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Masterlist
~Cahir~
Nsfw Alphabet
Traditions ~Cahir x Fem!Reader
~Nathan Prescott~
Just One Kiss ~Nathan Prescott X Reader
~George Weasley~
Doubt ~ George Weasley x Fem!Reader
~Headcanons/Oneshots~
Debt ~ Richard Horne x Fem!Reader
Dragon Age Inquisition~Cole x Reader Headcanon
Intrigued ~ Human Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader
Deal? ~ Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader
Sid Carter in Every Episode
↳“The Wrath of Baron Samdi” (Series 4, Episode 10)
~Deal?~
Alastor X Reader
Summary: You're the newest Overlord and meet Alastor at a Meeting, tempting him to offer you a deal.
Word count: 1.3K
It was your first overlord meeting. Nobody knew who you were when you suddenly appeared in hell and killed a man who was coming just a little too close. Little did you know you killed an overlord on your very first day in hell but that asshole deserved it with the way he was trying to touch you and talking you into becoming a porn star.
Anyways, as soon as you killed that guy you felt a weird tingling sensation as if you could feel power running through your veins. And then you started your own little business in hell by building a casino. Who doesn’t like to gamble? And soon your casino attracted thousands of visitors every week and thanks to some of them being completely delusional with their stakes you also got many of their souls.
And then you got an invitation to a meeting of all the overlords of hell. You were excited and curious to see what they had to discuss and who they were. You stepped into a dark alley and you immediately stated questioning whether or not everything was just some prank or revenge. They alley looked so dark and shabby but then you saw another man. He was much taller than you, wore an elegant red coat and a monocle and he had red and black hair. But what you definitely saw first was the big smile on his face that showed his sharp teeth and simply looked creepy. For a moment he looked into what appeared to be a surveillance camera and then he got into an elevator. After carefully watching him you decided to follow him and see where he would go.
So you got into the elevator too and when you stepped out you found yourself in a big hallway with many other people. There were more elevators than you could see on the outside and so you couldn’t help but wonder where they all came from. But you did notice that they were all walking in the same direction and so you simply followed them into a big meeting room. There was a large table in the middle with many different people around it. When you stepped closer you were immediately greeted by a woman you’ve seen before, her name was Carmilla Carmine. You knew she was selling weapons but other than that she was a mystery to you. However she seemed rather friendly.
“Ah, our newest addition. Take a seat.” She gestured for you to sit down somewhere which you quickly did. You sat next to a woman who introduced herself as Rosie and you went along really well. She told you about the tasty side of cannibalism and invited you to come over to have a cup of tea. You agreed, although you were kinda scared that you were her next meal. When you wanted to ask her something again you heard someone clearing their throat which made you turn around in shock. And then you stared into the face of none other than the man you saw at the elevator earlier with his smile that sent shivers down your spine.
“Excuse me, my dear but you’re sitting in my seat. So would you please move?” He said, sounding awfully polite and not once dropping that smile.
You quickly wanted to move, scared of what he would be able to do if you didn’t but before you could get up, Carmilla spoke up.
“Brave words for someone we haven’t seen in seven years, Alastor.”
“Well yes, I have been absent for some time, I’m sure you’ve all been missing me, wondering where I am.”
“Not really.” Carmilla answered bluntly.
Somehow you could see that Alastor didn’t like the fact that she didn’t really care but yet his smile didn’t drop a bit which was honestly impressive and a bit scary too.
“But welcome back anyways. However you will simply have to find another seat if yours is taken.”
“Oh, I can move, no problem.” You offered, standing up but you were quickly pulled back onto your seat by Rosie.
“Don’t you worry, darling.” She said. “Alastor can find another seat.”
Shortly after that the meeting started. It was quite boring business about extermination day and you had to admit you weren’t really interested in all that. So after the meeting you quickly made your way out and went back home.
You were exhausted from your day so you quickly headed off to bed and fell asleep. In the middle of the night though you quickly got woken up again by weird noises. You got out of bed and investigated when you suddenly saw a figure standing in the corner of your bedroom, staring right at you.
“Hello?” You asked, trying to hide the fear in your voice.
The person stepped into the light and you saw that it was Alastor.
“Hello, my darling.” He said in his charming voice that carried a heavy radio static.
“What are you doing in my bedroom?”
“Well, I noticed you at the meeting today and I was absolutely intrigued by you. What a stunning young lady you are, down here in hell and immediately an overlord. Not many people got so high so quickly. Nobody except me actually.”
You knew his story, Rosie told you after the meeting. He was the radio demon who broadcasted the screams of everyone who tried to harm him.
“I know about you.” You told him.
“Very well, my dear. Then you are aware what I am capable of doing once you get in my way.” His smile grew a bit.
“I do not plan to get in your way. I am running my casino, I have my fair share of souls, I’m happy.”
“I don’t believe you are. Which is why I am here.”
“To kill me and broadcast my screams? Am I too powerful for your liking?”
