Lotor X !Plus Sized Female Reader - Fall Traditions
"It's tradition Lotor! I know you don't want to be around people, but please, go for me?" I give him a pout, jutting out my bottom lip as I put on my 'puppy dog eyes' which always make him cave.
He let out a scoff, but sighed and deflated in defeat. "Okay Starlight, I'll go to this...corn maze as you say."
I hug him as he slides his arms around my plump form. "You know I'd do anything for you starlight." He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. Only alone would he show me this kind of affection, and I understand, with a smile I cherish the affection he shows that's only reserved for me.
I was giddy as we pulled up to the corn maze. Growing up, coming to these places during the fall were fun and filled with laughter and frights especially if we went through the maze at night.
Lotor takes my hand as we walk to the ticket booth. I smile as I see families with small children as they laugh and run around picking the perfect pumpkin. "You said this was a tradition starlight? Do all humans participate in it?" He gave my hand a light squeeze as we walk through the rows of pumpkins.
"Not all humans participate. It's a tradition for me and a lot of humans because we used to do this when we were younger. My mom always brought me and my siblings here every fall. We'd pick pumpkins, go on the hay ride and through the corn maze and have applie cider, it was so magical for me as a kid...and one of the rare happy memories I have...I know to you it's silly..but-."
My words were cut off as he gave me a soft, chaste kiss. My round cheeks flushed as he pulled back before I could fully process it. "It's not silly if it holds special memories for you (Y/N)...nothing that's special to you is silly my starlight, never forget that. Now let's go make more of those special memories."
We look through the pumpkin patch first, my soft, round face scruched in concentration as I tried to look for the perfect pumpkin. Lotor helped, picking the biggest pumpkin he could carry before putting it in our wagon. Picking a few other pumpkins and hay stacks we bring them to the car.
"I can't wait to carve the pumpkins! We'll put them on our porch for the trick or treaters!" I was excited as I spoke, my soft arms and hands waving in the air as I spoke with them. Lotor sported a soft smile as he watched me talk animately.
Getting hot apple cider, we enjoyed the cute hayride that showed us the farm and along the way it had cute cardboard cut outs of Halloween themed characters or scenes and even giant spider made out of black plastic pipes and hay bails. Lotor's arms wrapped around my pudgy waist, his fingers skimming my sweater clad skin.
"This drink...can we make it at home?" He was on his third cup of hot apple cider. I laughed and nodded. "I'll order some, not sure how good it'll be if I try to make it, I'm sure they sell some here too." His eyes lit up at the notion making me smile. He was enjoying himself...which would be a first for an Earth activity.
As the sun started to go down, I decided it was the perfect time to do the corn maze. Once inside, the cute decorations and cardboard cut outs were back, with festive lights scttered around. "So...you pay to be put in a maze? Starlight, what fun is that?" He asked looking down both sides of the fork in the cornstalks.
I pull him down one path enjoying the atmosphere. "Because it's fun! It's cute and it's getting dark so it'll be a bit spooky!" Hitting a dead end, I pout. "Fun you say?" He smirks before taking the lead and tugging me back the way we came.
A good chunk of time passed and we're still in the corn maze, the moon high in the sky. The sound of laughing children and soft music coming from the farm, but I was straddled on Lotor's lap as he sat on a haybail in the corner of another dead end of the corn maze.
Our lips were slated against one another in a dance. His hands gripped my soft round hips anchoring me down on his lap. Pulling back, our hot breaths lingered together. "You were right (Y/N), these corn mazes are fun." He nipped and sucked along the curve of my neck going down to my collarbone.
The sound of people nearby caused Lotor to stand with my plump, soft body in his arms before he gently sat me down. Giving me one last hungry kiss, he grabbed my hand and headed back to the maze to finally get out. "Let's find our way out, we'll have more fun at home my starlight."
Biting my lip, I flushed at his words as we both whispered and laughed together as we navigated the corn maze hand in hand.
𝚁𝙵𝙱 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍: Nervous First Date
𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Rick Flag x Plus-sized F!Reader; Reference to past Rick Flag x June Moone
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 5k
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: Language. Alcohol. Food. Smut. Kissing. Touching. Hand job. Auralism. Praisekink. Fingering (f recieving). Penetration (m/f). Sub!Rick :)
𝙰/𝙽: Oneshot. I'm on a fluff kick and really proud of this one. Somehow, I'm even softer for this man when I'm full of rosé. And if you saw my post from the other day, you know why I had his silly little hat on the brain now. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Thank you to the lovely @loverhymeswith for beta reading.
Anyway, sit back and have a soft date with Rick Flag <3
𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐: Lemon
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But he knows it’s your cadence, your calm demeanor. It’s how you ground the others in the face of danger all around them, especially Rick. Your voice comes through the comms with a level command that puts him at ease and distracts him all at once.
You’re one of Argus’s operations coordinators. When it’s not Amanda Waller herself taking charge of the more pertinent missions, it’s you and a select few who step up to the plate. But you in particular- your level-headedness that never breaks or slips into a hollering fury- it’s hypnotic. At this point it’s almost Pavlovian the way you take over the comms when the mission shifts over to your expertise and Rick knows he’s in good hands. He feels comfort and support and your steady guidance all at once.
And it had started to become a major problem, workplace wise. Because after a while, Rick knows he wants you more than a colleague should.
But with a demanding agency like Argus. There was never any time. You were just as busy as Rick before and after an operation. And he didn’t just want a fling. He needed more of you, outside the war room walls, and he needed you badly.
He’s up in comms often enough. He’s caught your glances. Catches them with his own tentative smiles when no one else is looking. He knows it’s not just in his head. You speak in his ear with distinction on missions. Not just because he’s team leader. They’re extra words of comfort. And they draw Rick Flag like a siren song.
You confirm his theory one day as all the analysts talk shop around the operations table. You move toward Rick’s chair silently, until finally he glances down at his elbow and sees you’ve slid a folded Argus memo slip over to his coffee mug without a word. You keep your eyes on the meeting with patient ease. Afterward, Rick pulls the slip out of his windbreaker while he’s alone in the elevator. He bites back a smirk. In your neat scrawl, your personal number.
You couldn’t meet in person, but the two of you could start the conversation.
Rick soon learns there’s a different side to you over text. Where your interactions in person are always professional and to the point, your messages to Rick were sharp, witty, and gave him everything he’d hoped for. He hopes that he, too, gets his own point across. He doesn’t have your way with words, but you never seem to mind it.
[You]
I need a drink.
You send during a particularly rowdy pre-ops meeting. John and Emilia are beginning to shout about the best point of infiltration, while the other minor analysts cower with information at the ready. Across the room, you look neutral, but he can tell. You’re bored at the back and forth; Rick’s learned you’ve got a poker face to rival his own. He sniffs idly, reaching to rub his brow as he sneaks a glance down at his phone under his desk.
[Rick]
If these two stop hollerin any time soon I might actually be able to take you out one of these days.
He hits send with bated breath. In fact, he spares himself from a glance in your direction where he hopes you’re typing from behind your clipboard.
Rick’s break up with June had been rough. Shortly after Midway, or rather, despite everything that they'd gone through together in Midway, June blindsides Rick Flag with the talk. It wasn’t him, it was her. He keeps a tight lid on his devastation for months. It had been more than a year since then. But although you joined Argus after the Suicide Squad had developed into a permanent operation, he knows you’ve heard the rumors.
