#mannerisms and his perfect silly voice and i want to kiss his forehead and hold his hand and *is shot*

[lovinggreeniehours]

rewatchinggg season 3 :)) i like my husband a lot

[ada7201]

what do the blue lock boys do for you on valentine’s day?（╹◡╹）♡

Shidou, Rin, Sae, Kaiser x reader (seperate)

→ part 1 ⭢ part 2 ⭢ part 3 on the way!

gn! reader, google translated German for Kaiser’s part

don’t forget to suggest me things if you have any ideas! happy early valentine’s day (๑>◡<๑)

Shidou Ryusei

he gets you a TON of sweets (which he eats half of)

Sae once told him that love letters were a common thing for valentine’s day, so he tried to make you one.

it was a piece of paper, which was poorly folded and drowned pink glitter glue. he used scented gel pens to write a few “i love you’s” and smiley faces… it’s the thought that counts?

wrapped a ribbon around his neck and called himself your valentine’s gift.

decided it would be fun to wear your lipstick and kiss your cheeks - staining your skin with kiss marks

for lunch, he brought you to the park where you both played around, and afterwards sat down somewhere on the playground and munched on sweets (of your choice!)

the two of you watched those romance dramas together in the evening and fell asleep on an episode you weren’t paying attention to

“come on sweets, it’ll be fun!” Shidou whined, clinging onto your arm like a monkey, smushing his cheek against your shoulder as he pouted. why wouldn’t you let him do your makeup? “im great at makeup! you know that! i’ll do a special valentine’s day theme〜”

“Shidou- no!” you groaned, attempting to pry the taller man off of your arm. “you will not do my makeup, and that’s final!”

“fine…” Shidou sighed dramatically, letting go of you and falling to the floor in a pathetic manner. “guess you just hate me… and you’d even do this on valentine’s day?”

you huffed. he could be such a pain sometimes…

“alright, you can do my-“ your voice was cut off by Shidou’s big hand on your lips, a grin on his face.

“no need to talk more, bae - let’s get started…” he’d chuckle, almost evilly, before pulling out your makeup bag from the pocket of his sweatpants.

“how did you—?” you were cut off once again by his hand, and that stupid smile on his face.

“ah-ah,” he’d wiggle his pointer finger, before poking your cheek.

“let me do my magic!”

by the end of that hour, your face was decorated with sparkly stickers and hearts drawn in pink lipstick. your eyeshadow was almost terrifying, with the way it was so bright - brighter than Shidou’s eyes.

“perfect.” he’d giggle, hand on his mouth as he tried to hold back from full on cackling in your face.

surprisingly, Shidou isn’t bad at makeup - he just wanted to be a little silly for you on valentine’s day!

he posted a photo of you and your makeup, along with cute photos of the two of you throughout the day - like one of the heart engraved onto a bench with your initials, or maybe the photo of you sleeping peacefully with a bow stuck to your forehead - totally not Shidou’s doing!

he also baked with you - but it didn’t turn out great so you both decided to order takeout instead.

takeout wasn’t the most romantic meal, but it sure best whatever you both made…

Itoshi Rin

poor baby didn’t know what to do at first.

he spent a couple weeks planning and brainstorming ideas in his free time - even considering asking Isagi for advice.

instead of turning to that lukewarm freak, he chose to go with what he thought you’d like the most.

he bought you a sweet and simple bouquet, assorted with flowers of your favorite colours and type.

he wrote you a card, and got a plus he’d toy with it too.

he placed everything next to you in the morning, since he wakes up considerably earlier than you do.

when you woke up, you were pleasantly surprised with everything. thanks Rin!

when he got back home, he made the two of you some lunch.

he didn’t want to admit it, but he had been waiting to use the cute little heart plates you had bought especially for valentine’s day.

“this bowl is so cute!” you’d smile, admiring the pretty white plate decorated with pink and red hearts. “is this the one i got you valentine’s day?”

he simply nodded, placing down his plate - and sitting on the chair opposite you.

posted a photo of the two of you holding hands, along with a pretty sunset you both witnessed on your evening walk.

he definitely wasn’t too embarrassed to include the photo he took of your plates! he just wanted to be the only ones to see them

yes, he took you out on a walk in the evening - and when he noticed you shivering, he was quick to wrap his scarf around you and drape his jacket over your shoulders - not realising he just exposed himself and the pink shirt you had gotten him.

his face turned the same colour as his shirt! cute!

“Rin, why is your face so pink? are you getting cold?” you ask him, worried gaze focused on the way his cheeks were pink. “do you want your jacket back—?”

Rin quickly cut you off with a small peck, cheeks blushing even more after the small gesture.

“i was just… blushing.” he mumbles, looking away from you as a teasing smile made its way onto your face.

“aww, you were blushing〜”

Itoshi Sae

bought you a bouquet of purple roses.

purple roses mean love at first sight. <3

he also got you a matching set of earrings, a necklace, bracelet, and an anklet.

along with jewellery, he got you a piece of fancy clothing that he saw you eyeing. (example: dress, suit, button up, tie, skirt, and more! your decision)

got you a pack of cupcakes as a desert for lunch (or any yummy food if your choice)

he spent most of the day taking photos of you and admiring how beautiful you were - even with morning hair, even if you were still in your cheesy pyjamas matching that Sae got you, even if you had your face stuffed with sweets - you were beautiful and Sae wanted to capture that moment. (this is a regular occurrence, but was feeling it a bit more today!)

either takes you to a beautiful and expensive restaurant, or hosts one at home with candles lit nicely.

this valentine’s day, he chose to eat out with you - and brought you to one of the newest and most expensive restaurants in town.

“wow, Sae! this is really nice!” you smiled, placing your fork down next to your plate before looking up at Sae, who was sat opposite you.

“you deserve 10 times more.” he’d respond simply, shrugging off your words with a slight blush on his cheeks.

he watched the way your smile grew. cute.

could it be the perfect time?

“y/n.” Sae said, almost quietly - before pushing his chair back and standing up.

his slim fingers reached into the pocket of his nice dress pants - and you couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat quicken. what was he about to do?

“i have loved you since the first day i met you.” he started, hand wrapping around a small velvet box, before pulling it out of his pocket - he wasted no time on getting down on one knee, eyes looking up at the way you stared back down at him. “do you think that… you could make me even happier, and marry me?” he asks with a small smile on his face.

im sorry, but i definitely feel like he’s the type to propose on valentine’s day!

on the drive home, you had to remind him to her his eyes on the road because he kept admiring the pretty ring on your finger!

bought you another pair of cheesy pyjamas - this time, they were pink cat onesies.

he took so many photos of you and your cute little smile!

he posted a photo of your hand with the ring, being held by his

it took him a good 15 minutes to decide what photo to choose for the ring photo

along with the ring photo, he posted a picture of the two of you in your onesies, a photo of his hand on your thigh as you were both in his car - along with some others of the two of you having fun

Sae was stood in the jewellery shop, looking down at each glimmering ring in the display case.

his cheeks blushed as he imagined each one of them on your pretty hands, how could he ever choose?!

he just could not wait to hold your hand, and look down at the ring.

“um, Sir?” the accountant could ask, waving a hand in front of Sae’s face - who was currently spacing out and fantasising about holding your hand.

oh, guess he got caught up thinking about you.

just then, his eyes caught the most beautiful ring. he could practically see the happy face you’d make when he presents it to you!

he wasted no time pointing to the ring, neutral gaze looking back at the woman.

“i want that one.” he says flatly.

no woman other than you deserves to even look at him. how dare that saleslady even talk to him?

(this wasn’t on valentine’s day, but he practically danced out of the shop when he finally bought the ring)

Micheal Kaiser

how bold of you to assume he’d get you something?

jokes!

he bought you a bouquet of blue roses (a little cliche, but you it’s his thing!)

like Sae, he bought you a lot of pretty jewellery.

got you the prettiest piece of clothing, one that would match an outfit he bought for himself.

he absolutely insisted that it was a coincidence.

for lunch, he brought you to a diner he knew you liked - but when you asked, oh you liked this place? he never knew!

made sure to show you off more than usual the whole day, saying things like “they’re the only person worthy of my love” and other egoistical love confessions, if you get what i mean

for dinner, the two of you dressed up in your matching outfits

he practically begged you to be able to do your hair. (he’ll never ever admit it though, not with his ego)

when you were both finally dressed, you went to a party that his team was hosting.

when the two of you got home, he basically fell asleep on you!

“i’m not falling asleep.” he’d huff, unconsciously nuzzling further into your stomach as her hugged your waist. he just … wanted attention.

“sure,” you’d tease, fingers threading through his hair gently. “is that why you’re cuddled up to me right now?”

“ruhig sein,” he’d huff. “or you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

ruhig sein = “be quiet” / “pipe down”

you simply giggle at his words, patting his head gently.

“i’m sorry.” you’d pout playfully, before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Kaiser had always loved being babied by you.

it was somehow… comforting?

posted a mirror selfie of the two of you, and maybe, just maybe, a photo of your cute smiling face - if i felt like it!

The next morning, Kaiser woke up to his phone buzzing constantly - and you clinging onto his side. he couldn’t help but bask in the glory of being so famous. he had a pretty person next to him in bed and his post has most likely gone viral once again.

he reached over to the side table and picked his phone up, u locking it quickly to read the comments left on his newest post - which was of the two of you yesterday.

“best couple!” “they’re made for each other.” “y/n looks so pretty!” “they’re matching!?”

was very excited to have so many compliments.

he realised that he gets a lot more when he posts photos of you

[prince0fpaints]

Venture nation

I offer some silly drabble from my Wattpad due to the ice cream skin for Venture coming out!

Warnings: None! Just some fluff and self indulgence!

___ = Readers name!

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Enjoy!

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 Sweltering heat, that's all you felt, the sun's rays were brutal and ruthless. Beads of salty sweat seeping down your forehead, just struggling to walk. All you wanted to do was go to the pool and relax, however, you decided against going due to the sheer amount of people at the local oasis. Currently, you were on a long 7 year trek back to your sanctuary, What an overstatement! You were 20 minutes away from your apartment. Truly you were quite the drama queen/king/royal. You were desperate for some form of relief from the sun. The sunblock that you had been wearing felt like it ran out, your skin was burning up and you needed to get inside fast. Luckily, you were close enough to the local Ice cream shop so it would be a perfect refuge from the rays that beat down on your poor body. Rounding the corner, you found yourself face to face with a crowd of people, not as gigantic as those at the pool, thankfully just a bit smaller. You sighed deeply with a smile as you stepped into the perfectly cool shop, you decided that a cone of your favorite ice cream treat would soothe that heat that ever so slowly subsided. "Hi, Welcome to- Oh ___! Didn't expect you to be out today, what are you up to?" That voice, the beautiful pitch and the smile in their tone, Sloane, Your lover. "Sloane! Ah, I tried to go to the pool today but I guess everyone had the same Idea, so I was heading home and then stopped over here!" Sloan smiled at you, lips together before opening to let that chipped tooth of theirs show, so cute. "Well I'd be happy to treat you to some Ice cream! I was just about to go on break!" You smile, looking incredibly relieved as you nodded in agreement. "I'll go find a spot outside, well, I'll try to." You offer a half hearted chuckle, only for them to grab your hand, leading you to the back door of the shop. You were equally confused and willing to go anywhere with them. "Don't worry about it, it's way too packed out there, let's just go to the back!" Who were you to refuse? The back of the building was well kept, a small area designed for breaks for when the workers weren't that busy, and today you and Sloane had it all to yourselves. Blue, That was the color of the Ice cream that Sloane was currently munching on, stopping every so often due to an intense bout of brain freeze. You couldn't hold in your chuckle as they looked at you in a cartoonish manner. "What? Is there something on my face?" You say nothing and yet they know. You delicately cleaned their face as they lean forward into your touch. You mirror their action, leaning closer with the excuse, "I think I missed a spot." They didn't mind, they loved your attention. As proof their lips met yours, soft, and warm, yet still cold and with a faint taste of blue raspberry. Hm, Who knew cold kisses would taste so sweet. 

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I would be happy to post more works if this is well received. ^^

[drivelikeiido]

(not so) important decisions

you and matty can't seem to take this (not so) important decision seriously

matty healy x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none! just fluff and silliness

notes: this is so silly but i love cute domestic fics so i wrote one! and i just adore fluff too so here we are ! also the name mentioned in this is so silly but i was listening to matty's interview with brian eno and the thought came to me lmao

The golden light of the early morning peaks through the curtains, painting your shared bedroom into a refreshing wash of colour. The only sounds disturbing the early hours of the day being the rustling of bedcovers and you and your boyfriends’ muffled conversation. 

“Matty this is serious, we have to think about this!” you giggle out, your head resting on his chest, voice breathless with the shadows of previous laughter. 

“Love, I’m serious, I really think that it’s a great name you just don’t get it. We need our first child to have the perfect name” 

You snap your head up to his, his cheeky grin and tired eyes staring back at you. 

“We’re getting a dog Matthew, not a child.” you jokingly scold. “And that’s practically like a child!” he argues, his voice light and full of jest.

You go quiet after this, allowing to let him live in his daydreams a little longer and choose to snuggle closer into his naked chest, his arm subconsciously wrapping further around you and rubbing gentle circles into your side absentmindedly while you trace his tattoos with your finger, whispering sweet nothings into the morning air.

The previous conversation drifts off into the unknown, allowing you to return to your resting state, yet as you go to shut your eyes once more and give in to the bliss of the morning Matty decides to break that peaceful silence, “I still think Eno is a great name, he’s literally a music legend.” 

“No” 

“And why not?” he laughs, 

“I love you but it sounds like emo and I refuse to call our dog that babe”

“Even better! It’s fitting!” he laughs, gesturing to himself with his free hand, the other still firmly wrapped around your side. 

“What if I don’t want a dog? What if we get a cat instead?”

His reply is immediate, “No, no cats. I’ll do snakes and dogs but no cats”.

You gasp and hold your hand to your chest in mock surprise in a show of dramatic betrayal.

“You know they say men who don’t like cats are a red flag. Is there something you want to tell me Mr Healy?” You question, poking a finger into his chest in a faux accusatory manner, “Choose your words carefully or next thing you know I’ll have ‘Matty the ‘Cat Hater’ Healy’ cancelled and trending on twitter if you’re not careful” You jest, looking up at him from the place you’re rested on his chest, admiring the little smile he’s trying, unsuccessfully, to restrain, not wanting to give you any satisfaction for your silliness. You watch the way his curls fall onto his forehead and internally note how the few grey hairs currently gracing his head are so frequently only visible to you and that thought alone makes your chest grow warm at the domesticity of it all. With this your head revels in the realisation of your relationship reaching a new point with the plans to get a dog together, the love and trust you have for each other feeling almost tangible in the gentle morning glow of the bedroom.

He drops his head back onto the pillow at your antics and lets out an exasperated sigh, “I hate you”

“And I love you too my wonderful handsome boyfriend” you tease, beginning to press sweet, over-affectionate kisses all over every inch of the exposed skin of his chest and face, giggling and grabbing at his hands as you do so, moving to straddle his legs to give you better access to continue your playful ministrations.

His hands drop to your sides and squeeze, his sudden quietness and the mischievous look in his eyes make you pause, “What are you planning?”

“Nothing. You know you look so beautiful in the mornings my love? Like a true angel blessing my tired and weary eyes”

“Stop trying to distract me, what are you doing?” you press, his hands still squeezing and prodding at your sides, the smile on his lips ever-growing.

“I’m not doing anything. Do you truly think so low of me darlin?” his head tilting with his question and his curls moving with it, you resist the urge to run your hand through his hair, resisting even more so the urge to tug on it, thinking of the beautiful reaction he gives you when you do so. The smirk on his face does nothing to convince you of his supposed innocence, this theory being proven as his hands quickly move to tickle your sides, his long slender fingers knowing every way to gain a reaction from your body in their extensive practice over your relationship. He becomes relentless in his actions, causing your laughter to increase into a loud and embarrassing display as you desperately try to wriggle down the bed away from him and his currently torturous hands, however his grip on you is tight as he moves to tower over you, your back flush to the bed and his arms either side of your head, ultimately pinning you below him. The position alone makes you blush, his curls dropping to tickle your forehead, his voice entertained and breathless when he threatens, “Say we can get a dog and I’ll stop”. You continue to giggle and refuse but his tickling only gets more intense and your shared laughter gets louder, undoubtedly waking up some of your neighbours and alerting some of the early passersby below. You gradually can’t take much more and give in, “Fine! Fine! We can get a dog”, your voice airy and full of joy.

