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Appetite:
craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal
Arouse:
agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up
Assault:
attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound
Beautiful:
admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting
Brutal:
atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild
Burly:
able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed
Carnal:
animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean
Dangerous:
alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous
Dark:
atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched
Delicious:
enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty
Ecstasy:
delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled
Ecstatic:
delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild
Erotic:
amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing
Gasp:
catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded
Heated:
ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous
Hunger:
appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst
Hungry:
avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting
Intense:
forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous
Liquid:
damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping
Lithe:
agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry
Moan:
beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl
Moving:
(exciting,) affecting, effective arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling
Need:
compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen
Pain:
ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart
Painful:
aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded
Perverted:
aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile
Pleasurable:
charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent
Pleasure:
bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven
Rapacious:
avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering
Rapture:
bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy
Rigid:
adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering
Sudden:
abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning
Thrust:
(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel
(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick
Thunder-struck:
amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback
Torment:
agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe
Touch:
(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap
(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize
Wet:
bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water
Wicked:
abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched
Writhe:
agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank
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Hiii, I saw ur request post!! could you maybe
write some dating Ethan morales hcs??💖
Dating Ethan Morales Would Include
pairing: ethan morales x reader (all characters are 18+)
AN: this will be dating college!ethan cause i thought it'd be more interesting, also didn't proofread this
warnings: swearing, gets nsfw in the second half so 18+ (minors dni)
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you met ethan when you were assigned to tutor him cause he was failing calc. you originally found him to be pretty obnoxious and got tired of his overly nonchalant attitude which culminated in you yelling at him about how he needs to start trying or he's gonna get kicked out. he made no move to respond to your angry rant and just stared back at you with wide eyes and blown out pupils. "what?" you question. "sorry, you're kinda really fucking hot when you're mad"
one of your study sessions ended with him pulling you onto his lap while you made out and his hands roamed your body
he got a little nervous asking you out on a real date even though you've already made out multiple times. he was a bit worried that you'd reject him. he wasn't sure if you'd want a serious relationship with him since he's got a bit of a womanizer reputation. (spoiler alert: you said yes)
his grades got a lot better once he actually started trying because he loved seeing how excited you'd get for him when he showed you a good grade that he got on a test
ethan's love language is definitely physical touch. he needs his hands on you at all times, normally around your waist or resting on your thigh. he's constantly drawing little shapes on whatever part of your bare skin he has access to. most of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it
you go on a lot of late night drives that may or may not end with the two of you in the backseat of ethan's car
he loves when you wear his clothes but still consistently accuses you of robbing him. "wearing my jacket again, you little thief" "oh, did you want it ba-" "no"
he is your own personal hype-man, there is no shortage of compliments coming from him
"see you later, gorgeous", "damn, my girl looks sexy", "my girlfriend is the most beautiful person on the planet"
he lets you braid his hair when you're bored
he'll match his nail color to yours but will never admit that he did it on purpose and always insist that it was a coincidence
he gets very jealous, but will deny it if you call him out. you were once at a party very innocently talking to a male friend from your psych seminar about how hard your recent test was before ethan walked over to your conversation.
"oh hey, jack, this is my boyfriend ethan" you introduce him, "ethan, this is-" "yea, don't care" ethan interrupts before pulling you by the waist into a searing kiss until jack had left. "there's no reason to be jealous you know? he's just a friend" "i'm not jealous, but that loser was definitely eye-fucking you" "he was not eye-" "let's go make out"
ethan is very distracting when you're trying to study or do any homework
"baaaaaabe, i'm bored", he whines. "m'sorry but I really have to do this research paper" you respond. "or", he starts, closing the book in your hands and tossing it to the side of your bed, "you can take a much needed break and do me instead"
his friends call him whipped bc of how obsessed with you he is and he doesn't give a fuck cause he is in fact obsessed with you
he lets you color in his tattoos
he definitely tries to teach you how to skateboard and holds both your hands if you're too scared to let go of him
he got you a necklace with his initial on it and has a ring with your initial on it
nsfw 18+
that man definitely knows what he's doing in the bedroom cause, let's face it, he was a bit of a whore in the past
you guys have a lot of sex, like a lot of sex to the point where you might have gotten a few noise complaint's from the people that live next to your dorm room
he's a capital M Munch. ethan loves eating pussy, like he definitely does it for his own enjoyment. he could spend hours in between your thighs and any moans or whimpers coming from you just egg him on even more
ethan was so turned on when you agreed to sit on his face
"your face is pretty", you complimented him. "yea? you should sit on it" oh. "like sit on it sit on it?" "sit. on. it." "but what if I like suffocate you or something" "you won't, and if you did i'd die happy" so you did and holy shit does that boy know how to use his mouth. he wouldn't stop till you came on his face multiple times and your legs are shaking around his head
he keeps his hair long cause he likes when you tug on it while he's eating you out. it turns him on so much that he has to actively try not to cum in his pants while he's going down on you
ethan is very vocal, he's not afraid to let you know that he's enjoying it. he whimpers for sure. while he's definitely a giver he loves when you have your mouth on him. his mind goes fuzzy when you're blowing him, moaning your name, shaking under you
he's a bit of a sub and loves when you boss him around. ethan absolutely loses his mind when you choke him while you're riding him. he just loves seeing you on top of him, telling him what to do, using him for your own pleasure. he'll beg, especially if you're edging him
"baby fuck please i need it, i'll be your good boy i promise"
jealous!ethan is definitely more dominant though. "right there baby? look how wet you are for me. he can't fuck you like i can hmm? want you to cum on my dick like a good girl"
this man cannot hide when he's horny. he immediately gets super handsy and will be whisking you off to the nearest bathroom
he loves your boobs. holding them, sucking on your nipples, cumming on them if you're cool with that. your chest is rarely not covered in hickies.
you're obsessed with ethan's hands and he knows it. he knows how to use them and has no problem sneaking them into you under the table on a date night, only to remove his hands from you right before you finish and make a point of sucking the fingers that had just been inside you clean while holding eye contact with you and letting a smug look take over his face
he has a praise kink and definitely responds with "yes ma'am" when you boss him around. he's gotten turned on when you guys are arguing before, there's just something about you yelling at him that goes straight to his dick
if you wear a sundress, oh it's over for him. he'll have you bent over the nearest surface in seconds and the dress stays on.
