#heS SO SEXY THE FACT THAT HES NOT KISSING ME AND SHAGGING ME AT THE SAME TIME

[emeraldbabygirl]

NO STOP IM LITERALLY SCREAMING SO LOUD IN THE INSIDE AND CRYING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCKIN FUCK ME FUCK

He did the Rover challenge and lord have so many bikes and pogo sticks I AM CALLING THE LORD JESUS RN ON THIS DAY FRIDAY MARCH 24TH AT 1:20 IN THE AM

#IM SCREAMING #AND HES NOT HOLDING MY HAND RN #AND HES NOT MY BOFRIEND RN #ITS NOT FAIR #SEUNGHOON COME HERE NOW 😡💍 #🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #god he gave me brain mush for a solid hour #heS SO SEXY THE FACT THAT HES NOT KISSING ME AND SHAGGING ME AT THE SAME TIME #SHIN DADDY SEUNGHOON PLEASE DISPLACE MY CERVIX AND REALIGN MY SPINE 🥺🥺🥺 #noir #seunghoon #shin seunghoon #noir seunghoon

[lovelytsunoda]

naughty list // oscar piastri

summary: oscar's bored, horny and hopelessly smitten with his lover. but if he keep this up, he's going to land them both on santa's naughty list this year.

pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

prompt: "let's both be naughty and save santa the trip."

warnings: soft smut, praise overload, christmas lingerie, oscar is a big simp, sex on a shag carpet, oscar 'if she's not enjoying herself, neither am i' piastri,

author's note: am i incapable of writing anything wholesome about this man? possibly.

oscar piastri was head over heels for his girlfriend.

perhaps that's how he got himself into this situation, on the couch by the fire on a cold london winter, christmas tree lit up behind the couch, tennis on the tv. fresh gingerbread cookies sat on the island, filling the ground-floor apartment with their familiar and warm scent.

y/n had slipped away just moments before, kissing his forehead and promising a surprise, her nervous giggle punctuating the end of the sentence as she slipped away to the bedroom.

a nervous giggle that made him wonder, if, perhaps, the surprise was a little on the naughtier side. his lover wasn't one for wild bedroom escapades, but the fact that she might have been trying to spice it up a little for him?

it drove him fucking wild. worried him slightly, yes, because he didn't want her to push herself too far out of her comfort zone if she wasn't ready, but excited him nonetheless.

meanwhile, in the bedroom, she was nitpicking everything, standing anxiously in front of the mirror as she twirled her hair. the red set stood out against her skin, and while the corset was almost no different than many of the shirts that she wore, she wasn’t sure how to feel about the lacy panties, leaving so much skin exposed.

she’d never been a lingerie person. she wished she could be, but even stepping into victorias secret sent her in a self-critical spiral. no, until now she had tended to stick to skimpy pajama sets, never as exposed as she was now.

she thought she was being ridiculous, oscar had seen her naked, for lords sake.

but even still, looking at herself in the mirror, she wondered if she should have picked the set with the silk robe.

she closed her eyes, counting to ten before she reached for the santa hat on the bed, pulling it over her head and dangling the pom pom on the end over her shoulder.

when she gently trod back into the living room, she cleared her throat to get oscars attention. the driver looked up from his phone, choking on his kale smoothie when he saw her. he promptly dropped his phone, getting to his feet and ambling over to her.

“y/n, love, you look stunning.” his touch was gentle, starting at her hands before running gently along her skin, index finger tracing hearts on her exposed side. “you’re so beautiful, and I’m happy you feel comfortable enough with me to let me see you like this. it’s a privilege I count myself lucky to have.”

she sighed into his touch, fingers messing with the lapel of his flannel. the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the muscles in his arms flexing sharply as his fingers continued to soothe her skin.

“I thought I’d try something new.” she said sheepishly, a blush rising on her cheeks. “you like it?”

“baby, I adore it.” oscar beamed, leaning in to softly press his lips to hers. she tasted like peppermint, and smelled like vanilla bean as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. “my gorgeous girl.” he growled, biting gently on her bottom lip. “all mine.”

smiling sweetly, she pulled oscar closer, wrapping her arms around him and playing with the hair on the back of his neck, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek. the aussie hummed contentedly, his large, warm hands trailing over her back.

he was well and truly smitten.

she looked like a christmas angel, wrapped in red and white, the cutsey santa hat propped on her head. who knew santa hats could be so sexy on the right woman?

"i love you." he hummed, moving to gently kiss her neck, smiling to himself as she propped up on the tips of her toes, gasping softly as his tongue ran over her pulse point. "my darling, darling girl." he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "maybe i should dress up next time? get that whole magic mike kinda vibe going on."

she giggled, moving one dainty hand up to cover her mouth as she laughed. god, that laugh. oscar was getting painfully hard just listening to her giggle.

she stepped back, and oscar followed, gently pressing her up against the wall. she winced at the cold plaster pressing up against her smooth skin, but the discomfort was soon forgotten as her lover leaned over her, one hand bracing him against the wall and the other under her chin to tilt her face up. she beamed, trying to hold back her giddy giggles as she stared into his wonderous eyes.

"pretty girl, love of my life." oscar started softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "let's both be naughty and save santa the trip, aye?"

"that's your smoothest holiday line yet." she nodded with a laugh, enthusiastically pulling him closer to her, eliminating the space between their bodies as best she could. "i love you." she said quickly, pressing her lips to his as his hands began to rove her front, fumbling with the strings of the corset top.

she gently pushed his hands away, watching as his eyes grew three sized when she pushed the cups of the corset bra down, nipples pebbling in the cold air, silhouetted against she stunning red of her top.

"you'll be the death of me, sweet thing." oscar laughed, running his hands over her skin. "tell me what you want, pretty girl."

"you, oscar. touching me. kissing me." she sucked in a breath as he bent down, sucking a hickey onto her supple skin, his thumb gently running over her nipple. "making me yours."

oscar groaned, laving his tongue over her sensitive bud, one hand reaching to hold hers close. "sweetheart, just let me take care of you, yeah? give you exactly what you need." he detached from her breast, a line of saliva trailing from her bud to oscar's tongue. he used one hand to wipe his mouth before kissing the back of her hand. "give my sweet perfect angel the full princess treatment."

she smiled down at him as he sank to his knees, nuzzling his nose into the soft skin of her thigh, her fingers carding through his hair. "baby, you left one of the girls unloved." she playfully pouted at him, nudging her other breast. "you don't want the one on the left to think you love the one on the right more, do you?"

oscar laughed, rising to his feet before taking her left breast in his hand. "you're so right, love. wouldn't want one of the girls to feel underappreciated. i hope they know how loved they are."

"you're such an idiot."

"yeah, but you're the one who gets turned on by me acting like a complete and utter fool."

"shut up and kiss me, pretty boy."

"yes ma'am."

oscar kissed her, his hands slipping down to the globes of her ass, lifting her into the air. she squealed, wrapping her legs around him so he was carrying her like a koala, her fingertips gripping his still-clothed shoulders.

well, she couldn't have that. why was she the only one showing any skin?

he set her down on the shag carpet, warmth from the fire gently hearing her chilled skin, hair fanning out behind her head. oscar wasted no time, shedding his flannel and t shirt before he dove right in, wrapping his lips around the tip of her breast. she gasped, arching into him with one hand gripping the carpet and the other in his hair.

“atta girl.” oscar exhaled, sucking another hickey onto her skin. in his opinion, his job wasn’t done until her tits were covered in proof of his undying love. “that’s my pretty girl.”

“need you, baby.” she pleaded, grinding up against his jeans, the denim rubbing at her sensitive core through her lace panties.

she was so shamefully soaked after oscars devotion to her breasts, and she needed some kind of release. she was almost certain that there was a damp spot forming on her lovers jeans as she ground against him.

oscar leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead before slipping his fingers underneath the fabric of her panties.

“you look too pretty in this set to take it off, baby.” he hummed, kissing over the red fabric, nuzzling into her skin as he rubbed his thumbs over her hipbones. “might just have to push them aside, but they’ll get stained badly when I make you see stars.”

“jesus, oscar, just do something!” she groaned, running her finger along his nose. “please?”

“anything for my girl.” he pushed her panties aside, gently pressing his lips to her sopping wet center, his tongue darting out to trace a heart on her lips.

she moaned, throwing her head back, her pelvis rising off the carpet to try and build more friction against her lover. she moaned his name, eyes fluttering closed as she began to see the stars he had promised her.

she was so lucky to have a man like oscar. a man who made her feel so confident in herself, treated her like a queen, and made sure that she got the calm, quiet love that she craved.

“fuck, baby. you taste fucking incredible.” he groaned, holding her thighs open, thumbs rubbing reassuring circles on her soft skin.

oscar could have spent all day between her thighs. hed always been a giver, but when he had the chance to spoil y/n, he was almost certain it made him way hotter than it made her. what could he say, acts of service was his love language.

and when she wrapped her thighs around his head, practically screaming his name, his tongue licking fat stripes up and down her opening, and over swollen her swollen clit?

he had to start thinking about tyre degradation to avoid coming in his jeans.

“fuck, oscar, baby.” she whined, tugging on his hair as his nose nudged her sensitive bud. (he moaned at the action) “just like that. god, that feels so fucking good.”

she could feel the band in her stomach begin to tighten, her thighs closing in around oscars head as pleasure spread around her lower body.

oscars tongue darted in and out of her, the lewd sounds filling the room. “are you going to come for me, pretty girl. yeah? yeah, that’s right, come on my tongue, princess.”

he slipped a finger in, and the sensation of his finger flexing while his tongue played with her sensitive, puffy clit made her cry out, rutting her hips into his face, grinding against his finger and trying to get herself off.

“oscar, im coming!” she cried, the coil in her stomach finally snapping as she cried out his name, fingernails leaving scratches in the skin on the back of his neck.

his hands gripped her thighs; he was holding himself up over the carpet on his forearms, his body shaking she coated the bottom of his face in evidence of her arousal. he moaned at the taste, sitting up on his knees and catching her eyes before sticking his finger in his mouth and sucking the salty fluid off his finger.

she smiled at him, face rosy and flushed. her limbs felt like jelly, arms giving out underneath her as she tried to prop herself up to kiss him. chuckling to himself, oscar braced his hands on either side of her head, leaning down to kiss her forehead, then her cheeks, and then the tip of her nose before, finally, her lips.

“I love you.” they both whispered, one after another, the room silent save for the low hum of the tv and the crackling in the fireplace.

“baby, as much as I would love to stay here with you, I am absolutley throbbing and if I am not inside of you in the next five minutes, I am going to lose it.” oscar chuckled, kissing her softly.

she smiled, giggling as he ran his hands over her flushed skin. “you know you’re going to throw your back out if we do this on the floor, right?”

“yeah, but it will be so totally worth it.” oscar laughed, kissing her forehead softly. “stay right here, and keep warm. I’ll be right back.”

she hated to see him go, but she loved to watch him leave, eyes zeroing in on both his impressive back muscles and the way his jeans hugged his backside. how did she get so lucky to land such a god of a boyfriend?

when he vanished into the bedroom, she stripped out of the corset, cringing when she noticed the reddened imprints left on her skin from where the wires dug into her. she pulled the santa hat off, dropping it pathetically to the carpet before pulling a blanket around her shoulders. she was slowly regaining feeling in her limbs, a feeling of contentment spreading through her stomach as oscar came back, a festive box in his hands,

“right, so your choices are peppermint, gingerbread and eggnog.” he grinned, tossing her three small packages before slipping out of his jeans.

her limbs tingled as she watched him undo his belt, his rock-hard cock straining against his flannel boxers. it was only when oscar sat down next to her, stealing half of the white knit throw blanket to wrap around his own shoulders, that she looked down at the packages in her hands.

they were christmas themed condoms, a reindeer face smiling up at her from the gingerbread one. she couldn’t help it when she burst out laughing, sniffing the peppermint package.

“oscar! what the fuck?” she managed through laughter. “you know the flavoured bit only counts if I’m sucking your dick right? and that’s not happening tonight.”

“they were a gag gift from lando.” oscar laughed, fiddling with one of the foil packets. “I brought out normal ones too; I don’t know how much I trust these ones anyways.”

she laughed, leaning over to kiss him. “thank you.”

“anything for my girl.” oscar deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to gently and politely explore the inside of her mouth, pushing her down onto the carpet once again, thigh pushing her legs apart.

he grinded against her sensitive core, trying to find some sort of relief for himself while also making sure that he lasted more than a minute when he finally got inside of her.

her legs curled around his waist, pulling him him closer as they made out, warm and sweaty skin sticking to each other as they warmed up by the fire.

he didn’t even need to pull away to make a grab for the discarded red hat, only drawing back to put it on before he extracted his cock from his boxer shorts.

she giggled, sitting up so she could take him in her hands, jerking him slightly before ripping open a condom package (just a regular one, not the peppermint one she knew he had been eyeing).

laughing to herself, she twirled the end of the hat in her fingers. “I should not find this as hot as I do. just so you know.”

“duly noted. are you ready for me, princess?”

she smiled at him, slipping out of her lacy panties before she straddled him, his sheathed cock teasing at her entrance, shivers running up her spine. “I wanna be on top. wanna ride your cock.”

and who was oscar to argue?

he gripped her hips, her hands on his shoulders as he positioned himself by her entrance. she was so wet that he slid right in, her fingernails leaving crescent marks on his shoulders as she winced, hiding her face in his neck.

“I know, sweet girl.” he moved his hands up and down her back. “i know it’s a lot to take, but you’re doing it so so well. you make the first move, sweetheart.”

she straightened her back, touching her nose to oscars as she began to slowly grind her hips, getting used to every inch of his dick splitting her in half.

“that’s it, pretty girl. nice and easy.” oscar groaned, palming her ass. “that’s it.”

with oscars hands guiding her, she began to pick up the pace, pulling up before sinking back down against his cock.

