#This was a bit rushed so its not that good

[tasteracha]

the cat that got the cream.

a/n: well. i did it. also, i can't believe this is the first time i've written a daddy kink???? that's crazy. anyways. warnings: reader has a pussy, daddy!kink, minho calls reader kitten. SMUT - MINORS DNI. <1k.

you knew minho was working; he had told you he would be occupied for the rest of the night with an apology and a kiss to your forehead, but you were horny and he has never denied you before. you pad into the bedroom, the only thing keeping you from being completely naked is his white button up shirt that you had been wearing all day.

“daddy,” you tug at the bottom of the shirt, rolling the material between your fingers.

“daddy’s busy, kitten,” he looks away from his computer screen for a moment and your face is reflected in his glasses. you look a little pitiful, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you give him your widest-eyed stare.

“i don’t want to disturb you, i just…” you trail off, taking a step closer to him. “need you.” 

“you can play with yourself for a bit, can’t you?” he asks, taking one of your hands in his and dragging his thumb against your skin. he returns his attention to the screen and lets go of your hand, and your body sways towards him with the lack of touch. 

“i tried,” you pout, but it goes unnoticed by him. “can’t do it without you.” 

“fuck,” he sucks in air through his teeth, glancing between you and his computer a few times. “alright, come here.” 

he stands and your entire body sings, ready for him to drag you to bed and have his way for you, but you’re stopped short when he takes his pants off and settles back into his desk chair. he pulls you by the arm and settles you into his lap, both of your legs straddling his thigh with his arms around you. 

no, not around you. reaching past you so that he could keep typing away at his computer. 

“what?” you turn your head towards his, leaning in to whisper your lips against his, but he pulls back. 

“i said i was busy,” he tuts, pushing your head back gently until your chin was tucked away against his neck. “get yourself off, kitten. i need to get my work done.”

you flush so hard you feel lightheaded - he wants you to get yourself off on his thigh while he works? you should feel offended but instead a rush of thrill sparks up your spine and your hips move on their own accord. your bare pussy slides against his thigh, the wetness from you collecting with every twitch of your body, and it feels good. 

the sound of your breathing pairs with the clacking of his fingers against the keyboard. you push past the embarrassment of him letting you use his body like this as he ignores you completely, as if you were truly one of his cats begging for his attention. you lean into it fully, bracing your hands against his chest as you roll your hips back and forth, back and forth, gasping when your clit brushes directly against his skin. 

“fuck, daddy,” you moan out to deaf ears, unable to keep the words from spilling out of your mouth. “feels so- so good.” 

you’re not close yet, but the feeling is so good that it doesn’t matter whether you come or not. you drift into the pleasure, your body moving on its own as you bury your head in the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. you don’t realize how long you’ve been going at it until you start sweating, your muscles settling into soreness as you start to slow down. 

you also don’t notice that the sound of typing has stopped, but you feel the hands that grip at your waist as if they were molten hot, the pads of minho’s fingers searing into you like a brand. he tugs at you sharply, your pussy digging into his thigh in a way that makes your entire body jerk. he pulls you back and jerks you forward again, riding you against his thigh like you were a toy. 

“that’s it,” he whispers into your ear, keeping his pase fast and brutal. “you’re doing so good for me kitten.”

the praise filters through your head even though you truly weren’t doing anything, and as you come your vision whites out and the noise in your ears turns gray and staticky. when you come back to yourself you’re still on his lap, nestled into his body perfectly. 

“thank you, min,” you mumble, nuzzling him with your head and closing your tired eyes. 

“of course, kitten,” are the last words you hear, drifting off with a satisfied smile on your face, looking like a cat that just got the sweetest cream.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #lee know smut #lee minho smut #stray kids drabbles

[heich0e]

"can i call you later?"

the wind bites at your cheeks, but the sting you feel is as much from the smile on your face as it is from the chill.

"dunno," you muse, pursing your lips as though you're contemplating the question deeply. "can you?"

rintarou groans, but the sound isn't half as plaintive as it ought to be. you watch as his head hangs down defeatedly where his frame is folded over the railing that lines the front of the train station, his body pitched forward over the barrier like he's trying to reach you on the other side.

you've been saying goodbye for the past twenty minutes—or, you've been trying to. sort of. maybe. the train you'd planned to catch has already come and gone, and the next is set to soon arrive. one more and it will be the last of the night, but not even knowing that fact seems to be moving you closer towards the door to the station—content to stay here, like this, as the wind of the late fall night nips at your cheeks and the two of you muddle through your goodbye with the inelegance of two people who couldn't be less committed to it if they tried.

rintarou lifts his head to meet your gaze.

"i mean it, though." he says. "can i call you tonight?"

your stomach flips when he looks at you this way. when he keeps looking at you this way.

"we just spent hours together," you remind him, but your words are too breathy to make impact. too elated to be reproachful.

you've been on three dates with rintarou now. you think they're dates anyway, though it's never explicitly been stated. his invitations are always casual, sandwiched in between all the other texts he sends to you these days, so you might be reading into things too closely for your own good. but dinner doesn't just feel like dinner when rintarou has this way of looking at you like you're the only person he's ever laid his eyes on.

"i know," he answers. it's not an explanation, or an excuse, or even an apology. it's plain acceptance. a shamelessness you find wretchedly endearing.

you glance back at the station behind you, biting the inside of your cheek to temper your delight.

"my train is coming," you say.

he looks a bit crestfallen. laughably glum, considering the circumstances.

you drag the heel of your shoe back ever so slightly, not quite a step—at least not in any meaningful way—but inching in the direction of the doors at a glacial pace. continental drift seems positively hasty in comparison to your retreat.

"bye," he calls, his tone dejected. you watch as he lifts his hand weakly, still slumped over the railing, and waves at you with only a few fingers raised.

you want to laugh, but your chest is so full of something else—something syrupy and fluttering and good—that it's like there's no space for it underneath your ribs.

you call back to him just before you step into the station.

"rintarou—"

there are other people around, stepping between and around you both—rushing into the station to escape the cold, or moving briskly as they brace themselves and step out into it—but you hardly notice them when your eyes meet.

you smile.

"—call me later."

he calls you almost every night after that.

even as the cool autumn winds change with the seasons; carrying flakes of snow as winter blankets nagano, warming with the spring, turning heavy with humidity in summer, and then repeating the cycle anew.

even as your reluctant goodbyes turn from late nights outside of train stations to early morning words whispered under blankets as rintarou leaves for practice or away games.

even as the uncertainty of whether or not you're getting your hopes up—of whether those meetings were even really dates at all—melts away into nothing more than a memory.

you're not even sure what the two of you manage to spend so much time talking about on the phone. nothing, really. everything in its own right. rintarou's phone calls are something you come to look forward to at the end of a long day. something you anticipate when you have exciting news to share. a comfort when you're missing him and a relief when you need him most.

"is that the last one?" you ask, turning just in time to see your boyfriend—your live-in boyfriend now, officially—flop back on the sofa after he drops the last moving box atop the stack piled near the balcony door.

"yeah," he wheezes, evidently winded from the exertion—from the exhaustion—of moving house. you laugh a bit to yourself as you shuffle over to the sofa, leaning over the back so you can peer down at him where he lays sprawled against the cushions.

"aren't you a professional athlete?" you tease him. "shouldn't you have better stamina?"

rintarou cocks a brow, something sly swimming behind his gaze.

"i need better stamina?" he drawls. "you're usually complaining about the opposite."

you roll your eyes in the wake of his remark, grabbing a throw pillow from beneath his head and yanking it from under him unceremoniously, only to press it lightly against his face.

you shuffle back towards the kitchen where you'd left the box you were unpacking abandoned. you grab a plate from inside the cardboard and turn to place it on the shelf you'd decided would house your dinnerware.

"it's late," you tell him, reaching for the next plate in the box. "you should go wash up first."

you don't get a reply, and that surprises you. you creep over to the sofa again, only to find rintarou staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"hey," you laugh a little, leaning on your elbows against the back of the couch. "where'd you go?"

rintarou's gaze snaps back to yours. he still looks at you like he did on your first date. like he did outside the train station on your third. he smiles, bit it's a bit sheepish.

"sorry, was just thinking," he answers quietly. he reaches up from where he's lying on his back, brushing his thumb against your cheek. his smile turns a little bit giddy, then. boyishly charming. "can't believe we finally got a place together."

you lean into his touch, huffing a little breath through your nose—halfway to a laugh.

"guess you won't have to call me anymore," you joke, and rintarou's expression changes—falls slightly—but only for a moment. you realize what you've said, or at least think about the implications more, and you sort of understand the shift.

you fell in love through those phone calls.

you'll miss them—the ritual, the familiarity, the comfort—even though you know they've been replaced by something better.

you turn your face, pressing a fleeting kiss to rintarou's palm. "go wash up," you tell him again, heading back towards the kitchen and your (now twice abandoned) box of plates.

he seems to heed your advice this time, peeling himself up off the sofa and shuffling off in the direction of the washroom.

"don't use all the hot water!" you call after his retreating frame, and you hear him reply noncommittally under his breath before the door clicks closed behind him.

you've only got three dishes left to unpack before your box is emptied, but the shelf you'd been organizing doesn't seem to want to accommodate all of your bowls in the way you wanted, so you're left arranging and rearranging them as you try to find a way to get them to fit.

in the back pocket of your jeans, your phone begins to ring. with three plates balanced in one hand, you reach for it with the other—the movement muscle memory now, instinct more than volition, after all this time. you answer the call without even looking at the screen, holding the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you continue juggling the dishes in front of you.

"oop—hello?"

you pause after you answer the call, realizing for the first time that you shouldn't be getting a call at all. not at this time of night. not in this apartment.

the line is quiet, just the sound of breathing that you could recognize anywhere to be heard from the other end of the call.

"why are you calling me?" you ask rintarou, but the words are light. too fond to be reproachful.

you hear rintarou laugh—from the other end of the call and from the other side of the bathroom door.

"just wanted to hear your voice," he answers you (the same way he has a thousand nights before when you've asked him that same question.)

"you're ridiculous," you tell him, completely enamoured.

"i know," he replies.

it's quiet for a moment as the two of you stand on opposite sides of your apartment. on opposite ends of your call.

you shift a stack of bowls a little to the left. it all fits now. just the way you wanted it to.

"y'know, the hot water won't run out as fast if we shower together—"

you hear the bathroom door open, and when you look over your shoulder, rintarou is peeking at you from around the edge of the door—his phone held to his ear, a smile on his face you know is mirrored on your own, and a look in his eye that's never once wavered.

he tilts his head.

"—wanna join me?"