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You Owe Us One (Part 5) - Jealousy At The Yule Ball
Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley
After George asks you to the Yule Ball, he faces the consequences of a jealous and disapproving Fred.
Includes: Mostly fluff, some spice and tension. A very jealous Fred and sweet/gentle George.
Words: 4.8k
**this is a series. It can honestly be read on its own or in full if you want the entire plot. **
Next chapter is coming soon!
Thank you to everyone who reblogs and likes my posts. I am open to any fluff/smut ideas that you guys have. I don't really know how to use this platform so 🤷🏻♀️
Morning had come, though it was impossible to tell within the secret passageways of Hogwarts. The fire had died out sometime before you fell asleep, so the room was pitch black. You woke still tangled in George's arms, his soft breathing tickling your ear. You hadn't anticipated spending the entire night with him, just a few hours at most like always.
George's chest was flush against your back, with one arm under your head and the other over your waist. He was radiating so much heat that the cold air that nipped at your exposed skin was bearable. If you had the choice, you'd lay like that forever with him. Your fingers traced his knuckles gently as you stared into the darkness.
You never expected such tenderness and understanding from either brother. It wasn't that you thought they were incapable of it, but it was hard to understand where you fell with them. So far it had only been late night rendezvous and sneaking around to hook up, but George stayed with you all night and made sure that you were okay.
Not just that, but he actually asked you to the Yule ball. Which meant that you'd be in public with him for the first time in just a week or so.
George's wrist rotated and his long fingers laced with yours. With a yawn, he pulled you in tight against him and nuzzled his face into your hair.
"What time is it?* He asked with a raspy voice before another yawn escaped him.
"I haven't a clue," you responded as you melted into his embrace.
You felt him shrug and tighten his grip around your waist. "Oh well," he muttered and rubbed his cheek against your temple.
You laid there together for a while in each other's warmth, the floral blanket wrapped around the both of you. The idea of going back to sleep lingered, until George reached for his wand and lit the fire. He propped himself up on one arm and looked down at you with a smile.
"Well, I guess we can't waste our Saturday in bed all day," he said sadly. "Best get up anyway, I'm sure Fred is looking for me."
You twist your torso and give him pleading eyes. The fire made shadows on the stone walls dance, the familiar crackling flames and scent of smoke fill the room. The feeling of gratitude grew in your chest as you stared into his handsome face. You lifted your hand and ran your fingers through his messy copper hair.
"Thank you," you whispered.
George landed a quick peck on your cheek. "Nothing to thank me for, darling." His gaze lingered on your lips then flicked away as he pushed himself upright further.
You grabbed the collar of George's wrinkled shirt and pulled him into a kiss. This knocked him so off balance that he had to quickly catch himself before he landed directly on top of you. He let out a surprised laugh, and you took that opportunity to probe his mouth with your tongue. With one swift movement, you hoisted your leg over him and pinned him to his back.
Something in George's eyes changed as he laid under you, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of your ribs and hips. His grasp became so firm that you let out an involuntary gasp, and he took that opportunity to hold your jaw firmly with his shaking left hand.
"Look at you being brave this morning," he said breathily. You responded by grinding against his already hardening bulge.
George bit his lip and breathed out sharply. Just inches from his face, you saw his pupils fully dilate before pulling you back into a hungry kiss. He held onto your slender hips and attempted to flip you over, but you kept yourself firmly on top of him. You wondered if he had ever let someone take control of him like this before.
Either way, you couldn't help yourself. He looked so perfect beneath you with his reddening freckled face and messy ginger hair. You felt like you were on fire. All of the bitter cold in the room ceased to exist when your bodies were pressed together.
George tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled you in flat against his chest, his mouth close to your ear. "You're incredible," he whispers, lust thick in his voice. "Do you need me to fuck you, y/n?"
You gave a quick nod and you felt his stomach shake as he chuckled.
He wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed his erection against you. "Please?" You begged.
Within seconds he had you on your back again. He hovered over you and carefully caressed your cheek, a devilish grin appeared at once. "I'd love to, darling." He tilted his head and backed away. "But, we must be on our way."
You laid there dumbfounded as he got out of the bed and began stretching his arms. "Are you serious? What's more important than this?"
George spun around and laughed. "Oh nothing, trust me. But I have other engagements to attend to."
"Like with someone else?" You asked quickly, then shrunk back under the covers in embarrassment.
"Yes," he said seriously and watched with a grin as your face dropped. He winked and explained, "Fred and Lee Jordan are expecting me in the common room." He straightened his collar and attempted to flatten his tousled hair.
After throwing the covers to the side, you begrudgingly get to your feet and follow suit with fixing your attire. Once your blouse was fully buttoned and your ponytail adjusted, the excitement of the Yule Ball proposal sank in.
"George," you began softly, and he turned to you. "You're sure that Fred won't mind that you asked me to the dance, right?"
"Merlin's Beard, of course not," George insisted and continued his inspection of the map by tilting it towards the fireplace. His tall silhouette spilled onto the wall, the edges dancing from the flames. "If we leave now, the coast will be clear."
Both of you left the secret room, and headed down the damp and dark passageway. He clutched your hand in his, squeezing as you got closer to the exit. You wanted to dig your heels in the ground and beg for him to go back with you, imploring for just five more minutes of his time. Waiting until the Yule Ball felt like an eternity away. Would you even get the chance to see each other before then? You weren't sure if your heart or your body could wait that long.
George hesitated at the threshold before the main hallway. He stared ahead wide eyed, like something very important just dawned on him. With a quick peck on the cheek and a farewell, he disappeared down the corridor with quickened steps.
Something about that interaction didn't sit right with you, but you just couldn't place your finger on why. With the thoughts of the Yule Ball in the forefront of your mind, you head towards Hufflepuff's quarters.
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"Well, well," announced a smirking Fred Weasley. "Look who decided to show." Lee Jordan glanced up from the scattered pieces of parchment paper that were laid out on the table.
George joined them, plopping himself next to Lee and avoiding Fred's eyes. "Sorry I'm late," he said before he took a large bite of a muffin that he nabbed on the way back to the Griffyndor common room.