“fuck, baby, feels so good.” she whined, fingers tugging at the hairs on the nape of his neck. “feels so deep.” she reached for his hand, pressing it to her stomach to show oscar just how deep he actually was.

“yeah? yeah, this cock is all yours, baby. whenever you want it, you tell me. I’ll drop everything to give it to you.” he grunted, one hand gently smacking her ass. she yelped, hips startling before she smashed her lips to his, moving her hips in subtle circles.

he moaned into her mouth, thrusting up to meet her hips halfway, watching as her mouth dropped open in a guttural moan. “you like that, sweet girl? yeah, you just let me take over and fuck you until you’re all blissed out.”

he took the lead, planting his feet on the floor, one hand supporting his weight and the other holding his princess close, her perky, sensitive nipples pressed against his chest as he thrust up, his cock sliding in and out of her like it was nothing.

“oh, yes.” she whined.

“that’s my pretty girl. that’s my fucking girl.” he growled, rolling over so he was on top again. normally he loves it when she rode him, loved the intimacy that came with it.

but he was so pent up that he needed something more.

he slipped her legs over his shoulders, muscles rippling as he leaned forwards to thrust into her, balls slapping against her skin.

her hands gripped his shoulders, slipping down his chest and leaving little pink marks in their wake as he pounded in and out of her, the pom pom on the end of his festive hat dangling in her face

“fuck, I love being like this with you.” he rasped, fingers digging into the shag carpet. “being this close to you.” he started to kiss up the side of her throat, tongue occasionally darting out to lick the sweat off her skin. “you’re so fucking pretty like this, all blissed out and at peace on my cock. love making you feel good, honey.”

he allowed her legs to slide off his shoulders, leaning down to kiss her, swallowing her moan as he bit down on her lip.

“shit, I love your cock, oscar. I love having it inside of me. needed it so bad!” she cried, clinging to his upper body as she let him have his way with her.

she knew he knew what she wanted, what she liked. he could read her like the back of his hand, and she was so blessed to feel safe enough with him that she could just clear her mind and let oscar make her feel good.

“that’s my girl. taking it so well. how are you feeling, princess?”

“perfect.” she breathed, inhaling sharply as his cock brushed up against her walls. “absolutley perfect.” her eyes slammed shut as her walls started to contract, squeezing oscar’s cock for all it was worth

“are you going to come, pretty girl? come all over my thick cock?”

“yeah.” she whined, tears of pleasure pricking the corners of her eyes as he kept slamming into her. “yeah, I’m almost there.”

she almost didnt get to finish her sentence, oscars lips claiming hers against his own as he kissed her deeply, one feee hand coming down to play with her clit. she gripped his biceps tightly, moaning harshly against his lips as she felt herself clamp down on him, seeing stars as she started to let go.

“that’s it, princess. let go for me, cover my cock in your sweet sweet come. give it to me, sweet girl. I’ve got you,”

she came with a cry of his name, feeling her body go weak as all her energy evaporated. the motion triggered oscar’s own orgasm, his entire body shaking as he grunted (arguably louder than she did, back muscles rippling as his body tightened and then went slack) spilling into the latex shield before his arms gave out and he collapsed against her.

“I love you.” he mumbled, kissing her softly before gently pulling out. he reached behind him for the blanket, tucking it around her body before sliding a throw pillow underneath her head. “hang tight for me, baby. I’m gonna go make you a hot chocolate.”

he slipped the condom off, balling it up with the intention of chucking it in the garbage on his way to the kitchen, pulling his boxers back on before washing his hands and pulling two mugs out of the upper cabinets.

y/n watched him from her position on the floor, a soft smile on her face as she marvelled at the scratches on his back, and the pure soft domesticity of watching her lover make her a hot drink after he made her see stars.

he came back minutes later, with two mugs piled high with whipped cream and a foolish smile on his face.

“merry christmas, pretty girl.” he hummed, kissing her softly, not expecting anything more than what it was.

“merry christmas, oscar.”

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[cherry-velvet-skies]

I'm bored and depressed so let's rate each of the Beatles different eras based on how they looked because I can't think of anything else that would make me happier right now 🤭💕

I'm doing this individually, and we're starting with George because where the fuck else would we start but with our resident It Girl 💅🏻

Teddy Bear (Pre-Beatles Era)

I'm not a huge fan of the Teddy Era myself but I have no choice but to respect it, as George does look good

This is the only time his hair is up instead of down during Beatles Era but it's still cute

He knew what look he wanted and stuck with it. I admire the dedication.

7/10 because if I saw him at a party or something he would definitely catch my attention

Bowl (1962-63)

I'm not a fan and honestly I don't think George was either

As we know he hated having his hair cut, and they gave him the most cringe hairstyle ever and he just had to deal with it

But since he's George and he looks cute regardless it doesn't look as bad as it should have lmao

6.5/10 because George will never receive less than a 6 he is physically incapable of looking bad. The extra half point is also because I find the unibrow quite endearing 🤭

Mop Top (1964-65)

Out of all the bowl-cut renditions this one is by far my fave

Every time I rewatch AHDN and Help! I can't get over how cute he looks

When it would get messy and become Onion Hair™️ >>> (see Beatles For Sale album cover for reference)

7.5/10 because it's cute but not my all-time favorite George era. Would definitely be an honorable mention though

Shaggy (1966)

Softest era yet tbh

This was around the time they went to India so it's very clear that George is soon going to enter his truest form

They're not pictured, but this was also the era of the tiny circle sunglasses, which were an unbelievable serve

9/10 and I want to kiss him on the tip of his nose

Spiritual Awakening (1967)

yes Yes YES

Long hair + mustache combo = hot sexy realness

I must also address the fact that I never thought facial hair was attractive until George. That's how much I love this

10000/10 absolutely perfect no complaints ever I'm in love 😍

Victorian Vampire Realness (1968)

Also known as Cherry's Gender Goals

The only era where I can say I actually look like him 😌

I feel like it's missing something with the lack of facial hair, but the difference is not that significant

9/10 based on vibes alone, and I only deducted a point because I simultaneously want to be him and be with him. This confuses me.

Get Up and Go (1969) (pls tell me you get that reference)

I hope to someday be even a percentage of how stylish this man is

The grown out shag and mustache does something to me 🥴

I watch the scene of him practicing his slide routine wayyy more than I should...

120000/10 I wanna run my fingers through his hair while we make out

Hippie Jesus (1970)

There are several versions of this look, and the ones where his hair is a bit shorter is the preferred one for me.

Here, however, he looks like a whimsical forest entity and I have a certain appreciation for that

He looks very warm and cozy and that makes me want to hug him. I feel he would give amazing hugs 🥰

7.5/10 and I want to braid his hair

Sophisticated Gardener (1971-72)

Okay. HEAR ME OUT.

I'M NOT A FAN OF BEARDS. We have already discussed that. SO WHY THE FUCK AM I SO ATTRACTED TO THIS

I do not like how hot he looks like this. It confuses me to the point that it turns me on even more.

43625749/10 I wanna lay on a blanket in his garden and make love for hours 🥵🥵🥵

Pantene Commercial Applicant (1973)

DO YOU SEE HOW GLORIOUS HIS HAIR LOOKS

Paired with a mustache and oh my god I am on my knees

He also looks amazing in hats. Any and all hats 😁

100/10 he looks majestic and I wanna know his hair care routine

Dark Horse Gender Thief (1974-75)

Alright listen here bitch (affectionate)

If I don't look like this or exude this energy at some point in my life I am going to be very upset

The BDE is off the charts and the proof of existence is irrefutable.

1000/10 he's sexy and we ALL know it. In my mind we're kissing on the mouth but whatever 😤

Crackerbox Poodle (1976)

soft bby

wanna have tea and cookies with him (I don't even like tea but I would do it for him)

cuddles and blankets on cold winter days ftw

10/10 he would get me out of a depressive episode when no one else could 🥺💕

Permalicious (1977-78)

Dilf (Literally. This was around the time Dhani was born)

Not a huge fan of perms but he still looks cool

The was also the continuation of the cardigan era from '76 so let's just say now I'm picking up on some hipster vibes if you know what I mean

9.5/10 I'd let him take me on a museum date and then to an overpriced coffee shop (I don't like coffee either but you get it). Would probably make out with him too.

Mullet Dad(dy) (1979-80)

Hawaiian shirts and tacky necklaces we love to see it

THE EARRINGS OH MY GOD THE EARRINGS

He was so handsome in this era AND FOR WHAT

10/10 I'd sleep with him if he wanted me to

Inverted Bowl (1981-83)

George bby what happened

Like Bowl but spiky(?)

Doesn't look terrible but it was the 80s what do you expect

7/10 and those points are mostly coming from the pattern on the shirt and the overwhelming dilf energy

Long Lost Full House Character (1984-85)

This look is so 80s but I'm not mad at it

I didn't like it at first but the more I stare at it the more I fall in love with it

That could just be the power of George regardless of what he looks like but are we really gonna act surprised about that

50/10 he would 100% be able to seduce me by doing absolutely nothing

Oof (1986)

Teddy Boy? More like Teddy Middle-Aged Man 😳

Babe what did you do

Still got a cute face but I don't know what to make of this hairstyle

7/10 this one and Inverted Bowl are in a race to the bottom lmao

Author's Photo at the End of the Book (1987)

The dilfiest dilf to ever dilf oh mY GOD 🥴

He looks like a college professor and when I tell you I would have PERFECT attendance (there's a fic on AO3 about that if you're interested)

When I say I like older men THIS IS WHAT I FUCKING MEAN

36842957/10 Making love to this man would be one of the best experiences of my life. I've never wanted to fuck a man in his forties so badly PLEASE he would make me feel so loved and appreciated I JUST KNOW IT 🥵

Nelson Wilbury (1988-90)

You already know (Dilf)

The End of the Line and Handle With Care MVs are something that can be so personal

He could talk to me about trees for hours and I would never get bored

13498275/10 We're fucking and then taking a hot bath afterwards sorry I don't make the rules

Businessman Couture (1991-93)

If you saw the previous rating of this era no you didn't

I don't know what I was on he's so fucking hot

He still looks like a college professor but I'm not gonna pretend for one second that I ain't into that shit

49527428/10 I orginally had this at a 6.5/10 and I feel like I have to apologize to some higher power out there for the carnal sin I committed. I should've chosen a photo from 1992 specifically but I didn't and I feel that was a mistake. He has ruined my standards for men.

Cool Guru (1994-97)

The long hair has made a comeback I love it so much 💕

Literally has the most warm and welcoming energy I have ever seen. If he hugged me I would probably start crying

Seems like he would enjoy those sweet romantic park lunch dates 🥰

9.5/10 I would take a meditation class with him

Wholesome Dad (1998-∞)

Deserves all the love and appreciation

Would definitely be constantly creating new recipes for the food from his garden

He knew the real meaning of life and we all could learn a thing or two from him

100/10 the vibes are immaculate and I wish I could give him a hug 🥺💕🥰

#This took me way too long lmao #I will do the other members at some point don't worry #Tag yourself I'm Dark Horse Gender Thief for obvious reasons #george harrison #the beatles #beatles #ringo starr #john lennon #paul mccartney

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

Aaron Threatens Mackenzie.

Mackron fanfic.

"Isn't that Lucy's sister Mackenzie's canoodling with in the corner?" Charity asked Aaron who couldn't take his eyes off Melanie and Mackenzie.

"Yes and what's it got to do with you?" snapped Aaron.

"Well he's the kind of man any woman could fall in love with" said Charity trying to wind Aaron up. "With his sexy scottish accent and his boyish good looks"

"Yes and you've wet your knickers a few times over him" said Aaron

"No need to be so crude" said Charity "Sounds like you're jealous and who wouldnt be. Have you seen the size of that diamond on the ring she's wearing"

"As a matter of fact I'm over him" said Aaron trying not to show how jealous he really was. "I don't know what I saw in him" he said as Nicky came up to the bar for drinks for him and his dad.

"Kiss me" said Aaron to Nicky.

"Sod off" said Nicky pushing Aaron away "You know I'm with Suni and I wouldnt kiss a thug like you anyway"

"Who you calling a thug" said Aaron angrily.

"You" said Nicky getting his drinks and taking them over to where his dad was sitting.

"What's going on with you and Aaron?" Caleb answered as Aaron turned his gaze back to Mackenzie and Melanie again.

"He reckons he isn't jealous of Mack and Melanie and he asked me to kiss him" said Nicky.

"He's as jealous as fuck" said Caleb "He wanted to make Mack jealous"

Caleb went over to Aaron who was still staring at Mack and Melanie.

"Don't try and involve my son in your sordid little jealousy fuck ups" Caleb said to Aaron.

"Who are you to talk" said Aaron "You've shagged half the village and that slut of a wife of yours needs to keep her gob shut"

"It's you that needs to keep your gob shut" said Caleb punching Aaron in the mouth.

"Will you two stop right there" said Cain "Have you forgotten there is a sick woman in the back room and she doesn't need all this"

Caleb went back to his seat as Mackenzie made his way to the bar.

"A pint of zero please Charity" said Mack "And a glass of orange"

"Not drinking today?" asked Charity.

"No Liam's put me on stronger painkillers" Mack replied.

"Mum loved the Onsie" said Aaron making Mack flinch and jump out of his way in fear. "Dont worry I'm not going to hit you"

"I know you are worried about the results of the gene test" said Mack. "But don't take it out on everyone"

"How many times. You're wrong. My test was negative" said Aaron "I'm just worried about mum"

"What's going on with you and Melanie?" Aaron asked Mackenzie.

"We're engaged" said Mack.

"You didn't waste time" said Aaron "You just can't help yourself. Loser"

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Mack.

"It means the next time I attack you I'll make sure you die" Aaron snarled.

"You can't intimidate me Aaron" said Mack.

"I'll leave that up to your latest tart to do that" said Aaron.

