#↠fluff prompt 9

[akutasoda]

Hii, just saw that u have prompts and I wanna ask u if u can do Prompt 9 w/ Aventurine plz?👀

sudden whispering kisses

prompt - first kisses

includes - aventurine

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, wc - 603

you'd like to think that you would get used to aventurines habits - or atleast find them more tolerable. sure you two hadn't been dating that long but you'd known him longer than this relationship and maybe you were a bit presumptuous to assume you would have a grasp on his ways by now. however it wouldn't be unreasonable to assume that somebody may show a different side to them to a loved one instead of a friend.

by no means was aventurine open and honest with people. for too long had he relied on a simple poker face, large gambles and a web of lies to get to where he was - sometimes he wondered if he had lost himself in it. so to let someone get this close to him to allow them into a relationship? he would sometimes admit he'd think it would've been impossible.

getting into this relationship had been no issue but the reality of finally having you by his side was dawning, but he wouldn't back down. it may be slightly toxic to view your relationship as the greatest gamble he'd ever make but it would be all worth it to him if you were his final prize.

and so, due to his real reluctance to actually let his guard down it would take a while for him to commit to something as simple as a first kiss. he was eccentric sure, hand holding, hugs and even chaste kisses to your forehead or hand but never a proper kiss. you would soon find out that the first kiss you'd share with him would in fact be in his most vulnerable.

he'd never admit it, but he started viewing your presence and your embrace as a sanctuary. a safe place. somewhere where he was no longer one of the ten stonehearts and esteemed gambler, instead he was your lover. if he ever admitted this it would be his ultimate show of weakness to you and he just wasn't ready for that.

that didn't stop him from seeking you out after a tiring day that got to him alot more than he'd let on. his mind was practically drained and the only person he'd want to be around was you and so without thinking he seeked out your presence - more requested you to find his room at the reverie to wait for him to exit the dreamscape.

he woke just in time to hear your knocking and made no wait in opening the door and letting you in before checking it was locked properly again. you could practically see the tiredness etched across his face - while he may look completely fine to others, you finally started being able to pick up on these ques.

before he even had time to get in a comment of such, you had grabbed his arm and lead him to the couch in the room. rest was rare for aventurine, and so he unconsciously rested his head against your shoulder for a moment of respite. his mind started wondering in the silence, was meeting you a true show of his luck? and before he knew it he had turned your head to look at him before pressing his lips against yours.

you were taken aback at first but very soon pressed into the kiss with just as much adoration as aventurine showed. eventually you both had to move away with much sadness but at least aventurine had visibly perked up. his life consited mainly on gambles and perhaps he had finally sealed his win for his ultimate prize, the love of his life. you.

[cumulo-stratus]

Soaked in Adoration

(GIF NOT MINE)

Description: My HC's around spencer and bathing/showering with his partner

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of swearing, lemme know if theres anything else!

Flufftober Day 9: Bathing/Showering together

A/N: i know im still behind but i have this week off from school so expect more fics!

i think early season reid would be rly awkward around bathing together so you would let it happen at a natural pace

at first you would herd him to the bathroom and start the shower before leaving him to get undressed while you get him some PJ’s and unpack his go bag 

after he gets comfortable with that you start helping him get undressed 

you would run your hands across his tense frame, hoping to ease some of the tension in his shoulders and arms

he would whine quietly at the comforting touch 

and then you would let him get in the shower- and let him do his own thing 

but eventually spencer wanted more 

he would call for you usually at least once or twice every time stating he “needed a kiss” 

of course you would oblige before going back to what you were doing

eventually this lead to taking showers together after spencers cases 

now not only would you help him get undressed- he would help you get undressed 

sometimes you would have to remind spencer that he cant just hug you the entire time- he actually has to take a shower 

now for baths 

i think he would almost always prefer laying in your arms- not the other way around 

he would need to feel safe and protected yk

i also think he would love if you wash his hair/ play with his hair in like anyway 

like if you just run your fingers through his hair/finger comb it  he would practically whine <3

i think he wold be at his peak for loving it when he has really long hair in like season 5

i think he would also equally enjoy helping you get clean- spencer is the kinda guy that finds happiness in fulfilling the needs of his partner

like it would make him happy to see you all relaxed and wrapped up in a towel afterwards 

okay now for late season reid 

i think post prison reid would now much rather hold you- than be held at this point 

like he’d feel the need to protect you after seeing everything he did in prison- like he’d need to know your there kinda 

but he’d still be a big old softie when it comes to you playing with his hair 

he’d still fucking melt every time man istg 

like if you were taking a shower before work together and he “needs help” washing his hair you wouldn’t hesitate to lightly massage his scalp as you rub in the shampoo

he’d melt into you oml

i also think that after years of being together it would become happenstance to take a quick shower together before one of you guys has work, and especially if spencer has a case so you guys can spend the most possible time together before he leaves for sometimes almost a week 

[kybercrystals94]

Hide and Seek and Training

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 9 | Prompt 9: Bees

Rated: T | Words: 2496 | Summary: Training with Omega goes awry when bees become involved. [Character Focus: Tech, Omega, Hunter, Wrecker, Echo]

“I love this game,” Wrecker whispers loudly to Omega, interrupting Hunter for the third time.

Tech adjusts his goggles irritably. “This isn’t a game, Wrecker. This is training.”

“If it’s training, then why is it fun?”

“I think all training is fun!” Omega pipes up happily.

Hunter sighs. “Can we just get through the instructions before we decide what’s fun and what’s not? Please?”

Echo chuckles from his perch on the Marauder’s ramp. “Kids, listen to your dad!” he calls out.

“Maker help me,” Hunter mutters. He takes a breath and starts again. “Alright. Omega, Wrecker, and Tech…you three, separately, are going to find places in the woods to lay low. Make sure to cover your tracks. After ten minutes, we’re going to see how long it takes me to find you.”

“And the last one found, wins!” Wrecker practically shouts.

Another sigh. “Sure,” Hunter agrees reluctantly.

“This sounds a lot like hide and seek,” Omega comments, smiling brightly up at Wrecker.

“The strategies are similar,” Tech admits, “however, this is a survival simulation.”

Wrecker laughs. “Can we start, Sarge?”

“Get out of here,” Hunter says, waving them off with a grin.