"It's no big deal," Lee murmured. "We've barely even gotten started."
Fred added, "we couldn't because we were waiting for you."
"I said I was sorry," George replied nonchalantly. He lifted one of the papers and lifted it to his face. "Jinxing the boys toilets, classic."
Fred snatched the parchment from his fingers and slapped it on the table. "Why are you being so coy about your rendezvous?" He propped his chin up on his wrist and watched his brother intently with curiosity written all over his face. "Come on now, tell me. How was it?"
George took a lazy bite of his muffin and shrugged. "Nothing happened," he stated simply.
This didn't satisfy Fred. He adjusted in his seat and leaned forward even further. "You're telling me you had y/n to yourself all night and nothing happened? I find that hard to believe."
Lee looked between both brothers and softly butted in, "Y/N from Hufflepuff?"
George nodded and popped the last piece of food in his mouth. "We just talked."
Fred twisted his face like he just ate something sour. "Just talked?"
"Is there an echo in here?" George laughed and went to grab another page of parchment, but Fred took it from him. "Blimey, what's gotten into you?"
"I just think you're holding back something," Fred remarked and the side of his mouth twitched.
"I'm not," George laughed. "Really! She had a bad night, so I stayed with her until we both fell asleep. We kissed in the morning, but that's it." His attention darted to Lee, who was beyond dumbfounded from the entire conversation.
"Is this your girlfriend or something?" Lee asked.
Fred answered with a quick, "no."
Whereas George replied at the same exact time with, "not exactly."
"Not exactly?" Fred repeated back. "We agreed from the beginning on what things were to be with y/n."
"I know!" A frustrated George blurted out. "'No' and 'not exactly' are essentially the same thing, you're looking way too far into this."
Fred scowled at his brother and tapped a finger on the table. George knew he'd have to tell him eventually, he was just hoping he'd have a little more time to devise a plan on how to ease him into the situation. Asking Y/N to the Yule Ball seemed like a natural thing to do at the time, but he had forgotten about their promise to one another - no relationship, no official dates, and absolutely no romantic feelings.
They weren't planning on staying too much longer at Hogwarts with their business slowly on the rise. Getting involved with someone outside of physical was just not a smart move for the long term. Nothing mattered to them more than their future.
"Alright fine," George started carefully. "I may have asked y/n to the ball."
"You what?" Fred hissed.
Lee tried to lighten the mood with a cheerful, "well that's not so bad, is it?"
Fred shot him a quick glare before standing up, towering over his twin. "We both agreed-"
"I know!" George exclaimed, then softened his voice. "I know. I just thought since you asked Angelina that it wouldn't matter."
"Of course it matters," Fred scoffed and sat back down with his arms crossed. "There's a huge difference between our friendship with Angelina and what we've done with Y/N. George, you can't possibly play dumb with me right now."
George decided to back down and snatched some parchment to hold up to his nose. He couldn't bear to look at his brother any longer. He was being even more childish and hotheaded than normal.
The rest of their meeting was silent. Lee Jordan spent most of his time glancing between the twins, trying to figure out just what in the hell just happened.
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The Yule Ball was here before you knew it, with all the decorations in the castle bringing a sense of excitement and giddiness to all the students. The anticipation of seeing Fred and George is what was making the butterflies in your stomach turn as you slip into the light pink dress.
Even if Fred has another date, at least you'll be able to speak with him. It took some time to come to terms with this. Fighting off waves of jealousy when seeing him and Angelina in the halls together was not an easy feat. Especially because he seemed to go through lengths to not look at you. George, however, had even stopped by a few times in the Great Hall to say hello. The looks you both got from your fellow Hufflepuffs was a bit unnerving at first, but that was easily replaced by the fact that he was finally acknowledging you.
Once you are satisfied with your curled hair and makeup, you find your way out of the dorm and through the crowded Hufflepuff common room. You are pleasantly surprised to find George already in the hall waiting for you with his bright shoulder length orange hair gleaming in the lantern light.
"Blimey," he beams with a raise of his brows. "You look.." he trails off as he approaches you, his eyes traveling down the curves that the pink gown so graciously accentuates. He reaches you and takes both of your hands in his. "You look perfect," he says, finishing with a quick bite of his lower lip.
George seems different, a tad awkward even, which is surprising considering everything you've been through together. Yet he looks more mature than ever. The black dress robes show off his broad shoulders and slender waist. The horde of butterflies in your stomach flutters again as your eyes meet his.
"You look nice as well," you say sheepishly. He smiles and your heart skips a beat.
Before you can think of what to follow up with, a group of Hufflepuffs with their dates stride by. The high pitch giggles from the excited girls echoes around them, and George nods his head in the direction they are walking.
"We should get going, yeah?" He says and guides your hand to the crook of his elbow.
You walk side by side, your wrist being lightly squeezed by George's lower bicep. A new soft earthy scent floats around him, and you guess it's a new cologne he picked out for the occasion. Your footsteps are in sync as you reach the threshold of the corridor that leads to where the Yule Ball is. You make small talk, trying to ignore the twisting anxiety in your chest. Even though you were still a bit of a distance away, you could already feel the music vibrate through your heels.
This was a dream of yours, to be here with George Weasley, yet you can't place why there was a heaviness that you just couldn't shake. As you probe your mind further on why, the answer hits you at once.
"There you are," a familiar voice calls from behind you. George tenses his arm and you both come to a stop. You turn to see a smug Fred walking with Angelina.
Your stomach lurches, like you just missed a step on the stairs and you look up at George. His expression is blank as his brother approaches. Something is definitely off between these two You try to pull away, but he just squeezes your arm tighter against his ribs.
"Here I am," George says with an undeniable bite in his tone.
Fred's attention remains locked in on his twin, his jaw cocked to the side and his brows furrowed.
You and Angelina look between the two of them, both taken aback by the scene. For the time you've known the boys, you never once saw them disagree - let alone fight.
With a quick tug of his arm, George turns his attention to you. With a quick clear of his throat he says, "well, shall we then?"
Fred strides by, only reaching for Angelina's hand once they were completely in sight. You scowl as you watch them. You lean even more into George as the hall widens and the Yule Ball comes into view.