Colonel Rick Flag kicks ass in the field. But keeping his woman happy? The score was widely known. Rick sighs through his nose and flicks his eyes over the room full of desk jockeys. Gossipy fucks.
Rick swallows thickly after the meeting when Waller pulls you and the other coordinators into her office.
He furrows his brow when he looks down at his phone again.
You don’t shoot him back a text, but a file. Rick opens it and sees the operations schedule for everyone over the next month or so. You’ve highlighted the rows with your name and his. It’s clear to see you’ve figured out where your rare and fleeting days off have matched.
Next weekend.
The whole weekend, actually.
Rick sits up in his seat, a little too eagerly, and a little nervous all of a sudden to boot.
Shit- you were lining it right the hell up, weren’t you? A real date night. With drinks in town and maybe dinner. Well he’ll be damned.
Friday night it is.
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Rick drags his fingers through his hair, brows knitted together at his reflection in the driver's side window of his truck. He puts his baseball cap back on, then takes it off again, repeating the swipe of light brown locks from his forehead. No, that doesn’t seem right either. Rick considers moving his hair down to the side rather than straight back.
Aw, hell.
When he yanks the cap on and off a third time he huffs, finally tossing it back inside the vehicle all together.
He swears under his breath when his phone buzzes in his back pocket. Rick makes his way to the large garage elevator as he checks your text.
[You]
Here. By the fountains.
He'd arrived thirty minutes early, and somehow he was already making you wait.
The Promenade in town is always busy on Friday nights. The storefronts glittered and trees flickered with lights, the tables and chairs outside of each restaurant packed with people. Rick never had a reason to find himself here, but it was mutual ground for the two of you to approach each other for the first time outside of work. It's easy to find the large fountain pools the two of you are meant to meet at.
Rick's got on a plain crew shirt and a bomber jacket, his black jeans new and still pressed straight from when he bought them earlier that week— Just for this. You'd both decided to keep it casual— Keep it real— Much to his relief.
How many weeks would this make it? Nine? Ten? Nearly three months of your back and forths over your phones. Tonight’s new territory for Rick Flag.
Rick had moved on since June, of course. Even downloaded a dating app with only slight apprehension. His first three real matches had ended up being single dates— Hook-ups to be exact. Hook ups he could handle. But this?
Ah shit. Shit shit shit. There you were- you weren’t in your normal comms room attire. You pull a cardigan over yourself against the evening chill, and your blouse flutters a little when you turn. Rick looks you up and down and swallows.
You're standing by the fountain's edge, your eyes searching the people passing by your vicinity. Rick doesn't even have to wave to catch your attention. When you meet his eye, he inhales sharply, the reality of tonight with you finally concrete in front of him.
You brighten. "Hey," you greet first.
Rick stops before you, his hands slipping into his jacket pockets for a moment before he quickly takes them back out. For some bizarre reason, like he’s about to formally meet a peer, his first instinct is to shake your hand. He catches himself before he raises his arm. What was he, stupid?
"Hey." Rick remembers to say with a nod.
You chuckle. "No flag hat?" Your eyes flit over his hair and face. You can hardly see the top of his head from where you stand close to him. Before he can answer, you reach forward and take his torso in a firm hug, ripping the bandaid off. You immediately note the way he smells and feels— Clean and warm and firm.
Rick jerks his hands out of his pockets— Which had nervously retreated— again. He returns the gesture with some surprise.
He envelopes you in his arms, and when he leans down his voice is right beside your ear when he smiles back, "Figured you hated it so much I should just leave it at home."
You pull back with a grin now. Rick sported his American flag cap inside HQ like a second skin. You brought it up often, encouraging that he shouldn't hide his head of pretty hair underneath it all the time. Well, teased it, was more apt.
[You]
What is it with 40 year old men and baseball caps?
[Rick]
Hey. What's my age got to do with it?
[You]
Nothing :)
You just really take the whole 'Flag' thing to heart, huh
"I don't hate it." You say, rolling your eyes. And Rick wants to breathe a sigh of relief at how easily the two of you slip into the banter you’ve come to exchange. But it’s one thing to text. It’s another to hear your voice, relinquished from your duties in the comm room, your smile as bright and light to match. You make it obvious you’re in a good mood, and the tension in Rick’s broad shoulders ease.
Now, if only he could hear you better in this damn bar he picked out.
It’s just a short stroll away. The area is warm and vibrant and relaxed. You take a seat at a tall table, the cool night air drifting in through the wide open windows. Your feet dangle on the seat while Rick sits with one foot on a rung, one foot on the ground. Together you order several tapas plates and a pair of drinks to start, and you chuckle when Rick orders himself a Bourbon and Branch.
“What?” He says above the din. You take a sip of a margarita glass rimmed with salt, and Rick watches your pink tongue dart out softly over your lip to catch a piece of it on the rim.
“I’m surprised you order them with water.” You snort. Rick smiles. You loved to tease him.
But on a weekend, the bar is so packed and only gets louder. Finally, after another drink, Rick picks up his stool and moves it closer, perpendicular to you. You grin.
“That better?” He murmurs at you, no longer needing to shout. You feel warmth spread through you from your chest to your toes- partly because of the tequila, but mostly because of the way Rick’s knee presses into yours. The two of you conspire together this way, your cheeks nearly pushing together. Goosebumps spread under his collar at the way you turn to speak directly into his ear, your breath like citrus and mischief at once. You can’t know how much he wants you in his ear in and out of work.
“Here.” You encourage Rick to try something else besides straight liquor tonight. Moving the straw out of his way, you make to pass the glass to him. But instead of taking it, Rick folds his large hand over yours and brings the rim to him. His bottom lip is warm as he presses it to the edge of your thumb. He takes a long pull of the drink and you watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs with each swallow. In return, Rick Flag watches you flush. A thrill passes through him. At the way he can capture your full attention with a simple, physical gesture.
“Not bad.” He muses.
At the movies, the two of you have more luck. He picked the bar, but you picked the flick. When you reach the empty theater Rick wonders if you’ve done it on purpose. It’s an older movie, nearly completely cycled out of showings, and when you get to the top row, there’s no one there to bother the two of you way in back. In your defense, you point out that the two of you never had time to see movies, and maybe you were in luck, catching this last showing.
Except that to Rick’s smug satisfaction, it’s a complete and utter dud.
The artsy display on screen is more… interpretative than you anticipated. And in between the long stretches of silence and droning dialogue, you find your eyes drifting back over to Rick after thirty minutes or so.
He leans into you, chin in hand. Before he can ask if he can make fun of one of the dullest things he’s ever seen, you’re beating him to the punch. You overestimate the distance, and when you whisper into Rick’s ear, your lips brush over the shell, sending a shiver up the Colonel’s spine. “Okay if we talk through this one?”
Christ was it ever. He smirks, a little more alert now. Rick sits up and lifts the arm rest between the two of you, slipping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. You go back and forth, making fun of the dramatic characters with champagne problems. But Rick’s mostly focused on your breath in his ear and your hand on his as he squeezes your waist until the very end.