Wrecker and Omega are off like blaster shots, tearing into the forest like their very lives depend on it. Hunter can hear them crashing through the undergrowth even after they’ve disappeared from sight. At this rate, he won’t have to use his enhancements at all to pick up their trail.

Tech takes a much more tactical approach, starting the timer on his chrono and heading out in the opposite direction of his far more enthusiastic siblings. He is absolutely going to give Hunter a run for his credits.

Hunter ambles over to Echo and sits down next to his cyborg brother, glancing at his own chrono to keep track of the time.

“Who are you going after first?” Echo asks.

Hunter chuckles. “How upset do you think Tech would be if I made him lose to Wrecker?”

“You’d better start sleeping with one eye open if you go that route,” Echo muses.

“Well, then, I guess I’ll just play it by ear and see what happens,” Hunter decides, leaning back on his elbows, ready to enjoy the peace and quiet these ten minutes will indulge him.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Omega stops suddenly, turning to look back at where she came from. She can’t see the Marauder through the trees anymore. Perfect. Glancing around, she kneels and touches the cool, damp earth with her fingertips. Hunter will be able to track her to this point easily. Just as she planned. It will make it much more fun when she disappears like a ghost.

With little effort, Omega clambers up the nearest tree, the toes of her boots finding quick purchase in the gnarled bark, and her fingers easily curling around protruding knots. She makes it to the first branch in seconds, and straddles it for a moment to plan her next move. The neighboring tree has a branch nearly touching hers, so she stands and edges her way toward it. A small jump later, and she claims the adjacent tree.

A few minutes lates, Omega is more than half a dozen trees away from where she started. Hunter will begin his search soon. She might have the advantage of him going after her more experienced brothers first; however, she can also imagine him coming after her first, if only to make sure she is safe. Therefore, she needs to get herself out of sight as quickly as possible, just in case.

Omega begins to climb higher, where the leaves and branches become denser. She smiles to herself, wondering if Hunter will be surprised at how well she has done. Her training is finally paying off.

She is so distracted by her joyous thoughts that she doesn’t notice the humm of agitated buzzing just to her left as she settles comfortably onto a thick branch, peering down through the soft leaves.

After a few minutes of quiet, Omega feels the sensation of legs on the back of her neck. She stiffens, resisting the urgent impulse to reach up and slap away the unknown creature. If she threatens it, whatever it is might sting or bite. She prays it has wings and will just fly away on its own. Then the sensation tickles down to the collar of her shirt.

No, no, no, Omega thinks desperately, not down my shirt!

She catches movement on her arm out the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she sees an insect, brightly colored, winged, and armed with a stinger. Omega releases a shuddering breath when she sees another join its friend on her sleeved arm, and another flying lazily past her face.

She notices the buzzing now.

Slowly, Omega looks back at where the branch she sits on meets the tree. Tucked into the crook, a muddy looking structure is swarming with the colorful insects. Bees, Omega’s memory supplies frantically.

She needs to get down from here.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Tech has found the perfect hiding place when his comm pings. Internalizing a sigh of frustration, he glances down at the source code. Crosshair’s old source code…Omega’s current source code. He answers immediately. “Omega?”

“Tech,” Omega’s voice is strained and hushed. She sounds terrified. “I need help. I don’t know what to do!”

“Alright. First, we must remain calm. Tell me exactly what is wrong and where you are,” Tech says, keeping his own voice temperate. He pulls out his data pad and begins the trace on Omega’s beacon.

Omega’s voice quakes, and Tech thinks she might be crying. “I’m–in a tree…and there’s bees? A lot of bees, and they are everywhere! They have stingers, and I’m afraid they’ll sting me if I move.”

Not an unreasonable fear to have under the circumstances. Tech climbs down from his hiding place and begins to follow the beacon at a brisk pace. He plans to briefly research the type of insects Omega has encountered during his trek. It might be vital to her safe extraction from the situation. “Can you describe what these ‘bees’ look like? Do you see their domicile?”

“Uhm,” Omega’s voice wobbles through distractedly, “Yeah. They’re colorful…red and blue and orange and yellow with black stripes. And they have a hive that looks like it’s made out of mud…maybe?”

Tech types in the brief description and pulls up an article on the species. Polychromatic Wasps. His eyes drift over the information briefly. “Alright, Miss Omega, I am enroute to your location now. It seems that this particular species of wasp - or bee - will not attack unless they feel threatened. My recommendation is that you remain perfectly stationary until I arrive.”

“I’m scared,” Omega admits weakly.

Tech hesitates. “I understand. We will have you out of this situation in short order, and you will be fine. I promise.”

“Okay,” Omega says. A slight strengthening in her tone suggests that she believes him.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Hunter is surprised when he hears Tech’s familiar tread coming toward him, and is even more surprised at the speed at which his brother is moving. He comes into view a moment later, not even glancing up from his data pad as he approaches Hunter. “Omega is in distress. We must get to her location immediately.”

Tact and gentle verbal blows are not among Tech’s enhancements. Hunter’s heart rate accelerates to what feels like an inhuman speed. “What? Where is she?” he demands, falling into hurried step next to Tech.

“I’ve got her location locked,” Tech tells him. “She says that she came across a wasp nest when she climbed a tree. She is unharmed at present, just frightened.”

Hunter at first questions why Omega would comm Tech before any of her other brothers, especially brothers that might be closer to her aid. It dawns on him that Omega – always resourceful – would have called Tech first in order for him to provide her the information she would need until rescue came. She knows how to utilize her brothers’ strengths, and for that, he is incredibly proud of her.

“Here,” Tech says, stopping at the base of a tree. He looks up. “Omega?” he calls out.

A small voice calls back from the depths of the leaves and branches. “I’m here, Tech. They haven’t stung me.”

“Excellent!” Tech calls back. He starts to remove his pack.

“I can go,” Hunter says, already putting his hands to the trunk to find his first grips.

Tech shakes his head, dropping his pack to the ground and nudging Hunter aside. “I am far better suited to the task…and I’ll need you down here to catch her when I drop her down.”

“Wait, what?” Hunter asks in alarm, but Tech is already climbing.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Omega almost bursts into tears of relief when Tech appears through the leaves and branches. But she holds them back with a painful swallow, keenly aware that she now has at least a dozen bees crawling over her person, with dozens more flying about, perturbed about their motionless intruder.

