#Atomic Blonde Imagine

[emmyspov]

Even a spy needs a home (David Percival x reader)

author's note: oh god i am so happy with this one! i was in such a writer's slump and got so upset already because i did want to use some of my free time to write and now i created this! i really think it's my favourite thing i have ever written and i thought i'd share it, even if the fandom is like- super small? anyway! english (still) isn't my first language & all mistakes are mine. pictures are from pinterest <3

warnings: a lot of cursing and swear words, stitches (done unprofessionally), a tiny bit of spicy flirting

word count: around 1.5k

You let out a comfortable sigh as you wrapped the blanket closer around your body, more than ready to go to sleep. Things have been absolutely crazy, and you were convinced that sooner, rather than later, history would be forever changed. People have been protesting and somehow, the spirit was different than ever before. You were sure: a revolution was coming – the wall would fall. Soon.

The frantic knocking at your front door was what pulled you out of your thoughts.

“The fuck-“

It was already dark outside, and the only light was provided by your little lamp on the nightstand to your left. Visitors at this hour were never a good thing, especially because you weren’t expecting anyone. Nevertheless, it seemed urgent.

You pulled a sweater over your head as you walked to the door, trying to get rid of the shivers that spread through your body.

You couldn’t help but huff as you opened it a crack after unlocking it: “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Can I come in? Please, I am hurt and- I don’t know where else to go.”

You pressed your lips together and crossed your arms. “Come in? You got some fucking nerve even showing up here.”

The man across from you tilted his head. “I thought you’d be excited to see me.”

“Excited? After the thing you pulled off last time? Fuck off, David.”

He furrowed his brows. “What I- What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play coy”, you muttered as you pointed your finger at him, “I am not dumb.” A huff left your lips, “Well, now that I think about it, maybe I am. After all, I thought this was something special between us. You told me I was different from the rest. It’s my own fault I believed that.”

His eyes never left yours as he spoke up, “Y/N, you are special. Whatever happened, I am sorry, but I didn’t do it. You must believe me, please.” David grabbed onto the doorframe and rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand. “Let me come in and we can talk about this.”

“Talk? Sure. And then you’re gonna set me up again, sending God knows who after my ass.” You straightened your back. “I can’t fucking believe you. Who was it? MI6? KGB? Maybe even the Stasi?”

The spy’s eyes widened. “What? What the fuck are you talking about?”

You clenched your fists and took a deep breath. “I am talking about the men who busted down my door an hour after you left and who completely tore this place apart.” Suddenly, your sweater was not enough to keep the shivers away. 

David’s demeanor changed. “Did they hurt you?” His voice dropped an octave, sounding almost threatening if you didn’t know him.

You shrugged, “They were a little rough when they grabbed me, but other than that-“ You shook your head.

He breathed out and fished a cigarette out of the pocket of his coat. “Fuck, angel, I- I would never do that, okay? I know, I talk a lot of shit, but I am serious about this. I care about you, I wouldn’t risk your safety, I swear.”

It was getting harder to pretend you didn’t miss him. “Then who would?”

David gritted his teeth and took a long drag from his cigarette. “Fucking Satchel. Found my only weak spot and-“ He shook his head. “I’ll take care of this, I promise, I-“ He stopped himself from leaning in to kiss you and instead grabbed his bags again, turning around on the spot to walk away.

“David?” He turned to face you again, raising his right eyebrow. “You can also take care of- whatever this is after a home cooked meal, a warm bath and a good amount of sleep.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fully opened the door. “Come in.”

The agent let out a huge breath and briefly bowed his head before looking up at you again. “Thank you.”

You watched him silently as he walked into your living room, letting his bag fall to the floor before he sat down on your sofa while you hung up his coat.

He grinned at you when you stood across from him, first aid kit in your hands: “Is that my sweater you’re wearing?”

You looked down your body, internally cursing yourself for not checking what sweater you put on. You chose to ignore the heat in your cheeks. “You said you got hurt?”

David pursed his lips and rubbed his eyes. “My shoulder, it’s- it looks bad, but it just needs a few stitches, I think. Can you do that for me?”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, “I can put a band aid on you and give you a pain killer, I cannot do stitches, David!”

He clicked his tongue. “I’ll guide you.”

And that’s exactly what he did. For the next forty-three minutes, the agent told you what to grab and how to use it. After removing his shirt and cleaning the wound, you got to work. “I’m sorry”, you whispered when you started to pierce through his skin, but he didn’t even flinch.

“It’s fine, angel, you’re doing great.” 

