want to again. Say you'll be with me til you're gone…”

 

Husk pulled a hand away, flicking his wrist to summon the golden scroll that held Anthony's soul. “I already did. ‘Til death do us part,’ remember?”

 

Angel kissed him, holding Husk as close as he could.

#novocaine fanfic #fanfic #til death do us part #huskerdust #mymart #angel is so fuckin tired #I'm so scared rn listening to mandela catalogue #uwu so scary #lilguyhusk #husk is just a lil guy #mommy angel #mommyangel

[violetscavern]

hello! :3

i wanted to request something for ghost x fem!reader where the reader lives in a cottage in the forest and has the cottagecore aesthetic and ghost is her boyfriend which of course ghost looks so intimidating😭 so you would guess a girl like the reader is dating someone like him (i also think he would look so out of place since he’s living in the cottage LMAO) so i was wondering if you could write just like a day in their life :3 (and maybe ghost stopping by to say hi and see how the readers doing while she’s managing her stand in the farmers market she goes to🥹) im just a sucker for domestic fics

i hope i made sense and i would love to see what you do with this! <33333

have an amazing day/night :)

Awee this is so adorable!!

Cottage Core Ghost x !fem reader

fluff

The first thing I hear in the morning is the light drum of rain against my window. I ruffle my white bedsheets as I sit up, rubbing my eyes sleepily as glancing out the window.

Its days like this where I’m glad i decided to move from the city . The bustle of the urban area is nice for some time being, but after a while it gets overwhelming (too many people and not enough room). I prefer to stay in quaint and secluded estates, thats why I made the decision to move to a cottage in the forest with my boyfriend Ghost.

Ghost and I are what you call an unlikely pair. The shock I see on most peoples faces when they witness us together is almost comical. He’s a 6 foot 2, 200 pound muscular guy with a major resting bitch face and I’m a smaller girl who wears floral dresses and works at a farmers market. Our aesthetics never really did match, but he seemed to like it that way.

My Ghost how I miss him. He’s always off on missions and business trips for at least 5 days at a time (maybe more) , so when I see him its a shock. His thing is not tell me when he’s coming back, and if my calculations are right it could be any day now.

I lay back in my bed and let my head go limp on my fluffy paper white pillow. My room is what i’d describe as tranquil - with plants hanging from the corners of the walls and lights illuminating my sheer pink curtains. I grasp the pillow next to me and cuddle it between my legs. ‘baby could you take any longer?’I think as I rest lazily in bed.

Thats when i hear it. A creak on the hardwood and a rustle at the door, accompanied by what sounds like a bad attempt at tip-toeing because he’s too damn big. It’s definitely him.

I spring up out of the bed and rush out of my door, down the hall and stumble into my living room. There he was in all his glory, my boyfriend of three years, “Ghost !!!” I squeal as I leap into his muscular arms that are already open for me. “Hi princess” He embraces me in a almost suffocating bear hug, and greets me with the low voice I’ve craved “Baby i’m so sorry I took longer than expected.” he reasons “so much came up I’m sorry I took a week”.

I dont think you’ve ever seen his eyes look that sad as he lowers me and picks up his duffel bags in defeat. “It’s okayyy Ghost I understand. Your work is important” I reassure. “But you must have been so worried” he furrows his brows in response and looks down. “y/n whatever you wanna do today, I’ll do it in a heartbeat. Consider this my apology”. I perk up at this statement, already knowing what I’m gonna do. “anything?” “anything.”

I yank my gentle giant by the wrist, and drag him out the door. “Where are you taking me y/n? you sure seem eager” He chuckles as I lead him outside to a pair of matching blue bikes. A bike ride to the local farmers market is fairly short, and the reward even better. My job is one of my happy places. I feel like an angel in heaven being surrounded by all my favorite plants and vegetables while being the ceo of my own stand.

I hand my intimidating giant of a boyfriend an apron and say “you’re gonna help me with sales today”. He nods in compliance and takes the space to my right.

“Bless your heart Ghost, but you’re literally customer repellent” I remark as I prepare to ride my bike home against the approaching night. “okay well in my defense,” he puts his hands up “everyone was scared of me and I have no idea why” “I think it’s because of your height, but the way nobody came is kinda hilarious” I joke as I begin to peddle alongside my partner.

When we get inside, we immediately slump over the couch. Ignoring our stickiness, we turn on the tv and watch whatever entertaining thing is on. My boyfriend wraps his strong arms around me and starts drawing soft lines up and down my back. he whispers in my ear “I’ve missed you so much y/n. You truly have no idea” simultaneously placing small kisses on my forehead and neck, and I close my eyes peacefully. Glad he’s finally home.

#cod x reader #könig #könig fanfiction #fluff #cute #cottage core #fanfic #fanfiction #ghost x reader #ghost cod #call of duty #request

[matenrou-fan]

Hello, there!

Could I request Sasara, Ramuda, and Dice with a toymaker girlfriend?

Sasara, Ramuda, and Dice with a toymaker fem! s/o

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Oh! Sasara actually loves original people with interesting hobbies, always finding new inspiration for his jokes in them.

-"Hehe, do you know what my favorite type of toy is?" - Sasara smiles widely, not able to hide his small giggles. - "Ahh, come on, I'm a rapper, after all..! It's yo-yo..!"

-But honestly, he's very appreciative of your work. Just from his point of view, deep feeling is easier to bring when he's joking about it, so it doesn't sound so awkward and he doesn't get too embarrassed.

-Also, as a fellow comedian, he knows how hard it can be to use your imagination to come up with something new and interesting that people would enjoy.

-Watching as you sew new toys in the evenings while he sits near you is Sasara's new favorite way to relieve some stress. It's just so soothing and mesmerizing, the way your arms move so quickly and elegant.. He very much looks like a cat in these moments.

-Oh yes, about cats. Make a small maneki-neko for your boyfriend and he would melt, all giggly and blushy now, can't even think about some awkward pun to hide his embarrassment. It's surprisingly easy to confuse Sasara with just a small affection from your side.

-There's no way he would leave him at home even for a day now, carrying his new talisman everywhere. And yes he talks with his small fella before any performances, in the same way he talks with his furniture. (I totally can see him kissing a small toy lightly sometimes, thinking about how long your hands working at this gift for him..)

-He can't return you a favor with something physical cause he's kinda bad in all this diy stuff, yet Sasara's always ready to support you with his kisses and cuddles, as a reward for all your hard work. Oh, and his casual small jokes, of course..

-"Hmm, want me to help you to come up with new ideas for your work..?" - your boyfriend mumbled, thinking for a second then grabbing your shoulder. - "Ahh, darling, why don't you just make a classic one? Let me think, balls have got to be one of the oldest toys.. They’ve been ‘round a long time.."

-Ahh, so you are not only sweet lovers, but also colleagues by profession, as you both need to come up with different designs for your works..! Doesn't that mean your match was made in heaven?!

-Definitely waiting for you to give him one of your toys on the first few dates, as a sign of your unbreakable love for your angelic boyfriend..!