His hands finally relent as he raises his arms in the air in a celebratory show of his victory. He carefully moves to press a gentle kiss to your tired lips, his voice smug and full of pride when he says “Thanks darling, I knew you’d agree” 

“So manipulative” you breathe out, gaining another laugh from Matty as he drops a quick kiss to your lips in response. 

Once you two are laid back comfortably in bed, you both silently agreeing that the day is still too early to consider starting anytime soon, he allows you to rest against his exposed chest once again, holding you tight against him and threading his fingers through your hair, the massaging motion from his fingers and the safety his arms provide helping you to drift off to sleep once more. Thankfully he has no more intentions of disturbing your peace this time as your breathing begins to slow and fan across his skin. His chest growing tight with the overwhelming feelings of affection as he gazes down at your sleeping face, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head,  

“I got so lucky with you” he whispers, more so in thanks to the universe than to you.

He too soon joins you in your sleep, leaving the early morning hour once again to be filled with the quiet sounds of undisturbed domesticity, the unspoken words of love hanging in the air and waiting until the lovers wake up once again for them to be spoken.

[rockingrobin69]

Peachy-sweet

“Oh, how lovely,” Draco rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t really hide the affection in his voice. He was sure Harry could hear it too, thick like the way he buttered his toast.

“What,” Harry laughed, not really a question. “You’re saying you don’t want this nice, er, trinket, added to your collection?”

“Kind offer, but no, thanks.” They both watched the little newt carry the stone underwater. “Plus, I don’t keep a collection of rocks, Potter.”

Harry’s whole face was alight with the smile. “The mantlepiece would beg to differ.”

“The mantlepiece,” Draco, advancing, “would like to complain, if anything, that a certain someone has enough photos of his god-children as pumpkins, and, in fact, that the whole ‘fall’ theme is rather cliché, and, oh,” when Harry took his chin, another hand cupping the back of his neck, “what now?”

To the grin. That unbearable one that always, that still made this avalanche in Draco’s chest start, this bright starburst of a thing. “You’re ridiculous,” Harry said. “My silly, perfect creature.”

“Oh, truly, this doesn’t call for,” lost the train of thought and also his breath, chest squeezed to Harry’s and his own smile too wide, aching around the corners. “Come on. I’ve toiled all day on making your dinner and now you insist on this stroll.”

Harry took the hand Draco put on his face and gave the palm a little kiss. “You’re right,” he said, “I’m incorrigible.”

The garden was lovely in the moonlight, the air thick with a sweet scent, peaches and lavender. From beyond the little pond, Draco thought he could see candle-light flickering. “You said,” he breathed out, “you had a—question?”

“Yes,” simply. Draco swallowed a sharp thing in his throat, a rush of excitement or—something else.

“Harry.”

“Yes?” another kiss, then a huff, amused. “Come on, little detective. Not everything is a mystery. Sometimes a stroll in the garden is just a stroll in the garden.” But the glint in his eyes, and besides, the box in Draco’s jacket pocket.

Chewing on the smirk: “You’re right. Let us, ah, stroll, then?”

“Terrific idea.”

“And then you can ask me your question.”

“And then,” Harry went on his tip-toes to kiss Draco’s forehead, “I’ll ask you my question.”

“If I don’t ask you first.”

“Hmm?”

Wickedly, “Nothing, nothing,” thinking of candle-light and of Harry’s favourite tea, about perhaps another way to use the space in their grand ballroom, making Harry swoon in all possible manners. Thinking about holding the man he loved tight and perhaps, for always. The words he could barely keep tasted rich in his mouth, like hot chocolate or like—well.

“Come, love,” too giddy to stay put, “the garden, the stroll awaits.” In the evening air that smelled of peaches, in the riot that kept rumbling in his chest. In this brilliant, lovely place, in this magical world, with Harry’s hand in his and the sweetness of certainty. The stars twinkled above them, half-conspirators, gentle and bright.

(Flufftober day 21. Find the soft AO3 collection here). A little bonus extra, if you will, of my fic Of Magical Beings Being - Magic, because I'm literally obsessed with it, okay. Read it, it's so, so soft and so sweet.

[d0llpie]

HOOOOLY HECK HI YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN YES uh okay s o. if I remember correctly I saw a work by you about chubby! reader which is what I've been looking for!!! I was wondering if you could do 46, 42, 39, and 41-based hc's for seijoh 4 by any chance? or Matsukawa (i haven't seen any x chubby!reader works for matsuwukawa and it drives me insa n e) and/or any of the seijoh 4 you prefer to write for most? thank you so much!!!!! <3

Seijoh Four, chubby reader scenarios

Oikawa x reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Matsukawa x reader, Hanamaki x reader

content warnings: suggestive nsfw for iwaizumi, food mentions + feeling guilty, very very slight assault, swearing

Prompt: “You don’t think i can pick you up?” “I don’t think i could love you any more than i already do” “I hate seeing you cry” “Don’t fucking touch them”

a/n: Hii love ! Thank you for the request ! i did one prompt for each boy so they have very different scenarios, hope you enjoy <333

wc: 2.7k

Oikawa “I don’t think i could love you anymore than i already do”

- Dating Oikawa required you to be pretty secure and confident

- He was the great king, known for his looks and admired by many fans, many of who you thought were prettier than you

- You never brought this up with him, he was always so strong, a confident leader, it’s why you loved him

- You also knew he overworked himself and that you and Iwaizumi were the only ones able to make him take a break

- You didnt need to stress him over silly things like your inferiority

- He loved you and you never doubted that, still, you couldn’t help but grow quiet as you were pushed away from the team by a swarm of pretty, thin, perfect fangirls who came to congratulate your boyfriend

- “Oi Shittykawa we have to pack up” Iwa noticed you seemingly growing smaller, fiddling with your hands as you stared at the girls surrounding him

- “Iwa-chan you’re so impatient, where’s y/n?” you looked up and tapped his shoulder from behind him, earning many glares from his fangirls

- “Ah there she is!” he cradled your face and gave you a peck on the lips before taking your hand in his, his fangirls scoffed but if he noticed he didn’t react

- You on the other hand just wanted to go home, usually you were good enough at fighting off these thoughts but today you just couldn’t shake them

- “Tooru, can we go?” you tugged on his sleeve and he turned to you before wincing slightly “Tooru where are your knee pads!” you scolded him

- “Ahaha sorry girls, i have to go know, thank you for your support, i appreciate it very much!” the group whined and shot you glares, blaming you for his early leave

- “Iwa, his knee is busted can you help” you slipped his arm around your shoulder and waiting for Iwa to take the other side

- “y/n-chan please, i don’t need help” you glared at him and he shut up, Iwa took his other side and you started to walk

- You were so caught up in your thoughts of insecurity and worry for Oikawa that you didn’t hear him ask you a question

- “y/n-channn why are you ignoring me, i’m sorry, i swear i’ll rest all day tomorrow” you looked over to him “i’m sorry baby what did you say?” he frowned before making you stop walking

- “i asked what was wrong, you’re really quiet” you smiled up at him “oh it’s nothing baby, how is your knee?” he huffed out in frustration, he hated when you did this, knowing you hated when he did it too

- “y/n. don’t do that, talk to me” you sighed “it’s dumb” you fiddled with the ends of your hoodie, pulling it out to make it appear looser

- “If you’re insecure right now i’m gonna kick ur ass with my broken knee :(“ you giggled at him lightly before smacking him “i know i told you it was dumb..”

- He frowned again “baby, you always make me talk about what’s really going on, i need you to do the same so i can help you..” he was right.. “It’s just, i don’t know, your fangirls today were staring at me a lot and they’re all so skinny and pretty and i just-it went to my head”

- He pouted before cupping both your cheeks “i don’t think i could ever love you more than i already do.. You have no idea how often i think i’m not enough for you baby, but you’re so much more than enough for me j couldn’t possibly be with anyone else, no one could treat me the way you do, you’re perfect in my eyes”

- A stray tear fell down onto his thumb as he swiped it away “Kawa of course you’re enough! You’re so talented and perfect, you always communicate with me and put effort into everything you do i’m so proud of you, please don’t doubt yourself!” he laughed at your scolding “how can you be so blind”

- You smiled at him as he pressed his lips against yours, pulling you against his body as he deepened the kiss “oi shitheads! hurry up!” You broke apart to see Iwaizumi ahead of you both waiting impatiently

- You laughed before taking his hand and continuing to walk, squeezing his hand lightly

Iwaizumi “i hate seeing you cry”

- You felt so guilty, you had just eaten what you thought was way too much cake and were now crying in front of the mirror

- You couldnt seem to find anything about yourself attractive, everytime you saw your reflection your eyes zeroed in on your flaws

- You grabbed at your stomach, your sides, everywhere you could while looking into the mirror with red puffy eyes

- Iwaizumis footsteps could be heard approaching your room, you quickly turned around and threw on one of his hoodies, trying to find some pants

- He opened the door to see you in his hoodie and some panties and immediately smirked “hi baby, what’re trying to do?” you shot up and slowly turned to face him, tugging the hoodie down as far as you could

- His smile dropped when he saw your tear stained cheeks and red eyes “y/n? what happened baby cmere” he pulled you into his chest, rubbing up and down your back before bringing you to the bed to sit on him

- You tried to speak but your eyes welled up with tears again “Haji, i need to get some pants..” you whispered, afraid your voice would crack if you spoke any louder and he felt his heart sink

- “Hey hey, tell me what happened” he smoothed your hair down before kissing your forehead, resting his hands on your hips

- he squeezed your hips reassuringly, a habit of his, but you tensed up. He put two and two together and sighed “i hate seeing you cry”

- “i just- don’t you want me to lose weight?” you looked up at him, wiping your tears on the ends of his hoodie while he gripped your hips harder

- “what the fuck are you talking about” he grunted before moving his hands to your ass “i love your body, i love all of you and i intend to spend the rest of my life reminding you how much i love you.” you smiled tearily at him and he kissed you firmly

- he began smoothing his hands over your ass and you chuckled at him “what’re you doing Haji?” “oh c’mon, you look so beautiful in my hoodie what do you expect, you’re always so beautiful..” he kissed you again, rougher this time before leaning back to throw his shirt off

- “I’m going to prove to you just how attractive i find you okay?” you nodded, he gripped the ends of his hoodie, trying to pull it off you but you held it down “wait-“ you looked into your lap, he sighed softly lifting your chin with his thumb and forefinger “if you don’t want to that’s okay baby, but if you don’t want me to see you because you’re insecure i’m going to have to beat you up for thinking badly about the love of my life.”

- You chuckled before kissing him again, letting him take off the hoodie “i love you haji..” “i love you too baby”

Matsukawa “don’t fucking touch them”

- You were out at a bar with Issei and Hanamaki, it had been a while since you’d hung out with your boyfriends best friend and you were all free after work and decided to grab drinks

- Since you’d been there, Issei had had a strong grip around your waist, making you sit on top of him and gripping your thighs every chance he got

- He only got like this when he was jealous but you don’t know why he’s been acting this way in front of Hanamaki

- You were talking to Hanamaki about an angry customer at work when Isseis hold around your middle tightened “baby i’m going to the bathroom you’re trying to squeeze the alcohol out of me” you chuckled getting off his lap and giving him a kiss on the cheek

- “be safe” you nodded before heading to the bathroom, wondering why he was acting so strange, you couldn’t tell but someone across the bar had been eyeing you up since you came in

- You were walking back out when someone stopped you in the hallway “hi pretty/handsome” the man reeked of strong liquor and you tried to push past them but he caged you against the wall

- “it’s rude to ignore people, didnt nobody ever teach you any manners?” he started to slur, dropping his hand down to your body “Isse-“ you were cut off by his other hand covering your mouth

- You shoved him off of you, he looked angry, he was about to storm back towards you when a fist connected with his face, knocking him back into the wall behind him “don’t fucking touch them.”

- Issei spat at the man before grabbing you and pushing your head into his chest “i wasn’t, i don’t wanna touch a fatass like them anyway” this time it was hanamaki to punch him, knocking him to the ground

- He shook his fist “ah fuck, y/n, you okay?” you nodded, smiling at your friend before looking up at Matsukawa who was looking down at you concerned

- “i’m okay baby, really, thank you” he hummed “i’m never letting you out of my sight again, i knew he was looking at you...you know you’re perfect right? don’t listen to him.” you nodded again, burying your face into his chest

- “i know, let’s just go home mkay? you both need to get some ice on your hands” Issei smiled, kissing the top of your head before taking his jacket off and putting it on you

- After you’d iced hanamakis hand and said your goodbyes you were on the couch with Matsukawa “Issei what’s up baby?” he was scowling at the wall so you sat down beside him

- “i just don’t understand how he had the nerve, i mean what a fucking ass.” you hummed, tracing your fingers over the tattoo on his arm, knowing it calmed him down

- He pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him “you’re okay though right?” you pushed your thing in between his brows to make him stop frowning, “yes baby i’m fine! please stop stressing” you kissed his forehead and he sighed, burying his face in your chest

- “i love you, and your body” he squeezed you tighter into his embrace, mumbling into your chest and you stroked his hair “i love you too Issei, honestly you’re more worked up about this than me, let’s go to bed okay?” he hummed, standing up with your legs wrapped around his waist before carrying your to bed

- He collapsed onto the mattress, on top of you, cuddling back into your chest with your legs tangled as you fell asleep in each others arms.

Hanamaki “you don’t think i can lift you?”

- Hanamaki was on his way home from work, he had texted you many times but you didn’t answer, you were fast asleep on the couch with one of your favourite shows playing in the background

- He tried to call you to see if you wanted him to bring anything home but you still didn’t answer, he was slightly worried so he tried to get home faster

- When he entered the house he called out “y/n? i’m home” he moved further into the house, seeing you fast asleep in the couch and he smiled

- He brushed the hair out of your face before flicking your forehead “dumbass you shouldn’t fall asleep on the couch” you stirred in your sleep but didn’t fully wake up

- He lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom before putting you under the covers. He went to take a shower hoping you’d wake up by the time he got out

- You woke up in your bed confused, you could’ve sworn you were on the couch, you figured you’d woken up and came to the bed to sleep

- The sound of the shower turning off alerted you to Hanamakis presence and you jumped out of bed “maki? hi love!” you kissed his cheek as he finished drying off his hair “hi, how was ur nap?” you smiled “good, didnt mean to sleep for so long, i haven’t made anything to eat”

- “it’s okay, your food sucks anyway” you stuck out your tongue as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, moving back into the bedroom “you look tired, c’mon i’ll carry you back to the couch while i check the fridge”

- you looked over at him confused before scoffing “yeah right” he looked over at you “what?” you raised your brow at him, gesturing your hands down your body before laughing softly

- He was quite offended to be honest “you don’t think i can lift you?” you looked over at him as if it was obvious before trying to exit the room.

- He ran over and pulled you into a hug from behind “excuse me, who do you think carries your sleepy ass from the couch to bed everytime you fall asleep watching your stupid shows?” you turned around in his hold “i walk?” he scoffed, you were serious?

- without warning he hoisted you up in his hold, smirking proudly at your flustered reaction “what were you saying about my big beefy muscles?” you rolled your eyes, tapping him to let you down, instead he began walked to the kitchen

- “maki put me down!” you tried to get out of his hold which earned you a slap on the ass “shhh, gosh i can’t even be a nice boyfriend!” he whined before putting you down on the couch

- “you’re welcome your highness” he bowed and you giggled “okay okay you can lift me” “hell yeah i can babe, these guns aren’t for show, plus, you’re a lot lighter than you think you are”

- you blushed at his words and he leaned in to kiss you sweetly “alright i’m checking the fridge, you can watch your show again but when i come back we’re watching something else okay?” you nodded before smiling, pulling Makis hoodie up to your nose and inhaling deeply

- You both settled into the couch and ate leftovers for dinner, talking about your days. After you finished you cleaned up before making your way back to the couch to settle in between Hanamakis legs

- You felt your eyelids growing heavy and you snuggled further into his chest before falling asleep. Maki felt your breathing slow and even out, he looked down and smiled at your sleeping face

- “i guess you’re making me do this again?” he sighed before pressing a kiss to your forehead, turning off the tv and slipping an arm under your legs and shoulders

- Once he carried you to bed for the second time that day he slipped under the covers with you, pulling you back into his chest and sighing “goodnight babe”

[angelamajiki]

PART ONE (yandere)

PAIRINGS: Bunny! Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

CW: nsfw, pegging, orgasm denial, mommy kink, rimming, fingering, kissing, spanking, praise kink, power play

AN: no yandere this time but please enjoy!! sorry it’s a day late <33

To say he was nervous about bringing up the topic was a hell of an understatement.