The rest of the stitches were done in silence, and you finished the little patching up session with a kiss to his upper back. “All done. I’ll just put a bandage on you, yeah?” You didn’t even wait for an answer and simply followed through with your statement, letting your fingertips gently run down his back when you were done. “Can I run you a bath?”

“That depends”, David smirked, “Are you going to join me?”

And just like that, his smug and sassy usual self was back.

You shook your head with a smile, “No, I will fix you a plate of food. But you take all the time you need. There’s a blue towel you can use.”

He got up without a word, but not before he kissed your forehead and brushed through your hair. This interaction almost felt like- no. David Percival did not do relationships.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but when David joined you in the kitchen, his hands weren’t stained with blood anymore and he looked almost peaceful, if a little tired.

You pointed to a chair at the table and watched him sit down before you put down a plate of casserole in front of him.

“It’s from yesterday which makes it taste even better”, you mused while you grabbed your cup of tea so you could sit down across from him. But David didn’t start eating. Instead, his gaze was fixed on you.

“I’m fucking horrible when it comes to this emotional stuff, but I need you to know that I do love you.” You opened your mouth to say something, only to close it again. “I never planned to love you, not like this.” David cleared his throat and leaned back against his chair. “You weren’t supposed to be more than just another lover, perfect to have some fun with every once in a while, but for fuck’s sake, it’s like your kindness corrupted me in the best way possible.”

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, but he just kept going. “Your softness rubbed off on me and my heart.” David licked his lips. “You make me want to quit all of this shit, live a normal life.”

His hand carefully settled on top of yours as if he was afraid to touch you. “Even a spy needs a home, and you are mine. I want to hug you and kiss you and make you happy. Only you. No more one-night-stands, no more lies.”

His words had knocked the air out of your lungs and you were struggling to come up with something that could deliver your own emotions, so you did the only thing you knew he’d understand. 

Your chair creaked as you stood up and you walked over to the British man, carefully sitting down in his lap. His hands settled on your hips like it was the most natural thing in the world, making you smile. You held your breath when you leaned even closer to him, your gaze flickering from his lips back to his piercing blue eyes.

“Welcome home, David”, you breathed and closed the gap between you with a gentle force. He hummed into the kiss and his grip on you tightened, making you dizzy with happiness.

Before things could get too heated though, you carefully brought some distance between the two of you and stood up. A whine escaped David’s lips and you chuckled, caressing his cheek. “You gotta eat first. Then we can continue this, love.”

“Lucky fucking me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and sat back down in your own chair, watching the agent dig into the food. His eyes met yours.

“It’s good to finally be home.”

#david percival x reader #david percival #atomic blonde #atomic blonde imagine #80s #1989 #emmy writes

[sawyerconfort]

enjoy the silence | lorraine broughton x fem! reader

I am back! Finally, I hope you didn't mind my disappearance. I decided to take a little break from the stories because I felt like I really needed to rest, and I was running out of creativity. I also went traveling this weekend and didn't have time to write as I had planned, but anyway, I'm back and that's what matters!

As I said in the previous post, I will be focusing this week on writing multifandom oneshots, and maybe an ask or two will be answered over the weekend, so those of you who sent in asks, please be patient with me, as always!

Well, taking into account the lack of stories about her, and taking into account that in the last few weeks I gained a boost of obsession with Charlize Theron, let's do a oneshot with Lorraine!

This is fem!reader, but if you feel comfortable adjusting your pronouns in it as you read, feel free!

Enjoy!

Requests open!

*Atomic Blonde is such a badass movie, oh gosh, I can't!*

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Premise: As you tend to Lorraine's wounds, some things become crystal clear between you. Things that had apparently been kept secret for a long time…

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You were used to being alone after all the other male members left. It was your most precious moment of peace, when none of them were making fun of you or making sexual comments about you. It was the only time, as one of the top MI6 officials, when you could be silent, focusing on things other than missions, The List or anything else that risked your life.

Turns out that night, it was different. You were concentrating on an electrifying chapter of your science fiction book, when you heard the door slamming loudly. A low, whispered curse and you turned, taking the book out of your eyes to look at who it was.

The thing is, you never took the time to talk to her personally and properly. Lorraine Broughton was one of MI6's most gifted and well-known spies, and newcomers joked that she had been with them since their beginnings in the Stone Age.

Someone of extreme importance like Lorraine apparently didn't have time to listen to your bullshit.

Your eyes met and she took off the black collar that covered her mouth, her platinum hair giving extreme emphasis to her scarred face.

"Good evening, agent (Y\LN), I thought there was no one here."

Hell, she knew your last name! How was that possible?

