#spreading love for dusty bun’s birthday!!!

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☆ LOVER BOY ☆

[till-you-scream-and-cry]

Hello! Could I request a fluffy Ethan fic with prompt 3 in which him and his lover are building their own family? I just think he would be so soft with kids😭

(only if you are comfortable with that)

well, this one came out so awfully soft that I made myself tear up a little, I hope you'll like it ❤

#3. “Do all lovers feel like they're inventing something?” (Portrait of a lady on fire) + Ethan +fluff

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Ethan said softly and wrapped his arms around you, pressing his chest to your back. He placed a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder, fixing your bra strap which slid off. You smiled and nodded, watching the flat, filled with heavy boxes. 

The decision to move in together seemed natural. You dated for a while now, his life was rather chaotic with all the tours and promos around the world. This small flat in Rome was supposed to be your safe place. A hideaway where you could enjoy each other’s company, rest and recharge batteries before your next time apart. 

You walked to the window, covered in a thick layer of dust. Ethan was taking the last two boxes out of his car. He was smiling. You suddenly felt something soft on your foot.

“There you are, my baby…” 

The kitten meowed loudly, looking at you with big, blue eyes. You picked up the white ball of fluff and snuggled it to your chest. The loud purring made you smile, Ethan made sure that this year your birthday gift would keep you company while he is gone. As always, he had a great idea. 

Suddenly you jumped at the sound of a loud bang on the staircase, followed by Italian curses. You put the kitty down despite his screams of protest, and run to the source of the noise. 

“Ethan?!” You yelled, running down the stairs with the speed of light, almost tripping yourself. 

“I’m fine cucciola…” He was looking at the boxes, one of which had a ripped bottom. Some of your books were scattered over the floor. 

“God I thought you fell…” you sighed in relief and smiled.

“Nope, not this time.” He chuckled and started picking up books. “Well, it had to happen at some point…” 

You picked up what was left and finally made it to the flat. Kitten climbed Ethan’s leg, screaming for attention. He smiled softly and kissed the fluffy head, holding him gently in his big hands. 

“So…this is ours, hmm? Happy?”

“Very.” You grinned and kissed him, letting the kitten nibble on your hair. Ethan hummed softly and broke off the kiss, looking at you lovingly. 

“I know what to unpack where, we have almost everything but, maybe some food first?” 

Miraculously you managed to find the box with kitchen utensils. Ethan made a quick trip to the shop and got some tomatoes, cheese, herbs and pasta. You tied the apron around him and kissed his bare back, wrapping arms around him. He hummed contently and kept stirring the pan, watching the sauce bubbling and spreading the amazing smell around your new place. You dug up two bowls and forks and some candles. It was getting late and the flat was still missing light bulbs. You sat down on a rather dusty floor, leaning against the wall, with the balcony door open, enjoying the delicious dinner Ethan made. The evening breeze was cool and pleasant, soothing your tired and hot bodies. The kitten was munching on his food, wriggling the little ears. 

“I feel like this will work. This little place of ours. I feel like it can make us even happier.” He finally said, staring at the lit candle. 

“Really? You think we cracked the code?” You chuckled, wiping your lips with a napkin. 

“Yeah, I do.” 

Ethan turned to you, he looked so beautiful in the candlelight. His eyes were big and soft, watching your face with love. His hair was tied in a bun with some loose, curly strands falling on his forehead. 

“Do all lovers feel like they're inventing something?” You asked, playing with his bracelet.

“Maybe all lovers feel like they do, but we…I think we actually did it.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, watching the shadows dance around your flat in the candlelight, and your kitten, sleeping snuggled safely on Ethan’s lap. Maybe he was right. 

[damnthelust]

Hello, darlings! This is a late gift for the lovely @iamvegorott ! I hope you enjoy your smut, dear! Also happy late birthday!!

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"Anti, I don't know where your knife is," Chase sighed into the phone as he walked down the hall, "Can't you get Dark to buy you a knew one? You got him basically wrapped around your finger." He rolled his eyes as he went up to his door.

"I don't care what you-!" Chase halted himself from speaking as he saw Marvin laying on the bed, wearing a lingerie, see-through robe. The soft purple clashing well with his pale -and freckled- supple skin while his minty green hair was up in a lazy bun. His electric blue eyes bored into Chase's baby blues, beckoning him with his gaze of lust.

He wasn't wearing anything else.

Fuck..

"I gotta go." Chase hung up before he could hear Anti's protest or teasing, walking up to the male before him.