#do not. look at me #suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #hq drabble #hq writing #writing

[suashii]

— 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝓌𝓁 ౨ৎ

boothill x f!reader. 2k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ vaguely suggestive bits ﾉ fluff ﾉ non-canon compliant ﾉ farmhand!boothill ﾉ pet names ( darlin’ + sweetheart :3 )

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it’s late—you know so because the sky has turned to a deep navy. you can hear the crickets chirping through the open window, feel the cool night breeze whisper against your skin. beyond those telling signs, your eyelids are beginning to feel heavy. they’re screaming at you to close them but you know that if you do, you’ll fall asleep in a second. you can’t do that now, not when you’re on the phone giving your weekly update to your friend back home. 

“so,” her voice crackles over the line, “how are things in farmville?”

you snort at meg’s nickname for the little town you’ve come to know as a second home. as much as she pokes fun at the idea of having a ranch to run away to, she’s been supportive of your decision to retreat here for solace. she keeps you in the loop when it comes to the drama unfolding in the office and listens attentively when you tell her what you’re up to on the farm.

you have a feeling she might be offended that you didn’t tell her this bit sooner.

“fine.” you draw the word out, rolling onto your other side on the couch as if repositioning will give you enough time to stall. despite not being able to see her face, you imagine that the woman is wearing an expression that says something along the lines of i know you’re hiding something. even through the phone, she can see through you. “i might have gotten a concussion a few days ago.”

she gasps and you can hear her slap her hand over her mouth. you’re sure if she could, she’d reach through the phone and shake you by the shoulders before thinking better of it and rushing out a string of apologies. though, she can’t, so she settles on questioning you instead. “what happened? are you okay? why the hell are you just now telling me?”

you relay the series of events to her—how it happened, boothill finding you, your visit to the doctor, and boothill playing nurse since then. her worry seems to dissipate as you explain and by the time you’re done, she’s laughing.

“what are you giggling about?” you ask her, but a little part of you already knows. boothill’s name always seems to make its way into your conversations and since the start of these weekly calls, meg has held onto the belief that you’re harboring a crush on the farmhand. you brush her off every time she suggests that you like him but like a leech, the thought always latches on and lingers.

“probably hard to deny your feelings now, huh?” you can hear the smile in her voice. you pucker your lips in annoyance. you didn’t think telling her about the way boothill makes you feel would result in meg throwing it back in your face at any given moment. though, you suppose you can’t be surprised. she’s frustrated that you’ll admit those feelings to her and not him, that you won’t act on them. “he’s already taking care of you like you’re his girlfriend—how romantic!”

“it’s not romantic,” you tell her, shaking your head, “he’d do that for anyone.”

“even better!” meg squeals. the shrill sound makes you pull the phone away from your ear and you only return it to its former position when the woman lowers her voice. “if he’s like that with everyone, that means he isn’t trying to impress you. he’s just a compassionate, caring guy who happens to have a thing for you.”

you chew on your cheek as you contemplate her words. you’ve never doubted that he’s a good guy—you’ve seen too many instances of his big heart in action to think otherwise, though, the part about boothill having a “thing” for you is a bit harder to believe. sure, he’s called you pretty numerous times, unintentionally held your hands on a couple of occasions, but that means nothing, at least when it comes to whatever feelings he might have for you. you’ve convinced yourself that most of the things he does that make your heart flutter or your cheeks burn are simply to get a reaction out of you—a little embarrassment for the sake of his entertainment.

“ugh, when are you going to be brave and spill your guts to him?” meg’s voice cuts through your thoughts.

“never! i’m not telling him anything.” you close your eyes and take a deep breath to ground yourself. “i don’t know how long i’ll be here and, more importantly, i have no idea if he even likes me.”

“and you’ll never find out if you keep running away.”

you’re about to tell her that you aren’t running away or avoiding anything but you press your lips together before the words can hit the air. because you have been—you can recall a number of times you have in the past and you’re even thinking about it now, leaving without coming to terms with your feelings or figuring out if boothill reciprocates them.

“i’m not—” not running away? not going to tell him? not ready to tell him? you huff out a sigh, one that’s a mixture of frustration and confusion. “not now, meg.”

“that’s fine,” she assures you, her voice soft. “i just don’t want you to regret anything.”

“i know.” you nod even though she can’t see you.

she’s right. you’ll regret it if you don’t say anything, if you go home without facing your feelings head-on. the what ifs and what could have beens will follow you there, mercilessly haunting your mind.

“it’s getting late,” you tell meg, “i think i’m going to go to bed.”

“sure,” she hums. there’s a brief pause like she wants to say more but she settles on, “good night.”

“g’night.” you pull your phone away to end the call and toss the device on the other end of the couch. you should go upstairs and get in bed like you planned to but all these thoughts so fresh in your head make you feel like falling asleep won’t come easy tonight. slumping against the arm on the couch, you let out a groan, one quiet enough to not wake your grandpa and boothill upstairs but loud enough to grant you the slightest bit of relief.

though, the sound is cut off by another. it comes from the kitchen and you sit up to peer over the back of the couch to see if you’re hearing things—you’d prefer it that way. your fantasy comes to an end when you see boothill standing at the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and closing the door once he’s finished.

he meets your gaze and shoots you a smile before uncapping the water and taking a few gulps. it’s strange seeing him at this hour; he usually sleeps early so he can wake up with the sun. you rarely ever see him wearing anything but his jeans and his top of choice but the look is traded in for pajamas now—if you can call nothing but a pair of boxers pajamas.

you gasp at the sight and turn around. he just wanders around the house half-naked? carelessly risks running into you while wearing nothing but his underwear? you might not have heard him but he certainly must have seen you stretched out on the couch or at the very least heard you talking to meg on the phone.

the call.

you quickly turn around to face him once more.

“how long have you been there?” the question comes out rushed but you’re frantic to know if he was around to hear you talking about him.

he shrugs and swallows, setting his bottle on the counter before leaning against it. “i don’t know. long enough to hear you’re having some boy troubles.”

the confession makes your heart jump into your throat. you choose not to expand on it, instead reprimanding him for eavesdropping. “it’s rude to listen in on conversations you aren’t part of.”

“my apologies.” he raises his hands in mock surrender. “i just didn’t wanna interrupt.”

you stare him down in an attempt to read his expression and the look in his eyes. his perpetual smile is in place like usual but nothing else about his countenance seems knowing. he’s either very good at hiding it or he didn’t pick up on the fact that he was the one you’re talking about.

“want some advice?” boothill speaks up, tilting his head in a question of its own.

you look at him for a second before a laugh bubbles up from your chest, permeating the air. boothill’s smile slowly falls and that’s the last you see of him before turning your back to him. it seems a little more polite to laugh at him if it isn’t in his face.

he doesn’t stay at his place in the kitchen, feet carrying him to the back of the couch. you’re still laughing when he gets there. he’s never heard you laugh like this before—not at anything he’s said or done. as captivated as he is by the sound, he’s a touch more curious as to what brought it about. a cushion in between you, he leans over the back of the couch to ask, “what’s so funny?”

“i’m sorry.” you try to clear the humor from your voice but it lingers with your explanation. you turn your head to look boothill in the eye. “it’s just—what do you know about problems of the male variety?”

“hello?” he straightens up and gestures to himself and it’s only then that you remember how…undressed he is. that’s enough to sober you up from your humor. “you’re looking at a man, sweetheart.”

you don’t need him to tell you that—you’re more than aware of that. you just meant that he doesn’t seem like the type to help people out of romantic hardships, rather, he’s the one who causes them. strangely enough, though, you consider hearing his perspective. after all, he is the subject of your “boy troubles” as boothill called them.

“so, how about it?” he rounds the couch and plops down on it beside you, leaving a safe amount of space between the two of you. you hold his gaze, light gray irises glowing like stars in the darkness of the living room. “wanna hear my opinion?”

your heart rate quickens and you can’t tell why. because he’s this close to you and practically naked? because those gray eyes are boring into you, urging you to hear him out? because his advice could be the courage you need to admit your feelings or the very deterrent to keep you from doing so? 

maybe you aren’t quite brave enough to spill your guts yet but it’s time for you to stop being so scared of the what ifs. “okay, go for it.”

that seems to be the answer boothill was looking for, if his growing smile is any evidence. he doesn’t waste any time sharing his insight. “i say throw caution to the wind, tell him how you feel. and if he doesn’t feel the same way, well then, that’s his loss. because you, darlin’, are a catch. any man would be lucky to have you.”

you know boothill isn’t one to sugarcoat his words. every word he says, he means. is that the case here, too? any man would be lucky to have you—would he feel the same if that man was him?

“i’m headin’ to bed.” he groans as he stands up, stretching his arms above his head, mouth falling open in a yawn. you watch him silently, pondering his words. he doesn’t comment on your silence, doesn’t bother to tease you about your staring. all he does is offer you a wink before telling you, “sweet dreams.”

just as quietly as he appeared, he’s gone.

you let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you were holding. instead of following boothill’s lead and going to sleep, you rest your head on the arm of the couch and turn your eyes up to the ceiling. your heart is still beating wildly against your rib cage but it’s not bad nerves this time around, it’s anticipation.

courage it is.

thanks for reading! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

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[skywalkerslvt]

Cockwarming Leon

❥Pairing: Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

❥Summary: You cockwarm Leon while doing paperwork.

❥CW: 18+, smut, unprotected p in v, oral sex (leon receiving), cockwarming, sub!leon, degradation (reader calls leon slut/whore), praise, dacryphilia (crying), orgasm delay/denial, 1.5k words

❥a/n: Very rushed fic, not proofread, hope you enjoy! BTW my asks/requests are open so PLEASE send something in! I would love some new fic ideas <3

After a long day at work, you trudged through the front door of your apartment, the weight of unfinished paperwork still lingering in your mind. Despite the exhaustion gnawing at your bones, the thought of spending time with Leon lifted your spirits. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you sought out your boyfriend, finding him lounging in the living room, eyes on the television. You approached him on the couch, returning the soft smile he gave you as you straddled his thighs and nuzzled into his neck. 

“Hey, you,” he sighed contentedly, wrapping his arms around you while arching his neck back, giving your searching lips more access. “How was work?” 

You hummed against his neck. “Long. Missed you,” you replied between kisses, teeth lightly scraping against his skin. You relished in the way his breathing hitched in response, hips rolling up slightly to gain friction against his quickly hardening cock. 

With a teasing smile, you stood, dragging Leon with you by the collar of his t-shirt, gently pushing him towards the desk chair. You kissed him softly, then knelt between his spread legs, running your hands up his tense thighs. You placed a kiss over the tent in his sweatpants, maintaining eye contact with him as he bit his lip in anticipation. 

You tugged at the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pulling them down his hips and letting them pool at his ankles, freeing his cock from its confines as it slapped against his lower abdomen. You licked a long stripe from the base to the tip before taking him fully into your mouth, swatting his hands away as he reached to place them on your head. Leon’s eyelids fluttered closed as he let out a strained moan, lost in the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around his pulsing dick. 

Your mouth was off him just as fast as it was on him, your hand replacing your mouth as you gave his wet cock a few pumps before getting up and reaching for your bag, pulling out your paperwork. A puzzled expression painted Leon’s flushed face as you placed your paperwork on the desk and began removing your pants. 

