could you write something for oikawa slow dancing with his s/o in the kitchen? something light and fluffy?
thanks <3 ((:
worth the wait
a/n: ofc anything for u <3
warnings: post timeskip, kinda spoiler? anyways, FLUFF.
oikawa was a busy man. you knew that from the moment you agreed to leave japan with him. he couldn’t dedicate every moment to you, but when he could, those moments were perfect.
you weren’t lonely. you had reminders of him everywhere, from the lockscreen of your phone to the notes he left on the mirror for you to read while you brushed your teeth.
your love was tender and so, so worth every minute you got to watch him pursue his dream. pride swells up in your chest at every news report or excited phone call.
oikawa chose you to confide in. you to support him. you to be the one who receives everything back tenfold. he’s shown you the rawest version of himself because you’re the one he trusts and holds dearest, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
days like these, when he has practice that ends either just in time for dinner or long after you’ve already retired to bed, you curl up in bed with a book to pass the time. it’s your routine, and you’re fine with it.
some days, though, he gets out of practice early, and you can’t help but nearly jump with joy at the extra weekday time you get with him.
Summary: James asks Sirius and Y/n to pretend to date after he blurts out they are to Lily.
WordCount: 11.4k
Warnings: smut 18+, male masturbation, oral fem receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be so careful!), reader wears a bikini top, and jealousy
A/N 💌 Hope you all enjoy this; it's been my baby for a while!
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“I may have severely fucked up.” James sighs, his features tight with guilt as he stands before you. His chest is heaving like he has run all the way to you—it’s a likely theory.
Remus glances up from beside you; the two of you had been buried in your homework in the common room when James came racing in. He’s disappointed that James has disrupted the productive atmosphere. There’s no way that you or Remus will be continuing to work on your essays.
I would love a sirius x reader fic set during OoTP where the reader works at the Ministry while being part of the Order like Arthur and Kingsley, and she's staying at Grimmauld Place with Sirius. She often comes home to find him drunk and touch-starved during the school year when the only other person in the house is Kreacher. thanks xx
Hello dear anon :) I know it´s been a while since you sent me this ask. I hope you´re still in the mood for it :P I kept it pretty tame but there´s a lot of angst and it developed into a huge slow burn. Hope that´s all right and everyone enjoyes it <3
Words: 7.536
Warnings: Angst, cursing, (f!) hufflepuff reader, mentions of Sirius being bisexual, kissing, slow burn, fluff
Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.
Request: Anakin is pining over the reader who is a Jedi but is kind of oblivious and shy. Starts off with noticing his gaze from across a room and what the reader thinks are innocent touches but then escalates to thick tension that the reader chooses to ignore due to the code. Eventually Anakin can’t take it anymore and does something about it.
Warnings: Nothing just so much sweet fluff it’ll give you a tooth ache
Word Count: 5.5K
A/N: Actually wrote this one twice lol trying to decide how to do it and went with an alternating reader and Anakin point of view structure as well as changing a few things about the original request that I hope work out so as always let me know what you think!
“You’re staring” a whispered voice suddenly popping up on his right snapped Anakin out of his stupor, his spoon dropping loudly into his bowl in surprise as he jumped slightly, eyes snapping down to his padawan wearing an expression that was much too amused for his liking.
“I’m eating alone snips” he grunts, picking back up his spoon and making a point to keep his eyes down “I have to look somewhere”
“Sure sure” she nods seriously from beside him, moving her head closer to his shoulder and looking out over the room just as he had “well now that I’m here should we both stare at Y/N?”
At the mention of your name he jumped again, moving immediately to try and quiet Ahsoka and only achieving in knocking his bowl to the ground, the spoon reverberating loudly against the bowl as they strike the ground, soup spraying up and splashing Anakin and Ahsoka’s feet, effectively drawing the attention of the entire room.
On instinct Anakin’s gaze came up and sought out yours immediately, catching a small amused smile on your lips, gaze snapping back down to his feet as he felt one of his own grow on his lips in response, mentally scolding both himself and Ahsoka as he felt the tips of his ears go red.