Tech climbs the rest of the way up onto the branch, bracing himself so that he is facing Omega. “I have a plan,” he says immediately.

Omega gives the tiniest nod. “Okay.”

“It seems that the wasps are becoming agitated, probably due to the presence of your scent in their territory,” Tech continues. “That is why we are going to remove you from the situation rather abruptly.”

“How?”

“I am going to drop you down from the tree, and Hunter is going to catch you. That is the fastest way.”

“Am I going to get stung?” Omega asks. “They’re all over me!”

Tech moves closer, slowly. “I can see that. Unfortunately, there is the possibility that any or all of us will be stung. While it is painful and not ideal, it is not deadly. Clones are not allergic to bee or wasp stings.”

Omega knows Tech means to be encouraging; however, just the idea of being stung renews her impulse to cry. She sniffs, willing herself to be brave. After all, she got herself into this mess, and her brothers are bravely getting her out, at the risk of being stung themselves.

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Omega says, “Okay, tell me what I need to do.”

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Hunter hates that the canopy of leaves is shielding his siblings from view, although he can hear Omega and Tech talking in hushed tones — which means, he supposes, that they are okay for the moment. If she hadn’t happened to come across a wasp nest doing it, Hunter would be very impressed with Omega’s hiding place. Obviously, though, they still needed to work on her spatial awareness…

His comm crackles to life. “Hunter, I am going to be lowering Omega through the branches, and on the count of three, I will release her. Are you ready to catch her?”

Instead of speaking through his comm, Hunter calls up, “I’m ready!”

“I should note,” Tech adds, as an obvious afterthought, “there is a high likelihood that you and Omega will be stung. I was not able to get many off of her without angering the hive.”

Hunter grits his teeth. He would rather none of them got stung, especially Omega; however, a sting or two is better than the alternative. “Got it,” he calls up.

There is rustling, and then Omega’s boots appear, immediately followed by her legs, torso and head. She is dangling by her arms, both hands clinging tightly to Tech’s forearm. Hunter can see the multicolored wasps crawling against the muted fabric of her clothes. There must be about a dozen of the things. He hopes most of them fly away the moment she drops.

As if they’d be so lucky.

Hunter shifts his stance, readying himself.

Omega’s eyes meet his for a moment, and he sees the tears glistening on her eyelashes.

“We got this, Omega,” he says encouragingly, hoping his expression doesn’t appear as frantic as the blood pounding in his ears.

She nods and looks up again at Tech, who is still invisible to Hunter. “I’m ready.”

Tech says over comms, “One…two…three!”

Omega drops then. It is only a split second between watching her fall and catching her, but it stretches for hours, especially when Omega lets out a squeak of terror at the brief free fall. Hunter catches Omega under her arms and places her on the ground. Using his gloved hands, he swats away the wasps that cling to her. Most of them fly away, but a couple decide to fight back against the assault.

Hunter feels a couple of stings immediately on his exposed wrists, and one just under his right ear. He is more focused on Omega, who seems to have been stung on the back of her neck and hands.

Tech drops down from the tree a moment later. “I suggest we run,” he says as the sound of enraged wasps buzz louder.

Hunter scoops Omega up and runs.

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Tech hates being fussed over but Echo is relentless. So he tries to hold as still as possible as Echo analyzes each sting to be sure they are healing properly, and dabbing bacta ointment over the wounds.

“Are you about finished?” he asks with a hiss after Echo accidentally prods a wound a little too hard.

“You are making this harder than it needs to be,” Echo says without a hint of remorse as he pokes at the next sting.

Tech rolls his eyes, but allows Echo to finish his checks without further complaint. At long last, Echo leaves Tech alone to do as he pleases, which is to sit in his rack with his data pad and try not to irritate his minor injuries.

He isn’t left alone for long.

“Tech?”

Tech looks up to see Omega standing at the foot of his bunk.

“Are you doing alright, Omega?” he asks her, noticing the swollen welts on her hands and neck from her own stings. They don’t look red or irritated, which is excellent.

Omega nods, wincing slightly at the movement. “I’m okay. I just wanted to thank you…for helping me…and I’m sorry you got stung more than any of us.”

Tech smiles. “No thanks are necessary. I was more than happy to assist.”

Omega smiles back, but it doesn’t reach her usually bright eyes.

“Also, I meant to tell you,” Tech continues offhandedly, “that had the wasps not been involved, I am quite confident you would have won the training exercise.”

This catches Omega’s attention. She stands a little straighter. “Really?”

“Absolutely,” Tech says. “I was hoping you might share with me your strategy. It could prove to be a valuable resource in the future.”

Omega looks absolutely delighted. “Sure! Are you going to write a report about it?”

“I’ve already started.”

At that, the little girl in their care practically radiates light as she rushes to his side to give him all the details.

END

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[nykie-love-anime]

Day 9 ~ Kisses

Warning: Kissing and mentions of sex

Hawks and your favourite kisses.

His kisses

Forehead Kisses

They are full of emotion after a bad day and he just wants to crawl into bed with you

This is his preferred way to show you his love in public because his bosses would have his ass if there were anything more

Kisses you on the forehead when you are sick or just have a headache, to make you feel a lot better

The media loves capturing forehead kisses and a lot of those photos are in albums you have created over the years of being with your husband

Pecks

When he goes on patrol at night he gives you a quick peck on the lips to say goodbye

Even when he is late to work you are always greeted with a peck to the lips

When he gets home after patrol late at night he gives you a peck on the lips softly as to not wake you up

PDA at home is his favourite because he can kiss you however he likes, wherever he likes without anyone seeing anything

The more intimate the kisses the better

Cheek Kisses

When you are washing dishes he loves to kiss you on the cheek while wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you into his back

When you guys are watching a movie and it starts to get boring it will always lead to cheek kisses, which leads to full on make out sessions

He loves to pick you up after cheek kisses and carry you around the house to treat you like the princess that you are

Your kisses

Forehead Kisses

When you want something you will give him forehead kisses because he knows this is your way of asking

Or getting out of something you have no interest in, especially when it comes to hero galas

“What the wife wants the wife gets.” he always tells people when they are question why you are not there

When you want to annoy him this is your favourite place to kiss because he always begs for more and you run away making him chase you around the house