"Don't call her that" said Mack "She's worth ten of you. I don't know what I ever saw in you"

"You'll regret saying that" said Aaron smashing his glass and pointing it at Mack "I'll make sure no one looks at that pretty face of yours again" he said holding the glass menacingly close to Macks face.

"Just put the glass down" said Cain as the pub went quiet.

"Don't you think you've hurt him enough and is he worth doing time for" Cain said taking the glass off Aaron.

"Come on we're leaving" said Mack as he went back to Melanie.

"Do you think he would have glassed you?" Melanie said as they got outside.

"I really don't know Melanie. But he really scared me" Mack replied bursting into tears and shaking.

"Mack" yelled Cain coming out of the pub as Melanie tried to comfort Mackenzie.

"How did it ever come to this Cain" Mack cried "He's broken me"

"I think it best if you stay away from the pub until Aaron calms down. He's taking the divorce really badly and seeing you with Melanie really irked him" said Cain.

"Don't worry I'm going to keep out of his way" said Mack "He really hurt me tonight threatening me like that. I don't recognise him anymore"

"He's unpredictable and I know he's worried about Chas" said Cain.

"I think his gene test was positive Cain" said Mack "I could tell he was different on the day you all got the results"

"I'll try and get him to open up about it Mack" said Cain. "But he said it was negative"

"Its his ego. You know how self loathing he can be. And seeing him like that really upset me. I can't stop shaking" said Mack.

"Just go home Mack and try not to worry. Me and Moira will take the kids home with us tonight. You need to rest" said Cain. "I'll follow you home and pick Moira up. We'll explain the situation to her"

"I don't want to take advantage" said Mack "It was good of her to babysit tonight"

"You're not taking advantage" said Cain who was secretly pleased about having the kids.

29.3.24.

#aaron dingle #mackenzie boyd #nicky milligan #caleb milligan #emmerdale #mackron fanfic #charity dingle

[wolfstarhaven]

Party games (part 2)

Because apparently I’ve read quite a few of these… (part 1: here)

(in my room) i want you here, by @dykesiriusblack (6k)

The Gryffindor common room, a party, and spin the bottle.

“Who are you trying to kiss, Padfoot?” The air stills, stifling, and Remus is caught in the turnover of every lyric, the scratch of the record player and the soundless lull as it ends, waiting to be flipped. He stares at Sirius. Sirius blinks, sucks his cheek between his teeth and raises his eyebrows. “It’d ruin the fun if I told, wouldn’t it?”

WONDERFUL! So beautifully written, so filled with pining and jealousy. This is such a gem!

Seven minutes in a bottle, by nikkiRA (8k)

During a quite frankly ridiculous game of spin the bottle, Lily discovers something about Sirius that ties them together, and also, somehow, seems to make him think she's his psychiatrist. Or: how Lily Evans accidentally became the Marauder's matchmaker.  

A drinking game fic that also features The Prank! NikkiRA writes the sweetest darn fics, and this is certainly no exception. Read it!

The Predatory Wasp, by @munacy (23k)

Remus continues, “Alright then...of the survivors...I would marry Wormy.” Peter lets out an elated squeal. “I know for a fact that he can cook really well, he’s quite easygoing, and he’d make a wonderful little spoon for cuddling,” Remus winks cheekily at him. “Recipe for domestic bliss.”

“Aw, Moony, you’re lovely, aren’t you?” says Peter as Sirius mimes throwing up. Remus smiles, then blurts: “And lastly, well, I really want to shag Sirius, for obvious reasons.”

Everyone freezes.

What, Remus thinks faintly, in the ever-loving fuck?

A camping fic that features a game of truth and dare that leads to certain realisations… this is hilarious! With a bonus of some lovely Walt Whitman poetry✨

let me tell you a secret, by thecatslullaby (4k)

One day Remus and Sirius decide to play a dangerous game and start flirting with each other.

Boundaries are blurred, feelings are uncovered (and other things are discovered).

In which some eyeliner and a game of truth or dare makes Remus embarrassed, and oh so hot and bothered! Sexy and cute!

you think I'm pretty?, by starwiggly (4k)

Like any other given weekend, the Marauders and Co. set up a game of Truth or Dare. They learn quickly that Remus gets a little loose-lipped when he's had too much - better chase him down, before they lose him.

A drunken game of truth or dare leads to Remus coming out… amongst other things(; very very cute!!

Never Have I Ever Written a Love Letter, by wannnabesuper (8k)

During a drinking game, Remus lets slip that he's written a love letter. Sirius (and an increasingly large group of friends) won't rest until they get to the bottom of this!

The summary says it all. Very cute!

xx Elliot

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #r/s #wolfstar recs #party games #drinking games

[judy--21]

The new Doctor

Short story that wouldn't leave me alone

The clinic had been super busy today and the nurses and doctors were very happy that it was nearing the end.

Doctor Thomas was assisting them this week as part of his training. He was mid 20’s with jet black hair and bright green eyes.

He knew he was attractive and lots of women had fallen for his charms and looks in the past. He loved the attention so was slightly put out when he arrived at Nonnatus and the nurses didn’t all immediately fall for him. Yes Nurse Franklin and Robinson are in relationships but that didn’t seem to stop the women in his past.

However there was only one nurse that he wanted as soon as they met.

Nurse Turner was exactly his type. With her petite figure, gorgeous face and bossy attitude. Oh yes he liked them just like that.

He had heard she was married but he hadn’t seen her husband until today. He laughed to himself when he heard Miss Higgins greet Dr Turner as he ran in.

This old man was married to sexy Nurse Turner he must have money or something why else would they be together.

All week he had tried to get close to her but every time she either ignored him unless it was to do with work or someone would interrupt. He was getting frustrated and now her bloody husband was here. He decided he didn’t care, he wanted her and he would have her.

Luck seemed to be on his side as she brought a box of supplies into the café area to sort out. Peering around the door he saw everyone else was busy tidying up.

“Nurse Turner would you like some help?”

“No thank you. You can go check if someone else needs help.” She replies not even looking up from the table.

He sighs she is tough to crack. He leans down and growls in her ear

“I want to help you though.” He says then kisses her ear.

She jumps up and wipes her ear.

Seeing the fire in her eyes turns him on. He loves women with passion in them.

“Come on you can’t tell me you’re not attracted to me. Especially now I’ve seen your husband. He’s so old he would probably break his hip if he tried to shag you.”

Neither noticed that everyone had gathered around the door watching with wide eyes.

“How dare you. I am most certainly not attracted to you and my husband is not that old.”

He laughs

“Oh I do love women who make me laugh. Ok then when did you and your old git of a husband last have sex, no hang on better question when did he last make you orgasm?” He sneers at her. Moving closer to her until he’s stood right in front of her.

She smirks and gets a distant look in her eyes before looking at her watch

“About 3 hours ago.”

She pauses for a few seconds and sees his grin fade

“Oh and as much as I appreciate your concern for my husband’s hips I think they will be fine. After all every night and most mornings this last month we have ‘shagged’ as you so beautifully put it and yes every single time I have orgasmed. In fact I would say throughout our marriage we have made love on average 5 times a week. So I guess he’s not that old as he runs his surgery, helps his patients, helps me look after our 4 children and still has energy to spend on me. Now answer me this quick question why the hell would I ever give him up especially just to have a quick, I’m guessing not very satisfying, shag with you?”

“Screw you, you high and mighty little bitch.” He shouts before pushing his way through the crowd and out the doors.

Shelagh turns to watch him go and bites her lips when she sees all her friends watching open mouthed.

She catches Patrick’s eye and he winks at her.

Sister Julienne recovers first and embarrassingly guides everyone away from the couple.

“Well I guess that’s our secret out.” He chuckles pulling her to his chest when she blushes.

“So should we check my hips are still in full working order?” He whispers in her ear making her shiver.

“Please Patrick take me home.” She asks desire spreading through her body.

He kisses her passionately before doing as she asks.

#call the midwife #turnadette #fanfic #shelagh turner #patrick turner

[srinjini-2022-ii]

The McKinnons'.....

A/N: This story is for Blackinnon Fest 2022. Constructive criticism from the readers is welcome.

Warning: Swearing and language

Prompt no. 29- Meeting the family

This oneshot is not of Sirius meeting Marlene's parents... This is just a small portion of Sirius's feelings...

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Dear mum,

You won't believe what happened today!

Sirius asked me to be his girlfriend!!!!!!! Sirius, mum, SIRIUS BLACK! I am so so so happy.....It feels like Heaven wherever he is. His grey eyes look like grey oceans of love. His hair, oh his hair, its, its softer than that poofy dress you have. He-

Serenity McKinnon stopped reading abruptly. Her daughter Marlene was never the lovey-dovey type, let alone this....err...descriptive. Yes, she has swooning over Sirius Black ever since 2nd year, but this? Looks like someone's in love.

Serenity chuckled, she and Mateo ought to have a talk with the boy that has this type of reaction from their daughter. She went to show the letter to her husband.

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Dear Marlene,

Dad and me are very pleased you have gotten yourself a boyfriend. We would really love to meet him. Me and dad hope you will introduce us to your boyfriend this Christmas holidays. Do invite him over for a day or two. Waiting to hear from you,

Love,

Mum

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Sirius Black never thought that he could dread the arrival of Christmas. But, oh boy was he dreading the fact that he was waiting outside platform 9 3/4, after bidding farewell to his fellow marauders and making them promise to be present and honor him at his possible funeral, waiting for his girlfriend's parents to pick him and Marlene up. She was trying to comfort him, while trying to control her laughter (obviously not too hard). Finally, after what seemed like ages, though only was in fact 10 minutes, Mr. and Mrs. McKinnon came to get them.

Mrs. McKinnon came forward and hugged her daughter.

"Pumpkin! I missed you so much." She placed a kiss on her forehead. Then she turned to Sirius.

"And you must be Sirius, pleased to meet you, dear. I'm Serenity and ," turning her head towards her husband, she said," that is Mateo, Marlene's dad."

"H-hello Mr. and Mrs. McKinnon, so

p-pleased to meet you too." He stated nervously.

"Alright, enough chit chat, Sam's off to his friend's house, so let's go!" Mateo McKinnon spoke for the first time, with a smile.

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Sirius couldn't help but mouth, "Pumpkin?" to Marlene as they lagged behind her parents on the way to their car which earned him a rather too hard swat on the arm ("Bloody hell, McKitten! Even Merlin doesn't know how many hours I'm gonna survive after reaching your home and-and look at you, slapping me! "Drama Queen.").

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As the car pulled up in the front drive of a beautiful cottage near the country side, Sirius became more serious ("No pun intended!" "Do not listen to Sirius people, pun is intended. It is meant to be funny after all.") than he had ever become. They got out of the car and into the house. Sirius was moving entirely on auto-pilot mode.

"Sirius, dear, your room is just the opposite to Marlene's, on the second floor. Marly, please show him, he looks rather peaky." Mrs. McKinnon said, breaking him out of his trance, smirking slightly as she said the last part.

"'Kay, sure mum." She said picking an apple out of the fruit basket and taking a bite of it.

As they reached upstairs, Marlene spoke, "Bad boy, what's going on?"

"What do ya mean, pumpkin?"

Marlene rolled her eyes,"Shut up! Really, what's going on, Mr. Sirius 'oh-so-bloody-damn-stubborn Black?"

"You wanna hear?"

"Yes."

"Well I'm worried that your mother might shag me not able to bear my sexiness. And then your dad might-"

"Sirius Orion Black! Tell me! And be honest." She added as an afterthought.

"Well I-I, you know, m-my family, your family, well you know, mine's all death eaters, your's so nice, so-so motherly and fatherly, well and mine, well, not so that. What if they hate me?"

"Of course not silly!" Marlene rolled her eyes at her boyfriend."Come on now, or mum might get suspicious."

Sirius smiled.

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#blackinnonfest2022 #harry potter #marlene mckinnon #sirius black #marauders

[theweasleysredhair]

Tease [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 4110

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Every time George tries to get you alone, something seems to interrupt you and he can’t seem to catch a break. Maybe he just needs to get a bit more creative, or maybe teasing you under the table is enough to get you as worked up and desperate as he is.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. george is being a hot cheeky bastard wanting to shag his girlfriend.

Tags: @gracemayhateyou @harrysweasleys @toranyx @theweirdsideofstuff @ickle-ronniekins @levylovegood @wand3ringr0s3 @diary-of-an-onliner

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: idk, george makes me feel things. enjoy and thanks for requesting nonnie! ❤️

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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George was frustrated. In both senses of the word. He had originally thought that inviting you to the Burrow over Christmas was a wonderful idea, and whilst he loved having you around, he felt as though he’d barely even seen you since you’d arrived. And it was beginning to drive him insane.

He loved that you got along with his family so well, that they constantly wanted to be around you but, in his eyes, he’d invited you there to be with him, and the fact you’d probably had around 10 minutes alone over the last week was starting to get to him.

It didn’t help, and he was certain you were doing this on purpose, that you kept wearing his shirts around the Burrow - something you knew turned him on - or that one day you wore a jumper that fell off one shoulder, exposing the area of skin that George wanted to kiss and bite down on. Or, worse, that one day you wore a skirt and knee high socks - Merlin, George thought he felt his heart stop that day.

He’d tried multiple times to get you alone - pulled you into empty rooms in the Burrow to kiss you, locked Fred out of their bedroom and even tried snogging you outside but it had gotten too cold and started snowing. Unfortunately, each time you were alone in a room together, you’d been interrupted fairly quickly by his family coming to ask you something or other, or in the case of locking his twin out, Fred had grabbed a broom and flew up to the window and knocked on there instead, wiggling his eyebrows and wolf whistling at the both of you as he found you underneath your boyfriend (fully clothed, much to George’s dismay).

So to say he was getting desperate would be an understatement.

And as he watched you from across the living room, sat cross legged on one of the couches as you laughed with Ginny, he began thinking of new ways to spend time with you, without the rest of his family barging in.