Alastor laughed. “Oh no, darling. You are perfectly powerful. In fact I came to offer you a deal: We will combine our power to become the most feared pair in hell. We would be working closely together to get everyone under our command.”
It did sound tempting. “And how will I know once we did that you won’t kill me to have everything for yourself?”
Alastor chuckled. “That’s part of the deal, if one of us dies, the other one dies too.”
“That sounds too good to be so simple. So tell me, what do you want in return?” You knew that a deal would never be so easy. A deal always had a catch.
“We will work closely together, we will be partners. Not just in the conventional way like two business partners.”
Ohhhhh, you understood. But he didn’t seem like the type of man who cared about something like that. And Alastor must have noticed that because he quickly started explaining.
“You see, I was enraptured by you today. How you weren’t scared, how you didn’t care and the fact that you’re so powerful after such a short time… truly inspiring, darling. So what do you say? You will be mine and I will be yours… I’ll give you twelve hours to think about it.”
With that he was gone as quickly as he came, leaving you speechless and confused. You started thinking about it and finally made a decision. In the morning you walked o his radio station where you knocked on the door and were quickly greeted by a smiling Alastor. You didn’t need to say a word before he stormed towards you and kissed you fiercely.
The feeling of his lips on yours was a new sensation and you were startled for a moment before melting into him. He held you tightly but he didn’t force you into any position, he was a gentleman after all. After a moment he pulled away and grinned.
“I assume we have a deal?” He asked and without letting you answer he kissed you once again, sealing the deal.
~Intrigued~
Human Alastor X Reader
Summary: The Reader is a Young Woman who recently started working as a dancer in a Jazz bar in New Orleans. There she quickly gets noticed by Alastor who needs to get to know her.
Word count: 1K
Warning: Mimzy
(Picture is Not Mine)
It was something about the way she moved. Something about the way she swayed her hips to show off her magnificent body that had Alastor fascinated and intrigued. Usually he wasn’t someone who stared at a woman, he was classy and decent but as soon as he saw this young woman dancing he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Not that he wanted to.
She was the new dancer in the bar, he hasn’t seen her before. She was new and interesting and Alastor absolutely wanted to know more about her. His eyes were fixed on her the entire time that she danced and whenever she even looked at one of the other men or winked at someone, he felt a wave of jealousy like he never felt before.
And then this young wonder left the stage. Alastor looked around the bar but he couldn’t find her anymore. That was when he was suddenly approached by someone. That person touched his shoulder which startled him for a moment and without even thinking about it he shoved the person off. Only then he turned around to see that it was actually one of his closest friends.
“Mimzy!” He said happily.
“Alastor, darling. You didn’t even tell you would come over today”
“Well, it was a spontaneous visit. And may I say I absolutely made the right decision. I just watched your newest dancer. She is an absolute jewel.”
“Yes she is, very young and very talented too. She brings in many men from the streets who all wanna take a look at her. Not the typical beauty but she definitely knows how to move.”
“Very intriguing indeed.” Alastor admits. “I would very much like to meet her in person.”
“She will start serving drinks in a short while. But darling, don’t you distract her too much, I still need her.” With that, Mimzy left Alastor alone.
And just like she said, the young dancer came back into the bar, wearing a nice satin robe and carrying a tray of drinks. Alastor walked towards her and gripped her arm, making her turn around and look up at him.
“Stunning performance, my dear. Now please be a good girl and bring me a glass of Whiskey, no ice.”
The young dancer was confused for a moment, asking herself if she should know who he was but then she nodded and left. A short moment later she came back to him with a large glass of Whiskey.
“Here you go, sir.”
“Thank you, my dear.” Alastor said as he took the glass from her and drinks its contents in one big gulp. Then he puts the glass on a nearby table and smirks at her. “Now, darling, how about a little dance?”
Without waiting for her to answer he pulls her into him and starts gently swaying from side to side with her. He holds her very tightly and makes sure that she couldn’t move away from him.
The young dancer didn’t know how to respond and in a weird way she was even intrigued by the man. She met many pushy men before but this one was different. He was rather charming actually. He looked deeply into her eyes and she looked into his. She was drawn to him, like he put a charm on her. They danced for a long while and she felt the sudden urge to just lean in and kiss him and she noticed that he must have felt it too. She noticed how his face got closer and closer as he slowly leaned down towards her. She closed her eyes but before she could feel what she wanted, no, needed to feel so badly, Alastor had to pull away.
The young dancer opened her eyes again and saw the reason: Mimzy.
“Alastor” Mimzy said. “Darling, don’t you wanna dance with me? You always do, I’m just waiting for you.”
“Mimzy, my dear…” Alastor said and gave her a sharp look. “Didn’t you just see me dance with this lovely young lady?” He took the hand of the younger woman.
“But you always dance with me.”
“But not tonight. And now, if you don’t mind I would like to keep dancing with my lovely darling over here.”
With that Alastor turned around and brought all his attention to the young dancer in front of him, making Mimzy go away in anger.