“There, are you happy now?” he asked Ahsoka, sending a glare in the young padawans direction, getting the girls best attempt at holding in her laughter in response. “Yeah that tracks” he sighed, bending down to pick up his now empty bowl. Rushing from the room before he could embarrass himself in front of you any further.
Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), PIV sex, language kink, parseltongue kink
Summary: request: "mc finds herself absolutely taken with Ominis and his parselmouth." aka mc is absolutely taken with ominis' mouth in every sense of the word
“But you don’t even understand what I’m saying,” he counters, curious.
“N-no,” you whine.
« I suppose it doesn’t matter, does it, sweetheart? » he hisses. « You’re a troublesome little thing, you hardly listen to me when you can understand. »
carnal — sebastian sallow x fem!reader x ominis gaunt
plot summary: Challenging two renowned Aurors responsible for almost half of the imprisonment of numerous dark wizards leads to you experiencing being hunted for your life during a celebratory party at the ministry.
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, dark themes, slight plot with porn, aged up characters (silver trio are in their mid 20's), sebastian and ominis are aurors, random ocs mentioned (i just shit out names tbh), random hp shit as well not sure some of them exist in the canon lore, reader is a magizoologist in a partnership w the ministry, they hunt u down (its all roleplay), dominis, switch seb, bottom reader, she/her prns is used for reader, ominis, you and seb like pulling each others hair lmfao, oral sex, p in v sex, choking, all the nasty stuff.
notes: inspired by @/pseudonymmcwriter i love prns fics pls you should check them out if ur into detroit become human <3 minors are highly discouraged from reading. read at your own risk. pt 2 of carnal.
can i formally request something? (i have no idea if you take smut requests so please ignore me if not😭) a barty x reader smut where everyone already thinks they’re together so they’re like 🤔?? maybe they’re onto something
and maybe if they try to tell people (read regulus) they’re just like -_-¿ this is new
and well done on your exams!! i’m sure you aced them
hahaha omg this is so Barty and reader coded fr. thanks for your request (I hope I did it justice)
Barty Crouch Jr x afab fem!reader who has sex for the first sodding time, Evan
CW: smut - like straight up porn people, p in v intercourse, pussy slapping cuz apparently I'm a freak, soft choking, a slap in the face if you squint, 18+
This conversation had been going on for so long that you were truly fighting the urge to throw your head back and let out a guttural scream out of pure frustration.
But Barty never fought his urges.
“For fuck’s sake!” He screeched. “How many sodding times do you need me to say it: we - are - not - to - geth - er!” He shouted at Evan, emphasising each syllable with a stomp of his foot.
Evan smirked and shared a look with Dorcas before rolling his eyes.
“Sure. And what exactly is this?” He asked, gesturing with his book at your tangled forms.
Okay, so maybe you and Barty were physically affectionate with each other - but that didn’t mean anything.
“What?” Barty asked simply.
“The way you’re sitting, Junior.” Dorcas drawled in a bored tone.
You both looked at each other like you were only just now realising your proximity to each other.
first of all; thank you, thank you! *bows dramatically*
secondly; here's a celebratory Barty fic
Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!readerand James is not pleased
There were a few things in life that being James Potter’s twin sister made particularly difficult.
One such thing was your ability to have friends (or, in your case, a boyfriend) not pre-approved by him.
You heard a horrified squawking sound as you made the last step down the stairs into the Gryffindor common room and looked up to see James staring at you with wide eyes while Sirius smirked, Remus rolled his eyes, and Peter groaned dramatically.
“Where do you think you’re going!?” James demanded as he all but stepped over Peter to make his way over to you.
“Prongs, please, this is the fourth time you abandoned this chess game.” Peter whined as Sirius snickered.
“Leave the poor girl alone, James. You’re not her mother.” Remus chided, causing you to raise your eyebrows at your brother as if saying “yeah!”
“Where are you going?” James amended with an eye roll of his own.
“Slytherin.” You answered simply, crossing your arms over your chest as you challenged your brother head on.
“And what are you wearing?” He continued displeasing; plucking at the long-sleeved t-shirt you currently adorned between his two fingers as if it was something particularly disgusting he’d found on the side of the road.
You scoffed derisively as you swatted his hands away. “What? Are joggers and a long sleeved shirt not modest enough, James?”