Finally, the Promenade clears more by the time you’re let out. You and Rick stroll slowly to the end, past a few other couples keeping the night going. Rick can’t help but feel his chest puff out a little when you slip your arm boldly into his, moving closer as the two of you come to a stop by the fountain from earlier.
“You parked in the garage?” He nods over the building across the street, hoping to extend your stroll even further. That and he wasn’t gonna let you walk back to your car alone, that was for sure. But you shake your head. “The street actually. Free overnight.”
Rick cocks a brow, a sly smirk forming. “And why’s that?” He murmurs, playing dumb.
You grin up at Rick. When you tug at the edges of his open jacket he leans down without resistance, meeting you halfway as you push up on your toes. You slot your lips against Rick’s in a warm, chaste kiss, a hum escaping you as he slips both his strong arms around your waist. He pulls you flush to him with ease. The two of you stand there, learning the new sensation of each other’s mouths. Rick had gotten so familiar with the words that left yours over the months, and now he was eager to entice all the sounds out of you left unexplored.
You both agree on Rick’s truck. He’s sobered up- especially after such a sobering movie, he teases you. You’re getting there but, ever the strategist, you know it’s safer to pick the towering soldier over yourself and your little coupe.
When you slip into the passenger side of the truck, you let out a small ‘oop’ when you accidentally sit on something.
Rick glances over when you yank the offending object out from under you.
“Aha! You did bring it!” You burst, waving the flag cap at him. Rick snatches it from you sheepishly.
“Yeah, yeah, alright.” He mutters through his teeth, smothering his grin. He tosses it in the back, and in one fluid motion, Rick reaches up to take your face in both his hands, pulling you in for another kiss. It’s deeper and filled with more passion, now that Rick has no doubt in his mind that you want this as much as he does.
There’s no middle console. Just the smooth upholstery. You both slide over the space until you’re pressed together again, your hands moving to explore one another with a little more privacy. You rake your fingers over his chest and abdomen, humming as you appreciate every hard line. Rick too, wanders your curves. And your heart flutters at the way he runs his touch along your soft sides, fingers making contact with the skin beneath the hem of your blouse.
In truth, Rick isn’t the only one who hasn’t done this in awhile. You, like him and nearly everyone at Argus, pour most of your life into its demanding operation. You had been content with evening drinks in groups and the occasional lunch with some of the other agents; But your eyes and ears had always been on the lookout for Rick Flag. He was a solemn, polite man around you, despite the fact you knew he was more gruff with the squad and other operatives. His tentativeness caught your attention after just a few missions. But what you appreciate most was that he seemed to truly listen to you. On the field, and off.
You chuckle breathlessly when you realize all these months of flirting have led up to not much talking now. Rick hums deeply in question as his hands slip under your shirt, his rough fingers scratching pleasantly against the small of your back. He busies himself with kisses along your neck and you gasp at the way his lashes flutter along your jaw.
“You trying to get me to fool around in your little pick up truck, Flag?” You tease in his ear. He grins against your pulse. A heat rises in Rick’s cheeks, out of your view, and he knows he can’t blame it on the alcohol anymore. Your timbre runs right through him, warm and smooth like honey.
“You don’t think it’s little.” He goads.
You scoff, pushing at his shoulder as he chuckles. But it soon dissolves into a moan when you nip at his earlobe, and Rick’s hold on you stiffens. You marvel in the deep sound you elicit so easily from such a large man. It goes straight to your core, and you curiously do it again as your hand wanders down between his thighs. You run your finger along his inseam until you’re met with what you’re looking for. Rick’s length is thick and straining under your light grasp. – Not little was right. He pauses from kissing your collar bone.
“That for me?” You purr.
Rick’s forehead falls atop your shoulder. “Been needing you all night, darlin’.”
You keep your mouth on the shell of his ear, feeling how hot it’s growing between your lips as you lick and kiss him languidly there. All the while, you stroke Rick through the fabric of his jeans, your own sex hot and wet and wanting. “The night’s not over, Colonel.”
Rick captures your lips with his with more fervor than ever, his fingers pushing through your hair to cup the back of your head to his. You squeeze your thighs together in your seat with a soft moan.
It takes everything he’s got to tear away from you. You buckle up with amusement as Rick puts his hand on the back of your headrest and reverses out of the garage without wasting another minute.
It’s his truck, but it’s your apartment. Your place is much closer than base, just a few blocks away from the Promenade. And Rick will be damned if he’s waiting to roll through two sets of security checkpoints and a long walk up to the barracks to make you his.
You don’t bother with the living room lights, stumbling backwards into your apartment as Rick pulls you in close again. He breaks apart long enough to nod to the couch, “Here?” He murmurs down at you. Your knees hit the edge of the seat but you shake your head, your noses brushing. Your head spins with the way his hard length is pressing into your waist, the scent of your familiar apartment mixing with the utterly unfamiliar and intoxicating scent of Rick Flag. You grin as you continue your walk backward to your bedroom. You slip your hands around Rick’s belt and deftly begin relieving him of it.
“Easy there, cowboy.” You tease him as he fumbles for the doorknob.
The yellow glow of the street lamp outside is enough light. Rick slips his jacket off and lets it fall to the floor as you do the same with your cardigan. You yank the hem of his shirt out of his pants eagerly, and you both tumble onto your comforter before it’s up and over his head. Rick tosses it aside.
He takes a moment to look at you laid out and breathless, your legs wedge between his thighs. Rick then leans down, takes the moment to trail kiss after kiss up your body, and you watch as the sharp geography of his back muscles flex under your touch in the low light. When he reaches the swell of your breasts, you cup his face in your hands and drag him up to meet yours, the need to taste him again overwhelming.
When your name leaves his lips like a plea, Rick drops his hips down to roll against yours. You moan when you feel his cock twitch through all your bottom layers.
“We’ve still got too many clothes on.” You point out astutely. And Rick Flag can’t agree more. He buries his face between your breasts once again, mouthing at your cleavage as he reaches down to yank your button blouse open in one simple tug between his fists. The buttons fall onto the hardwood floor off to the side with a stunning clatter.
“Rick!”
He’s pulling your bra down, taking a nipple into his mouth with ravenous abandon as he thrusts against your thigh again. “‘Said I need you, darlin’. I’m burnin’ up.” He growls.
Your hands find the button on his pants. When you pull his waistband down, his cock springs free, falling heavily in your grasp.
“Mm need you too,” You whisper in his ear. “I need you, Rick.”
The man groans, peppering your neck with kisses. You pump your hand around his hot length once and he rolls his hips into your palm without hesitation.
Rick falls back on his knees and guides your legs up. He makes quick work of your pants, a happy smirk evident as he slides them up off your legs. He kisses your calf slowly, your knee, each open-mouthed kiss sending a shiver through you. Rick puts himself between your legs until your knees are hitched over his strong arms, and he leans back down over you to capture your lips once more. You keep stroking him as he shucks the last of his clothes off, leaving you both bare and ready. Finally, you line him up with your entrance, already so wet with want. You both shudder as he slides into your cunt.
“Oh, fuck, Rick.” You grab his broad shoulder as he sinks into you, your other arm wrapping around the back of his head. You press your cheek to his, your breath hot in his ear and in his head. “Oh, please, I need it. Need you to fuck me.”