Even still, Tamaki was so afraid of your judgment and disapproval despite having been in a long-term relationship. His nerves never quite seemed to know how to calm themselves, especially when it came to you.

“What do you think, c-can we try it?” He shyly asked, taking your hand in his and looking up at you with those doe eyes you simply adore.

“Is that any way to ask mommy for something, bunny?”

Tamaki’s face flushed even further at the mention of his favorite name for you, feeling his blush spread to his pointed ears.

“Please, will you peg me, mommy?”

———— •

The two of you went down a sex shop the next day for preparations, letting Tamaki pick out the dildo he felt most comfortable letting you use. His blush was at an all-time high, making him seem near feverish as he snatched a 4-inch carrot-shaped one off the wall and into the basket you carried.

“Excellent choice.” You whispered in his ear, making him lurk further into the turtleneck of his sweater. “So eager, bunny. Why don't we hurry home so we can play, huh?”

———— •

Playtime was on for your little hybrid the second you made it back home. He bounded off to the bedroom, bag in hand as you locked up the front door. How cute, his leg was thumping in excitement on the bed when you finally entered the room.

Tail twitching in excitement, Tamaki pulled you on top of him and fell back onto the bed. Lean legs wrapped around your waist and slender arms looped around your neck. The sweet thing beneath you was practically shaking in anticipation under your deft touch.

Gentle fingers ghosted over his tail, making him buck his hips into yours with a whine.

“Now, now, no whining, Maki. Just tell mommy what you want.”

“W-Want you inside, mommy.” He whined again, turning his head into the pillow as he ground his hips up into yours.

Detangling yourself from him, Tamaki flipped himself over with his pert little ass in the air and flushed face in the sheets. He pulled down his shorts and flung them off the bed. He always did like to keep his shirt on, though, the shy thing he was.

You settled onto your knees behind him, pushing his back down to buck his hips up towards you. Gathering a glob of spit, you let it drip onto his hole, making him squirm beneath you.

“Be still.” You ordered, giving him a quick spank to his ass.

Your tongue set out to work on his tight, puckered hole, chuckling into him when he squeezed himself around nothing but your appendage. His squeals and whines were music to your ears as you lapped against his hole, milking his hard cock at the same time with your free hand.

Tamaki couldn't help but grip your hair with nimble fingers, pushing his hips against your face. Your tongue sent sparks throughout his whole body, making him convulse under your hot mouth.

“Oh fuck, mommy!”

Another spank landed on his backside, forcing a yelp and a jerk out of him.

“Mind your manners, boy.”

“Y-Yes mommy.”

Silly boy, he knows better than to swear at you. You chose to forego giving him an orgasm through rimming and cut straight to the chase, slathering lube against his already wet hole.

A single finger wiggled its way inside of him, drawing out a wanton moan from his trembling lips. The digit pumped slowly in and out of him, gently prodding around for his sweet spot.

You set a slow pace, loving the sounds you were pulling from your bunny. You intended to prep your boy thoroughly. The finger finally found his prostate, rubbing it gently.

Cries spilled from his lips as you continued to milk his cock, adoring his pleas and begs for you to slow down, that he was going to cum.

“Did I say you could cum? Naughty thing.”

“P-Please? Oh please, mommy. I need to cum!” He panted out, hips twitching and bucking under your touch. “Mommy! I can’t, I can’t-”

“Shh, shh. It's alright, sweet pea, go ahead and cum.”

Tamaki came a few seconds later with permission, crying out as he shot hot ropes of cum all over the bedspread beneath him. You finger and hand didn't stop once he finished and instead, you opted to add another finger to his hole.

Tamaki squirmed violently underneath you, whining and shouting that mommy it was too much!

“I said be still, boy. Do l need to punish you? You're really pushing my last nerve tonight. So disrespectful.”

Both your fingers abused his prostate, making him howl and drool under you as he came, over-sensitive and overstimulated from his previous orgasm.

Mumbles of apologies and praises for you slipped from his quivering mouth. Feeling kind enough to let him catch his breath, you gently stroked his back as he sobbed into the pillow.

“Shh, you're alright, sweet pea. You're okay.”

Poor thing, Tamaki was always such a sensitive boy.

His hips started to buck up into your hand as he gripped the sheets.

“More, mommy. Please?” His voice was hoarse from his shouting and moaning, barely above a whisper, as he held onto your free hand and laced your fingers together. “I need you.”

The two fingers inside him began to piston in and out of him again, staying sweet and slow. You savored the soft moans seeping from him and gave the back of his hand a gentle kiss.

“There we go, honey. Just like that. You're such a good boy for me.”

Tamaki whimpered at the praise, squeezing your hand tightly as his hole clenched around the third finger entering him.

“Feels good to be stretched, huh baby.”

The boy nodded, tugging your arm towards him so he could place a sweet kiss on your plush lips. He whimpered and whined into the kiss as all three fingers circled his sweet spot. Licking at your lips, you deepened the kiss with his tongue, gently sucking on it while he enveloped your lips with his.

The next build to his orgasm was slow and gentle, letting him moan softly with teary eyes as he came for the third time, this time untouched.

You pet his sweaty forehead as you pecked at his lips, riding out his high with a smile.

“I think my good boy is ready for his treat now.” You mused. “What do you think, bunny?”

Tamaki nodded quickly, getting onto his back as you locked the strap into place on your hips.

“Come now, suck on mommy’s cock.”

Hauling him up to his knees, you stood before him on the bed and nudged the silicon at his lips. Obediently, he took it into his mouth with your hand on the back of his head.

“Good boy, Maki.” You whispered, threading all your fingers through his hair as you thrust into his mouth. Holding his head in place, you thrust your hips into his mouth, feeling a sliver of pleasure run up your spine at the sound of his choked whimpers. Using both hands, you pushed his head flush against your crotch and held him there, chuckling as he shook beneath you and choked deeply.

After a few moments, you let him up for air and smiled at his reddened face.

“I think mommy’s cock is wet enough for your tight little hole now. On your back, boy.”

What an obedient bunny you had. Scrambling, Tamaki pushed a pillow up under his hips and grasped your hand in his once more.

“Ready, little boy?”

“Y-Yes, mommy.”

With his approval, you began to sink the slick strap into him, watching as his mouth opened wide into an O-shape and screwed shut eyes.

“How’s that feel, sweetpea?”

About half way in with the dildo, you paused briefly to let him catch his breath.

“‘S good, mommy! So good!” He gasped.

“Breathe for me, okay? Breathe nice and deep for mommy.”

Continuing on, you stroked his cock while pushing into the hilt, shushing him gently as he practically screamed in pleasure.

“O-oh mommy! Mommy, mommy, mommy!”

The poor boy was babbling incoherently, sobbing in pleasure as he ground your hips up into his prostate. Howling, Tamaki gripped both your forearms that held his waist in place. Your pace was agonizingly slow, wanting him to beg for you to fuck him like an animal.

“Feeling good?”

Tamaki whined at your words, pushing his hips flush against yours and bouncing slightly. He nodded and whispered. “I-I need more, mommy! Please, I can't take it!”

“Hush now, I’m giving you all the I have.”

Smirking, you slowed your pace down and held his hips firmly in place.

“L-Let me ride you then. Can I, mommy? Can I please. I-I need to!”

“I don't know if I should let you.” Sighing dramatically, you stopped your hips altogether. “You’ve been so naughty tonight, swearing at me and rushing me.”

Tamaki whined loudly and thrashed in your grip.

“I-I’ll be good, mommy! I promise I promise, I promise. Please just fuck me stupid!” He sobbed, bucking his hips up into yours.

“Fine, I suppose I can punish you later.”

With that, you started a rough pace into him and flipped him onto his stomach. One hand on his cock and the other pushing his lower back down to get a perfect arch on your strap.

The sound of Tamaki’s cries and skin slapping against skin filled the room. You were doing your best to give him the rough pounding he deserved, slapping his ass a few times for good measure.

Tamaki, on the other hand, was face down in the pillow, drooling as he gripped the sheets tightly. Your hand wrung itself through his locks and yanked his head upward, earning a cry of pleasure from him as you continued to slam into him.

“Mommy! M-Mommy! ‘M gonna cum again!”

“Do it. Cum for me, boy.”

Your hand fisted his cock hard and fast, synching up with your thrusts. With his tongue lolled out, Tamaki came hard with a loud moan, shaking beneath your hands as he rode out his orgasm on your strap.

After coming down, the two of you huffed and shared the comfortable silence of the room as your hand stroked his back gently.

“Such a good boy for me, Maki.”

[ultralovedeluxe]

Yan! Josuke with prompts #19, #44, and #29

Hello everyone! This was requested by @mochimizuki121 , thank you for requesting! Feared that it came out ooc, that’s why it took so long. Not proud of this one, but I hope you enjoy it! 

‘Please don’t cry, show me that smile I love so much!’

‘Did you really think you could escape?’

‘Stop denying our love! Stop denying our future together!’

Warnings: 18 year old Josuke, female reader, yandere behaviors, assault, manipulation, break-up, angst (?), some Okuyasu x reader, ooc, light nsfw, non/dub con, blackmail

  A word to describe Higashikata Josuke would be, emotional. Yes, that’s the perfect way to describe him. He lets his feelings take over in situations, but most importantly, his feelings towards you were getting in the way of his friendship. But he won’t ever admit that

 Yes..emotional was a perfect word to describe Higashikata Josuke..

-

  Here he was again, listening to Okuyasu’s ramblings. Usually Josuke wouldn’t mind listening to his friend, after all it was a delight to hear his friend speak. If only his friend wasn’t talking about how cute you looked when you slept, or what noise you made when he would poke your cheek. It was painful to just keep smiling, seeing your best friend with the girl of his dreams together. Josuke wanted to be happy for his friend, but his jealously kept making it harder for him to just pretend everything’s fine. 

  He couldn’t understand how his friend could mange to get a catch like that. What did Okuyasu have that he didn’t? Wait, he can’t be thinking of something like that, he has to be happy for his friend..

 “You should’ve seen her Josuke! She looked so cute when she came over! She was wearing that necklace I bought her along with a cute skirt, ah she looked amazing! I’m so lucky to have her” Okuyasu said letting out a dreamy sigh, as he continued to walk back home. The poor bastard was too in love to even notice Josuke’s burning rage. Josuke tried not to grit his teeth to what he was hearing, but ended up doing it anyway. Josuke let out a low chuckle, “Wow Okuyasu..that’s sounds great..wish I could’ve seen it too...” he mumbled. “What did you say Josuke?-” Okuyasu asked, looking back towards his pompadour-haired friend who was falling behind. “Nothing” Josuke said a little bit more louder and more clear this time.

 A few more minutes into the walk, Okuyasu kept babbling about you, Josuke was really about to lose his cool; but he didn’t want to hurt his friend. After all he’s supposed to be happy for him. “So as I was saying, I’m thinking of getting her a necklace with those initials-”

“Okuyasu, have you ever imagined [first] with somebody else?” Josuke asked in the friendliest manner possible. Okuyasu looked at Josuke with confusion, “No, why do you ask that?” Josuke shrugged and threw his school bag over his shoulder, “Just curious man, you know [first] is a really cute gal, don’t you wonder how she’d look with somebody else?” Okuyasu shook his head, “No I never thought about it that way..But now that you mention it, she is kind of better than me right?” Okuyasu asked scratching the back of his head lightly. “I don’t know man, well I gotta get home, see ya tomorrow then Okuyasu”

 “Right see ya tomorrow..”

 Unfortunately for Okuyasu, Josuke knew what he was doing.

-

 Today seemed perfect for you. You had woken up extra early just to prepare lunch for Okuyasu. You weren’t an expert on preparing Italian cuisine, but a few tips from Tonio helped you get the hang of it a bit. Either way, Okuyasu is going to eat it since he never brings lunch from home. Feeling satisfied with what you prepared for your boyfriend, you decide it’s time to finally head to school. 

 You didn’t live far from the school, so it was easy to get there in time. You sat near one of the open benches and sat the lunch you prepared earlier this morning. Usually you’d would start working on your homework before class began, but thankfully you’d done it last night; so now all you had to do for the remainder of your free period was wait for Okuyasu. 

  Minutes passed by and you finally saw Okuyasu walk up to campus. The wait was finally over, you ran up to Okuyasu and hugged him tight. “Good morning Oku! How’s Mansaku-san? Oh! Here’s your lunch for today, I stopped by Tonio’s to prepare that Italian dish you liked so much, I know it’s not good as his but-” Okuyasu cut you off, “[first] could we talk real quick?” he asked walking over to sit by a bench nearby. Confused, you follow after him and sit down beside him, “Alright, what is it you want to talk about?”. Okuyasu bit his lip slightly, although it looked as if he was holding back tears, “[first]-chan, you are one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, but I’m not sure I deserve you as my girlfriend” he said rubbing the back of his neck. You chuckled nervously, “Oku, what are you saying? You know I love you so much-” Cutting you off again, Okuyasu wiped a forming tear from his eye, “I know you love me, and I love you too..but I’m not sure about us. You deserve someone better, I’m sorry [first]-chan, but I want to break up..” and with that Okuyasu got up from the bench and walked away. Leaving you alone with the Italian cuisine in your hands and a broken heart. 

-

  You ate spaghetti that you had eagerly prepared earlier this morning just for your precious..exboyfriend with tears running down your cheeks. Not even after hours of sitting in class thinking about your ex, you still didn’t understand why he broke up with you. You wanted to understand why he did it, but you still couldn’t. Seriously? After all you’ve done for him. You thought your relationship with the male would last, but you guess not. You wiped the tears from your face, the sweater you wore was damp from how much you were wiping your tears. You just couldn’t stop crying, the break up really hurt. Thank god no one else knew of this place in school, you couldn’t even imagine what you’d do if someone saw you like this.

  “[first]-chan is that you!?” you heard a familiar voice call out to you. When you turned around to see who it was, you were met with the pompadour-haired male running down the hill to meet you. “Josuke? What are you doing here?” you asked before frantically wiping the tears from your face. Josuke sat down next to you, “I didn’t see you go through your usual road to lunch, so I went to go look for you..” he said before looking at you more seriously, “[first]-chan, were you crying?” he asked with a concerned tone in his voice. You sniffled “I wasn’t crying, its just allergies..”

 “Bullshit! You’re eyes are red and puffy! Did someone hurt you, tell me their name and I swear I’ll make them pay!” you shook your head and managed to calm Josuke down. “No Josuke it’s not like that, it’s just..Okuyasu broke up with me that’s all..” you couldn’t manage to finish the rest of your sentence before you broke down crying. Josuke gave you a warm embrace, “Shh, it’s okay, I’m here..”  He felt your tears go through his yellow shirt as you kept on sobbing. Josuke let you go and held your face up, “Let it all out [first]-chan” When he saw that you kept sniffling, he sighed and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, “Please don’t cry [first]-chan, it hurts me so much to see you like this, ah cmon show me that smile I love so much!”. Once Josuke let go of your face, you rubbed your nose and smiled a bit before softly whispering a ‘thanks’. In truth, you still didn’t feel better, but you appreciate that Josuke is trying to at least make you feel something else other than misery.  It was the thought that counted right?

  Meanwhile, Josuke couldn’t be happier. Sure, it hurt to see you cry, but the important thing was is that you were single. And now that he comforted you in a time of crisis, he was sure now that it wouldn’t be long that you would start to feel the same way. 