"Ahh, come on, I already gifted you such a cute outfit as a proof of my sincere love..!" - Ramuda whines, clinging to you with his whole body, begging in his casual childish manner. - "Now it's your turn! Your turn! I want matching toys with you, aren't two cute little rabbits wouldn't be just great? I will keep the one who's looking like you and you will admire mine..!"

-Yes, he absolutely loves to help you with new ideas for your works, bubbling with you for hours about it. Most of his designs are just sweet small animals in lovely dresses, yet they all look so different and interesting so you can't help but promise your boyfriend to make them even if it's not really your style.

-And vice versa: Ramuda is always waiting for your opinion on his new clothes line, showing you all his drafts, as now you're the first person who gets to know his new ideas.

-And, besides that, he's willing to sew small adorable clothes and accessories for your toys, helping you to make more toys in a short time..! You can even call it something like a collaboration, can you?!

-If it's just your hobby or your store is a small place, Ramuda would definitely recommend you to every one of his clients, making ads with you and more collaborations. He just wants his dollface to shine as bright as he is..!

-Hell, even if you are actually as popular as he is, Ramuda will still get you as much promotion as he can, just to brag a little about how talented his girlfriend is..!

-"Ahh, your toys are always such cute precious things..!" - Another playful giggle escaped your boyfriend's lips as he jumped around your workplace with a wild smile. Then he suddenly gets closer and cups your cheeks, interrupting your work. - "But personally, the most precious doll for me here is you, my little marionette.."

-Ok but he's actually so excited, and you can clearly tell by the way his eyes always start sparking when he visits your workplace.

-Dice was able to save his inner child, and also as an airheaded simple man he gets impressed so easily by any of your toys, even failed attempts looks absolutely fascinating for him.

-Will almost beg for an exclusive toy for him, at least something small and easy to make..

"Here, put this inside..!" - your boyfriend chuckles, giving you a small dice with a proud smirk. - "Like that, your toy would be filled with great luck and I totally will get a jackpot..! Huh?! W-what do you mean you already filled it with your love?! Double luck then.."

-He doesn't care if someone will laugh at him for actually taking his new small buddy together with him in the casino, as Dice is ready to beat anyone's ass for making fun of your hard work.

-Yes he's not working himself (and no, dice, gambling is not a real job), yet he appreciates your effort that you put in your toys and is willing to support you till the very end, cheering you up on days when you have something like an art block or celebrating a big amount of orders on good days.

-Don't laugh at your boyfriend when you notice how he's playing with your toys, thinking he's all alone. It's kinda amusing to watch as all his scenarios are about someone winning a jackpot and spending in the casino all again for more wins.

-Brag off to anyone. Gentaro (it's probably always ended up into another teases from the writer's side, as Dice screaming that no, he didn't get bewitched by you and your magic toys), his friends from the casino, just the seller in the store where Dice spends his last few yen on a small snack, anyone.. He got such a talented pretty girlfriend and never would shut up about this now!!

-"This one looks so silly.." - he mumbled, sitting next to you and watching you work quietly. You can't help but tease him a little, telling you actually wanted to make him into a small animal. - "Huh?! Then this little fella looks extra cool! And I'm feeling, if you let me kiss your lips and hands right now, I will share some of my luck with you today! So you definitely would make a masterpiece…!"

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #sasara nurude x reader #sasara x reader #hypmic sasara #sasara nurude #hypnosis mic Sasara #hypnosis mic ramuda #hypmic ramuda #ramuda x reader #ramuda amemura #ramuda amemura x reader #hypnosis mic dice #dice arisugawa x reader #hypmic dice #dice x reader #dice arisugawa

[safetycar-restart]

Of course he also sets the table and decorates and makes sure all the sex toys are hidden away (because yes, there is usually lube and dildos in the entrance way cabinet).

GENIUS

so this made me think.

your guests left, and after you gave charles a handjob, you lead him up to your huge bedroom, and you sit down on the chair you dragged near the bed. you sit down on it, and have charles kneel on the ground for you. you told him to fetch his hot pink dildo (with a suction cup, i have a feeling himbo!sugar baby!charles LOVES pink) before you went upstairs. you attach it to the ground, in front of your legs.

charles still has his outfit from earlier on, not bothering to take it off, except for his pretty lace panties. you have him ride the dildo in front of you, his palms planted on the floor as he tilts his head up, eyes closed and lets out the prettiest whimpers. you're just sitting on the chair, legs crossed as you run your hands through his hair, praise him and occasionally bend down to kiss him.

he looks like a little angel, the sun shining through the window and grazing his face. you can almost see the halo above his head!

he rides the dildo until he cums, making a little puddle of cum on the floor, as he lays his head on the inside of your thigh, whimpering and trying to catch his breath <3

ABSOLUTELY GENUIS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! (this was a lot softer than I intended? I don't know how that happened. I set out intending to write absolute filth and it ended up quite soft??)

Firstly, of course you have to give Charles a hand job the moment the guest leave. Mostly because he just looked so good all night and you've wanted to get your hands on him ever since you saw what he was wearing.

He cums so nicely for you!! Whining against your neck and making a mess of your hand and his pretty skirt. Then, of course, he also licks your hand clean because he's a good boy and he knows to always clean up after himself.

You have to keep an arm around his waist as you walk him to the bedroom since his legs were shaking.

And I fully agree that Charles LOVES pink, cause it's so pretty! And he's so pretty! A match made in heaven (like Charles and his mommy).

He's so excited when you tell him to fetch his pink suction cup dildo, it's his favourite one!! It stretches him so well and makes him feel so good, plus the suction means he can ride it when he's horny and alone.

You sit on the chair and have him put the dildo in front of it, telling him to give you a show and he absolutely does. He thrives on having his mommy's eyes on him, on giving his mommy a show and proving what a good boy he is.

There's no fear of being judged for how loud he is, no worries about not being good enough. He belongs to his mommy, and mommy's things can't ever be looked down on.

You watch him as he rides the dildo, letting him lean against your legs whenever he needs a break. Maybe he even grabs onto your knees for stability? He doesn't even ask. He knows he can use you to help himself.

Often you run your hands through his hair, cupping his jaw. He turns his head and takes your thumb into his mouth, settling with the dildo deep inside him and sucking lightly on your finger. He closes his eyes, wriggling his hips a little to get more friction from the dildo with a small smile around your thumb, so so happy.

You praise him, calling him beautiful and he opens his eyes to look up at you, mumbling something around your thumb which you can't make out.

You laugh at him, removing your thumb and asking what he wanted to say.

"Not as beautiful as mommy," he says, smiling.

He's so cute you can't believe he's yours.

Naturally, you lean down to kiss his nose and then to kiss his lips before sitting back up and telling him to make himself cum, to ride the dildo like a good boy.

He does exactly that, coming so hard and leaving a little puddle on the floor. He whines and shakes, falling forward so that his head is on your leg.

You open your legs, telling him to come forwards and eat you out while he comes down from his orgasm. He lights up at that suggestion, always ready and willing for that.