“What–What are you doing?” He panted out. Now naked from the waist down, you situated yourself onto his lap, taking his cock in your hands and guiding it to your dripping cunt, flashing him a coy smile over your shoulder. 

“I have to finish up some paperwork,” you replied sweetly, “But you can be a good boy and sit still while I do this, can’t you?”

With a playful glint in your eyes, you positioned yourself over his lap, guiding his throbbing cock to the entrance of your slick folds. Leon's breath hitched at the sensation, his hands instinctively reaching out to grasp your hips, but you shot him a warning look, halting his movements. "No touching, Leon," you admonished softly, your voice laced with authority. "You don't get to fuck me until I say so."

Leon whimpered, but placed his hands at his sides obediently, a shiver running down his spine at the commanding tone of your voice. With a teasing smirk, you sank down fully onto his cock, relishing in the way he filled you completely, stretching you deliciously with each inch. 

A low groan spilled from Leon’s lips as you fully seated yourself onto his cock, your velvety walls clenching around him in a tight, welcoming embrace. Leon's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his restraint palpable as he struggled to remain still, his cock throbbing with need.

You were seemingly uninterested, working diligently on your paperwork as Leon’s needy whimpers filled the room, his arousal mounting with the tightening of your walls around his dick. With a wicked grin, you deliberately clenched around him, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from his lips as he fought to maintain his composure.

“God, you really are just a needy slut, aren’t you?” you teased, giving him a mischievous smirk over your shoulder. “Be a good boy and wait just a little while longer, and then you’ll get your reward, yeah?”

Leon nodded frantically, his self-control hanging by a thread as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins. He was being so good for you, and if you were being honest, you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out with the way his cock was filling you so well. 

As you turned back to your work and clenched down on him once more, every shred of self control Leon had was thrown out the window. It all just felt too good, and he couldn’t help but roll his hips up, his needy cock seeking the friction it needed. You let out a surprised gasp, unprepared for the intrusion of his thick head against that sweet spot deep inside your cunt. As you dropped your pen, Leon knew he was in trouble. 

He felt a sharp slap on his thigh, your eyes narrowing at him as you ridiculed his behaviour. “You greedy little whore. Are you that much of a desperate slut that you can’t listen to simple instructions?” 

Leon’s eyes drifted to the floor in shame, but you wouldn’t accept that. You grabbed a hold of his face, forcing his eyes back to yours. “I’ll let it slide this time, but if this happens again, you won’t get to fuck me. Understood?”

“Y-yes ma’am! I’m s-so sorry–won’t happen again. Just p-please let me fuck you.”

"Good boy." You gave him a teasing smile and shifted slightly in your chair, purposefully clenching around him. A choked whimper escaped his lips, and you felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight of him struggling to maintain control.

Turning your attention back to the paperwork, you picked up your pen and started to write. Each deliberate clench of your muscles around him elicited a new wave of shivers and gasps. You could feel his desperation growing, the tension in his body building with each passing second.

Minutes ticked by as you continued your work, only occasionally glancing down to see Leon's face contorted with need, tears spilling down from his eyes. He was doing his best to stay still, but you could tell he was on the verge of breaking.

Without warning, you clenched around him harder, making him cry out softly. His breaths were becoming more erratic, and his body trembled as he tried to hold back. "P-please," he begged, his voice a strained whisper. "I can't... I need to..."

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. "Not yet, Leon. Be patient. I just have one more thing to do" You kissed his temple gently before returning to your paperwork, leaving him trembling beneath you.

Leon's breaths came out in ragged gasps, his body trembling with anticipation and need. Tears continued to streak down his cheeks as he fought to hold back his impending release, the desperation evident in every strained movement. He was completely at your mercy, his arousal and obedience to your commands intertwined in a tangled web of pleasure and restraint.

Finally, with a final flourish of your pen, you set aside your paperwork and turned your full attention back to Leon. His eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and longing, his entire being consumed by the need to release the tension coiled tightly within him.

You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered softly, "You've been such a good boy for me, Leon. You've earned your reward."

With that, you began to move, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles as you rode him with purpose and intent. Leon's breath caught in his throat, a choked sob escaping his lips as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming pleasure washing over him.

His hips thrusted upwards, meeting the rolling of your hips as he chased his pleasure. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for very long, but in that moment all he cared about was cumming. 

As you felt his release approaching, you quickened the pace, your movements becoming more urgent as you chased your own climax. The tension in the air was palpable, the anticipation building to a fever pitch as you both hurtled towards the edge of bliss.

And then, with a final, desperate cry, Leon found release, his body convulsing with pleasure as he spilled himself inside you. The feeling of his hot seed filling you pushed you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing over you in a wave of ecstasy.

You collapsed against each other, spent and breathless, the only sound filling the room the echo of your racing hearts. With a gentle touch, you cupped his face, brushing away the tears that still lingered there.

"Are you okay?" you whispered, your voice filled with concern as you searched his eyes for any sign of discomfort.

Leon nodded weakly, a soft smile gracing his lips as he reached up to caress your cheek. "I'm more than okay," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "That was…amazing."

A warmth spread through your chest at his words, filling you with a sense of contentment unlike anything you'd ever known. Wrapping your arms around him, you held him close, relishing in the closeness you shared.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil smut

[mymindcreatedthis]

It was all a dream! 18+

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Warning: Smut, Cuddling, wet dream, Cock Warming, cumshot, handjob.

Plot: After a very long week of training and weight lifting the girls are tired, they eat dinner and head up to their room and immediately fall asleep. Reader holds Alexia close to her as they sleep and starts having a spicy dream of Putellas. Reader and Alexia are to tired to do it but Alexia helps Reader out and gives her a handjob.

*Y/n's Pov*

It was the 4th day of camp, the team and I have been training and lifting weights like crazy. We are all super tired. After the coach blows the whistle we rush over to the water and chug a bunch of water.

We hit the locker room and hit the showers. We change into new clothes and get onto the bus and head back to the hotel. After dinner Alexia and I go back to our room. We immediately lay down in bed.

"Good night baby." I say and kiss her.

Alexia smiles and kisses back. "Good night love."

I cuddle with her and hold her close to me. I kiss her head and fall asleep holding Alexia close to me.

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I blush darkly at the naked girl in front of me. She smirks and pushes me back onto the bed. She bites her lip and lays between my legs. She kisses and rubs my bulge over my shorts.

I moan in pleasure as she does this. "Mmm fuck."

The girl giggles. "Mmm so hard. I can feel you throbbing."

She playfully tugs at the waist band of my shorts silently asking for permission. I nod, I bite my lip and watch the beautiful blonde slides my shorts and boxers down my legs and toss them off to the side.

My dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement. "Fuck baby, you're huge." Alexia says as she measures my dick with her forearm.

I blush darkly. "T-Thanks."

Alexia giggles, she slowly strokes my dick and swirls her tongue around the tip. I moan in pleasure as she does this.

"Relax baby, relax and enjoy." Alexia says.

Once I'm hard Alexia takes my dick in her mouth. I moan as Alexia slowly bobs her head. "Mmm fuck just like that."

Alexia hums against my dick, she wraps her arms around my thighs and bobs her head a bit faster. Alexia chokes as gags a bit as my tip hits the back of her throat.

"S-Shit, just like that's, I'm gonna cum buckets." I moan in pleasure.

Alexia plays with my balls as she bobs her head even faster. I moan, after another 5 minutes of an amazing blow job I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Alexia baby.... I'm gon-" I'm unable to warn her in time. I bust my load in her mouth.

Throat pie:

I moan, my legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I finish inside Alexia's mouth. Alexia chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth.

I moan in pleasure coming down from my high as the last of my cum oozes inside her mouth. Alexia swallows my load; she gets the rest of my cum. My dick falls from her mouth and falls limp.

Alexia smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Cum drips down her chin. Alexia smiles and swallows my load.

I flip us around and kiss her deeply. My hands slip up her shirt, I scratch and trace her abs a bit roughly scratching them with my fingers. Alexia moans as I do this, I smirk and continue to kiss her neck.

My hand slips in her panties and shorts and rub her folds. "Mmm fuck." Alexia moans and leans back against me as I slip in a finger and slowly finger her.

"Mmm take off my clothes." Alexia moans as I continue to finger her.

I giggle, I slide her shorts and panties down her legs and tosses them off to the side. I pick her up, Alexia giggles and squeals as I do this.

I lay her on the bed, Alexia spreads her legs giving me full access to her pussy, I lay between her legs. I take off her shirt and bra and toss them off to the side.

I kiss from her neck down to her chest, I kiss and suck in her boobs leaving hickys. Alexia moans as I do this, I kiss her boobs down to her stomach/ abs. I kiss and suck on her abs leaving hickys.

Alexia moans and runs her fingers through my hair. I playfully tug at her shirts silently asking for permission. Alexia nods. "Take them off."

I slide her shorts and panties down her legs and toss them off to the side. I run my fingers through her folds. She moans as I do this.

"You're soaking wet baby." I say.

"All for you baby." Alexia says.

I smirk, I kiss from her abs down to her thighs. I kiss and suck on her inner thighs. Alexia moans she grabs my head and pushes my head to where she needs me the most. I lick her folds, Alexia moans and rubs her fingers through my hair.

I didn't know what Alexia was into so I was just winging it. Alexia moans as I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I lick her folds and roll my tongue on her clit.

"Oh fuck, it's so good." Alexia's moans.

I slip in a second finger, I finger her faster. Alexia moans and rests her legs on my shoulders. I stick my tongue deep in her pussy eating her out.

"Fuck....Fuck....Fuck. I'm gonna cum." Alexia moans.

I finger her faster and faster as I eat her out rolling my tongue on her clit adding different pressure sending Alexia over the edge. Alexia cums on my face and in my mouth and on my fingers. Alexia's legs shake and buckle in pleasure.

I help Alexia ride out her high. I lick and clean up her sticky mess. I lick her juices off my fingers and wipe her juices off my face. I lick her folds cleaning up the rest of her cum.

Alexia moans and lays there panting and trying to catch her breath I come back up and kiss her deeply. Alexia moans as she tastes herself on my lips.

"Mmmm you really know how to eat pussy." Alexia says.

I smile. "You taste amazing baby."

I smash my lips against Alexia's and make out with her. Alexia lowers her hand and slowly strokes my dick as she makes out with me.

I moan in the kiss as she does this. Alexia smirks and lays me down on the bed, she smirks and straddles me.

"I'm not done with you yet. I want your load deep inside my pussy." Alexia says seductively.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. Alexia straddles me she lines my dick up with her pussy. Alexia puts my tip in her and slowly sinks down I. My dick taking my length deep inside her.

We both moan as I'm deep inside her pussy. Alexia grabs my boobs and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"Fuck I thought you were big in my mouth. I feel so full with you deep inside me." Alexia moans.