Rick whines, his deep voice hitching when he pushes the last of himself inside. You think you almost can’t take all of him, until he slowly presses down and bottoms out. You wrap your legs around his waist, dragging your nails down his back. You stretch around him, your hips eagerly moving to feel that hot slide of friction. He gives you another long moment, until you’re rolling your hips again. You thrust yourself on Rick’s cock with a whimper, and the move ignites the fire you know is lying in wait. Rick swears into the pillow beneath your head.
“Feel so good.” You croon. Rick begins thrusting, mouth latching onto your neck as he braces his arms on either side of the bed. You’re soft and warm and heavenly beneath him, your core molding around him with every thrust so tightly Rick quickly finds himself lost in you.
Despite the fact he can’t seem to keep his eyes open, his breath heavy and gone against your skin, you marvel at his stamina. You continue to whisper in his ear, extracting one desperate, helpless sound from the Colonel after the other. He’d last forever if you told him to. Come right then and there with a single word, if that’s the command you poured into his ear. Rick slips a forearm under your lower back and hikes you up as he keeps fucking you. As if drawing you closer could let him possess you even more- every inch of skin sliding against skin bringing him undone. You moan. You arch your back now, meeting his thrusts at a new angle that hits you til you’re crying out with every breath. “Yes- Just like that. Yes- yes- yes–”
You scramble to keep your hold on his shoulder. “Touch me,” You beg him, “Touch me, Rick, please?’ Rick nods frantically, reaching down between you. You cry out when his thumb meets your swollen clit. Quick, slick circles glide over you. Heat blooms across your cheeks. “Rick, Rick, oh please make me come.”
Rick obeys. His only reply is his breathless, blissed-filled panting. He’d do fucking anything for you in this moment. Follow any command. It’s just as he’s out in the field, in the dark, and your voice is the only thing that’s gonna save him. Your walls squeeze him tight as you come, your mouth right in his ear as you scream lightly, your arms clinging to him in ecstasy– everything he’s needed since he knew he needed you.
Rick comes before you’re even done, joining your breathless pleas with a combination of a shudder and a groan. He punches his hips, once, twice, as you come down, his spend filling you up with a delicious heat.
Rick nearly collapses onto you. Careful not to crush you at the last second with one arm, he props himself up over your prone body, his legs slotting with yours.
“Jesus Christ,” He pants. His face disappears into the crook of your neck again. You take a moment to catch your breath, your fingers pushing through Rick’s hair gently with a smile. Rick nuzzles your neck before placing a kiss on your jaw.
You capture his lips softly, the kiss a slow and tender thing. You relish the silence of the bedroom- how the only sounds are the ones you’re orchestrating with the man above you. Music in the ether you’ve been waiting to hear ever since you laid eyes on him. You stay like that until you’re drifting; you open your eyes when you didn’t know you closed them, and you know it’s time to sit up a little, move around a little. You crane your neck at the glowing red numbers on your nightstand clock. You can’t remember the last time you stayed up this late without Argus or Amanda goddamn Waller being the sole reason. The action stirs the resting man in your arms as well, and you’re sorry you’ve disturbed Rick from such a blissful slumber.
When he sits up, Rick seems to blink around the dark room, taking in his surroundings for the first time.
It’s an out of place feeling. Rick’s the man to find every entry point and exit in any given room. But here, with you, his attention was wholly enveloped. That’s what you did to him. You watch him curiously as he searches around the floor. When he finds his shirt by the nightstand and picks it up, you raise yourself up on an elbow and arch a brow at the soldier.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You inquire curiously.
Rick pauses with his shirt halfway on. It dangles around his neck loosely, and you laugh at how it’s clear Rick Flag does things a certain way- his muscle memory driving him to get dressed promptly. Efficiently. And with unnecessary haste.
But you’re not insulted. In fact, you’re a little amused. Because you’re confident when you hitch your leg around the back of his thigh that it’s all it will take to make him stay put. Rick is nearly two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle and you delight in the way every single one stills beneath your touch.
You know the uncertainty in his eyes isn’t a reflection on you. You know it from hours of texting. Of the careful, deliberate unguarding of Rick’s thoughts. He’d been hurt, like many people. Like you have, more than once or twice in your own life. You knew about his routine with lesser flings just as he knew about your aversion to the ominous idea of dating in the first place. It’s unfamiliar territory for you both. You level him with hooded eyes, inviting and patient.
“You’re not going anywhere, Rick Flag.”
“I– no?” He tries.
“We’ve finally both got a weekend off. I’m not done with you yet, Colonel.” You reach for the shirt bunched up around his neck and pull him forward. Rick crawls back over you, his small, pleased smirk returning. “That so?”
“That’s an order, actually.” You purr, tossing the shirt off his head.
Rick’s arms wrap around you tightly, the goosebumps along his tattooed biceps making his pleasure at the idea loud and clear. He lies back down with you, slotting himself beside you. His form dwarfs your body as your fingers find that sandy blonde hair you’ve come to adore. The tension eases. In his muscles, in his worries. For the first time in a while, Rick’s not worried about a damn thing.
The habitual thoughts of tomorrow, tomorrow disappear at your behest, replaced with the sound of your gentle breaths. Rick sighs against your jaw.
Can I get a Bo Burnham x Reader?? She's a ✨plus size✨ lady. And might feel a little self conscious. Because she overheard him talking (in a platonic way) about a skinnier woman. And she just assumes! She doesn't realize that he only has eyes for her because she's so caught up in her own insecurities. Thank you! ~👽
Perfection - Bo Burnham x Plus Sized Reader
Warnings: Language, Insecurity.
Theme: Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: requested by @allexthakatt. I really do hope this is okay! I love helping contribute to the Plus Sized Reader community! I hope I did you guys justice and made you get some extra love from the giant that is Boseph. Y'all, the ending is so rushed, so apologies.
Ever since Bo stumbled his way into your life, you had become unequivocally smitten with him. Of course, you tried your hardest to avoid doing just that, but you did, and you fell hard.
Since clearly he’d only ever see you as a friend, or let’s be real here. You were sure that you weren’t even his type.
You had always been insecure about your body and how it looked compared to others around you. Every girl around you seemed to have slimmer thighs, tinier waists, and just everything you didn’t.
Everyone, it seemed, was just skinnier than you. It nipped at your self-esteem as you often found yourself scrolling through social media.
Eyeing girls clad in tiny bikinis clinging around the arms of handsome men. The image of perfection in your eyes, everything you wanted to be.
Or at least that’s what you thought Bo would want. Why wouldn’t he? Bo was an attractive man. Surely enough, he’d find one of those girls and start something.
Except he never really seemed to date anyone, or at least not for as long as you have known him.
It puzzled you but nonetheless fueled the flame of your crush on him. Entertaining the idea that maybe just maybe, he’d take you out and fall in love with you.
You and Bo had always been close. If he ever needed a night to decompress from one of his shows, you were the first person he called.
Whether spending time over drinks in his apartment or just catching up on the latest movies that had just been released. You guys always remained a constant in each other’s lives.
He made you laugh effortlessly even when he wasn’t trying to. He made you feel secure in your friendship, but you wanted more.
You wanted to be the one he came home to, the one he wrapped his arms around. You wanted him to plant kisses on your forehead and slow dance with you in the kitchen.
You wanted him to see you in the way you know he’d see those Instagram girls. You wanted him to see you in the way you did him.
