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rainyreading · 2 days

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Hey! I love your Theo fics and I was wondering if I could request a Theo x Hufflepuff, granddaughter of Newt Scamander reader? I think it could be cute!

Maybe he notices her one day minding her business, and one of his friends calls her weird for the same reasons Newt was called weird in school? Whatever you like! thank you!

Weird

Theo Nott x Hufflepuff!reader

wc: 950

a/n: Sorry this took so long! Hope it’s ok.

Requests open

Theo was in the library with his friends. He wasn’t doing any work of course because he was distracted talking with his friends. They were talking about the quidditch match that took place yesterday.

Theo quickly glanced around the library and his eyes landed on you. You were sitting there reading minding your own business. Theo thought you were pretty. He admired your beauty. He thought you were so cute and loved how you weren’t bothered by others.

Draco caught sight of Theo looking at you. He decided to speak up. “You know that’s Y/L/N, she’s weird. She talks to animals and what not. I’d stay away from her if I were you,” Draco warned.

“Maybe she’s just misunderstood,” Theo reasoned.

“Nah mate i’d listen to Draco, she’s a freak,” Blaise commented.

“You guys are mean,” Theo responded.

“Trust us, we would never steer you wrong,” Draco threw an arm around Theo.

“Ok ok I get it,” Theo put a stop to their conversation.

“We are just looking out for you,” Draco explained.

“Yeah yeah i know, let’s drop it please.” Theo grumbled.

Theo and his friends continued hanging out in the library for a little while longer. Theo however was busy thinking about you. He couldn’t get you off his mind. You intrigued him.

After Theo’s friends left he decided to go up and talk to you, despite what his friends told him. You were minding your own business, reading your book.

“Mind of I sit here?” Theo asked.

“Um sure go head,” you replied. You were shy and a little nervous but he seemed nice.

“You’re really pretty you know that,” Theo charmed.

You blushed at his words. You didn’t think anyone noticed you.

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“Theo,” he said with a smile.

“I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake, which he did.

“I’ve seen you around school, I’ve always wanted to say hi,” Theo began.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was always too nervous, and now I just thought hey, it’s worth a shot.”

“Well I’m glad you did,” you answered.

“Me too.”

“So what are you reading?” Theo asked.

“Oh this? I’m just reading about the care of magical creatures.”

“Interesting!”

“Really? Cause I find it fascinating.”

And maybe it was the way your eyes lit up or the smile on your face but Theo could have sworn he died and gone to heaven. You were simply stunning and so lively. He liked to look at you when there was a spark of joy in you.

“Forgive me if this is too forward, but would you like to have a picnic at the black lake with me tomorrow?” Theo requested.

“I’d love too!”

“Great!”

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Tomorrow came fast. Theo couldn’t wait he was so excited to see you again. He planned out the whole thing. He brought a ton of food and he even got you flowers.

When you arrived at the black lake Theo gave you the flowers.

“These are beautiful, thank you!”

The two of you sat down on the picnic blanket, and Theo started to serve the food. What Theo’s friends might think if they saw him here with you was in the back of his mind, but he tried to ignore it and enjoy this time with you.

“Anything for you.”

You smiled at him, feeling really good about going out with Theo. He seemed really nice and you were excited to get to know him.

After the both of you ate you decided to just enjoy each other’s presence and talk.

“So what do you do on days you don’t have class?” Theo asked.

“Well I like to read, sometimes I go on walks around the castle. Then there’s spending time with my cat. I also like to draw. What about you?” You answered.

“That’s interesting! I usually hang out with my friends. I’d love to see your drawings sometime!”

“Really? I’m not that good,” you shrugged.

“I bet you are,” Theo implied.

You smiled at him. “Maybe someday.”

“What do you read about?”

“Mostly animals.”

“You really like animals don’t you.”

“Well my grandfather is Newt Scamander.”

“Really? No way.” Theo was impressed.

“Yep.”

“That makes a lot of sense.”

“Hahaha.”

“Have you ever gone swimming in the black lake?” Theo asked.

“No I haven’t,” you replied.

“Do you want to swim with me?” Theo grinned.

“Are you crazy?!”

“Come on,” Theo said lifting his shirt over his head.

You laughed at him. You were a little shy but you quickly stripped down to your underwear, ripping it off like a bandaid.

Theo did his best to avert his eyes from your body. You were breathtaking and he just couldn’t help it.

“Last one in is a sweaty oaf.” Theo called out.

You squealed as you jumped into the lake. The water was cold and it felt refreshing. You swam over to Theo.

Theo watched as droplets of water fell from your lashes. Theo went and held your waist.

“Is this ok?” Theo asked.

You nodded.

One hand came and brushed your hair out of you face then rested on your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You replied.

Theo placed his lips on yours in a heated kiss. His mouth explored yours. Your lips were moving in sync. When the need for air became to strong you pulled away.

“You are a really good kisser,” Theo complemented.

You giggled, “Thank you.”

Theo was quickly falling in love, and he didn’t even know it yet. The last thing on his mind was what his friends would think. He couldn’t care less about their opinion because he found someone he enjoyed spending time with.

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anthyies · 10 months

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Imagine if Teen Titans (2003) did literally anything interesting with kon and clonehood… imagine if it did literally anything other than the tired good genes / evil genes plot… imagine if when bringing back match and making more kon clones it actually acknowledged that kon has much more nuanced thoughts on clones of himself than just “that is a pretender/petri dish/i’m okay with stabbing them with kryptonite”… imagine if it acknowledged that all of his friends are, in fact, friends with a clone and would also have more nuanced thoughts on clone personhood even evil clone personhood than calling them petri dishes…

#esha.txt #kon #dc #GIRL! IM ANNOYED! I FINISHED TT03 BTW #I just. like. well sb94 actually already did a multiple versions of kon plot that didn’t just end up being a bunch of clones being stabbed w #kryptonite… sb94 had kon confront match w/ get your own life!… sb94 had kon’s clone problems revolve around like. Made to be Superman instea #d of the stupid STUPID EVIL GENES PLOT <- mailing arsenic to Geoff johns #Also like . They brought match back but didn’t do anything interesting with him when he was interesting in sb94 aaghhghghfjh #also sorry they made Cassie say the evil clones made by sbprime at the end of tt03 ‘looked like conner but smelled like Petri dishes’#KON. IS ALSO A CLONE. CASSIE KNOWS THIS. LIKE. AAAGAGHHHH

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astralis-is-typing · 1 year

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Gossiping with skz

⚝fic type: head cannon (comedy/crack)

⚝word count: 1.4k

⚝A/N: I had so much fun writing this lmao, enjoy my unhinged assumptions ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ Thanks to @yonglixx for helping me find the gif.

｡Bang Chan*ﾟ

Knows all the tea before you even bring it up.

Homeboy knows everything about everyone somehow. I guess it’s because Chan has this really welcoming aura that just makes people deem him trustworthy. He won’t even pretend to be surprised by what you’re telling him, so you might feel a little put out… but he’ll more than make up for it by telling you what he knows! Your eyes are literally bulging out of your skull, your jaw hanging open by the time he’s done. It feels like you brought a snack and he pulled up with a whole five course meal. He’ll smirk at the expression on your face and tease you for thinking you could top his tea.

To put it simply, you cannot outdo the doer. Bro literally knows it all haha. Also, he’s very low-key about what he knows– so consider yourself lucky that he’s chosen you as his gossip buddy.

｡Lee Know*ﾟ

He'll pretend he’s uninterested and act like he’s ignoring you, only dropping the act to scold you that it’s bad manners to gossip. That is, until you mention something or someone that piques his interest. Now he has to know.

You’ll probably be teasing him like, ‘oh, I thought you didn’t want to know’, sticking your tongue out and walking away. If he needs to pin you down to the seat/couch HE WILL. As Han once said, “I can’t tease Lee Know-hyung, he’ll use force”. Will grant you one of his death stares if you try make him apologize before you finally spill for ignoring you. Literally will not let you leave till you finish the story.

Lee Know probably gets so smug when he’s the one bringing in the tea. Like his eyes glimmer and everything. I feel like he’d do that pose where he’s got his legs crossed and his hands on his lap; flashing you a cat-like grin and sitting so stoically upright while you’re borderline dangling out of your seat, just to hear what he’s saying because he won’t speak up.

｡Seo Changbin*ﾟ

Gossiping with Changbin would have to exclusively be done in private because he’ll be reacting so loudly! Gaping and pointing when you mention someone in his line of sight. And heaven forbid the tea in question walks past you guys… man will STARE.

Brace yourself because he’s the type to smack your shoulder exceptionally astonished.

I feel like both he and Lee Know would ask loads of questions. They love gossip but also would like to verify that it isn’t all just hot air, you know? Also, whenever the two of you were in the same room as the people you were gossiping about he’d keep looking over at you and grinning or pulling faces that make you struggle to hold in a laugh. You’d be scolding him and hitting him (playfully of course) afterwards, vowing to never share ANYTHING with him again. He’d whine, promising he won’t be as obvious with future topics of discussion (a promise that barely lasts 2 days).

Bonus: Changbin is the type to store screenshots from group chat arguments like court documents. He has pretty incriminating evidence on that android of his so better not test the guy.

｡⁠Hwang Hyunjin*ﾟ

The type of friend to have just as much beef as you do with whoever you guys are talking about by the time you’re through with the tea.

Very reactive and will definitely be adding things on. Stuff like, ‘It isn’t even in their place!’ if someone’s talking smack about you and what not. With him it’s like sparring or a tennis match. When you serve, he will serve back; it builds up like a jenga tower. Just best friend material if you catch my drift.

Honestly there’d be a lot of tone variation haha. At some points you’d be whispering conspiratorially, leaning close to each other and whispering even if you two are alone. At other points your exaggerated hand gestures will be running the conversation. Gossiping with Hyunjin would be such a rewarding experience to be honest. In addition, he’s got a really expressive face, so you’d be knowing his opinion on whatever you’re saying immediately. Would definitely be slapping a hand over his mouth, frowning in disgust… the whole package.

Hyunjin has previously mentioned that he doesn’t judge a book by its cover, preferring not to believe rumours about people, and this is true. Nevertheless, he’d indulge you (thoroughly) because he trusts your judgement and you aren’t one to think badly of a person without reasons.

Bonus: Snacks and actual tea (or in his case, iced americanos) are FOR SURE part of the conversation. Would be sipping dramatically with raised eyebrows when you mention someone he knows. Let’s out a dramatic ‘SAME!’ because he doesn’t like them either. “I thought I was the only one,” he’d say while clutching his chest before shaking his head and continuing to munch on whatever flour-based snack he’s brought that day.

｡Han Jisung*ﾟ

Cannot keep still while gossiping. Will keep standing up and will even pace/ walk around when something is particularly juicy. And with his weak ass legs he’d probably trip and end up just lying on the floor for a while… unbothered by it because the story is getting good. Yes, Han is a floor gossiper. (Insert Rose’s “everything I need is on the ground” meme.)

Han also is the type to get SO wrapped up in a tea time session that he won’t notice the time passing lmao. He’ll probably remember an even juicier story mid-story haha. “BY THE WAY! Did I ever tell you-?”/ “SPEAKING OF WHICH-!”.

Like, every new point you make reminds him of something else. The two of you are out here putting pieces of a puzzle together until you’ve found out who the neighbour is cheating on her husband with or something lol. Like it’s part gossip part detective work, you two actually deserve salaries for how good you are. If you guys are texting and you drop a bomb, be prepared (preferably with low phone volume) for an impromptu facetime with a SHAKEN Jisung. Also, if any of the other members know something about what you two are talking about he’ll be dragging them in. If it’s Seungmin, who’s very stingy with his tea, the two of you will be offering your kidneys for the information he most definitely can give you.

No snacks/ drinks here because he’s probably the type to spit out his water in shock haha.

｡Lee Felix*ﾟ

Bro gets astronomically shocked. Like his reactions when he’s gossiping, watching people roast each other or similar situations are just priceless.

At first he’s pretty tentative with it because he doesn’t gossip much, but he’ll come around. He’s more subtle than Changbin but will still be nudging you with his elbow or foot when the ‘issue’ is in the room with you.

An adlib gossiper- he even gasps on beat and all that. You’ll be all like, “Felix you won’t believe what they said-” and he’ll be like, “Gurl what did they say??!” (You know, in the best aussified alternative for this sentence, cannot imagine the term gurl/gworl coming out of Felix’s mouth lmao).

If someone’s watching you guys they’ll feel so excluded (how I felt when watching skz talker in the gif *sigh*… feeling intensifies when there are no subs). Also I feel like a prime location for a gossip session would be the car! Long journeys where there’s not much to see outside the window, and you turn to him like, “Did you hear about…”

｡Kim Seungmin*ﾟ

Now if you’ve ever watched 2kr (2 Kids Room) you KNOW this man has the inside scoop.

It’s an elite feeling to be gossiping with Seungmin because, as I’d mentioned before, he’s very choosy when it comes to who he shares his tea with. That stuff is scalding hot. Like between him and Chris, those two know all the jyp ent. secrets. Like bro probably has documents proving that Hyunjin and Yeji are related. Seungmin is INFORMED.

This is another member who’ll have actual tea with him, cradling the cup delicately with both palms and sipping slowly as he watches you lose your mind over the rim of the mug. Crosses his legs and acts so nonchalant while slapping you with the fattest, juiciest conspiracy/rumour you’ve ever heard. If you tell him something he actually doesn’t know, his composed aura will fade so fast- mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as you share your story.

｡Yang Jeongin*ﾟ

Jeongin will 100% end a gossip session saying, “But anyways, who are we to judge?”

Between Innie’s attitude and Grandma identity your boy is a prime candidate for a gossip buddy. He’s just THE ONE. His yt/vlives are literally titled ‘Maknae’s Private Life’- doesn’t that scream tea to you? Like if you’re gossiping in a group his input is for sure the most awaited. People will be leaving to go look for him if he isn’t already present.

Gossiping with Jeongin is all hushed tones and huddled conversations. Bro might even go as far as putting his phone on silent if the tea is hot enough. I feel like he’d unintentionally switch to his Busan accent when things start to get really juicy lmao.

Abruptly keeps quiet or changes the topic whenever someone passes by the two of you. If you aren’t used to this you’ll get so confused, looking at him like ‘???’ when he randomly starts telling you about the new shoes he bought.

Idk why, but to me I.N’s really good at insta stalking and he would be pulling up people’s pages if you didn’t seem to know who he’s talking about.