"I was just leaving, Lorraine, don't worry," you said, trying to sound at least reasonable so as not to cause a fuss with her. But then, as soon as you got up, you noticed her ripped pants, a hideous trickle of blood running down one part of her leg, and her face streaked with red streaks and very swollen.

She looked back at you, the weight of those pale eyes taking over you, and then, your voice was categorical, hoping she wasn't going to dump your ass, not this time.

"Need some help tending to those wounds? They look pretty bad…"

She looked at you, and with the same restful face, she shook her head. "Don't waste your time, I'm fine. It happens all the time."

"Lorraine, your leg is bleeding. We better look into this."

"Don't worry, (Y\N), go home, I can take care of myself."

You chuckled, already being aware of her stubbornness. Lorraine was good when she wanted to outsmart someone in an interrogation, especially the guys in the company, but you weren't interrogating her this time, so she didn't have to act so defensive.

Deciding not to let her go without tending to her wounds, you hurried out and opened one of the cupboards in the cold, dark corridor of the office. The sound of the creaking door obviously got Lorraine's attention because everything was extremely loud in that dark office. Grabbing a first-aid kit, which was only used in emergencies by high-ranking men, you pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit down.

"I already told you I'm fine, (Y\N), I can take ca-"

"Sit down, please." You didn't mean to sound domineering, but it was unavoidable.

Lorraine rolled her eyes and sat up, legs spread, not intending to cross them. She wasn't going to make the job easy for you, but of course it wasn't a problem anymore. You opened the first aid kit and took out some gauze, cotton and bandages.

"Please, let's not turn this whole thing into a moment of silence, if you want, tell me how you managed the feat of getting all screwed up…", you said, gently swiping the cotton wool over her eyes and lips. , cleaning the blood.

Lorraine gasped and pressed her lips together, feeling the pain of the contact. "Are you sure you work for a spy team, (Y\N)?" You rolled your eyes as she took a deep breath. "It was a chase. Several guys shooting. One of them threw me on the glass table and I ended up cutting myself… not new to me, really."

You continued to gently dab cotton and gauze over the bruises, and her clear, intimidating eyes never left her face as you did so. It was even uncomfortable to look at, such beauty, staring back at you as if it were something normal.

"And how are the guys doing?" you asked curiously, determined to keep her distracted - and to keep you distracted too.

"Dead, I guess. It's not news to me either, they would keep chasing me if they lived and I needed to get rid of them to save my skin…"

You nodded, at the same time that you bent down to get some ointment from the first aid kit and began to run your fingers along Lorraine's injured leg, the blood still very fresh where the glass had probably been stuck. She's lucky she didn't hemorrhage, you thought absently.

"Is that really necessary?!", Lorraine exclaimed, pulling you out of her thoughts, her voice very firm and a hiss of discomfort escaping her lips.

"Unless you want to catch a bacteria, maybe," you replied in the same tone. She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Okay, okay, you call the shots," she snapped. "Look, it's actually really weird that we've never crossed paths, (Y\N), you seem to know what you're doing."

You nodded, getting up, closing the ointment and putting it back in the first aid kit, as you sat on the edge of Lorraine's chair, her legs keeping your body steady.

"It's hard to come across an agent that the boys keep like a precious jewel inside a password safe…"

She laughed again, and only then did you stop to notice that her smile was beautiful. Your heart missed a beat, but you didn't know if it was envy or some much deeper feeling… And before you knew it, you pushed those thoughts away, afraid of the answer.

Whatever the case, Lorraine Broughton was not the type of person you thought was ideal for the type of person you were. Not as friendship. You could only support yourself within the walls of offices, and despite being called an agent, you were afraid to even fly a plane.

"Is it over yet?", she woke you up from your thoughts again, looking at you with a playful smile. "Yeah, it wasn't so bad after all."

"Yeah, but that's because the bad part starts now!", you said, holding the bandages, which were those children's animal bandages. "You can choose between the giraffe bandages, or the flower bandages, you call the shots, Lorraine."

The smile faltered on your lips as she frowned, clearly confused and uncomfortable, not sure if it was a joke or not.

"Seriously?" she said in disbelief. "Who let the guys buy this?"

You shrugged. "Make a choice, Lorraine."

"I'd rather go without bandages."

"Ah, come on! You're going to make a childhood dream come true! Your inner child is crying out for it, go ahead, choose one!"

"Okay, the giraffe one then.", Lorraine said, in a monotone voice, as if she knew she would regret it the moment she left the office and walked down the street. You laughed, calmly sticking the bandages on her wounds and caressing the skin with your fingers, to fix them better.

That took Lorraine by surprise. Until then, she hadn't known that she could feel that same electricity from a simple touch. She looked back at you, and allowed herself to relax as you finished gluing them all together. At the end, you noticed her look and bit your lip, also caught off guard, completely embarrassed.