Or when you are just plain tired you love to give the man forehead kisses not wanting anything more than to feel him

Jaw Kisses

You love kissing his jaw when he gets home after a long day at work

You love to sit on his lap for this type of kisses because that usually leads to a fun time right where you guys are

You could kiss him like this for the whole day especially when he wears the perfume you bought him for his birthday

Cheek Kisses

Your cheek kisses is just intimate

It is your way of showing your love for him

And it is your favourite kisses after jaw kisses

You love cheek kisses because this usually leads to passionate kisses and those are your favourite

Both Your Kisses

Both your kisses are passionate and filled with love no matter how quick the kiss is over

Hawks takes any kiss he can get because he loves your lips touching his skin

Both of you like biting lips during a make out session and sometimes it can get a little rough which leads to bleeding lips

He loves seeing your smiling after a quick peck

And you love seeing the annoyed look on his face when you don’t give in to his begging of more kisses

So when it comes to kissing you guys really hit the jackpot because no matter what the kisses are always filled with so much love

Touching is a must with all the kisses that you share

“I love you.” Kisses are the best because a lot of times that leads to a day in the bed or on the couch filled with passionate kisses

Hawks knows shoulder kisses leads to you giving in to whatever he has planned no matter if it is kinky or just a day out

And you know shoulder kisses leads with him leads to mind blowing orgasms for the rest of the day

Day 8 | Masterlist | Day 10

[dumplingsjinson]

Heyy there, I'm working on a new fanfic and since I'm a very new writer, maybe you could write some prompts for me? Like: realizing feelings, pining, cute interactions❤️ So far my fanfictions have been quite short, but I desperately wanna write a longer pining fic. Would you help me out pls? 🙏

List of realisation of feelings prompts

The idea that they could ever like them had always seemed so ludicrous to them, almost laughable, but right now, as they gaze at them; as they watch their lips curl up into its usual sweet smile and their eyes light up, the rays of the afternoon sun glowing softly on their skin, they can feel their heartbeat quickening, their breath catching in their throat. Oh, they think, the thought fleeting but enough to make them swallow, thickly, as the realisation dawns upon them. So maybe I do like them.

“Oh, I’m so fucking screwed. I’m fucked. I’m like— fucked fucked.” “What happened?” “My stupid feelings happened, that’s what.” 

Letting slip an “I like you” but not taking it back even as Character B stares at them, eyes wide. “What?” Character B asks, and Character A clenches their jaw. “I like you,” Character A repeats, firmer this time. “I don’t know how it happened, but I… I like you.” 

Realising that they like them but choosing to hide their feelings because they don’t want to ruin what they already have.

“I don’t know why I act the way I do around you, but I just… It’s not normal. I’m not usually like this.” “…You do know why, you’re just too scared to admit to it out loud.”

Only realising how they feel when they see them in the arms of another person. 

“I didn’t realise how breath-taking you were until today.” 

“You’re always driving me up the fucking walls, but even then, I still like you.” 

“I can’t believe this!” “What? What happened?” “I like them. I fucking like them. What the hell?”

“…This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not with you.” 

List of “so I think I have a one-sided crush on them, so I’m going to pine after them, not tell them how I feel while assuming they don't feel the same towards me” prompts

“You’ve been acting so weird lately. Is something wrong?” “Oh, no. Nothing’s wrong. I’m just feeling a little under the weather, that’s all.”

“Did I do something wrong?” “No, of course not. Why?” “Because I can feel you distancing yourself from me.”

Staring at them from afar and wishing they could have something more with them. 

The usual “They’d never like me back, not in that way” and being met with incredulous stares from their friends because are they really that dense?

“I don’t get it. What is it that you really want from me?” “I want…” You. “I want you to stay away from me.” 

Knowing — or more like assuming — they’d never like them back but still falling, hard, anyway.

Soft, intimate gestures shared between them that have their heart beating like crazy. 

Both of them on the brink of spilling their guts to each other but the thought of ruining their friendship is so terrifying that it keeps them at bay. 

It’s all about the internal yearning and angst. IT’S ALL ABOUT THE INTERNAL YEARNING AND ANGST. IT’S ALL ABOUT THE INTERNAL YEARNING AND ANGST. (I cannot stress this enough!!)

“I can’t— I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore.” “What the hell does that mean?” “I can’t keep pretending, [name]! I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you. It’s to the point where it kills me because you would never see me the way I see you.”

List of cute interactions between characters 

Playing with the other’s hair, fingers carding through soft locks; the other person letting them play with their hair.

Leaning into their touch, a contented smile on their lips.

Leaning against each other while they’re both laughing over something only they find funny.

Glancing at each other across the room, matching smiles dawning upon their faces as their eyes meet somewhere in the middle.

Hugs that last longer than usual but neither of them minding it, content with being in each other’s arms.

Singing the other to sleep.

Being each other’s personal cheerleaders.

Nose boops that have the other person wrinkling their nose, eliciting laughter from the booper.

Coming up with nicknames only they call each other.

Character A waking up to the Character B gazing at them. “What?” Character A asks, sleepiness tinging their softly-spoken words. “Nothing. You’re just… Really pretty,” Character B mumbles, brushing a strand of hair behind their ear which has fallen into their face, and Character A’s cheeks pinken at that.

LINKING PINKIES (literally will go feral over this!!!)

Unable to stop a smile from curling at their lips whenever the other does something in which most people would find stupid, but they find so incredibly endearing. 

Their hands always finding each other’s no matter the circumstance.

Forehead kisses which linger for longer than necessary. 

Falling asleep on a call together because neither of them want to hang up.

[arminsumi]

Hello! Can I ask for Eren with prompt 9? I would love to have a tutor like Eren since I can't learn this German for last couple of years and it's horrifying 😭

Honestly, props to you for even attempting German, I don't dare anywhere near it! Ty for your request and I hope you like how it turned out (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

Schätzelein

Prompt 9 / E. Jaeger

"They try to teach you German"

Though he's patient, Eren can't suppress his laughter sometimes while teaching you German.

Cws; fluff, Eren is a lil flirty, pre-est friendship

Notes; gn!Y/n, college au

How to pronounce schätzelein (this is just me being a crackhead)

"Ah, you're precious." Eren huffs away a laugh.