The jealousy that plagues you fades as you step into the ballrooms polished floors. The ceilings are garnished with elegant white and silver decorations. The walls sparkle like they are coated with the finest of ice and glitter. Round tables are scattered around, groups of students already claiming a few as their own. Three large trees are on the farthest side of the entrance, where a band is playing.
Fred and Angelina disappear within the crowd on the dance floor, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. You ask promptly if George would like to dance, which he agrees. Part of you feels guilty as you lead him through the crowd. Of course you want to dance with him, but it was impossible to deny the leading factor of wanting to spy on his brother.
The band, The Weird Sisters, end one of their songs and slow their melody. The couples around them push together, some nervous, others a bit too enthusiastically. George steps forward and wraps his arms tightly around your waist, his hair falling in his face as he looks down at you. While following his lead, you lift your arms to his shoulders and lace your fingers behind his neck.
The lights dim, small fractals of light spin and sparkle around the floor and paired students. It was as if the stars from the sky had fallen and were dancing amongst them. Like moving with the waves of a calm ocean, you turn and sway in sync. Your eyes lock with George's and both the crowd and any thoughts of Fred holding onto Angelina drifts away into the abyss.
He beams down at you then swiftly leans forward and dips you backwards. He secures your torso as you curve your spine against his palms. His hands travel up your back, and once you are upright he squeezes your fingers. Without any practice or verbal commands, he spins you graciously and catches you against his chest.
You are impressed, to say the least. You let out a quick gasp as George's pale face inches closer to yours, the edge of his lips curl into a grin. He's going to kiss you in front of everyone. You hadn't expected this to happen, at least not so quickly. He leans you back again, his strong arms keeping you stable as his soft and warm mouth finds yours.
You melt instantly and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. George pulls you against his chest and tilts his head to deepen his kiss. His tongue finds yours and you instantly are greeted with his familiar sweet taste. You gently twirl around each other, the rest of the room disappearing all together now. You are in a world alone with George, your heart and body full of so many emotions at once that it almost left you completely in a haze.
Just as you thought you had somehow apparated into another dimension, the lights around you came back into focus. The red headed boy breaks the kiss and holds your face gingerly in his palms.
That's when the crowd comes back into reality. There is a mixture of teasing 'ooohs' and judgemental whispers surrounding you both. You go to turn your head, but George keeps you focused on himself. With a quick eye roll and then wink, you know that he's telling you to ignore everyone else.
"Let's go get some drinks," he says and leads you off the dance floor.
You feel feverish with everyone's eyes on you as you pass by. A group of Ravenclaws have their faces screwed into disgust, a pretty girl you recognize as Hermione was watching you with surprise, and her date Viktor Krum seems completely unphased by the entire scene. One person, however, stood out from the rest. His cheeks burning the same color as his flaming hair, Fred stood transfixed on his brother with a hardening scowl.
Once you are out of ear shot, you pull on George's sleeve and ask hurriedly, "Is everything okay with Fred?"
He keeps his attention on the glimmering ice punch bowl in front of him. He answers immediately with, "'course he is."
You glance back, thankful to not see Fred in your line of view. "Are you sure? He seems off."
"Yes," George mutters and turns with a drink in both hands. "Now, don't worry about Freddie and let's just have a good time. Alright?"
You take the drink from him but keep your attention fully on his face. He was avoiding making eye contact, which wasn't like him. "You're hiding something," you say with such a matter of fact tone that it made his lips tighten. "Please, just tell me. Did you have a fight or-?"
George furrowed his brows and bit at his lip. He lets out a deep sigh and places his palm on your shoulder. "I'll tell you, but later. Okay?" You remain silent, so he adds, "I promise."
"Alright," you agree with hesitation and give him a quick peck on the cheek.
His voice jarringly changes back to his normal upbeat tone. "Fantastic! I think I saw my little brother with Harry over there, I'd like to introduce you."
You follow him to one of the large round tables covered in an elegant white table cloth. George happily announces that you're his date, and he introduces you one by one to the entire group. Ron and Harry shot looks of disbelief at each other. His brother asked if this was one of his jokes. As they banter, you notice that two of the girls seemed absolutely miserable and were staring off into space during the entire interaction.
With Hermione's entrance came a silence from Ron that was almost deafening. He scowls and his cheeks flush, and it reminds you at once of Fred.
George's little brother was very unhappy with his friend's choice of date. Through their quick argument, before Viktor came by to sweep her away, it became clear to you what the real problem was at heart.
Ron is jealous.
If that was the case, then is Fred jealous as well? George had stated so many times that his brother did not care at all if you went to the Yule Ball together.
You try to not make any more assumptions as the night goes on. It was a beautiful time, even if the lingering questions were digging at you from the back of your mind.
You and George dance until your feet are sore. He offers to carry you back to the Hufflepuff common room, but you decline. It was still early, and you really don't want this night to end.
When George and Ron end up in a heated argument about Quidditch, you excuse yourself to get some fresh air. Out the back, you pass by two students kissing behind a bush. You peek only long enough to see that neither one of them has red hair, making the heaviness in your chest lighten.
You look up at the night sky, admiring the bright constellations above. It wasn't often that you went out after dark, and the view from Hogwarts castle was beyond magical. As you pause your walking, you hear quick footsteps echoing behind you. You turn and see a tall and lanky figure with bright copper hair approaching.
At first, you are surprised that George was able to escape the heated conversation with Ron. Then, as he approaches further, the recognition of this being Fred dawns on you. His eyes were narrow and face still flushed with anger.
Before you can think of an appropriate ice breaker, Fred blurts out, "so you sleep with us both and decide on my brother, huh?"
You blink at him and take a step backwards, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Well isn't it just great," he hisses. "And then you go and.." He trips up on his words as he flails his arms in the direction of the ball. "Snog him right in front of everyone. Really, I can't believe it." He paces back and forth with his fingers pulling at his hair.
"I didn't think you'd care," you say softly, your arms are weighted to your sides now. "George said-"
"I know what George said," Fred snaps. "I've heard it all over the past week. It's like something in his brain got unscrewed since, well-" he eyes you and then straightens his posture.
"Since you fucked me," you finish for him and his freckled cheeks redden even more. "And how is that my fault?" You shout and step forward digging your heel in the ground.