"You're free, Lorraine. Now you can even take off the bandages while I'm not looking, I know you're going to do that…", you said, joking, just to ease the tension. But it didn't help much.

Her eyes were too bright in the dim light, and that perfect, even bruised face that looked as if it had been sculpted by angels only made it worse. You were extremely tense and nervous around her, and not in your best dreams, did you imagine that you would feel this way with Lorraine, when you saw her.

"Thank you, (Y\N). And I'm sorry, I think I've been quite rude to you in the meantime, you just wanted to help me get better."

"I don't mind, I'm used to agents' patience…", you laughed again. And he got up, going to put the suitcase back in the closet and close it properly, so that none of the others would notice that you had even touched it.

Lorraine was still staring at you when you looked back at her, and a smile graced her interested expression.

"How long have you been working with us, (Y\N)?", she asked, her deep voice dropping to almost a whisper in the silence between you.

You stopped to think, to remember, to count on your fingers, as you went back and sat in the small space of her chair, as before. Not to tease her, it's just because that was her usual chair and you had this habit of taking possession of things.

"A few months. Five, I think… I'm not good with numbers and dates…", you explained, laughing. Lorraine nodded. "Before you ask, this definitely wasn't the plan since I was a kid, but it seemed to me that I had a knack for it when I had my first experience here, so… yeah, maybe it was nice to get this job."

Lorraine nodded again. "And are you happy here?"

"I think so. I'm sure I do, actually. I don't think I fit in anywhere else right now, honestly."

"That's good, this work is not very easy, there are few people who manage, in the natural order of things, to stay for so long."

Lorraine was still looking at you, and nervousness was still very much present in her body language as she did so.

"And do you have… a boyfriend, (Y\N)?"

You frowned, caught off guard.

"Sorry, that was a weird question."

"No, I don't have a boyfriend", you replied, shaking your head. "It wasn't a weird question, you're just trying to get to know me better…"

Lorraine nodded again, scratching her forehead and looking at you, intent on knowing more. "And are you looking for someone? Or are you completely focused on work right now?"

"Ah, MI6 is my life, yes, but I wouldn't mind breaking that routine to find someone I can share my days with, you know…"

Lorraine looked away, and oddly enough, you noticed that there was a flush in her cheeks. Now, that was something you would never have thought to see, not in Lorraine Broughton.

"You say "someone", so… is someone really someone?"

"Are you asking me about my sexuality?"

Lorraine shrugged. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

"No, I don't have a problem with that, I… I'm open to experimenting, actually. I want something that takes me off my feet, and makes me see whether or not it's worth risking everything."

Lorraine nodded again and her eyes glued to your lips. The tension became even more palpable between you, and when she took the opportunity that you were close to pull you close, seeing that you were going to fall out of the chair if you went any farther back, her inner will spoke louder and she kissed you, absolutely nothing, without expecting you to respond.

If it was someone else, you would have walked away and slapped that person across the face, but that didn't happen with Lorraine. You were so surprised when she kissed you that you just responded. She thought maybe that would ease the tension of the moment, that it would make it easier for you to talk, and she was so beautiful it was impossible to resist.

She was the one who pulled away first, gasping for air, and she opened her clear, beautiful eyes to look at you, her hand hesitating between your hip and your leg.

"Sorry, I really don't know why I did that, I…" she started, but you cut her off, your index finger on her wet lips.

"No, that's fine, I enjoyed it… and actually… I think I'd like to do it again, if you don't mind…"

She laughed and kissed you again, this time letting the moment flow by itself, last as long as it should. You were being drawn, like magnets, to each other's lips, and now it was impossible to break the contact. Lorraine's charm didn't help either, and she ended the kiss after a few seconds with a peck on your cheek.

"Well, I better get going now that you don't need me…" you said, feeling all awkward and embarrassed. Lorraine got up and let go of your hips, and just as you were about to walk through the door, she called out her name.

"Don't you want a ride home, (Y\N)? I think it's too late for us to walk alone…", her voice was full of ulterior motives, and as much as you would love to take things easy, have the chance of a lifetime with Lorraine Broughton made you want to find out where this was going to go.

To be honest, you were under the impression that you wouldn't regret it.

#lgbt #romance #oneshot #imagine #atomic blonde #lorraine broughton x reader #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #angst #fluff #i was thinking about doing this with a smut but i changed my mind #i mean i'm not too good at smuts and i didn't want to mess this up #lorraine broughton is so daddy coded it's such a crime #wish she was my spy girlfriend btw

[sere-rine]

~My Magnet~

Atomic Blonde Fan-fiction Imagine. (Lorraine Broughton x Fem Reader.) Summary: Lorraine came back to Y/n after leaving her suddenly to do some work in Berlin. Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Possessiveness..