⚝A/N: How would you rank them MTL? I'd love to hear about it. P.s: in case you like them, the orange dividers originally by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

+Thank you for reading!♡ Here's a present for making it to the end😋:

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kairoot · 3 months

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. ﹙★﹚THE COLOR VIOLET. | 희승

PAIRING : heeseung x f.reader ➖ GENRE : angst, 80s au, high school au ➖ REQUESTED : no ➖ WARNINGS : lowercase intended, pet names, break-up, no happy ending, swearing, let me know if I missed anything! ➖ WC : 1.6K

SECTION SONG: the color violet by tory lanez

.˚ *꒰ঌ ✦ ໒꒱ * ˚. —

apologizing was hard, but accepting an apology you didn’t believe in also proved to be difficult. there were not enough fingers on your hands to count how many times heeseung had apologized for causing you trouble.

whether he wasn’t communicating or distancing himself randomly. but his biggest issue was keeping his promises.

that was definitely something he lacked in your relationship and it was getting old. he’d fill your head with all these fantasies, sweet talking you until it was time to actually act on what he’s saying.

you used to believe him, getting your hopes high when he would tell you things but disappointed when they wouldn’t come true. now, you wouldn’t even bat a lash at anything he was saying. cause in the end it would never happen.

you sat on the bleachers in the gym, watching everyone dance around with friends or their partner. your chin rested in your hand as you thought to yourself. staying at home with a cola in your hand and watching full house play on the television screen seemed like a much better idea. you wondered why you didn’t go with that choice rather than believing heeseung when he said he’d be joining you that night.

a few guys had gave you glances, showing that they were interested and some even came up to you, but you were in no mood to move around. and even though you planned to end things with heeseung, that didn’t mean your loyalty wouldn’t remain.

before you could let your eyes wander anywhere else, one of the large double doors of the gym flew open. your eyes widened as your boyfriend entered the building, hair and suit soaked from what you assumed was rain.

his eyes hurriedly scanned through the huge crowd of high schoolers, hoping to spot you somewhere on the dance floor.

your feet had began to move down the bleachers before you could even think about it. you scrambled to the drink section hoping that he didn’t catch sight of you.

a sudden feeling of anxiousness washed over you as you poured the red beverage into the matching cup. you gulped it down, trying to rid the dryness in your mouth.

a hand on the small of your back was the reason your drink almost came back up, the sound of your coughing was heard in the small area.

“woah, take it easy on the ‘punch’, maybe?”

there he stood in front of you now, showing off his intoxicating grin. you would’ve fell all the way into his arms if you didn’t have morals.

you avoided his gaze, staring down at the empty cup. you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him and say those words all at once.

“hey,” the tip of his finger came to lift your chin, doe eyes looking back into yours.

“you okay?”

you nodded, still looking up at him, feeling a bit vulnerable under his stare.

“c’mon.” he smiled again, starting to lead you toward the dance floor.

“no.” you pulled your hand away from his, remaining in your spot at the drink table.

heeseung looked at you once more, a concerned expression spreading over his features.

“what?”

“i can’t do this, heeseung.” you placed your cup to the side, finally bringing yourself to look at him.

“what.. what do you mean?”

he’d hoped you didn’t mean what he thought you meant but you did. everything that heeseung had put you through caused you anything but happiness.

“you know what i mean.” you sighed.

“baby, you don’t really mean it.” he gave you a half-hearted smile, his hand coming to caress the side of your face.

“as much as i’d hate to admit it, hee.. i do. i mean it.”

for a moment, there was only the sound of music blaring and people cheering around you. heeseung seemed like he couldn’t bring himself to say anything so you continued.

“to be honest with you, this relationship hasn’t brought me much happiness and i think that should change.” you removed his hand from your cheek as it came to rest at his side.

his body tensed up as your words seeped into his brain. this was the talk he knew that was coming but never wanted to hear.

“and i.. i just can’t continue like this, hee. not when you can’t even keep your promises.” you tried to be transparent with him but careful not to hurt him either.

“y/n, i’ll do better i-“

“will you, though? or is that just what you’ve told me the last couple of hundred times?” you tilted your head slightly.

“you know, i had to get a ride from jen and her boyfriend because you clearly forgot about tonight.” your hand came up, gesturing to his damp appearance.

he sighed, shaking his head, “look, baby, you know i didn’t mean to..”

“you never do, do you, hee?” you asked, rhetorically.

once again, he couldn’t answer to your words and could barely look you in the eye.

you took one more glance at him before walking off to another corner of the gym.

heeseung felt his eyes burning as he took the cup you were drinking from and took a sip from it.

after realizing he couldn’t stand being in the same place he had his heart broken in and with all the love songs playing, he took long strides toward the double doors he came in, now exiting through them.

the rain still came down like pellets on him as he struggled to find his dark tinted car.

he stumbled toward the door, unlocking it and sliding in the drivers seat. the engine started as the key entered the ignition and he pulled out of the school parking lot, already doing 90 in the rain.

heeseung wasn’t angry at you, per se. actually, he was quite frustrated with himself. he didn’t blame you for breaking up with him. it was his own fault that his heart got broken and that you couldn’t have the happiness that you deserved.

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milan’s note: LOL no joke this sucks ik.. i havent had the chance to write a longer fic in a while and this clearly shows but i wanted to try something new! first sentence prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting

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v3nusstardust · 5 months

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💋~New years gift~ - Lana del rey (Niki x reader) 💋

Pairing : BF!Niki Nishimura x reader fluff

Sypnosis : your boyfriend didn’t know what to get you for new years. He got you plenty of wonderful gifts for Christmas, but he also felt it was necessary to get you something for new years too. It was the day after Christmas. You and Niki had gone to your parents house for Christmas. Your family loved and adored him

Warning : fluffy af

You were cuddling in your room with him. You were afraid your “habitat” spooked him a little. Sure yeah, you visited your home many times but you hadn’t been home long enough to reorganize anything. Your room looked the same since your senior year in high school. The posters.. the funko pops.. the manga.. the random anime shit in your room. Niki didn’t seem to mind it. He found himself comfortable in your room actually, especially your fluffy bed. He loved how your room showed all the things you’ve ever liked.

You both cuddled on your bed. Niki was little spoon and you had your leg thrown over his waist. You tried to match your breaths with his and he thought it was the cutest thing ever. The room was quiet and your purple LED lights set a chill mood.

“Y/n. What should I get you for New years?” Niki asked. His voice was raspy and low. “huh? Why are you getting me something for new years?” you asked. Niki turned over to face you. His gorgeous eyes looked into yours. His nose scrunched and he gave you a warm smile. “Because I love you.” He giggled. His response made you laugh. He grabbed your hand from under the blankets and brought it to his lips. “You’re so wonderful. I’m such a lucky girl, but why are you getting me something for new years? Is this something you’re used to doing with your family?” You questioned. “No. I just.. I want to get you something.” He whispered. “But love, you got me a LOT for Christmas. I think your love is enough for me. Don’t waste your money on me.” You replied. “Princess I’m not wasting my money. I love getting you gifts. I love seeing your face light up and I adore you.”

His response made your face heat up. He was so perfect. “What are you going to get me?” You asked. Nicki gave you a confused look. “Y/n I’m not gonna tell you.” He laughed. His laugh was so cute. You loved his laugh, it was like a melody to your ears.

•FAST FORWARDDD TO NEW YEARS EVE•

You and Niki were in your living room with your family. Your Tias had been giving Niki all the family lore and tea. He actually seemed.. interested surprisingly. Your family introduced Niki to your new years traditions. You thought it was so amazing how they accepted him into your family so quickly. You loved it.

Finally, As the clock neared 12, you all stepped onto the backyard deck, where a spectacular burst of fireworks painted the night sky, marking the beginning of a new year filled with love and joy. You were mesmerized by the beautiful fireworks, but you looked up at Niki who had already been looking at you. “You’re so gorgeous. I love you beautiful. Happy new year.” He smiled. “Happy new year my love. I’m so excited to go into the new year with you.” You muttered. Niki gently cupped your face with his cold fingers and brought your lips to his. The kiss was cold and warm at the same time. As you pulled away, niki looked at you with eyes full of stars. You lowkey knew your whole family was watching y’all but it was fine.

After everyone left, Niki helped you and your parents clean up the house.

January 1st, 2024. 2:34 am.

You and Niki were cuddled up alone in the living room. The living room was dimly lit from the tv. “oh damn. I forgot to give you your new years gift.” Niki said as he got up from the couch. “Gift? You actually got it for me?” you asked confused. “Of course I did! Stay here it’s in the car I’ll be back.” Niki asserted.

When Niki got back, you were excited. You loved gifts and Niki always got you expensive ones. He came back with three gifts. A small one wrapped in green and red wrapping paper and the other two in pink and white. “You got me THREE?!” You murmured with excitement. “Yeah I did. Open them love.” He winked at you.

You grabbed the two pink and white ones first. With eager anticipation, you unwrapped the carefully adorned package, revealing the treasure within – two Lana Del Rey vinyls. One Born to Die and the other Ultraviolence Deluxe. A wide grin graced your face. Niki smiled at you. “Do you like it?” He asked. You hugged both vinyls tightly. “LIKE? I FUCKING love Lana del rey! How did you know? I never told you!” You exclaimed with excitement. “I saw the posters in your room.” He laughed. “ I didn’t see any vinyls so.. I bought you some. I hope you like both those albums” Overwhelmed with gratitude, you replied, "You're incredible! These vinyls are perfect. They are both my favorites from her! Thank you so much!" You carefully placed down the vinyls and kissed your boyfriend on the cheek. “Love open the next one.” He insisted.

You grabbed the green and red one next. It was kind of small, but you knew whatever it was you’d love it. Carefully unwrapping it, your eyes lit up - a new Red maybelline super stay Lipstick. “It’s beautiful! You remembered when I said I wanted to start wearing red lipstick?” You questioned. “Yes. I asked my sister which one you would like most and she said that one.” He responded.

“I also kind of.. wanted to make a tiktok with your new lipstick.” He smiled at you. “You wanna.. wear it?” You laughed. “No no. Kind of? Uhh.. you know the lipstick kisses trend?” He inquired. Though the lighting was dim, you could see him blushing . “Yes we can do that! Of course my love! You’re so adorable.” You said, placing a kiss to the tip of his nose. Your heart melted. The warmth of the moment lingered, and the thoughtful gift became a symbol of the attention and care he put into making your New Year’s Day special.

(I wrote this on my phone srry for the wildin ass mistakes if there are any bad ones. Niki got me so in love bruh😿 lmk if this was good or it was ass 🫦)

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yurinaa-world · 5 months

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Could I request a Knight Argenti x Fem Vash stampede reader who’s a wanted for 60 billion dollars? How would they meet and how Arenti falls inlove with them, also I love your stories!!!

Characters: Argenti x Female Reader

Synopsis: with reader that's like Vash

Warnings: Fluff, spelling mistakes,

Notes: OHHHH YEAHHHHH this is what this blog was made for!! my dearest VASHH (Thank you for liking my writing!!!)

𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾

Honestly, he was going after you (kind of like what happened with the pompom in his trailer), running for your life with your hood up, and trying to conceal your face with your glasses as extra protection! “have mercy!” You scream with an empty gun—not like you were going to shoot someone! But to scare him?) running into an alleyway to escape from him.

“You the humanoid monster I shall strike you down, starting with your head." Those were the words you heard when seconds later, in that alleyway, you just ran into his chest, looking up in dread. He was there!! And strike down?! You didn’t even do anything!! Dropping your gun and putting your hands up spread out in front “Please don’t! It's a misunderstanding!” Sweat is dripping down your forehead.

(10/10 for not being a good experience) He strikes your head but falls backward, the blade missing you for an inch, your hood falling backward, and glasses off your face. And now, blade to your neck. You're totally done with it!! But he doesn’t slash your neck! He goes down on his knee to get a better look at you.

(Love at first sight) just not saying anything, almost touching your face with his hands, but you run off before he could, leaving your gun there too. Doesn't it look like you get another one since the condition of your clothes says a lot (okay, rich man) stitches of colored cloth trying to match the color of your original jacket, scratched-up face, and such an old gun?

Still a beauty with all that, somehow a beauty without even trying.

He plans on finding you again. You peck his interest with just one "fight.” You could have shot him with the bullets in your pocket (that fell out when you ran away) but didn't, and you added that you stayed away from civilians that you could have brought into the chase but didn't. Why not? You had so many opportunities. You were known for being heartless, like some sort of mob boss who showed no mercy and played dirty whenever you had the chance.

You had been laying low, knowing that if you were to be found out again, you'd get hunted like the only wild (and only animal alive) cow on an island full of hungry people, but the people are more money hungry and looking for vengeance. The few bits of cash you have (a bit from people who didn’t know who you were and pitted you, and some from the ground).

At night, lying in a tree and looking at the low amount of money you have, you wouldn’t be able to eat, not even a doughnut! And your gun. It’s gone! You left it there with the crazy knight! It’s been a few days; you'll have to get a new one, or if a miracle happens, you could get your gun back!

A large bang hits the tree you're on, making the whole tree vibrate. You fall off the tree and hit your head first into the ground before flipping from your head to your back in pain and saying, "Apologies." Hearing those words, you look up to see him. ”I’m fine,” you laugh at getting up from the ground, batting off the dirt.

“Are you going to chase me again?” You look at him, nervous that he was here to finish the job. “No, I’d like to have something back to you," he says, handing you your gun and bullets. "Why?" You ask, looking at your gun, which looked better than it did before.

It was as if it were perfect, just like you and your beauty.

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moodymisty · 21 days

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I saw your asks are open and SPRINTED over lol

Thoughts on AlphariusOmegon with a gender neutral reader with some semi-public, possessive voice kink? The Legion feels very Voyeur loving tbh which also brings up the thought of blindfolds or threesomes and -continues to talk for ten minutes-

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: I snorted this request like crack thank you for sending

Relationships: AlphariusOmegon/GN!Reader

Warnings: The slight implication of lewdness, Voice kink, Does the implication of getting spit roasted by primarchs need a warning? Probably

You look around, taking a glance at Guilliman, at Sanguinus, before shifting slightly.

They don’t often meet in one place. Particularly more than two at a time. According to Alpharius, it often ends in little more than petty arguments and fuming tempers. When you put a bunch of men with egos and armies to protect in one room, all the sudden said room no matter how massive feels significantly tighter.

Some of them have brought others with them, but most are Astartes of their respective legions, commanders and captains; You feel a bit like the odd one out. Being the only one outside the military structure of the legions- and the only baseline human besides some high lords and members of the Militarium, and the serfs, doesn’t help.

“Nervous?”

You look up at him, eyes wide. It’s Omegon, you can tell. You don’t know how you can tell, but it’s something in him that can tell you the difference. The twins find it interesting, you suppose. They've tried to figure out what it is multiple times, and you assume it's so they can put a halt to it.

Omegon leans down closer to you to talk quietly, but not closer enough yet to be into your personal space. It's a bit difficult given the significant height difference.

“I feel a bit out of place. And lacking in usefulness.” Omegon laughs and shifts in his armor, the ceramite plates clicking against each other.