-

You still felt awful after your breakup with Okuyasu, its been hard especially when hanging out with your friend group. You and Okuyasu still speak to one another, but it’s just not the same. Speaking of which, you’ve been talking to Josuke a lot more lately. Ever since he had helped you get somewhat over your relationship with Okuyasu, he has been glued to your hip. He walks you to class, and always accompanies you for lunch (or anywhere really). You have to admit though, it was annoying at first having Josuke follow you around like a lost puppy, but you soon got used to it. After all, all Josuke wanted to do was help you. You thought it was sweet that Josuke wanted to help you, but that still didn’t explain why he was acting..let’s say odd. 

 Holding you by your hand as you walked by the halls, never inviting the others to hang out during the weekends (and here you thought Okuyasu was his best friend). It was almost as if he always had time for you.

 Oh but that’s just a silly thought. Maybe you were the weird one for thinking that Josuke was acting strange. He’s just being a good friend, that’s all. 

 Josuke is just a really good friend.

-

 The sun was shining bright in Morioh-cho, everything seemed so lively today. Everything from tourists popping out every now and then, to the squeals of teenage boys raging about the latest chapter in Pink Dark Boy. Today seemed like the perfect day for Josuke to finally get something off his chest. He had planned everything out for today. He had invited you over to Tonio’s to hang out for the day, and you had agreed. He had bought you some flowers to give you by the end of the day, he had even asked Rohan to draw something you might like (which the mangaka had reluctantly agreed to). 

 Josuke was prepared, he was oh so sure you were going to say yes. Of course you’re going to be his girlfriend! Why wouldn’t you be? He had hanged out you for the last couple of months, he had given you the right amount of attention you’d ever need. Everything was going according to plan.

.

.

.

“No, I’m sorry Josuke, but it’s a no”

 Josuke couldn't’ believe the words that had just left your lips. No? After all he had done for you, your answer is no? This couldn’t be happening. 

 Josuke shook his head, and quickly rubbed his eyes with his sleeve (trying to hide the fact that he was about to shed a tear). “But why? Am I not enough for you? Is there someone else you like?-” the pompadour haired male asked, trying his best to not let his voice crack. You smiled and shook your head while caressing his cheek with your hand, “Josuke..in all honesty I only see you as a friend, nothing more” you let go of his cheek and sit down on a small gray bench that was near. “Josuke, you are really one of the best friends I could ever ask for, but I just don’t see myself dating you, and besides..” you took and deep breath “Despite all that happened, I’m still in love with Oku, and I don't know maybe I'm just not ready for a relationship at the moment, y'know? But we can still be friends right?" you said, blushing lightly at the thought of your ex boyfriend. You'd expect that Josuke would've taken the rejection lightly, after all you were kind enough to still remain friends with the male.

   Josuke however, did not take the news lightly as you thought he would. Almost immediately, Josuke had grabbed you by your hands and pulled you close to him.  "Why do you still love Okuyasu after he broke your heart!? Why don't you love me, I've done nothing but give you adoration!". You looked at your friend in extreme fear, you didn't know what to do in this situation. "Josuke let me go you're hurting me! If you don't stop I'll-" you stuttered your words out. Josuke was just looking at you with a menacing glare, "Or what? You'll call Okuyasu? Stop thinking about him already! Just date me please, I loved you for so long! Longer than he has" You shook your head, you were starting to get fed up with his behavior, did he not understand what 'no' meant? "I said no Josuke! I don't want to date you! And if you think I will after this you're fucking stupid-!"

    Before you knew it Josuke had slapped you, but due to his strength, the slap didn't feel like a slap at all. "I'm sorry [first]-chan but now you see what happens when you don't just agree with me. You need to stop denying our love! You know you love me, so please stop denying our future together!". You couldn’t believe the words that were coming from Josuke’s mouth. Were these obsessed, disgusting words truly coming from Josuke? Sweet, and caring Josuke. While you were lost in your thoughts, Josuke took this opportunity to grab you and hold you close to his chest. “I’m sorry for hurting you [first]-chan, but what you said really hurt me so I-” he stopped for a second and leaned his head closer to yours just to take a small sniff of your hair. You just smelled so good, he had to do it.  You smelled like the coconut shampoo you had bought recently. And your perfume was different this time too. He knew he could overpower you at any time, so he took his chance and caressed your breasts softly with his hands. Along with this, he rubbed against your backside and groaned into your ear. He imagined it was him thrusting inside you. He imagines how warm you must feel. Or how cute you’d look when you were on the verge of climax.

  Him grinding against you and touching you was the last straw, you knew you had to get away from him. You turned around and looked at Josuke with both disgust and fear, and then you ran. You didn't want to be in his presence any longer. Here you thought that Josuke was a good friend trying to help you in a time you needed the most. But he’s just some asshole who needed to learn when a woman says no is no. How upsetting, you only wished that the incident didn’t exist.

  But for Josuke, those few moments felt almost heavenly. Grinding against you felt so good, he wanted more, but you just had to get away didn’t you? He watched you run off to who knows where. He knew he’d get you eventually, he just had to be patient. But his patience wouldn’t last long.

-

 For at least three weeks you have completely avoided Josuke and your friend group. You ignored all their calls, because the farther you were from Josuke, the safer you felt. You wanted to forget that day you hung out with Josuke. You wished you just never went to that damn Italian restaurant. Maybe then he would never have confessed his ‘love’ for you (that is more obsession than love in your book). Maybe then none of this would have happend. But alas here we are. 

 The telephone rang and you overheard your mother speak with what sounded like Yukako. “[first], dear it’s for you! It’s your friend Yukako!” your mother shouted. You held the phone and answered. “[first]-chan where have you been? Are you okay? We’ve been worried. You didn’t come across a stand user have you?” Yukako asked concerned. You lied, “No, I haven’t, trust me even if I did I wouldn’t notice. I’m fine I’ve just been..stressed, that’s all..” you lied, you didn’t want anyone to know about your situation with Josuke. “Well that’s good. So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me and Koichi-kun today. We were thinking of going to the beach just for the weekend”. 

 At first you were hesitant, you didn’t want to see Josuke, but you did want to see your friends since you missed them. And if it was just Yukako, Koichi, and potentially Okuyasu, then you were down to go. You sighed and agreed. It wouldn’t hurt to see your friends once more, and to be honest you were excited.

-

 Yukako planned on picking you up and then walking to the beach, which you had agreed on. However, when she went to pick you up, she had brought some company. She brought Koichi (of course), Okuyasu, and to your horror, Josuke. Not once did Yukako mention that she was bringing Josuke along. Throughout the whole car ride you felt uncomfortable. You felt Josuke’s eyes watching your every move. It didn’t help that everyone else was having fun, while you were paranoid.

 Arriving at the beach, things got worse. Josuke was behind you at all times, and really if people weren’t around you would have yelled at him to leave you alone. Unfortunately you couldn’t do that. Not with Okuyasu and the rest of your friends here at least.

 You excused yourself to the bathroom just to get away from Josuke, and you could say that those three minutes you spent alone in the bathroom, were the best minutes you had in your life up until this point. You then heard the doorknob jiggle, so you walked over to it and unlocked it. “Yukako is that you? I’m almost done let me just-” you gasped at the sight, but before you could react, Josuke had covered your mouth and locked you both in the bathroom. 

 You whimpered and tried to scream but it was no use, Josuke was using Crazy Diamond to close your mouth. You heard Josuke chuckle, “You know its really cute when you think you can run away from your future boyfriend [first]-chan. Did you really think you could escape me?” he said. You felt as if he was mocking you. Things escalated from bad to worse as Josuke began to kiss your neck. Kisses went from heated bites on your neck, then sloppy, inexperienced kisses from Josuke. He had your breasts exposed, since he ripped your top immediately. You tried to remain emotionless throughout this whole session, but Josuke noticed, so he pinched your nipple to get a reaction. And a reaction he got as you released a muffled moan from your covered lips. “Please stop..” you whimpered.

 You heard Okuyasu shout from outside, “Hey [first]-chan! Are you good in there?”. You wanted to cry for help, but Josuke bent you over and slapped your ass, “Go ahead doll, tell him you’re okay..” he whispered. Crazy Diamond lowered it’s hand from your mouth to let you speak. Josuke raised your head up, “And remember, if you yell for help, I’ll open this door right now and show Okuyasu how much of a whore you look-”

 “I-i’m okay! Just a bit dizzy! I’ll be out soon!” you told him, you didn’t want Okuyasu to see you like this. “Okay! Just call me if you need anything” and with that you didn’t hear from the husky voiced male anymore, but you heard Josuke whisper in your ear,

  “That’s my good girl...”

[moxfirefly]

Hi!

Can I ask you to do a fic about some numbers of the 200 prompts? If it's not a problem for you... ✨🥺👉🏻👈🏻✨

Maybe 51, 110 and 144 with Donnie and a fem reader? 🥺💜✨

I imagine that he's alone with the reader and she's listening some music. They're talking and then some songs with 'hot' lyrics or with 'sex vibe start to play, u know? Like Call Out My Name (The Weeknd), Chateau (blackbear)... They like each other so they get horny and end up fucking like animals. :)))

(The + kinky the better. I'm a horny™ girl xd)

Ps: If it's too much work or something don't worry. I don't want you to do something that you don't want/can :)❤️✨

Ps 2: I love your blog ❤️

As a member of the Donnie thirst brigade I’m more than happy to just give out some shameless smut with that tall sassy nerd. Also you had me at The Weeknd so yes. Took a small liberty with the music hope you dig it.

Goes without saying,

Rated Explicit (18+ Years Only)

“You give me energy, make me feel lightweight”

It starts with a simple question, a small fixation you’ve had when it comes to Donatello and your rapidly growing crush on him.

It’s a silly question, possibly even a comical one, but nevertheless an interesting one.

You’re both in his room, the ever changing LED lights accompanying the two of you while music drones out of his speakers. Inside the nook he barely sleeps in but still smells of him. Opposite each other, with your foot buried beneath his strong legs because you’re easily cold. That small detail of having Donnie’s hand resting close to your ankle making you smile.

Being best friends naturally meant that all manner of conversations have been had. Fun topics, curiosities of life and even some personal things you wouldn’t actually discuss with just anybody.

So you ask it,

“What’s a must have song in a sex playlist” You grin, wondering if this might be the time you both reach a TMI moment, but Donnie doesn’t disappoint. “I believe the mood is a big factor there, there is no sole correct answer” He throws back with a knowing smile. You slip your feet from under his thigh and opt out to prop them up on his lap, and on auto pilot he grabs them giving the soles of your feet a squeeze.

“Define mood? mood for sex is pretty straightforward and there’s gotta be a must have on said sex playlist” You retort back, enjoying how he just starts massaging your feet. “True but what I’m referring more is the mood of the moment, is it a loving mood? A kinky mood?” You wiggle your toes when he catches a ticklish spot. His answer absolutely delights you so you prod just a little more.

“Ok follow up, you’ve got a girl on your bed and she’s got the hots for you, what are you playing to set the mood just right?” You lean back, proud of yourself with the sheepish smile Donnie sports, making him flush was one of your favorite past times.

“Depends, is this girl kinky? Is she vanilla?” He pushes up his glasses when you make an ‘oh’ sound. “I think you like vanilla girls” You enunciate your statement by poking him with your foot.

“Y/n I’m seriously hurt, all this time as friends and you think vanilla girls are my favorite?” He shook his head with a snort.

“Donatello well I’ll be, we gotta circle back to that in a bit. So final answer, what are you playing when this hypothetical girl is giving you bedroom eyes?” You found his gaze, a shy smile gracing his features. Donnie leaned over plucking a tablet from his many little Knick knacks in the nook. He scrolled for a bit, swiping his finger upwards before a pleased look appeared on his face.

The familiar bass beat made your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Streets by Doja Cat? Really?” He nodded placing the tablet back in its stand. “Don’t approve?” He asked, you shook your head. “Au Contraire, I’d jump anybodies bones who’d play that to set the mood” The two of you looked at one another, Donnie eyes carefully scanning over your features, assessing a mile a minute in that brilliant mind of his.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” He followed the tip of your tongue sneaking out before you bit down on your bottom lip.

“Depends. Are you seducible?” You felt his hands run down your feet, gripping your ankles.

Donnie moved your legs, scooting closer to you with an unreadable expression. You didn’t register holding your breath until you reached for his glasses. Setting them aside you inched closer towards his lips. Donnie closed the remaining space, catching your lower lip between his lips, he kissed softly chastely leaving you somewhat hanging for what you hoped would be a deep kiss.

“You’re such a needy baby” His smile spread and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Oh. So that’s how he wanted to play.

You were ready to crash your lips onto his but felt his hand wrap around your throat, the way your pupils dilated only made him chuckle softly. “Call me vanilla again” His thumb caressed your throat, the sensation soothing but only making your stomach flip flop on itself. You were about to let another sass laced comment fall from your lips when his hand slid up, cupping your chin, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your lips.

God if he didn’t jump you by now you were going to scream.

“Donnie-“ He slid said thumb into your mouth and on command your eyes closed, where the fuck and how the fuck was he being this cocky and sure of himself?

Feeling the bed dip and said digit in your mouth disappear your eyes shot open. Donnie was pleased as punch with how stricken you looked. You bit the inside of your cheeks, pressing your thighs together. Time to level the playing field. You smoothed out your skirt, sitting up better to entice him with your legs.

“Chicken” You smirked.

“You can do better than that, Y/n” Donnie made sure the space was safe and no interruptions would take place, he toned down the colors of the lights. For a fraction the air of cockiness left him. “Are sure about this? Do you want to keep going?” Ever the gentleman, you gave your answer by hooking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging him closer. You backed up into the nook, Donnie knelt on the bed, astride your hips, eyes focused on taking in the details he’d often fantasized about.

“You already know how this one will end” You ran a hand up that hard plastron, the sensation making you curious, gently you placed open mouthed kisses. You felt him inhale deeply as you slowly undid the button of his pants. His hand came to rest behind your hair, digging into the scalp as you continue your trail of kisses.

“This your plan all along?” You snapped off his suspenders. “Too obvious I’ve been wanting to fuck my best friend silly?” Donnie swallowed, hands untying his signature mask, he tugged you down onto his bed, he’d never seen an image so beautiful and right. Without hesitation his hands cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. He buried his face between them, all tension rolling off those broad shoulders in shuddering breaths. “You smell perfect” Came his muffled reply between your breast. You raised your hips, trying to find some friction which Donnie was happy to provide with a roll of his hips.

That felt big, that felt way too good. “I feel better I can assure you” That definitely caused a deep churr to vibrate from within him. Explorations can be resumed for another time, right now you wanted him to feel the mess he had caused with such simple touches and words. Somewhere around breathing each others hard gasps, you felt your skirt being pushed up, as you nudged his pants further down with your foot. Donnie was super glued to your lips, even as hands explored, cupping, grabbing, running along the product of his torture.

With a plead that you pressed against his throat you felt Donnie throw your leg over his hip, your hand disappearing between the two of your to guide his hard slick cock to your aching core. There on your sides you met eyes as he pushed into you so deliberately slow, not just to not hurt you but to watch that very second where your gaze comprehended the sensation of him. Your knuckles ran the edges of his shell before landing at his neck. Each thrust sending waves of dizzying pleasure.

Donnie pressed his forehead against yours, that cockiness replaced by pure bliss, mouth agape and eyes shut tight as he moved with each of your wanton sounds. “Donnie look at me, want you to look at me when you cum” Your voice trembled when his eyes fluttered open and you saw such a debauched display. This time you grinned breathless as you wrapped a hand around his neck. “Yes, just like that baby, for me come on” You moaned when his hips began to stutter ruthlessly.

Kissing Donnie as he started to cum was possibly going to be your favorite thing from now on. He went to limp against you but still kept a bruising hold on you as he filled you up and made you so warm. Running the tips of your finger across his cheek you saw that sated smile appear. Slowly disentangling you he slid down moving your legs apart, and already you knew that there was no stoping this.

You were both simply hooked.

[unprofessional-bard]

A Small Surprise

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

Request: Could you write a fluffy Ezio (Assassin's Creed) x Wife! Reader oneshot, where Reader finds out that she is pregnant and she surprised with Ezio by giving a knitted pair of baby booties?

Pairing: Ezio Auditore x Female!Reader

Warnings: Just fluff.