"What's all of this, babe?" Chase purred, sitting on the edge of the bed as he ran his hand up along the magician's smooth leg, hearing him giggle lightly.

"Self care, darling." He answered, bending his index finger and magic surrounded Chase's shirt, bunching it up before he was tugged closer to the lust driven Septic.

"Although I'm not quite satisfied," He pout whilst the robe slid off of his shoulders, exposing his chest and soft nipples. Chase couldn't help but stare, breath hitching as claw-like fingers grazed his throat.

"And the others aren't here," Nails went down to his chest and abdomen, "I suppose that you can help me?"

"With anything."

"Anything?" Marvin tested. Chase nodded, making the male smirk in delight, pushing Chase away slightly so he could raise up and take his robe off, his soft skin exposed to the cold air that was in the room. He turned around, laying on his stomach and spreading his legs to give Chase some room, and also give him a pleasant view of his bare, plump rear. "Massage my back?"

Chase shook his head, snapping back into reality as he scoot up bending down as he purred into Marvin's ear, "Of course, baby.." before he rose back up and planted his hands onto Marvin's shoulders, gently rubbing in a circular motion.

Marvin hummed and smiled, seemingly lost in content. He nuzzled into the fluffy pillow and mewed happily, making Chase smile.

"A-A little lower, Chasey," Marvin breathed, moaning in delight as he felt his lower back muscles relax to his boyfriend's touch.

"Feeling better, babe?" Chase grinned while Marvin nodded.

"So good.." Marvin slurred into the pillow, "l-lower, please."

"Oh?" Chase grinned, his hands sliding down to Marvin's ass, pawing at the pudgy area along with his thighs, "like this, my prince?"

"Yes- Yes! Mmh.." He whimpered feeling Chase press his clothed bulge against the smaller's ass and grinned against him. Chase grinned as he saw the skin turn to a dusty pink, enhancing the beauty by adding his own art to it.

Marvin couldn't help the sultry whine that left his mouth, feeling his hard cock rub against the bed and his lover's clothed bulge rub against his naked ass.

"S-Stop." Marvin ordered. Chase complied, letting the shakey male get up and turn around, spreading his legs and exposing himself once again. Marvin snapped his fingers and Chase clothes were gone in an instant. He was pulled down once again, their foreheads connecting as they panted lightly.

"Finish me off, darlin.." Marvin purred.

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Sorry for posting late, Baby Boo, college work is becoming a hassle! But I do hope you appreciate the gift! As always I hope you enjoy!!

Get Spooky!! 💜

[writethehousedown]

In My Head, We Belong (Crystal/Gigi) Chapter Three -- Zyan

a/n: hiya! here I come with chapter three :D we’re getting there, folks. For the ones that follow me on my side-blog ( @chachkisalpaca ) and read the mini-fics I’m constantly posting, there might be a familiar bit in the middle of the chapter. ;)

Frey remains the best beta even if she’s tired of my bullshit, love you 🤠

“Let me see if I understand correctly,” Jan says as Gigi takes her measurements. Gigi rolls her eyes, completely embarrassed at Jan’s slightly mocking tone. “You had the perfect opportunity to tell Crystal you like her due to the irony of her comment.” Jan pauses and turns to face Gigi, who groans and tells her to be still. “And then you didn’t?”

“And then I didn’t,” Gigi repeats, staring back at Jan.

Jan snorts as Gigi finishes taking her measurements. The blonde rolls her eyes and walks toward the table, adding the measurements to the sketch of Jan’s dress.

“Y’know, you’re the last person that should be making fun of me,” Gigi points out in an accusatory tone. Jan immediately shuts her mouth, knowing exactly what Gigi’s talking about, but refusing to acknowledge it.

She wanders around the room, trying to look interested in the many mannequins with half-finished dresses. Gigi looks at her over her shoulder, and her face softens up a little.

“Jan, if it helps in any way, I think she definitely likes you too,” she says softly with a smile, and Jan sighs a little before coming closer.

“Is it true? That everyone knows about us already,” she asks with a small voice. Gigi chuckles with a nod and Jan’s cheeks turn red. “Oh my God, it was Yuhua, wasn’t it? She went around spreading it. I knew I saw someone behind the door, but Jaida didn’t believe me.” Jan folds her arms with a pout and Gigi laughs loudly.