“If you’re worried about being useful, perhaps you can you speak dog to the Fenrisian?” You glance to Russ from across the massive hall and cough as Omegon cracks a smile; Though it fades as he then glances over to Guilliman and his accompanying Ultramarines.

The two of you stand close to one of the many balconies, just between being inside and out. Omegon ushers you just a bit more to the outside, under the stars, but still watches the primarchs inside. You notice his keen gaze is still on Guilliman, even after more than a few moments pass.

“What?” You ask, hands twisting each other as you watch his eyes glance between Guilliman and his captains.

“They’re talking about you.”

You hold in your surprise, lest you get reprimanded by Omegon for giving anything away. Omegon is either reading their lips or can hear them somehow through the various chatter, and you notice one of his captains glance at you for a moment. You avoid locking eyes with him, and back slightly more onto the balcony and out of sight.

“They’ve never seen you before. They’re suspicious,” Omegon trails off, before continuing. “They’ve agreed you’re too well kempt and demure to be a militarium commissar or commander.” You suppose they aren't wrong, but it still feels a bit stifling to know you're the current topic of conversation for another Primarch.

Stepping closer to you Omegon takes a hand and brushes the side of your cheek, before pulling your chin up slightly to look more upward at him. His touch is gentle even in his armor, and you notice his eyes have softened as he looks down at you.

“I’m sure he’ll be upset he didn’t get to see you dressed like this.”

He’s referring to Alpharius; And to the beautiful teal accented clothing you currently have on. It matches The Twins armor near perfectly, as designed.

As while Omegon is hear playing the front-facing Alpharius, the actual one is off with their legion, working with their legion to establish more pockets of control outside of the knowing of the other primarchs. The twins don't trust any of them, and they want to make sure they have footholds that any of them can't kick out from under the Alpha Legion. You don't entirely blame them for such a mindset, given recent squabblings between multiple of the legions as of late.

Omegon leans closer to you, but given his height he quickly realizes he won't be able to get as close as he wants without kneeling. So instead, he simply picks you up at the waist and sits you on the railing of the golden balcony, just out of view of the other primarchs. Your legs dangle, knees just pressing against Omegon's waist armor. Shortly after he treads well into your personal space, his hands on either side of your hips; One grasping you to make absolutely sure you can't fall.

You watch him lean inward, his eyes gentle and hooded as his breath brushes over your skin, and he kisses your cheekbone. His lips feel surprisingly cool and once he pulls away, you can feel the ghost of the feeling left behind.

“Once he returns, we can both have our way with you.” He feels the way you instantly tense under his hand.

“Omegon…”

You say, reprimanding him in surprise at his sudden change in attitude as your face blooms hotter. His brow furrows in displeasure at you saying his name despite him currently playing as Alpharius, but he doesn't scold you for it.

The various other primarchs are still chatting among themselves, speaking with either each other or militarium commanders and high lords. Meanwhile Omegon and you stay alone. He spoke to Horus shortly a bit ago, Lorgar a bit too, but not much more after that.

His hand moves to your lower back, feeling the way you shiver under the sensitive feeling of him pressing on it. He forces your to lean forward closer to him, back straighter.

“They can look at you all they want, but you’re ours.”

Your lower stomach feels tight, neck hot, as you can swear you feel their hands on your body. It's a ghost of a feeling, an imagining of previous experiences, but it still feels so real. You swear he knows it's happening, that you're mind is half lost in a memory, as Omegon smirks at you knowingly.

"You seem lost in thought, did I remind you of something?"

You wonder how he knows you so well, to catch you like that.

Before he has a chance to take things any further, to seduce you further with implication and the deep, smooth tone of his voice, heavy footsteps approach your private balcony.

"Alpharius?"

Lorgar raises his eyebrows slightly as he takes sight of you both, mostly of you sitting on the balcony railing. Omegon stands close to you, but he pulled back to maintain a somewhat respectable distance before Lorgar caught sight of anything he shouldn't have.

"Ahh, Lorgar," Omegon steps away from you further, and you dangle precariously close to the edge, but Omegon's hand still stays close. "Forgive the unfortunate seeming position, I just find it easier to have a conversation without bending over so harshly to look them in the eye." Lorgar smiles and laughs, waving his hand to usher away any doubt.

"Oh no worries, I understand." His smile stays, as he continues. "But may I borrow you from your companion for a moment? I have something I wish to give you in private." Omegon has no reason to refuse, but raises one hand for a moment.

"Yes, just give me a moment and I'll with meet you shortly. Then I can promise you my full attention." Lorgar nods and walks off, his hands behind his back. Omegon turns back to you, and his gauntlet cups your jaw once more with that same gentle touch.

"I will be back once I finish with him." His large armored thumb brushes across your lips and pulls your bottom lip slightly, barely exposing your waterline.

"And once I am, we will return to the Alpha, and we will have our way with you."

Omegon sees the way your eyes widen and pupils dilate, and smirks before assisting you in putting your feet back on the ground, and then leaving you alone on the balcony.

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uplatterme · 1 year

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a/n: im putting the warnings first this time because the writing style is a bit different. also, it really isn’t clear what actually happened to sohreh so this whole thing is just a fun interpretation is all.

cw: violence, murder, dark content (this is insane, like actually. please read with caution) | sub!zandik, zandik!dottore, gender-neutral terms and pronouns but reader has a cock, exhibitionism, semi-public sex

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Journal Entry No. XX (Recorded on: ??-??-??)

—Written By: (Dastur Sohreh)

These reports seemed to have been stained heavily with bodily fluids. Certain words are unreadable.

—The team consisted of renowned students of the Akademiya, including; Sohreh, Zandik, XXXX, and XXXX. This team was led by Sage Shanarma and Senior ▇▇.

Each one had brought something new to the plate, despite not getting along at first due to different views on the decisions that the team followed. Notably, from Zandik, whose suggestions seemed to be far too dangerous to even try, that was immediately shut down without even a second thought.

However, Senior ▇▇ always heard him out and always stood by his side whenever there were arguments. Rumors spread throughout the team about their supposed relationship.

Being scholars of the Akademiya meant that we should always rely on facts rather than meaningless accusations. Once I told them of this, the gossip was never brought up.

▇▇ was kind to everyone, even to me. They would always assist me whenever I had trouble walking because of the heat.

I had an ominous feeling that someone was glaring at me from behind whenever I was helped, but when I turned around, there was no one but the forest itself.

Perhaps, it was just my anxiety acting up from feeling as if I wasn’t contributing much to the group. ▇▇ reassured me I was doing just fine.

—I trusted ▇▇’s words about Zandik. I once found myself exploring the jungle with him and even though the start of our expedition proved that we had nothing in common, he opened up interesting topics to discuss, ranging from plants and animals to the current evolution models.

I found myself being taken aback by him, the way he spoke showed off his clearly high intellect. His appearance is also quite attractive. I sometimes matched my gaze with him intentionally and he would return it with a smile that made my heart flutter.

Unfortunately, I grew distant from Senior as I relied on this information to them. They said encouraging words about Zandik and I’s relationship but their eyes looked saddened, almost empty the longer I observed them.

They never approached me after that and the only time they would talk to me is if I approached them first.

Maybe it was true that there was a past relationship between Zandik and Senior ▇▇? If there was, it didn’t seem to matter to Zandik anymore as he agreed when I suggested that we should go on a picnic tonight.

The picnic was lovely but I couldn’t get the feeling off my back that someone was watching us together.

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The next writings are written with blood, the writing is shaky and incomprehensible as if it was written with pure desperation.

You let out an amused sigh, taking your pen out from the drawer under your stable.

“Such a shame, Sohreh. You didn’t even get to finish this note. Should I help you out?”

You tapped the pen on the table, wondering where to start.

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You commended your patience at the time. Seeing Zandik with someone else and not doing anything about it? You honestly couldn’t believe it.

It was obvious that he didn’t like the attention he was receiving. That’s what you told yourself, at least. You couldn’t figure out what it was that he was using Sohreh for.

Then again, he was never the one to just simply spit out answers without a price.

There wasn’t exactly a label between you two. So perhaps you shouldn’t even be jealous to begin with.

Oh, please.

The expedition was going far too smooth for your liking anyways.

The violent and loud mechanic noises rang in your ears. There were screams all coming from the team, wondering what it is that they should do.

Yet, out of all the horrified faces on each of them, one stood out.

A face of shock that soon turned into a gleeful one, excited for something new. Knowledge, that would soon quench his thirst at the moment.

He was truly an eccentric one.

You smiled as he took a step forward, and eventually, those slow steps hastened, running to the ruin guard instead of backing away.

The scholar beside you, however, still hadn’t reacted. Sohreh’s shaking. The poor thing was terrified, legs giving up and failing to notice the ruin guard eyeing her way.

You could pull her away in time if you wanted to. There was enough time to keep her out of harm’s way.

If only she listened to those rumors.

The ruin guard had attacked Sohreh, her body flopping to the floor. The sound of bones breaking stood out from the screaming and metallic noises.

You clap your hands together, gaining the attention of everyone.

“Zandik’s trying to fix the problem right now. Everyone, focus on your surroundings, don’t make unnecessary movements that’ll trigger more reactions.” You directed, ignoring the groaning of the woman below your knees.

Suffice to say, each one was horrified. There were minor injuries that the others had gotten but nothing severe. You could see how grateful they were that they didn’t end up like Sohreh, who was now laying on the ground, in dire need of medical treatment.

In the end, these scholars only valued themselves.

“Senior? What should we do?” One of them had asked, bearing a pathetic look on their face, avoiding the gruesome state of the body placed on a picnic blanket that somebody had found.

“We will return at once.”

Zandik stepped in front of you, not agreeing with that choice.

“Should we not bring this machine back to the Akademiya? I can guarantee that this can prove to be useful in different ways! It’s the first we’ve seen of this kind.” He enthusiastically said.

The others did not appeal to that thought.

It seemed that these scholars did not value the life that was slowly withering away next to them, choosing to argue instead of seeking the medical attention that Sohreh clearly needed.

“Are you insane? That thing cannot be brought back to the Akademiya! It will spur chaos with the sages!”

“And you have seen my prowess, have you not? I was the only one with the slightest clue on how to keep it dormant while you stood there like cowards!” Zandik angrily shouted back, biting his teeth together.

This silenced the arguing. He was right and everyone knew that. Without his help, who knew what else could have happened instead?

You sighed at the useless bickering. The priorities of these people were laughable.

“We’ll have to hear from the Sages, Zandik,” You reassured.

“Meanwhile, as Sohreh cannot travel. I’m requesting everyone to seek help from the Akademiya, a healer preferably, or anyone that you could reach out to as quickly as you can.”

“Well, aren’t you just as mischievous as before?” Zandik stated, no longer keeping his thoughts as everyone besides you two had left to get assistance.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Is that how you want to take this conversation?” He huffed, walking towards you—no, walking towards Sohreh.

He examined her body, guts almost slipping out of her torso, her right leg dislocated. Her blood seeped to the picinic blanket that they had used during their date.

It was honestly a miracle that she was still breathing at this point.

And almost as if she could hear your thoughts. Sohreh’s eyes opened, directly facing Zandik.

“Z-Zandik?” She mustered out, coughing and spitting out blood from her throat.

“It’s alright, I’ve taken care of the ruin guard.”

“Of course, you would have… You’re the only capable one here.” She joked.

You stayed quiet, listening in on the conversation. You doubted she even knew that you were here.

“Are you…going to help me out?” She asked and Zandik only answered with that picture-perfect smile that he always wore when he wanted something.

The man fixed her hair, moving them away from her eyes.

“Show me.” He said.

“Wha—?!”

Zandik’s right hand went for her throat, pressing deep. Her vocal cords getting too damaged for her to even scream.

She flailed her arms around, trying to escape the scholar’s grip. Sohreh was confused by the man’s new behavior. She was mouthing out several words that fell silent.

Her reactions were quite beautiful. Sohreh had always been expressive, putting everything on her sleeve. It would make sense that he wanted a better view when he finally ended this whole thing.

It was then that she decided that she couldn’t escape from this man alone. She needed someone, anyone to help her. Her eyes scouted the empty forest when she saw a familiar hair color.

“S-Senior!” She choked out, her voice hoarse and ruined.

“Zandik.” Once he heard his name being called out, he stopped.

He stared at you, those eyes that only focused on him. Oh, how grateful he was that you two were the only ones here.

Zandik dropped the woman without a care, her whole body trembling from barely escaping death. She was glad that you had intervened before it was too late.

“You shouldn’t use your dainty hands for something like this, Zandik.” You cooed and got up from your seat, approaching him.

You took his hands, bringing them to your lips, kissing them softly.

Sohreh couldn’t believe what was happening right in front of her eyes. Dainty? He had almost killed her and yet you were treating him as if he was porcelain?

“I missed this. Don’t you also?” You tilted your head as you asked him, Zandik blushing deep from your affection.

“Of course.”

“Why don’t you prove it?”

Sohreh watched in pure agony, she could barely move and even if she did, she wouldn’t get far. The pain was too much to bear to even try. Her wounds grinded against the rocky and dirty ground whenever she breathed too hard.

She could hear her organs slushing as if they were jelly. She didn’t know if it was because the whole thing made her senses more aware or if it was like that in reality.

The worse part was that you and Zandik didn’t pay any attention to her. As if you two were already set that she would die in her state, as if she was a dying cockroach that lay beneath your feet.

“You don’t know how insufferable it was holding myself back, Zandik.” You said, trailing kisses on his chest.

“To think you’d be so touchy with someone else. You really are a slut, aren’t you?” You spat out before biting his skin, your teeth going so deep that blood dripped down to his stomach.

God, Zandik could have finished right then and there.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to.” He apologized, face pouting as he said.

You chuckled at his expression. “You liar, I know you liked the attention.”

“I only like attention when it’s coming from you.” He refuted, snugging his head to your chest.

“Yeah? How could I be sure about that?”

He unbuttoned his pants, showing off everything to you. “Look at what you’ve done. Already so wet for you. I’m your slut, not anybody else’s.”

“Ah, Zandik. You know just the right words to say.” You laughed.

He grinded himself on your leg, rubbing his groin as he stared into your eyes. Lewd noises slipped out of his throat, missing how you took care of him. You pat his head and immediately, you received a whimper from Zandik.

You enjoyed the noises that Zandik made, huffs and breaths of your name as he pleasured himself with your body, begging for more.

Unfortunately, that was hindered by a scream from Sohreh whose throat you were sure would render her to never speak again. Not that it mattered, since there was no way she would be coming out of this forest alive.

You held onto Zandik’s thigh, stilling him in disappointment. “As much as I do love hearing you scream for mercy, I’m busy right now.”

She glared at you, obviously wanting to curse you out.

“However, you do remember that we’re not the only ones in this forest. I hear tigers have pretty good hearing. Ah, but you probably already knew that, being a student of Amurta and all.”