“I’m sorry about her, my darling.” He said softly.
“You must be very popular when she is fighting for your attention like that. But then again Mimzy is fighting for all the attention all the time.” The young lady giggled softly.
“Yes, well, she does enjoy attention a lot. But she is not getting mine tonight. Not when I have such a lovely young woman such as yourself right here in front of me.”
They continued dancing for a long time but once again Mimzy interrupted them by reminding the young lady that she had to serve drinks to the other guests and couldn’t dance with one man all night long. Alastor kept smiling at the whole situation but the young dancer managed to see a hint of annoyance in his smile. So she decided to be bold and gave him a gentle little peck on the cheek which put a more genuine smile on his lips.
“My dear, how about I wait for you until your shift is over and then we take a nice walk through the woods? Would you like that?”
“Oh that sounds lovely.”
“Then, let me give you something so that you won’t forget that I’m waiting for you.”
Alastor pulled her closer to him once again but this time without hesitation he pressed his lips onto hers in a firm kiss. His arms were wrapped around her waist and she brought her hands up to his neck and then into his hair.
The kiss they shared was full of passion and desire and when Alastor pulled away with a wide grin, the young girl knew she was in for a real treat.
~Just One Kiss~
Nathan Prescott X Reader
Summary: A drunk Nathan asks the reader to come over to his room.
Word count: 1.3K
Warning: Usage of alcohol, drunk Nathan
There were two types of nights for me: The first one being the nights where I would get back to my dorm after an intense hookup with Nathan Prescott and then there are the nights where I would just lay in my bed and watch Golden Girls. Today was the latter. I was just chilling out when I suddenly got a text message. It was already pretty late so I was wondering who could possibly want something from me at such a time but when I checked my phone it didn’t came as a big surprise: Nathan, of course.
He had always been the complete opposite of me: popular, rich and mostly known for drugs, alcohol and being a rebellious teenager. I, on the other hand, was just a shy, introvert and nerdy girl. It was about three months prior that Nathan and I worked on a class project together when things quickly took a weird turn, resulting in us meeting for quick hookups a few times per week. We started talking more and even became good friends at some point. Knowing what Nathan probably wanted now I opened the message and my suspicions were quickly confirmed.
“Can u come 2 my room?”
I was already snuggled up in my bed and I actually didn’t want to get up again but I kept receiving begging messages from Nathan so after a while I wanted to check if he was okay. My guess was that he was feeling needy because he was drunk, it had happened before, and I was partially right – he really was drunk. But instead of finding him on his bed like usual, he was he was walking around his room. When he saw me he happily approached me and gave me a big hug, almost crushing me with the strength of it.
“Why did you ask me to come over?” I asked him after we separated again.
“Because I wanna try something.” He simply answered, making me curious.
“What do you wanna try?”
“Kissing but without having sex afterwards.”
“So you made me leave my cozy, warm bed and walk all the way over here for a kiss?”
“Pretty much, yes.” Nathan laughed.
I didn’t know if I was annoyed or if I thought it was cute. Knowing he was absolutely drunk I decided it was cute that he thought of me in that state. But then I saw him almost falling over so I decided he had to go to bed.
“Nate, you’re drunk. Let’s put you to bed, hm?”
That made him all whiny “Nooooooo. I don’t wanna go to bed. I wanna kiss you.”
I laughed at how adorable his pouting was but it didn’t matter. He was too drunk to know what he needs. I put him in his bed after helping him take his jacket off. Then I covered him with his blanket and put a bucket next to his bed.
“Sleep well, Nate.” I whisper, ready to leave. “Text me if you need anything.”
“Don’t go. Please…” He almost sounded desperate. “Please… one kiss. Just one.”
I couldn’t resist him. I always had a little crush on him and this was just too tempting so I did what seemed right: I gave in. I walked back over to his bed and gave his lips a quick peck.
“One more. Just one more, please…”
I should have know it. However he was just too cute in that moment so I had to give in and give him one more little peck. Just one couldn’t hurt anyone, right?
“One more. We can’t leave it at two. We have to make it three.”
“One more. But only one, okay? Then you really need to sleep, Prescott.” I sighed.
Nathan nodded happily so I leaned in again and pecked his lips for the third time. Then I kissed his forehead and a while later I finally left his room.
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It was morning now. I woke up well-rested and checked my phone to see if Nathan needed anything or if anyone else texted me. I did get a text from my mother but it was only the regular “Have a nice Sunday”- text.
What was strange was that Nathan didn’t bother texting me at all. Usually he would at least text me when he woke up to let me know he was fine but not today. So I got ready to go and did the only reasonable thing: I walked up to his dorm and checked on him.
When I entered I saw that he was still sleeping. ‘Of course’ I thought. ‘This makes sense. Why did I get so worried?’ I sat down on the couch and played with my phone, waiting for him to finally wake up. It took about thirty more minutes until he stirred and slowly opened his eyes. I gave him a moment to adjust to the light in his room, although it wasn’t much due to his heavy curtains I knew how sensitive his eyes were.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” I giggle a little, making Nathan groan. “How bad is the hangover?”
