#Kitche Top Wrapping

[interiorwrapping]

How To Choose the Right Kitchen Wrap Product?

Kitchen vinyl wrapping offers the most cost-effective option to renovate and refurbish your kitchen. If you cannot afford to spend on a fully new kitchen, this type of kitchen makeover will be the ideal option for you. Kitchen Wrapping in Dubai will be an excellent investment for you. You can use it to make little changes or completely revamp your kitchen.

[4unnyr0se]

Hi!! I saw your posts that you're busy writing reqs, so sorry if this ask is too much now!! Could you write a pt 2 for the tinder match with ushijima? :3 I liked your writing sm and I need more fics with him 😭

❥ tulips and roses | wakatoshi ushijima

part two of this drabble

warnings: timeskip! usjijima, fem! reader, experienced! reader, ushi isnt a virgin and he KNOWS how to fuck now, fingering, cunnilingus, making out, kitche counter sex, protected sex, ushi is so serious i adore him, lewd language, size kink but only if u squint

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 1.2k

a/n: hopefully i did this big guy justice. i wrote this when i literally just woke up lol

got a request? my asks are open!

“Fuck!” echoed through your apartment, your hands bunching up Ushijima’’s chartreuse hair in little clumps as he lifted you onto your kitchen counter with no struggle at all, his large and calloused hands squeezing the fat of your hips. You giggled as his meadow eyes stared at you with such a longing desire, a desire for more of your guidance. “You really missed me, huh?”

“You have absolutely no idea,” he groaned, melding his lips with yours in a frenzied kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to yourself. His teeth bit down onto the pout of your bottom lip, rolling it between the pearly whites. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since that night,” he broke the kiss, aiming to pepper your neck with delicate nibbles instead. “About what you did to me.”

“You mean how I took your virginity?” you giggled, tilting your head to the side so he could suckle on your delicate skin. “I gotta admit, it was one of my better hookups.”

Ushijima chuckled into your neck, his hand wandering upwards to grope your breasts through the thinness of your white tank top. “I’m glad I could make you feel that way. You were…” he pulled his lips away from your neck, staring longingly into your eyes. “Spectacular.”

“I’m flattered,” you purred, trailing your hands across his shoulder, your fingertips dancing along the toned muscles. “So, what did you have in mind today? Since you’ve been craving me so much, ‘Toshi.”

He groaned as his given name fell from your lips, his thumb pulling down your soaked panties with ease. If he knew you had only slept in a tank top and panties, he would have offered for you to spend several nights in his penthouse. “You’re dripping for me,” he sighed at the sight, sliding the rough pads of his fingers up and down your glistening heat. 

“When did you learn to talk so dirty? Had any other encounters since last week?” you moaned softly, your face contorting in pleasure as he carefully inserted his index and middle finger inside of your cunt.

“No, it’s just been you,” his nose brushed against your clit, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. “But I’ve seen videos. I’ve done research.” he curled his fingers inside of you, your hands clenching onto the granite countertops. 

“Shit,” you whimpered, spreading your legs further apart for him, your glistening heat fully on display. “I-it’s paying off, your fingers are amazing, ‘Toshi.”

“I wonder if my tongue will be amazing as well?” he offered you the ghost of a smirk, gently kissing your soaked folds while his fingers continued their ministrations inside your core. He flattened his tongue, sliding the muscle up and down until he had a taste of your slick. You squirmed above him, the slow and sensual pace driving you mad. 

Ushijima practically made out with your pussy, his tongue swirling around your throbbing clit as he felt your gummy walls contract around his fingers. This meant you were close. He was sure of it. He pulled his fingers away, his mouth leaving your clit.

“Why’d you stop? I was so close!” you whined, blowing your hair out of your face. Ushijima didn’t respond, only taking off his pants and boxers. A condom rested between his soaked fingers, the metallic packaging shining in the moonlight of your kitchen. 

“Because I want you to cum on my cock,” he plainly stated, kissing you briefly. He easily ripped the foil with his teeth, sliding on the latex. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel the night you took my virginity.” his hands pried your legs apart even further, the tip of his cock teasing your soaked entrance.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, ‘Toshi,” you muttered, arching your back forward. “Fuck me already, please.”

“So demanding,” he whispered against your ear, snapping his hips against yours. His massive cock filled you up instantly, the sensation still being incredibly foreign to you. You choked out a sob, your hands choosing to find purchase on his sturdy shoulder blades instead of the kitchen counter. “That’s what I like about you, darling,” he thrust into you again, this time a bit sharper. “You take what you want,” another thrust. “When you want it,”

“Fuck, ‘Toshi! T-too big!” you cried, your legs wrapped around his waist once more for support as he pounded into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. Every thrust was calculated. He knew exactly how to make you scream his name. He was a prodigy at everything he did, after all. 

“You can take it. I know you can,” he kissed your neck, grasping onto your hips as he fucked into you, adoring the sensation of your gummy walls squeezing around him. “So fucking tight for me, hm? Tell me, darling,” he bit down harshly on your neck for a moment, sucking on the skin. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?”

You nodded in agreement, letting out a cry of both pain and pleasure as the head of his massive cock finally hit your G-spot. “Y-yes, ‘Toshi! Missed your touch, fuck!”

“I missed you as well. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you wanted me,” he apologized, gently kissing the blooming bruise on your jugular. “You’re fucking squeezing me. Are you close? Use your words, darling.”

“Mhm!” was all you could choke out, pleasure causing your brain to grow fuzzy. He fucked you like a man gone wild, but yet he was simultaneously so calculated with his movements. “M’gonna cum!”

“Then cum, darling. Don’t hold back now,” he ordered, his cock twitching inside of you.

Your world disintegrated around you as your orgasm finally came, your slick coating the latex that encased his cock. “‘Toshi!” you cried, clawing desperately at his shoulders as he fucked you through your high. He did not relent after your orgasm stopped, instead choosing to chase his own nirvana. His thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated, the thought of his release consuming his mind.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” his deep voice rumbled, his lips finding themselves on yours once more. His tongue pried your mouth open, exploring it once more as his seed filled the condom. His thrusts slowed down until they came to a halt, his cock resting snugly inside of your heat. 

“Was that good enough for you?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss. He pecked your forehead, sliding the condom off of his length and disposing of it in the kitchen trash. 

You nodded, giggling slightly. “Yeah, it was. You’ve really improved since we first met.”

“I aim to improve all aspects of my life, including how to fuck,” Ushijima offered you a small smile, a rare sight indeed. “I don’t think I’ll need any other women, though,” he placed a hand on your shoulder. “I have only eyes for you.”

He took a deep breath and pecked your cheek again, the faintest shade of pink ghosting his cheeks. “Would you like to come to one of my games sometime? I can assure you that we will win.”

You chuckled and cupped his cheek. “I’d very much like that.”

[samobservessonic]

They might as well hit the ground running after a cover like that. The Kitching & Elson dream team is the right choice to bring us such an important milestone in StC as Porker quitting the team. We open with Porker’s decision and Sonic being angry about it, as would be expected. Porker isn’t one to start conflict, but his reason here is hardly a small one - after being trapped with an almost infinite number of time-travelling killer Sonic robots on an inescapable little planet for a month, Porker’s traumatised! And I don’t blame him! So yeah, Porker gets the badge of being one of the first Sonic comic characters to have PTSD. He can welcome Whisper the Wolf into that club in many years to come

But Sonic’s anger equally doesn’t come from a place of being unreasonable. He’s right that their small band of Freedom Fighters is one of the very few defences against Robotnik. And Porker isn’t just another number to bulk that up - he’s their tech guy. Sonic Adventure reestablishing Tails as the tech guy won’t hit StC until right at the end, so for now, Porker really is it (until Tekno comes along, but we haven’t got to her properly yet). Not only that, but Porker is one of Sonic’s close friends who he shared his backstory with early on. Out of all of the small animals, Porker is one of the two that Kitching picked out and went “These two are part of Sonic’s team”

I bring all of this up, because I don’t think either side deserves to be written off as either “Porker is just a wimp” or “Fleetway Sonic is a jerk”. There’s nuance here and I like that

Thankfully, Amy is here to defend Porker from Sonic’s accusations where Porker can’t defend himself. This is also kind of a turning point for Amy’s character, because while she’s always been headstrong in StC, previously it was more up to Johnny to be the voice of reason towards Sonic, since Amy was often still in fangirl mode. Here she is, voicing her feelings against Sonic’s opinion so she can protect a friend - it’s great character development all around

Johnny also defends Porker and the off-panel speech bubble in the top left is from Tails. They’re all sympathetic, but Sonic can’t handle that right now. This is all too big of a situation for him to gladly wave someone off

Oh hey, these guys are still here. But not for long, as we finally get an explanation as to what happened to Nack after last time - he’s been in prison, but now he’s out. There’s a footnote a bit further down that says we can check out this adventure in the upcoming Knuckles special. My loose plan atm is to cover that on the blog once the current Knuckles story wraps up

Imagine you’re just, like, the parking attendant robot and you stumble across the most-wanted criminal on the planet

Guess who’s the last line of defence to save the day!

Tails looks on, not knowing that one day this role will be his

It’s still a short story, however, so a quick dip of some wires in the puddles does the job. Plus, it’s never a bad time to teach kids that water conducts electricity. Well, I say “kids” but I still can’t convince my parents that taking electronics in the bath is a bad idea…

We cut ahead to the next morning and things are much more amiable between Sonic and Porker, as Sonic comes to see him off on his flight up to the Floating Island. It’s nice that they let this moment just be Sonic and Porker (And Tails over there). Either the others all knew that Sonic doesn’t like too many witnesses to mushy stuff or else they aren’t out of bed yet

Porker is soft and he knows it and Sonic doesn’t want to change him! Excuse me while I wipe these rivers of tears from my eyes…!

Tails is like “Well, maybe they don’t know I’m a genius yet, but they do know I can fly this plane, because I do it in the games”

And with that, Porker is gone from the main team, but certainly not gone from the book. This is the end of an era in StC - the first real shift in the Freedom Fighters since they were established as a proper team and not just the “Everyone in Emerald Hill is kind of in it for a while and then they're not” from the early issues. It’s the whole reason I went to the effort of buying a copy of this issue myself to try to get better scans. Because, I’ll be honest, if the issue with the dodgy scans had just been another badnik-of-the-week oneshot, I probably wouldn’t have bothered. But this felt important. We don’t get too many stories that are more focused on the characters’ feelings than on bashing the baddies and since Porker is one of my faves in StC, he deserved me to at least try to share this story as it was intended to be seen

[upgradeyourkitchens]

Why Kent is the Go-To Destination for Kitchen Accessories

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A Hub for Stylish and Practical Kitchen Accessories

Kent is known for its rich history and scenic landscapes, but it’s also home to a thriving home improvement market. The variety of kitchen accessories available in Kent caters to diverse tastes and needs, whether you’re looking for space-saving gadgets or stylish decor items. Local stores and suppliers offer a wide range of options that can suit any budget, ensuring that homeowners don’t have to compromise on quality or design.

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One of the key reasons Kent stands out as a destination for kitchen accessories is the expertise of local suppliers. Many suppliers in Kent have decades of experience in the industry, which means they can offer invaluable insights into the latest trends and innovations in kitchen design. Whether you’re searching for durable kitchen tools, decorative items, or functional appliances, you can count on Kent’s suppliers to provide top-quality products.

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From high-end countertop gadgets to affordable utensils and organizers, Kent’s suppliers are known for offering great value for money. The products are designed to last, with many being made from durable materials that ensure long-term functionality. If you’re in search of quality kitchen items, Kent is the place to find them.

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By purchasing kitchen accessories in Kent, you’re not only getting access to high-quality items but also supporting local businesses. Many suppliers in Kent are family-owned or independent stores that offer a unique selection of kitchen products not found in larger, chain stores. These small businesses often provide personalized service and a curated selection of products, making the shopping experience more tailored and enjoyable.

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[meika-kuna]

The Best Kitchen Utensils in Dubai for Home Cooks and Professionals

The best kitchen utensils in Dubai cater to both home cooks and professionals, offering a wide range of tools designed for precision, durability, and style. Whether you're a passionate cook or a culinary expert, having the right utensils is essential for creating delicious dishes. In Dubai, you can find top-quality knives, measuring spoons, cutting boards, non-stick cookware, and specialty items like mandolins or graters. Brands like Le Creuset, Tefal, and Zwilling are popular for their reliable performance and long-lasting designs. From everyday essentials to professional-grade tools, these kitchen utensils make cooking easier and more enjoyable. With a variety of options available at local stores and online retailers, you can easily find the perfect utensils for your kitchen needs in Dubai.