“She’s a loud mouthed bitch; you can bet everyone knows already. I think there’s also a bet on when you two are gonna become official, ‘cause, y’know, you usually look at Jaida with heart eyes. Even if Yuhua didn’t discover you two, you kinda just give it away with the way you look at her, which is ironic because everyone but her seems to notice.”

Gigi laughs and Jan hides her face in her palms, her face getting redder with each second. She squeals a little and Gigi goes over to her to pat her shoulder.

“Same,” she merely says as she keeps on patting Jan’s shoulder.

When Jan’s embarrassment washes off, she looks at Gigi bashfully.

“Do you really think she likes me?” She wonders, her voice is small and there’s a tinge of hope in her tone.

Gigi smiles warmly; she knows Jaida, they’ve been friends for years now —Jaida got her the job at the restaurant, actually— and she’s never seen her friend so infatuated with someone. She’s naturally deadpan most of the time, but it took Gigi a total of five seconds to put two and two together, having noticed the way Jaida is more cheerful around Jan, how, when they have night outs, Jaida turns down everyone to dance with her, and she remains sober to take good care of her, how sometimes she smiles at the things Jan does or says when she thinks no one is watching her.

Gigi is positive her friend’s feelings are beyond a simple liking. But she’ll let Jan discover that herself.

She feels a twitch of jealousy when Jan leaves with a promise of asking Jaida out per Gigi’s advice and telling her how it goes. Gigi knows that Jaida will say yes.

She’s happy for her friends, really; she knows they’re good for each other and will make a lovely couple. But she can’t help but want what they have, or will have, anyway.

Gigi starts constructing Jan’s dress and tries, for the love of everything holy, to push Crystal to the back of her brain.

*

The next week Jan calls her and screeches so loud Gigi has to put her phone away until she stops.

It goes without saying that she has a date with Jaida. She pretty much just starts rambling about what she’s going to do now, where she’s going to take her, what she should wear; Jan is freaking out because she asked Jaida out on an impulse and hasn’t planned anything.

At work she’s got Jan being all giggly around Jaida, and talking to her in hurried whispers, asking for her opinion on various restaurants she thinks Jaida will like. Gigi merely tells Jan to send her a photo of the place later and she’ll judge it, all while juggling her orders.

It’s already confusing as it is, and then Crystal steps into the picture.

“Hey G, have I told you that you look stunning tonight?” She begins with a sing-sang tone and Gigi scoffs, already knowing she needs something.

Gigi’s hair is tied into a bun that is starting to fall apart four hours into her shift, her baby hairs are plastered across her forehead with sweat, there are various stains in her uniform, and she’s not wearing an ounce of make-up; Gigi thinks she’s many things, but right now ‘stunning’ isn’t one of them.

“Yeah, right, and Silky doesn’t cheat in Uno. Spill, what do you need?” She replies bluntly, hearing how Silky complains a few feet away. Crystal acts offended and Gigi chuckles.

“Why do you think I always compliment you when I want a favor? Jeez.” Crystal folds her arms and Gigi cocks a sly brow. “I was gonna ask you to let me borrow the dress you wore at Brianna’s birthday party anyway, compliment or not.”

“Absolutely not,” Gigi replies  without a second thought.

The dress Crystal’s talking about is one of her favorites, not only because she made it, but also because she looks nothing short of a goddess when she wears it. Gigi thinks for a moment how Crystal would look wearing it, and though it’d compliment her strawberry blonde hair, she refuses to give it away, just so Crystal can try to impress a man that doesn’t deserve her.

“Please, G! I’ll take the Sunday shift if you let me borrow it!” Crystal begs, putting on puppy eyes, a pout, and all that jazz. Gigi huffs, tapping her foot on the marble floor waiting for her order.

She knows Crystal has a date with this guy she’s been seeing for the past month, and to be honest, she doesn’t like him. He looks dodgy, he has bad breath, and his eyes seem to scan every girl in the room despite having Crystal hanging from his arm. Gigi can’t wrap her head around why or what does he have that attracts Crystal so much.

(Gigi would give everything she got to have what he has, but that’s not something she’ll ever say out loud.)

“You said that the time I lent you my orange skirt and I’m still here on Saturdays. Save your breath, Crys,” she replies as Dusty hands her order and she leaves.

But Crystal is insistent; she quickly grabs her order from Dusty’s hands and goes after her.

“Please! I’ll go talk to Widow right now if that’s what you want; I swear this time it’s for real!” She puts the clients’ orders down and speaks hurriedly to Gigi, who bites her lower lip. Having Sundays free does sound like a good deal…

(She tries not to think about the part where Crystal adds an extra day to her shift for a guy she’ll eventually regret going out with.)