Me and Alexia both moan as she slowly slides up and down on my dick. "Mmm fuck, so wet and tight." I moan in pleasure.

Alexia slides up and down on my dick faster and faster. "Mmm fuck daddy you're really deep in there." Alexia moans.

Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. I moan and spank her ass. Alexia moans and goes faster and harder.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Alexia moans and massages my boobs as she keeps riding my dick going harder. "Gah fuck, it feels so good." Alexia moans.

"Mmm you Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask.

Alexia moans and grips the top of the head board. As she goes faster and faster. "Fuck daddy, I love it. I love you stretching me out." Alexia moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Gah Alexia, slow down a bit. I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

Alexia cutely giggles and moans. "That's the point baby. I'm gonna drain your balls and collect every drop of your cum." Alexia says.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. I moan and watch Alexia as she continues to ride me.

"You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy?" Alexia asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm gonna pump you full of cum." I moan in Pleasure.

Alexia grips the head board tightly and rides my dick faster and harder. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Alexia baby, I'm gonna cum." Loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #1:

I moan in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Alexia moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as o continue to shoot ropes of cum inside her and paint her walls white. We both moan as I continue to pump her full of cum.

Alexia gasps and moans as I continue to cum inside her. "Mmm fuck there's so much." Alexia moans.

I help Alexia ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs Alexia closely climbs off my dick. Thick cum ooze sour of her and drips down her thighs and drips onto my lap, my dick and onto the bed and sheets.

"Mmm fuck." Alexia moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her.

I lay her on the bed in Missonary position, I smile and kiss her. Alexia smiles against my lips and kisses my back. My dick rubs against her folds and pokes her inner thighs. Alexia bites her lip and looks down.

"Put it back in, put it back in." Alexia begs.

I smirk. "Such a slut for my dick and cum deep inside you." I tease her as I slide my dick back inside her.

"Mm yes, I love your dick and cum deep inside me." Alexia moans as I slide my dick back inside her.

"Mm fuck you're really deep in there." Alexia moans.

Alexia wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer making me go even deeper inside her. We both moan.

"Mmm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

I moan as I slowly slide back and forth. Alexia moans in pleasure. "F-Faster." Alexia moans.

I smirk, I hover over her and thrust in and out of her faster and faster. I moan and kiss her neck, Alexia moans and scratches my back.

"Ugh fuck." She moans, her toes curl.

I smirk, I go at an angle and pound her g spot. "Oh fuck, right there. Right there." Alexia moans.

My dick slips out from how wet she is. Alexia Cutely groans and pouts. "Put it back in, put it back in." Alexia says begging.

I quickly slide my dick back inside her, I moan I go at an angle and pound her g spot fast and hard. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

Alexia screams in pleasure. "I'm gonna squirt."

Alexia screams in pleasure and squirts like crazy. Her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she squirts like crazy.

"Ahh fuck." Alexia moans.

I smirk, I continue to pound her g spot going faster and faster.

"Fuck....Fuck....Fuck." Alexia squeaks out with each thrust.

"Mmm so good, I don't think I can last much longer." I moan.

Alexia giggles. "Is someone close to cumming again?" Alexia asks teasing me.

I nod and moan in pleasure. I lean down and kiss her deeply, I smirk against her lips as I feel her walls clench around my dick.

"Need to cum again beautiful?" I ask her.

"So damn bad." Alexia moans.

"Let go baby." I moan as I continue to fuck the daylights out of her. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Alexia moans.

I lean down and kiss her as I kiss her I feel her juices on my dick and abs. I moan as I continue to thrust into her faster and faster. I moan as I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls.

"Alexia baby I'm gon-"

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Alexia moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum inside her and paint her walls white. We both moan as I continue to pump her full of cum.

I help Alexia ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. My thick cum oozes out of her pussy and coats her folds and oozes onto the bed.

We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breathes. "Fuck toy are amazing in bed." Alexia pants out.

I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes. Alexia smiles and scoots back to her ass to me. She lifts her ass cheek up a bit.

I smirk, I slide my dick back inside her. I moan and rest my head against hers.I reach up and pull her hair. Alexia mains as I pull her hair. "Such a good girl." I tease her.

"Mmm fuck all for you. Mmm you can free use me the rest of camp. Make me your personal cum dump." Alexia moans. I smirk and look into her eyes full of lust and hunger.

"Yeah I bet you would love that. Huh slut?" I tease her.

"Mm yes I would love it so much. Fuck me whener you want and shoot your massive loads in me." Alexia moans.

I smirk. "I like the sound of that." I moan as I lift her leg a bit and hold it up a bit as I thrust into her faster.

Alexia moans and looks deep into my eyes "I've been such a naught girl. Mm fuck." Alexia moans out seductively.

I moan and thrust in and out of her faster and faster, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Alexia moans she looks me deep in the eyes as I continue to fuck her brains out.

"Fuck....Fuck.....Fuck." Alexia squeaks out with each thrust.

Alexia's mouth hangs open her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to pound her pussy going faster and faster.

Alexia screams in pleasure as I pound her g spot. "Ahh I'm gonna squirt again." Alexia screams in pleasure.

I smirk, I hold her leg up and thrust into her faster and harder. Her boobs bounce up and down as I continue to fuck her. I reach down and run her clit with my thumb. Alexia's legs lean against mine.

"Oh fuck." Alexia shouts as she squirts like crazy all over the bed and sheets I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy Alexia moans and shudders as I do this.

I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continue to hold her Leg up as I thrust in and out of her harder and faster.

"Mmm fuck, it feels so good." Alexia cries out in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Ahh I'm close."

"Me too." Alexia moans.

I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming

"Yes, cum in me. Cum in me." Alexia moans begging as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Alexia baby I'm gon-" I try to warn her in time but I'm unable too.

Creampie #3:

I moan in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Alexia moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum inside her painting her walls white.

"Mm fuck there's so much cum." Alexia moans in pleasure.

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss as the last of my cum oozes inside her. Alexia and I kiss.

"Mmm so sexy. God you are amazing in bed Alexia moans.

—————————-

I stir awake and groan in annoyance as I feel my dick throbbing. I was super hard and really needed a release. Alexia stirs as she feels my boner poking and rubbing against her ass.

“Mmm Y/n are you hard?” She asks half asleep.

“Sorry baby, I was having a really good dream.” I say and blush darkly in embarrassment.

Alexia giggles. “Yeah I can tell.”

Alexia licks her palm, she reaches back and slips her hand in my shorts and boxers.

I bite my lip and moan as Alexia slowly strokes my dick. I moan and close my eyes letting her do the work.

Alexia strokes my dick a bit faster and rubs her thumb over my tip. She smirks as some of my precum leaks out, as she teases my tip with her thumb.

“Mm so hard baby. I can feel you throbbing, someone really needs to cum.” Alexia says.

I moan in pleasure and cutlet grip the sheets. Alexia giggles as my face cutely contorts in pleasure.

“Jesus cum baby. Let go and cum for me.” Alexia says seductively.

She reaches over with her other hand and plays with my balls as she strokes my dick faster.

I moan in pleasure. After 5 more minutes of an amazing handjob I feel my balls tighten.

Cumshot:

I can’t take it anymore I moan and let go. Cum shoots out and lands on Alexia’s hands and drips down her fingers. Cum lands on my thighs, my abs, on Alexia’s abs and thighs and on the sheets.

Alexia giggles. “That’s it baby, let it all out.”

I moan as she helps me ride out my high. Cum continues to ooze and spurt out of my dick. I moan and lay there panting trying to catch my breath.

Alexia smiles, she licks my cum off her hand and fingers. She leans down and licks the cum off my abs, my dick and off my dick. I bite my lip as I watch her do this.

Alexia comes back up and kisses me. I moan in the pleasure as I taste myself on her lips. “Mmm you taste amazing daddy.”

Alexia takes off my shorts and boxers and takes off her shorts and panties. “Mmm cuddle me with your dick inside me.” Alexia says. “When we wake up, I’ll help you with your morning wood.” Alexia says.

I smile and nod, I slide my dick inside her and moan as her walls clench around my dick. I pull her against me and cuddle her. We fall back asleep.

There will be a second part of this one since I just left you guys off with that cliff hanger 😂

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[matchadobo]

I absolutely love how you write kidd sm!!! Can i request a scenario where kid and killer are cuddling with us? Appreciate it ^_^

KIDD & KILLER; cuddles

wc: 1453

warning/s: very sfw <3, gn reader

it happened one evening when it was awfully cold. the victoria had no choice to be docked by a wintry island given the exhaustion of supplies. you couldn't sleep because of the weather and the warmth of your skimpy blanket and sheer sheets were not enough to keep you warm.

the clock had already struck midnight and you felt restless. so you pulled yourself up from your bunk and dawdled at the kitchen, shivering. you intend to make yourself something hot, maybe reheat some soup or make tea.

stirring up some leftover soup from dinner on the stove, the heat of the forming smoke soothed you. you felt a rush of weariness in your system at the contact of warmth; you really are sleepy, it's just too cold. so it led to you almost falling asleep standing. if it weren't for kidd turning off the stove as his arm snaked beside you.

"is it that cold you'd wanna burn yourself?" kidd cleared his throat, reaching for a bowl from the cupboard above your head and placing it by the counter beside the stove. "it's done. if you plan on not burning the damn soup that is."

"sorry. why are you still awake?" you rubbed your eyes, pouring the soup on the bowl.

"could ask ya the same thing," he replied. kidd was garbed with his thick fur coat blanketing his huge frame. "smelled somethin' good 's why."

"i'm... it's too cold. i assumed this'll warm me up." you carried your bowl and sat by the chair surrounding the dining table. kidd was heating up a drink, probably some milk.

you started sipping on the soup before kidd stood beside the seat across from you, chugging on some milk. "that ain't enough to keep you warm."

"either i sleep somewhere warmer or eat something warm to keep myself from freezing to death. got no choice here, captain." you shrugged as you continue to fill your system with the warm soup.

"that ain't gonna cut it. don't want my crew members gettin' sick or some shit." he placed his empty glass down and leaned forward.

"what do you suggest me do then?" you answered a bit harshly this time, the weariness was driving you crazy and irritated.

"sleep with me. got a fireplace." he eyed you intently, his gaze inviting you into something that drove you even crazier than the momentary slips of his coat where his chiseled torso peaks.

"w-what?"

"you heard me. unless you wanna freeze your ass up, be my guest." he picked up his glass and placed it in the sink. "no time gettin' shy now. hurry up before i change my mind."

as the only shot of getting a shred of comfort, you took upon his offer after finishing your soup.

it isn't your first time being in his quarters, he invites you here all the time. to drink or do whatever you two do.

it smelled like the same metallic cologne he always wear, it was his usual dimly lit room painted in his favorites of red and black, his sizable bed was placed by the center of his room where his gargantuan frame would be perfect for, and the already lit fireplace that settled by the corner of his room.

you hummed a moan of relief upon entering, it already feels warm and its scent was comforting. the crackling of the fire can be heard even from the doorway. you sat before the fireplace, on his soft, raven bear rug. you hugged your knees and rubbed your hands haphazardly. shivering from the cold outside.