The Essential Kitchen Utensils Every Home Cook in Dubai Needs

Dubai's diverse culinary landscape demands the right tools for every kitchen. Essential kitchen utensils in Dubai include sharp knives, high-quality spatulas, durable cutting boards, and measuring cups. Whether you're cooking traditional Emirati dishes or experimenting with global cuisines, these tools make your cooking experience smoother and more enjoyable. Investing in quality utensils ensures long-term use and better performance, making meal preparation efficient and fun. Local stores and online shops in Dubai offer a wide selection, catering to both novice and professional cooks. Choosing the right utensils can improve cooking precision and elevate your dishes, making them taste even better.

Where to Buy the Best Kitchen Utensils in Dubai: A Shopper’s Guide

Dubai offers a wide variety of options when it comes to purchasing kitchen utensils. Whether you are looking for premium utensils or budget-friendly options, the city’s malls, online platforms, and local markets have it all. Top retail giants like IKEA, Home Centre, and Carrefour carry extensive kitchen utensil collections, featuring everything from knives and peelers to specialized gadgets for specific cooking needs. For unique and designer kitchen tools, specialty stores like The One and Crate & Barrel offer high-end options. Online shopping platforms like Amazon UAE and Noon also allow for easy browsing, price comparison, and delivery, making it convenient for busy Dubai residents.

Must-Have Kitchen Utensils for Dubai’s Busy Cooks

In a fast-paced city like Dubai, busy cooks need efficient and high-quality kitchen utensils to save time and enhance their culinary skills. Must-have utensils include multi-functional tools like a mandoline slicer, garlic press, and ergonomic tongs. These tools can make meal prep quicker and easier, ensuring you spend less time cooking and more time enjoying your meals. Non-stick cookware, high-grade stainless steel pans, and heavy-duty blenders are also essential to meet the needs of every home cook in Dubai. These utensils are designed for durability, making them perfect for the heat-intensive and time-sensitive cooking styles common in Dubai kitchens.

Eco-Friendly Kitchen Utensils in Dubai: Sustainable Choices for the Conscious Cook

As sustainability becomes a growing concern, more Dubai residents are seeking eco-friendly kitchen utensils that reduce waste and promote a healthier lifestyle. Materials like bamboo, stainless steel, and silicone are popular for their durability and minimal environmental impact. Reusable kitchen wraps, compostable utensils, and biodegradable brushes are also becoming increasingly available in Dubai’s kitchenware stores. Many Dubai retailers are responding to consumer demand by offering sustainable alternatives to plastic utensils, which helps reduce the city’s carbon footprint. Choosing eco-friendly kitchen tools not only benefits the environment but also ensures that you’re using safe, non-toxic materials in your cooking process.

Top Trends in Kitchen Utensils for Dubai Cooks

Dubai’s kitchenware scene is constantly evolving, with new trends emerging that combine innovation, functionality, and aesthetics. Smart kitchen utensils, such as temperature-controlled spoons or measuring cups with built-in scales, are gaining popularity, making cooking more efficient and precise. Additionally, multi-functional gadgets that combine several tools into one, such as a 5-in-1 peeler or chopping board, are perfect for saving space and time in smaller kitchens. The demand for stylish, sleek kitchen utensils has also risen, with many Dubai residents opting for minimalist, modern designs that complement their kitchen décor. Staying on top of the latest trends ensures you can elevate your cooking game and keep your kitchen fresh and exciting.

Budget-Friendly Kitchen Utensils for Dubai Home Cooks

Not everyone wants to splurge on expensive kitchen utensils, but that doesn’t mean you have to compromise on quality. In Dubai, there are plenty of budget-friendly options available that deliver excellent performance without the high price tag. Stores like Carrefour, Lulu Hypermarket, and Union Coop offer a variety of affordable kitchen tools that cater to every budget. Whether it’s a simple silicone spatula, a basic chef’s knife, or an inexpensive pot set, you can find reliable utensils that meet your cooking needs. By opting for functional and durable kitchenware, you’ll save money without sacrificing quality, ensuring that your cooking experience is always enjoyable.

How to Organize Your Kitchen Utensils for Maximum Efficiency in Dubai?

An organized kitchen is key to cooking efficiently, especially in busy cities like Dubai where space is limited. Properly storing your kitchen utensils helps save time and keeps your cooking area neat. Drawer organizers, hanging racks, or utensil trays are great for separating and organizing your tools. Storing sharp knives safely and organizing your spoons, spatulas, and measuring cups by use ensures you’ll always have the right tool when you need it. In addition, labeling storage containers for spices, dry goods, and utensils can help minimize clutter and streamline the cooking process. With the right organization system, you can maintain a clean and functional kitchen in even the busiest homes in Dubai.

Conclusion

Whether you’re a seasoned chef or a home cook, having the right kitchen utensils is essential to achieving culinary success in Dubai. From high-quality knives and eco-friendly options to the latest trends and budget-friendly alternatives, the right tools make meal preparation easier, more efficient, and more enjoyable. With a wide selection of kitchen utensils available from both physical and online stores in Dubai, finding the perfect pieces to suit your needs has never been easier. By investing in durable, stylish, and functional utensils, you’ll enhance your cooking experience and elevate your kitchen game to new heights.

[httpsdana]

Can you do prompt 62 with Lucas paquetá when she doesn’t tell him she’s pregnant then all her friends find out before him?

Baby~Lucas Paquetá

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

first Lucas request. I hope I get more of those

does anyone have any idea why my posts are flopping😭

anyways keep sending in your requests <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

62-"is that a baby bump or have you been eating a snack child?" "shut the fuck up, he doesn't know yet!"

She was pregnant. Her and Lucas have been trying to fet a baby for a while now. And y/n find out about two weeks ago that she was finally pregnant.

She had no idea how to tell Lucas. In fact, no one knew yet excpet for her mother. Not even her closest friends.

Her baby bump was showing off slightly. If she was wearing a tight shirt or something, it would be a bit obvious if you focus. But she was able to hind it, always wearing an oversized t-shirt or one of Lucas's hoodies

Her friends were over at her house, while Lucas was training in the backyard of their house. y/n was wearing a hoodie, and it was starting to get a bit hot. So she took her hoodie off and was left in a crop top of hers

"is that a baby bump or have you been eating a snack child?" one of her friends noted out, making her eyes widen at her loud voice

"shut the fuck up, he doesn't know yet!" she whisper/yelled, making her friends gasp

"you're pregnant?" they all yelled in one voice, making y/n's face palm

Lucas heard the voice of the ladies sitting in his living room, all yelling in one voice that someone is pregnant, so he stepped inside the house and to the living room, making all eyes avert towards his direction

"who's pregnant?" he asked curiously glancing at all the girls, but then maintaining eye contact with y/n

"no on-" y/n was interrupted by the voice of one of her friends

"your wife!" she exclaimed, making y/n glare at her, before turning back to Lucas

"you're pregnant?" he asked, his voice barely above whisper as he stepped closer to his wife

She nodded slightly, not knowing if she should curse her friends for telling him or thank him for making it easy

"pregnant as in you have our baby in there?" he placed his hand on her stomach, feeling the tiny bump that made his eyes widen

"yes Lucas pregnant with a baby. with what would I be pregnant?" she asked sarcastically rolling his eyes

"oh shut up" Lucas mumbled, wrapping his arms around her waist hugging her tightly

She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he buried his face deeper into her neck

She felt something wet on her neck, making her furrow her eyebrows before removing Lucas's face from her neck

"are you crying?" she asked, noticing his slightly red eyes, and one tear that ran down his cheek

"I'm just so happy meu amor. we're having a baby!" he excalimed making her laugh

"yeah yeah we are. now go get me some chocolate from the kitche. I've been craving it all day" she said

he smiled and leaned down m, pressing his lips against hers for a moment

"I'm telling you from now. she's gonna be one tough pregnant lady" her friend said, while the others laugh

"whatever. as long as I have my food and husband with me. everything will be great"

[avengerswriter4eva]

Plaything, Part 2

Warnings: cnc/dub!con; dark!fic; dark!Wanda; mind control; use of magic during sex; heavy bdsm dynamics; fingering, oral, overstimulation, orgasm denial, edging, strap-on use; using; voyeurism; masturbation; slapping; spanking; mommy kink;

After your second shower of the day in which you tried to scorch of the residual embarrassment and arousal of Wanda having her way with you in front of Natasha, of Natasha touching herself at the sight of you, of both of you climaxing so close together in so many ways. You kept replaying it over and over again in your mind, unaware that the witch outside the door was providing the thoughts, the constant replays and the soundtrack playing on loop in your mind as you did your very best to follow her rules. You felt your legs shake as you washed yourself, your nipples immediately hardening, desperate for more attention. You were soaked and it had nothing to do with the shower or the sweat. You clenched your jaw as you washed your sensitive core, the hot water rinsing over you and leaving you trembling.

“Don’t be naughty, детка.” Wanda’s voice snapped you back to reality and you stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself securely in your towel. Wanda was waiting. She eyed you hungrily when you opened the door, a cloud of steam following your exit. You watched as she looked through your closet, picking the least offensive outfit she could find until she could take you shopping. She sat on your desk, legs swinging as she watched you discard the towel, dressing in what she had selected for you. Once dressed, she beckoned you towards her and she dried your hair, dabbing it gently with the towel before sliding her fingers through it, styling it how she liked it – kind of messy but in an organized way. She finally nodded and followed you out of the room, sidestepping gracefully as a blonde blur rushed towards you, her shoulder lowering into your stomach and propelling you off your feet. You landed with a loud thud.

“Where have you been, we missed you?” Yelena’s booming voice filled the hallway. You heard Wanda clearing her throat, and you realized the blonde was still on top of you and you sat up, finally encouraging her to disentangle herself. A hand appeared in front of you, and you followed it up the arm to see Kate smirking down at you. She helped you up and you glanced to Wanda once more who was watching you with a smirk on her face. You couldn’t tell if that was a good sign for you or not. She winked at you and gestured down the hall. She was telling you to run off with your friends. You smiled back and nodded. Kate caught you and immediately launched into a barrage of questions which you ignored by asking Yelena about Fanny, launching into a very detailed description of the blonde’s Akita.

The three of you were slightly late for dinner – a fact that did not go unnoticed. Wanda’s eyes were locked on yours from the moment you entered the room, and she cleared her throat again, catching your attention. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the chair beside hers. You nodded, sliding into the seat, which moved much closer to Wanda than seemed comfortable. You flinched when her fingernails dug into your thigh under the table. She was displeased. You turned towards her to speak, but she hissed at you, silencing you before you could get the chance. Kate was staring at you from across the table, her eyes flickering between you and Wanda. Natasha smirked at you every time she caught your eye, and every time it brought a flush to your cheek – a fact that Kate also seemed to notice. Yelena, as usual, was oblivious, talking Natasha’s other side to death about something. The guys were mostly quiet – strangely – probably because Sam was on a mission.

Wanda was the first to finish her meal, and she stood behind your chair waiting. Kate looked at you curiously, but you stood anyway, wiping your mouth and taking a final sip of your water. You both said your goodbyes and you followed Wanda out of the kitchen, down the hall and to the elevator. She pushed the button for your floor and you both waited in silence. When the doors slid open, she gestured you to walk ahead of her to your room. She sighed in exasperation when you fumbled with your keys, waving her hand and pushing the door open. It closed with a bang behind her, and you heard the lock click.

“No one’s going to interrupt us tonight, детка. You made mommy angry.” You blinked as she cornered you against the wall beside the door, her hand putting pressure against your throat. She squeezed harder as she leaned forward, her cheek brushing against yours as she inhaled deeply. “You smell like them,” she murmured, her accent once again prominent. “And you made me wait for you. Made me worry for you.” You squirmed beneath her grasp, watching as her eyes went from green to red with little to no hesitation. She pulled back, eyeing you and her head tilted to the side. It was terrifying.

“I’m sorry mommy,” you gasped with the air she allowed you. She loosened her grip slightly, your feet once again making contact with the ground.

“Sorry isn’t going to be good enough, детка,” Wanda growled, flicking her wrist and removing your shirt and bra without a single word. She moaned at the sight of you, a sound that immediately ignited a fire deep inside your abdomen. She pressed her body against yours, holding you between the wall and her, her cool fingers sliding over the exposed skin of your stomach, her teeth tugging on your earlobe as she practically grunted against you, her hands cupping and squeezing your breasts hard. You took advantage of your open mouth as you moaned, invading it with her tongue and claiming you immediately. “Now all you have to do is help mommy feel good, let her vent some frustration. Can you do that for me, baby?” Her mouth was smashed against yours before you could answer but she didn’t need any further encouragement. Wanda’s hands were under your thighs lifting them up, helping you wrap them around her waist, pushing up against you eagerly.

“Mommy, please,” you groaned as the hem of your jeans rubbed against you. You were uncomfortably wet, and you had no reason to believe she didn’t know it. Wanda’s chuckle was evil and gave you goose bumps.