She gives in with an annoyed groan as they make their way back to the kitchen.

“Fine! But, bitch, I swear, I’ll haunt you down if you return it like you returned my green blouse,” Gigi warns, pressing her finger on Crystal’s chest. The green blouse affair had been with a different man; to this day Gigi feels the stickiness on the fabric. Why hadn’t she thrown it out yet, she doesn’t know.

“Thank you! I’ll go talk to Widow right now, love ya!” Crystal kisses her in the cheek, near her lips in a fast move that leaves Gigi breathless for a couple of seconds before Heidi tells her another one of her orders is up. “Oh, and Gigi?” Crystal says before she goes.

Gigi looks back at Crystal and her heart might just stop right there and then at the sight of her happy smile.

“You do look stunning.” She winks at her, and though Gigi is used to Crystal saying some variation of it whenever she complies with her wishes, it still makes her heart flutter.

The rest of the night goes uneventful, or, well, as uneventful as it can be on a full night; Jan still asks for her opinion in the most mundane things regarding her date, Crystal looks radiant, Jaida tries to keep her cool with asshole customers, and Dusty, Heidi and Silky decide to do their famous Who Can Cook Faster competition in the heat of the night, earning either an eye roll or a cheer from the girls, no in between.

*

“Are you done yet? It’s not that hard to tie the laces!” Gigi asks leaning against the doorframe.

It’s the day of Crystal’s date and she’s trying on the dress for the first time, part of Gigi knows it’s because that if it doesn’t fit her, Gigi is capable of wiping out a dress for her in the blink of an eye — also because she has a massive wardrobe and they’d for sure find something that fits Crystal.

“You say that because you designed it,” Crystal whines and Gigi chuckles. “Can you teach me how to tie it?” She inquires, opening the door and peeking slightly from behind.

Gigi swallows thickly and nods. The dress is made from a shiny black fabric and Gigi could’ve just turned it into a standard black mini dress with thin stripes, but she likes to stand out, so she deepened and widened the cleavage… A lot, and then did a pattern with stripes so the front resembled a corset. It fits her perfectly because her breasts are almost non-existent, but Crystal…

She steps into the room and her breath gets caught in her throat when she looks over at Crystal; she’s untied the stripes and is holding the dress in place, looking at her with a bashful expression. Gigi inhales deeply and comes closer to her, indicating to move her hands aside so she can tie it.

Gigi takes the ends of the stripes and narrates the whole process. Her fingers brush against Crystal’s warm skin while she’s working her way up the dress, and if she hears Crystal inhale sharply and feels her muscles tense under her touch, she doesn’t mention it.

She reaches the end and she’s careful when she tugs at the stripes to tighten the dress.

“… And then you can make a bow with the ends, like this, see?” Gigi instructs, trying not to let her voice quiver as she ties said bow.

When she’s done, she takes a step back and admires Crystal. It’s safe to say she’s lost the ability to speak completely.

When Gigi doesn’t say anything, Crystal heads to Gigi’s mirror and checks herself out. She lets out a little excited squeal that absolutely melts her heart.

“Gigi, it looks beautiful!” She exclaims with a toothy smile, admiring herself in the mirror.

“You are beautiful,” Gigi says without thinking it twice, looking at Crystal as if she’s the reason the sun comes out every day.

Crystal turns to look at her, and Gigi witnesses how her expressions change slowly.

A cold sweat runs down her back when Crystal squints slightly at her and inhales sharply. Has she noticed the way her fingers twitch after touching her skin? The way she looks at her with such yearn; longing to be the one she has a date with?

If she notices she doesn’t say it, and though Gigi is relieved it makes her heart tighten a little.

“Thank you so much, G,” she says softly, a smile blooming on her face. Gigi smiles widely. “You’re a great friend.”

Gigi freezes the smile on her face and nods. Though, on the inside she feels as if she’s wearing socks and just stepped into a puddle.

[accio-hogwarts-stories-blog]

Who I Am?

A/N Another request! Ahh! Thank you thank you! I hope I did justice! I tried to write angst (key word tried) and I think it turned out well for one of my first attempts! I’m a little rusty with the HP world atm given that it’s been a while since I read the books or seen the movies, but! It’s summer, so I get to read more! Yay! So, apologies for any inaccuracies! I’m horrible at details too. I. Must. Practice. More (N/n)=nickname, (M/n)= mom’s name, (D/n)= dad’s name, (L/n)= last name

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Summary:Reader wants to know who she is and who her parents were, so her girlfriend Hermione helps her out.