Fred mimics you and moves towards you, only stopping about a foot away. "How is it not your fault? Flaunting yourself around with my brother. Now everyone thinks that you-"
You scoff and shake your head in disbelief. "You're mental. You were going with Angelina before George even asked me. You had your chance and it's not my fault that you regret it." You're furious hearing his reasoning. You can feel the heat from your chest rising up your neck. The pain from your heels is just a memory now.
You turn to leave and he grabs you by the forearm. There was something different about his expression now, his brows are furrowed but his pupils are large as they search your face. A stifling silence suffocates the air around you both.
You aren't sure what to say or even what to think. Fred never went out of his way to show that you were anything more than someone he'd sleep with from time to time. You were fine with it at first, but you knew in your heart that it couldn't stay that way. There was more you both wanted and needed from the twins.
Fred releases you and returns to tugging at his hair in frustration. "It wasn't supposed to be this way." You tilt your head and go to inquire further, but he continues with, "it was only supposed to be a one time thing. I figured then we could focus on our future, rather than our growing interest in you."
Your heart ices over. To learn that they had already planned ditching you from the beginning was almost unbearable knowledge.
"George and I agreed that it would get it out of our system, and likely yours as well. Then we could move on as friends, or acquaintances if you preferred. But you see.." He approaches you and delicately caresses your neck. "Once we had you, it was like a floodgate was opened. Bloody hell, we tried everything, but it can't be stopped."
Fred reaches up and places his thumb under your chin to keep your eyes locked with his. "Now I just can't get you out of my head."
With this revelation the ice in your chest melts. The heat travels through your limbs in waves, allowing you to finally move again. Was this a dream? You can't think of what to say as Fred inches closer.
"And you were right," he says coyly. "I do regret not asking you first."
With that final admission, he grabs you by the hips and lifts you in one swift movement. He stumbled forward holding you, his mouth hungrily meeting yours. He presses your bare back against the cold and rough stone exterior of the castle. You gasp and tangle your fingers in his already messy hair.
His tongue rolls against yours as he grinds between your thighs. Your bare legs wrap perfectly around his waist. His fingers dig into your sides and you know that they'll likely leave tiny bruises all over your body. This idea only sets your soul even more ablaze. You love that Fred is marking you and finding his own way to claim you.
You shudder against him as he kisses down your neck, leaving tiny bites on his way to your collarbone. He stops, grabs you by the back of the hair and forces his tongue back into your mouth. His erection presses rubs against your stocking covered panties, his fingers threaten to rip them as he both pushes and pulls your thighs.
There is no doubt that you will have marks from the rock wall as he thrusts you against it again. You let a cry out and he smiles through a sloppy wet kiss. Your nails rake down his back and he breaks the kiss at once. He watches your face closely with your hair still clenched in his fist.
You try to grind your hips against Fred, only for him to angle away from you. His red and swollen lips curl into a Cheshire cat grin.
"Kiss me," you beg, trying to lean forward and are promptly yanked back by your hair.
"Listen," he says softly. "Meet me in our spot tonight, after lights out. I think we should all have a nice long chat." He looks your face up and down. "Don't you agree?"
You try to nod, but he still remains tangled deep within your hair.
"Don't worry, I'll tell George myself," he explains and backs up to allow you to find your footing. "And one more thing."
Your legs wobble as you stare up at him, too dazed to think straight.
"Don't take off that dress," he smirks and turns, then walks the way you had initially come.
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This is a slight angst but don’t worry it’s fluff! So Y/N has a crush right? But he’s hella focused on volleyball or doesn’t like her that way, so Y/N confessed to him to get it off her chest and accepts the rejection pretty well before she continues with her life and slowly gain attention from others around her. Now her crush appreciates how considerate she was of understanding why he turned her down (especially since she’s still friendly towards him) but seeing Y/N gain some suitors and even realize how amazing she is, they deadass realize “Fuck! I love her!” So, they go after Y/N after seeing her around a male student often and they realize their feelings as he confesses to her somewhere private. The boys I have in mind for such headcannons are Ushijima, Osamu, Kyotani, and Sakusa.
Ahhh sorry this took me so long but I hope it’s okay!
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Warnings: angst/comfort (ig), fluff at ends, gn!reader, school/college setting (you choose), shitty writing
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Ushijima
* You had longed for the ace for a while. His powerful strikes caught your attention
* His court presence completely opposite to, off court. You couldn’t help but have a crush on him
* Yet, as much as you liked him, you knew that it wouldn’t be right. You’d seen him turn down others before, telling them about his focus on volleyball
* You decided to confess, taking a deep breathe as you stop him before lunch ends
* “Hello, Wakatoshi…” you start, he greets you back and looks down at you
* “I just wanted to say that I like you…”
* “Thank you. But I’m busy with volleyball and-“
* “It’s okay! I just needed to tell you haha um I know you’re busy with matches. Please don’t feel bad. I’ll see you around.” You wave as you walk away, chest lighter as you sigh.
* He’s confused at your swift confession and acceptance of being rejected, but he shrugs it off
* Now when you see him you give him a small smile, a face he’s now getting use to
* He doesn’t think anything changed within him around you but when he starts seeing you walk with another guy, he’s annoyed?
* He sees the way you laugh with the guy, arms rubbing as you walk until you get pulled into a hug by your friends
* It’s a daily thing now, whenever you walk by, it’s with the guy
* He tries to ignore it but can’t stop his feet as he walks towards you two, clearing his throat as he looks blankly at the guy
* “They’ll walk with me now.” He states, getting between you both and guiding you to walk with him
* “Um Wakatoshi? What’s wrong?” You stare at him and realise his ears turning pink
* “We can go out.”
* “What?”
* “I’ve realised I like you too and volleyball is important but you can be important to me too. So we should be together. Is that okay?” You can’t help but let your giggle slip out, shaking your head as you look at him
* “Yes, that’s okay.”
Osamu
* The twins were big news in your school
* The loud, competitive and brawling brothers
* It wasn’t hard to not know them and it certainly wasn’t hard to fall for the grey haired twin
* You also learnt about his love for food and cooking and decided you would confess with a special bento
* You decide to approach him during practice, bento in your hands as you call out his name
* “Hi Osamu…I made this for you.” You hand him the bento and he smiles
* “Oh thanks…is there a reason?”