Summary: I think the request itself is pretty self explanatory 😅

Word Count: 1.365

Author's Note: Okay so I know many of you would've preferred if I wrote words like 'sweetheart' or 'my love' in Italian, but unfortunately I don't speak Italian. I mean, I speak French to some level and it could be about the same thing when it comes to masc./femininity of the words, but I don't want to confuse anyone! So I just put in an Animus text in there :")))

Enjoy!

{ File Translated From Italian }

Cool breeze, warm weather and a full moon rising over the green and yellowing fields of Florence; simple yet important things Ezio thought he'd never see again on many occasions throughout his journeys from Italia to Anatolia and back. Although the city bared bad memories for the assassin, he also had the most important and precious ones there: His whole childhood, for starters, the foundations of his family and friends...

And now, something much more.

"(Y/N)?"

No reply, you were probably asleep. He closed the door and grabbed the candle which was slowly melting down on the small table right next to the entrance, which you must've lit for him. He'd been in the city for the day, handling groceries and paying a visit to Claudia while you stayed home and did chores. Only away for hours, still in the same city, yet he had missed you like crazy. Plus, there was also the voice in the back of his head, worrying him and telling him something bad must've happened to you. After his life as an assassin and making a lot of enemies, even though they were no more, he instinctively worried.

He quietly made his way up to the second floor where your shared room was and saw lights coming from the small gap under the door. He quietly knocked on the door and entered, only to find you laying on the bed with a book in your hand.

"Ezio," You smiled and immediately put the book aside. He sighed in relief and a warm smile stretched across his lips. He walked over to you, after placing his candle on the table on his side, and placed a kiss on your forehead, before sitting down beside you and giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"I missed you," He took your hand in his and kissed the back of it, then your knuckles. His lips were soft on your skin: "I missed you a lot, my sweet."

"Me too," You smiled lazily at him. "Go, get undressed and come back to bed."

"As you wish, princess," Ezio gave you a cocky grin and got off the bed.

"Princess?" You chuckled. "I think I'm a little old for that now, love."

"What can I say?" He spoke, his voice deep. "Anything to please my queen."

You chuckled, then watched him disappear into another room connected to your bedroom and took it as the perfect opportunity to pull out the little surprise you'd been working on the whole day from under your bed. You pushed yourself down until you were laying on your back and placed the small boots on your belly. Right before he walked back in, you closed the blanket over your body until it reached your armpits and, without realising, held your breath.

"How was your day?" You heard him ask you once he walked in, he was now wearing his white shirt and pants only.

"Oh, it was good, you know," You replied nonchalantly, a big, nervous smiled on your face. "I was working on something and now it's finished."

"Hm?" He hummed curiously, then climbed into bed. "Can I see it?"

"Sure," Your voice wavered in excitement. "It's actually for you- partly. Think of it as a surprise... Lift the blanket."

A mischievous smirk stretched across Ezio's face: "Oh, well, is that why you're hiding behind the covers?"

You nodded and beamed at him. He could tell you were acting a little strange, but he assumed it was because of this surprise you had for him. Thinking of it as undergarments, Ezio leaned in to place a kiss on your lips; a soft one, which made your toes curl. Despite his age, Ezio still had the energy and enthusiasm to give you the pleasure of your life- small remnants from his youth.

"Open it," You gestured the blanket after reluctantly pulling back from his lips, biting your own as you grinned at him.

He gave you an intrigued look - he was partly on top of you, so despite his head looking right down at you, his body was pressed to your side. He then slowly removed the blankets, your eyes never leaving his face. Finally, as soon as he saw the items resting on your belly, his mischievous expression turned into an utterly shocked one. You heard a hushed gasp leave his lips and saw his brown eyes widen. Ezio let go of the breath he was holding, then gulped, sitting up as he picked up the boots: "(Y/N)..."

"Surprise..." You said, voice barely above a whisper.

He quietly studied the boots in his palms, he was shocked as if he was seeing the temple goddess -this vision or whatever it was- for the first time many years ago. He finally looked into your eyes, then gently -oh, so gently- placed a hand on your belly. He was holding his breath.

He noticed he had to make sure you knew he was absolutely thrilled and excited about the news, for your face grew worried. Before you could say anything, he leaned in for another kiss- a passionate, slow, lovely kiss that made you melt.

"How long- I mean-" Ezio tried to ask after pulling back, roses blossoming on his cheeks.

"I'm not quite sure," You confessed, relaxing at his positive reaction. "Haven't been to the midwife yet."

"We can go-? Tomorrow, how about tomorrow, hm?" He grinned unintentionally as he rubbed your belly.

"Sure, okay," You nodded and chuckled at his softened behaviour. "You're happy, right?"

"Happy?" Ezio gave you an incredulous look, his eyes glowing. Was he about to cry? "You're a true jester, my love."

You giggled and lightly slapped his shoulder as he lowered himself to lay his head on your abdomen: "You could be severely punished to degrade a queen, you know." He let out another brief laugh, then a content sigh as he hugged your frame, while you placed your fingers through his hair and started to caress it slowly: "Everything's going to be better. Better than they already were."

"Yes," He agreed. His body heat caused you to remove the blanket to the empty spot beside you. He then got up, extinguished the candles on both his and your side, then went back to lay on your belly: "Are you comfortable, like this?"

"Yes," You hummed and closed your eyes with a small smile on your lips. He laid still as you combed strands of his graying hair away from his face in a calming manner. "I love you, Ezio."

"I love you too, my sweet." He lifted your night gown until the soft skin below his face got revealed, then placed a kiss on the spot right next to your bellybutton.

Ezio was the best thing that had happened to you. You'd been friends ever since you were small children, you always had a silly little crush on him but ever since he saw Cristina, you had decided it was not worth the try- he seemed so in love... After his father and brothers were killed and he fled to Monteriggioni, you and your family were harassed for protecting and being friends with them, but you never gave him up and, when he came back, he helped all of you escape to his uncle's commune.

Interesting, how fate worked. He was gone for so long, oftentimes you thought about not being able to see him again - you didn't care if he was your lover or not at one point, you just wanted to see him alive and well. After everything that you both went through, everything he did; all the places he'd visited and the women he'd been with, even after his visit to Istanbul (that was what his friend Yusuf called the city and Ezio couldn't bring himself to use any other name, and you respected that), he still somehow ended up in your arms. You'd waited for so long, gave up hope on multiple occasions despite what Claudia always told you, but you still waited. You couldn't love anyone else like you loved Ezio Auditore.

Well, the wait proved not to be a waste of time after all.

[marvelouspeterparker]

hi! since you're done with prof!tom (and thank you for writing all of those requests; you're awesome!) I was wondering if I could request something for mob!tom? where like reader has just given birth and has been given the 'okay' by her doctor to be intimate with tom again but because she's insecure about how her body has changed, she lies about it and tom finds out and decides to show reader just how much he still wants her; body changes and all?

––clearing out my inbox–– (requests are closed) 

this turned out way longer than expected lol but i’m kinda proud of this one

warnings: smut

word count: 2k

"darling, you know i think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, right?” his eyes were looking into yours, making sure to get through to you. he placed his hands on your cheeks and you smiled sadly.

“you’re just saying that because you feel bad, tommy. it’s fine, i know i don’t look as good as i did before.” you tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let you.

his brows furrowed, “did someone say this to you? who was it?” 

you could tell he was getting ready to fight, to do whatever he could to avenge you, but you quickly shut him down. “no, no baby, no one said anything.” he tilted his head, his eyes softening, almost asking in silent question, then why––

you sighed. “i just. my figure doesn’t look the same, my stomach is still a little big from the baby, my stretch marks are even bigger, and the list just goes on tom.” you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “and i just don’t know if i’ll ever be able to look like i did before...” you looked up at him, your eyes starting to water. “when you fell in love with me.”

he could feel himself starting to crack a bit on the inside. he felt angry that you felt this way, that you could put such ridiculously judgmental thoughts in your head, even though it wasn’t your fault. but more than that, he was upset that he let you reach a point where you didn’t think he would love you anymore because of what you looked like. 

he took your hands and brought you over to sit on the bed next to him, the both of you facing each other. “darling, i fell in love with you for way more than just your looks. i fell in love with you for your kind heart, your beautiful soul, your intelligent mind, and everything else i could possibly list off. i don’t care if you never look the way you did before, either because you physically can’t or because you just don’t feel like it. i love you for you. and i’m sorry that i let you feel this way, it’s absolutely killing me inside.”

his voice got quieter near the end and you brought your hand up to hold his jaw and he smiled at you. “even if you don’t think it, i believe that you are the most stunning woman ever. and all of those changes your body went through only show you how amazing you are, how powerful your body is to have grown a human life and pushed it out of you.” he let go of your hands and held your cheeks again, “you are incredible.” he pulled you in and kissed you gently. it wasn’t one of your usual kisses, but it was just as loving, it was reassuring and it was everything you needed. 

a tear slipped from your eye as you pulled away, a small laugh escaping you. “oh, tom.” 

“hey, hey,” he wiped the tear before it could get far. “no crying, okay?”

you bit your lip, nodding, your face still in his palms. “i just don’t know what i did to deserve you.” 

he shook his head. “such a silly girl.” he tapped your nose playfully. “everything i do is the absolute least i could do for a perfect woman like you.” he kissed you again, this time deeper and you could feel the tension in the room shift.

he pulled away after a bit, looking at you as he spoke. “now i don’t want to rush you, love. but if you’re ready, i’d like to show you just how much i still want you and will forever want you no matter what.” 

you nodded almost immediately. “i want you too, tom.”

he smiled, giving you a small peck, which turned into several, longer kisses as your hands unbuttoned his shirt. he took it off hastily, without breaking the kiss, then reached for his belt and threw it aside. you pulled away, making him whine but you just smiled and got up to help him take his pants off. 

he stood up and reached for your shirt. “can i?” 

instead of responding, you started to pull it off yourself, but he was quick to bat your hands away, making you gasp and look up at him. 

“naughty girl,” he tutted. “told you i wanted to take it off.” you just smiled. it’d been a while since he spoke to you like that and you could already feel your head slipping into that intimate space again. it felt like home. he pulled the shirt off of you and his eyes roamed your chest. your breasts had gotten bigger during pregnancy but they were still very sensitive so he knew not to touch. he’d do fine with just staring for now. “fucking gorgeous, baby.”

“my eyes are up here, you know?” you teased. 

his eyes shot up to yours as he licked his lips, a grin on his face. “oh i know.” 

you just rolled your eyes in response. then he bent down and kissed your stomach, as he pulled your sweats down. your panties were not cute at all, but the hungry look in his eyes told you that he did not care. just as he reached for your panties you gasped suddenly, backing up one step. “wait––”

his eyes found yours immediately, trying to cool the fire in him as he became concerned. “what is it?” his hand reached for yours, his thumb rubbing your knuckles softly. “what’s wrong?”

you swallowed, suddenly nervous. “i just um––” his eyes were soft, patiently waiting for you to continue. “i don’t look––that good down there?” you laughed awkwardly. “uh i just, i started to shave but then i gave up cause it was too much work and i wasn’t really expecting this so it doesn’t look that pretty––”

tom stood up, his hand still holding yours, the other coming to hold the side of your face. “darling you just had a baby. i’m not expecting you to look all clean shaven for me. that would be ridiculous.” he kissed you gently. “just wanna make you feel good like you deserve. s’that okay?”

you looked at him before kissing him again, thankfully, a smile on your face. “yeah okay.” 

he smiled but instead of getting back on his knees he led you to the bed and you lied down in the middle. he slipped his underwear off and climbed up on the bed, settling between your legs. he looked up at you once more, confirming that you wanted this before sliding your panties off. you spread your legs and his eyes locked in between them. he licked his lips subconsciously and the sight honestly gave you the ego boost you needed. 

“can i taste you, lovie? gonna let me put my mouth back where it belongs?” 

you nodded but that wasn’t enough for him. “forget your manners already, love? hasn’t been that long, come on.”

“please put your mouth on me tommy.”

his lips curved upwards as he lied down between your thighs. “of course. my girl gets everything and more, you know that.” he wasted no time, and used two fingers to spread you open, licking his way into you. he’d missed seeing you like this, being able to taste you and touch you the way you both loved. you let out a small oh and he pulled you in closer, dying to hear you again. 

he placed his hands on your thighs gently, keeping you close as he let you grind your hips onto his tongue. he moved his head up and down with you, not wanting you to do all the work. he left long wet kisses on your pussy, his tongue languidly stroking your clit as he moved along with you. 

your hands found their rightful place in his curls and he moaned into you, not realizing how much he’d missed that feeling. the sound of him enjoying himself only made you wetter, your pussy clenching around nothing. it didn’t take you long to reach your peak. “fuck that feels so good tommy––”

he sucked on your clit and you mewled. “that’s it. wanna watch you fall apart on my tongue baby.” his eyes were entranced as he watched you, your back arching the way he missed, your breath catching as a soft sigh escaped you, your hands pulling at his hair in the way that thrilled him. your thighs clenched around him, a gasp falling from your lips as your eyes fluttered shut. tom didn’t stop his movements, his lips still wrapped around you, his tongue lapping you up until you dropped back down on the sheets, your eyes opening slowly. 

he pressed a kiss to your clit, then to your thigh, his eyes still watching you in awe as he sucked marks into your skin. when you calmed down, your hands pulled him up eagerly and he complied with no complaints. 

you pulled him down to kiss you and he made sure to hold himself up, not wanting to press against your sensitive chest, making you smile. “want you inside me.” you looked down to his hard cock, he was already leaking. “please?” you batted your eyes innocently and he narrowed his eyes at you, shaking his head as he laughed.

“you little minx.” he rubbed his cock through your folds, swiping your wetness as he went along, rubbing it over your clit, making you jolt. he smiled and slid into you slowly. a little too slowly for your liking. so you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him in making him bottom out immediately. 

you both moaned out and he rested his forehead against yours, “fuck. needy little thing aren’t you?”

you nodded. “only for you.” you were already breathless as he slowly started thrusting into you deep, pressing your clit every time he pumped his hips. 

“shit––” your walls were clenching all around him “missed my pretty pussy so much.” his eyes drifted down to where you were connected, looking at your arousal wetting his cock, your cunt opening up to him like it was made for him.

his eyes found their way back to your face and stayed there as he sped up his movements, watching the way your body showed the pleasure you were feeling, the pleasure he was giving you. 

“feel good baby girl?” he brought a hand down to rub at your clit. his smile was cheeky as he looked into your eyes and that only made you clench around him even more. you loved when he was cocky, and he knew that too.

you nodded, biting your lip. “so so good. always make me feel so good tommy.” 

he growled, fucking into you faster as he got closer. he’d been throbbing ever since he got his mouth on you. “such a tight little pussy. always good for me. you gonna cum one more time with me?”

“yes yes.” you pulled him close, digging your fingers into his back as you felt yourself inching closer to the edge. it wasn’t long before the two of you climaxed together, your mouths locked together as you moaned into each other, the both of you connected in more ways than one. 

you both agreed that you didn’t want to pull away from each other just yet––it felt comforting to be so enveloped by each other. so tom moved the two of you over onto your side, facing each other, looking in the lights of each other’s eyes, the glow in your skin. 

he ran his knuckles over your cheek lovingly. “please tell me when you’re feeling down about yourself darling, okay? so i can remind you just how amazing you are.”

you smiled, your hand coming up to hold his wrist. “okay tommy i will.” you kissed him slowly, taking your time to show everything you felt. “i love you.”

“i love you too darling. so much.” 

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Perfect match [Oliver Wood x Reader]

Title: Perfect match Pairing: Oliver Wood x Gryffindor!Female!Reader Word count: 2k Published: 5 February, 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: The lack of time you had to spend with your boyfriend affects your concentration causing your attention to wander anywhere but the match you are supposed to be focusing on. 

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Oliver Wood was always ready to go after what he wanted. He was determined and reliable, sometimes a bit reckless. But beyond all that hard exterior, strict manners and can-do attitude, he was a cheeky little flirt who wanted nothing but to see his girlfriend smile.

Being in the same team with him, you always tried to be professional. You mutually agreed to keep a distance when playing quidditch, to be focused 100 percent on the game. Most of the times it worked flawlessly, as if you had no problem separating your relationship from the game, but there were certain occasions when one of you couldn’t control yourselves.