Once you reminded her, you could see fear strike in her eyes. To think she would be afraid of tigers more than you. How stupid really.

Zandik placed his ass on your lap, wanting your eyes on him.

“Need you.” He said.

“I’m sure you can do it by yourself now, no?” You answered, a flustered Zandik coughed, remembering the last time he tried to ride you.

Carefully and slowly, Zandik placed the tip of your cock near his entrance. He grit his teeth together, already feeling your warmth inside him when you’re still not all the way in.

An idea formed in your head.

“Love, can you face the other way?” You asked him.

Zandik couldn’t believe that you’d only tell him this right now when he’s almost done taking in your whole length.

Well, he could, being mean to him was your forte and he enjoyed every part of it.

He rolled his eyes back from taking you out, feeling empty.

Zandik’s back is now faced against you. You could see his hole open up as he inserted your cock inside of him.

“I’m feeling nice, Sohreh. So, I’ll give you a lesson on how to properly use Zandik.”

Zandik bounced against your thighs, moaning each time he slapped skin with you. “Haah~”

“I’ve rammed into him so many times and he’s still just as sensitive. Isn’t he great?”

Zandik whined in agreement, hearing you praise and show him off to someone else extremely turning him on.

Sohreh could only look in horror, seeing the man he admired of, moving like an animal in heat, desperate for his senior’s cock.

“See here, if you give him a slight spank.” You continued, slapping the side of his ass as gently as you were able to.

Zandik yelped, cum leaking out of his cock.

He faced down lower, gasping for air as he could feel another orgasm coming.

“P-Please–! Let me–ah!”! He pleaded your name asking for permission, which you were proud to give.

His entire body shuddered as he came, cum splattering everywhere, even to the half-dead person on the ground.

“You did so good, Zandik.”

“T-Thank you…!” He squeaked out.

Sohreh wanted to vomit, you two were insane. If the Akademiya had access to this information then—!

Her hands searched for the notepad in her pockets. With no other option, she used the blood leaking out excessively from her body.

“What are you doing?”

Sohreh tried to hide away the evidence but it was stolen quickly.

“You really are amazing. To think you’re still alive right now, even when I purposely let you get hit by that ruin guard.”

She stared in confusion. This whole thing…was your fault?

“Oh, don’t blame this on me. You were the one who went after Zandik. I’d say this makes us even, doesn’t it?”

Your hand reached for her neck, matching the bruises that Zandik had left earlier.

You squeezed hard, Sohreh losing the strength to even fight back.

Realizing that you had gone too far, you snapped out of your daze, quickly apologizing to Zandik.

“Sorry! Did you have business with her still?”

Zandik swallowed the lump in his throat, amazed at how your muscles flexed when you strangled the body.

He could feel himself getting hard again, everything you do really, sent a rushing thrill to his spine.

“C-Could you do that to me?”

You slammed yourself into Zandik’s walls, the scholar moaning in pleasure as his back laid down on the corpse which was now used as a cushion as he pleasantly received your thrusts.

The body turned into a mess as you continued pounding in him roughly and as quickly as you can, knowing that you two had only so much time before someone else got here.

“M-More! More!” Zandik begged, his head rolling back from the intense sensations.

“As you wish, love.”

#sub genshin impact #sub genshin #sub dottore #sub!dottore #dom reader #dom!reader #genshin impact smut #dottore x reader #plattered writings #il dottore x reader

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myveryownfanfiction · 7 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @fangsandroses, @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

prompt from @scealaiscoite

prompt: "i love you, i swear i do, but we're not wearing matching costumes."

Loki walked behind me in the Halloween store and raised an eyebrow at the array of costumes. Every costume I showed him, he made a face and started to walk away. Across the store, Thor and Tony walked around with the cart full of decorations. Wanda and vision were looking at costumes as well.

“Come on Loki. There has to be something here you like.” I whined as Loki started to browse through the themed decor. His shoulders sagged and Loki grabbed a throw blanket off the wall before showing it to me. I nodded and he magicked it across the room to the cart. “Loki!”

“You know I could make anything you wanted.” Loki said as he looked at me. Taking my hands, he smiled brightly at me. “And it would be ten times better than anything they have here.” Smiling at him, I pulled him back to the costumes.

“I know that. And I appreciate it. Really.” I said, showing him more costumes. “But that’s what makes it so fun. Crappy costumes and cheesy movies. Come on Loki.” Loki rolled his eyes and followed me around. I continued showing him costumes. Each one got a worse review from Loki and a sympathetic look from Wanda.

“darling, I love you. I swear I do. But we’re not wearing matching costumes.” Loki finally broke. I stared at him. “It’s tacky and boring. It’s the biggest joke of this whole so called holiday.” Frowning, I turned back to the costumes and browsed. I stopped showing Loki costumes and let him wander away. After a while, I found a costume I wanted and went to pay for it.

“I would have paid if you waited kid.” Tony said as I walked by, bag on my arm.

“It wasn’t that much Tony. It’s fine.” I said. I gave him a small smile, noticing Loki in the corner of my eye. “I’ll meet you all back at the tower.” Tony nodded and watched me walk out of the store. When the rest of the team showed up, Tony brought in the decor he bought for me.

“I saw a few things i knew you’d like. And I know. I know. I didn’t have to. But you looked depressed and I felt bad after Wanda told me what happened.” Tony said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He patted my thigh and tried to catch my eye. “If it makes you feel better, he hasn’t come back yet. We left him in the store since he was taking so long.” I laughed and Tony let me put my head on his shoulder.

“he seemed pretty interested in the decor. I don’t expect him back for a while.” I said. Tony nodded. “Thank you Tony.” He gave me a quick side hug.

“don’t tell anyone. They can’t know I’m this nice.” Tony said, standing up and winking at me. I smiled at him and nodded.

“of course.” I said, watching Tony leave. I started unpacking everything Tony bought me and putting it where I wanted. There was a knock on my door and I turned to se who it was. “Come in!” Loki walked in and I frowned. “Oh. Hello.” I went back to decorating while Loki walked in and sat down on my bed.

“I’m sorry.” Loki said. I paused and looked at him in my mirror. He sat quietly as I continued.

“For what?” I finally asked when he hadn’t continued for a while. Loki sighed and walked towards me.

“for everything. Calling the holiday tacky and boring.” He said. “I shouldn’t have said that. And I shouldn’t have shut down your costume ideas.” I stared at him. He smiled at me and motioned to the bag on my bed. “I made Wanda tell me what costume you bought. And I went looking for the one that goes with it…” I turned and went to dig through the bag.

“why would you…” I asked. Loki kissed my cheek.

“I also bought you some more decor.” Loki looked around the room. “Although it looks like stark may have beat me to some of it. Sorry there are duplicates.” I turned to hug Loki.

“I don’t care.” I said softly, holding him tight. “Thank you loki.” He smiled into my hair and sighed.

“you don’t know how relieved I am to hear that.” He whispered. “I love you. So much. And I don’t want to lose you.”

“you wouldn’t lose me over this Loki. It is just a disagreement.” I assured him, pulling back to cup his cheek. “I love you too.” Loki smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

#Loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki x reader #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #Loki imagine

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mixelation · 10 months

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reborn au!!! how team disaster meets. sort of. comes in 3 parts. uh read the warning

this takes place after tori has fled oto (which imploded. maybe because of certain Actions. history repeats, etc), and after she's been traveling around with Deidara for a bit.

the warning: an adult man gets weirdly and uncomfortably fixated on tori in a way that's implied to be sexual and also intentionally humiliating for her. nothing comes of it but the dude's own demise

xXx

Tori woke up with her cheek pressed to a cold cement floor. The air was musty and smelled of human bodily fluids. She cracked an eyelid: the lighting was dim, but she was very clearly in a cell. Her face was a foot from the bars.

Hello darkness, my old friend, she thought, because she’d thought she was done with waking up in strange cells.

The dim light was coming from outside the cell, in a corridor. There was another cell across the way, and Tori could see a shadowy pile of rags inside. Another prisoner.

When nothing happened for a few minutes, Tori sat up. The movement made her head ache, and her mouth was dry, but otherwise she felt mostly unharmed. Except something seemed… off. Really off.

Someone had changed her clothes, to a baggy shirt that smelled of sweat and a pair of matching shorts. Tori stuck her hand up the back of the shirt, fingers tracing her skin for evidence of the intrusive thing she could feel modulating her chakra.

“They’ve sealed it,” a voice from further in the cell said.

Hatake Kakashi was leaning against the back wall, his legs spread out in front of him. What the fuck.

(In the corner opposite of him was a bucket. Tori didn’t want to think about the bucket until she absolutely had to.)

Kakashi was wearing the same gross prison uniform, although he’d ripped off a strip of cloth from the bottom of his shirt to use as a makeshift mask over his nose and mouth. It would almost be cute, except nothing about the current circumstances were cute or amusing at all. He looked significantly worse for wear: his face was haggard and his posture screamed exhaustion.

“Where are we?” Tori asked.

“What village are you affiliated with?” Kakashi replied. His voice was wary.

“None,” Tori replied. “Where are we?”

There was a long pause before Kakashi answered. “Hidden Grass.”

Interesting, Tori thought. Except not interesting at all! What the hell did Kusa want with her and Deidara?

“Did you see a blonde boy, when they brought me in?” Tori asked. “Blue eyes, about my age?” She paused and added, “Short?”

Kakashi simply stared back at her.

“Please?” she tried. “He’s my friend.”

Kakashi rolled his head slightly to the side. He seemed… out of it.

“They brought you in alone,” he told her.

Kakashi was less than talkative, so Tori leaned against her own stretch of wall and contemplated what to do.

She wasn’t particularly bothered by the seal on her back. She guessed it would prevent her doing any jutsu, but she was still strong enough to stand up and walk around. That meant she still had some chakra running through her body. In a pinch, she could just use blood for a seal. Ninjutsu had never been what made her dangerous, anyway.

She was worried about Deidara. He was perfectly capable of an array of ninja skills that didn’t involve chakra, and he was clever on top of that, but the comments of their captor had been… well, she got the impression they’d be paying more attention to him than to her. She was sure he could handle himself, but the thought that he might be tortured or otherwise hurt made her antsy to do something.

She took a deep breath. Calm down, she commanded herself. She needed information before she could do anything. Like, where was Deidara? Where was she, exactly, in relation to him?

Many hours passed, and four times the same guard shuffled down the corridor, shining a flashlight into cells as they went. None of the other prisoners said a word, so Tori kept her mouth shut and listened to the guard’s footsteps. They always stopped at the end of the hall, followed by scuffing noises. A room, maybe, with a chair?

She heard conversation at the end of the hall once, muffled but with a friendly cadence. More scuffing of furniture being moved. Then a female guard did the next rounds.

There were no windows, so Tori had no idea how much time had passed.

“How often do they feed us?” Tori wondered out loud.

Kakashi lulled his head towards her. “They haven’t fed anyone in six days,” he provided.

Well, that explained a lot.

“They might have put you in here because they’re running out of space,” Kakashi continued. “But part of me wonders if they just want to see if I’ll eat you.”

Tori laughed. The sound echoed in the cell.

“It’s not really funny,” Kakashi replied dryly.

“Don’t eat me; I taste bad,” she said. Then, because Kakashi was being chatty, she asked, “Can I look at the seal they put on you?”

Kakashi just blinked slowly at her. No answer. Okay.

With the state he was in, Tori thought she could probably wrestle him to the floor and then look. But she didn’t really like the idea of physically holding someone down and rolling up their shirt, and also: Hatake Kakashi could be an important tool for escaping. After all, who knows what kinds of ninja she would run into when she freed herself and went to look for Deidara. She’d have to figure out where to look, then get around any obstacles, and then have a distraction if she needed to set up any fuinjutsu along the way. Having Kakashi on her side would be very useful, even half-starved.

Teaming up with an unknown ninja always carried the risk of them bailing the second working with you was more hassle than it was worth. Tori didn’t fear that with Kakashi. But, if she did convince him to help her, he’d need his chakra.

If Kakashi wouldn’t show her his seal, she’d have to figure out a way to visualize hers. Although she found it boring, Tori wasn’t complete shit at meditation. She crossed her legs, closed her eyes, and focused on how her chakra interacted with the seal.

The good news was that the seal’s entire purpose was to suck up her chakra and then only let out what her body needed to maintain itself. That meant that, if she concentrated hard enough, she should be able to figure out the exact way that chakra moved through the seal. This would give her no information on what the seal looked like, but she could make an educated guess at reverse-engineering it.

The female guard did another round. Tori imagined a single particle of chakra– which wasn’t really what chakra was made of, but helped her visualize it– and then imagined tracking it through her body. It was born in her stomach, then went up to her heart normally, and then the seal sucked it up before it could go anywhere else. It went through a weird spiral through there and she lost track.

What did the spiral look like? She started again.

The female guard made four more rounds. Tori’s stomach started to growl.

Another guard came, this time banging on the cell bars and tossing water bottles at the prisoners. Tori opened her eyes and stared blearily into the hallway. It sounded like there was another double occupancy cell down the way. Why the hell did they have so many prisoners?

And why wasn’t Deidara one of them?

The new guard was a big man who came right up to the bars to leer into their cell.

“I heard we had a new girl,” he said, teeth flashing at Tori. “Here, take your water ration.”

He poked the bottle through the bars so that Tori would have to get up and approach him to take it. He grinned down at her, lording this power over her. Across the cell, Kakashi shifted slightly.

Tori did not want to take the water. But if they weren’t even feeding them, it would be stupid of her to refuse. She stood and took the three paces to get to the front of the cell.

The guard didn’t move away when she took the bottle. It was thick, hard plastic; probably reusable.

“Take a sip,” the guard prompted.

Tori stared down at the water. She’d been well-hydrated when she got in here. Should she just let Kakashi have the whole thing?

“Take a sip,” the guard insisted.

Tori didn’t want to, but as she raised her eyes to meet the guard’s, she felt as though she suddenly understood him. This man would be the source of her information, no need to break out and snoop around at all.

“Um,” Tori said, fiddling with the bottle. “The other shinobi…”

“I’ll give you two more bottles,” the guard offered. “If you drink the whole thing right now.”

Weirdo, Tori thought as she complied. She wouldn’t feel hungry for a bit, at least. The guard watched her intently the entire time, his gaze making her skin crawl.

The guard did follow through on giving her two more bottles, pressing his face through the bars as he did.

“Have you had to use the bucket yet?” he jeered.

Gross, Tori thought, and willed herself to tear up even as she accepted the bottles.

“You will soon,” the guard promised.

“I don’t want to,” Tori sniffled. “I didn’t– I didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I just want to see my friend.”

“You friend?” the guard replied, eyes fixed on how Tori rubbed her nose. “You’re not seeing your friend ever again.”

“He’s strong.” Tori hiccupped. “He’ll break out and come save me.”