"Mommy..." he says shyly before he moves, refusing to meet your eyes.

You lean forward and take put your hand under his chin, gently directing his face upwards so he looks at you. You just smile, knowing he'll say what he wanted to if you give him time.

"Can I move the dildo closer and stay on it? Please mommy? Wanna feel full..."

You lean down to kiss him again, telling him that of course he can.

#sugar baby!charles #sugar baby!au #cl #nsfw. #f!reader #soft soft vibes #📓

[choocokookie]

Before I ask for anything, I just wanted to say I absolutely loved the way you wrote my first request!! I hope it wasn't to much😅

Anyway I was wondering if you could write a NSFW Micah x male reader fic. You know how at the end of the game Micah visits mc at their window, what if y/n is just sitting at their desk chatting with Micah completely unaware that he decided to visit y/n. So when he finally makes it to y/n's window he sends a message to look outside, so y/n turns around in their chair only to freak out seeing Micah there. Once Micah is inside y/n is just all over him, crying happy tears while clinging to him, getting so excited he just couldn't help but kiss Micah.

Sorry if it's a little vague, I've never requested a NSFW fic but seeing how you wrote my last request I just had to try and request this. If it's too much don't worry about writing it!! It's all about what you wanna write don't forget that☺️☺️

Hi, don't worry. You described what you wanted pretty well, and in general, I am just so happy that someone is requesting to me. My blog is pretty much new and small, so, I am very glad that you appeared again to request me something. You are always welcomed to keep sending more asks around here :)

You finally were in Micah’s arms after such long days talking with each other… you finally could touch him, kiss him! However, what you truly want is to share a more intimate moment with this man, who you want to belong completely to.

cw: male reader, explicit nsfw

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Micah was finally in your arms… finally, you could match your eyes with this man who you knew was the right one since the moment you two started talking together. Kisses were shared, as his hands runned all over your body, just like they were trying to explore every single inch they could from your body, desperate to not let you go… and you loved this. You just adored receiving such affection from the hacker, although, you knew plenty well it wasn’t enough… you wanted more, you wanted to have only Micah Yujin inside your dirty mind.

Only in the moment your bodies were fused in only one and the pleasure was the only thing inside your brain, you felt just like you arrived in heaven… The man with dark skin was clearly nervous, so he had an amazing care over the hip movements he did against yours. He loved you, he wanted above all to bring some sweet pleasure to you, to be the only one inside your beating heart.

You clinged over his body and allowed salty tears to run down your face, after all, you were just so happy to gift him with your own body, however, you wanted more and more of the contact he had to offer you. You kissed his neck while his dick thrusted at your insides non-stop, messing up with your mind in levels impossible to describe. The only thing you were able to allow out from your lips were moans and his own name… the only thing that was inside your mind was your beloved partner.

However, all this fun couldn’t keep going for much time. The way he stimulated your sweet spots made you completely crazy and you felt like you were closer to finally reaching your most desired orgasm - and well, Yujin as well. His thrusting rhythmic started to intensify, just like he were some kind of animal in heat who didn’t want to allow his partner to go. Oh dear, your tight body against his dick was making the poor man completely crazy… 

Before he could finish his job, you stole a passionate kiss from him, delight yourself with the taste that his lips had to offer. Finally, the moment came… both came and were received with a delicious wave of spasms which ran all over your bodies. Finally breaking the contact, Micah smiled at you with his cheeky grin, clearly proud of how good he made you feel. Wrapping you around his well defined arms, he asked if you were ok… and once the answer was positive, his proud facial expression took place…

He was such a lucky guy… don’t you worry Angel, the man surely is going to take good care of you tonight after such an exhausting activity.

#error 143 #error 143 x reader #micah #micah x reader #micah yujin #micah yujin x reader #micah fanfic #micah yujin fanfic #error 143 fanfic

[holylulusworld]

Big grumpy bear (FIN)

Summary: He’s grumpy. You are sweet. A match made in heaven.

Pairing: Alpha!Walter Marshall x OmegaReader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, grumpy alpha, scenting, mating, implied claiming, light smut (unprotected), needy/demanding reader, fluff,

Catch up here: Big grumpy bear (5)

Big grumpy bear masterlist

Now, …

‘Distance makes the heart grow fonder.’ That’s what people say. But in your case, it’s the opposite. You want to be closer to Walter. 

If you had the chance to wrap yourself around the alpha like a Koala, you’d do it all day long. 

Walter barely gets the chance to leave the bed without you making a scene. Your post-heat haze is still lingering in the back of your mind, and all you want is to stay close to your…alpha.

One week earlier, …

You crawl under the blanket, smirking as Walter is still asleep. Today you’ll get what you want. This time you won’t let him out of your clutches. He won’t resist you, not if you put your hands on him first.

“Omega, what are you doing,” Walter fights your hands. After he nursed you back to life, you became more confident around him. Now you are tugging at his boxers to get him bare. “Y/N…what?”

“I want my alpha,” you purr under the blanket. “you’ve got a nice cock, alpha.” You hum in appreciation. “I want it.”

“What?” He laughs as you crawl on top of him and poke your head out from under the blanket. “Y/N, we will take our time.”

“No, I want it now,” you wiggle on top of Walter. “I want your knot, and I want it…no, I demand your knot.” You purse your lips. 

“You want it?” He cups your cheek. “How about you get it then, hmm…? Take it, omega. Sit on top of your alpha and ride him. Make yourself cum.”

“No…I…” you wrinkle your nose. “I want you on top of me, and for you to scent me. Maybe you can nip at my neck or bite it. Hmm…can we do it without protection? Are you clean? I’m on birth control…”

“Fuck it!”

You squeak as Walter suddenly rolls you over. He crushes his lips against yours, roughly claiming your mouth. “Walter,” you breathe against his lips. “Alpha.”

He settles between your legs to rub his aching cock against you. “Do you want me?” He groans when you move your hand between your bodies to stroke his cock. “Angel, don’t do this to me.” His voice sounds strained. “Please.”

“I want you,” you purr lowly. Heat pools in your belly feeling the alpha so close, and his arousal. “Please, big bear. Make me yours.”

He cups your face and kisses you again. You don’t know if you are dreaming or not. It feels like you’re floating when Walter cups the back of your head and looks you in the eyes while teasing your entrance with his weeping cock. “I want you too.”

Your heart flutters. Not only at his admission but the feeling of his massive cock slowly inching its way inside of your body. “Yes!” 

“You’re mine,” he slams one fist into the pillow. “Only mine! No one can have you.”

“Oh fuck!” Your hands shoot to his head to bring Walter down for another kiss. He moans against you. “You’re so tight for me.”

“You’re…huge…and throbbing and I…” You whimper. “You ruined my poor pumpum! This means you must claim me.” 

“Your pumpum?” Walter hides his face in your neck, laughing loudly. “God, I love you, angel. You’re so cute and even with my cock inside of you, you’re babbling cute nonsense.”

“I wanna be yours. Please.”