The broom you were seated on levitated above the ground as you watched your teammates flying around, trying to score in the midst of the practice match Oliver organised against Hufflepuff. It required your attention as one of the chasers, but somehow you couldn’t focus on anything but Oliver sitting on his broom across the pitch, lifting up the bottom of his quidditch jersey to remove the sweat from his face, exposing his toned abs.

You didn’t want to watch his movements, you had better things to do such as scoring a goal against Hufflepuff, even if it was just a practice match. It was supposed to help you win the Quidditch cup as Oliver so desired before leaving Hogwarts, but your attention betrayed you and your eyes seemed to rebel against your better judgement. Running your hands through his hard muscles and kissing him whilst sitting in his lap seemed like a better thought to focus on than the match itself.

“Oi! Get yourself together,” you heard a voice and felt a nudge on your shoulder, watching the ginger haired boy fly away from you with a bat in his hand. It was one of the Weasley twins who tried to get you to focus on the game and finally as if your brain gained back control, you started flying towards Angelina Johnson to help her out. She passed the quaffle over to you and you tucked it under your arm, leaning forward on your broomstick, speeding up towards the Hufflepuff’s hoops.

However, before you could have scored, a bludger narrowly missed hitting you, forcing you to halt your broomstick in mid-flight, giving opportunity to Heidi Macavoy to steal the quaffle from you. You groaned in anger, scolding yourself for the stupid decision you made. You could have flown forward, having the perfect straight path to the hoops, but instead you decided to halt, giving away the ball. Knowing that beating yourself up about a stupid decision wouldn’t help, you turned around and flew towards the Gryffindor’s hoops, trying to snatch the quaffle from Heidi, who wore a proud smile across her face that you wished to remove as quickly as possible.

You flew beside the girl, grinning at her, before you hit the ball out of her hold, causing it to fall towards the ground. Before it could have reached the grass, you caught it in mid-air and threw it to Katie Bell who hurried off towards the Hufflepuff’s hoops.

Flying back up to your team, once again you involuntarily focused on your boyfriend, levitating beside the hoops he protected diligently, a determined expression across his face. He ran his fingers through his short dark hair, watching his teammates proudly as they scored against your competitors. Trying to shake your thoughts of him, you took a deep breath, attempting to close your boyfriend’s presence out of your mind.

“Pay attention!” you heard Angelina’s voice directed at you and for a second you thought you were successful as you looked at your teammates and debated to fly towards them, to help them, to be useful, but when you turned back and Oliver wore a loving smile, gazing at you proudly, all your rational thoughts left you with nothing but the idea of you flying up to him and catching his lips with yours.

You groaned out loud at the thought, the lack of attention you have received from him recently starting to get to you. N.E.W.T.s were just around the corner, every waking hour was spent with studying and practice. It was exhausting and you needed Oliver beside you. A small kiss, a reassuring hug, the feeling of his love, but in the end, you didn’t voice your concerns, not wanting to look needy.

But now here you were needing him more than ever, causing you to be completely distracted. Oliver frowned at your lack of attention, his eyes wandering between you and the rest of the team members.

“Leannan, focus!” he shouted at you, but before you could have reacted, you watched as Katie defended the hoops from Tamsin Applebee and Angelina flew after Heidi, trying to stop her, before she passed the ball over to Malcolm Preece who was supposed to be stopped by you. In the end, you were too focused on Oliver, Malcolm scored without an issue just as Cedric Diggory caught the golden snitch, winning the game for Hufflepuff.

The defeated groan leaving your boyfriend’s lungs woke you up from your daze. Hufflepuff only managed to win 360 against Gryffindor’s 350 and you knew if it wasn’t for the lack of attention you had over the game, you could have won. Of course, Cedric could have caught the snitch anyway, but having higher scores would have earned Gryffindor a win.

Each of your teammates lowered themselves on the ground, leaving you behind sighing, guilt washing over you. Knowing it was your fault that your team lost made your heart ache. You could have prevented it, but in the end your brain was nothing but a mess of pink clouds thinking of love only, causing your team a stupid loss.

You were the only one left up in the air, but Oliver was watching you from the ground, waiting for you to come down. Looking at the defeated expression across his face, you didn’t want to face him just yet, but you knew you would have to at some point anyway. After heaving a long, heavy sigh you started lowering your broomstick, touching the ground with the tip of your shoes to steady yourself.

Oliver walked up to you, his mouth opening, ready to speak, but you stopped him before even a note could have left his vocal cords. “I know, I’m sorry,” you said as you lifted your broomstick and started walking towards the changing room, trying to avoid those saddened eyes that watched you eagerly, knowing they were upset because of you. You didn’t do it on purpose, you didn’t want him to be unhappy and it pained you to see him so defeated when you could have prevented it.

“Are you okay?” he caught your wrist, forcing you to halt your steps. Frowning at the boy, you tried to understand why he sounded so worried about you. You were ready to get scolded just like any other teammate of yours would have been, but Oliver was somewhat gentle, concerned.

“What do you mean?” you asked back, causing him to furrow his brows at your question.

“You have been pacing out and kept looking at me as if you haven’t seen me for months. The lack of attention I saw from you was very unlike my girlfriend and the way Heidi took the quaffle from you seemed like you weren’t even present. What is going on?” he tried to press you to talk, but you felt silly for being so needy, for wanting to see more of him. You didn’t want him to feel like you were too much, too attached. “Talk to me,” he added, seeing your inner debate as he stepped closer, linking his hands with yours.

“It’s nothing, really, I’m just exhausted,” you lied, forcing a phony smile across your face. But Oliver wasn’t dumb, and he knew you more than you thought he did. He gave you a deadpan look and waited for a different answer, his brows raised high, questioningly. However, you were too proud to voice your opinion, so keeping up your act you shook your head in denial.

“Leannan,” he called the adoring nickname he has given you. He always showed his love with adorable little nicknames, calling you all kinds of pet names, but Leannan was different. It meant he was trying to convey how much he loved you, cared for you, trying to reassure you that you were loved. “I can see that something is off, and I haven’t been able to see you much recently, so it does worry me,” he voiced his concerns, your head shooting up in surprise.

“It’s nothing like what you think, I’m not trying to break up with you,” you shook your head quickly, trying to get those silly thoughts out of his head.

“Then please talk to me, because at this point, I can only think of the worst-case scenario,” he added, his tone hopeful once again. Heaving a deep sigh, you walked closer to him, stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. His hands sneaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, enjoying the physical contact you have both been craving. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck you tried to tell him how you felt, but your words came out mumbled, so he quickly stopped you, pulling away from you slightly, cupping your cheeks as you lowered your feet flat against the ground. “Let’s try that again,” he smiled down at you, waiting patiently for you to open up.

“It’s just that- I don’t want you to think that I’m needy or too attached, that I might be too much, but I really want to spend a little more time with you,” your voice slowly turned into a whisper by the end of your sentence, but Oliver had no problem hearing you. A gentle smile spread across his face as he hinted a small kiss on your forehead, hovering above your skin a little longer.

“Leannan, you could have said something. I really wanted to spend time with you too, but you always seemed busy and I didn’t want to bother you,” he chuckled happily, his initial thoughts about a potential break up slowly disappearing from the back of his mind, your words easing his worries.

“So, you don’t think I’m being needy?” you asked, your tone more hopeful and somewhat happy that your boyfriend might have possibly wanted to spend more time with you too.

“I would love nothing more,” he grinned as your lips finally started letting a small smile spread across your face.

“And you don’t think I’m needy then?” you were hoping for further reassurance, but instead of a verbal reply, he pulled your face closer to his, catching your lips halfway, pouring all his love in that one kiss. It was overwhelming your senses. The sheer affection you felt from him made you dizzy and awakened the nervous little butterflies in the pit of your tummy.

“I want you just as much as you want me. If you are needy then so am I,” he breathed against your lips as you parted, leaving you with a wide grin across your face, all your worries disappearing into thin air.

“You really are a keeper, love,” you smiled happily, gazing into those warm, dark brown pair of eyes you adored so much.

“And you are a catch,” he snorted playfully, making you giggle.

“Aren’t we just a good match?” you wiggled your brows playfully, causing a loud laughter to erupt from his lungs, throwing his head back in the process. It took him a minute or two to calm down and capture your lips again, but when he finally did, he attempted to make up for all those times you both were desperately craving to spend in each other’s arms.

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The Way You Love

SF9 Youngbin x F! Reader Imagine.

He's so precious I WANNA PROTEC

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Author's Note: Got the idea at literally 3am. And I cried a lil while writing this. I do recommend reading this when you have a bad day. Because I have to say it is cute.

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Warnings: All ages and written with she/her pronouns but everyone can read it. (nothing specified with respect to anatomy, appearance, etc of reader). Nothing really. Just pure fluff. Slowburn and crappy ending because I went blank 😂💀

Summary/Pre-Requisite: Youngbin and Y/N are in a well established relationship. But it isn't enough.

1.6k words

Youngbin smiled at the small box in his hand. He can't believe he is actually going to do this. How can something as little as this be the source of so much joy, he didn't know. Maybe it was her. Or the fact that it was for her, from him. An eternal promise to love her till his last day, last hour, last minute and final breath. Well there is still much time to worry about that now though.

Loving Y/N is definitely the best decision he took without having to take it. Loving her, was as easy as breathing the fresh morning air. Listening to her talk was his favourite sound in the entire universe. Watching her dance goofily is his ideal view, other than when she's paying attention to something. Her face looks so cute when she's concentrating, he almost feels like he can cry over her adorableness.

Watching her from across the room, her movements, the way she smiles and makes everyone around her laugh with her silly jokes only adds to one of the many reasons why he loves her. She is the brightest light in his life, illuminating his existence with unfiltered joy and eternal love and affection.

He loves it when she snuggles up to him, wrapping her small arms around his torso and asks him what he's doing with her honey sweet voice, never fails to make his heart melt and burst with adoration. He loves it when she sleepily moves closer to him, like a pair of magnets, because she feels cold and knows that she can always rely on him to keep her warm.

He loves it when she bonds with his members and treat them and scold them like they are her children. Although he loves it more when she becomes a source of reassurance not only to him but also to his little brothers. He loves it when she helps them with anything, no matter how small the help may be. Since he is treated like the Dad of the group, Y/N automatically became the Mom and he couldn't wish for someone more perfect then her for that role.

He loves her understanding nature, her positive spirit, her overly motivating presence, her genuine compliments and concern. He loves the way she looks at him, like he's the only man in a room full of people. Her eyes reflecting the same twinkles of his eyes, with just as much love when he looks at her.

He loves when she slightly shuts her eyes when he moves her hair out of her face. He loves it when her small frame hugs him so tight he can barely stand still. He loves it when she plays with his hair when he takes a nap on her chest. He loves how her hand fits into his perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle.

If there was one thing he could do again, it would be to go back in time and fall in love with her all over again for the first time. Everyday, she gives him something new to love about her. Whether it be her shy smile, her blushy flustered face or the way she gets excited when she sees something cute, the way she coos his puppy to sleep, the way she always makes him feel better on a bad day and so many more things that may seem insignificant to her, but are never to him, makes him fall for her harder and deeper in love than he ever thought possible.

"Hyung! HYUNG!!! "

Snapping back to reality, Youngbin sees a wide eyes Chani looking at him with a questioning expression.

"What? "

"Were you daydreaming about Noona again? Why are you so distracted today? "

"It's nothing Chani-ya. She just makes me happy. That's all. Did you tell the camera crew that I need them this evening? "

"Yes I did Hyung. That's what I was telling you as you were zoned out. I don't even want to imagine what it's going to be like when you get married. We probably won't get anything done at all since you will be distracted all the time. " Chani said in a factual manner.

"Okay that's a bit excessive. And you haven't found someone whom you love as much right now. You will understand better when you do. Till then I can't really explain this." The older said smiling lighty as she took over his thoughts again. Rolling his eyes, Chani patted his leader and left wordlessly.

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"This is nice. The air isn't as humid as I thought it would be. " Y/N said as she walked next to her lover, fingers intertwined, arms swaying back and forth as they moved forward. Stopping still he twirled her around till she faced the railing covering the boundary of the lake. Giggling she wrapped his arms around her so he could hug her, keep her warm, even though she wasn't as cold yet.

Resting his chin on her head, he sighed heavily, feeling content with his beloved in his embrace. Oh how he could stay like this forever and never leave. Hmm. She's right. The air is just perfect. Like her. And it is definitely the perfect weather, to take the next step most relationships do.

Looking up at the sky, the stars shine bright, twinkling and shimmering beautifully. Taking this as a positive sign from the universe, Youngbin hugged Y/N tighter, knowing that it's now or,well later but now is nice. Turning her head to her lover, Y/N stands on her tippy toes to kiss him.

Breathing out the two lovebirds stared up at the star filled night sky. The soft wind getting stronger with time, but not too strong to have any effect yet. Just a light breeze that can be felt. Like the love that's surrounding them, keeping them warm from the exterior and from within.

"Oh! Did you see that! That star is shining the brightest." Youngbin said pointing at a distant star.

" Which one? " Y/N stepped forward by one step, trying to see the star he pointed out.

" That one? " She asked again, this time she was the one pointing.

" No. The one standing in front of me right now. "

Drawing her hand back to her body, her heart thumping strongly in her chest. Now, what had happened when they hugged is that Y/N had felt a small poke on the side of her thigh, where Youngbin's jacket was over on her. So being the smart young lady she is, Y/N knew. She knew what was happening. And it wasn't just feeling the poke, she's been feeling like this for some days now. And she knows that he has too.

Slowly turning around, Y/N was faced with her lover, who was down on one knee, holding a small box with the cutest ring she had ever seen. To say that Y/N.exe had stopped working was an understatement. She stood there, as though she was frozen. Looking up at her, Youngbin breathed heavily and started.

" When I met you for the first time, I never thought that you will love someone like me. So I was happy to settle being just your friend. But we both started liking each other at the same time. I asked you out and you agreed to date me. I never thought that you would actually date me for a long time because I've, well I was thinking that you deserve better. But you told me and made me belive different. And I am really really grateful that you did. And as time progressed, we both grew to love each other so much. You know all of this already, but saying this out loud, makes me sure that I want more. You, have helped me grow into a better person, over the time that we have dated. You, motivate me and drive me to do better, because even if no one did, you knew my limit and my capabilities. You, make me the happiest I've ever been. So will you please make me a little bit more happier by becoming my fiancee and the happiest, in the near future, when you become my wife? Will you marry me? "

Y/N stares at him, while breathing through her mouth. The only sound that's heard is the soft wind.

" Yes. "

Y/N gets down on her knees, in front of her lover, sweet tears of shock and joy streaming down her face.

" Yes. I will marry you Kim Youngbin. "

" Hyung!!! Congratulations!!!!!! "

Breaking his face into a grin, Youngbin removes the lovely and intricately detailed ring and puts it on Y/N's finger delicately. Kissing her left knuckle, Youngbin realises he is crying as well. Sobbing out loud Y/N throws her arms around him, making him tumble backwards a little. Laughing a little, Youngbin slowly wraps his arms around her, caressing the back of her head as he looked up at the sky, trying to stop the tears from falling down his cheek.

Hugging each other tight for what seemed like forever, they move away from each other's embrace upon hearing clapping sounds and cheers from the young men and their team who have now approached them.

Standing up Y/N couldn't help but hide her face in her lover's chest. Kissing her forehead, Youngbin thanked everyone.

" Let's all celebrate! Dinner is on us. " Youngbin stated looking you. Smiling you nodded you head in agreement as everyone around you cheered and wiped their tears away.

It all felt like a dream. But it wasn't. It was reality. A reality that she was so thankful to have. Smiling till their cheeks hurt, Youngbin and Y/N not couldn't wait till they were married and called as Husband and Wife.

[phoneboxfairy]

Quarantine Fic Chapter 4!

All that remains is a silly epilogue.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23417971/chapters/84978940

That afternoon saw Lucy laying on the couch with her nose buried in a book. She was so engrossed in her story that she didn’t notice when Natsu sat next to her.

…at least, not until she felt his hand stroke over her knee. A sweet chill ran down her spine.

“Natsuuuu. Cut that out. I’m trying to read.”

“No. I wanna touch you. You’re smart. You can read with my hand on your leg.”