The guard’s grin grew even wider. And just like that, Tori had the guard taunting her with all the horrors that were going to befall Deidara and then her, because he got off on humiliating preteen girls or whatever.

Tori couldn’t be sure of all the details between the dramatic showmanship and threats, but what she understood was this: Kusa was rounding up spill-over from Oto’s demise. They’d been particularly interested in shinobi that had experimental body modifications and jutsu from Orochimaru, of which they had incorrectly identified Deidara as one. They were studying the modifications and keeping other captives to then try out their own attempts to replicate the modifications.

She even got info on where the experiments were happening: in a temporary lab set up outside of Kusa. Tori supposed that including information about high security labs and the tools inside was supposed to be… scary, or something. She pretended to sob and sob and then when she was getting bored with repeated jeers, begged him to stop.

He left her crouched in the corner with both bottles of water and promised he’d be back when she needed to use the bucket.

She performatively let out a few more sobs after he’d left, listening intentionally as he jeered at and berated other prisoners with renewed vigor. What a disgusting man. She should make sure he died during her escape attempt, whatever that may be.

When she could hear him in the guards’ room, Tori finally dropped her act. She stood and stretched, then caught Kakashi’s eye.

He raised his eyebrows at her, questioning.

Tori took a step toward him, and he crossed his legs and straightened up but didn’t flinch. Tori set both full bottles of water next to him and sat down at his side.

“Nice work,” he said, his voice low. “But what do you plan to do with any of that? If you can’t get out, you’re just going to have a weird pervert watching you now.”

He said the last part with a wince in his voice, like any decent human. Or maybe he just didn’t want to have to see it, trapped in here with her.

“I have some tricks up my sleeve,” Tori told him, uncapping one of the water bottles. “And I’m sure you do too, Hatake Kakashi.”

#reborn au #my writing

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wutheringcaterpillar · 4 months

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Remember That Night? Chapter 3/4

Summary: It had been weeks since Aaron left, the only way you kept in touch was through e-mails, until he decided to call. What happens when the note is found and sent to Aaron without your knowledge?

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The world was quiet while the breeze moved along the shore, pushing the sand through the atmosphere before the water pulled it back into the sea.

The days had past in a blur, and the only thing getting you through it were the emails that you and Aaron had sent to each other once or twice a week. It had been three months and the weather was beginning to cool down. Everything in you wished you could pull him back in, you wanted to ask him to come back but you didn’t. You wanted to tell him that within a few weeks of him leaving your boyfriend had found the emails on your phone and left you because he knew that you’d never be able to love him like the way you loved Aaron.

He was really gone, states away, and the thought of him meeting another woman killed you inside. You were in mid fall, and you felt as if you didn’t know anything without him there. He was the only missing piece in your life.

In one of the email’s he had mentioned how much Jack brought you up and how much he missed you. Apparently he wasn’t doing very well with the transition. He was just a child just starting to make friends at his new school. The many days and nights you had spent with Aaron must have left an imprint on him. The thought of whether or not he met Beth and asked about her made it’s way through your mind but it was just the insecurity eating you inside.

The sky was beginning to become darker as the evening was arriving. As much as it saddened you to go home to an empty apartment, it was relieving to not have to put on a happy face and act like you were in love with someone who truly, just kept you company. Sure he was attractive but his personality hadn’t matched yours one bit and he constantly kept getting irritated by the fact you were never home and working cases, he didn’t understand.

Standing up your brushed the remnant of pebbles and sand off your legs and went to drive back home. You’d waste your time sitting and waiting for Aaron for an eternity. No other man peaked your interest in the slightest.

Walking in the door you realized Emily must have been there. There was food freshly cooked and a note saying she’d be back later. She knew you were struggling and she had been staying with you a few nights a week to be sure you were coping well. It was nice to be able to vent to someone and just to have some sort of life in your apartment.

Kicking off your shoes you walked over to your laptop to check your emails, there wasn’t anything important, meaning nothing from Aaron. You sighed to yourself and debated on calling him but you didn’t. Why did he have to leave? Why didn’t you tell him how you felt still? Even if Dave hadn’t of knocked on the door that day, you weren’t sure if you’d even able to form the right words to him. But everything happens for a reason.

The next few hours you spent reading books, watching television, anything to get your mind off of him. You ended up video-chatting with Spencer, who also asked how you were doing. He was like your little brother on the team and he was more than upset about how Aaron left you. You had told Spencer everything after Aaron left because you knew he would keep your secret, he kept all of them. But was it really a secret anymore? People noticed the change in you after he was gone, hell they had noticed the change in Aaron when he heard you were dating again after he had left Beth.

Your phone buzzing pulled you out of your book. It was Aaron. When you said “Hello” Emily walked in the door with case files in her hand. “Hey I was wondering if you had time to talk?”

“Yeah I have time to talk.” You mouthed to Emily it was Aaron and she nodded, excusing herself to another room giving you privacy. “I’m sorry I haven’t responded to your emails work has had me swamped but I just got home, and Jack is asleep.” The sound of his voice was like music to your ears, it was calm, gentle, and just brought you some sort of unexplainable warmth in your heart. “How’s he adjusting?”

“He’s been having some problems, making friends and getting used to it just being the two of us but other than that he’s well. I appreciate you asking.”

“Well of course. I’m happy he is adjusting.” You should have been ecstatic that he was adjusting, but the selfishness in you wished that you could be there. Watching Jack while Aaron’s away, cooking dinner for them, cleaning up after them. But there was something eating away at you and it was like Aaron was reading you from states away when he brought it up. “So how’s it going with your boyfriend and work?”

“Um-“ You didn’t know but Emily was listening on the other side of the wall, crossing her fingers that you would say the truth. “We broke up quite a bit ago, actually.” There was silence on the line and you could just imagine the stunned look on his face. You couldn’t help wonder whether or not he was thinking about you endlessly the way you were about him every single day. A little leap of faith jumped in Aaron’s heart. “Do you mind me asking what happened? You don’t have to if you don’t-“

“No, no. I- I need to tell you the truth.” Aaron leaned back in his couch crossing his leg over the other in patience, ready to listen. “The reason I wasn’t there on your last day was because I knew-“ The tears began to flow but you were trying your best to keep your voice steady. Trying everything in you not to get choked up. “Aaron I knew that if I saw you I would just break down because I still love you. I tried to move on and I couldn’t. I was going to put in my two weeks in hope that we could work things out and- and then I heard you put yours in and moving to a whole different state. I wanted to work things out with you.” Emily clutched her first together, so proud of you, now the only thing she was hoping you would bring up was the note that you had left Aaron in the letter and if he read it.

It was quiet for a moment, you wanted Aaron to say something, anything to ease the pain in your heart and mind. He was eyeing your letter that was laid on the coffee table, he would read it every morning and every night, and frankly it eased him, and was the way he relaxed himself from the tension of the cases.

The words you spoke to him shattered him inside, he wanted to be there with you. Why couldn’t things be simple? Why did he leave?

“I’m not gonna lie to you. I read your letter every night, and just want to hit myself every night for leaving. The reason I haven’t come back is because I thought you were getting over me and I wanted you to be happy even if it meant not with me. Y/N, I still love you too and I wish things turned out differently.”

“They still can. If you just come home. Please come home.” Hearing you cry, broke him inside. He is causing you pain, and that’s the last thing he ever wanted to do. Should he come back? Inside he knew you were worth him coming back and you were the main reason he had wanted to. Still does want to. He shifted positions once more in settling his head in his free hand as he stared at the letter. “I will think about it, just know any time I receive an e-mail from you or a text or anything, my heart skips a beat. I should have treated you better and I still think you deserve better than me. That’s why I think.... I think I’m going to sit on the decision. I’ll be in touch just know I love you and I miss you, so does Jack of course.” That caused a smile to come across your face.

As much as you wished he had a straight answer right then and there, you knew it was best for him to sit and think this through and you’d be here waiting. No matter how long it took. You still found it odd he hadn’t brought up the note, yet he was still emailing you and calling you as if he hadn’t seen it. Bidding him goodbye, you talked with Emily for a bit before putting yourself to bed. You needed a good nights sleep for once and to relax and just wait it out.

The next morning you woke up well rested and headed into work. There weren’t any notifications from Aaron so he still must be thinking about it.

When you arrived to work you found yourself wandering into Aaron’s office. Well not really Aaron’s anymore but it had yet to be filled.

The empty walls surrounded you. You felt the loss now more than ever. Everything was spick and span except for the trash can that hadn’t been emptied. Walking over slowly, your envelope layed a top of it.

Picking it up you felt a small bump in the bottom corner. That’s when you came to the realization, he hadn’t taken the note. Had he seen it and ignored it?

Looking up through the blinds you saw Emily and Spencer standing together looking at papers. You had to rush out of that room and tell them and that’s exactly what you did. “Emily! Spence! They looked up from the papers at the urgency of your tone. Your eyes were wide with distress and panic. “He- He didn’t see the note! Or- or he didn’t take it with him! This could change every thing I- Maybe that’s why he’s never said anything! What if-“

“Okay, why don’t we take a breath and sit down for a second.” Spencer dragged over a chair for you to sit down in while Emily tried to calm you down. Spencer’s arm tangled around your shoulders in a comforting manner. “What did it say, specifically?”

“I mentioned how although i still loved him I thought he should move on and be happy and to not let me hold him back and waste his time. That I would get through this and try to find love elsewhere. That’s it. I don’t want to lose him but I don’t want to be selfish, I’m in love with this man, I mean I truly can’t picture my life without him in it, and it kills me to think of him with another woman but love is just a waiting game and as stupid as it may sound I’d wait an eternity for him. I wish he had never saw my with my ex, because it was all a lie.” Spencer was still on guard about this whole situation because he hated seeing you like this. He eyed Emily as you cried into his shoulder for everyone else to see. In that moment Spencer and Emily knew what they had to do.

When Spencer spoke to you, he spoke with care, softness, and most of all understanding. “I don’t think you’re stupid.” He settled his head atop of yours. “I think you’re in love and you need closure right now more than ever. Why don’t I drive you home and we can stop and get your favorite food, and Emily and I will stay with you for the night so you don’t overthink. Okay?” You nodded into his chest before he stood up to help you out of the chair and walk you out.

As Spencer walked you out Emily took hold of the note you left on the desk. She turned to make sure you and Spencer were out of sight before pulling out her phone and tapping on Aaron’s contact.

Unfolding the note, and trying to make it as neat as possible, she sent the photo to Aaron.

It wasn’t until the sunshine peered in through the blinds that Aaron awoke from his sleep. He thought it odd he a had a text message from Emily and not you. It must have been important, opening it he read the following. “Y/N wrote this and put it in the envelope with the letter and I really think you should look at it before you lose her, if you haven’t already.”

“Aaron I know the connection we have is strong, probably stronger now than ever but. I don’t want to waste yours or my time anymore. I need us to do what’s best. I will look for love elsewhere if that’s what you wish and if you have no response to this letter, I will know that we are finished. Just know you will always have a soft spot in my heart. I love you forever and ever Aaron. What we had is real, I just hope that maybe one day it can be permanent.” Aaron finished reading the note in contempt.

How did he not see this in the envelope? Does he listen to you and move on? Or does he get his ass back to Virginia and try to win back the love of his life?

#Aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x you #ranaewrites #Criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner imagine #Spotify

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet: Jack Hughes

Shout out to @lukehughes43 for the help on this. This is for you and @alwayshughes... The Jack girlies ❤️

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

In the beginning of your relationship, Jack wasn’t the greatest at aftercare. He didn’t know it was a thing for a good couple months into your relationship. Up until you asked to cuddle one night after your post-game sex session. Somehow it came up within the locker room conversations and boy were some of the older players unhappy. They explained to Jack the importance of aftercare for partners. The next time you guys had finished having sex, he helped you clean up, grabbed you a water bottle and was quick to cuddle you. Soon it became a post-sex routine. And it was something that Jack came to love.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of yours was your boobs. You may think they’re just lumps of fat, he loves them. The sight of your boobs could get him hard at once. Always resting his hands on them, cupping them. When home alone, he would totally slide his hand up your shirt, just placing his hand on your boob.

His favourite body part on himself was his hands. The veins. The rough skin, despite you encouraging him to moisturise them constantly. His hands roaming your bare skin was his favourite feeling. Rough against smooth. How large they were in comparison to your hands. Holding them tightly, almost protectively. His hands were always touching you. In reach at all hours of the day.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to keep it clean. Usually just finishing in the condom inside of you. If he was to cum on your body, it was probably your stomach or ass just after he pulled out. And he’d always make sure to clean it up with the baby wipes in your bedside table drawer. Clean and tidy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Despite Jack being pretty vanilla, he’s heard some of his teammates discuss their sex lives. One thing that piqued his interest was choking. He loved seeing his hands on your body but the thought of his hands wrapped around your neck... Like a pretty necklace… Oh it got him fired up. But he’s a little shy. You’d have to mention something about it before him to speak up about his thoughts.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite Jack having the hot fuck boy persona, he hasn’t had as much experience as everyone believes. Sure he’s made out with random chicks at a club, but he’s never brought them back to his place. He only ever goes to their place. And it’s never more than once with a hook-up.

But on the other hand, he knows what to do. He’s had a few flings over the years. Jack knows where the clit is, that's for sure. But he learns as you two go. Picking up on when you really like something he does and when it’s something you don’t really favour. After a year, he knows you like the back of his hand.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

His favourite position is basic, missionary. Maybe throw in some cow girl or doggy on the odd occasion. Jack wasn’t one for complicated positions. Simple. Easy. Intimate. He liked being able to see your face most of the time. It let him gauge how he was doing, if you were enjoying it as such. His hands have to be able to touch you, hold you close. Able to worship your body.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Majority of the time, Jack was serious throughout your sexual endeavours. Reasonably quiet apart from his grunts and moans. He was always immersed into the sexual experience. But there were the odd occasions where Jack was hyper, still high on adrenaline after a game or an event. That was when he was more talkative, cracking jokes and dirty talk.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jack keeps his pubic hair trimmed and neat. Much like his cum placement, everything was neat and tidy. He’d prefer you to be neat as well but he didn’t care what you did with your own pubes. Shaved. Trimmed. Waxed. It didn’t matter.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

How Jack grew up, with seeing his parents love and how they treat each other, he sees it as an intimate time. Sure he’s had his hook up. But when he’s in a relationship, it’s a time between the two of you to show your love to each other.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jack’s a young man. His sex drive is high. When it isn’t possible to be with you, he’ll definitely use his hand. Especially on the road. He misses you and seeing pictures of you… things escalate. And quickly. If you send some spicy pictures, or he has a little file of you on his phone, he’ll prefer that over porn.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves nudes. Naked or wearing lingerie (especially devils red), it didn’t matter. It was Jack’s weakness. When he’s on the road and you’re in a teasing mood, sending him those pictures. It will have him begging for you. More nudes or phone sex, he’ll take anything he can get. Just one picture of you teasing your body could get him desperate for more. More lace. More skin. A picture of you will make him weak.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Jack’s favourite place to have sex is the bedroom. Privacy is a big thing. Especially after being so sought after by fangirls and fans. The safety of the bedroom was his. His space to do whatever he wants with you. If you two lived together, with no roommates, he would expand that to the entire apartment. But only if the curtains were closed and the doors locked.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Everything about you got him in the mood. If you look at him for too long he starts picturing you being under him. A picture of you even showing a little bit of skin has him thinking. Even when you’re arguing, he can’t help but think it’s hot. You, as his person, is his biggest turn on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jack wouldn’t hurt you. Sure some light choking or impact play is fine but nothing too extreme. He loves you and in his mind, hurting you, even if you enjoy it, wasn’t love. His mother and father instilled in him that he was to treat his future partner lovingly and like a queen. To him, hurting a woman is violence, let alone hurting you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving, receiving… It didn’t matter. Sure Jack liked receiving, like many others, but he was more than happy to go down on you. He wasn’t the greatest at oral in the beginning but over the course of your relationship he had really come to hone in his skills. Jack loved listening to the sounds you would make. The little moans and groans. Whimpers too.