"the hell are you doing down there? bed's got a lotta space. " kidd shimmied from the middle to the side of the bed to make space for you. his fur coat was finally off and his body was full on display.

you looked behind you with cautious eyes. "if you try anything, eustass. i swear to god." you picked yourself up from the floor and dusted off your bottom.

"hey, i ain't the one needin' the damn fire." he raised his hands in surrender. "let's just wait and see who'll snuggle up for warmth as the night gets colder." his voice was coated with a cocky tone as your bodies finally touch.

he was really warm. aside from the fire in his room, his body temperature due to his large size was significantly higher than yours. he was the perfect, huggable body warmer.

little by little, your arms linked and your legs intertwined. it didn't take long for you to get tangled on his limbs and approach slumber.

until the door cracked ajar to reveal killer, who was embarrassed to have walked in. he raised his hands in defense and cleared his throat.

"sorry, didn't mean to barge in you two. just checking on you, kidd." killer started, trying to maintain a professional front even in your sleepy state. "it's awfully cold so... but it seems you're holding up well."

"what took ya so long, kil? been waitin' since an hour ago." kidd let go of you gently to face his best friend and to be able to talk clearly with him, a little to gentle for a pirate such as himself. you weren't used to it, not that you didn't like it.

"got ready for bed. dry off my hair and such." you could hear the chuckle behind the muffle of his helmet despite your back facing him. "y'all got room for one more or am i interrupting?"

"don't think shortcake over here has protests. matter of fact, they could use another source of warmth. poor thing's been shiverin', ain't ya?" his voice was soft against your skin, breath warm on your arm. kidd's loose arm held onto you closer but not firm enough to jolt you awake. he looked over his shoulder ar your sleepy state, admiring how peaceful you look as you drift off to sleep.

the door shut behind killer and he shortly crawled into kidd's bed. surprisingly enough, it fit these two big guys and even you in it just fine. there's even more space left.

as they cocooned you in between, snores started emanating from your slightly ajar lips. it wasn't long until you were deep in sleep and they started becoming drowsy too.

maybe it was the smell of your hair or the sight of your face. or the needy grip on their strong arms as you refuse to let go of them even in your sleep that helped them rest in this cold night. their guard was completely down and they relish on the warmth of one another.

shortly after, morning came.

"guys...! kil...! kidd...! i need to pee." you tried wiggling out of their strong grip, but their echoing snores were proof enough that they won't budge.

but killer was the first one to wake up and hear your protests. he moved over and even helped you escape kidd's grip who was still deep in sleep.

killer waited for you by sitting at the edge of the bed so you can crawl back without any struggle. he had his eyes shut and his luscious, blond hair disheveled. a clear sign of his sound slumber yet he still managed to sit up and wait for you so you won't have a hard time.

"thanks, kil. would've peed myself on the bed if it weren't for you." you laughed a little, nudging the blond. he waved his hand a bit and smiled at you as a response, although his eyes were half-lidded so you decided to hurry up and crawl back to where you were so you two could go back to sleep. it's still pretty early.

kidd was now in a starfish position, you ought to lay on his arm and snuggle close to him to make space for killer who later had a firm embrace on you.

"did you sleep well?" killer broke out, his low, hoarse voice tickling your ear.

you nodded and smiled, "i hope i wasn't much of a bother here."

"ah don't say that. it's not everyday you get to have cuddles like this." killer responded with a chuckle, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin.

"yeah, maybe we can change that. let's make it an everyday thing, hm?" you looked over to see killer's expression and giggled at how he blushed and hid his face under his hair.

and a comfortable silence blanketed the air of kidd's quarters. but for now, the three of you slept soundly in the four corners of this dimly lit room. the fire was already long dead, but the embers of the unsaid longings still remain strong amidst the warmth of your arms.

hello anon!! 🌷thanks for the kid & killer request i'm starting to enjoy writing for poly now whahahaha hope i did your request justice!

that was a long ass absence again huh ASJDAHDHDASJ very sorry a lot happened,a lot of personal stuff just came crashing in (ahem graduation ahem college next) and just when you thought it could get any worse i got fucking sick!! ain't that fun! but i'm recovering now and i hope it doesn't get worse

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[dazlyndiariess]

❝𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀❞

❝synopsis❞ ‣ Deciding to try the local cafè in town, Nanami Kento soon finds himself amused by one of the rather cute baristas!

・❥・PAIRING(S) › Nanami Kento x GN ! Reader

・❥・GENRE(S) › Fluff, Love at first sight (sorta), Comedy, Romance.

・❥・WARNING(S) › 250 yen = £1.25 / $1.60, The ending was a bit rushed, I just wanted to get my first fanfic out ^_^

・❥・POST DATE › 03 / 06 / 24

❝featuring❞ ‣ N/A . . .

A waft of freshly brewed coffee and frosted pink cakes lingered in the cold chill in the cafè while diverse chatter reached the pinks of everybody's ears. Behind the counter, you hastily poured the last of the scorching brown liquid into a white mug, ready to be placed onto the plastic tray and delivered by another barista to the customer's table.

DING!

The sound of the door caused your head to perk up, diverting your focus from the mug and towards the man a few feet away from you. Through your smokey vision, you were luckily able to see waves of blonde hair slowly creeping towards the cream coloured front counter - directly where you stood.

Up close, you could now see that the man wore a horribly formal attire decorated with... probably the ugliest tie you've ever laid your eyes upon! It seemed almost impossible to even comprehend and tear your eyes away from it.

"Hello." The blonde huffed, clearly already exhausted despite it still being so early in the morning. His muffled words caused you to snap back into reality and break your long-term gaze away from his awful tie choice.

"Oh! I'm so sorry." You apologised meekly, finally placing the mug you held down on the tray; quickly ringing the counter bell to signal its completion. The man hummed in acknowledgement, his eyes casted upon the giant screens at the top displaying the all-day menus.

Brushing over his rather arrogant demeanour, you quickly chirped back, "Good morning! What can I get for you today?"

Although it seemed to take a moment, he placed his dark chocolate eyes on you. His chiselled face remained stoic with no sign of a smile in last week. However, when you finally got the study on his face, you came to realise how handsome this man seemed to be. His blonde locks pushed back to display his defined face, a sharp jaw and equally sharp dark eyes. He was certainly an attractive man.

"I'll just take a regular coffee, please."

"Of course! What name will I be putting on the cup, sir?" Already assuming he would be taking his beverage away based on his formal clothing, you offered him a gentle smile.

"Nanami."

"Nanami..." You muttered whille your hand scribbled his name down on the recycled cup in messy black ink. "That's a nice name."

"Hm? Oh, thank you." Nanami offered a small smile at your compliment. However, sadly, your back was already turned before you could see.

'A regular, boring coffee for a regular, boring looking type of guy.' You thought to yourself as you smacked the side of the silver machine, forcing its blood curling screams while hot coffee splashed into the cup.

Left to ponder on your new, blonde customer (now known as Nanami), Nanami's eyes guided around the cafè room. Seemingly going for a traditional, stereotypical cafè look, Nanami saw dozens upon dozens of corny, coffee related puns pinned up along the beige painted walls, some so bad even Nanami himself grimaced at them!

A light giggle brought Nanami's focus back to you, your nose slightly scrunched in joy at his disgusted state.

"I know, right? Boss refuses to let me replace them despite no one finding them remotely funny." Your words caused a light chuckle to slip from Nanami's lips. "Oh, and here's your coffee, sir! That'll be..." You fingers jabbed the cash register, holding his coffee cup in the free hand. "250 yen!"

With a coffee cup now outstretched towards him, Nanami flipped open his wallet and placed a few coins on the counter before accepting the cup from your hand. The second his hand gingerly brushed against your knuckles, you felt heat rise to the tips of your ears. 'His hands were incredibly warm and soft despite how rough they looked.'

"Thank you." Nanami nodded his head gratitude, "Have a nice day, Miss."

"Ah! You too, Mr. Nanami!" You grinned, waving a hand goodbye with such an excited look on your face.

Pushing the glass door open wide, Nanami stepped outside into the chilly winter air, coffee cup now in hand, and a stupid smile on his face. Mood now slightly perked up; Nanami slowly made his way towards his boring office job, ready to slave behind a desk all day. However, noticing the black ink that was smeared across his hand, Nanami quickly held his cup in the opposite hand and inspected the black smudges more... a number, or more specifically... a phone number! Nanami chuckled before letting his eyes scan the scrawny writing as violent casts of wind blow through his hair.

"Msg me :)" — Y/N.

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Hello dearest author, i would like to request if they are still open something where Theodore is just relaxing with gf!reader. Like it’s a nice summer afternoon, the wind is blowing wonderfully and suddenly gf!reader says something romantic or just “I love you” in Italian shocking Theodore as he was sure she couldn’t even pronounce his native language right months before dating

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TI AMO ; theodore nott

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

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IT WAS A PERFECT SUMMER AFTERNOON, THE KIND THAT SEEMED TO STRETCH LAZILY ACROSS THE HOURS WITH A GOLDEN HUE. The sky was a brilliant blue, untouched by even the hint of a cloud, and the gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. You and Theo had found a secluded spot under a large oak tree on the edge of the Hogwarts grounds, its expansive branches providing a cool, dappled shade. Summer break was right behind the corner.

Theodore lay sprawled out on the blanket you’d brought, one arm tucked behind his head and the other loosely draped over his stomach. His eyes were closed, a soft smile playing on his lips as he soaked in the atmosphere of the moment. The rustling leaves above created a soothing symphony, a natural lullaby that complemented the soft sound of distant laughter and the occasional chirping of birds.

You were sitting next to him, having his head resting in your lap, your eyes tracing the lines of his relaxed form. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across his face. He looked so peaceful, so content, that you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with love and admiration upon the sight of your boy. The months you had spent together had been a picture of sweetness and joy, and every moment had only deepened your feelings for him.

As you watched him, a sudden thought struck your mind. You had been practicing something special, something that you hoped would surprise him in a good way. Taking a deep breath, you leaned closer, your voice barely a whisper as you spoke the words you had practiced over and over.

"Ti amo,” the Italian syllables rolled off your tongue with surprising ease. You had been so nervous about getting it right, but the words felt natural, infused with all the love you felt for him.

Theo’s eyes snapped open, a mixture of surprise and delight flashing across his face. He lifted his head a bit to look at you, his blue eyes wide and sparkling with emotion. For a moment, he simply stared, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he had just heard.

"Did you just . . . ?" he began, his voice trailing off as a grin spread across his face. "You speak Italian now?"

You laughed softly, feeling a rush of warmth at his reaction. "I’ve been practicing," you admitted, your cheeks flushing slightly. "I wanted to surprise you."