“This isn’t about you, детка.” She murmured, raking her nails across your lower back as she pressed against you, her hands moving up your arms, pinning your hands beside your head as she nipped and sucked across your neck. “You caused this. And I’m going to use you to fix it.” She suddenly let go of your hands and you clung to her as she shifted positions, walking you back towards the bed still wrapped around her waist. She tossed you onto the bed, following immediately afterwards, her mouth once more attaching to yours as she straddled your waist. She broke apart and you got goose bumps from the sudden chill as she sat up, yanking her shirt over her head. You stared up at the lace of her bra as she stared down at you, grinding her hips against your waist. Your hands moved automatically to grab her hips and she chuckled; your hands immediately immobile above your head. She unclipped her bra as you watched, lowering it over her shoulders, her lower lip catching between your teeth as you did everything in your power not to drool.

She reached down, unfastening your jeans, slapping your hip to encourage you to lift up enough for her to take them off of you. You squirmed when her fingernails dug into the sensitive skin on your thighs, spreading your legs apart. She kicked your jeans the rest of the way off. Wanda flicked her wrist and the rest of her clothes were gone as well and your back arched off of the bed when you felt her core against yours as she rode you. Her hands roughly cupped your breasts again, kneading them, her fingernails leaving indentations in the skin as her head fell back. You realized in sudden horror that you were plummeting towards the edge faster than you had intended.

“Mommy please,” you groaned, your muscles clenching beneath her. All of a sudden Wanda was gone, and the feeling immediately subsided. Wanda’s magic stretched your hands further above your head and suddenly she was hovering over you, forcing your mouth open with her hand before lowering her dripping center over your mouth.

“Make mommy feel good, детка.” She groaned as your tongue went to work, tasting the mixture of both of you all over her, driving you insane. You moved your hips but Wanda caught you, her magic pinning you to the bed as she rode your mouth. One of her hands gripped both of yours tight against the headboard. The other was tangled in your hair as she moved her hips rhythmically against your mouth, grunting against you as you brought her closer to the edge. “Just like that, baby,” she panted, glancing down at you briefly before her head fell back again as you found a new, sensitive place to suck. She flooded your mouth a moment later, her hips still rocking against you as she rode out her high, her legs clenching against your cheeks as she trembled above you.

“Such a good girl,” she praised you as she lowered her body back down against yours, her tongue cleaning your mouth of her own orgasm. You jerked when her fingers found their way down, tracing circles around your clit. You couldn’t tell but it felt like she was using her magic on you as well. Her fingers felt unnaturally warm and were pulsing in a way that didn’t seem normal. Her fingers sped up and you felt your muscles clenching all through your lower body as she brought you close to the edge again, only to pull away. “Turn over, детка.” Suddenly you were released from the red tendrils holding you still and you glanced back in time to see Wanda fastening a seemingly large strap-on around her hips. You tensed as you felt her nudge the tip against your entrance, then squealed unintentionally when her hand came down on your ass hard. “Count for me, baby,” she ordered. You stifled the moan as you felt tears spring to your eyes.

“One, mommy.” You murmured, lowering your head into the pillow as Wanda pushed all the way into you at once, not giving you any time to adjust before grinding her hips into your ass, her other hand coming down with an equally loud slap on the other cheek. “Two, mommy,” You groaned. Wanda’s hand came down hard on the side of your hip this time, catching you off guard and forcing you to jump back against her, pushing her even deeper.

“Such a needy little whore, aren’t you?” Wanda purred, her hand coming down on your ass again before you heard her chuckling. She grabbed your hips, pulling you further back against her as she moved her hips in slow circles. “You didn’t count, детка. We start over now.” Wanda’s hand came down against your ass again hard, hitting the same place for the second or third time. “Count,” she ordered, her voice little more than a growl.

“One, mommy.” You murmured as she moved inside you, pushing your limits with each thrust. She reached around you this time, rubbing around your clit, her other hand scratching down your back as she moved relentlessly. You jerked in response to her touch, forcing the toy in even deeper. Wanda’s other hand tangled in your hair, jerking your head back as you gasped for her desperately. Right before crashing over the edge, she removed her fingers again, her hand coming down hard on your ass again.

“Two, mommy,” you whimpered, clenching around the toy as she buried it inside of you deeply again and again. You felt your abdomen clenching again in response to the consistent movement of her hips and right on cue, Wanda pulled the toy out of you, leaving you feeling empty. She slapped your thighs and you spread your legs even wider as she slid beneath you, pulling you down onto her mouth. When she spoke, it vibrated against your clit, making you twitch against her helplessly. “Do you want to cum, baby?” She murmured, her tongue exerting the exact right amount of pressure on your clit to drive you crazy but not to grant you release. You whined loudly when she moved away from you. “Answer me, or you won’t cum for a week, детка.” She warned. You ached at the thought of going so long without her touch.

“Mommy please,” you whined, arching into her mouth as much as you were able. To your surprise she let you.

“Cum for me, baby,” the witch purred, pulling you over the edge, her tongue prolonging the desperate ache expertly as she coaxed every last drop out of you that she could. “That’s not enough,” Wanda murmured, her finger trailing through your damp folds. She grabbed you by the hips, pulling you back down onto her strap in a single motion, slapping your face harshly when you nearly choked at the sensation. “Stay with me, baby,” Wanda ordered. Your eyes widened when her fist closed around your throat as she began thrusting her hips into you, digging in deeper with every movement. It took mere minutes before you were falling apart again, slumping against her chest as she rocked you, her toy still buried inside of you. She let you rest for a moment before pulling back, cupping your face in her hands. “You need to clean mommy up, you made a mess baby.” You nodded as Wanda laid back on the bed, gesturing for you to follow. She pushed your head down between her legs, immediately moving her hips when your tongue made contact, grinding against you.

You moaned into her at the sight of her so close to falling apart beneath you – because of you. The vibrations of your sounds moved through her and Wanda gasped, gripping your hair tighter. “You’re going to make more of a mess, детка,” she groaned, her hips moving in tandem with your mouth, getting her always closer to the edge. Her release flooded you unexpectedly, and she held you tight against her, sucking gently as her clit throbbed and spasmed in your mouth. After a few moments she pushed you away before tugging you forward, wrapping her arm around you and pulling you close. “You did so good, baby,” she murmured against your hairline as she kissed your head, resting her cheek against the top of your head. Her next sentence, however, took you by surprise.

“I think it’s time to see what Natasha can make you do.”

[missluckycharms]

walking in on bestfriend!h (he’s my weakness)

This was longer than I expected…😶

“Harry! Where did you put my-“

The door to Harry’s room swinging open is what has him jumping in his bed, tugging his covers over his bare legs and waist as Y/N stands in his doorway, looking at him wide eyed as she immediately blushes pink, not knowing what to say or do in this exact moment.

“I’m sorry! Oh god! I thought you were working!” She finally shields her eyes, panicking as Harry tries to slow down his heart rate that shot up through the roof at her sudden entrance.

“Y/N, it’s okay. Calm down.” He laughs out, now covered over completely to hide his crotch that was on show when she walked in, his breathing still heavy from the moans he was emitting into what he thought was their empty apartment.

“I- shit, this is so- oh god!” She groans, finally opening her eyes to see Harry now fully covered, looking at her with an amused smile as she blushes harder under his gaze.

“You were-“

“Yep.”

“Were you cl-“

“Yep.”

She bites back a laugh, looking at Harry who’s calmly looking back at her, the pair not knowing what to say or do as the silence over takes them, mocking them as they try and think up of what to say to one another now.

“Well, don’t stop because of me … I’ll be in the kitch-“

“You want to leave?” He asks, knowing fully well Y/N is a curious girl and her eyes lingered for far too long on his bare cock when she walked in, she was curious and he knows this — she’s shit at hiding her emotions from him.

She looks at him, shaking her head slowly as he smiles, nodding for her to sit beside him on his bed, the covers all messed up and his laptop now turned off as he moves it out of her way. She’s nervous, of course she is! But she’s also curious as to what he looks like, what his cock looks like and what he sounds like.

“No need to be nervous, just me, yeah?” He reassures her softly, her body moving a little closer to him as she looks at him all wide eyed and curious — his cock twitches at this, she looks so eager.

“What will I do with you, huh? Curious little Bambi.” He sighs out, her eyes dropping down to where his hand is moving under his covers, his chuckle low when she whines at not being able to see.

“Y’want to see? Hmm?” He asks, she nods quickly, sitting up more to lean over to see his hand move again under the covers, a small moan leaving his lips which has her looking at him to see his face.

“Christ, you’re gonna kill me.” He sighs to himself, taking down the covers to finally show off his cock, his hand still wrapped around it as he slowly pumps it, looking at her face that’s laced with curiosity and wonder.

“It’s pretty.” She mumbles, looking down at how the top glistens with pre cum, it’s pink and soft looking as he strokes over it lazily, making more pre cum blurt out at the action.

He moans at her words, throwing his head back as his other hand fists through his own hair, looking at her as she runs her eyes all over his body, landing on his eyes that are burning into hers.

“Does it feel good?” She asks, mouth slightly parted as she watches him flutter his eyes shut in pleasure, soft moans escaping his parted lips as she bites her bottom lip at the sight, her own thighs clenching away she feels herself getting wetter at the sight of him.

“So good, fuckin’ hell.” He moans, hand fastening a little as he squeezes and tugs himself, starving off the orgasm that was rushing his way, he wants this moment to last as long as he can.

“C-can I … try?” She asks nervously, her own hand sitting on his thigh as he looks at her with hooded eyes, nearly coming at her question.

“Y’want to touch me Bambi? Make me feel good?” He asks, she nods with wide eyes and her lip trapped between her teeth.

“Really want to, please, can I?” He nearly comes at her desperate tone, her lips parted as he guides her hand to his cock, his large hand over hers as he helps her.

“That’s it, atta girl … fuck.” He sighs out, letting her hand go as she takes over by herself, squeezing him around the tip and sliding her hand over his cock softly, letting his own pre cum slick it up, emitting sounds into the room that has his head spinning.

“Mess me up a little Bambi, that’s it.” He moans loudly, watching as she dribbles some spit down onto his cock, her hand gliding it all over when she’s done, her own moan escaping at how wet and pretty it looks.

“Am I doing good?” She asks, he immediately lets out a loud moan again at this, he’s never been this vocal with anyone in bed, but it’s just something about her that has him wanting to let go of all his self control and bask in the pleasure she’s giving him.

“Is that what you want? Me to tell you how much of a good girl you are? How good you’re making me feel? How much I want to come all over that pretty hand of yours?” He asks, filthy spewing from his mouth as she rubs her thighs together at the sound of each word escaping his lips.

“Y’gonna kill me Bambi, so fuckin’ perfect, gonna make me spill all over that hand, mess you up.” He moans, his tummy warming with pleasure as he feels himself nearing his edge.

“Want to see it, please?” She asks and he immediately comes at that, ropes spilling out onto her hand as she smiles, stroking him through it as he moans uncontrollably, coming harder than he ever has before.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He pants out a laugh, coming down from his high as she finishes him with one more stroke, bringing her hand up to her mouth to taste his come as he watches with a low moan.

“Tastes good.” She smiles shyly.

Harry nearly passes out at the action, his head spinning as he watches her intently as she cleans herself up, licking every last drop as if it was a life line for her.

“You’re somethin’ else Bambi, fuckin’ hell.”

[fqreverwinter]

“starry-eyed”

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relationship: tobey!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: you just want a glass of water, but peter doesn’t want to let you out of his arms.

warnings: descriptions of making out but no nsfw, just mostly fluff bc omg <3

word count: 1k

notes: this was requested by @r0bynsblogins! it’s so sweet i thought i was gonna cry. hope you enjoy!!

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“Peter, stop,” you muttered through giggles, fighting his grabbing hands. “I need a drink.”

“No, don’t leave me,” he responded with a pout, pulling you back into his arms. You laughed as you fell against his chest. Your desperate fight was no match for his enhanced strength, so you just gave in.

“You’re killing me. I’m gonna be dehydrated.”

“You’ll live.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, to which he replied with a laugh. Peter leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips. You laughed against him as he climbed on top of you.

The entire night had been this way. Ever since you got home from class, Peter clung to you. You had no idea why he was acting this way. It wasn’t unusual for him to want to be sweet and hold you all night, but he was never this bad.

It’s not like you were complaining, either. You were just as smitten with Peter as he was with you. You two had been dating steadily for almost a year now, but you still felt like two high school kids in their first real relationship.

Tonight, Peter’s affection of choice was kisses. Yesterday, it was cuddling. The day before, it was holding your hand. He picked a new way to show how much he loved you every day. You thought it was sweet, but you also just wanted a glass of water.

