a lock yourself out drabble inspired by these tfln

“Baaaabyyyyy,” Harry whined.

“One second!” Paulie called out to her very impatient boyfriend.

“What’s taking you so long?” he whined again.

“I wanna make sure everything’s in place. Now shush.”

The other day, Harry had ordered three sets of lingerie for Paulie and as soon as the package had arrived he knew he had to see her wearing them sooner rather than later.

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Sneak peak at newly developing story based on @writing-prompt-s prompt: It’s 3am. Your partner gets out of bed to use the restroom, after they return to bed and you are drifting back to sleep, you are surprised by a knock at the bedroom door. It’s your partner … asking why the door is locked.  Vote at the end!

Alfred’s snoozing contentedly when he feels Ivan get up from the bed.  He stirs briefly, but allows himself to be hushed to sleep again as he hears the familiar footsteps head out into the hallway bathroom.  Ivan could drink vodka for ages and be totally unaffected, but the moment he hit the hay…well, there was a reason they’d been looking into apartments with an ensuite.  Passing out on the couch for easier access to the bathroom was just not fun with that much alcohol in your system.

He sighed when he heard near silent steps re-enter the bedroom and shut the door.  A familiar weight settles at his side, and a possessive arm was thrown across his waist, pinning him to the other man settling into the bed.  He hummed contentedly, sinking further into the depths of warmth and bliss.  He loved sleeping with Ivan (and in this case he meant just sleeping, though certainly, he was rather fond of the other alternative as well).

There was a knock on the bedroom door, what felt like hours later.  His brows furrowed as the sound repeated itself, pulling him from the long, deep sleep he’d been about to immerse himself into.

“Fredka?” a worried voice came from behind the door, and he felt something in him freeze.  “Fredka, why is the door locked?  Is everything alright?”


But Ivan was in bed with him, he though, brows furrowed sleepily.  The arm around his waist tightened, as if in agreement, and he felt his heart jerk.

“Fredka?” the knob rattled, and his heart raced.  “Alfred?  This isn’t funny, dorogoy.  When did you get up?  I didn’t hear you move.”

Because Alfred hadn’t.

He shot up, pushing himself upright, but the arm around his waist - and presumably, whomever the arm belonged to - held him still, and prevented him from turning to see just who’d managed to sneak into his bed.

“Bit of a worrier, isn’t he?” a voice murmured into his ear, and his breath hitched.  A hand slid up his leg and settled on his upper thigh, and he felt his face burn even as ice pulsed through his veins.  “Admittedly, it’s not without reason.  Don’t worry darling, I’m not going to hurt you.”

A hand clapped over his mouth before he registered that he’d opened it to scream.

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Αγάπη PT. 4 (Mitsuhide x Reader)

This story has gotten more response than I thought it would! I thought there were only a few super Mitsuhide fans, but I’m glad that I was wrong 😁 Slight NSFW! Nothing graphic. Just a small warning.

Also, shout out to @books-and-colours for guessing how Nobu knew correctly!

And of course, tagging @jemchew

“I apologize for Lord Nobunaga” Mitsuhide greeted when you came to his room that night. “I should have anticipated that he might have been hiding in one of those trees” He shook his head as he spoke, an incredulous laugh threatening to escape him. For once, he was not at his desk working. He lay on his bedding, dressed only in a sleeping robe, while you still wore a thin kimono.

He motioned for you to sit beside him, and when you did, without hesitation he laid his head leisurely in your lap and took one of your hands in his. He left a lingering kiss to it before moving it to his hair, shooting you a pleading smile. “If you wouldn’t mind doting on me for a bit… my darling” You eagerly complied, your heart soaring now that you no longer had to reserve your affections around him. His eyes drifted closed and you couldn’t help but notice that the peaceful smile that remained on his face made him seem much younger.

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Celebration for 100 Followers

Okay so

Last night I hit 100 followers! I know that it’s not as big as 1k or 10k, but this is something big to me, and I would like to do something to celebrate it!

Here are three things that I came up with that I can do.

1. I can make asthetics for whoever wants me to (send an ask off anon with favourite colors/things, you must be following me)

2. Poems? Anybody? I could write poems for you guys (send an ask off anon with type of poem and what you want me to include, for ex. sad, the color blue, and a certain ship)

3. Requests for art? I love to draw and I could draw you guys some stuff (send an ask off anon and I’ll draw it, nothing to complicated, it will be drawn in pencil, only ONE request per follower)

Which one should I do? 1, 2, or 3?

Let me know on or off anon!

If this flops I’m just gonna crawl into a hole and pretend this never happened