Ooogh…

“Fine. As long as that hand minds its manners and stays right where it is. I can’t concentrate if you’re pawing at me.”

“Sheesh, alright, miss bossy.” Shrug, smile.

So Lucy read.

Truth be told it was hard to focus on her story when the touch of his hand brought delicious thoughts into her mind. By the time she finished the chapter and put the book down, those delicious thoughts were running rampant.

She made a show of stretching, felt the heat of his stare as he watched her.

Siiiigh.

“Lucy. There’s something you should know.”

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“I don’t have any manners. Neither does my hand.” Growl. The naughty boy moved his naughty hand. He feathered his fingers down her thigh and traced the hem of her shorts. She squirmed.

“Mmm, how very rude.”

“I think ya like it when I get rude.” Stroking her inner thigh. Stoking the fire between her legs.

“I love it when you get rude.” Sensual purr. She shifted and spread her legs then reached down and unbuttoned the shorts. “Come here, Natsu. Let’s misbehave.”

“Hell yeah.” He growled, this sexy devilish look on his face as he pulled her shirt off. “Luce, have I told ya how fucking perfect you are? You ain’t even completely naked and I wanna devour ya.”

As if on cue she kicked away the shorts, spread her legs, and traced her hand over her exposed pussy.

“What’s stopping you, love?”

“Absolutely nothing.” He pounced. Shed his pants, claimed her mouth and body at the same time.

They moved together with animalistic fervor. He went hard and fast. Lucy mewled, feeling him hit every sweet spot just the way she looooved it.

She was brought back to earth by a rather ominous creaking sound from beneath her.

“Na…Natsu…st, stop stop stop.” He stopped, pulled out, shot her a look that was confused and slightly irritated. “I don’t want to break this couch. Take me to bed, love.”

Confusion and irritation were replaced by immediate comprehension and a sexy as hell grin.

“Anything you want, Lucy-baby.” So very carefully, he carried her across the room and settled her on the soft bed. Before he had a chance to get going again she stopped him with a “wait a minute” finger gesture then grabbed a bottle of lube off the nightstand.

Then she got on her knees, took his cock in her hand, and licked up some of the sticky sweet mess.

“Mmm. We taste delicious.”

“Hell yeah. Now hurry up and let me fuck ya.” His words sent a delicious tingle straight to her clit. She slathered a generous amount of lube on him before laying back, spreading her legs, and beckoning him over with a finger wiggle.

“Like I could ever say no to you. Mnnn…” She let out a moan feeling him push back into her depths. One hand tangled through already messy pink locks while the other dug into his shoulder.

Truth be told she was more than wet enough without the lube, and Gods only knew they would have had an incredible romp regardless.

But Lucy was rather adventurous. And the tingling sensation felt ohhh so good, especially with his warm cock savoring every inch of her.

“Gimme your hand.” Their hands intertwined. They shared slow, sweet kisses, making love with increased frenzy followed by the hazy bliss of afterglow.

Lucy giggled. Natsu peered up at her from the comfy pillow of her boobs.

“You okay?”

“Duh. I’m happy.” Lazy smile as she fluffed his hair. Natsu got the hint and climbed up to cuddle with her for a while. Turns out he was pretty happy too.

That last afternoon of quarantine was pretty relaxed. No sparring, just chilling and bonding in a different way.

The pair worked on cooking dinner. Lucy left the finishing touches to Natsu as she went to wash up and change.

Some time later when the meal was ready and Lucy came back, it was hard to tell which silly human was more awestruck. Lucy was rather impressed with his table setting skills. Natsu, on the other hand, couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

Ravishing, in a shimmering blue celestial gown, her hair in a loose halo around her body.

Eventually Natsu remembered where he was. He offered her a chair, scooted her close to the table, and took the seat next to her.

“Thanks, Natsu.” Her soft giggle was music to his ears.

They shared dinner in the sweet comfortable silence of lovers. Every so often Natsu would reach over and touch Lucy’s shoulder or stroke her back. And every time Lucy would respond by leaning over and kissing his nose or cheek, cute smile on her face.

So much more than friendship.

Once plates had been cleared Lucy snapped her fingers. Natsu watched, mesmerized, as her gown transformed into lingerie.

“I believe I’ll go to bed now. Care to join me?” She rarely used her cultured society girl voice, never really had a need to. But somehow the voice, the outfit, and the situation worked perfectly.

Natsu thought it was sexy as fuck.

By the time he got to the bed she had untied her panties and was laying on her back playing with her boobs. He could already see the delicious perk of her nipples peeking through the silky material.

He didn’t waste any time. Pants and briefs were discarded and he joined his beloved Lucy on the bed.

“Like what you see, love?”

“Yeah.”

“Then show me. Let’s make love, Natsu.”

“Anything for you, Lucy-baby.”

For most of the week, their activities had been more raunchy and wild. Tonight, though… Tonight was different. Each touch reverent, each kiss deep and tender. No animalistic frenzy, but rather, pure lovemaking in its barest form.

They moved together as one, Lucy’s legs wrapped around Natsu’s lower back, each motion accented by her little gasps and moans. Passion reached its peak and the pair crashed into one another’s arms.

Natsu rested his forehead on Lucy’s. More tender kisses, more sweet whispers of shared love.

For several moments relaxed shared silence. Then…

“hey Luce? Can we talk?”

“uhhh sure.” A pause. She snapped her fingers again, this time becoming wrapped in a nightgown that was simple and comfortable yet as beautiful as her other celestial garments.

She sat next to him on the bed.

“What’s up? Is something wrong?”

“Huh? Nah. Everything’s good. Lucy…” Here he took her hand. “…I wanna be your mate.”

Mate… The words made her blush.

“So you want to stay with me?”

“Duh. I just said that. Why not? I’ll even fix my place up for ya, make us a nice little cottage.”

“Natsu, you’d do all that…for me?”

“Yeah.” One word, accompanied by a genuine fang-bearing smile. Lucy couldn’t even attempt to verbalize her response. So, she pounced and hugged him, letting happy tears flow. “Is…that a yes?”

“duh…” Lucy giggled, face buried in chest and scarf. She heard Natsu laugh, relieved, and felt him run his hands through her hair.

“Gimme your hand.” Assuming he just wanted to hold her hand again Lucy did what she was told. Seconds later she felt him sliding something cool onto her finger.

Suddenly she knew exactly what Natsu had been working on earlier that week.

A ring… he made me a ring…

“Wow…it’s so pretty.” An opalescent blue stone was set in a cool metal band that fit her finger just right.

“Look on the inside.”

“Okay…?” Curious, Lucy slipped it off, and took a look at the inside of the band. There, in Natsu’s odd handwriting, were carved four letters. NaLu. Lucy couldn’t help smiling as she slipped the ring back on.

She also couldn’t help the tears of love and utter joy from flowing down her face as Natsu pulled her into a hug then kissed her.

Who would have thought…who could have ever imagined, that a week in quarantine for a silly magic bug would have changed so much?

[mysanderssidessideblog]

A Good Day

Warnings for Sides fading out, major character death, unsympathetic Patton, angst, gaslighting, not a happy ending.  

Written for #UnsympAndAngstSidesBingo

Link to AO3

“I'm very disappointed in you kiddo.”

Janus looked up from his book, frowning.

True, he knew his occasional appearance in the Lightside was not exactly welcome, but he had been slowly trying to help the others acclimatise to his presence by sitting quietly with a book from time to time.

He'd even carefully set out a tea set and biscuits this time, rather than his usual tea for one, making a subtle gesture that he was open to company. So far, none had taken him up on the offer.

Yet, he could not fathom source of Patton's discontent. He was <i>trying</i>, and short of dragging Virgil out by his ear to reluctantly sit with him, he was not sure what more he could do.

“Patton. Will you not join me?”  Janus had learnt that the use of the word 'not' had evolved to ambiguous meaning; 'I could care less' tended to be treated the same as 'I could not care less', even if the wording was inaccurate. As a result, he leaned heavily into the word to help mask his lies.

“No.”

Morality's face, usually lit up with a bright smile, was stern.

Janus pursed his lips, and feigned indifference. “As you like.”

“You had one job, and you have failed.”

That took him aback, Patton not usually so confrontational. lowering his book, Janus schooled his expression into neutrality, opting for addressing the accusation in a calm and civil manner. He inclined his head so that he appeared interested in what Patton had to say, while opening his stance to appear receiving to discussion.

“I am not sure I follow. Please, help me understand.”

“You were to keep the undesirable elements of Thomas hidden, secret. <i>You</i> were supposed to stay away, out of sight, out of mind.”

“Ah.”  Janus straightened, and clutched at his book, trying to hide the hurt from his voice. He had thought he and Patton had reached something of a truce, that Patton had seen that he had some merit in being known, in being active participant in the mindscape.

“I believe we agreed that repression was not of benefit. That I could keep things hidden, but it would be best for Thomas to be more self-aware, to learn that he had sides to him that were not always...”  Janus struggled for an appropriate word, “...good.” he finished lamely.

It was hard to argue with Morality; he held great power and influence, and his view of the world was parsed down into good and evil. Janus sought to teach him of the deeper complexities, but Patton was reluctant to even consider than lying could have small benefit in theory, so the idea of applying small untruths to day to day happenings was unthinkable to him.

“It is not working. Thomas is more stressed than ever with so many conflicting opinions, and then there is Remus! He is disgusting, and vile, and Thomas does not need him and his corrupting presence!”

 “And don't think I have not noticed Logan's more regular angry outbursts. The influence of the dark sides has gotten out of hand, and must be corrected.”

Janus was glad of his gloves that hid how white his knuckles had turned with how tightly he held the book.  He swallowed nervously.

“Patton, I understand that this is a time of change, and that change can be daunting, even uncomfortable. However, change is important for growth, for improved insight. This will help Thomas become a better person, eventually.”

“Thomas was already perfect before the dark sides came along! Things were better before!”

Patton's face then broke into a smile.

Janus did not like that smile, not in the slightest.

“Maybe that is answer.....”

He was about to get to his feet, about to retreat, when Patton walked towards him.

“You could not keep the dark contained.” he said, as the air around them grew dense. Janus felt uneasy, as Patton's eyes narrowed behind his glasses. “So I guess it's a father's duty to step in when a Kiddo has failed....”

Janus did try to get up then, but found himself held down by Patton by a hand upon his shoulder, surprisingly strong.

“You'll help me, won't you Kiddo? Help me fix up your little mistake...?”

“I don't understand Patton, what are you talking about?”

“You, and Remus, all the dark sides, are a bad influence on Thomas.”  Patton then stretched his lips  wider, his face a rictus parody of a smile, “It's high time someone did something about that....”

Janus shook his head. “Patton, you cannot just deny that Thomas has dark sides to him, same as everyone! We are just as much a part of him as you are!” he lifted his hand, tried to push Patton from him. He could not make Patton's hand budge at all.

“Thomas needs us. Needs all of us!”

Patton's grip shifted, instead of holding Janus down, curling his fingers past the fabric and into the flesh underneath, so tight Janus felt like Patton was reaching to leave fingerprints upon his bones.

“No. Thomas needs to be good.” Patton gave a short nod to himself. “Thomas will be good.”

Janus cried out, in pain, in fear.

“Let me go!”

“I can't do that Kiddo. See, if I'm gonna make everything right again, I'll need to borrow just a tiny bit of your power.”

“You can hide things, and I have high influence over nostalgia and memories. I think that if we really put our minds to it and work together, we can hide the memories of the dark sides so deep that they will never be thought of again!”

“Patton, Thomas needs all aspects of him. He needs to understand that others have the capacity to lie so he is not taken advantage of. He needs the ability to get angry when things are not right so he can sort it out.” “He even needs Remus, the core of his jokes that are a little crude, a little naughty....” “You cannot just.... delete those vital pieces of him; that way lies madness!”

“You are one to talk about lies mister!”

“OK, OK, I have lied, and will likely do so again, but you have been told that repression doesn't work... that didn't come from me, but Logan. And you trust Logan, right?”

Patton tipped his head, thoughtful.

“Hmm. Good point.”

Janus sagged slightly, relieved he had managed to get through to Morality.

“I guess we'll just have to remove the the dark sides entirely!” he said brightly.

Janus froze, unbelieving. If it had been anyone other than Patton, he'd have accused them of a off-tone joke..... but Patton wasn't lying.

“I will help you!” he snarled, shaking his head, the lie unsubtle and obvious.

Tutting, Patton looked down.

“If you are not part of the solution, then it seems to me you are part of the problem...”

Patton's hand clawed, and Janus felt something creak within his shoulder.

He felt Patton tug at his influence, and thrashed and fought to keep what he was whole. He hissed and bore his teeth as if he might bite.

The hand across his throat stilled him, surprised, shocked that Patton would do such a thing.

“Stop fighting me, I know what's best for Thomas.”

“I will not help you destroy the dark sides!”

Patton's grip, both on shoulder and throat tightened in irritation. Janus struggle to fight back, to even draw breath, but Morality held much more sway than he did, and he could not break free.

He struggled, cursing himself for dismissing Patton as native and weak. Janus knew he was merely stalling for time, that Patton would eventually win. There was a small hope that one of the others might happen upon them and intervene, but he was not well liked, and he did not trust that another side would not work with Patton against him.

Patton looked down over his glasses, considering, and Janus desperately tried to stop Patton from draining his power, his essence.

Patton's grip round his throat relaxed, and Janus drew desperate and painful breath.

It took him a moment to realise that Patton was stroking against the side of his neck, affectionately. “You have an affinity for self-preservation, yes? Give me your power, willingly, and I shall let you survive.”

His mismatched eyes widened as Janus took in how very serious and set on this course of action Patton was.

Terror gripped him as the fingers round his neck tightened again, and he feared for his life.

A better side would have stood up for what was right.

A stronger side would have fought harder.

A clever side would have found the words to make Patton reconsider.

But Janus was a selfish side.

Weakly, he nodded.

Janus tried to cry out as Patton syphoned his strength and his power, but he could only hiss which what remained of his breath. His gloves and cape leached their colour, turning dull and grey as Patton stole from him.

He did not hold out much hope that Patton would ever return what he had taken.

When it was done, Patton released Janus, standing tall and confident, radiating energy.

“You made the right choice. Well done kiddo.”

Janus, sagged in the chair, tired. He managed to bring his head up to look at Patton.  

“Patton, wait...” he managed to say, each word needing so much effort to utter than before, lie or not, “Please take a moment to think.. to reflect... You would be interfering beyond your realm of expertise. Do not do this!”

“Oh my silly little snake!” Patton leaned down to plant a fond kiss upon Janus's forehead.  “It's already done!”

“What? No!” Janus clutched at the chair, as if it might hold him steady against this new revelation.

“All those nasty bits that Thomas doesn't need are already disappearing from thought. If you wanted to say your goodbyes, I would hurry. They are fading fast.”

One thought came to mind.

“Remusssss!”  he hissed, and with a lurch, Janus swung himself downwards, sinking through the floor.

He landed in a landscape in disarray, the features of the darkside twisting and fragmenting, everything coming apart.

Remus was there, trying to shore up a crack in the wall with what looked like a mix of blood and cement.

“Snake-butt! Something's happening. Something's wrong!” he hollered over the low groan of the mindscape rejecting the dark.

Janus looked about in despair, only to see Remus staring at him, the crack beyond repair and stretching out. Horrifically, Janus could see the crack behind Remus, as the darker creativity grew translucent and hazy.

  “My head feels fuzzy like mould on a birthday cake, and what's up with you? You've gone all grey.”

“It's Patton, he is not unmaking the dark side!”  even in desperate times, Janus could not speak truthfully.

“What does that even mean?!”

Remus's voice was strange, softer as if he was shouting from a distance, but that did not hide the fact that he was scared. Janus could not ever recall Remus sounding scared.

Janus looked to him, halfway transparent and afraid, and the surrounding walls crumbling apart.

 He forced a smile.

“Everything will be all right.” he lied, as he reached over and wrapped his arms round Remus, so the other would not see the tears in his eyes.

The sounds of unmaking crescendoed about them, and then, grew quiet.

Remus, and the darkside, and all that it contained faded to black... no, not black.....

Nothingness.

*********

Janus had had to claw his way back from the nothingness, drawing on what little power he had left.