Theo’s smile widened, his eyes softening with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. He reached out, gently cupping your cheek with his hand. The touch was warm and reassuring, grounding you in the moment.

"You did surprise me," he said in a low tone of his voice. "And you pronounced it perfectly. When we first started dating, I didn’t think you could even manage ‘ciao’ without stumbling."

You chuckled at his teasing remark, remembering the early days of your relationship when you had struggled with even the simplest Italian phrases. "I had a good reason to learn," you replied, your voice softening as you looked into his eyes. "I wanted to be able to tell you how much I love you in your native language."

Theo’s expression grew even more tender, his thumb brushing lightly against the apple of your cheek. "You have no idea how much that means to me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ti amo, too."

The words, spoken in his deep, gentle voice, sent a shiver down your spine. He always managed to make you fall for him even more. You leaned in, closing the distance between you, and pressed your lips to his in a gentle, lingering kiss.

The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your little haven under the oak tree. The warmth of the sun, the rustling leaves, the distant sounds of summer — all of it became a backdrop to the profound sense of love and contentment that enveloped you both.

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Forever In Your Gaze

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Fem Reader

Part 1

Summary: This is a Night at the Museum AU. Gaz and Reader are both painting that are directly across from each other. They have been in love for many years now, and everything is amazing until the museum decides to redecorate; moving them away from one another.

I wrote a blurb about this already here!

Word Count: 2,050

Content: Established relationship, fluff, light angst

-

"This class is the painting of the Duke of Hersling, Kyle Garrick, though he was often referred to as Gaz to his close friends." The teacher says while pointing at a large, full body painting of man dressed in his finest. The most striking things about the painting is the sword on his hip, and the intense straight forward stare. "He was a swordsman and a scholar during his life." 

"How did he die?" One of the boys in the back of the group yells out. 

The teacher smiles at hearing a question and says, "He actually died in battle; this painting was done only months before his death in 1545. Any more questions?" Hearing none, the teacher directs them to the painting directly opposite of the Duke. "This painting here was actually done in 1545 by William Bahr. A very prestigious portrait painter in his time.” 

The painting showed a woman sitting in a field of flowers with a bright smile. The sun is shining bright behind her while she looks lovingly straight ahead. Upon looking at both paintings it is clear that they are at eye level with one another; staring into each other's eyes. 

A girl this time raises her hand, and once receiving a nod from the teacher she asks, “What about the woman in the painting? Who is she?” 

“She is an unknown figure, the painting was never picked up by its buyer, and no documents containing that information were ever found. She is assumed to be the daughter of a nobleman though.” 

"Do you think she and the duke knew each other?" Another girl asks, looking between the two paintings, "I think they'd make a cute couple!" 

The rest of the students laugh at those words, and once they’ve calmed down the teacher says, “It’s funny that you actually say that! When I worked here during college my coworkers and I would always refer to these two as the forever gazing lovers.” 

“Mr. Sanderson, I didn’t know you used to work here,” a student exclaims, “I couldn’t imagine working at a museum. Wasn’t that boring; staring at the same stuff everyday?” 

“You’d be surprised how wild a museum can get,” He gives a light chuckle to himself, and looks up nostalgically at the art around him. “My favorite part was working as a night guard. It turns into a whole different world here, but enough about that let’s continue to the next room.” 

-

It was later in the evening when everybody was in the lobby getting ready to board the bus did the teacher see his old mentor and friend walk through the doors. 

“John Price!” He proclaims with an extended hand out. 

“Gary Sanderson!” John calls back, and shakes his offered hand. “It’s good to see you here again, lad.”

“It feels as if I never left, sir. How is everyone around here doing?” 

Price looks at him knowingly, “Everyone’s been good, they miss you, but they’ve been good. You’ll have to come and visit sometime.” 

“I will, promise.” Gary looks to where his students are just as the bus pulls up before whispering, “tell everyone I miss them as well. I’ll call later and plan a visit with you later.” 

“You better keep your word with that. Ghost and Soap will go and hunt you down if you don’t.” 

Gary gives him a laugh and one last nod before rushing back to his class, and leading them outside to the bus. 

With that Price turns and continues further into the museum. Telling folks that they will be closing in just a bit, and getting everything ready for the night to begin. 

It’s only half an hour later when Price is locking the door. He knows things are going to be very active in here in just a couple hours so he takes this time to get some of his actual work done. He sits in the lobby behind the reception desk until the sun has fully gone down, and the moon is high in the sky. 

He knows that the magic is about to begin when the moonlight that shines through the doors starts to have a more unnatural silver glow to it. Price watches as the silver moon rays slowly morph into a ball. In a matter of seconds the glowing sphere has finished growing in size, and suddenly it darts forward. Leaving Price where he was sitting as it flies past him, and travels down all the halls inside the museum. 

As it passes a piece of art it’s clear that the art then, as if waking up from sleep, slowly comes to life. It quickly passes the gazing lovers' paintings; arising them from their slumber. 

-

When Kyle awakens for another night the first thing he sees is you; which is exactly how he wants to start every night for the rest of time. Life was perfect for him with you, and the only thing he wished for now was to someday feel your touch; even if it was only once. "How is it that everytime I wake up and see that you just appear more and more perfect?” 

“You don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” You giggle at his flirtatious words. He always makes sure to say words of endearment to you first thing upon waking up. 

“Well I would hope so! Otherwise what are these museum workers doing besides making sure my varnish is still in prime condition?” 

“Probably keeping the rest of the building from falling apart!” 

"I think Price is the one that does that." Kyle argues with mischief clear as day on his face.

"I'm gonna tell Laswell next time we see her that you said that." You say with a small chuckle before bringing your hand up to the invisible border keeping you inside the frame. 

Kyle watches as you bring your hand up, and does the same with his. This is the closest the two of you have come to holding hands with one another. Conversations from this point continue as normal for the two of you. Talking about whatever comes to your mind with one another. 

Occasionally talking with the other paintings around the room, or anyone that passes by. Farah, a statue of a queen who led her kingdom to victory in battle, and Alex, a wax figure of an American WW2 pilot, make sure to stop by and say hello. The two of them always stay for a few hours talking with you both before continuing on their way. 

It was only a few minutes after they left when Price walked into the room, a grim expression, coming to stand between the two of them.

“Price, everything alright?” Kyle asks with a worry in his voice.

"I'm afraid I've got some bad news for the two of you." Price runs a hand through his beard; he's clearly trying to already come up with a plan for whatever is wrong, "This area is getting a complete makeover tomorrow. You two would be very lucky to even be around each other come tomorrow night." 

Kyle immediately looks to you after hearing those words; he couldn't imagine being away from you. He's been facing you for years now, and Kyle is not in any way ready for that to change. "How do we fix this then?" He asks, directing his question towards Price. 

“I’m going to talk to Laswell tomorrow, but it’s Shepherd who is changing things around.” 

“Fucking Shepherd.” Kyle cursed the man to himself. That man was always making decisions about the museum that seemed to bring nothing but pain for everyone here. 

It was you who asked the next question, “Will she be able to go around him, and keep us together?"

"That's the goal. Shepherd isn't around very often, and even when he is he doesn't bother walking around the area. We'll try and switch a couple things around tomorrow night." Price huffed; he clearly didn't like what Shepherd was doing either. He was most likely going to be hearing a lot of complaints from the others in the area as well. "I've got others that I still need to inform, but trust me when I say you two will remain together." 

With that Price continues on his way leaving Kyle and you to dwell on the information he just told.

"Kyle I'm scared; what if they can't do anything, and we end up getting split up?" 

"I'll find you, love." Kyle is very serious as he says this to you, "This will not keep me from you. That I can promise." 

Kyle and you continue to discuss what this will mean for you both, and possible solutions to stay together. When the time comes to go to sleep again he finds a small amount of comfort looking into your eyes. For in your eyes that is where he finds peace. Kyle's last thoughts before the sun comes up is that he loves you. 

-

When Kyle finally realizes that he is awake once again it takes only a moment for him to know that it is not you that he sees. Instead he is in front of a painting of an older man with a dark background around him. 

Despite knowing that this would be his reality Kyle is still hit with the panic of not seeing you. He is quick to look around hoping that at the very least that you wouldn't be far, and could still talk to you right now. 

He bangs on the barrier, and calls out your name when he doesn't see you. Every time his fist hits the barrier a magical sheen ripples around where he made contact. Kyle does this for several moments even asking the others around him if they can see you.

Before he can continue once more yelling for you Soap appears seemingly out of nowhere in front of him. Following closing behind him is both Price and Ghost as well. Soap and Ghost are both bronze statues, who once the sun is up are two soldiers fighting one another in one of the Anglo-Scottish wars. It took Price a lot of effort to eventually get them on civil terms with one another. 

Which is why it’s almost surprising looking at where their relationship is now.

“Gaz!” Soap’s voice calls out. His friend brings his hand up to the canvas, placing his hand where his shoulder would be if they could touch. “Mate, you’ve got to calm down.” 

“Where is she? She was meant to still be in the area; she’s gone!” 

Price readily steps forward next to Soap, “She’s most likely been moved downstairs to storage. We’ll go and find out where she is, and carry her up once we do.”

Those words brought so much relief to him, but at the same time this situation was meant to be very different. “Why is she not here though? What did Laswell say about all this?” 

“Shepherd refused to let Laswell know anything that was happening. She’s trying to figure out what all he has planned, but some things may not be so easy to undo. All we can really do right now is wait.” Price calmly replies back to him. 

It’s Ghost who actually says the most comforting thing to him though, “Your girl has been moved, Gaz. She has not gone though you’ll see each other again, at most, in a few hours.”

The three give him a few more words of comfort before rushing out to find you. 

This time away from you has really made Kyle think about the first time he met you. It was just another night for him. He knew from Laswell that a new painting was going to be added, and would be placed opposite of him. Nothing could have prepared him for you though. 

The first time he woke up to see you had truly taken his breath away. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and once he had started talking to you his heart had been yours. 

With that in mind Kyle starts to push against the invisible barrier holding him inside the frame. He thinks of you as he pushes and pushes and pushes. Until suddenly, like a rubber band snapping, he's out.

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19.

“Ron!!! Fred, George! I need a set of hands to carry these dishes out to the dining table!”

The Burrow was especially crowded this Christmas holiday, but that didn’t stop everyone from putting up the biggest tree that could fit in the living room, and decorate it with as many ornaments it could hold up.

“Here Molly, let me.” Y/N walked up behind Mrs Weasley.

She cried out indignantly. “What are you doing up on your feet, no you go sit down! FREEEED!“

A 6-month pregnant Y/N merely chuckled and walked back out of the kitchen.

“Here, darling.” Remus said, pulling out her chair for her and grabbing her hand to help her sit down. “You want this?” He waved the pillow he had grabbed from the couch.

“No, I’m good, thanks love.”