Nathan only groaned in response which was enough to answer the question.
“Want me to bring you my ‘special mixture’ to help the hangover?”
I made that mixture for him so many times already. Nathan nodded and put a pillow over his head, trying to cover his eyes which made me giggle. Then I left the room and came back a short while later with a glass of what I liked to call ‘hell juice’. It smelled absolutely awful and tasted even worse but it did help.
Nathan was sitting up in his bed and I sat beside him and gave him the glass. I know how much he hated this but it was his fault for needing it. Also, it was fun for me to watch him struggle as he drank it. He knew better than to complain so he quickly swallowed all of it down and contorted his face in disgust.
“How drunk was I?” He said quietly.
I told him the whole story about how I had to come over and he blushed. This was rare, I have never seen Nathan blush before.
“So I told you to come over because I wanted a small kiss?”
“Not only one.” I explained. “After the first one you wanted a second one. And a third one. And then you asked me for other things that I respectfully declined because you were too drunk.”
I couldn’t really read his expression. In one way he seemed to be a little shy about what he asked for last night but at the same time he just smirked and seemed to know that if he wasn’t so drunk he would have gotten his way.
“Well…” He started. “Now that I’m feeling better, my request still stands.”
Damn him. Damn his smirk, damn his charm. I couldn’t believe how easily he got me to be putty in his hands. How could I possibly say no to him like that? Safe to say that I did not say no. In fact we spend most of the day in his bed. In the evening we were so exhausted that he let me stay in his bed for the night. This was the first real time we cuddled, no rush, no hurry, just us. He was pressing light kisses on my neck as I heard him whisper to me quietly.
“Thanks for taking care of me.”
~Traditions~
Cahir x Fem!Reader
Summary: Cahir and the reader and invited to take part in the annual hunting tradition
Word count: 1.5K
Cahir was coming home after a long day of training and fighting. I had already prepared dinner and waited patiently for him to open the front door and greet me with his usual three kisses. And after only a short moment of waiting, he did just that. He walked in and came closer to me. Then he pressed a kiss on my forehead, my nose and finally he planted a longer kiss on my lips.
“How was work today, darling?” I asked, genuinely concerned because I knew about his rough schedule and how stressed and exhausted he always is when he returns home.
Cahir only sighed and shook his head, he was too tired to tell me anything. But then I realized how I could put the smile on his face that I loved to see so much.
“We got a letter today. An invitation, to be exact.”
“An invitation?” I could see the curiosity on my husband’s lovely face.
“Yes, indeed. It was written by your father and it said that we… well that you are invited on some kind of hunt down in Vicovaro. Do you happen to know anything about that?”
A bright smile appeared on his face like some kind of switch was turned instantly.
“Of course I do. I can’t believe it, finally we’re in again.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about… How about we have dinner now and you tell me everything I should know?”
Said and done. Cahir told me everything about this hunting tradition he got invited to. He told me that every year the families with the highest reputations in Vicovaro get invited to some kind of hunting competition and that sadly over the last few years Cahir and his family couldn’t attend this because every year, different problems occurred. With his father’s sickness and the death of his oldest brother Aillil, every year brought some reason for them to not be able to go hunting but this year, everything was going well and the family finally got invited again. And while the men were out hunting all day, competing to see who would get the biggest loot, the wives would stay in the darn of the host, this year it was Cahir’s family, and prepare the large feast for the evening, which meant that I was invited too.
So some days later we started our journey south to Vicovaro, Cahir’s “real home” as he always called it. With every mile we got closer to his homeland, I could see the excitement in his eyes growing and it was absolutely adorable.
And then we arrived in front of the darn that belonged to his family. It had been a while since we have last been there but now we were finally there again. We got greeted by Cahir’s parents who hugged both of us tightly. I was so happy that they accepted me into their family.
It was already late so we all enjoyed dinner and then Cahir and I headed off to bed. The next morning was when the hunt finally began. Cahir gave me a quick peck “for luck” and then he started going into the woods with his family, all in full armor and carrying the family crest. And while they were gone, I headed into the kitchen where the women of the family of the host and also of the guests would prepare the feast for the return of their men.
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So we were all standing in the kitchen cutting, stirring, mixing, cooking and, of course, talking. This was my first time being part of this tradition so I somehow got to be the center of attention. So many elderly ladies asked me about Cahir, our wedding and our relationship, if I really loved him or if we married for money and status and of course my favorite question: “When are the children coming?” I told these women that Cahir was very busy and that we didn’t want to rush into something we weren’t ready for but in reality, no matter how hard we tried, I couldn’t get pregnant. This was none of the women’s business though so I didn’t want to tell them.
“You do know about the tradition, right?” One of the elderly ladies started. When I only gave her a questioning look she started to explain herself. “It’s been a tradition that after a successful return of the men, their wives would reward them at night. Perhaps you should take this chance to try for a baby?”