He thought about locking Fred out again, but this time closing the curtains and the window. He thought about the shed outside, and as much as he’d like to be in those close quarters with you, he knew it was far too cold. All he wanted was to be with you, without everyone else hanging round.

He finally saw his chance when Ginny decided to go off to talk to Hermione about some work she had for the next coming school term, leaving you in the living room with just the twins.

George seized the moment, standing up and walking over to you. He leant down to your ear, his voice low and warm breath hitting the side of your face, “My room, in two minutes.” You felt a shiver down your spine as you watched him walk off towards the stairs, eyes glued to the way his back muscles were moving in the t shirt he was wearing, but not missing the warning look he shot at Fred, who was sat in front of the fire and smirking at his younger twin.

You stood up after a minute, straightening out your sweater before following in the direction of where George had just left, rolling your eyes but laughing all the same when Fred called after you, “Not on my bed, okay?”

“That was one time!” You joked, laughing harder when you heard him spluttering out a horrified, “What?!”

Reaching the top of the stairs, you made the familiar journey to the twins’ room, where George was waiting. No sooner had you pushed the twins’ door open were you suddenly pressed against it, your boyfriend’s lips on yours, kissing you desperately, as if it were the last thing he’d ever do. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to him as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you moan softly as he deepened the kiss, his hands resting on the skin underneath the hem of your sweater.

His fingers ran up your side to the base of your bra, gently stroking along the lace as his eyes widened, him pulling away very slightly, both to catch his breath and ask, “You’re wearing lace for me?”

You shrugged, grinning at him, “Maybe.”

He groaned, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head, “You’re killing me, love.”

He ducked his head to press open mouthed kisses across your neck, talking between each one, “Do you have any idea how difficult it’s been not being as close to you as I want to be? I’ve been going insane.”

“You think you’re the only one?”

His hands ran down your body and round to your bum, giving it a squeeze as he pushed you against the wall. As he trailed up towards your mouth to kiss you properly, he tugged gently at the hem of your sweater.

Just as you had pulled it over your head - George mesmerised by the way your lace bra accentuated your breasts - you heard Molly call up the stairs that food was ready, and for everyone to come down.

George shook his head, grabbing your waist, “I can’t wait any longer, just look what you’ve done to me, love.” He pressed himself against you, and you could feel him hard against where you wanted him, making your breath hitch.

“Let’s just not go,” he mumbled, tracing kisses across your collarbone and down to the tops of your breasts.

You let out a breathy sigh as you ran your hand through his messy hair, “We have to, your mum has made food and honestly I’d love to eat it - I’m hungry and she’s an amazing cook.”

George buried his head into your shoulder,

“I’d rather eat something else to be honest.”

“George!” You playfully swatted at his arm, before pulling away and moving around him to grab the sweater you’d dropped, putting it back on.

As you passed him again, he reached out to grab your hip, “Are you sure we have to go?” You nodded, “Yes! Everyone will be waiting for us.”

“Fine...” He agreed, albeit reluctantly, running a hand through his hair to tidy it a little as he sat on his bed. You stood near the doorway for a couple of minutes, waiting for him to stand up, however he continued to sit there, making you raise an eyebrow and turn to walk out, hoping it would prompt him to follow, “Right, come on then.”

“Give me a minute,” he replied, staring at the floor.

You turned back to him with a frown. “Why- oh!” You realised, “Want me to wait or go?”

George licked his lips, his eyes looking you up and down, “Should probably go darlin’, knowing you’re right next to me looking like you do is enough to keep me hard all night.”

Scoffing out a laugh, you looked at him sympathetically, “We’ll finish this later, I promise.”

You left him in his room, heading down the stairs to where the family usually ate meals, finding most of them already there, bar Ron and Harry, who arrived a few minutes after you, pushing and shoving each other as they laughed at something one of them had said.

You were sat at the end of the table, Fred across from you, an empty seat to your left for George. Molly rushed into the room, placing plates of food down with a wave of her wand, fussing over Harry before heading over to you, “Do you know where George is, dear?”

“I think he’s in his room, Molly. Said he’d be down soon,” you replied with a smile. She placed a plate in front of you and nodded as you thanked her, “That boy is never on time for anything I swear - he’ll be late to even your wedding, just you watch dear!”

Her comment made your cheeks warm, and you ducked your head to hide your smile just as she wandered off to grab a plate for Percy, who was sat at the other end of the table beside Arthur, deep in conversation.

“So, where is my dear younger twin?” Fred asked, shooting you a knowing smirk as he began eating the food on his plate.

“Well-“

“I’m right here,” George announced as he entered the room, finally making his appearance as he took the seat beside you.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Fred spoke with a knowing grin shot in his twin’s direction.

“Yeah well, I had something to take care of,” George grumbled, sharing a glance with you and rolling his eyes when Fred let out a mocking laugh.

The beginning of the meal went by as normal, the family laughing and joking, you joining in. You’d just placed some more food in your mouth when you felt George’s hand on your thigh, just above your knee - the place he knew got you worked up. You glanced over at him, but his focus was on the conversation going on about a new muggle artefact Arthur had discovered at work.

Thinking it was just a coincidence, you went back to eating, however you suddenly felt his hand slide up your thigh slowly, fingertips squeezing gently, and dancing across the waistband of your trousers. Noticing the small smirk on George’s face, you shook your head a little at him, gesturing discreetly at the rest of his family, but he didn’t seem to be too concerned.

His hand moved down into your underwear, his fingers finding your clit easily - both from practice and from just knowing your body so well - and he gently began tracing circles, making your hips jolt forward and causing you to almost drop your fork.

He gave you a cheeky grin, “Everything okay there, love?” You grit your teeth as you replied, “Everything is just fine.”

His applied a little more pressure, circling faster and making you bite your lip. You swallowed a content sigh so as to not egg him on, and tried to focus on the main conversation, which had moved onto Hogwarts.

“So Y/n,” Molly began, making everyone turn to you, including George, who shot you a half smirk before picking up his pace, making you swallow harshly, “How are your lessons going?”

“They’re going quite well, Molly!” You replied, though your voice was slightly shaky, “I’m enjoying Care of Magical Creatures this year, there’s some interesting-“ you let out a half gasp as George suddenly pushed a finger into you, earning a few looks of concern.

“Are you okay, dear?” Molly asked, “Do you need me to get you anything?”

“Oh no! I’m fine, thank you! I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened there! But as I was saying, there’s some interesting creatures we’re learning about this year, so I’m really excited,” you smiled, hoping no one would be suspicious (nobody seemed to be, even Fred seemed preoccupied and wasn’t paying much attention, which you were thankful for.)

Hermione began talking about her own lessons, and you shot a warning glare over at George, who smiled innocently at you, as if he wasn’t currently fingering you under the table where his family were eating their evening meal. He added a second finger casually, bringing you closer to the edge.

He moved his fingers in and out, smirking to himself as he continuing eating his meal with one hand. He carried on for a couple of minutes and your hips began thrusting slightly towards his hand.

However, just as you clenched around him, he stopped what he was doing for a moment. You glared up at him, raising an eyebrow but he just shot you a lazy half smile, waiting for you to come back down a little before moving again, purposely teasing you.

Thankfully, the food was eaten quickly, meaning George had to stop. You were both grateful for that, and annoyed as you were now even more frustrated than before, as he hadn’t actually let you finish.

Soon after the plates were cleared, Molly ushered you all into the living room to sit down and wait for her to bring you all some hot chocolate. It was a tradition you adored usually, however since you were sat near your hot boyfriend who had now made you extremely sexually frustrated, you couldn’t wait for everyone to just go to bed.

George shared a couch with you, draping a blanket across both of your legs, and making sure you were comfy. You leant your head against his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

A few minutes later, you were all sat around the roaring fire, chatting together over your mugs of hot chocolate. You brought it up to your nose and revelled in the amazing smell, before taking your first sip. You had to admit, if there was one thing you loved about Christmas at the Weasleys, it was Molly’s hot chocolate.

You rested the mug on your knee, however nearly spilled some of your drink when you felt George’s free hand creep under the blanket and across your thigh. You tensed, still on edge from his antics at the dinner table - something that made him smile to himself, knowing you were getting just as worked up as he had been all week.

Placing a hand over his, you halted his actions, trying to push him away just a little, in order to be more decent. Undeterred, George decided to wait a couple of minutes before trying again. He placed his hand on the inside of your thigh, and then left it there, unmoving and right where you wanted him, making you shift uncomfortably.

You quickly drank your hot chocolate and placed it on the side table next to you, before looking over at George and raising an eyebrow at him. He grinned innocently just as he squeezed your inner thigh, making you press you lips together and it taking everything in you not to buck your hips against his hand.

Luckily, Hermione stood up soon after she’d finished her own drink, placing the mug on the table and stretching, “Thank you for the hot chocolate, Mrs Weasley, but I think I’m going to head up to bed. I’ve got a new book that I can’t wait to start!”

And then after Hermione, one by one, you noticed everyone bidding their goodnights and heading up the stairs and further into the burrow, until you realised it was just Molly and Arthur left. And after a while, even they retreated upstairs too - Molly ensuring you knew there was more food left in the kitchen if you wanted it - meaning you and George were finally alone.

“You tease!” You scolded, “Under the bloody table and then under a blanket when your family were literally less than a metre away from us? What were you thinking?”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it. It excited you, knowing they were there, didn’t it?” He said in a low tone, his eyes flickering down to your lips. You opened your mouth to reply but no words came out, knowing he wasn’t exactly wrong, and he knew it.

George bit his lip and gave one last glance up the stairs before bringing you into a rough kiss, pulling you onto him so you were straddling him on the couch.

It didn’t take long for you both to be breathing heavily, hot breaths hitting your face as he licked down your jaw.

He shifted under you, rolling his hips up into you, making the both of you groan, before you had to pull away a little.

“You sure you want to do it here?” You asked as you glanced up the stairs at where his family had disappeared to moments before.

“We’ve tried everywhere else, and kept being interrupted. Here, everyone is going to sleep. It’s our best chance,” George reasoned, running a finger along the waistband of your trousers.

“What if someone needs something from down here and catches us?” You asked, though you began leaning towards him to bring him into another kiss. He smirked back at you, “Isn’t that part of the fun?”

And you hated to admit it, but he was right. Something about the risk of being caught whilst being fucked by George was definitely appealing, and you looked up at him, biting your lip as you smiled, “I suppose so.”

That was all George needed to bring you back into a hot kiss, swirling his tongue around your mouth as you ground your hips down onto him, making him groan into your mouth. His hands gripped your waist pulling you against him further as one of yours ran through his hair, the other resting on his chest.

“I’ve waited too long for this,” he murmured against your lips, taking a quick breather to grab the hem of your sweater and helping you to pull it off, throwing it on the floor and leaving you in that lacy bra that George had been picturing the entire time he was sat at the table.

You reached round to unclip it but George stopped you, “Keep the bra on... and your knickers while you’re at it, I’m just gonna pull them to one side and fuck you whilst you’re wearing them.”

You moaned at the thought, grinding down onto his hard cock again, making him let out a shuddering breath. Pulling away for a moment, you stood up to take your trousers off, George doing the same. He then pulled off his underwear, his cock springing out, long and hard as he stroked himself a couple of times before sitting back down on the couch, pulling you down onto him again.

You could feel him against the lace of your underwear, and you circled your hips, making him groan against the skin of your neck, where he was pressing wet, open mouthed kisses, occasionally biting and sucking to elicit breathy moans from you.

“Look at you being all desperate for me,” George commented, watching as you kept bucking your hips against him, needy for the friction between your legs.

He reached down into your soaked underwear for the second time that evening, teasing your clit again before bringing his fingers up to his mouth to clean them off. He felt you grinding yourself down onto him and smirked to himself before deciding to move you a little to the right so you were now straddling his thigh, “Reckon you could come just from fucking my thigh, love?”

He jolted his leg a little, the skin of his muscular thigh moving against the material of your underwear and hitting you in just the right spot, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Merlin, you look so wickedly hot right now,” George breathed out, watching as you circled your hips around his thigh, eyes shut, head falling back as gasps fell from your pretty lips. At the back of his mind, he was aware that you couldn’t be much louder if you didn’t want to be caught, but Godric, did George love the sounds you were making.

“I’m close,” you gasped as he squeezed your hips, lifting his thigh a little to add more pressure. “That’s a good girl, I’m right here,” he murmured in your ear. Just a few minutes later, you felt the familiar feeling of pleasure washing over you, leaning your head onto George’s shoulders as he pressed kisses along the side of your neck.

“You looked so pretty coming for me like that, darlin’. Did you enjoy my thigh?” He murmured, sucking on a patch of skin below your ear. You nodded feebly, still seeing stars, and George smiled against your skin. He gave you a couple of minutes to bring your heart rate back to normal, however as soon as he felt your hips moving again, he leaned back with a smug expression and bit his lip, glancing from your dazed eyes to your swollen lips, “Are you ready for more, princess?”

All you could bring yourself to do was nod, finally satisfied from all the teasing he’d done to you over the course of the evening. He kissed you gently, a difference pace from a few moments previous, before thrusting his hips up to meet yours, enjoying the moan that escaped you as he hit your sensitive clit.

You felt him move your underwear to the side, and he lifted you up a little, allowing you slowly sink down onto him, making you both groan, enjoying the feeling of him being inside you again.

“You feel so bloody good, love,” he praised as you started to move up and down on his cock, circling your hips and falling into a rhythm as you rode him, “Taking me so well. My good girl.”

“George,” you breathed out, clutching his shoulders and he grabbed your hips to guide you. His head fell back, heavy breaths leaving his lips as you continued to ride him, both of you getting close - you from all the stimulation and him from his lack of.

You continued moving on him as he pushed his hips up to meet your thrusts. He sat up a little bit, causing him to go deeper, and you had to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out.