"Did I not pronounce it right?" You look at him with big eyes.

"Well, for the most part, you did — it's just — " He licks the inside of his cheek, and has to huff away a laugh again, " — Don't worry about it, let's continue."

So you continue, and Eren doesn't correct your pronunciation of that one word, because it cracks him up. Meanwhile, you're sitting there wondering why he's trying so hard to suppress giggles and growing red in the face.

He reaches a breaking point and leans back onto your bed, ringing out with the best laugh you've ever heard.

"What — what on earth did you just say?" He wheezes.

"I don't know, you tell me!" You throw your hands up.

Eren sighs and heaves a breath to steady himself after such a good laugh.

"Precious, you're absolutely precious." He thinks to himself.

Eren composes himself, and then leans in close to you so he can peer at your textbook. His scent is so soft and comforting, you almost want to give up learning for the day just so you can rest on his chest and sleep.

After correcting your pronunciation, and slowly reciting the phrase with you, syllable-by-syllable, Eren looks at you tenderly.

"What?" You look up at him.

"Huh?" He flicks up his brows.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" You smile shyly.

"Nothing." He says nonchalantly, and looks back at the textbook, "I just think it's cool that you want to learn German. I mean, your pronunciation is — "

" — Don't say it!"

" — Absolutely dreadful — but you'll get there."

For some reason his lips spread into a grin. He's probably thinking of all the words you mispronounced today. Ah, yeah, he definitely is, look; now he's suppressing laughter again.

"What!" You cry out, "What is it this time!" You laugh with him.

"Nothing, nothing, ah, you're the sweetest, ' schätzelein." He says.

"What does that mean?" You ask, squinting at him in suspicion, "Did you just call me an idiot or something?"

"Figure it out." He teases.

"That's not fair! Tell me! C'mon, please, I wanna know!" You whine.

Eren just grins at you evilly, and continues teaching as if he didn't just call you 'darling'. He stubbornly refused to tell you what it meant.

I will never forget how my mom and grandma howled with laughter when I was trying to learn the lyrics to YouSeeBigGirl. I can't live down my pronunciation of lebendige ┐('～`;)┌

[ace-reader]

Buddie soft morning

The first light of dawn crept through the half-open blinds, casting a warm glow across the room where Evan and Eddie were nestled under a cocoon of soft blankets. The world outside was quiet, the usual hustle and bustle not yet begun, allowing them a few more precious moments in their sanctuary.

Buck's eyes fluttered open to the sight of Eddie's peaceful face, his breathing deep and even in sleep. A smile tugged at Buck's lips as he watched the man he loved, the rise and fall of Eddie's chest a comforting rhythm that he had come to cherish. With the utmost care not to wake him, Buck inched closer, closing the miniscule distance between them, until his forehead rested gently against Eddie's.

It wasn't long before Eddie stirred, the sensation of Buck's warm breath against his skin coaxing him from the depths of sleep. His eyes opened to meet Buck's soft gaze, a silent greeting that filled the room with an unspoken affection. "Morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep but tender with emotion.

"Morning," Buck replied, his hand finding Eddie's under the blankets, fingers intertwining as naturally as if they were made to fit together. They shared a smile, and then Buck leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. It was a simple gesture, but it held all the love and history between them.

The kiss deepened as Eddie responded, his hand cradling Buck's cheek, thumb caressing the skin there. They took their time, savoring the intimacy of the moment, the way their lips moved together in a dance as familiar as it was exhilarating. There was no urgency, no need to rush through the affection they so freely gave one another.

Eventually, they parted, but only just, their foreheads still touching as they shared soft breaths and quiet laughter. "We should probably get up," Eddie said, though he made no move to leave the warmth of their bed.

"In a minute," Buck replied, and that minute turned into several as they lay there, wrapped up in each other, exchanging lazy kisses and soft touches that spoke of a deep, abiding love.

When they finally made their way to the kitchen, it was with a sense of contentment, their hands still joined. They moved together with an ease born of countless mornings just like this, making coffee and breakfast with shared glances and small touches.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Blossom

It started out small, this thing between them.

Fragile.

Tentative.

They were certain it couldn’t last. 

But that tiny little seed of hope had blossomed into the most beautiful thing in Harry’s life. It had become a great tree that bore fruits of strength, gentleness, and love every single day.

Written for the @microficmay prompt: blossom (read more of my microfic may drarry fics)

[nctpromptmeme]

POST #3 - AUG 8/23

PROMPT #8:

in deep need of a fic with asshole jaemin, enemies to lovers, angsty but also fluffy, arranged marriage/marriage of convenience and it's kinda forced proximity?? it's kind of a lot sorry 😭😭

PROMPT #9:

kun angsty orchestra au, like they can be rivals, or he can be that unattainable love

PROMPT #10:

yangyang dom multiple cum and big d creampie smut [admin note: i received two similar ones back to back, so i combined them - if they should be separate, please let me know]

will update this post with links and reblogs if there are works completed for the prompts.

if you are a writer who wishes to complete any of these, please mention this blog and link this post in your fic!

[gali-la]

Love at first sight (in the underwear aisle)

Prompt: Day 7: (...) at first sight (for @flufftober) Ratings: General Audiences Warnings: None Relationships: Katakuri/Rosinante Characters: Charlotte Katakuri, Donquixote Rosinante, Charlotte Family, Trafalgar Law Summary: Katakuri had planned to go to the store with exactly one goal in mind.

And then he met Rosinante.

This fic was for @gendervapor14!! thank you thank you darling for the prompt I had so much fun with it <33

check out my request post if you wanna see something else like this from me!

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Hello 🤗 I'm a huge fan of your writing, it's just so amazing! 😆 For the 300 follower celebration I wanted to ask for the prompt: 26. "That looks suspect" 🤭💖

Ooh, that's a good choice! I hope you enjoy the fic! 🥰

Prompt 9: “That looks suspect.”

| 8 | Prompts | 10 |

Sam was barely standing. Truly. If Bucky wasn't holding Sam by the waist and pulling him close like they were in a three-legged race, Sam probably wouldn't be standing at all. From the way Bucky was slowly angling like the Tower of Pisa, Sam was a little worried that Bucky wouldn't be standing long on his own either.