“You’re already mine.” He throbs inside of you, reading to ruin you even more. “I will split this cunt open some more with my swelling knot. After, you are going to be full of my seed. I’m going to breed you every night and make you round. Everyone will know you’ve got claimed.”

You wrap your legs and arms around Walter’s body. He’s much bigger than you, but you are stronger than you look. Holding tight onto him like a Koala you look him straight in the eyes. “I bet we can ruin your bed.”

“Oh, sweet angel. I’m going to break the fucking bed with you,” he growls and grabs the headboard with one hand. Walter digs his knees into the mattress and smirks down at you. “Hold tight, this is going to be a wild ride.”

You giggle and hold even tighter onto Walter as he starts moving his hips. He laughs when you make squeaking noises with every deep thrust. The alpha keeps his promise. He uses all of his strength to fuck you straight into the mattress.

“My grumpy bear,” you scream and moan all the while rocking your hips. “Yes…fuck…oh…you are going to break my coochie.”

“Did I break you or your poor coochie,” Walter looks up from between your legs. He insisted on kissing your sore pussy better. “Aw, she looks sweet and perfect.”

Walter places a searing kiss on your pussy lips. “Walter…no…you are going to break her for real!” You try to push him off your cunt with your foot. “Please.”

“Hmmm…she’s all mine. But you are right,” he purrs and crawls back on top of you. “I should give her a break. One week of non-stop fucking is too much for my poor omega.”

You smile dopily when he pecks your temple. “I wanna rest now. I’m so tired.”

“Come here, angel,” he rolls onto his back, taking you with him. “Snuggle into your grumpy bear’s chest…”

Now, ...

“Y/N, we got to go back to work,” Walter sighs as you cling to him. “Together.” He adds. “I talked them into giving me an office closer to yours. You can visit me during lunch break, or I’ll visit my omega.”

He drops his eyes to your neck to admire the mark he left. 

“It’s a perfect mark, alpha,” you coo, and pat his cheek. “Everyone will know we belong together. Especially Rachel will know that you are my big grumpy bear from now on.”

“I was your big grumpy bear from the moment I laid eyes on you for the first time…”

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#walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #alpha!walter marshall x reader #a/b/o #walter marshall x you #alpha!walter marshall #female reader #smut #Big grumpy bear (FIN)

[teataglia]

Tea!! Ship your moots with characters they normally don't self-ship themselves with!!

ooo yay!! i like dis idea A LOT hehe i hope you all like it toooo < 3 srry this took so long oopsies i am v sloww

@anime-fanfics-i-write + dwight sugawara ;; i actually think you guys wuld be so so sooo cute, like he would indulge your every whim and treat you like the princess you are!! he wuld always have your fav dish cooked up n ready every time you come home!

@stygianoir + diluc ;; diluc is the SWEETEST lover and, unlike dain, he is not immortal so you guys could actually grow old together and yall wuld be the cutest old couple I M O

@lexstacy-fics + bokuto ;; HE'S BIG N KIND w very few thoughts floating around in his dome piece n he wuld love your bright pink theme, he wuld be so into supporting yu n your writing it's the cutest thing (or your irl choso <3 hehe)

@im-a-loser-fight-me + osamu ;; ok hear me out, he is not your usual gentle giant type BUT he is STRONG and wuld be very gentle w yu..... but also wuld not be afraid to toss you around a bit if you catch my drift ;)

@hotlinetakami + aizawa ;; he's daddy. lololol, he def gives the best hugs and when yu 2 are just cuddling on the couch, moving seems impossible

@21-06-1996 + TSUKISHIMA KEI ;; another bean pole that likes to read! lmaoo he's so annoying but in the best way and would looove taking you out on lil cafe dates no matter how much he denies it

@b-achiras + itachi uchiha ;; GAWD him, he he he wuld absolutely love you forever, till the end of time, he's like THE ultimate sweetheart. he would also be so overprotective of you bc hes scared to lose you :(( but that just means more quality time!

@kazuwhora + hange ;; looking into my crystal ball n seeing a lot of late night tired cuddles, hange coming home late from work and just collapsing into your arms and you hold them soooo tight, promising to never let go, delivering lil cups of water to each other to make sure you're both hydrating < 3

@festive + kaeya ;; thinkin about romantic candle lit dinners, him being a gentleman and holding the door for you, pulling your chair out for you to sit, kissin the back of your hand n everything, all that cute stuff >:3

@twbachira + shinichiro sano ;; the sweetest baby, this guy knows sacrifice and he would do absolutely anything for you, loves you as deep as the sea and as tall as the heavens, also takes gr8 pics of yu, like 100% best photographer and hypeman

@haithanist + childe ;; he'd be such a lil obnoxious tease! and so cute! he would spoil you rotten! ahhh im just thinkin about him wrapping you up in a big scarf in the winter!! and throwing layers of blankets on you!! so cute!!

@dark-mnjiro + draken ;; he wuld take such good care of you, he just loves you so so so much < 3 hes very protective and will be by your side in minutes, just say the word, love physical touch of any kind (his fav is keeping his hand on the small of your back when you're in public, subtle but makes a statement :D)

@rczc + akaashi keiji ;; hes my baby boy but i just KNOW you would cherish each other, and youd be the prettiest couple, like youre stunning n hes beautiful?? i am not wrong (nothing but the best for BOTH my angels)

@oomiya + oikawa ;; he acts like such a flirt but in reality he'd be the biggest nerd 4 YU!! he would be so enthralled, utterly head over heels n theres nothing you can do to stop him, he wuld love to show you off, but like subtly and tastefully ofc

@kentoangel + gojo ;; hot, hot stuff. you both are sizzling n steaming, n he knows how to treat you right. he would learn all your likes n dislikes so quick, he wouldnt ever want to fuck it up w you, like ever ever, so he's constantly checking in, v considerate of him mhm

@garoujo + mitsuya ;; YOU ARE BOTH THE SWEETEST, i personally think its a match made in heaven, like he’d actually worship you, you are his angel - his deity, he's so observant it's scary, if yu mention smth once in passing he will remember it for the rest of his life

@bbiemilk + kazuha ;; he wuld love to take it nice n slow w yu, stopping to enjoy the smaller things in life, like how the flowers change colors in the fall, reassuring yu that b4 yu know it, it’ll be spring again!