“You’re so good to me, love. I’m getting close,” he groaned, leaning forward to press kisses to the tops of your breasts, gently biting at one in order to leave a mark.

“Georgie you feel amazing, I’m-“ you finished your sentence with a groan as you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Come for me, darlin’,” he murmured into your neck, and you let your second orgasm of the night hit you, pleasure flowing through your body as your eyes closed and head fell back, clenching around him and moaning again as you felt George finish inside of you just as you began to come down from the high.

You both stayed there for a moment, the only sounds being the both of your heavy breathing as you tried to steady your heart rate.

And that’s when you heard the sound of the steps creaking and you froze, hands gripping onto George’s shoulders as your heart beat fast for a different reason this time, praying whoever it was wouldn’t find you in the position you were in currently - namely, sat on top of your boyfriend on his couch with him still inside you. You waited with bated breath, eyes shutting in anticipated embarrassment as he pulled the blanket around you in case he had to hide you.

“Will you two be a bit quieter? Some of us are trying to sleep!”

You exhaled at the sound of Fred’s voice hissing down from the top of the stairs, thanking Merlin it wasn’t Molly.

“Please just go back to the room, Fred,” George called back to his twin through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know, I kinda want a glass of water now I’m up...” Fred replied, and you heard him step down onto the next stair tauntingly.

“Fred!” George warned. “Fine, I’m going, I’m going!”

You heard him heading back up the creaky stairs and across to where you knew his room was before opening your eyes to look up at George, letting out a small giggle as he leant his forehead against your shoulder for a moment, before pulling you off of him carefully and standing up to grab a cloth for you, unable to keep himself from laughing too.

“You know he’s never going to let us forget this right?” You grinned in the dark, before grabbing the cloth from him.

“Might as well make it a night to remember then, huh?” George grinned cheekily, leaning against the nearby wall and crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes wandered down the veins in his lower arms before looking up at him, “What do you mean?”

“I’m thinking, round two, you sat on the kitchen counter, with my head between your legs. What do you say?” George smirked, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked you over.

You stood up quickly, grabbing his hand, “I say let’s go.”

“Well that didn’t take much convincing,” he followed you into the kitchen with a grin.

“Yeah well,” you replied as you reached the kitchen counter, him grabbing your waist and lifting you up onto it, standing between your legs,

“Right now I’d rather you use that tongue for something other than talking.”

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willow / fred weasley

ahhhhh the first addition to this series!! really hope you guys like it! make sure to let me know what you think, asks/reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3

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summary: hogwarts’ most popular playboy has made it very clear that you, his best friend, were not his type, seeing as you were crushing on him hard, you decide to take matters into your own hands

word count: 2k

warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of sex but not really, kissing, i think thats it but let me know if i missed anything <3

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“life was a willow and it bent right to you wind

they count me out time and time again

life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

but i come back stronger than a 90s trend”

Fred Weasley had made quite the name for himself in Hogwarts as of late. You loved the boy dearly but in simple terms he’d become something of a womaniser. It was lighthearted, for the most part, girls knew what they were getting into with Fred, it was black and white and completely unsentimental. With him, a snog was just a snog and a shag was just a shag, there was no confusion over whether or not there was something more there with Fred, there wasn’t and, you supposed, as a teenage girl that there was a certain appeal to that sort of physical transaction. Even though Fred was becoming increasingly hard to catch by himself without a random girl hanging from his arm, he was very particular about who he chose to keep as company on any given night.

Unfortunately for you, it seemed that the criteria was “anyone who isn’t Y/n”. This was made clear to you during a party in the Gryffindor common room while you were hanging out with Fred, George, Lee and Angelina. The five of you were taking up one of the comfy sofas towards the back of the crowded room, a bottle of fire whiskey was being passed between you all. Angelina had her head sleepily tucked into your shoulder, ever the lightweight, as she listened to the conversation the boys were having halfheartedly. George was sat to your right while Angelina was tucked against the arm of the chair to your left, his long arm stretched to wrap around both yours and Angelina’s shoulders. Fred sat on the right arm of the sofa with Lee slouched drunkenly beside George, it was fairly late and since the party had started pretty early after the day’s quidditch win, you were all fairly intoxicated when the dreaded topic of Fred’s gallivanting came about.

“Right, question for Fred,” Lee started, his words slightly slurred as he passed the bottle of fire whiskey to George, who took a long swig before handing the bottle to you and resting his cheek against the top of your head. You let out a small laugh, with Angelina resting on your shoulder and George close to sleep on your head you felt like the comfiest spot in the entire common room.

“Go for it, Jordan,” Fred said airily, his brown eyes glazed over as his stared at your form enveloped between George and Angelina, catching his gaze you outstretched your arm, offering him the alcohol only for him to shake his head and greet you with a soft smile, shifting his eyes back to Lee.

Lee, who always had a tendency to talk with his hands, waved his arms around nonsensically as he posed the question, “If you had to spend the rest of your life with one girl in our year who would it be? Excluding Y/n obviously.”

You sprung to life at that, disturbing Angie and George when you lurched forward to face Lee with a confused expression, “What? What do you mean excluding Y/n?”

Fred chuckled at your affronted expression and shook his head softly, “Don’t look so offended, love. He just means that you’re not really my type.”

You let out a scoff as Angie whined, sitting up with you only to wrap her arms around your middle and plop her head back down on your shoulder, muttering a druken, “Piss off, Freddie. You couldn’t get her anyway,” George snorted, obviously entertained by the whole thing while Lee looked like a child who just got caught staying up past bedtime.

“Ignoring the fact that I’m obviously way out of your league,” you started, glaring at Fred teasingly, “If I’m not your type then how come last night’s girl looked exactly like me?” You challenged raising an eyebrow. George let out a low whistle and Fred choked on air.

“She didn’t- she wasn’t-“ Fred stuttered and Angie groaned against your neck.

“Yea she did, Fredrick. She wasn’t even as gorgeous as our Y/n stop acting like a prat you’d be lucky to spend your life with her!” She ranted, glaring at him as best she could through her droopy eyelids.

“I agree with Angie, Y/n is obviously an exception because she’s simply too good for our resident fuckboy,” George added as you and Fred entered into some kind of staring contest.

Lee snatched the fire whiskey from your hand and took a quick shot, “Alright, alright calm down! Here is my professional commentary; Y/n is not included because Freddie dearest doesn’t know how to deal with feelings and, as we all know, Y/n is a whirlwind- in a good way of course- however Freddie can only think with his dick so he would only get lost in her current.”

“Oi!” Fred shouted indignantly, pouting childishly before hopping off his seat and shoved his twin away from you, he squeezed himself into the space beside you and looked at you seriously, his cheeks flushed due to, what you thought was, his intoxicated state, “You’re not included because you’re my best mate and I’ll spend the rest of my life with you anyway I just think, you know, romantically you're not my type...” That stung. The alcohol in your system wasn’t working nearly as hard as Angie’s as she was reaching across your body and smacking Fred across the chest clumsily before you could even fully digest his words.

“Fred-“ smack, “Weasley-“ smack, “You-“ smack, “Are-“ smack, “such a-“ smack, “Twat!” The slaps she delivered were weak and didn’t do much besides cause Fred to fall into a state of utter confusion, “Romantically you’re not my type,” you, George and Lee snickered at Angie’s imitation of Fred’s voice, while Fred continued to stare at Angelina with a lost expression as she went on, “So a loyal, trustworthy, considerate, girlfriend isn’t your type? Hm? Well good because just because you said that you can never ever have her because she’s mine!”

“Alright, Angie. I think it’s time for bed,” you mumbled through a laugh, she was always a combative drunk and you usually found it quite funny but you didn’t need anymore reminding that your hopeless crush really was hopeless. When you stood up you howled out a laugh when Angie hopped up behind you, still glaring at Fred she smacked your ass, slung her arm around your shoulder and slurred, “Yeah. Let’s go, sexy,” George and Lee fell into a fit of laughter as you led Angie towards the stairs.

“I love you girls!” George called through his laughter, Lee hummed in agreement.

“Love you, Georgie. Love you, Lee!” You replied.

“I love you too!” Angie shouted over you.

Fred was still lost when you disappeared up the stairs with his, very drunk, teammate, “What the fuck just happened?”

“Your stupid ’Y/n is off limits’ rule has finally caught up to you. You’ve lost her to Angie.” George chuckled and Fred shoved him halfheartedly.

“Shut up. All that this proves is that I’m no good for her.” He said, bitterly taking a swig from the bottle in his hands. It was no secret to either of the boys that Fred was head over heels for you. He would’ve followed you anywhere, however, it seemed as though every time he spoke to you the less he even knew what he was trying to say; take that night as an example. You were exactly his type. In every way. But Lee was right when he said Fred wasn’t good at dealing with his emotions, whereas you seemed to hold an ocean of feelings and insights to life that Fred would actively drown in if he could.

“She likes you Fred, you know how she is when she wants something. Tell her no, she’ll only come back stronger. She’ll crack you eventually, ‘specially with Angie in her corner,” George informed his brother, reminding him of your unmatched determination.

True enough, you had always played to win and often did everything in your power to complete a challenge and come out on top. Fred wasn’t an idiot, he knew you fancied him, he fancied you too, who wouldn’t? But there were times that he’d be with you and this feeling of home would wash over him- he couldn’t risk losing you or that feeling you brought about, he’d be completely hollow. Besides, chasing girls who reminded him of you would keep him satisfied for the time being, surely. Surely not apparently.

George was right when he said you wouldn’t give up, in the last few days Fred found himself wishing you were his and he just knew you were doing things to make him crazy on purpose. You were, of course. He couldn’t deny that you were a force of nature all on your own, but wow, you were indeed a whirlwind when you acted with intention.

It had started with fleeting touches whenever you were close enough to achieve it. Gentle brushes of your fingertips against his while you walked alongside each other in the halls, quickly progressed into your hand gripping his bicep every time you spoke to him, then onto biting your lip whenever you were aware of his gaze. Ignoring the growing frustration within him only grew harder when you’d approach him, like clockwork, each night before he’d get busy with whoever it happened to be that night. You’d casually brush your hand down his arm, pull your lip between your teeth, wink and tell him to, “have fun”, and he would, purely because he’d have that image of you seared into his head the entire time.

Playing dirty was never something Fred would normally get on board with, however, the second he noticed you lapping up the attention you were receiving from one of the, admittedly handsome, Ravenclaw boys; Fred decided that you were in fact the one prize he’d cheat to win.

“Fuck this,” he’d muttered, causing his twin to raise an eyebrow at him. They’d only just sat down for breakfast yet Fred was already cursing out the day.

Ginny had heard him too, the youngest Weasley gave Fred a bored look, “What’s wrong with you?”

Fred let out an agitated huff through his nose, glaring menacingly at the tall brunette boy, who was sitting far too close to you for Fred’s liking. George’s laugh broke him out of his trance and he heard his brother snicker out a sarcastic, “So the penny’s finally dropped, has it?”

“Piss off, George,” Fred grumbled, his lips forming a scowly as the boy placed his hand on your knee under the table.

“For Merlin’s sake, Fred. Would you just ask her out already? I’m sick of you,” Ginny complained, Fred was her brother and she loved him but this? This was ridiculous.

“Rude, Gins. You better watch it or I’ll tell mum you’re misbehaving,” Fred joked, halfheartedly while Ginny raised a challenging eyebrow.

“Try it, Fred. I’ll tell her that you’re being a git and ruining her chances of having Y/n as a daughter-in-law.” Ginny threatened. Fred shook his head, determination flooding his body.

He stood from his spot hastily, and all but marched up to you and the boy who currently occupied your attention, “Oi, can I steal you for a minute, love?” Before you could even answer, you were being pulled from your seat by Fred’s strong grip on your hand.

The boy pulled you along until you were out of earshot of the Great Hall and away from the prying eyes of the nosy student body.

“Can I help you, Freddie?” You asked sweetly, too sweetly.

Fred’s hands slid against your sides before settling contently on your waist, he shook his head in disbelief as he spoke, “You’re something else, do you know that?”

Butterflies rumbled in your stomach in response to his newfound proximity and burning gaze. It took everything in you to bite back a triumphant yell as you managed a wicked grin. “What I am is exactly your type, Fred Weasley.”

“You’re bloody right you are,” he muttered, impatient desire fuelling him as he brought his lips to yours, tugging you closer by the waist and kissing you with so much desperation that you were starting to think snogging Fred Weasley wasn’t as open and shut as you’d previously thought.

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Hey I love your work and Idk if your taking requests but if you are could you do a oneshot where Harry and y/n have planned to have the perfect birth plan but then coronavirus happens and they have to have the baby in their own home. Stay safe - anon ❤️❤️

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Didn’t mean for this one to be so long and I most definitely hate the end, but here she is! Take care and TPWK.

Harry’s eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning when he felt his girlfriend’s phone vibrating against the cool, granite countertop where they were currently eating breakfast in their vacation home in California. What started out as a last-minute getaway to soak up the remaining time they had before they would welcome their first little bub into the world turned into a rather long stint, as a pandemic had quickly swept the world off its feet and ceased all travel. They were stuck, everyone was stuck, and Y/N was eight months pregnant. 

The phone call they’d been waiting on, the one happening right now that was causing Harry to nervously bounce his foot against the metal support beam on his chair, would determine whether or not it was safe for the two of them to return to London so Y/N could give birth alongside Harry and her regular doctor. They’d been stuck inside for so long that they’ve had time to talk about literally everything -- about reupholstering the chairs in the living room, about their childhood friends and secrets they kept for them, about if pineapple belonged on pizza and if chips and salsa is considered a meal. Harry and Y/N talked about a lot, but what they hadn’t discussed, was the possibility of giving birth to their son thousands of miles away from their families and the doctors they were most comfortable with. It was always understood between both of them that in spite of the state of the world, things would always work out for them; they’d get approved for travel and be home in England before her due date. They’d have the most perfect baby boy in the most perfect way imaginable. 