They had been on a mission. They had been on a long, grueling mission that had spanned a month of fieldwork and research and working in tandem with Avenger chapters in Peru and Egypt to hunt down and take out the leaders of the Serpent Society. And while the organization hadn't completely collapsed in on itself, it was definitely a shell of itself without its leaders.

And now, Sam and Bucky were home.

And tired.

And hungry.

"Please tell me that we have food in the fridge," moaned Sam as they walked through their front door, "To the kitchen. Turn left to the kitchen. Pivot, Buck."

"Samuel. Thomas. Wilson. Love of my life. I'm going to collapse. Right here. Right now. I might have enough energy to launch you, though," said Bucky, exhausted.

Sam nodded.

"Launch me, babe. You know I can fly. I'll see if we have sustenance," said Sam as he tried his best to give Bucky a little backrub.

"Okay," said Bucky as he left a sort of gross, sloppy kiss on Sam's cheek, "You got this, Sweetheart. See if we'll survive the night."

Sam felt Bucky push him. Sam stumbled far enough to find assistance from the fridge door. He heard Bucky dramatically collapse on the floor behind him.

"What's the 411?" called Bucky from the floor.

"That's - that's not something people say anymore," snickered Sam, his grip on the door threatened by his barrage of giggles, "Who taught you that? Why do you know that?"

"Damn it, Sarah. At it again," mumbled Bucky into the floor, "I swear, she keeps messing with me. She told me the cool dance craze right now is the Soldier Boy. I embarrassed myself in front of AJ and Cass. Sarah is a menace. She must be stopped."

"From telling you things you could probably look up on your phone?" asked Sam, still chuckling, "Please. Bucky. Buck. Buckifer. You are a world-class hacker. Use those skills for evil and stop Sarah's pranks if you really feel the need to ruin everyone's fun."

"I refuse," said Bucky obstinately, "I am doing what the kids do and refusing to use all the knowledge at my fingertips."

"Okay, rude. Rude to AJ and Cass," said Sam as he finally managed to open the fridge.

"You're right. Sorry, AJ and Cass. Wherever you are," said Bucky to the floor.

"They're - they're at my sister's house. James," said Sam, laughing into the fridge as he felt himself sliding to the ground, "James, stop that and let me focus on food."

"I'm sorry. Can't take me anywhere," said Bucky as he finally looked up.

He smiled warmly at Sam.

"Not even to our own home," said Sam softly, just... smiling back.

"Food?" asked Bucky.

"Right," said Sam as he turned back to the fridge and scoured it.

Nothing looked... particularly safe in the fridge. Sam... chanced himself on a mystery takeout box. He opened it to find... a sort of okay looking pasta dish.

"This could be okay?" said Sam hesitantly, showing the pasta to his... fine, his boyfriend, "Legolas! What do your Elf eyes see?"

Bucky squinted at the pasta hard.

"That looks suspect," said Bucky.

"Suspect?" asked Sam, hoping for a more detailed explanation.

"Not kosher," said Bucky.

"Of course it's not. There's shrimp in it," said Sam as he got a well-earned snort from Bucky.

"Who's line is it anyway?" said Bucky as he got a well-earned giggle from Sam, "No, but shrimp after a month, Sam?"

Sam sighed. He nodded as he scooted on his butt to their trashcan and dumped the pasta.

"Do you think Tommy's Pizza is still open?" asked Sam as he basically army crawled over to Bucky.

Bucky gave Sam a kiss on the forehead before he pulled out his phone.

"They're probably closing up right now, but hey. I bet they'll make a rare exception for the best Captain America I've ever known," said Bucky.

"Rude. Rude to Steve. Slander. I mean, you're right. But rude, Buck," said Sam, giggling.

"Eh. Stevie will deal," said Bucky as he stole a kiss from Sam before he started his call to Tommy's Pizza.

*****

This is for my 300 Followers Event! If you want to submit a prompt, check out the list and send in an ask!

[akutasoda]

HI !! Congrats on 1k <33 is the event still open? If so, could I please request the prompt- "sudden whispering kisses (first kisses)" or "getting to know another" with fyodor? Thank you so much

getting to know another + sudden whispering kisses

prompts - experiencing the others hobbies/intrests + first kisses

includes - fyodor

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, more fluff, potentially ooc, wc - 906

a/n: hello and thank you! why not both? :)

fyodor was a mystery of a man - that much you knew for sure. in fact, you could hardly recall how you even got to know him let alone get close to him like this. he definitely wasn't your average man, nor was he an average lover but a part of you was convinced that it would be more unique this way. although sometimes you did wonder if he had any hobbies that didn't involve him staring at an unreasonable amount of screens for hours.

you never really saw him do much else. on the rare chance he went out without you he didn't actually stay out long and if he did he was gone for a while, often having to message you to assure he was alive. you were also pretty convinced he had hundreds of the same clothes in his closets. in all your time of knowing him you could never determine whether he actually had any hobbies or if he just lived in his 'work'. interests were also something that he barely talked about, if you were talking to him it would just be you leading the conversation while he nodded or hummed and occasionally chimed in with a few questions or responses.

your lover was a mystery and if this relationship was to go any further you wanted to atleast know if he did anything in his spare time. catching fyodor when he had nothing to do was rare but when you did you proposed to spend some time together to which he agreed all to easily. the time you had started with you making him tag along to try one of your hobbies. fyodor may not of been exactly experienced in whatever you did as a hobby bit he would indulge you and spend the time with you - if it was something he did like, even better for him.

eventually you turned to him and asked if he had anything he wanted to do, heavily suggesting that you wanted to know if he had any hobbies. your suggestion did not go unnoticed and fyodor didn't see any harm in telling you what he actually did in his spare time. unsurprisingly, fyodor didn't really do much outside of 'work', but he wasn't completely boring. he did have interests and he did have hobbies that kept him occupied when need be - even if maybe they were quite basic.

it wasn't that surprising that he did enjoy literature, you had seen him with a book quite a number of times. neither was it really all that surprising that he enjoyed tea. fyodor had decided to bring you to quite the isolated and quaint café and you proceeded to spend your time with him there. while you might of wanted to comment on the fact that his hobbies and interests were quite simple, you actually just found it enjoyable to spend some time with him where he seemed to be more unbothered.