It was the fourth time that night that Peter was on top of you, placing soft but loving kisses on your lips. Making out with him was so much better compared to other boyfriends. In the past, these types of kisses usually meant something heavier and resulted in a night in the sheets. Sure, you and Peter had your nights, but to him, this was more of a way of telling you how much he loved you without words.

He bit your lip playfully as you tangled your fingers in his messy brown hair. He pulled away from you, his blue eyes bright and starry and a goofy smile on his face. You giggled as he stared at you.

“What’s up, honey?” you said with a smile.

“Nothin’. Just admiring you.”

“Aw,” you giggled, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “You’re too cute.”

“I just love you,” Peter said, grinning wide. “You’re so pretty.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah-huh!” he shouted, leaning down and kissing you again. It didn’t last as long this time, but he still managed to slip his tongue between your lips. When he pulled away, you laughed again.

“There! There it is.”

“There what is?”

“That face,” Peter began. “Every time I kiss you, you laugh and do that cute little smile. Then your cheeks turn all rosy and your eyes light up.”

“Do they?” you asked, still laughing.

“Mhm. You look so beautiful when that happens. I mean, you always look beautiful but when I kiss you, you’re just extra beautiful.”

“Pete, you sound like a little kid.”

“So what? No one else is around.”

You groaned, “Can I please go get some water?”

“No,” he said with a smug grin. You pouted, but he took it as an opportunity to kiss you again.

You wanted to protest, but you just loved the feeling of being kissed by him. Peter pushed his body against yours, shifting his weight from his forearms. He grabbed your hands and interlaced your fingers, careful not to break your connection. You hummed happily as he moved his lips from your lips to your neck, peppering soft kisses along your skin.

You released his hands and wrapped your arms around him, flipping over so that he was below you. He laughed as you bent down and kissed him again, taking his upper lip between your teeth. But you took this new position as an opportunity to jump off the bed.

“Haha! I win!” you taunted, skipping towards the door.

“No!” Peter shouted with a frown.

You gave him an innocent smile before walking out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. Suddenly, you felt something latch onto your wrist and you were pulled back into the bedroom and into Peter’s arms.

“Hey!” you yelped as he laughed. You pulled the webs off of your arm and pushed him away.

“That’s cheating! You can’t use webs!”

“I wasn’t aware that was a rule,” he teased, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“It goes unspoken. I don’t have cool superpowers like you, so you can’t use them against me. They’re for fighting bad guys, not your girlfriend.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”

“You’ll be sorry when I pass out from dehydration.”

“Just five more minutes? Then I’ll get up and get you a drink.”

“I just want some water, baby. I’m not gonna leave you.”

“Okay. But five more minutes.”

You sighed and nuzzled into his chest. Peter donned a triumphant grin as he pulled you close.

“I love you so much,” he muttered into your hair.

“I love you, too, needy boy.”

“Can I see that face again?” he asked.

You furrowed your brows, “What face?”

He leaned down and kissed you again. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he pushed on top of you again. This time, he kept his hands against the bed so you couldn’t push him over again. One hand went to your cheek as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

Peter softly but your lip as you gasped, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You giggled as his hand slid down your face and to your waist, pulling your body to his. A heated blush rose on your cheeks as he pulled away, gazing into your eyes. His pupils were blown wide as he smiled. You couldn’t help but make that same small laugh.

He chuckled, “Starry-eyed girl. My starry-eyed girl. You’re always so beautiful.”

“Stop, Pete,” you giggled, moving your hands to drape over his shoulders.

“I just wanna kiss you forever. I’ll never get sick of it.”

“Clearly,” you joked with a big smile. He leaned down and gave you a chaste kiss, laughing against your lips.

“Water in your little pink mug?” he asked, hovering over you.

“Finally!” you said with a smile.

[ssserpensortiaaa]

Pairing: Remus Lupin / Sirius Black

Tags: Fluff, Christmas, Getting-together / Reunion, Bedsharing, sexual tension, feels 🎄

Summary:

“Sirius.” James’s voice brought him back to earth.

“You’re pining harder than the christmas tree.”

Shit. He dragged his gaze from Remus.

“Uh, no I’m not.” It wasn’t his finest hour.

“Yeah, sure - why do you think I put you both in the guest room?”

Sirius blinked. “What?”

James looked at him like he was an idiot. In all honesty, he probably was.

"There's only one bed."

Read on A03 or under the cut

Sirius’s boots crunched on fresh snow. It was an inch or so deep, just enough to cover the path in front of him. Not that it mattered; the house was lit up so brightly he could have found it a mile away.

The Potter household always glowed at Christmas. Whether it was from the fairy lights and the candles that lit it top to bottom or something entirely different and more magical, Sirius wasn’t sure. But it was safe and cosy and home. A fixed point in a timeline that was otherwise spinning out.

Crack.

The sound of someone apparating directly behind him made Sirius’ muscle memory kick into action before his brain. He spun, wand in his hand and jabbing into the intruder’s waist before his mind could catch up.

“Ah, fuck.”

Sirius blinked. He knew that face, even in the blue dusk. Would know it in the dark.

A nose dusted with light freckles poked out above a woolly scarf. There was the familiar white scar trailing along his pale skin, and amber eyes that were already trained on him and glimmering in the half light.

“Remus” He breathed.

“Well, your reflexes have certainly got better.”

Fuck, he’d forgotten how Remus could give him half a compliment and make his brain go dumb.

Sirius choked out a noise and dropped his wand, shoving it back in his pocket.

“Sorry.”

Remus made a noise. “No, I’m sorry. This was supposed to be a surprise.”

“It is.” Sirius was still stupid from the shock of it all, but Remus smiled at him like he’d said something witty.

“I know, just…” He waved a hand. “James had a whole thing planned.”

Sirius knew he should say something, but Remus was looking at him and smiling and it was sending all of the words out of his brain except--

“’S good to see you.”

That little dimple formed in the corner of his cheek.

“You too, Sirius.”

He should hug him. Fuck, he should do it right now. It was okay, right? To hug his best friend…

Remus had his arms wrapped around him before Sirius could spin out.

There was snow on his coat and Sirius was bulky with layers of cosy clothes but Remus’s arms fit around him just fine. The sudden proximity and that familiar smell of his cologne seemed to finally make Sirius’ brain process the information that Remus was home.

For a second he thought he might cry. Instead he threw his arms around Remus tightly.

He heard a muffled laugh.

“You’re okay?” He asked the question without letting go. Sirius didn’t intend to let go until he was forced to.

“I’m okay.”

Suddenly every other question melted away. He was here. He was okay.

That was all Sirius needed to know.

“Oi!”

James’ voice made them jump.

“No secret outside reunions, thank you!”

He heard Remus laugh and was pretty sure he’d just flipped James off, but his head was still kind of woozy and dumb.

“C’mon. Let’s get inside before James births a kitten.”

James was gesturing wildly towards the house, but all Sirius could focus on was the hand Remus had put on the small of his back.

-

The next few minutes were a stream of bear hugs and shouts and ‘how are you?’s as the Potter family swirled around them. Fleamont clapped him on the back with a hearty ‘hullo there, son’ and he’d never been anywhere that felt so much like home.

Somehow Sirius managed to shuck all of his outside layers, toe off his shoes and drop an armful of presents under the tree before James and Euphemia were taking drink orders and Lily was guiding him towards the living room.

He watched Fleamont and Remus take off to the kitchen to talk roast potatoes (his favourite food besides chocolate) and felt a tug in his chest.

“So” Lily settled into an armchair, tucking her feet under her and leaning in - Sirius knew that expression. He dropped to the sofa next to her.

“Looks like your boyfriend’s back.”

His cheeks flooded with heat. “We’re not--well he’s not yet--I--”

Lily laughed and interrupted his blustering. “Yeah okay, sure.”

Sirius made a guilty sweep of the room; they wouldn’t be overheard by anyone except the cat dozing by the fire.

He lowered his voice anyway. Mittens was a tricky creature.

“What if he’s changed his mind?”

Lily shook her head. “He hasn’t.”

Sirius’s stomach fluttered. “How can you know that?”

In his heart, he’d known Lily would say that, but he wanted to hear it anyway. The night he’d told her what happened before Remus left she’d almost combusted with happiness.

“Because I know him.” She spoke in that matter-of-fact way that always set Sirius at ease. “And because I’m Lily Evans, and I just know things.”

“Not for long, Mrs. Potter.” James winked, leaning down to plant a glass of wine in her hand and kissing the top of her head.

“Good point.” Sirius said, feeling his chest lighten. “When you marry James you’ll officially become insane.”

“Insane-ly happy.” James corrected, throwing himself down on the floor so he could fuss over the cat.

Lily rolled her eyes. “Oh! That reminds me…” She beckoned Sirius in closer and whispered mischievously.

“Maybe we can make it a double wedding...”

“What are you two whispering about?”

Sirius choked at the sight of Remus walking in from the kitchen, two hot cups of cider in his hands.

“Wedding plans.” Lily said, without missing a beat.

“Yeah.” Sirius got out, barely, as images of Remus at the end of an aisle flooded his mind. “Wedding.”

“Alright.” Remus hummed, sitting down next to Sirius.

The cushion dipped with his weight and Sirius let his feet slip under Remus’s warm thighs just a little. Old habits.

Remus smiled and pressed one of the warm mugs into his hands, lingering there comfortably. “Here. Careful.”

Sirius felt warm all over as he sipped the cider. Remus was back.

He knew he shouldn’t think about it too much. He had a whole dinner to get through, and present opening and--

“Shit.” He cursed, only to be reprimanded by a sharp “language, Sirius!” from Mrs Potter in the other room.

“Sorry, Ma!” He called back to her.

“What is it?” James asked.

Sirius huffed. “I forgot Remus’s present, didn’t I?”

James slapped a hand to his face. “Course you did, I didn’t tell you he was coming.”

“So what you’re saying is, this is your fault.”

“Well, I’m sure you can make it up to him.” Sirius caught Lily’s smirk in the corner of his eye and chose to ignore it.

“Uh, not my fault, per se--” James protested.

“Guys” Remus interrupted in that calm, confident tone Sirius had missed beyond belief. “I think I’ll live.”

“Dinner!” Fleamont called in the next second, spurring a cheer from James.

“Coming!” He and Lily both jumped up, leaping out of the room before Sirius could even haul himself from the sofa.

Remus stood and held out his hand.

It was warm, and he tugged Sirius up with ease, leaving him standing very close, looking up with a deep ache in his chest.

Sirius fully intended on saying something meaningful and deep, but instead he was hit in the face by a realisation, and all he said was;

“Didn’t I give you that jumper?”

Remus’s smile almost lifted him clean off the ground. “Yeah.”

It was a bright red number with a white pattern and ‘merry christmas’ written across the front. Sirius had bought it two sizes too big, one because he knew Remus liked his jumpers to swamp him, and two because he liked to pretend it was his and Remus was borrowing it.

But that had been five years ago, and now it didn’t swamp him at all. It fit comfortably across his chest, and rolled up at the sleeves to reveal two slightly tanned forearms.

“This is nice.” Remus reached out to touch the fabric of Sirius’ cardigan.

He could have kissed him right there.

“Remus...”

Sirius didn’t know how to say it but Remus seemed to pick up on his tone anyway.

“I know.” He said, softly.

“We…” Sirius bit his lip. “We have a lot to talk about.”

Remus nodded. “We do. We will.”

“Get in here you two!” James called.

Sirius was pretty sure his frustration was painted on his face because Remus chuckled and ran a hand along his arm. “Patience, yeah? C’mon let’s go.”

--

They sat next to each other at the dinner table and Sirius tried to let himself be pulled back into that warm glow. The Potters complementing each other on the food, updates from Lily and James about their wedding plans, questions from Euphemia about everyone’s wellbeing.

These moments were precious to Sirius, and he tried to press them deep into his memory; a well of positivity for him to draw on when he needed to.

All through dinner, Remus didn’t give much away. But he joked and reminisced, and Sirius held on to each little piece of evidence that he was happy and okay.

He knew he couldn’t ask, yet. Knew James enacted a strict policy to avoid all talk of The Order and politics at his parent’s house.

Sirius understood that. Fleamont and Euphemia were about the most precious human beings he had ever known. Somehow he didn’t want to bring the war to their dinner table. In fact, he wanted, more than anything, to keep them safe. To keep Remus safe. To never let him go off on one of Dumbledore’s missions again.

When he started frowning at his potatoes Remus had leaned over and whispered ‘hey, patience’, then slipped a hand on his thigh and squeezed.

Sirius was immediately suffering torture of another kind.

He’d turned to him and almost growled. “That doesn’t inspire patience.”

“Okay then.” Remus had smirked, and slid his hand away.

Sirius had huffed. He hadn’t thought that one through.

They’d cleared the plates together, Sirius insisting, since he’d had no part in helping with the cooking.

For a few precious moments they’d been alone in the kitchen while the others migrated to the living room.