When I heard this I accidentally snapped. “This is none of your business. We try for a baby when we’re ready.” After a moment I realized that I was rude. “I’m sorry. I just don’t like talking about such private matters.”
With that I quickly went away. I tried to forget what the woman said but I was curious so I decided to ask one of the sisters of Cahir about this “tradition”.
“Oh yes. It is a tradition of the loving wives to welcome their husbands back home. After the feast the wife asks her husband to take her somewhere private and then the husband picks her up and carries her out of the room.”
I blush at this tradition. Growing up I was taught to never talk about such private and intimate things and this tradition just seemed so inappropriate. So then I was wondering why Cahir didn’t tell me before.
“Perhaps he knew you don’t like such things and didn’t want to make you uncomfortable?” His sister guessed and I just shrugged it off, a little embarrassed.
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In the evening, after countless hours of being annoyed by old women, we finally heard the loud clattering of metal, indicating that the men had returned. We all walked to the entrance and saw Cahir and his family looking rather proud and the other families looking disappointed but not really angry or mad. I ran up to Cahir and hugged him tightly.
“We did it.” He told me. “After so many years we finally got victorious again.”
“I’m so proud of you.” I told him and gave him a small peck on the lips to which he grinned.
“I believe it had something to do with you. You’re my lucky charm.”
“I’m glad you’re back.” I whispered and giggled a little. “Now I don’t have to endure all these old ladies any longer.”
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The evening is joyful, loud, filled with music and good food. And after we all ate so much we almost burst, Cahir took my hand and led me to the dance floor. His movements were elegant and graceful, he has always been a good dancer. We looked at each other lovingly and enjoyed each other’s company and warmth and we swayed to the music. Every now and then Cahir leaned down to kiss my forehead or my nose or to give my lips a little peck and I always had to giggle a little.
“These women are watching us.” I whispered which made him smile a little.
“Can you blame them? We’re by far the sweetest couple and you’re by far the most beautiful lady in all of Vicovaro, oh what am I saying… you’re by far the most beautiful lady on the entire continent. Besides… most of their marriages had nothing to do with love so I imagine it’s exciting for them to see a young couple truly in love.”
I giggle again. “Oh, is that so?” I say teasingly.
“Absolutely. I adore and worship you and I am totally devoted to you. With every day that passes I feel my love and admiration for you growing more and more. With every single minute that passes you get more beautiful and I am so happy to be able to say that your heart belongs to me and that mine belongs to you.”
I started tearing up at his sweet words and pulled him down and kissed him with much more passion and dedication than I normally would have dared when so many others were around. I didn’t care about them, the only thing I cared about was my beloved husband. And then I remembered that tradition so I leaned in close and whispered:
“I know about what we’re supposed to do after this feast… so would you please take me somewhere private, my beloved husband?”
Cahir blushed for a short moment but he picked me up as if he was waiting for me to ask him that. He carried me out of the big dining hall, not being bothered by all the people watching us. He carried me to his childhood bedroom where we spent all night making love, talking, cuddling and enjoying each other’s company. And little did we know that we managed to create a new life in this very night.
Dragon Age Inquisition~ Cole x Reader headcanon
Imagine being out in the wild with the Inquisitor, Varric and Cole:
Cole: “What i meant to ask you… at night you always thank the maker often and loud… but the maker didnt do anything to make you happy. I did. So why are you thanking him and not me?”
Reader: **blushes** “Cole, this is hardly the right time for such a conversation”
Varric: “It's getting interesting…”
Inquisitor: “Now i'm interested too” **grins**
Reader: “Sometimes I hate you two. And Cole, thanking the maker isnt something people do in a genuine way… its just an expression to show how much one enjoys something”
Cole: “I still think you should be thanking me instead”
Reader: **sighs** “Alright. Next time I'll be thanking you instead of the maker”
~Doubt~
George Weasley X Fem!Reader
Summary: Since the birth of their twin kids, George and y/n's love life has been dead. Both worry that the other doesn't find them attractive anymore.
Note: Sorry for any spelling mistakes
The last three months have been exhausting for y/n and her husband George but also so fulfilling. Y/n has given birth to their twin sons Anthony and Alastor. Redheads, of course,just like their father. Their nights were filled with crying babies, dirty diapers and a lack of sleep but they absolutely loved their children and they would do anything for them.
It's been little over a year after the Battle of Hogwarts where everyone lost friends, family members and loved ones. But now they were a real family and everything was perfect. Well, almost everything.
The love life of y/n and George was practically dead. Y/n knew that it was normal not to have sex the first weeks after giving birth but still George never even made a single move to change that now and it started to worry the young mother.
She was scared that he didn’t find her attractive anymore. She gained weight and got stretch marks which was actually normal during a pregnancy but she still believed that George didn’t like her appearance anymore.
What she didn't know was that George was struggling with himself too. And naturally he came to his best friend and twin brother Fred to talk to him about his own problem.