while fyodor's interests and hobbies may or may not have been in your own interests, it isn't often you actually get to see your lover. often, he's too busy and focused on his work to the point where it seems like he is just uninterested in spending time with you but after a while you start to know better. it takes quite the long time but eventually you start becoming more observant of the small things fyodor does to show how much he still cares for you.

some are less subtle, such as the notes you can find that give you little details to when he's free or if he has plans. it gets even less subtle when he suggests that you should tell him about your day or anything happening recently - always disguising it under as a simple ask to keep him company in his office. however after a long day yourself, you want nothing more than to be in the presence of your lover.

you can rely on him being sat in that stupid chair in front of all those monitors most of the time, so you know where to find him. he doesn't really question you when you sit in the chair conveniently olaced next to his and only asks how your day was. you lean your head against his shoulder and start telling him about your day, after a while your rambling dies off and the day starts taking a toll on you. your tiredness becoming evident.

with your current position being uncomfortable, you decide to turn in for the night. you are well aware that fyodor barely comes to bed when you do - you don't know when he sleeps really - and so when you stand to stretch, you still wish him a goodnight. in your tired stupor you don't think twice about leaning down slightly a pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. fyodor was quite surprised to begin with and quickly noted you were too tired to notice and so he decided to call you back over before you left the room. when you headed back over he managed to place a small kiss right on your lips before wishing you a good night.

if you ever tried to bring it up to him, he would always tell you that you must've been dreaming.

akutasoda's 1k event

[because-i-am-barely-even-human]

Short prompt:

Eddie was so smitten with Buck that when asked if his full name was 'Eduardo', Eddie immediately said 'yes'. And then every time someone tried to correct this, Eddie quickly shut them up.

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If someone's interested in writing this, please tag me when you're done.

[fanfics4all]

Injured On The Ice

Request: Yes / No List was made by @alpaca-clouds 

Requests are open only if its CHRISTMAS/HOLIDAY/ WINTER related <3 Have a nice day/night

Jake Otto x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 911

Warnings: Breaking an ankle

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Prompt(s):

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Jake and I have been friends since were were kids. He would come to every one of my practice sessions and for some reason, he decided to try and skate with me. It’s been years and the two of us have only grown closer. Troy would always joke that we were dating, but we would always just brush it off. Was I in love with him? Yes. My love only grew when he started to skate with me. He even started competing and we always watched each other practices. We always congratulated eachother whenever one of us made the podium. Hell, I was the only female skater that Jake ever talked to. As amazing as that was, the others were jealous of me. Well, maybe that wasn’t the only reason they were jealous of me… Their comments never bothered me though. 

I was so excited when I arrived at practice this morning. I went into the locker room and changed then put on my skates. I came back out and stepped ont the ice, after taking off the guards. Jake was already there practicing with our coach, yes we had the same one. As I was practicing, my boots felt wrong. I skated off to the sidelines and checked them, but nothing seemed wrong. I re-tied them to see if that was the issue, but that didn’t seem to help. I shrugged and decided to do some simple things today. I didn’t want to do a full jump in case something was actually wrong with them. 

After doing multiple spins and a simplified version of my routine, I finally decided to actually do some jumps. I looked around and found Jake smiling at me. I smiled back and prepared to do the jump I had planned. I went ahead and jumped and it felt great, until I suddenly felt lighter. I glanced down and saw that the bolts that secured the skates to my boot had fallen out and the blade was now laying on the ice. As I landed I fell and it was so hard and I felt my ankle twist. 

“Y/N!” I heard Jake shout and quickly started skating towards me. Our coach was close behind him. Jake slid to his knees next to me and he gently took my ankle. 

“Ouch!” I hissed as he moved it slightly.

“Sorry.” He said with a worried frown. 

“Let me take a look.” Our coach said and Jake moved out of the way. Coach took my boot off and I hissed with tears in my eyes. Jake grabbed my hand and I gripped it tightly. 

“That doesn’t look good, Y/N.” Coach said and I looked down to see my ankle was swollen, red, and already starting to turn slightly blue. 

“I’ll take her to the doctor. Looks like we’re both done for today, Coach.” Jake said and gently lifted me off the ice. He skated back to the edge of the rink and set me down on my good foot. I rested against the rink as Jake took off his skates. He lifted me back up and we headed out to his car. 

Jake drove me to the hospital and luckily they were able to check me out quickly. They gave me an x-ray and it turns out I broke my ankle. I was heartbroken when I got the news. That meant I couldn’t compete in the upcoming competition! I had been working so hard and now my whole carree might be in ruins! Jake sat with me as we waited for the doctor to come back to wrap my ankle up and give me some crutches. 

“You alright?” He asked and I shook my head with a tear falling down my cheek. 

“I can’t compete now and who knows what this’ll do to my caree!” I said and he sighed. 

“Then I won’t compete either.” He said and I looked at him with wide eyes. 

“You have to! You could really win this thing!” I said and he smiled at me. 

“Y/N, I only every did this for you, this isn’t my passion.” He said and my eyes widened more. 

“B-But you’ve spent so much time and put so much effort into skating?” I said confused. 

“Because I wanted to spend more time with you.” He said and it all clicked. Troy was right all along… 

“For me?” I asked and he nodded. 

“I’ve been head over heels for you since we were in high school.” He said and I blushed. 

“Me too…” I whispered. He smiled and cupped my cheek. 

“May I?” He asked and I nodded. He slowly moved closer and my eyes fluttered shut. I felt his lips on mine and I smiled into the kiss. I’ve been dreaming of this for years. When he pulled back I couldn’t stop smiling. 

“That help you feel better?” He asked and I giggled. 

“It did, I suppose you could distract me from thinking about how I can’t compete.” I said and he chuckled. 

“I’m sure I could help.” He said with a wink. I giggled and blushed. Soon the doctor came back in wrapped my ankle up in my favorite color and gave me the crutches. Jake helped me out of the hospital and I smiled at him. I knew I was going to be upset that I couldn’t skate for who knows how long, but Jake would always be there to help me.

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[lire-casander]

#9 arguing about minor disagreements

arguing about minor disagreements original prompt list here

There are loud voices in the common room when the Fire team makes it back from a call. Marjan hops off the rig first, and she frowns when she hears TK’s voice overlapping with Carlos’.