But when you go down on him… boy he’s a mess. Usually he’s somewhat quiet. Until you go down on him that is. That’s when his moans and whimpers become louder. Which fuels you even more. He loves when you go down on him. But he won’t ask because he doesn’t want you to feel pressured. He’ll take what he gets.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a mix. If he’s got pent up energy or he’s coming off the adrenaline rush that is an ice hockey game, it’s fast. You have to beg for it to be hard if you want that. Same applies for a quickie when you have one. I mean that is the definition of a quickie. But he can keep up his pace longer than your previous relationships. Thanks to all those years of hockey.

If he wants to take his time, it’s slow and sensual. In the morning after you’ve just woken up. The lazy, slow sex in the morning light sneaking in through the curtains. That when his hands are just wandering your bare skin. Taking in the whole experience. Pleasuring every little piece of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Jack isn’t opposed to having a quickie if you two didn’t have time. He’s a young boy, of course he’s horny. He’ll take what he can get. Maybe before a game and you two were cutting it short in time. Or you were going out and you looked too hot to not do something. It doesn’t happen that often as Jack prefers to take him time. He likes to be able to drag out the experience, take his time to worship you like you deserve. But he’s not scared to just slip the panties to the side and slide in.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He isn’t too risky when it comes to places the two you actually have sex at. Keeping mostly to the bedroom. But he’s willing to experiment within the bedroom. That’s if you say something. Jack’s pretty shy with bringing up something he wants to try. He’d wait for you. To either mention wanting to try it. Or when you finally realise he’s been itching to realise something. That’s when he’d vocalise what he wanted to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Jack can go a couple rounds for sure. But he’s not an all night kinda guy. Maybe three at most over the course of the evening. But each round lasts. He’s the “doesn’t finish until you finish” kinda guy. On average it’s usually two rounds at most but when he gets all hyped up. Three for sure.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own toys. Oh except for a pair of fluffy handcuffs the boys got him as a 21st birthday present. For months, they sat in the back of his dresser. Until you found them. Even then it took a few weeks to convince Jack to use them. When he finally did, let's just say the cuffs became a repeat offender within your relationship.

You owned a vibrator. One that was often used while Jack was on roadtrips with the team. He had never seen one in person until you two got together. At first he was hesitant to use it. After a little encouragement, Jack finally took you up on the offer. Then he realised it was his friend not foe.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn't too much of a tease. Sometimes Jack gets carried away whilst going down on you or during foreplay. It’s never extensive. But he can’t deny that he loves listening to you beg him. Whimper his name. If you tease him back, he cracks almost immediately. Becomes an absolute moaning mess. He can’t take much of the teasing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jack’s pretty quiet normally during sex. The quiet moans and groans. Mainly it’s just noises but when he moans your name... Music to your ears. He’s most vocal when you go down on him. When he’s by himself, he can get away with jacking off in a roommate situation due to his quiet nature during sex.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has a private file on his phone of pictures of you posing in lingerie. Jack just loves the way you look. You’ve nearly covered the whole rainbow by this point. But his personal favourite was red, the devils. Jack buys you lingerie randomly. A new set he saw that made him think of you. Or one you’ve been talking about. And if we’re being honest, he’s definitely ripped some of your lingerie. Jack always replaces them though. God forbid he ruins his chances of seeing you in lace.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jack’s an average size. Maybe a little longer than average. 7 inches. But he’s on the thinner side. Curved a little. Hits just the right spot when he slides in.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a high sex drive. Just looking at you will get him riled up. Jack wants you 24/7. He wants you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He knows when it is or isn’t appropriate to act on his feelings. But it does mean he will hint to sex in public. You’ve learnt over the course of the relationship, his little tells of when he’s horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jack makes sure to take care of you first. Once you’re taken care of and settled, he’ll take care of himself. After that it’s cuddle time. Despite him trying to wait until you fall asleep. It’s more often than not, he’ll crash before you.

#jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes smut #new jersey devils imagine #swissboyhisch imagine #swissboyhisch a-z #swissboyhisch

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formula1neverleft · 2 years

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Shameless - Arthur Leclerc

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x Fem!reader

Summary: Your tinder date is alright. His roommate is just better.

Warnings: smut, swearing, me refusing to write anything other than the -we shouldn’t be doing this- trope :))

Words: 4.5k words of breaking bro code

Author’s note: not my best work but I just had to get this man out of my system.Took some creative liberties to make it a college!AU so let’s just pretend that makes sense lmao. Also my French is doubtful at best so if you are a native french speaker and catch me writing absolute nonsense no you didn’t :)) Not proofread. Feedback very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx

You had told yourself it would never come to this.

When your best friend first brought up the idea of downloading a dating app, you almost choked on the wine you had been drinking. During a night out she had been telling you non stop how you were too picky when it came to men, and that you just had to ‘put yourself out there’, whatever that meant.

You wouldn’t say ‘picky’ was the right word exactly, more that for you there was a difference between finding a guy-good looking or nice, and actually being attracted to them.

The idea of having to advertise yourself only for a guy to decide within approximately seven seconds if you had potential or not, made you cringe internally. But that was months ago, and you had to admit that between school and serving overpriced lattes to other students in the on-campus coffee shop, you had gotten bored…and lonely.

Bored and lonely enough to download Tinder after tossing and turning in your bed for over an hour. Without thinking about it too much, you threw some pictures of yourself onto your profile and got to work. In the dark of your room, your phone screen the only source of light, it was easy to get over the initial embarrassment of it all and just give it a shot.

After a while, you had gotten a few matches, but had absolutely no idea how to start a conversation on here to save your life, so instead you opted for putting your phone down and trying to sleep once again, the monotone action of swiping left or right having made you just the right amount of tired.

The next morning as you got ready for class, you had received a message from one of the tinder guys.

New message from Oscar:

Hey, Y/N :) how’r you doing?

He was cute, and looked like a nice enough guy. You remembered he had some pictures in racing attire, and that made him seem slightly more interesting. At the very least it gave you a conversation starter if you were to go out. You replied to him as you made your way out of the apartment, and continued to message back and forth the rest of the day.

After about a week of sporadically messaging Oscar, he offered to take you out next friday. He hadn’t made a huge impression, but to be honest neither had you, texting had never really been your thing, so perhaps meeting up would give you an idea if this was something to pursue or not. You accepted, and you agreed on dinner and a movie at his place, being that his roommate would be out that day.

You really hoped you weren’t gonna regret this.

The walk to Oscar’s apartment was cold and miserable, the rain promptly undoing the effort you had put into your hair earlier. When you arrived outside his building, you caught a glimpse of yourself in one of the windows and quickly tried your best to make yourself look presentable again before ringing the bell that had ‘Piastri/ Leclerc’ written on it, the last few letters were smushed together to make it fit on the small line of paper, making you chuckle slightly.

Oscar opened the door and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as he showed you up to his apartment on the third floor. It was clearly inhabited by two college boys, the questionable interior design choices and posters that littered the wall a dead give away. You could tell he had put in effort though, it was tidy and the small table in the middle of the room had been set nicely.

“Uhm, I’d show you around but, this is kind of it” Oscar said as he scratched the back of his head.

“It’s nice actually, way bigger than the shoebox me and my roommate live in” you chuckled as you placed your jacket over your chair. Oscar quickly moved to pull out your chair for you.

“wow, a true gentleman, huh?” you smirked as you took your seat.

“Yeah, I try, I haven't been on a date in ages so I’m, uh, trying my best. I made us pizza if that’s alright with you. I was going to ask you what you wanted but It’s kind of the only thing i know how to make, so”

The dinner went by fast and luckily without any awkward silences. Oscar told you the full story about why he was studying here as an Australian.

“I’ve always wanted to be a professional driver, but my parents want me to have a ‘back-up’ plan in case that doesn’t work out, so I decided to study here while training in Europe, that’s how I met Arthur, he was in the same boat as me” he explained before taking another bite of his food.

“Your roommate, right? Is he also from Australia?” you asked.

“Oh god no, pretty sure he wouldn’t last a day out there. Not really a bug person ya know. He’s from Monaco. Basically means he’s french but not really”

When the two of you finished your food, you helped Oscar with cleaning the table despite his protests, and just as you were about to ask what movie he wanted to watch, the sound of keys rattling and the door opening took both of you by surprise.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” Oscar muttered as he ran a hand through his hair.

You were soon greeted by a blonde boy standing in the middle of the room, looking at you like a deer in headlights.

“Arthur, mate, what are you doing here? Thought you’d be out?” Oscar spoke as he approached the boy. So this was the roommate he’d been talking about.

“Yes I was, but now I am back. You did not say how long I needed to be gone. I cannot study any longer than I already have” Arthur said as he raised his hands in defense, a thick french accent lacing his words. Oscar looked dejected, and slightly panicked as he turned back around to face you.

“Sorry, Y/N, I had no idea he’d be here, maybe we can go to the cinema if you don’t wanna watch a movie here or-”

“Oscar, you have still not introduced me to the girl, this is impolite, no” Arthur gave Oscar a pat on the back as he stepped closer.

“Y/N, Arthur, my roommate. Arthur, this is Y/N”

You smiled politely towards the boy, slightly taken aback when he closed the space between you to take your hand and placed a quick kiss on the top of it.

“Bonjour, Y/N” Arthur replied with a smile of his own, and for a few seconds both you and Oscar were too stunned to speak. His smile was genuine and sweet, and you found the gesture more endearing than anything. You had barely managed to mutter a quiet ‘nice to meet you’ when Arthur dropped your hand and disappeared in one of the rooms. Oscar approached you with an apologetic look in his face.

“Yeah, I told you he’s French,” he joked as he tried to regain his composure.

“But seriously, we can head out if you want-”

“No, it’s okay. We can watch it here” you interrupted him, you would rather spend the rest of your date here so you could get to know Oscar a little better, rather than the forced silence that accompanied the cinema.

Oscar looked somewhat surprised by your answer, but accepted it anyway and invited you to sit down on the small L- shaped sofa in the corner of the room. After a short debate you had convinced him to watch Pride and Prejudice, but it took you less than twenty minutes to realize he was trying really hard to pretend to like it. The movie served more as background noise anyway as you continued to chat about the typical first date topics, mostly school and hobbies. During the conversation, Oscar rested his arm on the back of the sofa towards you, a classic move that made you hold back a smile. After about an hour, you had focused back on the movie for a while, only to realize Oscar had somehow fallen asleep in the last ten minutes, his head slumped into his own shoulder as his chest raised rhythmically.

Great job Y/N, maybe go for a comedy next time, you thought to yourself as you awkwardly shifted on the sofa, not wanting to wake him but not exactly knowing what to do either. You eventually settled on letting the movie finish and hope by then he would wake up on his own accord, until the sound of a door opening made you turn your attention away from the film once again.

“Oscar I promise I will leave, I'm just thirsty” Arthur was already rambling until the sight of you next to Oscar’s sleeping frame made him stop in his tracks.

“Oh no, mate…” Arthur said with a disapproving look on his face, “This is why I tell him to stop studying until two in the morning, it just messes up the sleep schedule”

“I should probably let him sleep then, huh?” you wondered out loud.

“Maybe that is a good idea, yes”

A few seconds of silence passed between the two of you, Arthur was staring at you, taking you in, and you shifted under his gaze, feeling exposed somehow.

“Did he even offer you a drink?” Arthur said as he walked towards the fridge to examine his options. “Ok, so we have…water and beer, maybe that is why Oscar did not offer you anything”

You stood up from the couch as you were careful not to wake Oscar.

“Actually I’m gonna head home, It’s getting late and I have work in the morning, so-”

“Okay, I will walk you home then, let me get my jacket”

“No! No, you don’t have to do that” you protested, but he had already disappeared back into his room and came out soon after. You quickly scribbled a note for Oscar so he wouldn’t think you were rude just leaving without a goodbye.

Thanks for the pizza and the company

Get some more sleep next time ;)

(and I’ll choose a better film)

xx Y/N

You placed the note on the sofa next to Oscar and turned around to see Arthur grab two beer bottles and store them in his jacket pockets. You grinned in response as he looked at you, caught in the act.

“One for the road, no?” he smiled and gave you a wink as he held the door open for you. This night had not at all ended up the way you’d expected it to, but you weren’t complaining.

The walk back to your apartment seemed to be significantly shorter than it had been earlier that night, as you and Arthur joked around while drinking the beers he had brought along. He spoke about Monaco, about racing and about his family, and you thought to yourself you could listen to him speak for hours if he’d let you. There is nothing quite like seeing someone's eyes light up when they talk about things they are passionate about. On a few occasions, he made you laugh so hard tears pooled at the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t remember the last time somebody had made you feel this way, like life suddenly wasn’t as scary and serious as it seemed sometimes. It felt like you’d known him for years.

You thought to yourself how Oscar hadn’t really left the same impression on you tonight, but he was clearly tired and not expecting his roommate to show up, so he deserved a second chance at least.

Before you knew it, you arrived in front of your building and turned to face Arthur. His eyes were boring into you again, always making eye contact but not in a creepy way, more like an…intense way. It was kind of nice, knowing he was intrigued by you and not just walking you back because he felt like he had no other choice. You found yourself not wanting to say goodbye to the blonde boy in front of you, but you couldn’t really go there, right? How would you explain that to Oscar?

Thanks for cooking for me, but your roommate is hot and funny and you fell asleep so can you blame me?

Not exactly the best impression to leave after a first date. You wondered if it had been Arthur that had been your Tinder match, how different the night would have been. As you were contemplating this, you were still facing each other in silence.