Request: Could you do a Hermione x female reader centered around the reader saying, "You don't know what it's like not to know who you are"

Pairing:Hermione x fem!reader

Warnings:slight abuse at beginning (burning from cigarettes) and attempted angst

Word Count:853

Enjoy!

You received your letter at the same age as everyone else. My eleventh birthday was celebrated by no one but yourself, again, the week prior to getting your letter. On the morning the tan barn owl swooped through the kitchen, no one knew what to do. A witch? That had to be some sort of prank. The other children would tease you and make jokes like ‘We should burn the witch!’ and burnt your arms and legs with lit cigarettes, others would avoid you like the plague. The staff wouldn’t do anything. They never did anything.

A week later, a strange, severe looking woman appeared at the door looking for you. You walked down the stairs and saw the lady in the door, talking to one of the staff. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked at you a small smile spread on her face and a sentimental look gleamed in her eyes. She wore emerald robes and her dark hair in a taught bun atop her head. She beckoned you over with her hand. 

“Hello (Y/n). You got your letter to Hogwarts, correct?” She asked you, as your mouth hung open.

You just nodded your head, too shocked to say anything. How did she know?

“I’m one of the teachers at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall. I’m here to help you gather all of your supplies. Can you go and grab your letter and supplies for me?” 

You sprinted up the stairs to your room. You grabbed the papers, put on your shoes and bolted down the stairs. Professor McGonagall chuckled as she saw you stumble down the stairs. 

“Let’s go get your supplies, shall we?”

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The dusty old apartment was feeling cramped and dull. You had no connections to the order, therefore, you had no business interacting with the people who filtered in and out of the building. At least, that’s what you thought.

A soft knock startled you out of your little bubble. You were curled up on the bed you and your girlfriend shared, reading a book.

“(Y/n)? Love, why do you stay up here all the time? Come downstairs, I’m sure the people here would love to see you!” Your girlfriend, Hermione says.

“Why would they? They most likely don’t know who I am.” You grumble. This wasn’t the first time she tried to get you to meet the people of The Order. “Bloody hell, I barely know who I am!”

“Well, you’re (Y/n), my wonderful girlfriend. You’re a witch. You’re one of Harry and Ron’s best friends,” Hermione lists off, trying to lift the mood.

“No! That’s not it, love. You just don’t get it. You don’t know what its like to not know who you are.” You cry out, throwing your arm over your face, hiding the tears shining in your eyes.

A thick silence hangs in the air. You hear footsteps and, thinking Hermione is leaving, you let out a sob. The bed dips, and slender arms wrap around you. “You’re right, (N/n). I don’t know what it’s like.” Hermione pauses, “You know what? I think I know someone who can help you. Come on” 

Hermione pulls you off the bed and down the stairs. She pulls you into the kitchen where a strange man with a constantly twitching glass eye sits. “(Y/n), this is Mad-Eye Moody. Moody, this is (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n).”

“My, my, lass. You look just like your parents.” Moody says. The same look in his eye as McGonagall when she first looked at you. “you're the perfect blending of both of ‘em.”

“Moody, do you have the picture of The Order. I think it might be best if you showed her her parents.”

“Of course I do. Always have it. Come here, lass.” He motions you to the chair next to him. You hurriedly scurry over. He pulls a picture out of his pocket and shows it to you. He points at two people at the front of the group of people in the photo.

“Those people right there, they are your parents. (M/n), and (D/n) (L/n). They loved you (Y/n). With all their hearts. You were a little over a year young when they died. Killed a day before the Potters. They knew times were getting dangerous, so they left you on the doorstep of the orphanage your father grew up in. Few knew about that building and not many knew you even existed. They knew you would be safe there.” Moody informed you.

You sat in silence staring at the two unfamiliar faces. “They worked for The Order? They put their lives on the line to help other people, right?”

“That’s right lass. They risked their lives. They wanted to help people. And that’s what they did ‘till their last breath.” Moody confirmed.

“If that’s what they did, that’s what I want to do too.” You state. Moody looks at you and grins, pride shining in his eyes.

Hermione hugs you from behind the chair and kisses your head. “I guess you found out who you were, huh?” She asks.

“Ya, I know who I am now.”