@iitoshi + seishu inui ;; i for one think you two would hit it off, hes so straight forward, but around you hed get a lil shy its so sweetttt <33 like he wuldve had to work up the courage to ask you out ^.^ and then he’d treat you like the royalty you are

@sleepy3 + yuta okkotsu ;; sweet angels, the love radiates from your entangled bodies as you lie together in the sun, only a simple cat nap, but neither of yu wuld want to be anywhere else :3

@shcyc + jean kirstein ;; he's my hubby but you deserve each other (nothing but the best), n like he's just a lil sweetheart and i think yu guys wuld fall madly in luv, he's like funny n everything too ehehe

@munsonsins + issei matsukawa ;; he's hot and i will say it, just going off vibes alone you guys wuld be a very smexy couple, he's tall n nice n knows how to take a joke so don't go easy on him ;)

@thetempleofnyx + kakucho ;; THIS MF SWEETHEART ugh, he might be a lil rough around the edges but i promise he is the kindest most gentle baby there is < 3 n he wuld be so loyal, major heart eyes 4 yu 2

@satorhime + reiner braun ;; he is a lil cray cray in the beginning but like, he is literally just a big teddy bear, buuuut that's not found out until later, but like just trust me on dis one, he wuld cherish yu so so so much

@touyyes + choso ;; he is big n beefy n he will luv yu till the end of time, he's a large guy w a large heart n large eyes that are only 4 yuuu, im thinkin like slow dancing in the living room or him making your fav food for dinner mmmm yummy

@maginxlia + nanami ;; he's a gentleman thru n thru, will spoil yu and spend every free waking moment he has simply doting on yu, checking, double checking, n triple checking that you're safe and happy < 3

@dear-itto + thoma ;; even tho he accidentally fed your hubby beans, thoma means nothing but the best, he wuld wait on yu hand and foot, if you even think about wanting smth, boom he already got it for yu, he's that guud :3

@soshiina + kita ;; HIM < 3 he is so sweet and cute and husband material!! just thinkin about him comin home after a long day of FARMING, all tired n you're there! waiting for him w open arms! n he receives the biggest, warmest hug, n maybe a nice massage if youre feeling up to it !

#i feel so awk tagging ppl so i apologize in advance!! >.< #i think i got every1 >:3 #i rlly hope you all like dem <3 #this took so long uhahah #i am so in luv w all of yu yu dont even knoow #˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ᴛᴇᴀ sᴘᴇᴀᴋs

[edens-notesfromthegarden]

gabriel/zadkiel || angst w/ no comfort (823 words)

he looked exhausted.

that was one of the first things zadkiel noticed during their reunion. gabriel didn't exude the energy he used to. he flew less, he fought with less brilliance, and for the life of them zadkiel couldn't begin to think why. they feared it was a sensitive subject, and so they never brought it up.

but they could no longer sit idly, having it seen it persist for months now. in the quiet of their shared bedroom, both angels sat on the bed, looking at each other quietly. thunder loomed outside in gentle booms.

"so... can i ask about that?"

"about... what?" gabriel asked, confused.

zadkiel sighed. "you look so tired. drained. what happened?"

"you mean you don't know?"

zadkiel fell silent as gabriel looked away. "they... the council, they punished me for my failure in defeating v1 the first time we fought." his fist clenched tightly. "they stripped me of my light. i no longer have the strength or power i did before."

"your light?"

gabriel looked back at zadkiel. they both looked equally confused at each other's statements.

"what do you mean?" gabriel asked. "our light? the thing that connects us to Him? that grants us our power?"

something seemed to click in zadkiel's mind. mortification twisted on their features. "gabriel, what are you talking about? that was never a thing."

gabriel fell quiet, but the golden shift in his eyes spoke plenty.

"gabriel..." zadkiel's voice is gentle as they take his hand in theirs. "gabriel, who talked about the light?"

nothing in response. the yellow glowed stronger. zadkiel's were beginning to reflect the same emotion.

"it was the council, wasn't it?"

they felt his body shake and the hand holding theirs grow tighter.

"... oh god, what did they do to you?"

gabriel teared himself away, standing up from the bed abruptly. tears fell from molten gold eyes, curling past gritted teeth. his fists were clenched, and his chest rose and fell heavily as fury roared in his heart.

yet another lie from the council. and this one finally broke him.

"i can't do this, i—"

without another word, he began to storm out the door. zadkiel was fast to react, scrambling off the bed and grabbing his hand once more.

"gabriel, what are you doing?" zadkiel asked, eyes welling with tears of his own.

"you were right yet again, zadkiel!" gabriel snapped, tugging his arm out of zadkiel's hold as he does. "you proved once again how gullible my faith made me!"

zadkiel frowned, hands lowering. "what the fuck are you talking about, i was just concerned—"

"you've once again shown me how weak i am!" he let out a hateful laugh, "how easily i was made a puppet because i at least cared about the father!"

"woah, woah, what the fuck are you getting at?" zadkiel took a step forward, wings spreading behind him in a matching golden glow. "all i did was make you realise another shitty thing the council did, why are you—"

"oh thank you, zadkiel! let me grovel at your feet for freeing such a pitful angel as i from more invisible shackles! you're so high and mighty all the time, oh so wise for deciding to abandon heaven while we all suffered, i bet you feel so great in being sooo right!"

zadkiel couldn't believe his ears. more tears fell from his eyes. his staff was in his hands and pointed at gabriel before he even realised it.

"do you even fucking hear yourself right now?" they cried. "all i fucking did was ask if you're okay and now you're insulting me? christ, gabriel, its a wonder why people like you, you're so fucking insufferable when the things you know are challenged!"

"and you think you're any different?" he scoffed. "oh wait, of course you do! you have such an inferiority complex you have to bring everyone here down to your level to feel better about yours—"

it takes a second to register the sudden pain in his side. dizzy, he fell to a knee whilst clutching his hip. it was warm. there was blood. both on his hands and now on zadkiel's staff, that shook violently in the small angel's hands.

neither of them knew what they were doing now.

"god, i— gabriel, i'm so sorry, i—"

gabriel stood up with a grunt, still clutching his side, and began to stagger off.

"i need— i need time to think... i'm sorry, zadkiel."

zadkiel had no chance to speak further as a golden light illuminated the hallway, taking gabriel with it as it disappeared. the staff slipped from zadkiel's hand, clattering onto the floor with a loud clang. their voice was gone, tired and spent and choked up on tears, they couldn't even muster a cry.

they simply turned back around and walked back into the bedroom, leaving their staff behind. all they wanted to do now was rest the day away.

#eden.docx #ultrakill #ultrakill gabriel #i have opinions and feelings about the light #i know its probably a physical thing but is there not something so pained about realising something you fought to keep never existed at all #just another means of control by the council #in other news: local angels emotionally turbulent at all times give them some therapy for the love of god

[what-even-is-thiss]

"If you love men, wouldn't it have been easier for you to stay a woman?"

I hear you say this and my blood does not run cold. Instead it just kind of sits there, coagulating into some kind of gelatin, slowing my movements, making me confused.

I see now that you see the natural state of attraction as being between estrogen and testosterone that is made by internal organs, and not as the strange thing it really is.

There is no desire for sex in my mind, but still the idea of my masculine form being side by side with another is the only thing on planet earth that makes sense.

Only when the oil in my skin smells like a man, and only when he calls me man could any of this make sense.

Imagine me with softer skin, blood pooling in my underwear, trying to carry a child, being called wife. Long golden hair pulled back in a scarf. A man holding me gently from behind. That is someone else's reality. A beautiful reality. But it was never meant to be mine.