They were right, but only about the first part.

He watched her fumble with the gemstone ring that adorned her middle finger as she answered the phone call with her other hand. The stone matched the birth-month of their unborn son. Harry had gotten it for her that Christmas and she hadn’t taken it off since. She anxiously chewed on the skin of her bottom lip, still quite swollen from sleep. Harry’s heartbeat sounded like it was hurling towards his eardrums at a rapid pace, soon becoming all he could make sense of due to how important this phone call was.

Y/N wouldn’t have to repeat to Harry what the doctor told her on the phone, because the look on her face said everything he needed to know.

“It’s just not safe for anyone, especially pregnant women, to travel right now. You’re not facing any special circumstances that would warrant the need to leave the country, so we’re asking that you meet with one of our partnering hospitals to find a doctor in LA that can prepare you to give birth.”

“Yeah, I understand.” she was able to get out as a wave of salty tears spilled onto her cheeks.

She reached for Harry’s hand that laid protectively over her swollen stomach, squeezing her sweaty palm against his own as their fears were confirmed; they had to have the baby here and not in London with their family.

“Thank you so much. I’ll, uhm, give you a call back when I’m ready to schedule our next appointment...Yeah, you too. Bye.”

Y/N paid no mind to her surroundings after that, quick to wiggle herself off of the barstool and abandon the almond milk yogurt and her cell phone as she made a beeline for the bedroom her and Harry shared.

“Baby, wha-”

“Just need a minute,” her blubbers were hardly decipherable as she carried herself down the hall, but Harry was quick to follow.

“Nope,” Harry interjected, walking through the doorway just as she had collapsed into the plush mattress with her head in her hands.

“Yeh don’t get t’ do this by yourself.”

He hushed and cooed her as he climbed towards her from the foot of the bed, not leaving an inch of space between them when he laid down beside her. Not a second was wasted when he got his hands on her, pressing kisses to her forehead and thumbing away each tear that cascaded down her cheek. She was already a sensitive one -- add pregnancy into the mix and a couple of meltdowns like this were bound to happen.

“Come back t’ me, lovie. Please,” Harry pleaded, his voice soft and tender against the heart-wrenching sounds of her cries.

“I just - I can’t do this. Not here,” Y/N hiccupped. 

“Sure you can,” Harry quipped through his own frets about becoming a father in a country he didn’t particularly consider to be home.

“We’ll have mum ship all of his stuff over here. We’ll make sure we’ve got everything we need. We’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know any of those doctors at the hospital. We don’t even know our neighbors here for Christ’s sake,” her voice was hoarse and strained.

Her words struck Harry as hurtful, but true. But he was quite the optimist, and wouldn’t dare let his girl be sad. With everything in his power, he would spend his last breath trying to make her happy and see that smile that he loved so much.

“Honey,” he began, “I know this is not easy. ‘M not gonna pretend like I know how you’re feeling, but I know that, as shit as this situation is, we’ll have our son by the end of it. Tha’s worth goin’ through just about anything, isn’t it?”

Y/N nodded through deep breaths, slowly relaxing into Harry’s touch.

“We could even have him here, if yeh want. Takes the worry about gettin’ sick at the hospital out of th’ way. Yeh can do whatever yeh want, however yeh want. And I’d be right there with yeh the whole time.”

She seemed to ease up significantly at the thought of a home birth, as Harry could tell just by the look on her face that she seemed less upset at the thought of not being able to give birth in London and more so intrigued by what he’d just mentioned.

“Y-You think we could do that?”

“Absolutely,” Harry answered in a whisper, “‘M sure it’s just a few phone calls and we’ll can have it all sorted out.”

“I like that idea,” her voice was muffled as she leaned in to kiss Harry’s wrist that still held on to either side of her face.

“Me too, now tha’ I think about it. He’ll already be safe at home the second he’s out.”

“This isn’t home,” Y/N pouted as she wormed her way out of Harry’s grasp and settled herself on top of his chest, baby bump pressing impossibly close into Harry’s torso.

Harry sighed as he welcomed his girl into his embrace, using the hand that wasn’t wrapped around her shoulder to cradle her stomach.

“’S more of a home than it isn’t a home. We’ve got memories here,” Harry reminded her.

“We’ve done birthdays and anniversaries here. Couple of New Years Eve parties I think... Shagged in every room too if I’m not mistaken.”

That earned a laugh from Y/N, her taught belly jiggling slightly against Harry’s.

“Even the attic,” she exhaled.

“Even the attic. Couldn’t help it though. Yeh ass looked way too good in those shorts when we were moving the furnit-”

“I get it. Don’t need to be reminded of how I used to look before this happened,” she said, gesturing to her bump.

“Erm, your ass still looks plenty sexy if that's what you’re sayin’,” Harry almost looked offended.

“In fact, I’d say yeh look even sexier now than yeh did back then.”

“Yeah, it’s cos you’re a narcissist and me being pregnant with your son is feeding your ego.”

Harry’s childish laugh was like the cooling balm that soothed the blistering phone call she’d received not twenty minutes prior, melting away any sadness or despair she held in her heart. 

A peaceful quietness took over them, neither of them feeling like there was much to be said. Maybe they wouldn’t be having the most ideal experience into first-time parenthood, but they were together and they had each other, stupid jokes and annoying habits included. And that’s all they needed.

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Three out of Ten - Fred Weasley

Title: Three out of Ten Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Fred loves having his girlfriend work at the shop, but some days are significantly *ahem* harder than others Warning: No explicit sexy times but there is some heavy making out and illusions to sex. A/N: the summary is shit but that’s pretty much expected from me at this point lmao. This is for an anon who wanted Fred’s girlfriend having a difficult time walking while working at the shop. Feedback is always welcome, and request are open! Tags: @feltondarling​ @pandaxnienke​ @raerae27​ 

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“Good morning, beautiful,” Fred murmurs as Y/N starts to stir in her sleep. The sunlight is peaking in through the curtains in their bedroom, signaling that it’s time for them both to get up and start their day.

Y/N groans, snuggling further into Fred’s warm embrace. “Five more minutes, Freddie,” she pleads her lips brushing against the bare skin of his chest.

“Tired you out last night did I?” Fred teases with a chuckle. He watches as Y/N’s cheeks flush pink and he leans down to press a kiss to the top of her head.

“Eh it was alright. I’d give it a three out of ten,” Y/N jokes, pulling away so she can look up at Fred. She laughs when Fred’s mouth downturns into a deep frown, causing Fred to dig his fingers into her side and start tickling her.

“You wanna make jokes and laugh?” he asks, rolling them over so Y/N is underneath him. “I can make you laugh.”

Y/N giggles wildly as Fred tickles her, squirming to try and get away from him. “Oh,” she gasps suddenly when a pain shoots through her lower body.

Fred immediately stops poking at her sides and sits up, reaching out to cup her cheek. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, Freddie,” Y/N chuckles, reaching up to smooth out the worry lines in his forehead. “I’m just a uh, bit sore from last night as all,” she admits with a blush.

“From only a three out of ten?” he teases with a cheeky grin, far too pleased with himself. “Can’t imagine what you’re like the night after a ten out of ten.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and pushes Fred off of her. “Considering that’s never happened I guess we’ll never know,” she jokes.

Fred slaps Y/N on the thigh lightly before pulling her into a brief kiss. “You’re going to regret that later.”

“Gonna try for a four out of ten tonight?” she asks with a laugh, rolling away from the pillow Fred tosses at her.

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Fred watches with a smirk as Y/N creeps down the stairs into the shop a little bit later. It’s still a few minutes from opening, but Fred had escaped downstairs a tad earlier than normal to avoid watching Y/N limp around the flat as she got ready for work. Not only does seeing her struggle to walk from how hard he had given it to her the previous night make him proud, it also turns him on. He gets off on watching Y/N cry from pleasure as he ruins her every night, and to see the after effects of it the next day has left a problem in his trousers that is sure to scare customers away.

“You feeling alright, Y/N?” George asks as Y/N finally reaches the shop floor. She had let out a small noise as she stepped off the final stair, her hand gripping her side.

“She’s fine, Georgie,” Fred answers with a chuckle, sending his brother a wink. “Just a bit of a rough night, she didn’t get much sleep.” Y/N’s cheeks flush pink and she flips her boyfriend off.

George pretends to gag as he looks between the two of them. “I don’t even know why I asked. It’s you two of course it was some weird sex thing.” George grimaces as he heads away from them to unlock the front door.

“You’re going to traumatize your poor brother,” Y/N scolds as she shuffles over towards Fred.  

“It’s nothing he hasn’t heard before,” Fred says with a laugh, placing his hands on Y/N’s hips. He starts to massage them lightly, causing Y/N to let out a satisfied groan. “There was that time we forgot the silencing charm, remember?” he asks with a wink.

“Mm, how could I forget. Your first ever five out of ten,” she teases, pulling Fred’s face down to kiss him briefly.

Fred pouts, but it immediately turns into a smile when Y/N kisses him again. “You’re such a brat.” The bell above the shop door jingles as a few customers walk in and Fred gives Y/N a soft pat on the ass. “Take care of the till for a bit, yeah? You’ll be able to sit and uh, take a rest.”

“How gracious of you, sir.” Y/N giggles as Fred’s eyes narrow at her. She knows that it turns Fred on to no end that he’s her boss at work, and Y/N loves pushing that button when there’s nothing he can do about it. She presses one last kiss to Fred’s cheek before heading towards the register, making sure to add more of a limp to her step for Fred to enjoy as he watches her walk away.

-

“How much longer until we close?” Fred groans, his eyes following Y/N’s every move. Her walking ability has gotten better throughout the day, but her knees still quiver, and her legs still shake every few steps and Fred can’t look away. Y/N reaches up to put something back on a shelf and Fred has to hold in a moan as her shirt rides up her back.

“Keep it in your pants,” George teases. “We’ve still got three more hours until closing.”

Fred sighs, placing his head in his hands. “Is this what it feels like to be tortured? Just put me out of my misery, Georgie. Please.” Fred winces when George slaps him on the back of the head. “What was that for?” he asks with a glare.

“It was for you being an idiot,” George answers casually. “Watching you drool over your girlfriend is one thing, but I draw the line at pining. Now go do something useful, maybe the day will go by faster if you actually get some work done.”

Thankfully for Fred the store is a bit slow, and their other floor employees are able to handle the few customers roaming around, making it easy for him to follow Y/N into the back storeroom. He creeps in behind her and shuts the door, grinning at her when she turns around in surprise.

“Merlin Freddie you scared me,” Y/N scolds, playfully smacking him in the arm. “I didn’t hear you come up behind me.”

“That was kind of the point,” he muses, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist. He pulls her into his chest so he can kiss her hard.

“We’re supposed to be working, Fred,” Y/N reminds him with a gasp as his lips bite and nip at her neck. She lets her hands tangle in his hair, moaning as Fred starts to suck on her sensitive skin. Fred’s hands start to travel up the back of her shirt, and Y/N has to take a deep breath to keep focused. “I’ve got whizbangs to restock,” Y/N pants as Fred’s hands threaten to creep under her bra.

Fred kisses Y/N deeply, digging his fingers into her back. “I’ve got a whizbang for you handle,” he suggests with a wink. Fred grabs one of Y/N’s hands and starts to bring it to his crotch when the door to the storeroom slams open, causing both of them to shout and jump apart.

“Sorry if I wasn’t clear before, Fred,” George starts as he grabs the color of Fred’s suitcoat. “But when I told you to do some actual work, I meant restock some shelves or help a customer, not shag your girlfriend in our storeroom!”

Fred grins at Y/N as George drags him out of the small room. “We’ll continue this later!”

-

“Fucking finally,” Fred sighs in relief as he leans on his bedroom door.

“Long day?” Y/N teases from her spot on the bed, not bothering to look up from the copy of Witch Weekly she’s flipping through.

After George had interrupted their storeroom make out session he kept a close eye on Fred to make sure he stayed on task, much to Fred’s disappointment. Business in the store picked up towards the end of the day, and Fred barely got a chance to look at Y/N, let alone admire her as she worked. Y/N ended up grabbing dinner with Hermione and Ginny while Fred and George worked on some administrative stuff after the shop closed, and they had still been at it when she arrived back home. Y/N had just barely gotten changed into her pajamas and into bed when she heard the front door close behind Fred and George.

“Longest day in the bloody world,” Fred responds as he starts to loosen his tie. Y/N watches from the corner of her eye as Fred gets undressed, her eyes traveling over every inch of skin that he exposes. “No thanks to you, by the way. You’re too damn sexy, Y/N, it’s distracting.”

Y/N laughs and finally tosses the magazine away as Fred crawls up their bed towards her. He’s in nothing but his boxers and her hands run down his bare back as Fred settles on top of her. “Sorry, love. I’ll try and be less sexy from now on.”

“Don’t you dare,” Fred growls, kissing her messily.

Y/N moans against Fred’s mouth, her nails lightly dragging down his back. She lets Fred’s tongue in to explore her mouth as his hands shove the bottom of her shirt up so he can grip her sides. “Too bad George interrupted us earlier today. I was aching for you, Freddie. It was so hot thinking about the fact that the whole store was just outside the door while we were in there.”

“Holy hell,” Fred groans, pulling away so he can look at Y/N. “Are you feeling better?” he asks, squeezing her sides. When Y/N nods Fred grins wickedly. “Good, because we’re shooting for a ten out of ten tonight.”

-

When Y/N’s eyes flutter open the next morning Fred’s laying on his side, head propped up so he can look down at her. “You’re such a creep,” Y/N teases as she stretches her limbs out. Her bottom half is significantly sorer than it was yesterday, and she bites her lip to hide her pain.

“So? What’s the verdict?” Fred asks before leaning down to give her a peck.

Y/N looks up at him, a mischievous grin on her face. “I’d say a solid three and a half out of ten. Better luck next time, Freddie.”