Remus placed a gentle kiss atop her head before going to put back the pillow. 

Y/N felt something brush against her feet and let out a little yelp in surprise.

“Everything okay?!” Remus perked up from the other room, constantly on the alert for any small sound of discomfort Y/N may make.

“Sirius!” Y/N chuckled exasperatedly, as she saw a big black dog poke his head out from underneath the table. “Molly’s going to come after your ass for being in dog form where we eat…”

The dog smiled, bearing its teeth as it sat between Y/N’s legs, resting its head atop her belly. It closed his eyes and wagged its tail once he felt a kick underneath his chin.

“Baby recognizes you Siri…”

Y/N felt a hand brush her hair atop her shoulder and a kiss on her newly exposed neck.

“I’m all sweaty from getting up.” Y/N blushed.

“Don’t care.” Remus muttered in her ear.

She chuckled and Remus pulled out the chair beside her to sit down.

“Sirius!” He exclaimed, spotting the dog. 

Just then, they heard Molly’s footsteps approach and Sirius flew out from under the table, scuttering towards the steps.

“Whoa!” Harry said, nearly tripping over him as he came down from Ron’s room. Sirius jumped up on his godson, letting him pat his head before walking away and transforming back to human form.

Ron, Harry and Hermione walked in the kitchen and helped Molly transport dishes onto the dining table.

“I’ll keep the spicy stuff away from you, Y/N?” Harry said, pointing to his dish.

“Thanks, Harry.” Y/N nodded. She was in a point in her pregnancy where the slightest bit of spice would keep her up all night with heartburn.

Hermione hurriedly put her dish down and rushed to the empty chair on Y/N’s other side.

“This seat taken, Professor Y/L/N?”

Y/N giggled. “I’m not your teacher anymore, Hermione, you can call me Y/N.”

“Oh, right.” Hermione blushed.

Y/N pulled the seat out and invited her former student to sit. “How have you been, honey? You need to tell me everything about your semester.”

Hermione sat down gratefully and smiled as she took a deep breath, as that was precisely what she was hoping to do.

The table filled up as the rest of the Weasleys joined and they all ate their way slowly through many delicious courses prepared by Molly.

Y/N heaved a big sigh and brought her hand to her stomach. Remus glanced at her and gave her a look.

You wanna go? His eyes said.

Y/N nodded. Remus winked at her reassuringly and set his fork and knife down.

“Excuse us folks, dove here needs a little break.” Remus announced. Y/N smiled gratefully at him.

“I’m sorry, Molly, it was all so delicious, I think I’ve gotten too much of a good thing even—“

“Oh dearest, of course, do you need help getting upstairs?”

“No, no! Please, stay, finish your dinner.” Y/N exclaimed.

Both Molly and Arthur had gotten up to offer help, as well as Sirius and the twins, but the couple shooed them and beckoned them to take back their seats. 

“No worries everyone, daddy’s got this all in the bag.” Remus chuckled, helping Y/N up.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly at how casual Remus was and Sirius coughed into his glass of wine, muttering something similar to “get a room”.

Remus helped Y/N up the stairs and quickly walked to the bed to prop up the pillows in the way she liked.

“Here we are, love.” He said, taking her arm and helping her get on. “There we go.”

He summoned the garbage can from across the room with a wave of his hand. “I’ll leave this close-by, just in case yeah?”

Y/N nodded, breathing deeply as she clutched her chest. “Thanks. I ate too much.”

“That’s alright.” Remus whispered, taking a seat on the bed beside her and pressing the back of his hand on her forehead just to make sure she wasn’t actually sick.

There was a knock on the door, and Harry walked in.

“Er, sorry to interrupt. I brought a cup of ginger tea, if that may help with your nausea.”

Y/N grinned, “Aw, thank you Harry.”

She patted his arm as he set the mug on her bedside table. “Rem, go back down, I’ll be fine here.”

“You sure?” Remus looked at her sincerely.

“Yeah, yeah, c’mon. Go with Harry.”

“Okay…” He said, placing a kiss atop of her head. “Call if you need anything.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She smiled. She waved her wand to summon her book, and to close the door behind them as they exited.

Back downstairs at the dining table, Remus was wolfing down the rest of his plate.

“Blimey, are you eating for two as well, mate?” George jested.

Remus chuckled through a mouthful and said once he swallowed, “No, I just wanna get back to Y/N as quickly as possible.”

+

Y/N stirred in her sleep, eyes fluttering open as consciousness took over her. She was crying.

Remus felt her move in his arms and slowly awoke as well, peeking one eye open. Y/N whimpered slightly, pouting.

“My love…” He whispered, reaching over and brushing his thumb over her tears. “Why are you crying?!”

“Just had a dream that we were all together again.”

Remus’ face fell slightly. He pulled her to him and cradled her head. “We all will be. Soon, I promise.”

Y/N sniffled.

“And if that dream is accurate, I’m gonna be nauseous around 6 months. And have acid reflux.”

Remus chuckled.

“It’s not funny!” She said, lifting off him and punching him.

“I know, I know!” Remus said, beckoning her to come back to him. “Your body is going through the most magical thing there is in the world. I cannot believe how amazing you are. It’ll get hard, but I promise you with everything that I am that I will be here for you. You won’t have to lift a finger.”

Y/N smiled into his arm. 

“Wanna reread Sirius’ latest?”

Y/N nodded. Remus leaned over the bedside table with a languid stretch.

The letter read;

Dear Remus and Y/N,

How’s little cub doing? And mum and dad of course. ;) 

I’m more North now. Weather’s a bitch, but we found the sweetest empty inn to stay in here. Buckbeak’s been happy with it too.

Don’t forget Harry’s birthday is the 31st of this month. I’ve found a pretty lowkey bakery here, I’m gonna try to send him a cake. Poor fellow, it’ll have been weeks he’s stuck with his aunt and uncle. He writes that he’ll be going to the World Cup though with the Weasleys. Lucky fuck.

That’s all that’s new with me. Let me know how you two are doing. I miss you both, my old friends.

Padfoot

+

Later on in the day, Remus and Y/N had gotten themselves to work. The plan was initially to bake Harry a cake for his birthday and mail it to him, but the list quickly expanded to an array of sandwiches, pastries and assorted snacks they knew he liked.

“Am I doing this right, love?” Remus said, bent over the stove as he watched over a pot of cream.

“Mhm hmm”, Y/N said, giving her wand a twirl and the heat under the pot lowered itself a notch. “Just don’t burn it.”

Once the cream had come to a boil, Remus took it within his hands, bouncing slightly as the oven mitts he had on were not robust enough to block all the heat.

Y/N snickered from her seat. “You know you’re a wizard right? You can levitate the goddamn bowl.”

“Yes, but then we’d never have an occasion to wear these.” Remus said, lifting both hands and showing the oven mitts that had small embroidered kittens on them.

“Wait, wait, stay like that.” Y/N got up quickly, running to the room and grabbing the camera to snap a picture of him like that. “Lovely.” She smiled to herself as the picture printed upon the magical film.

“Right, so ganache done, muffins are in the basket already, sausage rolls—“

Remus looked over at the table where they had prepared 9 sausage rolls only to find 2 and half missing.

Y/N swallowed and grinned at him innocently. “I think that stray dog from down the street came in… Besides, he will do fine with 6. Half a dozen, it has a good ring to them.” She muttered sheepishly, packaging them all.

“Gimme a kiss.” Remus said, walking over to her.

“Aw,” Y/N simpered as Remus grabbed both her cheeks, lowering his face down onto hers.

“Your breath is full of sausage roll, you cheeky liar!” Remus pulled away in triumph.

“The baby wants them!!!” Y/N pouted, folding her arms over her chest.

Remus chuckled, leaning down to properly plant a kiss on her.

“Rem..?” Y/N mumbled shyly.

“Yes pup?” He said, pressing his ear against her lips.

“The baby wants caramel ice cream too…”

+

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday! We hope you have an amazing one, although we know you might not be exactly where you want to be. We’ve read your hungry letters and hope you’ll appreciate what this owl can carry from our kitchen; we’ve tried to make all your favourites. 

Sirius tells us you will be going to watch the World Cup with the Weasleys soon! How amazing! Have the best time. I’m quite jealous, if I wasn’t on maternity leave I would have definitely picked up a shift with the Obliviator squad to try to sneak in for free.

We are doing well. Keep writing us and keeping us updated with how you’re doing.

We love you,

Y/N and Remus

Hi Harry, this is Remus as you can probably tell by the handwriting change. Just want to tell you I made 9 sausage rolls but Y/N is the reason you are only getting 6.

I’M PREGNANT! -Y/N

+

Remus’ dreams were weird that night. At first, they were of 4 boys aboard what seemed like the Hogwarts Express, absolutely wreaking havoc upon their compartment.

“Padfoot, catch!” James yelled, throwing a handful of jelly beans at Sirius’ face.

“You bastard, throw me ONE at a time!” The long-haired boy bellowed, jumping upon his friend.  

“Sit the fuck down!” Remus said through his tears of laughter. 

“Right, he’s a Prefect now,” Sirius said, straightening up mockingly. “Here Moons, there’s a flavour you’d like by the way.”

He tossed him a red jelly bean, which Remus ate and winced at the flavour.

“Raw steak!” Sirius howled with laughter, slapping his knee in delight at his own joke.

James patted him on the back, “That’s ROUGH mate, here have a square of this,” and he handed his friend a brick of chocolate.

Suddenly, the scene changed and Remus found himself alone in the compartment. And it was dark, and rainy outside. And extremely cold. He was taller. The case in front of him now had “Professor R. J. Lupin” stamped on it in peeling letters. It was freezing, and he felt himself begin shivering until…

The compartment door burst open and in came Ron, Hermione and Harry.

“Pretty good stash this year!” Ron said happily, splaying out the mass of sweets they had just bought from the trolley.

Harry took a seat beside Lupin and grinned up at him. Hermione sat down across from him and picked up his annotated textbook.

The compartment was warm and now full of yellow light. It shined from the door and Remus got up to close it, when suddenly he found himself walking into his own kitchen.

Y/N turned in her seat, and smiled at him. “Tea?” She said. She poured him a cup with one hand while the other caressed her very protuberating pregnant belly.

Remus looked behind him confusedly. The train was now small and pulling away. He looked back at the kitchen table.

“Thanks love,” he said, and he took a seat.

+

Remus woke with a stir and half expected to already be in the kitchen. But no, he was tucked safely in bed, and to his left, was Y/N sound asleep, snoring slightly.

He glanced at her belly under the covers, and it was nowhere as big as it was in the dream. Yet.

Slumping back down on his pillow, he turned to the side and laid a hand on Y/N’s stomach tenderly. And he blissfully fell back asleep.