* “I like you and want to go out with you.” You lock eyes with him and wait for him to speak
* “Oh…thanks for this and telling me but nationals are coming up and ‘tsumu is already getting on ma nerves so don’t think I can.” You nod at him, looking at his feet before looking at him again
* “I understand. I know you’re busy. I hope we can be friends.” You propose before leaving the gym
* He’s amazed at your acceptance and open the bento, smiling when he sees what you packed
* He’s not wrong when he says Atsumu’s been on his ass, you can see the exhaustion on his face, everyone knew the team was practicing hard
* But he wasn’t too tired to notice the sudden attention you gained for other guys, were they always surrounding you?
* He feels his stomach twist when you share your food with some random guy, giggling at him and bring happy
* He shrugged it off, thinking exhaustion just got to the better of him
* But after catching you a few more times, he’s had enough
* The next time he sees you, he pulls you to join him to eat, quietly opening his bento and hending you another
* “Oh, what’s this?” You look at him but he’s quiet
* “Osamu?” But he turns at the lack of nickname
* “It’s ‘samu…I realised I was dumb to reject ya and that I do like ya. So I made you something to win you back.” He nods towards the bento and you open it to see your favourite food and confession note
* “So no more laughing with those…idiots” he mumbles the last part huh you catch it, grinning as you eat together
Kyoutani
* yes he was intimidating
* But he was also sweet at times
* He was a gentleman, even if everyone thought he wasn’t
* And you fell for him, your crush growing by the second
* You realised it would go nowhere unless you told him, but you also knew that he had only just come back to the squad and he probably would find you distracting
* Even so, you pulled him into a corner and confessed
* He was shocked, narrowing his eyes at you before looking around
* “What?”
* “I have a crush on you.”
* “Oh. I can’t…I have to play in important matches and you’ll take up my time.” He scratches his head and looks away
* “I know. I just wanted to let you know haha good luck on the games” you gave him a smile he didn’t know how to read, you were fine with his rejection? Either way, you both walked away and went on with your days
* Every since then, you’d wave and walk away
* A couple of guys following you around, making his blood boil
* Why was he getting so worked up? You weren’t his, yet
* And he wasted no time in pursuing you
* The next time you wave at him, he stops you before you walk around
* Glaring at the guys waiting for you
* He bares just teeth st then and they quickly walk away
* “Why’d you do that?” You fake frown
* “What”
* “They’re my friends.”
* “Like hell they are.” He looks away as you fight a smile
* “…go out…” he mutters under his breath
* “What?”
* “I said we should go out!”
* “What about volleyball?”
* “I can focus on you too…”
Sakusa
* There was no way to ignore your feelings for him
* Every time you caught sight of him, he looked so handsome
* You knew it was a bit of a stretch to confess to him
* Knowing how dedicated to playing volleyball he was
* But you decided to try and get your feelings out to him
* You saw him sitting on the bench in the gym, a little earlier than everyone else and before practice hd even started
* “Hi…” you said shakily
* He doesn’t have the chance to speak as I’ll quickly confess and accept rejection
* “I like you a lot! But I know you have volleyball and I don’t want to distract you. Thank you!” You cringed as you left but felt better finally telling him
* Him on the other hand, very confused, doesn’t know what just happened
* Shocked you liked him, even more shocked that you accepted a rejection he never gave
* He pretends to forget about it until he hears a few guys talking about you
* He doesn’t know why he’s getting annoyed but ignores it
* You would start little conversations if you saw him and he was starting to get use to you
* He hears the same guys talking to you, watching them flirt with you and it’s annoying him
* He kisses his teeth when one of them puts their hand on your shoulder, striding towards you and looking at them in digust
* “Don’t touch them.” He grumbles and they roll their eyes asking why
* “I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” He states, pulling in your sleeve to follow him
* You gawk at him. Did he really say that? Why are you so happy?
* “Sakusa…um what was that?” The tip of his ears turn pink as he avoids eye contact
* “I never rejected you.” He mutters under his breath, but you heard him, smiling widely before pretending you didn’t hear
* “Sorry? What did you say?” He glares at you before sighing loudly
* “I didn’t reject you…I didn’t even say anything. You just left.”
* “So you’re saying…you like me too?”
* “Maybe. We can see…how things go.” He’s lucky he’s wearing a mask, lips caught between his teeth as he watches your face light up
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IM LEADING A PROTEST IN DES MOINES, IOWA AGAINST THE ABORTION BAN, AND EVERYTHING ELSE AMERICA IS TRYING TO OUTLAW, PLS RISE UP WITH ME!! JULY 23RD IS THE SET DATE FOR THE PROTEST
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Can your write a one shot for the alpha bakugo and y/n photo shoot please e
i have actually, i just haven't put together a fic masterlist!
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Daichi x Reader x Tanaka (Being protective of the reader)
Tanaka is DEFINITELY the one who will rage out on bitches
Daichi is more or less the calmer one.
Like,
Let’s say a guy came up to you and was starting to make you uncomfy.
Tanaka would try to beat his ass in,
While Daichi is watching maliciously, while also comforting you.
But srsly,
I can see Daichi with one of those boyfriends who keeps tissues and shit on him.
Idk why,
I just vision him like that.
But Tanaka,
It’s canon that he is fumingly angry while also being a sweetheart.
So he’s somehow more of the dominant in the relationship.
You, will most likely be sub.
And Daichi is just the good switch we all know and love.
So you got one of every type in here.
Nsfw
Daichi sometimes wants to top you AND Tanaka,
And sometimes he just wants to be pampered n shit.
Tanaka on the other hand,
Feels the need to be dom all the fucking time.
But one look from Daichi when he’s in the mood,
And that façade will crumble away quickly.
They love to see how much you can take,
Because they are both super into overstim
Daichi by himself has a hugeeeee size kink,
While Tanaka has a praise kink,
(Obviously)
And together it’s one HELL of an orgasm.
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Hello! I will be doing a poly Event next week, so requests are open to ANY poly relationships in Haikyuu!!
All will be posted Next week, if accepted
#tsukishima smut#sakusa x reader#yamaguchi x reader#atsumu x reader#noya x reader#kuroo x reader#tsukishima x reader#kenma x reader#haikyuu x reader#daichi x reader#kuroo x reader x kenma
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ooooouuu a kenma event I hope you take fluff but is it possible to request kenma’s pregnant s/o trying to build a crib but rich boy kenma is like “why can’t we just buy one 🙄” but ends up helping anyway and it’s really cute (maybe some game references in the crib or room?)