“I tell you, it’s been so long since we had sex…” He explained, worried.
Fred sighed. “Is this about you gaining weight again? I told you it’s sympathy weight. Nothing unusual for a guy”
“I know… but still. First I lost my ear and now I gained weight… I can't even believe she is still with me. She's crazy, there is no other explanation.”
George tried to sound funny as always but deep down he was still worried.
“Maybe we should make a potion to lose weight. We could make a lot of money with it… and I could test it on myself.”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and y/n entered. She gave George a quick kiss, this was the only physical touch they shared, apart from loosely cuddling at night.
“The kids are asleep right now…” She told him.
Actually she came to talk to Fred but with George in the same room, she couldn’t. So they sat for a while in an awkward silence until one of the babies started crying. George stood up and walked out of the room to take care of it.
“So Freddie… I need your advice” Y/n started quickly. “I… have a little problem right now… about George…”
Fred could already guess what it was.
“Well… I think that George doesnt find me attractive anymore.”
“And why do you think that?” Fred was curious.
“Because… i gained weight during the pregnancy, i got stretchmarks and… and since the kids were born we never… got a little… closer than just a simple kiss.”
Fred laughed. For him it was like one of those comedy shows on the muggle tv that y/n once showed him. But she didn’t find it funny at all.
“Perhaps you could talk to your husband?”
“But what if he tells me that he really doesnt find me attractive anymore? What if he only stays because of the kids?”
“Come on, y/n. He has always been crazy for you. Ever since we were kids. I have an idea. How about you two go on a date tonight?”
“And the kids?”
“I will take care of them. They love their uncle Freddie. After all, I have never met someone who didn't like me.”
“Uh… Umbridge?”
“The evil toad doesn’t count. But seriously, tonight you're gonna go on a date.”
Y/n sighed but agreed. In the evening she and George were eating at a romantic restaurant and they finally had time for themselves again. They talked about things that they haven’t talked about in a long time and it felt refreshing to be together again. After their date they got back home. Fred put a note on the door, saying that the kids were in his room and that he would take care of them in the night. Then he put a little smirking smiley at the end of the note.
George and y/n went to their bedroom and got ready for bed. George sat on the bed and y/n came in with a beautiful set of lingerie on. She sat next to her husband and caressed his thigh. He, however, backed away.
“Georgie… we need to talk.” Y/n said in a serious tone.
“Yes, i think we need to talk…” George agreed.
“Do you still find me attractive?” Y/n bursted out.
“Of course. You are the sexiest woman ever.”
“Then why do you seem so uncomfortable with me touching you?”
“Because…” George sighed. “Because I am not attractive enough anymore. During your pregnancy I gained weight. And on top of that I’m still missing my ear… I just don’t want you to be repulsed by me…”
“Darling… I love you. I could never be repulsed by you. You are so sexy and handsome and attractive and… I just wish we would… have sex again. I miss the feeling.” Y/n took his hand and sat a little closer. “I just thought with my stretchmarks and my weight that you were repulsed by me.”
“You’re crazy. I love you. You are so sexy… and you look like you do because you carried our children. That’s the most beautiful thing in the world.”
“So can we… maybe… tonight…”
George cut his wife off by pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. They kept kissing for so long and after a while he lifted her up and sat her down on his lap where they kept making out and caressing each other like they haven't done in so long. And with that they reignited the fire that burned so low after the past months. And oh, how they needed that.
~Debt~
Richard Horne x Fem!Reader
Summary: When a 'friend' of Richard threatened to harm his girlfriend y/n, Richard has to make sure she's alright.
Word count: 1.2k
Sorry for any spelling mistakes :)
The relationship between y/n and Richard has always been… controversial. Mostly because of what he was known for. Most people in their hometown always knew Richard as an aggressive asshole but she didnt. Well, in the beginning she did but after a tough while she understood who he actually was: a broken young guy. Yes, he did many things that will always be considered as inexcusable and the young couple had many fights because of such things.
Their latest fight was about a topic that was often the reason to argue with each other. Richard used to spend much time with some sketchy guys, drinking and smoking together. Y/n didnt like those guys at all. They creeped her out and she wanted Richard to stay away from them but who was she to tell him what to do.
And so she was at her own place while Richard was at the house of one of those sketchy guys. Well, it wasnt actually a real house but more like an abandoned building with broken windows and missing furniture. But it had a bar with enough alcohol to drown a person. They were playing Poker but Richard overestimated himself again. His stakes were ridiculously high until he had nothing to bet anymore.
“Listen, Horne… we're friends, aren't we?” One of those sketchy guy said. “You got that cute little girl at your side, hm? Here is the deal: Since you can't pay your debt, I'm gonna visit your girl and claim what is mine”
“Come on, man…” Richard said in shock. “You're joking, right?”
The other guy only laughed, creating a tense vibe and making Richard extremely nervous. Although he hated basically everyone and never gave a shit about anything and everything, he always cared about y/n. She was his girlfriend and he promised himself to never let her get hurt. He loved her even though he couldnt say it out loud.