It was that precise moment that Remus had the audacity to remove his jumper.

The white t-shirt underneath had ridden up, revealing creamy skin and defined muscle.

Remus had taken one look at him and laughed. “Okay there, Black?”

Sirius had just shook his head and stared shamelessly.

Remus had laughed harder, cupping either side of his face and saying earnestly. “You’re gonna make it. I know you are.”

Sirius had huffed. “Well I’m glad one of us is finding this funny.”

At that Remus had wrapped an arm around him and murmured into the top of his head.

“Trust me, I’m right there with you.”

Sirius had fisted a hand in his t-shirt before he could stop himself, and then almost immediately jumped away as he heard footsteps in the hallway.

Deep breaths.

Now he was looking at Remus from across the living room. Wrapping paper littered the floor, after presents had been duly exchanged and ripped open.

He was so lucky. So fortunate to have this family around him.

Euphemia had almost cried at the photo album he’d made for her. And James had given him a set of leather quidditch gloves he’d been after for years, with the promise they could play a game in the garden tomorrow.

Remus had received a book (among other things) from the Potters, and he now sat with his long legs slung across his armchair reading it.

Sirius loved the way Remus read. It was like he forgot about the rest of his body, forgot about everything around him. There was a stray curl falling over his eyes and Sirius wanted nothing more than to walk over there and touch it. Wanted to fold into his arms and be the thing he gave his undivided attention to like that.

He could only imagine how it would feel to have Remus study every inch of him with the intensity he was studying that page with.

He knew he shouldn’t think about it, knew he shouldn’t get swept up, but his mind was already rolling the memory like an old tape...

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He’d been a state. Walking up to Remus’s front door and then back again about five times before he got the guts to knock.

And then when he’d seen Remus’s face there, trunk in hand, he’d just choked.

Maybe being there at 6am had already said enough, but he’d barely been able to string together a sentence.

“I couldn’t let you leave without--I just need you to know--”

It had been Remus that had kissed him. Pulled him in by the waist and planted his lips on his decidedly and--just fucking incredibly.

Sirius probably would have toppled over if it hadn’t been for Remus’s arms around him. He’d just kissed back, half his weight lilting into Remus like he was drunk.

Remus hadn’t cared. Just held him tighter.

And then he’d been inside, and they’d been exchanging words that came out in rushes and were punctuated by long, deep kisses. ‘I’ve wanted to do that for so long.’ ‘Me too. So fucking long.’ ‘God you’re gorgeous. Don’t think I can stop.’

And Sirius’ back had been pressed into the wall while Remus was pressed to his front and he never wanted to move.

‘I have to go’ Remus had panted eventually, and Sirius had whined and shaken his head.

‘Should have done this so much sooner.’ He’d said sadly, drawing away with a pained look and holding Sirius’s face by the chin. ‘I’ll be back for you.’

Sirius had felt tears well hot in his eyes.

‘Remus I-”

He tried so hard, but he couldn’t say it. Not like this.

Not when it would make Remus leaving almost impossible.

‘I know.’ Remus had said, shakily. ‘I know. Me too.’

It was impossible anyway.

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“Sirius.” James’s voice brought him back to earth. “You’re pining harder than the christmas tree.”

Shit. He dragged his gaze from Remus.

“Uh, no I’m not.” It wasn’t his finest hour.

“Yeah, well, why do you think I put you both in the guest room?”

Sirius blinked. “What?”

James looked at him like he was an idiot. In all honesty, he probably was.

“There’s only one bed.”

His eyes went wide. “Oh.”

James just laughed. “You’re welcome.”

With that, he stretched his arms up and gave a loud, exaggerated yawn.

“Right chaps,” He announced to the room at large. “I’m off to bed.”

Just as Sirius knew he’d planned, it started a chain reaction.

Plates and glasses were cleared, wrapping paper was balled up and thrown away, presents sorted and piled into everyone’s arms. Euphemia and Fleamont started giving instructions about spare towels and bathrooms and toothbrushes. And Sirius just stood there, heart racing at the impending scene.

“We’d have put you in your room, Sirius, but there’s an awful boggart in there James was supposed to sort out.” Ephemia scowled jokingly at her son.

“I tried!” James protested, winking at Sirius. “He’s a tricky bugger.”

“You’ll be okay in the guest room with Remus, won’t you?” The lines round Euphemia’s eyes crinkled.

Sirius’s gaze flicked to Remus. He was watching the exchange with an unreadable expression.

“Yeah.” He managed. “Yeah, course.”

Euphemia patted him on the arm. “Good. Good. Don’t forget to brush your teeth.”

Sirius smiled and wrapped an arm around her. “Course I won’t, ma. Sleep well.”

She kissed him on the cheek. “You too, son.”

With that, hugs were exchanged in just about every combination possible. Sirius made the rest of his rounds, wishing everyone goodnight and thanking them for all the presents; Fleamont, James, Lily.

Only, he didn’t need to hug Remus goodnight. Remus was coming to bed with him.

Their eyes met as everyone finally made their way upstairs and they were left alone.

Sirius wasn’t sure where it had come from, but he was pretty sure Remus was reading the abject terror in his eyes about as easily as his book earlier.

“M’gonna make a cup of tea.” Remus murmured gently. “Want one?”

Tea. Remus never had an important conversation without the presence of tea.

“Yeah.” Sirius breathed. “Please.”

“‘Kay. Meet you in bed?” Remus said it like it was nothing, but Sirius’s heart almost flipped out of his chest.

He must have nodded a little too enthusiastically because Remus’s eyes crinkled up as he laughed softly.

“Go on, then.”

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Two minutes later Sirius was debating everything. He hadn’t brought pyjamas - he usually slept naked, but that was definitely not on the table right now.

So what, stay dressed completely? He’d have to take his jeans off eventually, there was no way he could sleep in those. And wouldn’t it be worse if he did it in front of Remus?

He was halfway out of his jeans when he started pulling them up again. There were two chairs in the room. What if Remus sat in one of the chairs and Sirius was just there in his boxers and tshirt?

Meet you in bed, Remus had said though.

Sirius started taking his jeans off again.

Boxers and a tshirt. That was an acceptable thing to sleep in right?

He hovered for so long that he was still standing there when Remus nudged open the door.

Fuck.

“Hey.” Remus said softly, as he toed the door closed and looked up.

There was no mistaking the way Remus looked him up and down.

“God, that’s nice.” He murmured, almost to himself.

Warm relief spread through Sirius’s chest. “Yeah?”

Remus gave him a look, as if to say ‘duh’.

“Get in bed, you.”

Sirius obliged.

Remus handed him the warm mug, and set his own down on the bedside table.

His hands went to his belt, quickly unbuckling it and messing with the button at his trousers.

Sirius didn’t bother to look away. Couldn’t if he tried.

Remus slipped his jeans down his thighs and Sirius’s fingers twitched.

Then Remus was sliding in next to him and he could feel his heat.

“So.” He said “Where do you want to start?”

Sirius swallowed, suddenly realising the wealth of questions in his head.

“Are you really okay?”

Remus nodded. “Yes.”

Okay. That was good. Next.

“Are you back for good?”

Remus nodded again. “Yes. Not gonna leave unless you want me to.”

“I don’t.” Sirius said quickly.

“Good.”

The next question was the big one.

“Remus, what happened?” He tried to keep the pain out of his voice. “You were gone for months. And I didn’t hear--” Sirius cut himself off, all too aware of the whine that was creeping into his voice.

“I know. I’m sorry. I wish we’d had more time after...” He hesitated. “...after we said goodbye.”

“Me too.” Sirius breathed, waiting.

“I went to the mountains. Found a pack. They were--” Remus paused. “It was a different way of living.”

Sirius watched for any sign of pain on his face.

“They were all about nature. Protecting the cycle of life, keeping the environment sacred. That sort of thing.” Remus took a breath. “There was no one around us for - I don’t even know, hundreds of miles at least.”

“Wow.” Sirius breathed.

“Yeah.” Remus said. “But it was beautiful. Kind of, freeing. What I was, what we were...it felt, okay, to be like that there. Natural, almost.”

Sirius felt his heart pick up. “You wanted to stay?”

Remus shook his head. “No. No I thought about you every day, Sirius. I wanted to come home.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought about you every day too.”

Remus took his hand, then.

“Sirius, they didn’t join the cause.” A flicker of pain passed across his face and Sirius wanted to kiss it right off. “I tried everything I could think of, everything Dumbledore and I talked about. But that kind of violence it’s just...the exact opposite of what they stand for.”

Sirius squeezed his hand. “S’okay Remus.”

“They agreed not to join him, and I believe them. But I feel-” Remus looked up at him, eyes watery. “Sirius--I failed.”

“Oh.” Sirius shook his head, plopping down his cup of tea and wrapping Remus up in his arms before he could stop himself. “No, baby, you didn’t. No.”

He felt Remus shutter. Felt his body relax into his hold. Warmth growing between them.

He buried his face in Remus’s messy curls. Breathed in his scent.

“God, I missed you.”

Remus shifted and looked up at him, eyes wide.

“I shouldn’t have left you, Sirius.”

Sirius tutted. “Re, you had to.”

“And it was all for nothing.”

Sirius smoothed a curl away from his face. “No, Re, it wasn’t.”

“I spent every day wishing I could kiss you.”

Sirius shuttered. “Remus, you can kiss me.”

Remus had shifted up and grabbed his face in an instant, and suddenly his warm lips were on his, pushing, begging for more.

Their legs were tangling together, hips rocking into eachother as Remus wound his hand in Sirius’s hair, pulled him closer, closer.

“Fuck.” Sirius panted. “Okay, now never stop.”

Remus laughed, barely pulling his lips away. “Don’t think I can."

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Pretenses Part Five (Louis x Reader)

Summary: Louis is a spoiled prince and you are a clumsy maid. Prince! Louis x Canine!Dog! Reader.

Warning: NSFW (+18)

Despite Louis’ outwardly composed nature, inside he was in full blown panic mode.

He had just finished up yet another uneventful dinner with his father and his future bride; now it was time to return to his chambers. His chambers he hadn’t been in since this morning. His chambers where he was currently holding you hostage.

Louis stood in front of his door for who knows how long before finally opening it with great hesitation, preparing himself for your angry, perhaps even violent response. Instead he was greeted with.... silence. You were on the bed where he’d left you, sound asleep.

Louis couldn’t help the relieved flutter of his tail at the sight of your sleeping form.

You had curled under the covers, probably to keep warm in the cold air of his chambers, your form rising and falling peacefully as you snoozed. Louis approached you slowly, checking to make sure you were actually asleep before his hands flew to throw off his royal regalia.

Once free from the confines of his complex uniform, he was under the covers immediately. Bringing your snoozing figure into his arms. You didn’t move a muscle; it was evident you were a heavy sleeper. Louis already knew this from his time watching you as you took your midday naps in his chambers but he didn’t know it was to such a great extent. He shifted so that he could lay his head on your chest, arms encircling your waist. He listened to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, his breathing slowing down to match your own.

He was asleep in minutes.

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You awoke to a weight on your chest and the smell of Louis’ cologne surrounding you. When you opened your eyes, the brightness assaulted your vision, making you attempt to turn away but that attempt was futile.

The Prince, who definitely wasn’t there when you fell asleep yesterday, was laying directly on top of you with his head on your chest, arms in a deadlock around your waist. You were caged beneath him, his weight pinning you down. You contemplated screaming bloody murder, hoping you could shock him into letting you go and make a run for it but decided against it. You doubted he’d remember to lock the door behind him, that could possibly be an opportunity for you to escape. You slowly began trying to pull his long arms from you when you felt his grip tighten.

“Don’t even think about it,” Louis mumbled, nuzzling further into your neck.

“My liege, please stop this indecency. As rightful heir to the thrown, a lowly maid such as myself would only sully-

“How long did you practice that one? Is that what you were doing yesterday while I was gone? Rehearsing pleas so I’d let you go?” Louis chuckled, finally opening his eyes. Sleepy amber orbs met your own irises and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his brown eyes looked in the morning sun. They didn’t reflect the light but instead nearly consumed it, a complete contrast to the brown of his fur.

“You must be hungry? You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday, if that. I’ll call the kitchen and have them bring us something up. Breakfast in bed doesn’t sound too bad,” Louis bit his lip as his eyes drank in your form beneath him. He definitely looked hungry, yet for something other than food; his eyes were burning with barely contained lust.

“I-I have to go, my Prince. I have to perform my duties in the kitch-AH,” you were cut off when Louis sat up and brought you with him as he pulled you onto his lap to straddle him. You felt your fur prickle with embarrassment as you realized not only was he shirtless, but he also seemed to be only in his underwear, the dark blue embroided material providing a very thin barrier to the Prince’s most precious asset.