Except with countless years of friendship shared between the two of you and nothing to come out of it, you grew hopeless and tried to diminish anything you felt for the man. It didn’t always work that way, though.
You lingered on the little things he did when he’d brush up against you. Or when he’d slip past you, gently holding you steady. The way his eyes lingered onto yours every now and then, making your stomach do somersaults.
Or the way his voice would be soft when speaking to you, usually it would be deep and harsh to anyone else. But with you? It was vulnerable and light when he engaged in conversations with you.
It often took everything in you sometimes not to just snap and come clean. Yet you didn’t, not when the possibility of losing the man was hanging in the air.
So you’d just and fidget and just hold yourself steady, trying not to focus on how nice his hands would fit with yours.
Even now, as you had been out with your collective friend group at a local pub. Bo sitting alongside you comfortably on the bench the lot of you had chosen. You had worried he’d have no room in the booth, but those worries had subsided as he had casually leaned into you.
Everything he did with you seemed to be filled to the brim with contact, and it made you shiver.
The group was talking about some celebrity that was in a movie that had just come out. You had zoned out half into the conversation.
Only to draw your attention to Bo talking rather enthusiastically about the actress’s performance. The glimmer of interest in his eyes as he described the essential techniques she had used to really push forth the role.
You had never seen the man describe someone as animatedly as he did, and as selfish as it seemed, you felt your stomach drop.
The actress in question was stunning and much slimmer than you were, and she had plenty of guys fawning over her for her beauty. You wondered if Bo felt the same.
You let out a sigh that you didn’t know you were holding, and within an instant, Bo’s gaze shifted onto you. Concern etched upon his features as he nudged you gently.
“Hey, everything okay?” he murmured so only you could hear.
You meet his eyes that are fixed purely onto you, the way it makes you feel queasy at the attention.
You didn’t wanna lie to the man, the thought of lying to him was just not doable for you. Except, what were you gonna say to the man?
‘Hey yeah I’m not okay cause I don’t think you are ever gonna reciprocate my feelings, because I’m probably not your type.’
You grimaced at the thought, which didn’t go unnoticed by Bo, who only continued to grow even more concerned.
Realizing you hadn’t replied for quite some time, you simply nodded, brushing it off. Simply hoping Bo would move on and go back to talking with the group.
You nursed your drink quickly, feeling his burning stare never leaving you. The anxiety beginning to prickle at your skin, knowing you weren’t gonna get out of this.
Bo knew you very well, which was starting to feel like a blessing and a curse at this very moment. You silently cursed to yourself, motioning to the group if you could use the bathroom.
Each person sliding out, including Bo, as you quickly shuffled over to the restroom. Ignoring how the door clattered as you walked in to catch your breath. It was inevitable at this point.
The thought of destroying your friendship because you couldn’t keep your feelings in check. It made you groan out in frustration as you tried to imagine how the rest of your night was gonna go.
Yet you couldn’t stay in the restroom forever. Eyes planted firmly on the floor as you exited, thinking of excuses you could use to leave early.
That is until you came face to face with the man himself. He had clearly been waiting up for you.
Fuck. Here it comes.
“Listen you don’t have to tell me, if it’s personal. Trust me, I get it. I just know you Y/N, and I’m just worried about you.” Bo rambles.
“No I’m fine, it’s just-“you start cutting him off from continuing any further.
Bo quirking a brow as he watches you struggle to articulate your words. The way you had begun to anxiously mess with your hair and focus your attention on anything but him.
“Y/N, it’s me, Bo. You can tell me anything, you know that right? That’s what friends are for.” he reassures, only to hear you groan.
“God that’s all I’m ever gonna be to you right?” you cry out.
“What?” he practically whispers, startled by the sudden change in tone.
“I’m never gonna be what you want, I’m not gonna be who you want. I’m just gonna be your friend. Just a friend, and god, Bo, it fucking sucks sometimes.” you exclaim.
The tears already threatening to fall as you feel yourself shrink down at the man in front of you. His eyes widened in shock while he tries to comprehend the situation before him.
“Y/N, I-,” he starts before you intervene.
“Bo, you don’t have to say anything. I already know what you’re gonna say.” you interject.
“No you don’t- you really don’t. I didn’t know you felt the same.” Bo quickly said.
You meet his eyes that are still firmly planted on yours, just like always. Incredulously staring at him as if he had just told you that he had won the lottery.
He liked you? You.
What?
You swallowed hard, not finding the right words to possibly respond to the bombshell that he had just dropped on you.
“God, I thought it was obvious. It’s you, it’s always been you. The whole group teases me about it, mercilessly. I could’ve sworn you didn’t or I would’ve done something sooner. Yet you beat me to the chase Y/N.” he admits softly.
“But I’m-“you begin.
“You’re what? Beautiful? Stunning? Perfect? Take your pick they are all words that I would use to describe you.” he cuts you off.
A slight smirk upon his lips as you falter, a stray tear running down your cheek. He takes a step forward, sort of gesturing if it was okay for him to be this close.
You can only nod tearfully.
His hands gently cupping your cheeks, adoration aglow in his eyes. Gently wiping away your tears before leaning down and kissing you gently.
The kiss wasn’t desperate, nor was it rushed; it was slow and passionate. It was sweet, it was intimate, and it felt right.
“I- you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that. You are so beautiful, you know that right?” Bo’s words are light and poetic as he wraps you around his arms.
You can only hold on tighter to the man and soak in the shared moment. Melting into him and practically becoming silly putty as he presses a kiss on the top of your head.
“Th-thank you.” is all you can find yourself saying, still clearly in awe.
“Oh, anytime, honey. Now let’s go back before the group tortures us.” he smirks, leading you back to the table as he slips his hand into yours.
And there you remained, unable to wipe the smile from your lips.
The Bomb Expert | Sasuke Uchiha x chubby!Reader | 1/?
A/n: Reader summons rats to dismantle and place bombs. She and Sasuke were close friends up until he left for Orochimaru. One day, Sasuke comes back to ask her to join his team to kill Itachi. Sorry if Sasuke is a bit ooc in this. I suck at writing him so I'm trying to write him more so I can get it.
Tw: Female pronoun reader, animal death (old age)
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(Y/n) sniffled softly as she sat at the small grave. Her male rat, Gozaburo had died. Her parents were off on a mission when it happened and they wouldn't be back until she was going to start the chunin exams started, so here she was in the field burying the large rat. It wasn't the first time a rat had died of old age, it wasn't new but it was always heart breaking. The ninja rats were her family. It was sad, she hoped he would be there for her to help her through the exams but that didn't seem possible. She sniffled again, placing a flower down once he was buried and stood up.
Sasuke had originally came to this field to train and get away from Naruto and Sakura but instead he found a young slightly plump girl around his age looking quite sad. She looked familiar. Oh right, she was on team 8. He stared at her a moment thinking about leaving and finding somewhere else to go but then he saw the tears. He sighed internally before speaking.
"Are you okay...?" She looked up, shocked that anyone was there. She thought this area was going to be secluded but here was the famous last of the Uchihas watching her cry over a rat. He would probably think she was ridiculous. His whole clan was killed. "You'd think it was stupid... It's not a big deal... Really." Sasuke rolled his eyes. "What is it?" "One of my older ninja rats passed. That's all." "..." He didn't say anything. "I know it's not that big a deal." Sasuke sighed. "You cared about him. He was one of your partners."