“I'm not fucking joking, Horne… I'm sick of the way you treat your debts. You owe me so much fucking money and I was always generous enough to give you time.” The guy was almost yelling. “You don't have the money to pay me and yet I always see you spending money on booze and that girl of yours. And since you spend all the money that belongs to me on her, I'm gonna get what’s mine”
The guy stood up furiously and drove away. Richard panicked. That asshole cannot hurt his girlfriend. He couldn’t. Richard started to spam y/n's phone with texts and calls but she doesn't seem to be looking at her phone. So there was only one way for him: visit her.
He ran to his car and got in. He drove way above the speed limit but he couldn't care less. All he cared about was y/n. He was so worried all the way to her home. He cursed himself for being so stupid and for even knowing that guy. Everything he ever did came back to him in this very moment and he was scared. Genuinely scared.
And then he arrived at her door. He rang and knocked and rang and knocked until she finally opened the door. Richard has never been more happy to see her and only after he calmed down he noticed that she was only wearing a bathrobe.
He looked her up and down with a smirk and stormed towards her to kiss her. She was just too sexy to resist. He didn’t even try to start off gently, his kisses were always rough from the first moment. He locked the door before pushing her against the wall and trapping her there with his whole body while his tongue explored her mouth eagerly. His hands roamed over her body and her bathrobe quickly came off. She smelled so nice and Richard just had to have her, right here, right now. He carried her to the bedroom and practically threw her on her bed. And then he made sure to relieve all the anger, pain and fear inside him.
And then they cuddled. This was not something that Richard wanted but y/n asked him to and he couldn't deny her wish. And although he would have never admitted it, he liked these calm moments with her. He held her in his arms and tried to kiss her again, to hug her and hold her more tightly but she wasn't having it. Richard behaved in a weird way and although he often behaved weirdly, she wanted and explanation. She needed it. So she looked up at him while she traced random patterns on his chest.
“What in hell is it this time?” She asked with a sigh that almost sounded a little pissed.
“Why didn't you check your phone or answer my calls?” Richard responded, making y/n roll her eyes.
“I was taking a shower. I can't check my phone in the shower and I didn't hear it ring either. And then I step out of the shower and see that I got seven missed calls and fifteen texts from you. So what the fuck is going on?”
Richard sighed and told her everything, leaving y/n in shock but also anger. But before she could say anything in response, his phone rang and he answered the call. He talked to the person on the other end for a while and then he put his phone down and cuddled with y/n again, without saying anything.
Usually he would tell her what was wrong but this time was different. Richard seemed genuinely disturbed and in shock and y/n didn't want to upset him further. She waited until he spoke. And he did.
“He's dead” His boys came out as barely a whisper, y/n almost couldn't hear it. Almost. “He threatened to… harm you and got in his car and… he had an accident… He's dead…”
Y/n could see that tears were welling up in his eyes. She kept caressing his chest and she kissed his cheek but it didn’t cheer him up. Instead he only tightened his grip on her waist and kissed the top of her head.
“I don't want to live like this anymore…” He whispered against her hairline. Y/n pulled away a little to look at him.
“What do you mean?”
“I know that this is not how I want to keep going. I don't want to cause you any harm or put you in danger… I could never forgive myself. I need help.” Richard was almost crying.
“Rich… it will be hard but I'm right by your side, okay? I want to help you change and find the right path…”
Richard seemed hopeful but he was still tearing up.
“I love you” He whispered.
Y/n opened her eyes wide in surprise. This was the first time he said that. He never dared to say anything like that, he just wasn't the type for such a big commitment. But he changed already. He knew that she was the only person he could trust and the only one he cared about. The only one he truly loved with all his heart and soul.
Y/n looked into his eyes and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.
“I love you too.”
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CAHIR MAWR DYFFRYN AEP CEALLACH NSFW ALPHABET
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Being the gentleman that he always is, Cahir would care a lot about your wellbeing and comfort after sex. He would ask if you are feeling good or if you need anything and you would probably need to reassure him that you enjoyed it a lot and that he pleases you just right.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
As for himself he probably likes his hands. It makes him feel strong when he holds his sword in them and whenever he even looks at them he is reminded of all the ways his hands can bring you pleasure.