“I really want to kiss you right now”

Arthur’s words felt like a cold bucket of water had been dumped over you, and you thought for a few seconds you had just imagined him saying it, but as he stood there before you, those beautiful eyes still firmly fixed on yours and full of anticipation, your body made the decision for you as you nodded your head.

You caught a glimpse of his serious expression breaking into a smile once again as he leaned in, lips just barely grazing your own before he really kissed you. Your lips moved together as one of his hands found the back of your neck. You were so wrapped up in him it felt like you were the only two people on the planet. The kiss turned more heated as Arthur slipped his tongue into your mouth, working expertly against your own as his free hand drew you in closer by your waist.

God, you had never been kissed like this before.

The sound of a phone ringing brought you back to reality as Arthur broke the kiss and quickly reached in his pockets for his phone, face falling slightly as he looked at the screen.

“Um, I think Oscar woke up, I should, uhm…probably head back” he said hesitantly.

The reality of the situation had well and truly set in now and you suddenly felt guilty, even though Oscar was far from your boyfriend, it still felt like you’d done something wrong.

“Ofcourse, yeah, you should go…thanks for walking me home”

Shit, it was awkward now. You shouldn’t have fucking kissed him. What else were you supposed to say? Say hi to Oscar for me? Not exactly the best thing to say given the predicament you were in.

“I will see you around, Y/N” Arthur spoke with a smirk as he walked backwards, keeping his gaze on you for a while before turning around and breaking into a small jog back around the corner.

As you dropped down on your bed, your brain was working overtime trying to process the night you’d had. It had taken you exactly one tinder date to make a mess out of everything, fantastic.

Just as you hoped you would fall asleep, the sound of your phone pining made you pirk up again, and curiosity got the better of you as you took it from the nightstand to see 3 notifications.

2 New messages from Oscar

Sorry for falling asleep on you, remind me to never first date so close to finals week ever again

I had a great time, hope you’re up for a second date soon?

But it was the third notification that really made your heart nearly beat out of your chest.

Arthur_Leclerc requested to follow you on Instagram

You sighed as you threw the phone haphazardly on your bed, suddenly wide awake again.

Shit.

Two days.

It had been two days since the tinder date fiasco, and Oscar’s message remained unanswered in your inbox. You didn’t have a clue what to say to him, and lying seemed just as bad as telling him the truth, so you took the easy way out and said nothing.

You’d accepted Arthur’s follow request and followed him back the morning after, but hadn’t had the guts to send him anything either. Guess you were back to square one then. Alone.

The heavy doors of the library creacked in protest as you pushed through them, and immediately you took in the comfortable silence of the big study hall, only interrupted here and there by squeaking shoes or a student coughing. In between all of this, you had almost forgotten that you desperately needed to study for finals, so you decided to head to the library and hopefully focus on school instead.

It seemed to work, but just as you were about to start the conclusion to the essay that had been giving you a headache for weeks now, a hand on your shoulder made you jump. The sound of surprise that you let out made a few students glance up from their books to see what the commotion was about, but you had no time to apologize because Arthur was standing there, so close to you that you had just about forgotten how to function properly. He took a seat next to you as you quickly removed your headphones.

“Hi” he smiled, leaning one arm over the back of his chair as he gave you that signature look again.

Hi? This boy had been the reason for your lack of sleep for two days straight and all he says is…hi?

“How is the studying going?” he asks casually. Okay, had he just forgotten what went down the other day?

“Arthur, we should, uhm…talk. About the other night you know” you whispered as you took a quick look around, afraid somebody would overhear you.

“Okay, talk about what exactly?” he challenged you, smirking.

“You kissed me”

“and you wanted me to, no?” he replied quickly. He was playing games and you knew it, so you decided to play along.

“Okay, so maybe I did. You’re talking big game for somebody who was too scared to message me afterwards”

You were bluffing, obviously, pretending like you’d been waiting for him to make the next move when you were just as scared as he was.

“Okay…what would you have wanted me to write?” he retorts, still seeming as confident as ever, carrying a more serious tone this time.

“Would you want me to write to you how…how I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night?”

Okay, so maybe he was better at playing games than you, and you were sure the look on your face was proof of your defeat. His normal joking tone had completely gone now, and his french accent seemed even stronger than it had when you had last seen him. You slumped back in your seat and unconsciously pressed your thighs together. Arthur noticed though, his eyes immediately following the movement.

“Have you been thinking of me too?” he continued, his leg closing the space between you underneath the desk until his knee met yours. You silently cursed yourself for wearing a dress today of all days.

“Yes”

Your mouth had decided to act before your brain did, and you were telling him the truth. When you had failed to fall asleep that night, you had touched yourself thinking about him, thinking about that kiss. Even just remembering it now, it made a blush creep onto your cheeks as you felt your heartbeat quicken.

His fingers brushed the hem of your dress underneath the table, and the tension building between the two of you was getting unbearable.

“We can't,” you said, and Arthur's face fell slightly as he began removing his hand from your skin.

“We can’t do this here” you continued as you closed your laptop and put it in your bag.

You stood up, and leaned down to whisper in Arthur’s ear,

“Meet me at the coffee shop downstairs in 5”

Smirking to yourself as you confidently strutted out of the library.

The shop had been closed for hours, but your boss had given you a set of keys for when you had the opening shift. You tiptoed your way to the break room in the back of the coffee shop, a small room with a two-person sofa and a vending machine, but it would make do. Once you saw Arthur appear outside the coffee shop, you went to unlock the door, quickly locking it again after he’d made his way in. You took his hand in yours and pulled him toward the room.

You hadn’t even made it fully inside when he pushed you against the back of the door, shutting it in the proces. Once his lips were on yours again, you forgot about all the doubts and worries you’d had before. In this moment, you were exactly where you needed to be. He kissed you like he did that night, tongue exploring your mouth as your hands grabbed onto the hair at the back of his neck. Arthur removed his lips from your mouth, only to focus his attention to your jawline and eventually move further down your neck. You didn’t even try to suppress the moans he was coaxing out of you.

“Fuck, you have no idea how difficult it was to act normal when I came back home that night…I couldn’t sleep thinking about you”

If his mouth hadn’t already done the trick, his words sure were enough to make your legs tremble. You wanted him so badly.

Arthur let his hands travel down, playing with the hem of your dress again, before looking back up at you.

“Are you sure? I will not do this unless you want it”

The statement seemed almost ridiculous at this point, because you had never been so sure about anything in your life.

“Yes, Arthur, I want it, please” you were almost begging for him. If he’d asked you, you would have gotten on your knees and really begged, but he had beat you to it as he sunk down onto his knees, still staring up at you.

“vous êtes si belle…Y/N” he muttered as he slowly pulled down your underwear, leaning forward to kiss your thigh in the process. You let your head drop backwards into the door, the sight of him on his knees in front of you almost too much to bear.

Arthur bent one of your legs at the knee and hooked it over his shoulder before he got to work.

He ran a finger through your folds once, looking up at you, not wanting to miss the way your eyes screwed shut as he let his fingers linger on your clit.

“Tu es tellement mouillée pour moi,”

You had a faint idea of what he was saying, but you were pretty sure he was talking to himself more than he was to you, so caught up in the moment he probably wasn’t aware he was speaking french. It sounded so good that you felt yourself get even wetter. Once he started eating you out, you were done for. You completely tuned out your surroundings, only focussing on how good he was making you feel. One of your hands grabbed hold of his hair, using it to steady yourself to the best of your abilities.

Soon after, he slipped a finger inside of you, his thumb simultaneously drawing slow circles on your clit as he sat back, resting in the heels of his feet as he stared up at you in awe, his face flushed from his previous actions. You could see your wetness glistening around his mouth. He looked amazing.

“God, I love the way you look at me” you said honestly, and he flashed you a signature smile in response.

“I love looking at you,” he answered. He added a second finger, and when he did the leg that was supporting you trembled, threatening to give out.

“I can’t..please, I want you inside of me” you whined. In this moment, you felt as desperate as you sounded.

Arthur nodded as he put your other leg back down and took your hand to lead you to the small sofa. He let you catch your breath as he quickly tore off his shirt, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans for his wallet. You realized why as he pulled out a condom from it.

You pushed his shoulders, prompting him to sit down on the sofa, making quick work of unbuckling his belt and dragging his pants and underwear down halfway down his thighs. Even though you hadn’t touched him yet, he was so hard, a clear sign that he had enjoyed eating you out just as much as you had. He helped you put the condom on, eyes screwing shut as you

You straddled him, knees either side of his thighs, and sunk down on him in one smooth motion. His eyes screwed shut as a plethora of french curse words and whines left his mouth. It felt so good you could feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and a few drops of sweat rolling over your temples.

Arthur let his hands wander under your dress, grabbing a firm hold on your hips as he helped you build a delicious rhythm. You were so close, his teasing from earlier already having brought you on the brink of an orgasm. You were panting as you lent forward slightly so your forehead touched his.

“You are going to cum?” he asked, and all you could do was nod.

“Jouis pour moi, ma belle”

That was all it took for you to let go, your orgasm washing over you as soon as the words left his mouth. Your toes curled and nails dug into the skin of his back as Arthur held you tightly, guiding you through it. The feeling of you clenching around him combined with your moans was enough to drive him over the edge. You were still feeling the remnants of your orgasm running through you as he spilled inside of you, burying his head into your neck in the proces.

You held each other like that for a while as you both came down from your highs, heavy breathing filling the room. Eventually, you pulled off of him, sitting next to him on the sofa and letting your head lean on Arthur’s shoulder as he removed the condom and pulled his pants back up.

“That was…” he spoke, unable to find the words, but you knew what he meant.

“Yeah, I know,” you replied.

“Y/N?” Arthur turned to face you.

“Hmm?”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

And with those eyes staring into yours,

how could you ever say no?

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snap me, emily

a/n: emily prentiss x femBAU!reader. As the new liaison to the BAU, you're the expert in social media and cybercrime. But you've met your match in snapchat and Emily.

word count: 3.3k+, includes y/n

You’ve been a member of the BAU for only four months, but you knew this was where you wanted to plant your roots, if you could swing it. They had originally brought you in as a liaison, specializing in cybercrime and crime against children and adolescents. Your prime focus was on social media and violent crime between children. When they first brought you in, it was for a case involving two fifteen year old girls committing crimes against their classmates; unspeakable things that fifteen year old kids shouldn’t even know about, let alone have to worry about. But it was something you saw more and more of in your line of work.

The unit kept you on after that because the next case also involved teenagers. An eighteen year old and snapchat and the unthinkable. At your age, you couldn’t understand the hype revolving around an app where the pictures delete after a certain time, but hey, you’re old, according to your nephew, so what did you know? Your job, however, basically required you to have and understand all of the popular apps, so you were familiar with its features.

You’ve enjoyed your time with the unit. You’ve learned a lot, but you’ve also gotten to show off your skills. They’re like a family, so it was hard to stick around and assimilate into their group and not just be the liaison. But after that first case, they knew you were capable, and they were warming up to you little by little.

Doctor Spencer Reid was the first one to really take an interest in your work, besides Penelope, who was all about your involvement in cybercrime. Reid, though, just didn’t understand social media, so it was an enjoyable time trying to explain snapchat to a literal genius.

“You can take pictures or videos and send them to friends. But after you view them, they disappear,” you explained, settling yourself into one of the seats on their jet.

“Disappear? Where do they go?” He asked quizzically, with a little head tilt.

“Into the void, Spence. Gone, forever, never to be seen again,” Emily said with a smirk towards you. During your time with the team, you’ve come to realize her and Derek like to pick on Reid the most, but it was out of love and respect and hardly ever in malice.

Also during your time with them, you’ve realized a little more about Emily.

Just that you casually have a huge crush on the profiler.

The two of you have slowly gotten to know each other over the past couple of months, and you don’t think she knows anything about your crush. Or, at least, you hope she doesn’t.

Spencer looks adorably confused. “Why would someone partake in such an app? Why wouldn’t you want to save the pictures or videos?”

You smile at his confusion. “You can save them, if you want to. The people you send them to can screenshot them, but it will notify the person who sent it that you have.”

“And…that’s a bad thing?” He asked.

You giggle. “It is if you send something you don’t want them to save.”

He looks even more confused, if possible. “But what would you be sending to someone, for only ten seconds, that you wouldn’t want them to necessarily save?”

A smile burst out across your face as you caught Emily’s eyes. You looked back at Spencer, your smirk growing. “Nudes, Doctor Reid. Salacious, naughty, nude pictures of yourself.”

A blush immediately deepened on his cheeks. “Oh.”

“Oh, is right, pretty boy,” Derek laughed.

You and Emily caught each other's eyes again, laughing along with Derek. Sometimes you thought it was fun to poke fun at him, too.

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The case ended up being harder than any of you thought it would be. Apparently, the unsub was also a technological genius, almost outsmarting Garcia at multiple turns. The case ended up taking you over a week to solve.

On the jet on the way back to Quantico, it was quiet. Most of the team was laid out trying to catch a bit of sleep before landing, since it was past midnight by the time you got back on the plane.

You settled yourself in at the small table towards the front, since most of the team had taken to the back. You pulled out your phone, ready to check on your work emails, things you’ve missed since being with the team for this case.

“Sending salacious, naughty things on snapchat?” Emily said with a smirk, settling in the chair across from you.

You scoffed, smirking back. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Prentiss.”

She leaned forward in her seat a little, resting her arms on the table in front of you both. Her button up shirt split open just a tad more, exposing more of her smooth skin. You peeked down quickly, before catching her eyes again. “Actually, I would,” she said. Bringing out her phone, she opened her snapchat and just said, “Add me,” while showing you her snapchat username.

You glanced at her phone, before looking back at her. Her look was almost unnerving, confident in a way you hadn’t seen before. A challenge, you thought.

You pulled out your phone, opened your app, and added her. You decided to send her a picture of herself, sitting across from you, with a label across the screen that just said, “look at this pain in my ass.”

Emily’s phone dinged with the notification, and she looked down at her phone before laughing, actually laughing, at what you’d sent to her.

“Fair enough, y/n.”

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You made it back to your apartment close to almost two in the morning. Utterly exhausted, you threw your keys on the entrance table, shuffled your shoes off, and headed into the kitchen for some water.

While pouring a glass, your phone dinged on the counter. Sighing, expecting something work related at this ungodly hour, your heart leaped into your throat.

A notification. On snapchat. From Emily.

You knew her apartment was closer to the Bureau than yours was, so she’s likely already been home for over half an hour.

Staring at your phone, you couldn’t figure out if you wanted it to be a tame picture of the cat you knew she had, or…something…more.

But there was no way that Emily knew of your crush. You were so careful.

But, she was a top profiler, you thought. Maybe she could read you better than you thought.

Rubbing your palms on your pants to rid them of the sweat that seemed to come from nowhere, you picked up your phone. Swiping on the notification, your app opened. Hesitating just a second, you pressed on her snap.