"Yeah..."
"It's not that stupid."
"But--" he shook his head stopping her from mentioning his struggles. "How did he die?" "He was old for a rat." She said softly. "I see." He responds. "You want to come train with me?" He didn't know why he asked her that. Maybe because he understood her feelings, even if it was just a rat.
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Somehow Sasuke developed a friendship with the young kunochi. He was impressed by her, even if she wasn't the best in hand to hand, she was fantastic at tactile explosives. Hell, she was even amazing a dismantling complex bombs. He found himself often seeking her out when he was annoyed by Naruto or his many fan girls.
She was calm and didn't obsess over him. It was nice. He enjoyed visiting her place, watching her care for her partners was a peaceful environment.
When he was marked by Orochimaru and he was trying to decide what he was going to do she was the only one he would stay for.
Did he fall for her? That was ridiculous. He would miss her.
That's why he snuck into her window before he left. (Y/n) was shocked to see him there so late. "Sasuke?" "I'm going with him."
Her face scrunched, she was getting ready for bed and damn she looked cute looking at him like that.
"With Orochimaru... I need to get stronger. I need to kill Itachi." He said smoothly. "I just needed to see you before I left." Maybe he did fall for her but he couldn't. He wouldn't. Not until Itachi was dead.
She gave him a look. One that he knew everyone would give him. She was going to stop him. "If that's what you think is right." He looked up at her in surprise. He was sure she would tell him not to go. "Sasuke... This is your path to walk just know I will be here if you need me for anything."
He wanted to kiss her. But he didn't. He just left. That was the last time she would see him, at least for the next three years.
-- 3 years later
"How was he?" Sakura and Naruto had returned from their mission not long ago. Sakura and (Y/n) decided to have some time together. Sakura liked (Y/n) though something in her told her that Sasuke would pick her before he'd pick Sakura.
(Y/n) handed a grilled veggie to a small rat cuddling against her neck. She took a bit of her own food as she waited for her response. "He was... Different. Stronger." She sipped her tea sadly. "I see." Was the rat handlers response. In all honesty, Sasuke looked disappointed in her opinion when he saw her. He was definitely hoping she would come for him, at least that is what her inner Sakura was screaming.
"Next time... You should come with us." She said. "Maybe you could convince him to come back. He always liked you..." (Y/n) shook her head. "I think he'll come back when he's ready." Sakura looked at her in surprise. "What?"
"Sasuke is stubborn... Just like Naruto. They need to come to their own conclusions. It's why I didn't try to stop him." Sakura instantly froze.
"You had the opportunity to stop him?" She was hurt, the small rat hid quickly into her master's shirt knowing Sakura's rage. "Kind of. He wouldn't have stayed for me..."
"It kills me to say this, (Y/n) but... I think he would have."
-- Orochimaru's "death"
(Y/n) had not expected this.
Not ever. She was in a town in the land of fire that had a specific shop with her rats favorite treat. It's the only one a certain rat would take and she goes on a journey often to be sure she always had it at home. Some would say she spoils her ninja rats but she didn't mind... But she never expected to see him.
"(Y/n)." She froze when she heard his voice. It only changed slightly but she could find that voice anywhere. Her plush form turned quickly, Sasuke's heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. "Sasuke..." She grew into herself. Even if she was a bit on the fatter side, it suited her.
There where nights where he dreamed of her but he had no idea how beautiful she would be once he saw her again. She would be a distraction but her skills and intelligence would be useful.
"Wh--...? Did you...?"
"We can catch up later." He said coldly. "I have been waiting to see you here."
"What...?" She was shocked. "Why? Why didn't you just come to my house I haven't..." It was clear she was rambling, he simply shook his head to get her to stop. "I can't go back there... I just need to talk to you."
"Okay."
She purchased her items and walked out with him.
"I am putting together a team to take down Itachi."
"And...?"
"Your skills would work well for me."
"I see."
She adjusted the bag in her hand, without thinking Sasuke took it from her, as if he were some kind of lover of hers. What an idea...?
No. Not yet.
"So you want me to abandon the village for you."
"You don't hav--"
"Can I think about it?"
Sasuke looked her over, hiding any of his emotions on his face.
"Three days. Meet me at the Great Naruto Bridge. I am going to be there. If you don't show up by sunset I'll assume you won't do it."
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It was that last day. It was hard to choose. If she left maybe he would come back after he reached his goals? Maybe... Just maybe.
She couldn't tell anyone. She didn't want to risk becoming a spy and Sasuke finding out. It would only push him away. The sun was still high. If she left now she would just barely make it.
She looked at her rats and sighed. There was no choice. She had to help him if she ever wanted him to come back with her.
With shocking speed she grabbed her clothes and a bit of equipment, as well as food for her summons. Out the door she went to make it to the great Naruto Bridge, hoping not to draw attention.
She told the two keeping watch at the gate she was leaving for more rat treats due to an unfortunate accident. (Y/n) had a feeling she wasn't the best liar. Hopefully it wouldn't draw to much attention. That was one part of her journey that didn't need to be worried about for the moment.
Sasuke waited.
In fact sunset was already falling upon the bridge. "It's sunset." Suigetsu said boredly, he really wanted to get that sword. Sasuke looked at him with an annoyed expression. Suigetsu shrugged a bit.
Sasuke turned to leave but stopped when he heard his name. "Sasuke... Sorry I'm late."
"That's her?" The shark like male said in surprise. "She doesn't look that impressive."
Sasuke glared at him in annoyance. "Tsk." Somehow he was personally offended that he would say something like that about her.
"Let's just go. We still have more members to collect."
Request: Ps!reader x Sirius, she’s helping another student prep for potions but Sirius doesn’t like that his girl is talkin to another guy that isn’t him because Sirius is a jealous nugget lol (she doesn’t know that she’s his girl) the marauders spy on them, but get caught because the guy tries to hit on her and they’re all like whoa whoa that’s our friend’s girl!she gets confused, he confesses,fluff at the end?please & Thank you!
“Y/n could you help me with step 3?” Sirius asked you with a smile. You smiled at him and couldn’t resist but give into his charming smile.
“Of course. When am I not helping you.” You walked over to him and started to help him measure the ingredients.
“Hey y/n.” You raised your head to see who had just spoke to you. Before you could even recognize the face you recognized the green robes. “I was wondering maybe you could help with this potion. I’m dead awful at potions.”
“I-ugh-” you started but Sirius cut you off.
“Sorry Mclaggen, she’s helping me.”
“Doubt you need help Black. Plus you got Lupin.” McLaggen motioned to his tall friend who was sharing a scared look with Lily as they both saw Sirius fuming.
“It’s fine Sirius. I’ll be right back.” You said walking away with McLaggen
“Can’t believe he stole my girl away from me!” Sirius said as he began to cut his ingredients.
“Your girl?” Remus said. Sirius flicked his head.
“Yes my girl Moony.” Sirius said smirking.
“You agree with this James?” Lily said asking James.
“Of course! There’s no better girl for Sirius than y/n!” He shouted a little too loudly so y/n’s head snapped over to the dark haired pair. Sirius just casually winked at you. Sirius and James were quick to keep an eye on you and the slytherin boy.