Ofc <3. All genres welcome for the Kenma Event.
Genre: Fluff/Drabble
“Baby, please just let me order one. I don’t want you to hurt yourself or the baby trying to build this death trap.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. You glare at him, and he finally gives up on his efforts to let you let him buy your guys’ baby a crib.
He picks up the instructions from the floor, skimming over them before helping you drill the holes into the sides.
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“Gotta admit babe. This crib looks bomb as fuck.” Kenma chuckles, admiring the Mario and FNAF stickers plastered on the peach wood. “I will raise her to be the best gamer.” He grins, giving you a peck on the lips. “You won’t do shit until she finishes her homework” You say slapping this side of his arm playfully. “Yes ma’am.”
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Can I request needy dom kenma 😗
Hell yeah! Dom anyone is my fucking jam!
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 531
Warnings: Nsfw, possession kink, dom!Kenma, chocking, tit sucking, biting, small bit of degradation Bc I can’t help it.
Kenma had rubbed off on you way too much, and oh was he paying the price. You were sitting on your guys’ shared bed, playing animal crossing on your Nintendo switch. “Baby, c’mon, you’re playing more than me, and that’s saying something. Come cuddle with me.” He whines.
“In a few, I’m collecting fruit at someone else’s island right now babe.” You mumble mindlessly, eyes still not leaving the device. Having enough of your dismissive behavior, Kenma sits up from his desk chair and treads over to you. He had to admit, you looked extremely sexy playing like that and it made his dick twitch in his briefs just from looking at the sight.
When he was finally hovering over you, he places his lips on the base of your collarbone and starts to harshly suck on the warm skin there. You jolt in your place from the rush of heat that surged throughout your whole body. “K-Kenma?” You stumble, dropping the console in your lap from sudden shock.
“Wanna ignore me some more kitty?” He asks, biting down on the place he had been sucking on. Your moan echoed out in your room, making Kenma’s boner more apparent against his thin shorts. He was on top of you t this point, leaving hickeys all along your collarbone and the nape of you neck. “N-No master.” You breathe out.
He hums in response and grazes against the bare skin under your shirt, lifting it up more. He lets the bunched up fabric rest right above your pert tits, and lathers your buds in his hot saliva.
You writhe at the sensation of his rough tongue licking at your sensitive nipples, but it’s nothing compared to when his scorching mouth wraps around the peak of your boob and sucks as hard as he can.
“K-Kenma!” You shrill, gripping his brown roots. He releases your swollen breast with a lewd pop. “Didn’t wear a bra, I see. You must’ve wanted me to suck these pretty tits.” He grins, giving you a peck before sliding his hand down your shorts. “And you didn’t wear any panties either? Who would’ve known you were such a cock hungry kitten”
His words sent a shiver down your spine, which he seemed to notice and greatly appreciate. “Didn’t know you liked that, kitty.” He smirked, gliding a finger down the seam of your wet cunt. You squeaked at the contact he had given you and bucked you hips up to hopefully get him inside of you.
“Now now kitten. Nothing goes inside of you but my cock. Understand?” You nod, the statement only making the heat in your core intensify. He pulls his straining dick out of his underwear and shorts, slapping your clit with the tip of it. You look at him with pleading eyes and raises your hips again to get him to stuff you with his thick cock, and luckily, he accepts your request. He shoved his dick into your pussy at full force, loving the scream of pleasure that came with it and how it lingered in the air.
“Let’s see how much of this cock you can take before you lose your mind.”
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Hellooo! I was wondering if you could do headcannons for what Ciel and Sebastian would look for in a relationship. I love your posts btw!
I’m glad you enjoy my writing! Here are your headcanons nonnie!
Ciel
Ciel looks for a s/o who doesn’t need much.
He isn’t much for PDA,
He isn’t exactly the most affectionate BEHIND doors either,
So he like a s/o that can live without those things.
On the rare times he does cuddle or kiss you,
He expects that you will be stubborn about it.
He finds that super attractive,
And will probably end up making out with you.
Sebastian
He likes when a s/o has passion in something they do.
Whether it be art, cooking, cleaning, etc.
He just loves that they can express themselves.
He also wants a s/o that wouldn’t mind being spoiled by him.
He wants to praise his lover,
And he wants you to enjoy it rather than feel disturbed or disgusted.
Another thing he would want is someone who is very self biased.
He likes when someone can speak their opinions without a care.
#ciel x reader#ciel phamtonhive#black butler ciel#ciel phantomhive#sebastian michaelis#sebastian x reader#sebastian black butler#black butler x y/n#black butler x reader#black butler
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For the Valentines thing can I have shigaraki with a female reader with a cat quirck where she has cat ears and a tail? If possible I'd like for it to have a dom Tomura with a sub reader and with these kinks: rough sex, breeding kink, spanking, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, siz kink, and bondage? 👉👈🥺
I uh, this is the wrong account ma’am. You’re looking for my bnha account, BlownByBakugou haha. But yeah, I can get on that! I’ve been waiting for someone to request Shiggy. He is my favorite ^w^
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It took me half an hour just to have the courage to send this cuz I’m kinda shy💀but like what if ciel and alois(separate if u want) are like in there study doing there work and stuff like that but they here like faint groaning and moaning and they like hear in there y/n or there s/o so like they get mad and panic to there room just to find out that they are struggling to put there corset on(mey-rin or Hanna could be helping them) and ciel and alois just standing there like👬
With the Corset
Don’t be shy, my mind is pretty much the sluttiest place in the universe, so your request is nothing 😗.
Character: 𝕮𝖎𝖊𝖑
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕/𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗/𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖
Word Count:165
Warnings: Mentions of sex, spicy, kinda of foul language.
Ciel was peacefully doing his paperwork, when the soft sound of moaning sounded out through the wall. He stood up almost immediately, scowling as he made his way swiftly to your room and slamming the door open. “What is the meaning of this-“
There you stood. Or more, doubled over. You were wheezing and groaning while Mey-Rin stood behind you, tightening your corset. “Oh, hello Ciel. Ne-ed-“
You get the air knocked out of you when Mey-Rin pulled the ribbons of your corset harshly. “Sorry mad’am!” She squeals as she ties the ribbons quickly and excuses herself from your presence.