#charmed #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #professor lupin x reader #prisoner of azkaban

[z-grist]

In all sincerity, I really really hope we don't get news about splatoon 4 any time soon -

my biggest pet peave with splatoon 3 was that it felt so rushed - without rambling - I love the concepts of the game but I've always found the execution lukewarm or even a bit mediocre - and for a company like nintendo and its employees I just expect better quality from them.

I need them to go to the back and just cook. I don't want to hear a thing about splatoon 4 until many years later down the line - even if it takes them 4, 5, 6, 7 or even 9 years to make it idc I'll wait lol. I'm not gonna spend 70$ (im assuming that will probably be the price) on a game that isn't good at this point

anyways I don't want to sound dismissive of the effort put into these games - but I do love splatoon a whole lot and I just want it to deliver better content that's all 🤷‍♂️

#mine #so tired of hearing people demand a new game so early on like please shut the fuck up learn som patience do something else lol

[auteurdelabre]

Summertime wuth Joel as DBF!?!?! Yes please two of my absolute favorite things. Which I guess isn't an ask just a "yessssss" that you have that in your brain!

I'm so glad its a yesssssssssssssss. I wish I could stop writing Joel Miller, I really do, but the muses deny this request at every turn . . . So here's a snippet:

The sun bleached boards creak under your feet as you walk to the edge of the deck, eyes scanning the fairly calm waterfront. In the light of day you can really see how gorgeous a location this is. 

A thirty second walk to touch the waves, a private dock with a kayak perched on the end of it. It's fairly idyllic, and quiet this time of morning. The nearest home is quite a bit away, separated by greenery and trees. You guess that the beach is public property for everyone. 

You consider walking down to the dock when movement in the water stops you. 

Broad shoulders and golden arms slice through the water ahead of you. The figure moves fluidly, so quickly he could be propelled. You can't help but be transfixed as the man moves, his back muscles rippling beautifully as he nears the shore. He stands when it's shallow enough to do so and wades towards the shoreline.

His biceps swell as he pushes the wet curls from his face and you feel your breath leave you. 

It's Joel Miller. 

He's clad in only a pair of swim trunks that cling obscenely against his body. Water beads and drips down him, his hair pushed back and curling at the ears. 

You feel a familiar tug below your navel and are embarrassed to realize that your thighs are pressed tightly together as you devour him with your gaze. 

Broad shoulders, trim waist, arms that curl into deliciously perfect biceps. The kind of hands that would-

Enough of that! He's almost fifty. 

He's your dad's college friend.

What the fuck are you thinking?

You watch as he leans over to grab his towel from where it lays in a heap on the dock and hold in a sigh when the damp swim shorts strain over his muscled thighs in the process.  

"I need to get laid," you murmur. 

"You sure fuckin' do."

You spin around to see Dylan leaning against the counter watching you with a knowing smirk. He's wearing his pyjamas and has a serious case of bed-head. He gives an amused chuckle at your reddening face.

"You gonna hit up the retirement home next time you feel like a good fu-"

He runs back inside and ducks as you rush after him, grabbing a pillow from the couch and throwing it at his head.

I blame this exact moment in the series for stirring this entire story up in my pervy lil brain:

Why does he look so good wet?

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller #pedro pascal #dad joel miller #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #wip game

[itstimetojellyfish]

I’ll hold you if no one will . ( Dan Heng x reader)

This is another post! Critical advice is welcomed! And it’s sorta long!

It’s…. Been a long day ….. from fighting Mara- struck to dealing with entitled people trying to gas light you into doing something you don’t want to . Nevertheless, you still help people .

It’s a good way to forget . All the memories of the past , essentially, everything . You don’t want to remember. You’d rather feel safe and warm instead of reminiscing the times where the so-called friends you had left you for dead .

So , you keep to yourself and never reveal a single thing about your past , it was a defense mechanism to you . Also , to further ensure you never have to look back on the past , you read books , taking in tons of information, hoping you’ll finally forget every single thing.

It doesn’t work , but it helps you stall time and helps you get lost in an imaginary world where no one would judge you .

Now don’t get it wrong , you love the astral express and its inhabitants, including the fluffy , bunny-like conductor ! But

This is sensitive information that’s really hard to open up to people . So , you stay away and hide who you used to be underneath a bubbly and happy mask .

Because of how often you read , you find yourself in the archives half of the time , Dan Heng , the guard of the astral express, lives there , and dutifully writes down information.

On multiple occasions you interact with him , though most of the time he just listens to you and occasionally hums an acknowledgment.

Soon enough , you’ve formed a bond and he allows you to barge into the archives whenever you like .

Today was not your day . From people trying to guilt trip you to having the people of the past haunt your mind as you constantly try to forget .

At night , the nightmares come . Haunting laughs and shill screams echo in your mind as you toss and turn , trying to get the noise out of your mind .

However , the effort you put in is fruitless. So you tumble out of bed , put on some casual clothes and head out of your room to the archives at 10 pm .

When you open the door , Dan Heng isn’t there , he’s probably just collecting data then . So you plop yourself down in a corner and curl up in a ball .

You take some books from the shelf and start to read , but the voices progressively get worse and soon enough it was too much to handle .

Everything seems to hate you at this point . Fat droplets drip down your cheeks as you start to cry . Why was everyone out for your blood right now?….

In midst of your crying , the door creaked open and you came face to face with Dan Heng . Your eyes widen as you scramble to compose yourself and wipe away your tears . You stare at each other for a while , but then Dan Heng breaks the silence .

Starring at your disheveled state , he asks in a gentle tone. “ Are …. You okay?…. You seem sleep deprived and you look like you were crying earlier….”

You look down and sniff . “ I’m sorry for disturbing you….”

He stares at you for a bit before kneeling down to your height and asking you ,” Did you have a nightmare?”

You look up at him before nodding sheepishly. “ it’s fine though!”

Before you could argue about your feelings any longer he gathers you into his arms and starts to cradle you as if your porcelain.

This triggers something on you as more painful memories rush back full force . Tears fall down your face , how long has it been since someone held you like this? Actually, how long has it been since someone affectionately touched you?…

As you begin to sob , Dan Heng gently rubs your back and continues to shush you , calming you down and letting your emotions out , he doesn’t pet about what troubles you , only lets you know he’s there for you as he hold you close to him .

You let out all your emotions and thought and everything about you and how your friends didn’t feel like friends when they left you for dead and used you as a meat shield .

You didn’t notice it in midst of your crying but as more and more information tumbled out of your mouth , his expression got darker and darker , with his teal eyes glowing softy.

Soon enough , your tear ducts are dry and you begin to tire out . You curl into him , and he lets you , cradling your figure even tighter . You making a mental note to thank him when you wake .

When you’re fast asleep , a tail curls around your waist and the fluffy end gently caresses your face , careful not to wake you up . Dan Heng gently presses his forehead against yours , nuzzling you as his more draconic instincts show .

“….. I won’t let anyone hurt you again, you’ll be safe in my arms and if anyone does try to harm you . They won’t see daylight again .“ He whispers to you , gently rocking you back and forth .

Nobody will hurt you . He vows his life upon it .

#Dan Heng x reader #honkai star rail #dan heng x you #dan heng il #imbibitor lunae #reader is sleep deprived #Nightmares #Reading is a way to forget things #Dan Heng has a soft spot #Fluff #mild angst #its gonna be okay #Reader is not trailblazer #Angst #fluff #Mildly Yandere

[klovzk4]

Confession

A/N: This is a rushed blurb of nervous Carl confessing to you :3 lmk if i missed anything !

Carl grimes x reader, fluff, kissing, reader is really oblivious 😭

“Aaanndd whats this?” you asked “Cow!” Judith replied “and what does the cow say?” “Mooooo!!” You both said in unison, Olivia looked at you both like you were crazy while trying to hold her laughter in. “Yes, good! aaannd what does the sheep say?” you said, before getting interrupted by the door opening and a certain long haired boy walked in.

“Uhm y/n, can i uh speak to you?” he said nervously, avoiding eye contact. “yeah sure, Judith you be good with Olivia while i go talk to your brother, okay?” you said, getting up and giving the children’s book to Olivia and ruffling Judiths hair for a second. “I will!” she replied as you walked over to Carl. “Can we talk somewhere else?” he said. Looking at him suspiciously you agreed and walked up the stairs behind him all the way up to his room, closing the door behind you.

You crossed your arms across your chest looking at Carl. He was fidgeting with his fingers and avoiding eye contact, what was up with him? “Is everything okay? you’re acting really weird…” you said, walking a bit closer to him “Yeah i just uhm…” he looked up at you, his cheeks flushed pink. “Theres something i have to tell you that’s been on my mind for a while. I- i wasn’t really sure at first if i should even tell you but its been bothering me way to much and i feel like you deserve the truth..” he replied, stuttering a bit “Carl, you’re scaring me. Did something happen?” you said, concerned if something bad had happened to him or someone else. “no its- its not bad.. at least i don’t think so?” he was sounding so unsure of himself “okay well you know you can tell me anything, I’m always here for you” you said, trying to comfort him from whatever had him so nervous, only this seemed to make him even more flustered. “Yeah..i-i like you.” he said, avoiding eye contact “what do you mean?” you said, painfully oblivious to what he meant. “no like- I love you, y/n, i always have. I didn’t wanna tell you at first because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship..i didn’t know if you’d like me back and-“ before he could continue his rambling you shut him up by giving him a soft peck. “I love you too, Carl” you said, holding his cheeks in your hands while looking up at him with pink cheeks. “really?” he said, not sure if he’d heard you right or if he’s just imagining things “Yeah, I love you, Carl. I always have” he smiled at you softly before pulling you in for a kiss, which you gladly accepted.

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #confession #fluff #carl grimes fluff #the walking dead #twd carl

[itsxroxannex]

Impress the King?

Daddymare belongs to Jokublog

#nightmare sans #dreamtale #bad sanses #utmv #sans #undertale #he wants to see if ur useful #This was a bit rushed so its not that good

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

The ''Are you trying to romance me?'' meme but with Barnaby and Howdy

i belted this out in like a half hour flat <3 bc Yes

#AH FUCK I FORGOT TO PUT SOMETHING ON HOWDY'S TAG #listen listen this was done in a bit of a rush!!! i wasnt paying much attention!!! #i was thinking about what to have for lunch which is always a Very distracting topic #anyway thank you for introducing me to this meme it fits them So Well i think #like in my mind barnaby could do literally anything and howdy is off to the side all 'god... hes so attractive.... i need him' #scribble salad #rambles from the bog #laughingstock #barnaby x howdy #howdy x barnaby #thinking about them alwayyyyssssss #theyre so damn GOOD together what the Fuck is it about them!!! #i know i say this every time but agh! AGH!! #wait... no wait yeah i Do know what it is about them. ive Realized. #AGH THEYRE SO GOOOOODDDDDDDD #the boyfriends the husbands the Fluffy Fruity Pals <3 #alright time for lunch and then its back to packing & the five hour shrek video essay #unless im consumed by the laughingstock thoughts that are fighting to take over my mind again #i need to draw wormie