“You guys look creepy.” Peter said as he watched Sirius and james stare at the pair.
“For once I agree with Wormtail!” Remus said raising his hand slightly.
“Look! Look he’s touching her!’’ Sirius said as McLaggen reached his hand on your knee.
“What?” James said snapping his head up.
“Look at her. He’s touching her thigh. He’s making a move!”
‘’We gotta stop this!” James announced dragging Remus up to the two of you with him “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! They do not allow inappropriate touching like that in this facility! Now do we Moony?” Remus rolled his eyes at James outburst.
“No we don’t.” Remus said less than amused to be in this situation.
“We don’t appreciate you hitting on our friend’s girl, pal.” James said to McLaggen.
“W-What?” You said confused.
“I didn’t know you were dating someone?” The boy next to you said.
“Neither did I?” You said looking over at a bashful looking Sirius standing behind James. You got up from your seat and walked over to Sirius.
“So is there any reason why Potter is referring to me as your girl?” You said casually stirring your potion.
“I don’t know what you’re referring to.” He said mesmerized by you.
“Mmm you don’t. I must have guessed the wrong marauder. Maybe it was Moony after all. I mean he’s so smart and tall and-” Sirius grabbed your wrist and pushed you into him.
“I mean I might have referred to you as that a couple of times.”
“A couple of times?” You questioned with your eyebrows raised.
“Yea I mean it’s quite catchy isn’t it.” He said giving you a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes.
“Yea if I was your girlfriend.” You sarcastically said.
“I mean it could be arranged.” You giggled lightly and he laughed looked down at you nervously.
“In the famous words of Lily Evans, I’d rather go on a date with the giant squid.”
“I mean if you wanted to go out with a giant squid you’d be going out with McLaggen.” You rolled your eyes.
“Is that so?”
“Yea, isn’t it obvious look at him.” You both turned to see McLaggen trying to cut a snakes eye. You both giggled as you turned you realized how close you were to the boy.
“You never answered my question.”
“I didn’t? Pretty sure I did love.” Sirius said smirking.
“Hmmm nope don’t recall an answer.”
“I mean I might like you a bit yea.” You furrowed your eyebrows and smirked at Sirius’ answer.
“Yea? A bit? I mean McLaggen said he liked me a lot and ugh that sounds more satisfying than a bit.”
“Well what I meant was I like you a million more times than McLaggen.” Sirius was quick to say.
“Is that so?”
“Yea. I mean I can prove it.” Sirius grabbed you by a waist and pulled your lips into his.
“W-wow way to prove it.” You whispered into his lips. He just laughed against them.
“Let me prove you even more.” He smirked. As you were about to lean into his kiss again he pulled back. “Hogsmaede this weekend!” He said calling out as he started to leave the classroom.
“Mr. Black class isn’t over yet!” You laughed to yourself. That day Sirius earned a detention but also a date with you.
Prompt: Loki wanted to explore Midgard after Odin set him free. He went to an art gallery and sees your ex messing with you , he steps and saves you
@plus-size-reader
@magnolia—flowersfiction
Word Count: 577
Warning: Drunk Ex , Alcohol Use , Gentlemen Loki , Fluff
Loki POV
I was glad Odin finally let me out of that wretched cell. I read the same books at least fifty times. Thor helped me get a place of my own near STARK Tower, so he can keep an eye on me. I wanted to thank him , but I would never admit that. I walked through the streets of Manhattan bored out of my mind. I saw a stranger handing out fliers , I decided to take one. I smiled and put the paper in my coat pocket. ‘ Hopefully this will be fun’, I thought heading to my apartment.
Your POV
Being an auctioneer’s niece has it’s perks. Fine wine , huge parties and eligible bachelors fighting over me. I like the attention … at times but it’s overbearing. “I just want a gentleman with simple taste is that too much to ask “,I whined. “Hush girl, that ship sailed a long time ago. I heard James was single”, Lacie replied curling my hair.She was my best friend since we were in diapers. Lacie graduated at the top of her class with a master’s in cosmetology .I rolled my eyes. “James is an attention seeking nutjob. He’ll sleep with anyone that’s worth a ton”, I answered earning a scoff in response. “Yn you need to get your head out of the clouds and settle down. The clock is ticking. ”, she said smirking. “Sometimes I wonder why I keep you around”, I replied grinning . “You are a goddess, and somebody has to keep the dirt bags away”, Lacie answered . She turned me around to I could see. “Thank you so much Lace. As always you’re the bomb”, I said hugging her . I was happy the way it turned out. “I know , I know . Go have fun”, Lacie replied as I left the room
Time Skip to the Gallery Third Person POV
Everyone was having a good time and admiring some of the art pieces . I was sipping on champagne when James came up to me . “My, my. You look marvelous tonight Yn”, he said giving her his signature smile. “Thank you James”, she replied not making eye contact. “This piece is wonderful. It really brings out your eyes”, James answered. Yn was getting annoyed .
Your POV
“It’s going to take more than flattery and a simple smile to get me to sleep with you”, I said. “I could treat you better than any person in this place. Just give me a chance love”, he replied grabbing my hand. I nearly dropped my wine glass. “James you’re drunk. Your breath reeks of alcohol ”, I answered trying to free from his grip. “Say yes and I’ll let you go”, he whispered . “ I think it’s time for you to go”, a man replied . The guy was tall, slender , had blue eyes ,black hair “Bud out jerk. This doesn’t concern you “, James answered not backing down.
The stranger looked at me and saw how uncomfortable I was. He sighed and grabbed James by his collar. Within seconds , James ran out of the gala screaming “STAY AWAY FROM THAT FREAK HE’S A MONSTER”. I sighed with relief. “Thanks for saving me from him, I’m Yn”,I said holding out my hand. He kissed it gently. “Loki . It’s no problem at all”, he replied smiling .
"You're staring again..." I stopped my carving, my pudgy hand slapping against my round orange pumpkin. Howl looked away sheepishly, rubbing his neck flustered at getting caught again.
"I'm sorry my heart...it's just I'm afraid you're going to get hurt." He stepped away from his own pumpkin, his lithe arms wrapping around my soft waist and hugging me from behind.
Putting the knife I was using to carve down, I looked at my pumpkin and grimanced. He might have a point. The pumpkin had jagged and crocked triangle eyes and a lopsided mouth, the cuts being harsh and rough instead of the precise cuts I wanted to do so I could get that traditional carved pumpkin look.
"You've never been good at cutting anything really (Y/N)." He laughed at his own words and pulled back, placing his hands on your soft hips.
I looked down at my hands, small cuts adorning them from how I was trying to carve my pumpkin. I tried to pull away from Howl, my soft, round face defeated, but he didn't let me pull away as he gripped my hips keeping me in place.
Hot breath hit my ear, his hands sliding up my plump sides. "You know I hate to see that beautiful face in a frown sweetheart, here..." Grabbing the knife and putting it in my hand, his own covered mine as he lifted it up to my messed up pumpkin. "Let me help you, okay?" He nibbled my ear gently making me shiver as he pulled back and focused on showing me how to fix my pumpkin.
My plump body was a bit stiff at first, but with a few playful words and nips from Howl, I relaxed and soon he placed my hand down as I let go of the knife. I smiled as I looked at my pumpkin. It looked exactly like how I imagined it.