He shouldn't have made it, should have faded out with the rest, but Morality's promise of his own unworthy survival held true.

The effort of returning to the lightside caused him to stumble, and he landed gracelessly in the common area.

Logan, writing down something in a note book, looked up. He gave curt nod.

“Janus.” he acknowledged, and then returned to his writing.

“Logan!” Janus hissed out, struggling to his feet.

Logan looked again, and adjusted his glasses at the sight of Janus bereft of his usual colouration.

“You have a new outfit. It is... monochromatic.”

“Do not summon the others. It's not important!”

Logan frowned, “If it is of such little import, then why can you not do it?”

Hands clenched weakly at his sides, Janus swayed where he stood.

“I can!” he lied, and then cursed himself for not speaking clearly as Logan stood back expectantly.

It did not take long for Logan to realise that Janus was making no move to call the others to them.

“Oh. You are lying.” Logan's lips tightened, “Very well.”

Roman rose with a flourish, and Virgil popped up sitting on the stairs.

“Patton has not done something terrible!” Janus started, then caught himself. He took a breath.

“Patton has done something terrible. He has destroyed the darkside, and all those still connected to it.”

Virgil frowned in thought, “I thought I felt something weird... ”

“Or it could have just been your usual constant worry of something about to go wrong.” Logan reminded, to which Virgil gave reluctant nod.

“Even if that were true, which I very much doubt it is coming from you, then why are you still here?” Roman asked, sceptical.

“I....” Janus swallowed his pride and spoke aloud his grievous mistake. “I made a deal with him to survive.”

“but he took my power, and used it to unmake the darkside!”

“Patton wouldn't do something like that.” Roman said confidently.

“Patton wouldn't do something like what?”

Janus pulled back as Patton approached, smiling cheerfully.

“Janus thinks you have done something bad.” Logan explained.

“Are you sure you didn't mishear him that I've done something 'Dad'?”

Janus snarled.

“You destroyed them, all the dark sides! Pieces of Thomas, ripped apart and gone!”

Patton laughed, “As if I would do anything to hurt dear Thomas!

Roman and Logan nodded with Patton, that of the two, Patton was far more trust-worthy than Deceit.

“Anyway, Thomas doesn't have dark sides, save for you....” Janus did not like the way Patton looked at him, as if he was nothing but another problem that needed 'fixing'. He shuddered.

Patton continued, “But don't worry, we'll all help you find your place and learn to be good! Just like Virgil!”

Virgil gave an uncomfortable shrug at being pointed out.

Janus turned to Roman, desperate, “Roman, your twin! He is... he is gone Roman!! Patton killed him!”

“My brother?” Roman frowned, and reached to the back of his head to rub against a fragment of a memory.

He looked to Patton for guidance, deeply confused.

“Don't be silly, you don't have a brother.”

Roman's hand dropped, and he shrugged at Janus. “I don't even have a brother. Don't speak such lies Snake!”

“You did! His name is... is... was.....”

Janus's eyes widened in horror, as he could not bring the name to mind.... nor the face....

 Patton had not just destroyed the dark sides, but he had erased even the memories of them. How could Janus convince them of Patton's misdeed, when he had cleared every scrap of evidence from the mindscape?

How long before Janus himself forgot what Patton had done?

He lunged then at Patton, furious. He was stopped by Logan's arm easily blocking him and pushing him to the side.

Patton folded his arms, face full of fake concern.

“I was merciful before, but I think you need a time out Janus. Go to your room. In fact, I think it would be for the best if you were to stay there for the time being, and stop telling such terrible lies.”

“Roman, be a dear and take Janus to his room for me.”

“Sure thing Pat!”

As Janus let himself be led away, disbelieved and defeated, and destined to forget what he was and be moulded into whatever Patton deemed acceptable form of Deceit, Janus heard Patton address the other sides.

“Oh Kiddos, I'm just so happy! I have a feeling today is going to be a <i>good</i> day!”

[enviedear]

the last great american dynasty → draco malfoy

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which y/n l/n buys an old home and quickly becomes the talk of the town

PAIRING ⌙ draco x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 2.7k

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pls enjoy this fic as i write my other four... its proving most difficult to keep up with all of them but i’m trying. and of course this is based off the song the last great american dynasty by taylor :)))

also here is the house i’m going to be referencing :)

when you moved to england your first task was to do as your parents suggested, stay with your distant relative, aurora sinistra. 

and you followed their advice. you tracked down her home. she just happened to be away. she had left a note saying something about how she couldn’t miss some sort of planetary alignment and would be in germany for the next week.

you had decided to explore the new territory and after an hour of walking around the town you met your soulmate, a home. and not just any home, a beautiful large piece of art made of stone. 

the huge house enticed you to climb up the large hill it was sat on. 

up closer you saw the vines and wisteria climbing up the exterior. then more details like the broad windows in need of cleaning, an old oak door, and doric columns that made you feel like you stumbled into a princess story. 

you forgot your normal manners and had entered the home without a knock, pacing slowly through the entryway, studying the decor.

“excuse me?” a voiced called.

you had turned to find a tall brunette woman holding a toddler.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to just walk up into your home. its just, very beautiful, and i saw a for sale sign by the mailbox.” you had sputtered out.

the woman seemed even more surprised after you had spoken, “are you american?”

“yes?” you had replied, confused.

“it’s just, no one comes here and now i know why you did,” she laughs a little and adjusts the little boy on her hip. “this is a family home of a dark wizard, not many people want to visit a house that has such negative connotations. but i’d love to give you tour if you’re still interested in it?” she asks.

you smile, “i’d love to. i’m y/n by the way.”

andromeda tonks had quickly taken a liking to you and offered you the home. she explained that absolutely no one else would buy it given the fact it used to belong to her sister, who had fought alongside voldemort. 

you didn’t mind the weird history that came along with the home, it was too beautiful to pass up. plus, it wasn’t unlike to you to cause a stir. you took pride in doing things out of the ordinary.

that’s how you came into the possession of the lestrange family home, or as you call it, wisteria house, after the flowers that inhabited the residence.

now, almost a year later, you’re the talk of the town. most of your pureblood neighbors found you too new. you were new money, you were apart of an american half-blood family, and you hosted parties they deemed too loud. however you knew they were tasteful.

you couldn’t care any less about what they thought of you. your home was your everything and you wouldn’t change yourself for some stuck up old families. you found it marvelous ruining everything they deemed sacred.

one of your neighbors in particular, a man named lucius malfoy, had annoyed you to no end. he hated everything about you. andromeda told you several times by now that he proclaimed you a mad woman to anyone who brought you or wisteria house up.

so today, on the fifth of june two thousand and three, you were determined to win this feud.

lucius’ home, malfoy manor was hosting a party tonight, and you were set on ruining everything.

as you entered the mansion, you absentmindedly smoothed out your tight fit gown. it hung off your shoulders and had a tasteful slit on the left side, exposing your leg.

“y/n, come sit with teddy and i!” andromeda calls from a nearby table.

you smile at the woman and take your seat beside her, giving teddy a kiss on the forehead. he in return, makes his hair your favorite color and smiles up at you.

“i didn’t think you’d actually come dear. i know how rude lucius has been to you, but i’m glad you’re being pleasant and showing off your best face.” andromeda says sarcastically, bringing her wine glass to her pointed lips.

you smirk, “lucius deserves to experience my full presence.”

the party kicks off and andromeda introduces you to many people, like harry potter, who you feel very awkward around. you can’t help it, you don’t know how to talk to someone who saved the world.

she also introduces you to lucius, who is carrying around a small poodle like it’s a handbag. he doesn’t say much to you and you don’t mind, his voice annoys you.

you decide to sneak away from andromeda’s conversation with lucius and make your way to a balcony. to the right, you spot your home. you smile to yourself and begin studying the malfoy garden. 

after a little time passes you decide it best to find andromeda again, but before you can take a step lucius’ dog is licking your exposed leg.

“well how did you get here?” you jokingly ask the animal, crouching down to pet it.

the dog leans into your touch and that’s when you have an idea.

when you attended ilvermorny you learned a spell for dyeing flags so that the opposing houses couldn’t change it. it proved a big hit given the thunderbird house liked to turn flags into theirs as a joke during quadpot games.

you could dye the dogs fur so that lucius would have a conniption. the dye was completely safe as well, and you were sure the party guests would love to see lucius attempt to change to dogs fur back.

so you dyed the dog a key-lime green, and let it run back off to its owner.

“i suppose my father was right, you are mad.” a voice says from the hall.

you furrow your brows and step further into the hallway so you can get a look at who’s speaking.

leaning against the wall is a tall, pale, blonde boy. draco. andromeda told you about him. apparently he doesn’t like his father much and to spite him, takes teddy on walks in his garden every saturday and thursday morning.

“you know, people have been saying that my home is cursed to make any woman who lives in it insane. and i must admit after finding your aunt bellatrix’s journal i might have to believe them. her sanity did begin slipping after moving into that home.” you say, raising your eyebrows.

“bella was always mad. but if you keep tormenting my father i think it’ll be him to go insane. not that i don’t enjoy your little pranks on him.” he gushes, letting a small smile creep onto his face.

“i can’t just end your dad an i’s little feud here, draco. it would make me look cowardly,” you tease, biting your lip. “i really don’t even know why he invited me to this party. come to think of it, i don’t even know what we’re celebrating.”

“i invited you. it’s my birthday party.” he replies.

“why thank you for your invitation. may i ask how old you are?” you ask.

“twenty-three at 11:37,” he looks at his pocket watch, “ten more minutes.”

you study him before saying, “you know there’s a wall at my house that shows you the way the stars look. would you like to see how the universe aligns the stars for your birthday?” 

draco runs a hand through his hair, “i’d love to. and i’ve been meaning to see what you’ve done with bella’s old house.”

the two of you quietly sneak out of malfoy manor and into wisteria house. you lead him upstairs and into the sky room. the room had an enormously tall glass ceiling, and was decorated with things aurora had given you.

on the wall furtherest from the door was a live depiction of the stars above. tonight the wall showed a vibrant blue galaxy spotted with deep orange and bright white stars.

“you’re lucky, this is one of the best ones i’ve seen this whole year. the stars must like you.” you sigh, happily.

draco laughs a bit and looks at you, “despite being the town nuisance, i find you rather enjoyable.”

“despite that compliment being backhanded, i find you rather enjoyable as well.” you tease.

draco laughs, “did you know that the sacred twenty eight pureblood families have a nickname for you?”

you shake your head asking him to explain.

“they call you the last great american dynasty because you bought this big house and have money they can’t trace.” he says.

“i cant deny, i kind of like it.” you giggle.

draco looks down to his watch, “one minute and then i’m officially twenty three,” he pauses to smirk a little, “you know this is the age my parents got married, and i suppose my mother will expect the same of me now.”

“i’ve always said the best age to get hitched is twenty three. the brain isn’t fully developed so you can still love like a teenager but have the responsibilities of an adult. i suppose by that logic, i too should be getting married this year.” you joke.

draco smiles before looking at you quizzically.

you furrow your eyebrows, “what is it?” 

“i think i have the perfect way to win your little feud with my father.” 

“and what is that?” you ask.

“let’s get engaged.” he says simply.

“draco, i’m honored but,” you pause, thinking.

what would be the harm in accepting. you could spend however long you wanted mulling over the actual wedding. lucius would have to respect you a little more. and draco seemed to be a nice person.

“you know what, this mad woman wouldn’t mind being engaged to you. so long as you don’t rush me to marry you, and we stay here, at wisteria.” you bargain.

“you’re sure? you haven’t been drinking have you? i’d hate to propose to a woman who won’t remember this in the morning.” he jokes.

“i haven’t had anything other than pumpkin juice tonight. although i can say this is extremely impulsive, i am almost certain i’d like to marry you. i mean i just saw the ways the stars looked on your birthday. that’s the most intimate thing i’ve ever done with someone.” you smile.

“that’s the most intimate-” you cut the boy off with a simple, “of course not, silly.”

the two of you talk through the rest of the night and into the early morning before draco escorts himself home.

the following months were bliss, aside from lucius’ annoyance about you and his sons engagement. draco took you all over britian. you bought some of the best ice cream you’ve ever had from a shop in diagon alley, you visited aurora at hogwarts and met the lovely headmistress named minerva who gleamed at draco every time he spoke, you took draco to meet your parents in november to celebrate thanksgiving, and the two of you did a lot of landscaping for wisteria house.

“guess what tomorrow is.” you instruct your fiancee who is tending to the small wiggentree.

draco wipes the dirt from his forehead and purses his lips in thought, “ah, it’s our engagement party.”

you wink at him and wrap your cloak around yourself more trying to get warm, “precisely. i was thinking we announce the wedding day.”

he chuckles, “why y/n, we won’t be getting married for a while. plus i’d hate to toy with mother by giving her a date she’ll have to wait anxiously for. you know that woman is practically dying to have a wedding. though, i would have thought potters’ would have quenched her thirst.”

you roll your eyes, “we’re announcing the day. march the fourth two thousand and five.”

draco’s eyes widen, “and you’re sure?”

you nod and draco barrels toward you with a hug. it knocks you back a bit but you smile and hold the boy tight against you. 

it didn’t take you long to become enraptured in everything that was draco malfoy. he loved you with a firey passion you longed to never go out.

the wedding day came quickly, but not quick enough for you and your fiancee.

“you know, i must say, this crowd has to be bigger than harry’s on his wedding day.” you say to andromeda, narcissa, and your mom.

“it’s because half of these people are a little too invested in your life. i love you but having your wedding at a former deatheater’s home isn’t exactly normal. i mean i know it’s not bella’s house anymore but the history remains. i can’t say anyone likes a home of a deatheater. no offense sissy.” andromeda says, looking out the window at the large crowd in the garden.

narcissa rolls her eyes and continues weaving the wisteria into your h/c hair. 

“i wish i was better at braiding honey, but narcissa is doing better than i ever could. you were right to have me just doing your makeup.” your mom says, eyeing your mother-in-laws’ handiwork.

“i just can’t believe the day is finally here. my little boy is getting married. i always knew he’d marry a woman who could keep up with him.” narcissa smiles.

after you and your bridesmaids (who consisted of your best friend, andromeda, and your cousin aurora) were ready, narcissa and your mother escort you all down to the venue.

the two mothers smile at you before taking their seats. 

“next time we talk you’ll be a married woman.” your best friend says, nudging your shoulder.

“isn’t it crazy?” you laugh, clutching your flowers.

she gives you a confident look before walking onto the aisle.

soon enough its your turn to walk. the long train of your white dress trails gracefully behind you and your off the shoulder long sleeves keep your arms warm.

the grey eyes at the end of the aisle look at you with such adoration you can’t help but to let out a stray tear.

draco looks regal in his light grey tux. his blonde hair is styled just like it was in a picture you found of him from his sixth year at hogwarts, and his rosy cheeks allude to his nerves.

when you reach him he holds a hand out for you and wipes the tears from your eyes.

your father is officiating the wedding and gives you a smile that only a father can give before starting his speech.

soon enough it’s time for draco to say his vows.

your lover sniffles a bit before speaking, “y/n l/n, for years this house has sat quietly on this hill, free of women with madness and bad habits until two years ago when it was bought by you. y/n, the most brilliant woman i’ve ever met. you ruined all the negativities that came with this home. your nature is unlike anyone else. you always see the best in people and things. you make a friendly competition out of anything and it never fails to amaze me at the way you push yourself. before we met i was out walking with a few old friends from school and you were outside wisteria planting lilac. i remember one of my friends referred to you as loudest woman this town has ever seen. i have to agree, your aura is impossible to escape. but i would never want to escape your madness. everything you do fills me with light. who knows if you never showed up what could have been. i’ve had a marvelous time ruining everything this home used to stand for with you, and i’d be honored to continue doing just that for the rest of my life. i adore you, y/n.” 

your heart begged to reach out and hug him.

“i love you draco malfoy.” you profess.

“i know pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.” your father beams.

draco leans into you and gives you a kiss full of love. all the best things in the universe couldn’t compare to this moment right now. in the end you had two soulmates, one, a home that you poured all your work into and two, a man who you poured your whole being into.

when the two of you break away you smile at your husband, knowing that this is everything you’ve ever wanted.

and the town whispered the same thing years into your marriage, “there goes the last great american dynasty.”