“What about your duties to me?” Louis hummed, rubbing his hands up and down the fur of your outter thighs. The top of your uniform was still very much ripped open, so you brought your arms up to cover yourself, the blankets you’d been curled under no longer providing you coverage.

“Ah ah ah, you should know better than to hide yourself from me,” Louis hummed, prying your arms from your chest. He leaned forward, his mouth capturing once of your hardened nipples. The feeling of his hot tongue on your sensitive peak sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Pr-pr-princeee, pleaaaase,” you moaned lightly, your voice nothing more than a breathy whisper.

Louis ignored you, instead moving to the other peak while his hands found themselves back at your plush hips. He rocked upwards into you, his hard member making its presence know.

“Take these off,” Louis mumbled against your areola, tugging at your panties. When you hesitated, he simply sighed before ripping them off himself.

“My Pri-

“Shut up,” Louis groaned against your chest, the vibrations further stimulating your raised peak. Louis plunged his fingers into your arching cavern just as he had the day before. You felt your head swirl in embarrassment and arousal, the two emotions battling for dominance.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? How long I’ve desired you?” Louis asked, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw. His eyes burned with such passion for you, it was hard to not look away.

“That’s it, ride my hand. Just like that,” Louis grunted and you hadn’t even noticed your pelvis had begun grinding into his hand to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Your body was moving completely on its own, anything to help relieve the pressure growing in your lower belly.

Suddenly, Louis ceased his movements, lifting you up slightly with one hand while he pulled his underwear down with the other. His member sprang to life, resting against his abdomen as it stood glistening with precum. Being a stag and royalty, it was natural to assume he’d be well-endowed but nothing could have prepared you for the vision that was his impressive length.

He took your hands in his own larger ones and wrapped them around his weeping shaft. He let out a soft “fuck...” as he guided your hands up and down. He let go once you found your own rhythm, no longer needing his assistance for such a simple act.

“You’re so good at this- too good, actually. Did you touch Azuki’s mutt like this? Huh?” Louis asked breathlessly, his death grip returning to your thighs.

“I already told you yesterday, we aren’t like... that...” you grumbled, swiping your fingers over his sensitive cockhead, causing a needy groan to tear from his throat.

“Then what were you two like? You were already letting that filthy mongrel close enough to scent you, it’d be nothing for you to get on your knees for him.” Louis said angrily and you suddenly remembered exactly where you were and, more importantly, who you were with.

No amount of pretty words and declarations of desire were going to keep Louis’ true nature at bay for long. He was vile and malicious at heart. You knew this. He’d proven it to you time and time again. So when was it finally going to register in your dumb little brain?

You released his cock immediately, and climbed off his lap and out of his bed. You headed straight for the door but Louis was faster, grabbing and pinning you against the very door you’d been trying to exit from.

“Why do you keep running away from me? Can’t you see what I’m trying to do here?” Louis groaned into the nape of your neck. It sent shivers down your spine and you resisted the urge to arch into him.

“You’re trying to control me, to manipulate me”

“I’m trying to love you.” Louis craned his head back to look into your eyes. He saw no warmth in them.

“You have a peculiar way of expressing your ‘love’, my lord,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Annnnd we’re back to the incorrect formalities. Every time I feel we’ve taken one step forward, you move three spaces back. Why do you insist on fighting me so? I know you feel it, I can’t be imagining this attraction between us,” Louis finished, the grip on you wrists that previously had you pinned against the door now residing so that he could caress your forearms with the pads of his thumbs.

“I fight it because I know my place. I’m a dog, your highness. Lower than any other Herbivore commoner, and amongst the unfavorable even within Carnivore spaces. Most of the animals around here think I should be banished for even working within the castle during the day, let alone catering to you.”

“Their opinions don’t matter, they have no authority here-”

“It does matter, your highness. Because once your infatuation with me ceases, which is inevitable, you will return to your fiancé, marry her, be crowned King, and produce heirs. And all I’ll have is my life as a lowly commoner. That’s the natural order of things.” You lamented, your voice feeling thick with emotion.

“So what, you believe your future is with Azuki’s guard dog? Popping out litter after litter for him until you die? That’s no way to live, he can’t commit to you. His life already belongs to another woman and that’s Azuki.”

“You don’t think I know that? I’m fully aware of the hold our future Queen has over him. I’m just grateful for every moment he chooses to share with me. Makes my life a little less lonely...,”

“I could make your life less lonely! I could do that for you, better than he ever could!” Louis was slightly begging now, he could hear it in his own voice but he was beyond the point of caring.

“Don’t you see I feel my loneliest when I’m with you? All you’ve ever made me feel was small, and stupid, and unworthy. Legoshi doesn’t point out how I misuse words just to remind me of how uneducated I am. He doesn’t point out how unrefined my taste pallet is or force me to eat food outside of the carnivore diet. He doesn’t drag me out of bed at night to look at some stupid star a million miles away on some balcony when I’m afraid of heights. He doesn’t tell me where I can and can’t go, who I can and can’t see, just because he felt like it. He doesn’t humiliate me every chance he gets! He doesn’t boss me around just because he can!” There were hot tears streaming down your face. You had been holding this in for a long time.

“I see...,” Louis said finally breaking the silence. He released you from his grasp and took a step back. He adjusted himself, tucking his forgotten member fully back into his underwear. Though he had a beautiful body envious to those of Gods, he seemed almost shy about his lack of clothing now.

He glanced at your tattered uniform before muttering a “wait here... please...”, and walking towards one of the humongous wardrobes in his room. He pulled out a pristine, new uniform and walked back over to hand it to you.

“I kept a lot of these on hand, in case you ever wanted.... a more comfortable bed to lay your head at night...” Louis’s voice had never seemed so clouded. You silently accepted the uniform.

“You have my deepest apologies for my behavior. Such veracity was never my intention. I hereby relieve you of all obligation to me. You may return to the kitchen or to the gardens or to somewhere new if you like. Whereever you choose to go is fine, I’ll notify Stallworth of my approval. I...” Louis hesitated, finally bringing his eyes up yours.

“You’re free to go.”

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A/N: I finally know how I want this story to end so hopefully they’ll only be two more parts for this series and it’ll reach it’s completion! Also thank you all again for 1K!

[lotsoffandomstoimagine]

Can I request headcanon poly!Nero x poly!male!Reader x poly!kyrie? Maybe Reader is working a lot recently and starting to burnout and stressed, but never showing any signs of stress and if he can’t hide it he’s telling that he’s just tired. Maybe their resction about this situation and some fluff?

of course! I love these two so so much 🥺💕

Warnings: Mentions of food, reader blacks out for a moment, worried Nero and Kyrie

Characters: Kyrie x Male!Reader x Nero (polyamorous)

Pronouns used: He/Him

hc that Kyrie is very receptive to the feelings of people around her, so she’s very empathetic

This means that she’ll quickly catch on to you being burnt out, but she trusts you, so when you just say you’re feeling tired, she drops the subject, she’s still worried about you though

Both you and Nero have been working a bit more recently, so she’s gotten a bit lonely (even with the orphanage, she just misses you guys), meaning she gets a bit clingier when you’re home, following you around like a lost puppy (it’s very cute)

(Un)fortunately, this means she witnessed you black out for a second while you were in the kitchen

After making sure you were okay, she immediately pushed you over to the couch and started piling pillows and blankets on top of you, almost as if she was trying to have them weigh you down

All the while, you were telling her you were fine, and that it was your turn to make dinner anyway, but she was having none of it, considering sitting on top of you to keep you still

The both of you freeze when you hear the door open, and Nero’s heavy footsteps follow

Kyrie was quick to drag him over to the couch you were at and push him down onto it, which left a very confused Nero

“Uhh... hey?” “Nero. keep him here. Don’t let him move an inch!” “Can I at least take off my shoes first?” “Don’t listen to her Nero, I’m fine! She’s just worried because I blacked out for like, a second in the kitche-” “You what.”

Cue a very worried Nero throwing his legs over you, pinning you to the couch (thicc thigh supremacy)

Seemingly satisfied, Kyrie scrambled off to the kitchen to prepare a quick dinner

Glancing over, you were met with Nero’s worried stare, which led you to curl into the couch

“Are you gonna explain why you blacked out earlier?” “...” “Please? we’re just worried about you, babe.”

Knowing you wouldn’t win, you caved and told them about how burnt out and tired you were

After a few quips from Kyrie, Nero took his legs off you and pulled you into his side, wrapping his arm around you

A few moments later, Kyrie brought some food and placed it on the coffee table in front of you, sitting on the couch on your other side and wrapping her arms around your waist, pressing her face into your torso

“It’s okay to be tired, honey. Please tell us when you’re feeling tired so it doesn’t get to this point again.” she mumbled into your torso, you felt Nero nod in agreement

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champagne problems (s.b one shot)

PROMPT: based on champagne problems by taylor swift. Y/N leaves to protect her family and Sirius waits for her.

WARNINGS: mentions of death, death, angst, fluff?

WC: 2.2K+

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

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champagne problems (s.b one shot)

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Sirius whispered, scared of the situation in front of him. You’d been distant all day, as if something was bothering you. With Sirius, you were always so carefree and at ease because he knew exactly how to make you feel better, but this time, it seemed Sirius was at a loss. 

You refused to look at him. He felt his heart shattering every time he called for you and he got no response. He tried to be patient and not push you, knowing your stubbornness rivaled his. So he sat quietly and let your mind wander off into new places as he watched you slip away from him— until finally, he could bear it no longer. 

“Sirius,” you sighed, using all your power to push yourself further away from him. You held a hand up, keeping him at an arm’s distance as he tried to get closer, “I have to leave.” 

His eyebrows furrowed, a look of genuine confusion etched on his face, “What?”

“I have to go,” your voice betrayed you, cracking in mid sentence as you tried to explain why you had to leave. “I’m muggleborn. After the McKinnons…. They’ll try to take my family next, I know it. Sirius, you have to understand.” 

“I can help protect them,” he rebutted, eyes darting everywhere, as if trying to figure out how he would do that. “We can do this together, you know? I’m getting better and better everyday since Hogwarts, Y/N. We’ll put up protective charms a-and we can fight. Yeah, we’ll fight—”

“This isn’t your fight, Sirius,” you explained, wiping your tears, “You have your own family to protect. Moony, Peter, The Potters! James and Lily and young Harry! The Order needs you, Sirius. I can’t take you away from your duties.” 

He shook his head, hair already messy from his constant tugging, “You’re my family, too! I don’t understand why I can’t help you.”

“I could never forgive myself if something happened to you because you were trying to protect me and my family.” 

“And I could never forgive myself if something happened to you! Especially knowing I could’ve helped!” Sirius exclaimed, his calm demeanor long gone. He wasn’t yelling at you, but his voice significantly picked up volume as the conversation progressed. His eyes were red, lips severely bitten as he pleaded his case. “I don’t understand why you have to go! They’re okay, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Sirius, you’re not listening to me!”

“No, you’re not listening to me!” he replied, marching over to you. He held you by your shoulders, looking at you straight in the eyes, “You… You can’t leave, Y/N. Not right now, not ever. We already lost Marlene and the Prewetts and Godric, if I lost you— If I lost you, I wouldn’t know what to do. We’ll put your family under protective custody and we’ll make sure they don’t touch them, you hear me? But you are not going off by yourself.” 

“Sirius, I can’t have you pulling strings for me. The Order needs people here. They need people to fight. I’m expendable, Sirius, don’t you understand? Nobody is going out there to protect muggles. No one.” You held his face in your hands, leaving soft kisses on his skin. He closed his eyes, crying brokenly. You continued, “I have to go, Sirius. You need to stay here. They need you, Sirius Black.” 

“What about what I need?” he whispered, gripping your waist. He showed no signs of letting you go. In fact, his grip on your waist tightened, afraid that one falter in his movements, you’d walk away. He wasn’t ready. “I need you.”

You knew then that Sirius understood why you had to go. If the Potters were ever in danger, he’d drop everything to make sure they were safe. Although he wasn’t Euphemia’s and Fleamont’s son by blood, they treated him like he was. You grew up with a loving family— one that Sirius longed for and finally got after meeting young James Potter on the train in their first year, and Sirius knew you had to go. But it didn’t make it any easier on him. 

He opened his heart to you, and there was not a day since that he regretted doing so. He was broken and bruised and for a while, he thought he was incapable of accepting love that didn’t come from the Marauders or the Potters. You came along in his fourth year, trailing behind Lily Evans who was asking Remus for some help on Transfigurations, and you beamed at him with that sunshine smile and he was done for. 

Sirius fell for you, hard and quick. He was in love with you before you even entertained the idea of Sirius Black in your life. Growing up, he yearned to be loved by someone and he never thought that the mere idea of falling in love with someone like you would feel just as good as feeling that love he craved. You had such a big heart, Sirius knew that but a part of him still thought there was no space in there for him. As pathetic as it sounded (Remus’ words— though he said it with a small smile tugging on his lips), Sirius would’ve been okay with that because to him, it was an honor all on its own to love you, even if it wasn’t reciprocated. 