Turning in Howl's hold I embraced him properly. "Thank you Howl...I guess I should really leave all things that need to be cut to you." I flush as he laughed and kissed my forehead.
"I think I enjoy helping you cut things like that, being close to you, teasing you, feeling you pressed against me..." His hands slid down my soft back and gripped my bottom making me blush.
"Pervert!" He just laughed and leaned down to capture my lips in a soft, chaste kiss. Breaking the kiss, he beamed down at me.
"How about we get this pumpkins lit and placed outside? Then, maybe some scary movies?" His hand landed protectively on my plump waist. "Sounds good." I smile as we grab our pumpkins and get the tea light candles and head to the porch.
AN: this is the first part to a series I will be writing! It will be at least 5 parts long but I may make it longer👍👍
Summary: Y/n has never really noticed Remus Lupin but all Remus thinks about is her. In mindset of getting the two together, Sirius hatches a plan to get them together, but will it work?
Tagging: @toniinhere
Masterlist for series
Part 2 Part 3
Sirius was being dragged by his arm by Remus, who he was forcing to go to the library with him.
“Moonnnnyyyy.” Sirius whined “I don’t understand why do I have to go to nerd central with you.” Remus rolled his eyes at his friend’s stupidity.
“Because I got stuck with you as my partner, and it’s not going to be like last time where I do all the work and you just write your name on the project.”
“Pfff Moony I didn’t do that.” Remus gave his long haired friend an eye roll “Fine but that was only one time.” Remus opened the door to the library and quickly walked in, hoping his usual seat wasn’t taken.
After the first couple minutes of being there Sirius had already sensed that Remus wasn’t paying much attention.
“Moony…….moonyyyy?” Sirius balled up one of his pieces of parchment paper and threw it at Remus. Remus jumped a little, surprised by the piece of paper hitting his face. He looked over at Remus and rolled his eyes. Remus turned his gaze back to what he was staring at.
The beautiful h/c girl. That’s who occupied his attention for right now and for the last two months. You were the only thing on his mind these days. He just-just couldn’t stop thinking about you.
As sixth year began you had become friends with Lily and Marlene so you started to sit next to them and the marauders at meals. You mostly stayed quiet during those times but the first minute Remus saw you, he was hooked.
“Moony!” Sirius yelled shortly. Remus blushed at how loudly Sirius yelled.
“What?” He gritted through his teeth.
“You’re staring……staring at that…at that chubby Gryffindor over there!” Remus turned to Sirius with an angered expression. “Hey isn’t that one of Lily’s friends?”
“Don’t call her that.” Remus said as he smacked the side of Sirius’s head.
“Dude I didn’t mean it in a mean way-“ he started to pat Remus’s back to calm him down.
“Whatever, it’s fine. Just don’t-don’t do it again-n.” Remus stuttered knowing that his friend was going to question him for his defense manner.
“So you like her?” Remus blushed.
“No-o.”
“No-o.” Sirius mocked Remus. “Do you want me to talk to her for you.” Sirius started to get up from his chair not even waiting for Remus to respond.
“No-would you….” Remus roughly pulled Sirius back down to his chair “sit down. Please. Pads she probably doesn’t even know who I am. Please don’t embarrass me, she’s-she’s already caught me staring at her five times today.”
“Five-five times today!? Bloody Moony if i didn’t know any better I’d say you’re in love!” Sirius exclaimed.
“No, no, no. I haven’t said one word to her and she probably thinks I’m creepy.”
“Well you are pretty creepy…..”
“And-and she’s so perfect and I’m just-just me.” Sirius’s smirk he had been wearing because started to grow.
“Awwww Remus has a crush!“ Sirius yelled loudly, resulting in people turning their heads towards him, including you.
“Will you shut it!” As Remus said that he made eye contact with you. Panicking not knowing what to do, he gave you a goofy looking smile, nervously laughed and waved his hand. You just smiled weakly at him and waved your hand back. Your attention then turned to your book but Remus’s focused fully on you, the same giddy smile on his face.
“I’ve already started thinking of a plan in my head! This is brilliant!” Sirius began to get up from his chair. This snapped Remus out of his gaze.
“No Sirius, please just leave her alone!” before Remus could reason with him he was half way to the door. Remus turned to you then back to Sirius and then to you.
“This is going to be a bloody disaster.” He then hiding his head in his hand, leaning on the table.
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“Alright Sirius are you sure this is going to work?” Lily said.
“Of course, everyday before bed Remus sits in front of the fireplace and you said that you could get y/n down there?”
“Yes.” Sirius decided that it would be the best for his plan if he got help from your friends.
“Let’s get Moony a girlfriend.”
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“Ugh I can’t sleep.” You said laying in your bed, eyes wide open. Lily and Marlene smirked at each other.
“Might I suggest going down to the common room and sitting by the fire. That’s always helps me get to sleep.” Marlene suggested.
“Yep! Maybe you could have a cup of hot chocolate too.” Lily said.
“You know what that’s a good idea.” Your feet hit the cold floor as you got up from your bed and walked to the door. As you opened the door and walked into the hallway the cold air hit you. You shivered a bit and wrapped the cardigan you were wearing around you tighter. You walked down the hallway and down the stairs.
As you emerged from the stairs, you saw the blazing fire. You walked closer to see a boy sitting on the couch. You recognized the boy as Remus Lupin.
Remus noticed someone’s gaze on him and he turned his head to see who it was. You both made eye contact and blushed.
“I-I-I’m sorry I didn’t realize-e you were there. I can leave if you want-t“
“Oh it’s fine. I’ll just head back up and leave you alone.” You stated and started to head for the staircase.
‘Come on Remus, ask her to sit with you. This might be the only chance you get to talk to her’ Remus thought as he stared into the fire.
“You could-“ Remus turned his head to face you but before he could you were already gone “stay if you like……” Remus mumbled with disappointment but soon he was filled with joy. He talked to you!
The moment after he mumbled that he moved himself to his dorm room. He quickly ran up the stairs to tell Sirius what happened.
“Sirius! I talked to her! I bloody talk to her!” Sirius smirked over at James.
“Talked to who Moony my boy?”
“Y/n!” He huffed and slid down onto his bed. “She’s so bloody beautiful.” He said as he stared up at the sealing daydreaming about you.
“Awwww.” James squeaked “Remus has a crush!” Remus grew red as a tomato.
“Holy shit I do…..what am I supposed to do?” He frantically looked at Sirius and James.
“Well….” James started “if it was me I’d just ask her out and if she says no just keep asking her again and again until she says yes.” Remus furrowed his eyebrows.
“No…no,no all you need to do his charm your way into her pants and-“
“No!” They all turned around to the voice who yelled “those are all terrible ideas! Moony you need to actually talk to her first like a real conversation then you have to do small sweet things like help her carry her books or ummm help her study.” Remus, Sirius and James stood there stunned.
“Since when did wormtail have such good dating advice?” James said walking up to him and ruffling his hair.
Remus smiled to himself thinking about helping you study getting to stare at you for hours. He thinks about how that helping you study could turn into something else. You becoming his girlfriend. Him getting to kiss you late into the night. Holding you early into the morning. He once again threw himself on his bed daydreaming about you.