The smell of his hair only became more beautiful as I discovered a change in myself. As I understood what I could look like. Be like. Feel like. Smell like. Hair rough on my face, thick on my arms, short on my head. My soul gleefully filled with old spice, wood shavings, and yarn.

How could I ever explain to you the feeling of pure correctness that comes with being called him, them, boy, brother? Why don't you see the equal beauty of a man sitting quietly, leaning against another man, eyes falling victim to sleep?

I am not as blonde as a woman. I am as blonde as myself standing out under a streetlamp by the bar, watching a boy vape near the entrance. He looks at me. He is dressed in red, mystified in the dark by the cloud of his own vices.

I do not know if he looks at me in curiosity or disgust, but he is beautiful in a way that would be impossible to articulate if I were forced to live as a girl. But because I am myself I know that he looks like the entrance to heaven and purgatory all at once. The red devil wings on his hoodie turn him into the spirit of all my joy. I do not know him but he is perfect. Then he finishes and goes back inside.

Why can you not comprehend the depths I choose to fall for the sake of my own salvation? How simple is your mind that you do not see the complexities within your own soul? I crawled out of hell to see the angels and you tell me that because my hell was your heaven that I should have stayed.

His beard was dyed brown, to match the other shade of brown on his perfect head. Can you smell it? The rainbow sweat caked onto the edges of my soul? Staining it so hard that you're unsure whether it's a bug or a feature? It's a part of the upholstery. Look inside yourself again. There's something good in there. Something beautiful behind those shining brown eyes. Do me a favor and try to find it. Once you do, you'll see what I mean.

#roman wrote a thing #roman said a thing #gay stuff #trans stuff

[fairyaali]

felix and luka ( separately ) with a fem! s/o who has that pastely soft aesthetic and has the matching personality to go with it ! ( naive , kind , caring etc etc ) but can get very very bitchy when angry!

 HELLO! I’m super sorry about the wait but here it is hehe <3 i tried to make it as accurate as possible so i hope you like it ! 

Pairings: Luka Couffaine X Reader , Felix Graham De Vanily X Reader.

Warnings: swearing! 

Felix

 Felix Graham de Vanily has never imagined the day when he would be actually in love - but it actually happened and he wasn’t even prepared for it.

Needless to say, it hit him like a truck and sent him to heaven.

This was his heaven, being on a big bed with you and playing with your hair while you watched your favourite show on Netflix.

“I told you he was going to be the bad guy! I knew it all along!” You exclaimed and jumped up, startling him but ultimately, making him smile.

“It was quite obvious my love.” He chuckles and you pout, crossing your arms while you plop back down next to him.

“But he was my favourite character Felix! And he’s probably going to die now too.” You look up at him and he can’t help but smile at your adorable, pouting face.

He cups your face in his hands and you instantly smile when you see his smile. It was contagious. He rarely smiled so you just feel so much joy bubbling inside of you when the blond smiled at you and you couldn’t help it.

He quickly kisses the tip of your nose and you giggle before crawling on his lap, peppering his face with kisses and completely ignoring the show you were watching.

The room was filled with little kissing noises and giggles coming from both of you.

His hand moves from your waist to your thighs, caressing the fabric of the white thigh high socks you were wearing beneath your pink tennis skirt.

His touch comforted you and you close your eyes, resting your forehead on his and humming gently.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers out of the blue and you gently open your eyes, staring right into his.

A blush creeps on your cheeks and you part your lips, inching closer to his face to kiss him.

A thought bursts through your head move your lips could touch and you smile brightly.

“Can we go feed the ducks again?” You ask him, your eyes bright and excited at the memory of the last time you went with him.

He took you to the park last time and you fed the ducks together because it was something he enjoyed doing as a child with his nanny. You didn’t know that such a simple activity could bring him so much joy and you were looking forward to the next time you two did it.

His face lights up and he nods, “Of course darling.” He replies and you excitedly hop off of his lap. “Wait you meant right now?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

You were already lacing up your boots so you look at him over your shoulder and pout. “Yes?” You question.

“I thought we were going to..you know..” He looks away sheepishly.

You smirk at him. “Don’t worry Felix, you can have me all to yourself later, I promise.” You say and finish with a wink.

He nods and blushes, letting out a small chuckle.

You finish up putting on your boots and wait for him to get ready before the two of you head out of his house hand in hand.

You two walk through the park, his hand in one of your hands and in the other hand you held a small paper bag full of bread for the ducks.

Children were playing all over the park and people were chatting around you. It was nice to get out of the house with him sometimes, even if he does prefer staying at home.

“Oh look it’s Felix.” A male voice said which was followed by laughter.

You feel Felix tense up and he freezes.

You were quite confused as to what was happening so you decide to turn around and see two guys around the same age as Felix and you.

“Please ignore them my love, let’s go.” He whispers to you and you furrow your eyebrows at them before nodding to Felix.

“I see you got yourself a little girlfriend.” They speak again and you can hear their footsteps behind you. “You’re making a big mistake dating that little pansy babe, come with us and we’ll show you what a real man is like.”

You were livid.

You couldn’t control yourself so you turn around, letting go of your boyfriend’s hand.

“A real man huh?” You say and cross your arms over your chest, walking up to them. “I’d rather die than date one of you hideous mother fuckers.”

They were taken aback, wide eyed, probably not expecting you to talk back.

“Felix is more of a man than you ever will be.” You stare right into the bully’s eyes. “When was the last time you ever got some huh?” your lips curl into a smirk.

“I-i…uhm, well..” he stutters and the other nudges him, mouthing something.

“That’s what I thought.” You say and turn around. “Don’t ever come for my boyfriend again.” You state and grab felix’s hand, looking up at him.

His face was beet red, his eyes were wide and you couldn’t help but grab the back of his head and kiss him right then and there.

He smiles against your lips and you pull away before the two of you walk away from them.

“That was..” He clears his throat. “hot.” He blurts out.

You cover your mouth with your hand and giggle.

The two of you continue your day near the lake, laughing and throwing bread for the ducks to eat.

He made you feel safe and now you were at peace knowing you did the same to him too.

 Luka

 You’ve been waiting for this night for a long time.

Your boyfriend’s first opening gig with his band.

It wasn’t something grand and big – I mean, it was just a small pub downtown but you knew this was a big night for him and so it turned out to be a big night for you too.

You were ready to show him all your support and love, wearing your favourite flowy dress and his lucky guitar pick hanging on a silver chain around your neck.

Your friend Marinette was by your side, she even designed the costumes for everyone so both of you were super psyched for what was happening.

You made your way to the back stage and saw your boyfriend, Luka, sitting down on a chair and tuning his guitar, nodding his head to the beat.

“Luka..” You whisper and tap his shoulder.

He opens his eyes and looks at you, a smile instantly making it’s way on his face.

“There’s my favourite girl.” He says and gets up, hugging you tightly while you giggle. “I’m so glad you could make it.” He says quietly.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You say and kiss him on the cheek.

He kisses you on the forehead and pulls away from the hug, wrapping an arm around your neck.

“Hey Marinette.” He says and smiles at her.