The day you told him you loved him, all the heartache and pain that young Sirius Black endured all his years suddenly felt like nothing. Sure, the trauma and the hurt will always leave their mark on him, but now, once those words left your lips, Sirius Black knew that he would be okay. He had you. 

Sirius spoke again, “Y/N, this is probably the worst time to do this but I never had good timing, did I?” 

“Siri,” you whispered, gasping into your palms as he kneeled down on one knee. 

“I don’t have a ring. Uh, the Black family has a ring we pass down every generation but obviously, I was not blessed with such,” he chuckled, playing with your fingers. “I may not have a ring but I have my love and I’m hoping that will suffice for now. Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

Nodding your head furiously, you mumbled a shaky, “Yes.”

Sirius laughed, getting up on his feet to twirl you around your living room. He buried his head in your hair, wanting to memorize your scent. He kissed your neck softly, muttering his undying love and affection. He spun you around until you were both too dizzy to stand and you collapsed on top of him on your couch. 

You giggled, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. You rubbed your thumb across his cheekbone, kissing the tip of his nose, “I love you.” 

“I love you,” he replied, “I promise when you get back, I will put a ring on your finger.” 

When you get back. 

“When I get back,” you confirmed. 

-

James whistled, inspecting the ring in the box, “Blimey, Padfoot. This is beautiful!”

Sirius smiled proudly, eyes gleaming with excitement as his friend examined the ring he picked out for you. Since you left four months ago, he went on a hunt for the perfect ring, “Thanks, Prongs.”

“She’ll love it,” Remus added, putting down the newspaper that he was reading, “When is she coming back?” 

“When it’s safe enough, I suppose. That’s why we have to win this war, gentlemen. I would like to see my fiance as soon as possible.” 

Lily laughed, holding Harry by her heart, “I would also like to see my best friend soon. Harry also does miss his Godmother.” 

“He babbles her name whenever he sees the stuffed lion she got him,” James added, getting up to wrap his arms around Lily. The picture perfect family looked so happy to be with each other. It almost made the other two boys in the room forget what was going on outside the doors of their home. 

Sirius got up to take Harry from Lily, rocking the baby back and forth as he smiled fondly at his Godfather, “I miss her too, Bambi. We’ll see her soon, yeah?” 

Harry made some baby noises, laughing with his chest as Sirius pulled funny faces. He couldn’t help but think about how nice it would be to have one with you. Remus popped his head over Sirius’ shoulder to watch the baby and Harry immediately made grabby hands at Remus. Sirius passed him over to his best friend and sat back down on the Potters’ couch. He picked up the box that James left on the table and stared at it lovingly. 

Then, a bright light entered the room, startling all its occupants. A patronus. 

It was a black dog, one that mirrored Padfoot, and it ran around the room before stopping right in front of Sirius. Lily ran to Remus and grabbed a hold of Harry, who buried his head into the crook of his mother’s neck. James rushed over to his family, wrapping a protective arm around the two. Remus stood there, stunned. 

Sirius knew it was your patronus. 

Before anyone could make another move, your voice rang in the room. 

“Sirius,” you gasped, sounding out of breath. There was chaos in the background, he could hear it. His heart dropped to his stomach. No. 

“Sirius,” your patronus said again. “They’re here. There’s too many of them and— Sirius…”

“No,” his eyes were wide. Remus placed a hand on his shoulder but he couldn’t feel it. Lily looked away, hiding into James’ chest. Harry began to hiccup. 

“Sirius, I love you. I love you so much. So so much.” 

Then the black dog disappeared. The silence was eerie, even young Harry stopped his noises. Sirius dropped the ring, falling to the ground right after it. 

Remus kneeled down, holding him up, “Padfoot…”

“We have to go,” he breathed out, not looking at anyone in the eye. He faced straight ahead, his mind spinning too quickly for him to make sense of his thoughts. Sirius began to breathe unevenly, clutching his chest like it might burst. 

“Okay, Pads,” James nodded. He looked at Lily for confirmation. She tipped her head, holding Harry even closer than before. She knew. 

Without another word, the three boys apparated straight to your old home. Sirius promised to you that he would never try to visit you or check up on you until the war was finished, afraid for his safety and yours. But he had to break his promise. 

When they arrived, the house seemed empty. Nothing seemed out of place until he walked into the kitchen and saw your parents on the floor, unmoving. Sirius paled as he looked up at the ceiling and saw the symbol of the Dark Lord and his followers etched upon it. He ran up the stairs, tripping over the steps and his feet, bracing himself for what he already knew. 

The door to your bedroom was opened a tiny bit. It was large enough for Sirius to slide his foot in and open completely. He stood still. 

Sirius could hear the rushed footsteps of his two best friends chasing after him up the stairs. When they reached the final one, they stood behind Sirius, a gasp leaving their lips. The two boys began to cry quietly. 

James placed a hand on Sirius' shoulder, “I’m so sorry, Padfoot.” 

Sirius knew his friends were crying. After years of living with them, he knew the tone of their voice when they cried. He learned that. He knew that he should’ve been crying too because it hurt so bad. It felt like his heart was ripped out of his body and discarded but Sirius decided that not even that would hurt as much as the image of you lying lifelessly on the floor in front of him. He couldn’t cry. He couldn’t feel anything. 

He walked closer to you, ignoring the howling of the wind coming from the broken window to his left. He stepped over the items knocked down by the fight. He was walking so slowly, afraid that if he were to come any closer, it would suddenly become too real. As much as he dreaded to get too close to you, he finally did. 

Sirius clenched his jaw, a rush of cold air washing over his body. He stared at your face, remembering the color of your eyes and the happiness that once occupied it. He leaned over to shut your eyelids, not wanting the gray clouds in your irises to overtake the happy memories he had saved in his mind. His eyes trailed down to your left hand that rested on your chest, black, veiny lines growing on your skin. You used it to try to block the curse from hitting your heart. Sirius stared at your unmoving, bare ring finger. 

It wasn’t until Sirius looked down at your stomach did he finally fall to his knees. He sobbed over your body, still warm from the impact, with a loving hand on top of your once growing belly.

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@vereseg @teenagesublimefan @whoreforfredweasley 

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[georgescatcafe]

the unofficial official catboy george au — 5

catch me if you can

rating: t warning/s: none pairing/s: dreamnotnap, dreamnotfound, georgenap, dreamnap genres/tags: catboy george, fluff, humor, domesticity, dogboy sapnap, dogboy dream, one shot collection word count: 1736 summary: Dream wakes up to George running around in the middle of the night—silly time.

+ao3 +masterpost

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In new company, George is quiet, politeness his number one quality, personality near gone, found only in the glimmer in his gaze, the curl of his lips. In not so new company, George is quite loud, whining and bratty, demanding and proud; it’s never unbearable, but eventually you start to wonder if the voice in your head is George or if he just hasn’t shut up. But it’s never unbearable. Just one more thing to love about him. Half the time, the ruckus he creates isn’t even words, just noises. He’ll purr, he’ll scream, he’ll hum, he’ll push your keys off the counter, metal scraping against granite then clanging on the tile floor.

So it comes as a surprise when Dream wakes one night to find it only him and Sapnap in bed, though he distinctly remembers there being a body between the two of them. He sits up, eyes darting around the darkened room, though George remains out of sight. Dream looks at the doors, the entrance and the bathroom, but no light comes in from underneath either, just more darkness. It’s hard to believe George could slip out of bed and leave the apartment completely silent, unnoticed, and to put it simply, Dream doesn’t believe it.

“Sapnap,” he whispers, hand reaching out to grab the other’s shoulder. “Sapnap,” he repeats, giving said shoulder a shake when he still gets no response.

Finally, Sapnap makes a small noise, sheets rustling around his legs as he stretches and looks to Dream. “What? Okay?”

Dream allows himself a smile at the half-mumbled words but is quick to give his concern. “George is missing.”

“Bathroom,” Sapnap says, immediately going to shuffle back down under the covers from where he had been starting to sit up.

“Nope,” Dream says. He nods his head to the bathroom door. “Peeing with the lights off?”

“He’s Shithead,” Sapnap replies, once more under the covers. “He’s got to pee with the lights off.”

“That video is, like, ten years old, shut up.” Dream gives a soft laugh before turning to get out of bed. “I’m going to check the kitch—”

Footsteps. Loud and fast, running past the door.

Sapnap sits up as Dream looks at him, eyes wide with alarm. Sapnap puts a finger to his lips, and Dream nods, turning back to the door as another round of footsteps go by.

Dream leans back, fingers curled tight around the edge of the mattress to catch himself from going back too far. Sapnap leans towards him and Dream puts his lips against the other’s ear. “Is that George?” he asks, the words hardly more than a rumble in his throat.

“I don’t think George can move that fast,” Sapnap replies.

Dream wants to argue, on the off chance it is George, but Sapnap does have a point. Still…. “George can run,” Dream says. “When he wants.”

“Whatever.” There’s the quiet sound of a drawer opening, and then Sapnap is pressing a flashlight into Dream’s hand. “In case you need to clock someone or whatever.”

Dream nods, then rises to go over to the door. When another minute passes and there’s no footsteps, he opens the door and goes into the hallway.

Nothing.

He decides to keep his original plan of going to the kitchen. He’s passing the living room when there’s a blur in the corner of his eye and more footsteps. He pivots, flicking on the flashlight, and the noisemaker is illuminated by harsh, white light.

“George?” Dream asks, the flashlight now a spotlight on the other, who glares against the brightness, ears back and tail lashing this way and that. “Sorry,” Dream is quick to say, lowering the flashlight. “What are you doing?”

George doesn’t say anything, only watches him, eyes glowing whenever Dream accidentally raises the flashlight to high, before he gives a near full-body shake and runs at him.

Let it be known that Dream did not clock George. Instead, the thunk Sapnap hears is the flashlight hitting the ground as Dream lifts his arms to catch George when he jumps at him and into his arms.

“Shit, you’re heavy,” Dream wheezes out as he rights the two of them, George clinging on tight, panting into his ear. “You okay?” he asks. “You’re breathing a little heavy there.”

George just ducks his head, burying it into the space between Dream’s neck and shoulder. His tail is still fairly irritated, and Dream moves his hand down George’s back in order to give it a gentle stroke. 

“Have you done this before tonight?” Dream asks, walking them over to the couch so he can plop down on it, not even close to graceful but uncaring now that he’s got the full weight of George off of him.

George nods his head.

“And neither Sapnap or me have heard it until now?”

Again, George nods. “Didn’t want to wake you guys up.”

“Does this only happen at night?”

Another nod.

Dream sighs. “So you just wait until night?”

“It happens at night, too,” George says. “Just… it can happen in the day, also.”

“What is it exactly anyway?” Dream asks.

“Just this…,” George huffs as he tries to think of a word. Dream tightens his hold on him. “It’s, like, energy. Just… a burst of energy that I don’t really know what to do with.”

“So if it happens in the day, you just let it keep building until you end up here.”

George nods and Dream closes his eyes, leaning his head back over the top of the couch.

“Okay,” he says. “Would it help if you got rid of this energy outside? I can’t imagine our downstairs neighbors enjoy this much.”

George huffs a quiet laugh. “Sorry to them.”

“Sorry to them,” Dream agrees, nodding. “But really, should trips to the park where you can just… run become a normal thing?”

George gives a noncommittal shrug. Dream nods again.

“We’ll make it a thing,” he decides.

George nods.

“Dream? You ali—shit!” There’s a loud thunk before Dream and George turn and see Sapnap sprawled out on the floor. “I think I tripped on the fucking flashlight.” He brings his hands up to cover his face before sitting up. “I’m… I’m going to stay here for a bit. Glad to see you aren’t dead.” He reaches his foot to keep the offending flashlight. “I heard a noise but no screaming, but then the no screaming went on too long so I came out here to see what’s going on.”

“If I had been a murderer,” George starts, smart, “then Dream would be dead by now, and his death would be on you.”

“George,” Dream admonishes, though George only shrugs.

“It’s the truth.”

“You are so-o-o annoying,” Sapnap replies. “I hate you.”

“I’m not the one who’d let my boyfriend be murdered, but you know,” George tilts his chin up at the other before turning back to Dream to offer him a warm smile. Dream rolls his eyes but does lean forward to press his lips to the tip of the other’s nose. When he pulls back, he sees George’s tail has become a contented curl.

“So the footsteps were George?” Sapnap asks. “I thought he can’t run.”

“Excuse me?” George immediately turns back to the other. “I am an excellent runner. You wish you could run as well as me.”

“You don’t even play sports,” Sapnap says. “Like you could run.”

“I play tennis!” George argues, and Dream can feel the heat beginning to radiate off his cheeks, righteous anger.