#fred weasley #Fred Weasley imagine #Fred Weasley fanfiction #fw #golden

[stuartpotlover]

heyyy guys!!!! here’s an interesting fic i wrote, it’s from the POV of paula cracker during phase one. there is a little smut so be warned! it’s kinda short, sorry.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I gave Murdoc a chance. He’s handsome, tall, and perfectly sexy. Stu’s cute, don’t get me wrong, but Murdoc is on a whole other level. In fact, I should go see what he’s doing now. I made my way over to the side of Kong where his room was, only to see him heading to the bathroom. This was my chance. With a sly smile, I quietly followed him to the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

I didn’t say a word as I walked behind Murdoc. I slowly ran my manicured hand down his back. He shivered and spun his head around to face me. The second he saw me, he smiled very wide. He got closer with each passing second. Eventually, our lips met, and he grabbed me by the hips and led me into the stall. I like where this is going.

We made out for a few seconds before Murdoc ran his hands along my body. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him in closer, our bodies now touching. He squeezed my hips one last time before he stopped. He slowly trailed his hand down my pants, then stopped. He looked in my eyes, asking for permission to continue. I nodded. This was going to be fun.

After letting him touch me a little, neither of us said a word as we discarded our clothing. I got rid of my clothes rather quickly, but Murdoc was being as slow as a turtle. I waited impatiently, deciding to touch myself in the meantime. I slowly began to touch myself, unable to help the sounds escaping my mouth. Murdoc finished undressing and watched me touch myself for a little before he pushed me against the wall and kissed me once more, his hands wandering all over my body.

After he fingered me for a few minutes to prepare me for what was coming, we decided on the Driving The Peg Home position. He pushed me against the wall and lifted me up, then I wrapped my legs around him. He slowly pushed himself all the way inside of me, stopping to let me enjoy the final moments before he fucked the life out of me. ‘Can I move now?’ He asked in a slightly annoyed tone. ‘Mhmm.’

I started to breathe heavier as I got closer and closer to my orgasm. I firmly gripped onto Murdoc’s back, earning a grunt from him. He was going at a good pace. Not too fast, and not too slow. My extra firm grip on his back must let him know that I was getting closer, because he started going a lot faster. We must have been pretty loud, because all of a sudden the door flung open to reveal a fuming Russel and a disheveled, sad Stu-Pot.

‘Man, what the hell are you two doing!?’ Russel seemed greatly displeased that he had just caught his best friend’s girlfriend shagging another man. We immediately stopped, horrified at the sight. We got out of position and started to put our clothes back on. Murdoc was half dressed when he began. ‘Listen, Russ, I can explain,’ Murdoc managed to spit out. ‘Me and-‘ Murdoc was cut off by a big, strong, fist lunging towards his face and breaking his nose.

I was standing there, mortified as Russel towered over Murdoc after breaking his nose. I felt so guilty but at the same time, I couldn’t have possibly resisted that sexy bassist. Slowly, I pulled on the rest of my clothing and quietly left the room after being yelled at by Russel to leave. 2D was standing there, uncontrollably crying. I didn’t bother to even make eye contact with him. I made my way over to the recording studio as fast as possible and packed my things. So long, Gorillaz, it was nice while it lasted.

#murdoc niccals #murdoc gorillaz #paula cracker #stuart pot #2d gorillaz #russel hobbs #russel gorillaz #gorillaz #phase one

[watermelonsugar2612]

THE TRIP 'ALONE'

i got this random idea for a drabble and thought it was so hinny. so there we go:

“Ginny Potter. Be safe! Call me as soon as you get there! Face-time me twice a day, I love you,” Harry said standing at the airport, his hands on my shoulders, shaking me after every sentence. Fuck. He looked so hot. He stepped closer, and murmured in my ear, “If I see a single scratch anywhere on your body when you are back, I swear the person who gave it to you should be ready to die,” he growled and pulled away. Shit, I was shivering. Oh, by the way, I was going to my cousin’s house for her wedding. I was going for 4 days and this goodbye speech was getting me (extremely) riled up. He wasn’t coming because he had some important Auror stuff to do. This place was only a few hours away on the road and 45 minutes away by flight. This was my first trip alone after marriage. It has been 4 months of our marriage. All 4 of these months we had driven everyone around us crazy with our PDA. According to mum the newlywedly love was supposed to reduce after two months, but everyday, we were going at it like it was our honeymoon. “Boarding starts in 5 minutes…” he said looking at the board, “You’re staying at your cousin's place right?” He was just saying normal sentences, how could a man have this impact on me. “Y-Yeah, I’m staying at my c-cousin’s,” I cleared my throat and replied. He looked back and smirked. He said with genuinity in his eyes, “I’ll miss you, unimaginably, for everything,” his smirk softened and an announcement was made that my flight was ready to be boarded. “I’ll miss you too Harry. I love you!” I said with a cracking voice (not because I was crying; because I was extremely ‘wet’ somewhere else). I kissed him full on the lips. Pulled away (after idk how long; probably too long; the people were giving us the eyes when we stopped), took my suitcase from his hand and started walking. “CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU LAND! I LOVE YOU GINNY POTTER!” he almost screamed when I walked a few steps away.

My flight landed right on time. I met Bill (who was there to pick me up) at the airport and I ran to hug him. On our way out, we got ice-cream and burgers and we took the long way to her house. It was pretty large and had a lot of rooms. We went inside and I congratulated my cousin. Met everyone around and settled into my room. Tonight we were going out for dinner. I took a bath and freshened up. It had been about 2 hours since I had been here. I opened my phone to check my messages and realised it was dead. I didn’t pay much mind and plugged it in. I went out all ready to party and remembered I had to call Harry. I thought it wasn’t a big deal and just went on with my ministrations. We were all caught up at home and it was time to leave for dinner. By this time I had forgotten all about calling Harry, assuming I had already done so. Almost everyone was already out and in the cars. I went upstairs and grabbed my phone. I opened the main door, “WHAT?!” I screamed. There he was, standing there looking angry and tired. I had butterflies in my stomach but it was erupting with anger too. I stopped a little blush from coming to my cheeks. “You’re okay,” he sighed and hugged me. I literally threw him away. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU HARRY JAMES POTTER!?” I said, extremely loudly. They heard me shout and Bill, George, Angelina and Aunt Muriel ran downstairs. “You didn’t call me, or take any of my calls. You didn’t call for an entire hour, I was scared and I drove here,” he said with equal anger. “ARE YOU CRAZY? You drove here because I didn’t call you! That is so rhetorical Harry Potter!” I shouted back. “Gin, I was worried! It was impulsive, sorry, I know it's not okay, I was worried okay?!” he said, and tried to grab my hand but I stepped away. “You could’ve called one of my brothers, but you didn’t have the decency to do that, did you? You could’ve waited another hour!” I said back as he tried to hold my arm again, I didn’t let him and took another step back. “Gin, don’t make a scene let’s talk about it, somewhere else, hmm?” he said, somehow sounding angry and calm at the same time. “Yeah let's ‘talk about it,” I said, making air quotes and walking away to my room. He followed behind. I was so irritated by this man right now. This was honestly so embarrassing and the fact that Bill, Angelina, Aunt Muriel and all, saw it happen! I opened the door to my room and walked inside. He took a step inside being a few steps away from me. He closed the door and cast a silencing charm. “That was so fucking embarrassing Harry! Didn’t a single rational thought cross your mind before you drove all the way here, to check if I was okay nonetheless?! I’m not a bloody child, I can take care of myself. Didn’t it occur to you that I was caught up so I couldn’t call? You have got to stop being so overprotective!” I screamed. “You know what, forgive me that I’m so in love with you I don’t have a single rational thought when it comes to you. Forgive me that I can’t stand the thought of being without you for 4 days. Forgive me for showing up today. Forgive me for being so fucking impulsive. Forgive me that I care about you so much and would never forgive myself if anything happened to you!” he growled and pinned me to the wall. Not gonna lie, I was extremely turned on by this. His speech, and the fact that he left work and drove all the way here to only check if I was okay. He looked so genuine, so hot, while he had me pinned. One of his hands above my head, our bodies stuck together and our mouth inches apart. God, was this sexy. Fights were like foreplay to us, we got mad, we screamed, something (much like the thing going on right now; the whole pinned to the wall thing) happened and we ended up naked. Don’t get me wrong, we’d just shagged once today, in the morning. It was pretty miraculous that we were able to stop after round 1, knowing that we wouldn’t be able to shag for another 4 days. I lightly brushed my lips against his and said into his mouth, “I’m sorry to scream at you, I understand Potter. It was a big step that you took, driving all

the way here, so macho of you. Even though I fail to admit it, it was extremely hot when you came back. Looked so genuine and sexy, just perfect,” I said and bit his bottom lip. His phone rang, suddenly. Way to spoil the moment, stupid muggle device. He picked up and stayed on the line listening for a moment. “DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND! MY WIFE WAS NOT ALRIGHT-” he shouted, waited a minute, “Thanks for understanding, I’ll see you Monday,” he put the phone down. “What happened to your wife?” I said leaning against the wall with a smirk. “Oh! She’s very sick! Very far away from me too!” he replied, taking a step forward and pinning my back again. “Is she now?” I grinned and he bit my lip hard. “Not anymore,” he grinned. “Well, sorry for showing up unannounced. I just can’t deny myself a chance to see your beautiful face and do this,” he said, kissing me passionately on the lips. I thought I would melt. Even though it hadn't been too long we’d gone without kissing and we could go longer, I was craving this feeling so much. God. This man would be the end of me, he had so much impact on me for the tiniest things, I don’t know how we would go without this for 4 days. We would probably be at it for an entire day afterward. I switched positions wanting to take control but he had other plans. He threw me onto the bed and climbed on top of me.

We were going at it, hard and fast when we heard the door open with a creak. Fuck. Not one of my brothers please. “I did not just see my sister’s arse.” Bill whined and shut his eyes. Oh my god. Harry quickly pulled out and I ran into the bathroom. He covered his lower body with the bedsheet which was still folded and on the foot of the bed. “Bill, uh- I- you- a-are you okay?” I heard Harry stutter. “Are you decent yet?” Bill said with his back faced toward Harry. “Y-Yeah,” Harry hesitated and Bill turned forward. “I thought you were fighting?” he asked with widened eyes. “Uh, y-yeah we solved that,” Harry said, shoving his glasses up, “We’ll be down i-in a few minutes.” He finished and Bill made a disgusted face and left. “Gin! He’s gone,” Harry said and I walked out in a towel, “This is so not good. I’m going back to London, your brothers are going to kill me.” I looked down at him. “No, you’re staying, I’ll handle them,” I replied. “Gin, they’re going to-” I cut him off with a kiss and pulled away after a few seconds, “Is it such a surprise that we shag? We’re married, Harry. For god’s sake. We’ve been caught shagging by almost everyone, even when we were not married. It’s not our fault we can’t keep our hands off each other.” I said and kissed him again. He grinned into the kiss and bit my lip.

We finished our shenanigans in a matter of minutes, got dressed and went downstairs, hand in hand with Harry. “Dinner?” I asked my brothers cheerfully. “Sure sis,” George said and grinned. After a very awkward dinner, me and Harry departed to our room. This trip ‘alone’ sure was worth it.

#hinny drabble #hinny au #post war hinny #married hinny #hinny fic #harry x ginny #ginny potter #harry james potter #domestic hinny

[babbushka]

Good evening to you Mrs.Zimmerman! ( tell flip i say hi) i was wondering if you could please write something about flip's darling wife feeling a little insecure about herself after giving birth to baby Zimmerman, and him just showering her with kisses and cuddles and love because she sexy. <3

(1.2k, cw: baby zimmerman, discussions of postpartum symptoms, mention of gross bodily functions, but mostly a lot of fluff)

Flip’s turning down the covers in your bedroom late one night, waiting for you to make the short trip from the bathtub to the bed. It’s been six weeks since you gave birth to his second child, a happy healthy baby girl this time. She was asleep in her bassinet finally, and though you were both sure she’d wake you up in a couple hours with her hungry cries, for now, Flip decides he’s going to make the most of that in-between time with some much needed wife-pampering.

He ordered dinner to be delivered from your favorite place down the street, and you both cozied up on the couch like teenagers with your takeout containers. After an evening of conversation and playtime until your son is so tuckered out that he falls asleep right there on the shag rug by the fire, and your daughter fast asleep, Flip filled up a bubble bath for the two of you to unwind in.

Now that the water had run cold, he helped you up and handed you plush towels and your robe, before going ahead to turn down the covers, awaiting your return. 

But when you do, it’s with an expression that says you’re on the verge of tears. At once, he’s making his way to go stand in front of you, his hands rubbing soothing motions on your arms.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Flip frowns, thinking that maybe he had done something wrong, thinking that he had messed something up during the evening.

But you just shake your head and your chin pinches in, and Flip understands.

“Nothin’, just you know…everything.” You whine.

“Well that narrows it down.” Flip smiles sheepishly, trying to get your spirits up. Making you laugh was one of those things that cured all ailments, Flip knew this after a lifetime of loving you. But when you just sigh and sniffle, he takes your hand. “Come here.”

Leading you to the bed where he’s artfully arranged a mountain of pillows, he helps you into bed, quickly shuffling over to his side and opening his arms for you. You turn into his embrace, shoving your face into the spot right below his chin, letting out a shuddering breath. Flip kisses the top of your head and rubs your back, wanting to exude nothing but calm and comfort.

“Talk to me ketsl.” He murmurs gently, and you sigh long and low, a sigh that Flip feels in his own chest.

“I forgot how much being postpartum sucks shit.” You mumble, voice muffled by your face pressed against him.

“Mmhm.” He encourages, still simply kissing every part of you that he can reach, small presses of his lips, his arms holding you securely.