The bluenette grins at the two of you. “Are you excited?” She asks.

“More like nervous.” Luka replies and let’s out a heavy breath. “I’m not usually this nervous but damn, I can’t believe we finally got a gig.”

You look up at your boyfriend with adoring eyes. “Don’t be nervous Luka, I know it’s going to go great.” You reassure him and he smiles down at you, nodding.

Luka is a really calm person so seeing him nervous means that this really means a lot to him. He has been practicing for weeks and you couldn’t be more proud of how far he’s come.

You gasp at the sudden realisation of something and move away from his grasp, rummaging through your little back pack.

“A-ha!” You say and pull out a blue bracelet that you made yourself.

You look up at Luka and smile before handing it to him.

“I made this for you and I want you to wear it tonight for goodluck.” You say, your cheeks heating up when you look at him as he stares at the bracelet you made. “Since you gave me your lucky guitar pick for me to wear, I thought I should give you some luck of my own.” You look down at your shoes sheepishly.

“You’re an absolute angel, have I ever told you that?” He says and grabs your hand, making you look up at him.

You glance down at his wrist and see that he already put on the bracelet.

You get on your tip toes and give him a small kiss on the lips.

“Thank you.” He whispers and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Guys get ready in 5” Someone says from the curtains and Luka instantly stiffens up.

You give him one last kiss on the cheek before walking next to Marinette.

“Goodluck.” You say and give him a reassuring smile as you wave at him.

He nods at you and runs a hand through is hair before grabbing his guitar.

You and Marinette leave back stage and make your way to your seats.

The pub was small so it easily got crowded with people.

You sigh and play with your hair. “I’m so nervous for Luka, Mari.” You tell Marinette.

She rubs your shoulder to calm you down and shakes her head.

“He’s going to do just fine girl, you’ll see.” She says and gives you a bright smile which comforted you.

The background music playing in the pub fades away and the lights start to dim.

“La bulle proudly presents, Kitty Section!” A voice says over the speakers and whistles and claps fill the room.

The curtains open and it reveals the band in their designated places.

You glance at Luka and smile at him before the music starts.

Rose was in front, singing her heart out to their original song and Luka was behind her, nodding his head as he played the guitar with passion.

You admired him and his talents, he used to write and sing so many songs for you, little did you know that one day he would actually be performing in front of a real audience.

Luka was vocalising to the chorus with rose and his eyes suddenly find yours.

He looked amazing.

The clothes that Marinette styled them with, his skin glistening under the lights and a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat.

You bit your lip as you kept looking at him. He was so into the song, so immersed in everything and it was so fucking hot to you.

He noticed this and his lips curled into a small smirk.

“Wow.” You breathed out quietly.

Marinette was beaming at the band and clapping. “I know right!” She laughs happily.

You grinned and sat up as they ended and clapped.

The whole pub was clapping for your boyfriends band and you were so happy for them.

Everyone was walking to talk to them of greet them and all you had on your mind was Luka, you just wanted to hug him and congratulate him and maybe even make out with him in the bathroom.

“Excuse me.” You mutter as you try to make way towards him.

Your eye catches a blonde girl in front of him, talking to him and laughing.

You freeze and something bubbles inside of you.

Jealousy?

You weren’t the type to be jealous but you couldn’t help the feeling.

You decided not to think much of it and gulped, continuing to make your way toward them.

“Can you like, sign my boobs?” You hear her say and giggle.

“Pardon?” Luka blurts out, looking at her with wide eyes.

Nope. That was it.

You quickly move between the last few people and walk up to them.

The girl started to unbutton her shirt and you furrowed your eyebrows.

Before anything else could happen you made your way to Luka and grabbed his shirt, kissing him.

The girl stopped her movements but held her hand on the buttons of her shirt.

You pull away from Luka and watch him as he blinks a few times, dazed as to what just happened.

“go show your boobs to someone else you skank.” You spit out, narrowing your eyes at her.

She scoffs at you and flips her hair before walking away from you guys.

You clench your jaw and Luka grabs your hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” Luka says and you huff.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You look away from him and frown.

“You know, I wasn’t going to sign her boobs.” He says and shrugs.

You look at him and roll your eyes. “Yeah.” You murmur.

“Didn’t know you could be so jealous.” He says in a teasing voice.

It was your turn to scoff and you look at him. “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Uh-huh.” He says and you stare into his eyes for a moment.

He was smirking at you, so calm, while you were red and angry inside at the thought of some bitch showing her boobs to your boyfriend.

Next thing you knew though, you were sitting on the sink of the pubs bathroom, making out with your boyfriend.

#mlb #miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily x reader #felix graham de vanily #luka couffaine #luka couffaine x reader

[hops-hunny]

Angels on Earth

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.8k

Request: “CONGRATS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!!! I love your writing sm <3

this is my first time ever making a request and recently I found out that the person I was dating is still in love with their ex so I'm looking for comfort rn hehe

could you do a 23, 33, 35 with Ron, a mix of fluff and smut? chubby/plus size fem reader please”

Summary: Ron thought he was obvious, but it was clear (Y/n) was more obvious.

Warnings: Sexual themes

A/N: This took a while but I’ve also been busy but, enjoy!

23. “Cause I never believed there was a heaven till I found you.”

33. “Would you fuck me if I was skinny?” “I’d fuck you right now.”

35. “If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said so.”

For as long as Ron could remember, he had always found his potions partner to be beautiful. Who could blame him? (Y/n) was a beautiful girl. Round cheeks, soft all around, beautiful (h/c) hair, and the prettiest set of (e/c) eyes he had ever seen. But that wasn’t originally what drew him in, it was everything else. (Y/n) had an aura that surrounded her that was so bright, so full of life. Everyone who befriended her was always in a positive mood, smiles seen left and right from the jokes she’d tell. Even right now, with her hair pulled back from her face and the cute little goggles she insisted on wearing, he couldn’t help but admire her.

“Right. I think that should be it.” She said, pushing the goggles up her face as she turned her head to look at him. His face flushed and if she had noticed, she didn’t say much. “That is unless you fucked something up. Merlin knows how bad you are with Potions Weasley.” she giggled, his heart pulling and racing in his chest. 

“Oi! ‘M not that bad. Plus you didn’t let me touch anything, should be fine unless you managed to make a mistake.” He leaned towards her a bit with a devious smirk. “But it’s impossible for you to do that isn’t it? I forgot you were just a perfect princess.” He pulled away, eyes trained on the potion in the cauldron in front of them. Amortentia, was it? He found it a bit strange because he couldn’t smell anything but the girl’s perfume no matter how far he leaned in. In his own state of confusion, he completely missed the girl’s own shocked look on her face.

“What do you smell?” she questioned, gathering her things due to the period drawing to a close. His eyes widened at his realization before calming down. Now was a better time than ever. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before sighing.

“You.” his eyes shot open at the sound of a snort. (Y/n) had made her way towards the exit of the potions room, (e/c) eyes rolling at him as she shot him a smile. She went to leave the room before giving him an up and down.