“And your thighs look very nice when your shorts ride up,” Sapnap nods solemnly, “but that doesn’t mean you can run.”

George immediately whips around to look at Dream, eyes wide, mouth the slightest bit open, silently asking if he can even believe the other.

Dream gives a guilty smile. “You do have very nice thighs.”

George makes an indignant noise as Sapnap brings a hand up to rub at his chin thoughtfully. “Running shorts are, like, really short, right? Maybe George should be a runner….”

“That’s objectification,” George says. “This is objectification. You are objectifying me.”

“I’m appreciating your finer qualities,” Sapnap replies. 

“I thought that was supposed to be my intelligence.”

Sapnap shakes his head. “No, no, no. You’re the beauty, Dream’s the brains, and I’m the brawn.”

“So you’re stupid, that’s what you’re saying,” George says, immediately finding a weak point in Sapnap’s statement.

“Dream and I are simultaneously brains and brawn,” Sapnap replies, immediately amending said weak point.

“And I’m just the beauty, then?” George looks unamused. “Ha-fucking-ha.” He glowers for a second then says, “Have you ever considered how I got nice thighs? It’s because I run.”

“Bullshit.”

Dream tightens his arms around George’s waist as George shakes his head. “Try me.”

“You want that?” Sapnap asks. “You want your ass handed back to you? Fine. Race me.”

“That’s what I proposed,” George snaps. “We’re going to race.”

“Fine,” Sapnap says.

“Fine,” George agrees.

“You, me, Dream as commentator, Avery Park, Friday morning at ten.”

“He might win,” Dream says to Sapnap. “I think you’re just giving him what he wants.”

“Good,” Sapnap retorts, still glaring at George. “He has a nice smile.”

Dream sighs as George just huffs. “Yeah? Well, you have nice eyes.”

“Eyes that’ll be watching you lose,” Sapnap says.

“You fucking wish!”

Dream gives another sigh before standing, holding tight to George who gives a quiet shriek and wraps his legs around the other’s waist, arms squeezing around the other’s shoulders. “You two are so annoying,” he says. “Can we please just go back to sleep? George, are you still restless?”

George shakes his head.

Dream looks to Sapnap, who pushes himself off the ground, eyes widening at Dream’s words.

“Like… is it a cat thing?” he asks, making his way over to the pair to better look at George, who gives him a disapproving look, even as his tail moves to curl around Sapnap’s wrist.

“I think so,” Dream replies.

“It is,” George confirms.

“Oh,” Sapnap says. “You’ve got the zoomies.”

“I’m sorry?” Even Dream turns to look at the other.

“Yeah,” Sapnap says. “I don’t know what you guys call them, but when cats get all excited and start running around, they’re called the zoomies.”

“I don’t think that’s an official term,” George replies.

Dream just shakes his head, taking George back to their bedroom and leaving Sapnap to follow.

[whywasdumbbitchjuicealreadytaken]

The Ballad Of [Y/N] Berry

(Bad guy sanses x female!reader)

Ooooohhh~

Down on your knees before the queen~

You walk down the halls, clinging onto your boyfriend's- G sans's- arm as your "friends" followed not to far from you

Ooooohhh~

Down on your knees before the queen~

The bad guys had gone to [Universe] to check out a shape-able glitch. Since she hadn't been in any other universes, all she needed was a little shove to set her on the right path...

"[Y/N] Berry was a popular bitch. Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich~" Nightmare was reading what he knew about the glitch off to the bad sanses

That girl had everything, till hiccup and hitched; Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a crash (Am-pu-ta-ted)

Horror, raspberry, and dust were the first to observe you. Killer was supposed to be here but he was was still healing up after the initial crash that he had caused. Raspberry's eyes examined your body, he elbowed dust and pointed you out to him. He didn't bother with horror, seeing as he was already staring..

The nominations for prom royalty came,

You smirked to yourself, you knew you were going to win just like every other year

Our [Y/N]'s senior year, and queen was her claim...

You felt someone tap your shoulders. You spun around to see, it was fell and cross from your biology class. "don't worry sweetheart we'll vote for ya." Fell wink, cross energetically nadded as an agreement and the two walked away. "Uh.. thanks i guess?" You muttered.

Till gossip stirred, the student body would name Julie Jenkins, queen of prom. (Pi-ty-Vote)

You blinked in shock as you saw the votes and what people were saying. An arm around your waist pulled you into a taller figure

"[Y/N]," G sans said "Life is like a prom, i know you wont disappoint me and mom..?".

With that, he walked away. Your mother died in an accident when you were 6 and whenever you fail, you always felt as if you were disappointing her..

"You taste the silver [Y/N]? You taste the crown?" Your desk neighbor, Bill, asked you. You simply ignored him. You heard someone tap you desk and you look up to see Alisans(alistor sans..?)

"You thirst for blood from the roses in hand." He told you. You stood up. "May i be excused??". The teacher nodded and you left the class.

You spoil for stash and scepter, music to dance, as they crown you queen of highschool land~

CHECK [Y/N]

CHOOSE [Y/N]

VOTE, FOR [Y/N] BERRY

Your eyes widened to see red X's on your vote for [Y/N] posters

CHECK [Y/N]

CHOOSE [Y/N]

VOTE FOR [Y/N] BERRY

You reported it to the principal then went about your day. Everything was normal until..

So obsessed our [Y/N] near lost her mind. To life Un-prom related, [Y/N] was blind.

Prom was getting to you. The pressure you were getting from G sans, your friends, and the constant feeling of someone watching you was driving you insane. Was worse, is it seems G was paying more attention to Julie then you..

She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind, Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie)

You sighed and ran your hand through your hair.

Soon [Y/N]'s sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead.

Your eyes narrowed 'fine. I don't need them!' You huffed and sat in your seat next to cross in chemistry. Atleast you still had G. You saw your boyfriend looking at you. You smile at G, but it quickly faltered when he turned away and began talking to Julie. You felt your phone buzz

Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "I'm taking Julie to the senior Prom." (Love, love Julie)

Your heart dropped and you decided to confront him after class. "G," you said calmly "what the hell? Why are you taking julie??".

"[Y/N]" G said "why be so calm, theres just no future for a Princess of prom."

You sat at home, on the evening of prom, shakily putting on your eyeliner and black lipstick/ lip gloss. You tried to hold your smiled but you couldn't keep a smiled and hold back tears at the same time..

You taste the Silver [Y/N]! You taste the crown.

You watch as your tears, accompanied by long black tears slowly fell down your face

You thirst for blood from the roses in handYou spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land.

You're smile faltered and you realize what must be done in order to be queen. You put on your blue flowy dress, it was off shoulder and had a slit in the left side.

Ooooh~

You walked downstairs and opened the front door to see Alisans, he handed you a hammer and kissed your hand then caressed your cheek. He handed you a rose and took you to G'S house.

Down on your knees before the queen~

You arrived at G's house found him walking towards his car, her ran up behind him and smashed a hole in the back if his skull.

Ooooooh~

You mercilessly stomped his head in and watched him turn to dust. But you weren't done.

Get on your knees before the queen~

You walked in front of the school and felt a hand grab your own. You looked up to see Bill, he winked and you smiled. He handed you a white rose and led you inside.

"$0m£ g!r|$ @r€ r@t!0^@| bUt [Y/N] ₩@$ ^0t"[translation: some gurks are rational, but [Y/N] was not]

Error told Nightmare with a smirk as the two watched. You had gone inside the bathroom.

She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got. And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot;

Bill had gave you rat poisoning, you dumped it in one of your "friend's" punch, her blood had gotten on your rose.

"P" is for Patricia, drinking poisoned punch

Fell had came up next to you and snaked an arm around your waist. He took you outside and gave you a rock, while you were scanning the area you spotted Raquel.

"R" is for Raquel, dashed on a rock (crunch)

Fell handed you a blood cover rose. Cross grabbed your hand and brought you out back. Anne was busy getting high. You picked up a nearby brick and bashed her brains in.

"O" is what Anne said when Sara bludgeoned her brains

Cross kissed your cheek and handed you a blood rose like fell did. You went back inside where horror greeted you. You both went to a classroom, where you found Marianna. Horror showed you how to chop her up just right

And "M" is Marianna's marinated remains.

Horror pulled you into himself. He wrapped one arm around your waist and the other rested on your lower back. He swayed side to side in a sort of dancing motion. You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder with your hands on his chest.

But!But!

Dust cleared his throat. Horror scoffed and stopped swaying, he handed you a blood covered rose and winked at you. You went over to dust and held his arm. He led you to the school pool you spotted another friend and you made you work quick.

"Q" is for Quiara, quiet, drowned in the pool.

Dust gave you a bloody rose and took you to the kitched. In there, you helped raspberry chop up the body of Eunice.

"U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school

Raspberry gave you a rose and you left to find Julie..

But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops. A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops.(what a bitch)

You got your silver [Y/N], you got your crown

Nightmare placed a crown on your head

You got their blood on your roses in hand

Error gave you the roses using his strings

You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance,

The bad sanses all took turns dancing with you on stage

As you crowned you Queen of High School Land!

You watched them leave with a smile on your face, this is all you've ever wanted. This is all you could of ever hoped.

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh!

God save the Queen...

Down on your knees before the Queen.

God save the Queen.

After about 30 minutes, you see flashing blue and red lights outside. You walk out, ready to accept your fate.

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh!

The Queen of High School Land.

Down on your knees before the Queen.

The Queen of High School Land.

They wrapped your wrists in silver, they took your crown

Your eyes widened as you watched them put the crown into an evidence bag "WAIT NO! STOP!" You cried as your dreams began to be taken away from you.

As they washed your bloody fingers and hands.

You weren't ready to go, you bit and scratched to the people who tried to wash you. They ended sedating you.

Into a tight straitjacket, small padded cell, As you screamed, 

"I'm the queen of highschool land!!" You screeched and ran into the door repeatedly. The doctors came back in and sedated you again. The next thing you knew, you were in the arms of nightmare

At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land.....

It had been several years, but you found julie. The boys[and Sunny] have been very affectionate and protective of you, Even error! Yeah I'll let that soak in.

Pity the dead! You're Queen of High School Land.

You began walking through the halls every sans you'd pass would sinister-ly grin.

CHECK [Y/N]

CHOOSE [Y/N]

VOTE FOR [Y/N] BERRY

Everyone gathered in the throne room as you approached it, you were dragging a crying,screaming,pleading, and begging Julie behind you by her hair.

CHECK [Y/N]

CHOOSE [Y/N]

VOTE FOR [Y/N] BERRY

You walked in and error shut the doors. A series of screams,applause,and laughter were heard from the throne room not long after.

[writingsoftheghost]

“I tried to make breakfast/dinner, but that backfired” with Logicality?

Okay this is also gonna count towards @me-a-mess-morelikelythanyouthink ‘s ask because I don’t think I can work this twice.

Patton starts crying as the stove top bursts into flames. Pasta. Pasta! Who messes up pasta?

Patton, that’s who, and now his boyfriend was gonna come home after working late, and still have to cook dinner. Patton just wanted to do one nice thing. Just one!

He feels the hot tears of shame and frustration run down his cheeks, he makes no move to stop them. He sits down on the kitchen floor and sobs. He doesn’t know how long he sits there, but it must be a long time, because he doesn’t stop until he hears Logan gasp in alarm.

“Patton? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Where are you hurt?” His hands flutter around him, not quite touching.

“I-I’m okay, Lo.”

The concerned look barely relaxes, “Then why are you crying? And why are you on the floor? And why does it smell like something’s burning? And why is the smoke alarm in the sink?”

Patton sighs, “I tried to make dinner, but that backfired.”

Logan nods, “But you’re not hurt?”

Patton shakes his head, “No, Lo. I’m fine.”

Logan breathes out a sigh of relief and gently sits down on the floor next to his boyfriend.

“Why are you crying, love?”

Patton’s lip trembles, more tears threaten to spill, “I-I wanted to make you dinner, be-because you had to wor-work late, but I messed it a-all up. And now the kitch-chen is a mess, and I couldn’t make di-dinner. And you’re home n-now. And I’m so sorry, Lo!” He breaks off into sobs.

Logan moves forward and wraps his boyfriend gently in his arms, “You went through all this trouble for me?”

Patton nods, “Y-You work so h-hard and I coul-couldn’t even make di-dinner!”

“Oh, love,” Logan presses a kiss to his forehead, “Thank you for trying, but you work hard too, and don’t worry about the kitchen, we can order something tonight.”

Patton whimpers, “‘M sorry I ruined dinner.”

Logan chuckles, “It’s quite alright, darling. Now, what do you want on the pizza?”

Tomorrow Patton would scrub the kitchen clean after Logan left for work, but tonight, he ate cheese pizza quietly in his boyfriends lap, Steven Universe playing softly in the background.

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