“As I was saying, did you need something Ciel?” You ask, your voice slightly raspy from the confines of the corset. “Uh, apologies. No, I do not. I just thought you were in...pain.”
“Well I am, but there’s nothing you nor I could do about it.” You giggle. “Yeah, I suppose not.” Ciel mumbles. “Meet me in my office in 10 minutes, with the corset.”
#ciel phamtonhive#black butler ciel#ciel x reader#black butler x y/n#black butler x reader#black butler
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Hi!! I was wondering if I can get a imagine with Mey-Rin or Alois were the reader is super tired but refuses to go to bed, when they do go to bed it’s all cute and fluffy in the end!!💕💕 Thank you you’re amazing!!
I gotta heavy feeling that I’d do better with Mey-Rin than with the cocky little shit Alois. But since I like to challenge myself, Ima do Alois to make my life harder.
Character: 𝕬𝖑𝖔𝖎𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖞
𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒
Word Count:230
Alois was losing his patience quickly. You had refused to go to sleep, and he had tried everything to try and make you. He had Claude make the bed as comfortable as possible, he had warm milk prepared for you, he had a massage given to you, but you still wouldn’t go to sleep.
“My Lovely, please go to sleep. You’ve been up for hours, and I don’t want your pretty little face to have bags.” He sighs, pressing his face into his hand.
“I can’t..” You mumble, yawning from the exhaustion. “Why not?” Alois groans, growing angry with her refusals. “It’s embarrassing...” You whimper, pawing at the ground with your feet.
“I won’t make fun of you, My future bride. I promise.” He smirks, pulling you into your room. He had one of his maids dress you for bed, and then let you settle in.
He left the room momentarily to let you sleep, but returned shortly after to check on you. You were cuddled up to a pillow, and your body was sprawled out in the most adorable way, to the point where he found himself slowly but surely inching towards you.
He surprisingly stripped down to his nightwear himself and joined you in the bed, completely abandoning his responsibilities he may or may not have had that day. All to sleep next to your cute sleeping face.
#alois x reader#black butler alois#alois trancy#trancy x reader#black butler x y/n#black butler x reader#black butler
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Can I request a one shot of Haruhi from ohshc and the reader is a bit jealous of her and Tamaki, but Haruhi reassures the reader? Or something close to that. If you have time! Have a nice day!💕
Coming right up :) Sorry, I kinda made this a drabble, but if you want a part 2 I can whip one up real fast!!
You sighed from the corner of the club room, watching Tamaki fuss over Haruhi in such an endearing way that he could never to you. You try and make your mind release all the sadness the feeling of jealousy brought you, but the moment you did, the culprit of said jealousy approached you. “Hey Y/n, you look a tad distraught. Are you okay?” Haruhi asks concerningly.
“It’s nothing Haruhi, just a bit...upset, is all” You say with a faux giggle. “I can tell. Mind telling me what’s wrong?” She asks, lightly tugging you to a booth of the empty host club. “Promise not to tell Tamaki?” You whisper. “I promise, now what’s on your mind.” Haruhi smiles. “well, I like Tamaki, but I think he likes...you. And I don’t want to wedge between you both Haruhi.” You exclaim, setting your head on the somewhat clean table.
“Well, I can tell you me and him are never going to happen. He’s like a second father to me. He literally treats me like his daughter, so I’m not interested in him like that.” Haruhi chuckles. “Oh...I feel so stupid now” You laugh as you raise your head. “No no, don’t. It was an honest mistake, and I can see why you were jealous.” She comforts.
“Thanks Haruhi, I feel better now. But, I still don’t think Tamaki likes me like that.” You say nervously. “I can’t exactly say if he does or not, but I can say you should try and ask him out. Because we both know Tamaki doesn’t have the guts for that” She explains. “Yeah, I suppose. But if I get rejected you owe me Ramen!” You call out as you begin to walk away.
“Good thing I don’t have to buy ramen.” Haruhi murmured.
#tamaki x reader#ouran x reader#tamaki ohshc#tamaki ouran#tamaki suoh#ouran high school host club#ohshc fic
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Hiya! May I Request Headcanons For Sebastian Michaelis And Ciel Phantomhive With A Significant Other Who Is A Ghost Please? Thank You! 💖
Sebastian
He is entitled to tell Ciel, so he does so,
But after talking to you a bit.
He wants to know you’re comfortable with him telling Ciel about your....
Situation?
Things don’t really change when he does,
He still talks to you.
And after awhile he tries to bring you back from the dead,
So he can feel you in his arms :).
Ciel
This boy is a different story-
He wanted you to be in his arms the MINUTE you guys were official.
You know damn straight he ordered Sebby to find a way to bring you back to life.
He often wants to talk about what it was like before you died,
Family,
Friends,
Ya know the usual.
And if some BASTARD killed you,
He gonna have their ass chopped up into a million pieces and shoved in an oven.
Sebby would make a great pie out of that dicklord 👍🏻
Sorry if you didn’t like this nonnie, I’m not very good at this 😅.
#ciel phamtonhive#ciel x reader#sebastian x reader#sebastian michaelis#black butler x y/n#black butler x reader
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Can I request head cannons of Kuroo and Bokuto with an s/o that has chubby cheeks? She doesn’t mind it when people squish, poke, or kiss em but she’s extra cute because of them 🥺
Bokuto
His most absolute favorite thing to do is poke at them.
He thinks they are just
So
Damn
Cute.
And he legit becomes depresso when anyone else squished them or something.
Your cheeks are probably what made him talk to you in the first place.
Well,
And your chipper persona
But mostly the cheeks.
He was so drawn to them that he just had to go and touch them.
And boy did he.
Poke, poke, squish, pull.
It’s all he ever does.
You once formed a small bruise on one of your cheeks because he pulled a bit too hard,
And he felt a w f u l for days.
Kuroo
The flirty bastard pulls them in front of others.
And he always has some snide comment to say about it.
And there you are-
All flush faced,
And ready to punch your rooster headed boyfriend in the nose.
But in all fairness,
You were standing there,
Quote on Quote-
“All cute n shit”
So how could he not show everyone how cute you are?
So,
According to him,
It’s your fault.
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