“If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said so.” she teased, shooting him a wink before exiting the room. He groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face as he adjusted the awkward bulge in his pants. He stood, gathering his things as he huffed to himself.

“I’m in deep aren’t I?” he said out loud, ignoring the look his slimy potion’s teacher gave him. Without another word, he left continuing on his path to his next dreadful class of the day.

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“She probably thought you were joking.” Harry said, causing Ron to give him a glare. Even though there was a big possibility that Harry was right, he didn’t want to believe him. He thought his attempt was a good one! He was direct about what he meant, right?

“He’s got a point. You guys usually joke around and mess with each other a lot. She probably thought you were cracking a joke. Have you tried just telling her how you feel?” Luna asked as if the answer was obvious. Ron felt his brow twitch as he sighed, sinking down in his seat more as he threw his head back.

“What can be more obvious than saying you smell someone in your Amortentia? Do you guys even think?” He questioned.

“Do you? Cause if you did then you’d know that was a poor attempt.” Hermione chimed. Although at first he was sure his attempt was good, that it was obvious, suddenly he was beginning to have second thoughts. Was he clear enough? Sure, you could say one thing but he’d be the first to admit his actions didn’t match. He huffed, looking at his friends, desperation hidden in his eyes.

“Well, what should I say then?” 

“Say something truthful! Let your heart speak for what your actions couldn’t.” Ginny chimed, causing them all to give her a strange look. She crossed her arms, looking away with red cheeks. “What? I think I’d know what chicks like, I do shag em afterall.”

“So tell us, what does your heart say Ron?” Luna asked, he sighed as he racked his brain. He liked her a lot. How could he not? (Y/n) was beautiful, a gift from the heavens above. The softness of her skin, the roundness of her tummy, and those beautiful luscious thighs. He was surprised no one else had made a move on her yet. She was kind too, always willing to help her fellow (y/h/h) in need.

A lovesick dopey look took over his face. “I...I’d say…” he let out a dreamy noise as hearts took over his eyes, “I never believed there was a heaven till I found you. Never believed angels walked among us at Hogwarts, that I think she’s amazing and I-”

“Okay ew that’s enough. I’m gonna be sick. Save it for her.” his sister said, grimacing as she stood up. “And with that note, I’m gone. Why not tell  her at the Gryfindor party tonight? I’m sure she’ll be there!” Ron gulped nervously. That soon? Surely a few hours wasn’t enough time to prepare! Maybe he’d try in a few months…

However as he looked across the hall, seeing some twit practically eye fucking her, it was settled. Tonight he would tell her and if not, he’d at least make some progress.

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Ron let out a shaky deep breath, wiping his sweaty hands along the front of his jeans. Whether it was the sweltering heat of all the warm bodies, the shots he had taken, or the thought of what he had set out to do tonight he didn’t know, but either way he was burning like a phoenix. His eyes trailed the room nervously, looking for (Y/n). How was he sure she’d be here anyways? She wasn’t a frequent attender to parties, only showing up to them sporadically. However at the sound of a familiar laugh-snort combo, he had all he needed. 

In his buzzed(and slightly drunken) haze, he followed the sound blindly, face heating up at the girl's appearance. She wore a blush colored bodycon dress that clung to the folds and curves of her body nicely.. Her hair was styled differently than usual, but suited her perfectly nonetheless. Most things did. And when she saw him? Her face broke out in a bright smile as she hiccuped, handing her half empty cup to one of her friends. She stumbled her way over to him. He steadied her by placing his hand on her waist, looking down at her.

“Ronnn! Omg Ronnie, what’re you doing here?” she hiccuped again, giggling as she stared up at him. He smiled back at her softly, stroking along the softness of her waist.

“ I could ask you the same thing, love, you’re not much of a drinker usually.” he placed a hand on her cheek, thankful for the liquid courage flowing through his system. “You alright? Come on, let’s sit you down. You don’t seem to be too steady.” he said, guidning her towards the couch. When they got there, he expected her to sit next to him but was in shock as she parked herself in his lap. She wrapped an arm around his neck, smiling down at him drunkenly. He handed her a glass of water, the same one he had been handed earlier when he was getting a bit out of hand. She thanked him, sipping on it at a slow pace. 

After a few minutes, the hiccuping and giggles had died down from her, leaving her to form goosebumps at their current position. She was fully seated on the boy’s lap and he had his arms wrapped around her, rubbing his fingers along her soft pudgy sides. She bit her lip as she looked off to the side, before bringing her eyes back to his.

“Uh, Ron,” she started, looking down as she picked at the skin around her nail beds. Letting out a deep sigh, she continued, “Can I ask you something?” her heart began to race rapidly as she looked at him, watching as he nodded before offering her a soft smile.

“Course. What’s up?” How should she phrase it? Should she be simple? Should she-

“Would you fuck me if I was skinny?” she blurted out, eyes widening. Although she had wanted to ask him something about if he was attracted to her, she hadn’t intended on being so...bold. She was known for speaking her mind but not in situations like this! In a state of panic, she went to stand up but was pulled down by a strong pair of arms, pulling her close to an even stronger, toned chest. He chuckled in her ears, hair tickling the edge of her neck.

“Shit princess, I mean...I’d fuck you right now.” his grip on her sides tightened, trailing one hand on her thigh. Out of all the things she could’ve said, this was the last one Ron expected. (Y/n), his snarky potions partner, in his lap in that god forsaken dress asking if he’d fuck her. He felt his own heart begin to race. Did she mean to say it? Well, did she mean to say it to him? Or did she just want his opinion for someone else?

“O-oh.” she stuttered out. (Y/n) pulled back some, turning her head to look at him, finding that his eyes instantly were drawn to hers. 

“Do you mean that?” they both asked. Ron’s cheeks turned red as (Y/n) felt her own face grow warm. Both of them let out breaths they didn’t even know they were holding, laughing with one another.

“I meant it but, did you?” she asked, breath hitching of the closeness of their faces to one another. She could smell the fire whiskey mixed with hints of cannabis and weed mixing with it making her absolutely intoxicated. He nodded, pressing his forehead against hers.

“‘Course I did, love. You don’t have to be skinny for me to do anything with you, let alone fuck you. Because trust me,” he trailed a hand along her upper thigh, sliding it between the soft expanse of them. “It’d be my pleasure to fuck a woman with a body like yours. A woman so soft, so tender, bet that cunt of yours is tight and dripping. Isn’t it?” the girl squeaked, clenching her thighs around his hand. He leaned down, pecking her lips softly before pulling away, (Y/n) whimpering  in a desperate attempt to let him know she wanted more..

“And if I were to grant you that pleasure right now?” she purred, placing a soft hand on his cheek which he gladly leaned into, a dark chuckle leaving his lips.

“I’d be the luckiest man alive.”

#ron weasley x you #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x y/n #ronald weasley x reader #ron weasly imagine #ron x reader #ron x you #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #Harry Potter #chubby reader #x chubby reader #chubby!reader #plus size reader #x plus size reader