As for your body, he probably loves your thighs. He just loves squeezing them and kissing them to tease you when he is feeling a little playful. Also he loves to lay his head on your thighs while you caress his hair. It just gives him comfort and calms him down after all the stressful events in his life. You are his home.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He actually prefers to cum inside, it’s just more intimate and he knows how you love the feeling of his cum coating your walls. He isnt a big fan of making a mess although from time to time he enjoys seeing you lick his cum off your fingers.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
The secret he doesnt even want to tell you is that he is dreaming about you being in complete control over him. He loves to please you but sometimes he wishes that you would just tie him down and use him like you want. He is a soldier so he always has to be rough and in control on the battlefield but when he comes home he wishes that he could be the one who submits every once in a while.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He has a good idea of what he’s doing but he doesnt have that much experience. He always wanted to save it all up for the person he loves but once he found you to be that person he will definitely explore what you both like and how he can please you the best.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Cahir loves to spoil you so his favorite would simple be missionary. He would make sure that you dont even have to lift a finger, he wants you to focus on nothing but the feeling. Also this position is extremely intimate and he can look at your face to see the pleasure written on it.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Cahir is probably quite serious when it comes to making love. He is just all about the intimacy and he wants to make sure that you enjoy it. But that doesn't mean that he never makes some comments which sometimes make you giggle.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
When he first starts getting intimate with you he will probably care a lot about shaving, maybe a little scared that you would feel repulsed if he didn’t. But once you both got more comfortable around each other, he will occasionally trim his hair but he stops shaving.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Cahir would love being intimate with you. Like he would just casually light candles and set a romantic mood before getting down to business. He definitely whispers sweet little compliments in your ear all the time and kiss you and caress you full of love.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He usually doesnt like to do it alone. When you're around he has a reason to do it together. However when he is on a mission or when you are not in the mood or asleep he will occasionally jack off, always thinking about you while he does so.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
I feel like Cahir has a huge praise kink. Like he always needs to hear that what he does makes you feel good and that you love him.
Also he would secretly like to try out submitting to you but he is probably too nervous and insecure about it to bring it up.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Cahir seems to be the type who likes to do it in your shared bedroom. But that doesnt mean that he just likes it on the bed. Also on the loveseat by the fireplace or on the couch. Sometimes, after a rough day he would also love to do it in the bathtub while you wash his hair and back.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. It's that simple. Like even when he just hears your name he sometimes gets in the mood. If you really wanna get him turned on though you could just decide to wear something seductive, like a nice piece of lingerie and wait with a glass of wine for him to join you and he would immediately be putty in your hands.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He would never hurt you. He keeps telling you that he gets rough on the battlefield and with other soldiers but all his gentleness is saved for you. This is also why he is opposed to things like choking you or slapping your face.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
With your pleasure being his number one priority Cahir definitely likes giving more than receiving. Like he could spend days between your legs if you only ask him and he is freakishly good at it too. Talking about diplomatic matters is not the only skill of his mouth.
Also I feel like he would be shy about receiving at first, not knowing how to react and if he can openly show his pleasure. He likes the feeling of your lips around him but he just loves his mouth on you even more.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
When he comes back to you after being away for a while, like when he was on a mission, he could go faster than usual and maybe also rougher, just wanting to feel the pleasure he hasn’t felt in so long. But normally he just loves to go slow and make sure you feel him completely. This also comes with the aspect of intimacy, the slower you go, the more intimate it feels for him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn't really like them. He enjoys taking his time with you and quickies are just not the way to do that.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He likes to try out a few things with you but he isn’t much into risky stuff. He likes to be on the safe side and he likes to know that he doesn't have to be cautious about anything.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Cahir is a trained knight and soldier. He can fight on the battlefield for many hours straight and he can make love to you over and over again until you almost pass out with pleasure. He makes it his mission to please you until you are 100% satisfied, no matter how often he already came. Just because he already shot his load doesnt mean that he can’t use his fingers or his tongue until he's ready to go again.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No. He has enough options to please you anyway. He likes to keep it real, just the two of you and nothing else. But if you wanted to try a toy you would just have to ask him and he would at least try because he wants you to be happy.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Despite his usual serious behaviour as a commander and knight, he sometimes gets really playful and silly in bed. So yes, when he feels like it he loves teasing you by caressing you with his fingers or kissing your thighs. Sometimes he wants to hear your sweet voice begging him to give you what you want and of course he would never deny you that pleasure.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
An occasional grunt or moan can be heard from him but other than that he is quiet. He wants only you to hear him and nobody else. Sometimes he gets so focused on his movements or especially in the beginning he is a littly shy about making noises so you have to remind him that you want to hear him enjoy himself.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Cahir is probably a little insecure about all the scars on his body from various battles and fights. He fears that you find them unattractive and he needs a lot of reassurance that you love his body and all his scars. Maybe he also likes it when you kiss them, it makes him feel so loved and he finds it comforting.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I dont know why but he is probably a little over average length and its also quite thick. But even if he was a little less long and/or thick his technique would always satisfy you.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
With you around, totally high. You could just look at him in a certain way and he gets horny. Give him a little peek of your ass… horny. Kiss him a little longer than usual… horny. Let your hand glide over his thigh, or chest, or even his arm… horny. Like literally any action could get him going immediately.
When you are not around, his drive is lower. Because it means that he is usually on a mission or in a battle. He always thinks of you but he doesn't really have the time or the energy for any funny business.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Not very quickly. He would love to cuddle you and he would love to just talk about your days and everything you have on your minds. You will definitely fall asleep before him and he just loves to look at you and think about how much he enjoys every moment with you.