“What’s going on?” she asks Nancy, who’s looking already fed up with the situation.

“There hasn’t been a call in hours, and it was lunchtime so Carlos came over,” Nancy explains, sighing deeply as the voices rise up. “And then it was time for them to start organizing something or the other for the wedding.”

“Oh, is there going to be a wedding?” Paul jokes. “It’s not as if they hadn’t mentioned it in the past two months.”

Marjan laughs; they all love Carlos and TK with their whole hearts, they’re a family, but the wedding mentions as the date has been approaching have become ridiculous. “So this is about the wedding, huh?”

“This is about the color of the napkins,” Tommy stage-whispers as she joins them. “It all started because Carlos said that he loved the plum ones.”

“TK didn’t?” Mateo asks innocently.

“TK loves the same napkins,” Nancy explains. “It’s only that, apparently, they’re not aubergine. They’re boysenberry.”

“Are they arguing because of a color?” Judd pipes in, only for Captain Strand to interrupt him.

“Colors are important, you know, and a good color palette—”

The alarm blares off once again, signaling that Fire was needed somewhere. TK’s voice could be heard over the noise, making Nancy cringe. “Can’t we go with you?” she pleads to her boyfriend.

“I’m sorry,” Mateo replies, cheekily. “You may be needed for an emergency sooner than you think, if that argument escalates any further!”

And with that, the truck is once again back on the streets, leaving Nancy and Tommy to deal with two inexplicably angry fiancés arguing about color names during their lunch break.

[coffeedrgn87]

December 9th Drarry Drabble: "Presents"

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Life Learning to communicate (hopefully), Draco's POV, Gentle & Caring Draco, Dom/sub undertones, hinted smut (nothing explicit), hinted Daddy/boy relationship (again, not explicit, but if it's not your thing, please stop reading now!), really knowing your partner is a beautiful feeling

Rated: M

Draco knew that expression all too well. The subtle way Harry turned away to hide the fact that he couldn’t bring himself to look directly at Draco, and how he could not keep still for longer than a few seconds. Slumped, Harry kept his chin dipped to his chest.

This morning, ‘evasive’ appeared to be Harry’s new middle name. Still wearing his burgundy pyjamas, Harry sat at the kitchen table with his knees drawn up to his chest, his shoulders tense, and his elbows tucked into his sides. He looked small, so very small. His morning coffee had gone cold, and he’d only picked at his croissant. There was an air of misery around him, and he couldn’t stop rubbing his ears and the side of his neck. It was as if touching himself gave him comfort and helped him to anchor himself in the present. Whenever Draco asked him a direct question, he stuttered, grew flustered, and changed the topic as quickly as possible.

A small part of Draco wanted to drag things out so that he could watch his husband squirm. But because he knew that Harry was currently in the middle of an ongoing internal battle, Draco didn’t taunt him. Still, he straightened up, thrust his chest out, jutted his chin forward and used direct, probing eye contact.

“What is it?” he asked with a hard smile.

Harry barely looked at him. A sheepish glance was all Draco got.

With perfect posture and a look that radiated superiority, Draco settled in his chair with exaggerated casualness. He crossed one leg over the other and clasped his hands together, dropping them into his lap.

“Don’t you want to be a good boy for me?” he asked with a cool voice, testing the waters in earnest.

Harry’s head jerked up, and his jaw quivered. His eyes were wide open, and he worried his bottom lip with his teeth. The longer he bit it, the plumper it got, and Draco desperately wanted to suck on it and bite it, gently at first, then with a bit more enthusiasm. Harry was naturally confident. He was sassy, vocal, fiercely loyal, and headstrong. But he also had a softer side that he often kept hidden away. 

Draco cherished this gentle, sweet, quiet Harry deeply, and it hadn’t taken him long to discover that there were times when Harry positively revelled in Draco taking control. He almost became a different person.

It mostly happened in the bedroom, and Draco was never a dick about it, but before he and Harry had become an item, he’d experimented a fair bit, and as such, he was more experienced than Harry, especially in the kink department. Naturally, communication was vital, but every time Draco tried bringing the matter up, Harry shut down, and so, instead of forcing things, Draco chose to give Harry the space he so obviously needed. He still tried to find ways to dominate Harry, but he was usually sweet about it…and a bit sneaky.

Gauging Harry’s limits was hard, and trying to understand his headspace was even more of a struggle, but somehow, Draco managed. He knew his approach wasn’t the most conventional, but despite the lack of open communication between him and Harry, he tried his best to get Harry’s consent every time. It was important to him. It usually required a lot of indirect, coaxing questions and praise for Harry to open up and tell him what he needed and how far Draco was allowed to go.

Harry had yet to answer his question, and Draco tilted his head slightly to the side and raised his eyebrows. Since Harry had yet to run for the hills and because he looked mildly terrified, Draco adopted a softer approach.

“C’mere,” he purred.

A noticeable shudder surged through Harry, and he hesitated for a bit before getting up and rounding the table. Draco uncrossed his legs and pushed his chair back, reaching for Harry and pulling him into his lap.

“That’s a good boy.”

Harry flushed crimson and looked at the floor.

Draco reached for his chin, gently forced it up, and smiled.

“Precious,” he murmured. “I know we said no presents this Christmas, but would you like a special treat?”

Harry inhaled sharply. His entire body shook, and Draco gently enveloped him in a protective hug. He pressed a lingering kiss to Harry’s temple and soothingly rubbed Harry’s back. Draco patiently waited for Harry to stop shivering quite this much, and once he’d calmed down, Draco used a slightly firmer voice.

“I can give you what you want, Harry, but you’ll have to be a good boy and tell me,” Draco said, using a slightly firmer voice that helped him establish dominance.

Harry didn’t immediately respond, but after a few minutes, he lifted his head and looked directly into Draco’s eyes.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice barely louder than a quiet sigh.

Draco smiled.

“Well, I can hardly resist that now, can I?” he said with a cheeky smirk.

Harry flushed a deep shade of red. Gently cradling his head, Draco pulled him into a deep kiss. He considered his options for a moment, then decided to throw caution into the wind for the first time. It was now or never.

“Let Daddy take care of you,” he murmured, and Harry practically melted in his arms.

P.S. If there's interest, I might extend this drabble once I upload all these to AO3. Let me know...