“Like, they just don’t tell you about a lot of this, you know? Sure they warn you about the depression, but neglect to tell you about the cramps and the bleeding and how come my feet are still so big? Hello? That wasn’t in the rulebook. Don’t even get me started on how sore my tits are -- you know she bit my nipple earlier today? What the fuck is that about?” You complain with fervor, and Flip has to bite back a smile because that’s the woman he knows and loves. You must be able to tell, because you pinch his side and grumble, “It’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.” Flip tries, and you huff out a chuckle.

“Okay it’s a little funny.” You admit, your smile barely a ghost on your lips before fading with another sigh. “Mostly though, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more unattractive in my life.”

That startles him, that admission. Flip frowns, pets his hand through your hair and thinks about that. In the six weeks that it’s been since your daughter made her grand debut to the world, Flip has been a little preoccupied with making sure everyone is safe and healthy and happy. It never once occurred to him, that you would feel unattractive, and all of a sudden, shame burns in his chest, because what kind of husband lets his wife go on thinking she’s not the most beautiful thing in the world?

Flip rolls you both over so that you’re resting on your sides, facing one another on the pillow. You aren’t insecure often, but the more Flip thinks about it, the more it makes sense. He’ll just have to prove it to you then, he figures.

“Well, you are kinda gross.” Ever a realist, Flip gets a swat of your hand for that comment, and he catches your hand in his and bring it up to his lips, kissing right at your palm. “But you know what? You’ve been grosser, and I loved you then, just like I love you now.”

“This is not reassuring.” You laugh despite yourself, wondering what the hell he’s getting to.

“No I mean it. Remember when you got that stomach bug and threw up all over my shirt because we couldn’t get you to the toilet fast enough?” Flip pulls you in closer closer closer, until you’re chuckling and grinning against his lips, your nose crinkling up.

“Only because you never let me forget it.” You slip your arms around his neck, eyes closed, kissing him.

“Remember how I held your hair and kissed your back the whole time when we did get you to the bathroom? And how no matter how sweaty you got, I wouldn’t stop? And we didn’t even get a baby out of that.” Flip points out, and you laugh in earnest at that last comment.

“Yeah.” You agree, even if the memory makes you a little embarrassed.

Flip snuggles you right up against him, kisses you a little while longer. With each kiss, the tension slips away from your shoulders, and your sighs turn ever so slightly into little moans. He hugs you tight, cradles your head against his chest, when you shuffle down to rest your cheek up on his heartbeat.

“You’re never not beautiful to me, ketsl. Not then, and sure as shit not now. In fact,” Flip muses, “I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the whole goddamn world. You just made a whole human being, you’ve got to give yourself some credit for that.”

He can’t see it, but he can feel the wetness of tears on his chest. Flip doesn’t panic this time, because you’re nodding, nuzzling your face against him as you let out a steady exhale of relief.

“Love you.” You whisper, a weight lifted off his shoulders. You never had any doubts of his feelings towards you, but still, it was really nice to hear it out loud.

“Love you most.” Flip promises, a promise he’ll mean from now until the end of time – no matter how gross you get.

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman/reader #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x you #flip zimmerman/you #blackkklansman #flip zimmerman imagine #adam driver fanfic #adcu

[beatlesdumpsterfire]

Prompt: John Lennon is the greatest, manliest, edgiest alpha male musician ever.

Let it be known unto the people that John Lennon is the greatest, manliest, edgiest alpha male musician ever.

These were the words that John Lennon repeated to himself every single day. There was no denying it: he was one sexy-ass motherfucker. So sexy, in fact, that he knew he could sweep the frickin Queen off her feet. It would be impossible for her to resist his alpha male manly-man charm.

While John repeated his mantra into the mirror of their dressing room before one of their gigs, the rest of his bandmates watched behind him, frowning with concern.

“He hasn’t always been this way, has he?” Ringo asked in a hushed tone.

“No, he’s always been a cocky lad,” Paul murmured. “He’s just letting it consume him now.”

“I think the camera crew may need to put up a warning before showing me handsome face on the tele tonight,” John turned to face his band members. “Otherwise all the birds will be pregnant in no time.”

This was a genuine concern for John to have, carrying the weight of being the greatest, manliest, edgiest alpha male musician ever. It was a stressful title to hold, but John knew that he was the only one on the planet who could do it. This was his purpose, his raison d’etre. And plus, edgy, manly, alpha males can’t complain. It’s not in their DNA.

“I think you may need an intervention,” George said slowly.

John let out a hearty chuckle and turned back to the mirror to admire his gorgeous cheekbones once more.

“That’s a good one, George,” he replied. “Especially since interventions are for the weak. And I’m not weak. I’m anything but weak. I’m an alpha. A manly, manly alpha. And I’m edgy. I smoke six cigarettes at once just because I can. The air isn’t good enough for my lungs.”

“Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit too far, John?” Paul begged.

“I exceed the limit on everything I do simply because I am the best,” John stated. “It’s not something I can help, it’s merely reality and, if you can’t accept that, then I don’t know what to tell you.”

Away from John, Paul, George, and Ringo reconvened.

“I think we need to humble him down,” Ringo conspired.

“That should do the trick,” Paul agreed.

“But how?” George asked. “He’s got the biggest head I’ve ever seen, I don’t know how his neck supports it.”

“We just have to tell him the harsh truth,” Paul decided.

“Yes,” Ringo nodded, “that his shoes look stupid.”

“That’s a start,” Paul said. They fanned out from their circle, facing John once more, and George called out to catch his attention. John rolled his eyes in the mirror because they were interrupting something really important and turned back around.

“What?” he asked. Paul nudged Ringo in the side, nearly making him lose his balance, and Ringo fumbled for his words.

“Your shoes are stupid,” he finally said. John raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry to see you projecting your insecurities onto me, Ringo,” he responded coolly. “I understand that you’re jealous, and that’s alright. I know you’ll move past it eventually.”

“This is gonna be harder than we thought,” George grumbled.

“Mick Jagger has more musk than you,” Paul tried. While that slowed John down for a second, he was able to bounce back quickly.

“If you call that musk, then you smell like a candy store,” John retorted. Paul’s shoulders sagged.

“When was the last time you actually shagged a bird?” George asked.

“Last night,” John said too quickly. “Tell your mother she was lovely.”

“Oh god,” Paul groaned out.

Each attempt they made to bring John down only made him stronger. He could sense their growing frustration but, more than anything, he wanted them to continue on. His ego was off the charts and he was in euphoria.

But, to his dismay, they had all thrown in the towel.

“I walked straight into that one,” George murmured to the ground. “I don’t want to say anything else stupid.”

“He called my shoes stupid,” Ringo agreed.

Paul looked at John with sad eyes and heaved out a sigh.

“I’m gonna get some fresh air. See ya on stage, John.”

"Fresh air is for the weak," John called to Paul as he left.

With shaking heads, George and Ringo trailed behind Paul, leaving John in the room alone.

“You’ve done it again, Lennon,” John whispered to himself. “The last man standing, because you are the best, the greatest, supreme.”

And then he leaned forward and kissed his reflection in the mirror right on the lips with so much passion, Narcissus would be jealous.

The sexy bastard deserved it.

#beatles ask #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #my apologies to anyone who is following me #this is the last one #I promise

[livingforcoopsandoknutzy]

#32 and #40 for coops? 🥺

"Are you mad at me?" + "Please hold me."

Characters belong to our favorite fic creator @lumosinlove

TW: fights/anxiety attack

(I apologize because its kind of a hot mess)

   Remus woke up to a cold bed. It normally wouldn’t alarm him that he woke up alone since Sirius had always been an early riser but the fact that the bed wasn’t warm confused him. Sirius must have gotten up really early.

   Yawning, Remus made his way downstairs to find his fiance staring blankly at the black TV screen. Remus frowned and made his way over to Sirius, sitting on the couch next to him. “Baby?” He asked softly, his hand reaching out to grab his hand. Sirius moved his hand before Remus could take it and shifted away from the shorter man.

   Silence settled over them again as Remus watched him, hurt. “What’s wrong?” He asked, making an effort not to call him baby again. His eyebrows furrowed when Sirius turned to him with a glare he hadn’t seen aimed at anyone other than the snakes. “Are you mad at me?” 

   Sirius turned away from him again and mumbled a quiet ‘nothing’s wrong’ pointedly ignoring the second question. “Obviously something’s going on. You can talk to me, you know you can talk to me. I’m always here to list-” Sirius cut him off with a dark laugh. “Can you shut up? That’s so hypocritical of you, telling me I can talk to you when you won’t talk to me. And yeah, you are always here it’s kind of hard not to notice.”

   Remus flinched back as if he’d been slapped. They did not talk to each other that way and Sirius knew why he didn’t talk. Talking made Remus uncomfortable but Sirius liked talking when it was someone he trusted.

   “What?” Remus asked quietly. Sirius laughed, but there was no humor in it. “You always want me to talk but when do you talk to me other than when you have to?” Remus frowned and felt his throat go dry, had he done something wrong?

  “You like talking to me, I’m the only one you’ll talk to. I can’t talk about it because of the flashbacks, Sirius you know that.” He said, ignoring the burning behind his eyes. “Have you ever thought that maybe I only talk to you about it because you won’t stop bothering me?”

  Remus flinched back again, his breaths stuttering slightly. “Sirius, stop it.” Sirius just glared again. “I hate talking about it, I hate thinking about it, and yet you always want to talk. Can’t you see I don’t want to? Especially not with you so just shut up and screw off.” 

   Lip trembling, Remus stood up shakily. “Sirius, stop. I don’t know what happened but it wasn’t my fault, so stop.” Sirius glared at him. “Isn’t it? Isn’t it your fault? All the hate I’m getting? Wasn’t it your idea to meet up on New Year’s? I was outted because of you, all my problems are because of you.” 

   Remus lost control of his breathing and the tears spilled out of his eyes. Sirius’s face fell as he realized what he just said, his eyes widening as if the words had been directed at him. Sirius stood up abruptly and walked quickly towards Remus who backed away with his eyes closed tightly. 

   “Re, no. No no no, I didn’t mean that. Remus, I didn’t mean that.” Remus just let out a shuttering breath and slid down the wall as he felt his chest tighten painfully. “Remus.” Sirius said and Remus could hear the tears in his voice. 

   Remus let out a sob and tried to calm himself down but couldn’t fight the rising panic and embarrassment that was swallowing him whole. “I can’t- I can’t breath. I can’t breathe.” He managed to get out, his back arching as he continued to panic.

   “Baby, look at me.” Sirius reached for him but Remus let out a desperate noise and Sirius retracted it with a tortured expression. “Just look at me, breathe with me.” Sirius said, cursing himself for taking his anger out on Remus. 

   The boy in front of him just shook his head and closed his eyes. Sirius’s hands shook as he realized how hard it would be to get Remus out of this one. “Re, you have to look at me. If you can’t see me and I can’t touch you then I can’t help you.” Remus let out a broken cry as he banged his head against the wall behind him.

   Sirius rose to his knees trying to figure out how to get Remus to listen to him without touching him.

  “Okay, just listen to me. I’m not mad at you, I’m sorry I said that.  You’re right, you’re the only one I can talk to. You’ve never forced me to talk to you and I was way out of line. I love talking to you and I’m sorry. I was just on edge from all the invasive questions and I had a bad dream and none of that makes up for what I said but I’m sorry.” Sirius felt the tears falling down his face but he kept going because Remus had calmed down fractionally and that was better than nothing.

   “None of what we’re going through is your fault. It was the snakes’ fault. None of that was you and I don’t regret it at all, none of it. You make all the hard times worth it, Re. I promise you you’re worth it and I’m sorry.” 

   Remus’s breaths had evened out and now he was just sobbing on the floor. “You’re everything to me, Remus Lupin, and I didn’t mean any of that. You know I didn’t mean any of that.” Remus rubbed roughly at his eyes and Siris grabbed his wrists loosely, teary eyes meeting each other.

   “What can I do?” Sirius asked softly, encouraged when Remus didn’t move his wrists away. Remus just leaned against the wall. “Please hold me.” Sirius exhaled sharply. “Of course. Always.” 

   Sirius sat down next to Remus and pulled him into his side, dropping a kiss to his curls. “I love you.” He whispered and laughed wetly when Remus burrowed his face into Sirius’s neck and kissed it gently.

   Remus adjusted to get closer and Sirius grabbed one thigh and pulled him onto his lap. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius’s waist tightly and rested his face in the crook of Sirius’s neck. 

   “I’m sorry.” Remus whispered, his breath hot against Sirius’s neck. Sirius tightened his hold and rested his forehead against Remus’s shoulder. “Don’t be. You have nothing, absolutely nothing, to apologize for. I hit you where it hurt and that wasn’t fair. Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry.” Sirius said absolutely hating himself for losing it with Remus like that. Sweet, caring, gentle Remus who he knew would overthink those words he spewed so carelessly.

   Remus pulled his head back and cupped Sirius’s cheeks. “I’m not going to say it’s alright, because that wasn’t, but I know you didn’t mean it and I forgive you but next time talk to me. Or tell me you don’t want to. Just don’t do that again, you have to let me know what’s going on, baby.” 

   Sirius nodded, his head tilting into the pressure Remus’s hands provided on his face. Remus smirked and Sirius couldn’t help the smile that found itself on his face. “What?” He asked as Remus continued to smirk at him.

   Remus nudged his nose with his own. “Now you get to make it up to me.” Sirius laughed and shook his head, pulling Remus back to his chest.

   “I know you meant that in a sexy way but I hope you know that I am going to make it up to you and it’s going to take a lot more than a shag to do that.” Remus laughed and Sirius smiled at the genuine sound. “Well, you are marrying me so I guess that’s enough.” 

   Sirius laughed and mumbled into his hair. “Marrying you will never be enough but it’s the most I can do at the moment.”

   Remus laughed and looked at Sirius. “I love you.” He said quietly. Sirius sighed happily and kissed Remus gently, their lips moving together with practiced ease. “I love you too.”

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