He narrowed his eyes at you as he petulantly swatted you back for having swatted him. “These are boys' clothes, Y/N; you’re wearing a boy’s clothes. Oh my Godric; you’re sleepingwith him, aren’t you!” He accused theatrically.
He spun on the spot to face his friends and dragged you beside him roughly by the arm as he pointed at you. “She’s wearing his clothes!Junior is defiling my sister.”
And though that wasn’t technically untrue, it wasn’t the fucking point, or any of his business.
“James!” You shouted over his panicked trade, ignoring Peter’s protests at him being “far too invested in his own sister’s sexual habits.”
“James Fleamont Potter!” You bellowed, grabbing your brother by a fistful of his hair and pulling his face towards you. “This is your shirt. I took it from your trunk.”
James froze in his place; hunched over like a ventriloquist dummy that you were controlling by means of his hair as he took a second look at your outfit.
A brief look of embarrassment flashed across his features as his eyes flit back up to yours.
“Huh.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Funny that.”
You sneered at him and shoved him away from you. “As lovely as this was, Jamie, I’ll be leaving.”
“Wait! No!” James started, reaching for you before he was being physically redirected back towards the couch by Remus.
“Come on, James; leave your sister alone, yeah?” He said jovially as he thumped James on the back twice.
“Go on, Princess, while he’s distracted. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Sirius called, shooting you a salacious wink.
You barked a laugh and shook your head. “That doesn’t leave much off limits, Black.”
James squawked again as Sirius laughed boisterously and you left the Gryffindor common room behind you.
Blessedly, the noise level (and general vibe) in the Slytherin common room was far more relaxed as you stepped through the door.
Barty whipped his head towards the sound sporting a very severe expression on his face until his eyes landed on you, causing his expression to turn into a beaming smile as he flipped the chess board he’d been in the middle of playing with Evan over; telling his friend to “get fucking lost, my girl is here.”
You chuckled at Evan’s petulant grumblings as Barty swept you up off your feet into a bear hug and breathed you in.
“What took you so long, angelcakes?” He said through a sigh as he placed you back onto your feet, though kept your face secure within his hands as he smiled down at you.
“I had to fight off my brother on my way.”
Barty rolled his eyes dramatically and lowered his voice. “If you need me to kill him, just say the word, Princess; he’ll never bother you again.”
You chuckled and teasingly smacked his arm. “Brothers are meant to be a bother; that’s what they’re put on this earth for.”
Regulus offered you a ‘hear, hear’ as Barty escorted you towards his dorm room.
You were no sooner curled up against Barty on his bed when he was pulling you away from him and scrutinising your form.
“What are you wearing?” He asked bemusedly.
You groaned dramatically and threw yourself back onto the bed. “What is it with everyone and their obsession with my outfit!?”
“It’s not the outfit, it’s the shirt.” Barty explained, sitting up to get a better look at you.
“It’s just a shirt - not even a very nice one at that.” You muttered, looking down at the random shirt you’d pilfered from your brother’s trunk; why were boys clothes so much more comfortable!?
“How dare you!” Barty bristled in offence. “I spent a lot of my father’s dirty money on that shirt!”
You looked at your boyfriend with furrowed brows. “Barty, this isn’t your shirt?”
“I know - I bought it for Reg for his birthday last year.”
This was Regulus’ shirt?
But…
“Barty…” You started slowly, realisation dawning on you as you met your boyfriends bemused eyes. “I stole this shirt from Jamie’s room.”
Barty’s brows furrowed further as he looked back down at yourJames’Regulus’ shirt. “Why…why would Potter have Reg’s shirt?”
You let the silence sit for a few moments before each of you were scrambling from Barty’s bed and racing to the common room.
“Are you sleeping with my brother!?” You shouted at the same time Barty screeched, “you’re fucking a Potter too!?”
Regulus had looked up from his book though staunchly refused to look at you; and whilst his face remained impassive, a furious blush overtook his face.
“I’M TELLING SIRIUS!” You shouted as you turned and bolted towards the door; Regulus hot on your heels shouting “don’t you fucking dare!”, and Barty cackling madly as he followed the two of you up to Gryffindor tower.
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