Oh my.

The picture itself wasn’t terribly revealing. A glimpse of that skin you caught on the jet earlier. The top of her shoulder. A collarbone. The strap of a lacy black bra barely hanging on.

“Goodnight, y/n. Sweet dreams,” it read.

Ten seconds wasn’t nearly enough. You wish you had screenshot it.

—----

Your dreams that night were plagued by lace and skin, a thankful reprieve from your typical nightmares.

Still, you slept pitifully. Never getting more than an hour of sleep in a row before you’d wake up tossing and turning.

Seven in the morning came much too soon. The alarm blaring forced you to finally get up and start your day.

It was going to be a long one.

—---

“Wow, y/l/n, you look like death warmed over,” Morgan said from his desk.

You groaned. “I feel like it.” You headed to Hotch’s office. If there wasn’t a new case, you were sure you were going to be sent back to your home base in New York. You passed by Emily, who looked up at you from her desk. She smiled at you before hiding it by taking a sip of her coffee.

“Late night, y/n?”

“Just couldn’t sleep well, I guess,” you said, continuing to walk past her. Don’t give her the satisfaction.

“Why? Something keeping you up?” You could hear the taunt in her voice. Like she knew you couldn’t sleep because of her.

“Just some dreams, still hyped up from the case. Nothing out of the ordinary,” you mumbled. You kept walking, not making eye contact with her. Today is definitely going to be a long day.

—----

“Your work on the past two cases have been immeasurable, y/n,” Hotch said, sitting at his desk across from you.

“Thank you, sir. I’ve enjoyed working with your team these past few months.”

“Let me cut to the chase. How would you feel about transferring here to Quantico?” He settled his hands in front of him.

Your face scrunched. You definitely hadn’t expected that. “Sir?”

“Like I said, your work has been crucial for these past two cases. It’s been noticed by some very important people. If you want the transfer to the BAU and D.C. permanently, it’s yours.”

You couldn’t believe it. You were sure he was going to thank you for your work, but send you back to New York. The shot you’ve been waiting for was here. And, if it gave you the opportunity to explore whatever was happening with Emily, you weren’t going to pass it up. “Absolutely, sir. This is where I want to be.”

You thought Hotch almost smiled. Almost.

A knock sounded at the door. JJ poked her head through. “Sorry to interrupt. We’ve caught another one. A bad one. And we could use y/n.”

“Conference room in five,” Hotch said. “Welcome to the team, y/n.”

—---

In the conference room, Hotch announced to the team of your transfer before JJ could go into the case.

“Y/n has graciously accepted an offer to transfer into the BAU permanently,” Hotch said, looking at his team.

“Yes! This is so exciting!” Penelope clapped. This case, apparently, also needed her to be briefed. You smiled at her enthusiasm.

“Congrats, y/n. Welcome to the badass club,” Morgan said, smiling at you.

“Welcome to the team, y/n. Now we can talk more about Doctor Who!” Reid exclaimed. He found out of your love of the show from the mug you’ve been drinking out of while you’ve been here. You shook your head at his eager geekiness.

“I can’t wait, Reid,” you smiled. “Thanks everyone. It’s been a pleasure working with you all these past few months and I can’t wait to learn more from each of you.” Glancing at Emily, you saw her wink at you. You immediately felt your cheeks flush.

“Alright, let’s get into this next one,” Hotch said.

JJ pressed the clicker bringing up the next set of case photos, jumping into the briefing. “Wyoming. We’ve got five bodies so far. Clues to their whereabouts were posted on snapchat. We think the unsub is a young twenty-something, based on the voice in the video that we have, but we can’t be sure.”

You grimaced. Sounds like another social media fiasco.

—-

You once again settle yourself in the front chair of the jet, immediately pulling out your notebook and phone to start making notes about the case. Your mind worked best if you could write down thoughts as you had them, and then go back and analyze them. You already had some ideas about this case and, with how complex it already sounded, you needed to keep track of what you were thinking.

“So, y/n, what are your thoughts on using snapchat for this case?” Spencer said from his seat on the sofa. The rest of the team loading onto the plane listened in as they made themselves comfortable. Emily, of course, sat across from you again.

You cleared your throat. “Well, like I explained with the last case, snapchat allows its users to send videos that disappear after the chosen time frame. Since the unsub is sending videos from different accounts, no one knows when to screen record them, so it makes having the videos for us to analyze even harder. I’m surprised we even have the one video. This unsub is clearly seeking attention, but still wants to remain a mystery. They’re creating a game and expecting people to play.”

“How do we get access to the videos, then?” Derek asked.

You sighed. “Snapchat will sometimes let us into their servers. But they don’t keep the videos or user information long. It’s kind of their whole thing. I’m hoping Garcia will have some luck back tracing. Otherwise…we play along.”

You could feel the tension in the air. Playing along meant finding more bodies, usually.

As everyone got settled and the plane took off, you went back to your notebook, scribbling things down as they popped into your mind. You’d share with the team once they were more concrete ideas. As you wrote down a thought, you glanced up. Everyone was seated, except Emily. You just assumed she went to the bathroom. Continuing to write your idea about the multiple snapchat accounts, your phone dinged.

A snapchat notification.

From Emily.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. If it was anything like the one from last night, you weren’t sure you wanted to open it in a confined space with all of your colleagues. But, if it was like the one from last night, you didn’t want to wait. You wanted to see.

The decision was made for you when Emily settled back into her seat across from you. She looked you up and down, noticing the slight flush on your cheeks and neck, the way you bit your lip, and the notification highlighted on your phone.

She smirked at you. You were really starting to hate (love?) that smirk. “Gonna check that?” She asked, looking at your phone.

You glanced down at it, turning the screen black. “Nope. Nothing important,” you shrugged.

Emily leaned forward again. Mirroring the pose she gave you last time you were in this position. Except this time, there was no added sliver of skin. She licked her lips, raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that, y/n?”

You breathed in heavily through your nose. You weren’t sure if it was the right move, but you picked up your phone. You peeked back up at her before hitting the notification.

She was sitting back against the seat, almost too relaxed. A lazy sort of confident grin on her face, her elbow on the armrest, her hand resting against her face, chewing slightly on her thumb nail. Waiting. Watching you.

You hit the notification.

And you had to stop yourself from dropping your phone…or your jaw.

There on your screen was Emily. Or rather, her lower abdomen. Her shirt was untucked, held up by her hand. Her pants slung low on her hips, unbuttoned. A portion of red lace visible.

You knew you were being examined. But you didn’t care. This time, you didn’t make the same mistake.

You took the screenshot.

Emily’s smile widened.

Your blush deepened, but you couldn’t help smiling back.

—--

The day was almost too much. You spent most of it with the team at the local police station going over ideas and tactics to find the unsub. You were happy to be back at the hotel for the night. You needed some time to unwind.

After undressing and getting the water temperature right in the shower, your phone dings with a notification. Your heart starts to race, hoping it is what you think it is.

Reaching for the phone, your breath starts to quicken. Snapchat. Emily. It’s starting to become your favorite notification. You bite your lip while pressing on the notification.

Holy. Fuck.

You’re not sure how she got the picture, but whatever she did, you’re thankful.

It’s almost boudoir-like. It’s a side profile shot, Emily leaned in a door frame of her hotel room. She’s in nothing but her bra and underwear; you have no idea what color they are because the photo is black and white. Her back is arched against the frame, one arm stretched slightly above her head, the other resting on her lower abdomen, the tips of her fingers just under the elastic of her underwear. One foot is propped up a little on the frame, highlighting her thigh and calf muscles. You can’t see her face, as it’s shrouded by her dark locks.

Before the time runs out, you screenshot that one too.

A second later, a chat notification: “Like what you see?”

It’s at this point that you decide to not let her win whatever gauntlet she thinks she has thrown down.

You quickly take a shower, not wanting to miss out on the hot water.

When you’re done, you leave your hair as is. Without brushing it through, it’s got a little wave to it. You grab one of the fluffy white towels and set up your phone on the bathroom sink. You place the towel across your body, but don’t wrap it all the way around you. You use one arm to hold the towel across your chest, barely covering your nipples, making sure to push your breasts up a little to deepen your cleavage. You set the timer on your phone. You use your other hand to drag the bottom of the towel up from your mid-thigh. Doing so leaves almost nothing to the imagination; there’s skin visible on each side of the towel. Everything is covered, but it feels like almost nothing is.

You type a quick “Like what you see?” across the bottom of the picture and send it to Emily.

You smirk. Two can play that game, Prentiss.

You finish your nightly routine, getting dressed in just some underwear and an oversized t-shirt, your preferred sleepwear.

You’re just about to get into bed when there’s a knock at the door. You look at the clock. Who’s knocking on my door at almost midnight?

You pull the door open, standing a little behind it, covering up the fact that you aren’t wearing pants. “Emily?”

“Let me in, y/n,” she says.

She’s got this look on your face you’ve only seen at crime scenes. Determined. Confident. Ready for anything.

“Em, it’s almost midnight, I was just getting ready to get into bed,” you hesitate.

“Does it look like I care? Let. Me. In.”

You knew she’d back down if you really wanted her to. But you didn’t.

You opened the door, staying behind it as much as possible. When she passes through it, she pushes it closed, exposing you to her.

She looks you up and down. You can feel how hungry her gaze is. It makes you stagger back a little into the door she just came through. “Emily, I-” you start.

“Uh uh. Quiet,” she says. Her voice is low, almost a whisper. More gravelly than you’ve ever heard it. She walks forward, pinning your body to the door. She’s not even touching you yet and you’re already panting. “Do you know what that picture did to me, y/n?”

Your eyes are wide as you stare at her. You slightly shake your head.

“I was in bed. Lights out, ready to sleep. I thought you weren’t going to respond. Was just about to put my phone down for the night and roll over. Then I got that.” She paused, took a deep breath, so close to you that you could smell her shampoo. “I never thought you’d take the bait, y/n, but I was so happy you did. Then I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Naked, dripping wet, and teasing me.” She brought one of her hands up to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear. You shakily inhaled. “Tell me you want this, want me, y/n. Tell me, so I can make both of our dreams come true.”

You could hardly breathe. Emily standing so close to you made it almost impossible to think let alone speak. You nodded quickly.

“Words, y/n. Use your words.”

With a deep breath, you sighed, “I want you, Emily.”

She crushed her lips to yours.

—---

a/n: this story got away from me and I've been awake way too long. Wanted to post it anyways. I'm thinking a part - two might be in order if the collective agrees? ;) also sorry for any typos lol

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[Dottore x Reader] Synopsis: Small things Dottore does for you (and other relationship headcanons). Tags: Fluff, slightly crackish yes, soft headcanon, possible cw. Notes: Prolly ooc? Not proofread. I won’t stop writing Dottore content till there's more Dottore content out there. I wanted to write more but my memory is shit and I keep forgetting what I want to write. Did I just start a new thing instead of finishing the oneshot fic i had planned, yes yes i did. Why is it always 1-4 am when I am posting? ENJOY!!

(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)

Like I said in my last headcanon, he’d do anything for you. Doesn’t matter what that thing is – he’ll do it if you desire it, but if you straight up ask he’ll probably make fun of you for it.

That being said, shopping with him is a nightmare for three reasons. One, he gets distracted very easily. Two, if you stare at something for too long he will get it for you. Three, if he thinks you’ll look good in something he will buy it.

“Hi, I'm back. I found this cool knife for my test subjects and I found this bracelet – I got two so we can match.”

Tbh, he only acts super nice in public because he wants people to think he’s polite, being a Fatui Harbinger who is known for testing on people doesn’t really give you bonus points in the likeability department.

He wants to be around you. I said that before too; but I feel like he’ll take you to events that he knows you both will like just so he can hang out with you.

He’s not the type of person to give you their jacket/coat/sweater when you’re cold. He will let you freeze. Well, he won’t give you his coat because he wants you to be close to him/cling onto him.

“You should have brought a jacket [Name].” You sigh “I literally am wearing a jacket Dottore, I didn’t know it would be this cold though.” “You should have brought a better jacket [Name].” You start walking faster out of spite. “Hey! Stop speed walking [Name]!”

He will yank you closer to him so you don’t walk away and so you can cling to him for warmth.

If you wear rings or bracelets he’ll want to put them on for you – he likes physical intimacy and he likes knowing your style preference.

He’ll prank you with his clones, he finds your suffering enjoyable sometimes.

Imagine just being surrounded (like in a cult circle) by all his clones while trying to get something.

“Dottore please – I just wanted to get a glass of water”

He makes you tea when he comes back from work, whenever that is. He does that because you stay up all the time waiting for him.

He steals your clothes. Like all them time he steals your clothes. He steals them because he thinks they smell nice and he thinks if he takes all of your clothes you’ll be forced to wear his.

I like to believe he’ll write you letters when he takes long trips, but he never gives them to you because he thinks they are super shitty.

He makes you small little trinkets when he’s bored.

He’s fairly insecure about his relationship with you but he just grew to accept it.

He wears your jewelry and gives you his to wear. He just thinks it's fun to swap earrings and such with you.

He’ll teach you how to make his favorite dish just so you can make it better. He’ll also try to learn how to make your favorite dish just to see if he could make it better than you can.

Every time you tell him about one of your interests he’ll act like he’s not interested in it but then try to learn everything about it so he can have a fun conversation about it with you in the future.

He carries two handkerchiefs on him – one for him, one for you.

He’ll remember all your preferences, he likes studying people and you’re not an exception.

“No tomatoes right [Name]?” “Yeah, no tomatoes…”

Sorry, I just think the texture or just plain raw sliced tomatoes are icky.

If you get sick he will try to take a few days off so you can get better quickly, and if he can’t he’ll send you voice messages through one of his inventions complaining about his job not letting him take some days off.

If you are good at art, he’ll let you draw on him.

He’ll be really animated while telling you stories in hopes of getting some of your reactions.

If he sees someone else staring at you in public he’ll either ask you to get something in the opposite direction of that person or link pinkies with you.

Sometimes he’ll let you style his hair.

He’ll hold a staring contest with you just to have an excuse to stare at you.

Besides your name, he will call you things like ‘Dear’ and ‘Love’.

He will pick you up out of nowhere – and if you resist he will drag you around on the floor.

Dottore writes down everything about you, almost like a journal. It has stuff ranging from what you guys did that day to a list of your enemies.

He really tries to make time for you, but then he’ll act like he didn’t make time for you.

“Dottore, you’re home early.” “Yeah, it’s not like I came home early to see you or anything.” He said picking at his nails. You rolled your eyes “Really? Then I’ll be back later.” “Wait [Name] – come back!”

Honestly, Dottore really wants to be around you; he just likes having someone to be around that doesn’t hate him. Just try to be easy on him, he knows he’s shit at being genuine when communicating so just be patient – please.

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