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<GIF NOT MINE>

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“Let’s head home.” Agent Kurzfield say to Lorraine once she takes her seat on the plane.

“Yes, home.” She said and flashes of her and Y/n suddenly flooded her mind. Their memories together, all the nights you are tangled together under her blanket and the way she would snaked her arms around your waist every time she gets a chance. 

Lorraine is an MI6 agent so love is not something she expects her life to have. But with Y/n, she just can’t help but be protective over the woman. She wants to spend all her free time with you and tell you how special you are to her. 

But now, she don’t know how to face you since she left you with nothing after an intimate night. She can’t help but be hopeful that in those almost three weeks she’s away, you would forgive her, well if you can’t, she’s going to give it her all to make you accept her in your life again. 

“So what are you going to do once we’re home?” The agent ask Lorraine and she sighed. 

“A lot.”

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Lorraine is now at her place and she found it clean, not even a dust. You are not in her bed nor in any corner of the room. She slumped at the couch and is convince that you are certainly not happy when she left. On the top of the storage of shoes beside her front door she found a set of key in a keychain. She heave a sigh and went to her closet. It’s your keys that she gave you, so you can just enter the flat whenever you want. 

She’s rummaging through her closet trying to find a clothes that is yours. She found one. A long sleeve dress that is black and white stripes. (The one on the GIF)

She takes a sip of alcohol and pulled the telephone to her. She punched your number and waited for your answer. 

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“Y/n, a call for you!” Your friend shouted from your bedroom. You looked up and head upstairs to answer it.

“Get out now will you? You need to give that clothes back Serena, i’m not kidding!” You said after putting the telephone on your ear, and your friend just laughed and yelled ‘Right, right!’

“Hello?” You said after your friend closed the door. You didn’t hear anyone on the other side so you asked again.

“Uhm, Hello? Who is this?” After that you waited for a second and looked at the telephone. Maybe Serena was just pranking you so you decided to drop the call. You are about to, but you heard a someone talked.

“I missed your voice.” Your breath hitched. You always thought that she just used you since you just met in a club. Have one intimate night and never thought that it’ll continue. You practically lived with her for a week and then for almost three weeks ago she left you with not a note nor anything. You waited for her that day but she never showed up. Every once a week you’ll come back to check on her, thinking she’s already home but she is not. You cleaned her condo and left the keys not wanting to come back again after three times.

And now she’s back but you don’t know what to feel. “Lorraine?” you asked even though you already know. That deep voice? You will never forget it, for it always bring goosebumps into your body. 

“Yes baby, it’s me.” She said and out of panic you drop the call. You bring the phone back to it’s place on the wall and looked at it. You waited for it to ring again. If it’s really Lorraine, she will call again. Seconds past and it didn’t so you release the breath that you unconsciously holds and sits at the edge of the bed. 

You flinched when the telephone rings and you run into it. You hold it first but you decided to answer it. “Hello?” You asked.

“It’s me, please don’t drop the call anymore babe.” She said and you can’t help but scoff at her. 

“God, where have you been? You left me and then you’re just gonna talked to me on the phone and say ‘I missed your voice?’ huh?” You said with building anger on you, and a mocking voice.

“Well it’s true. It’s true and i’m so sorry.” She said in a soft voice that you can’t help but melt at her apology. But you shrugged your thoughts. You are supposed to be mad at her. “I went to work. They needed me.” You rolled your eyes at her even though you know she can’t see it.

“Whatever, why did you call? What do you need?” You spat at the phone. You're not fuming anymore because now you know that she's safe. Your worries dissipates and relaxed feelings overcame you. But you know it’s just for now. You don’t know how you will react when you actually sees her, but that thought will be for next time.

"I need you." She told you and you just laughed.

"Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine. You don't need me. You want me." She paused for a second but continued.

"Wanting you is shallow, but needing you is something that I don't want to but I. can't. help." You pursed your lips and ended the call. You can't fall for that. She left you like that once, most likely, she'll do it again. You left your room even though you can hear the phone rings.

Serena entered your room without you noticing because she likes your mirror more than on her room. You continue to prepare the ingredients you need for your dinner. Serena caught your attention after she's finished "Y/n, are you going to go out later?” She asked you out of the blue.

“Nope, I’m staying in.” You said to her without even looking at her. She swiped her keys from the counter and hung her jacket onto her one arm.

"Ok, then I have a parcel that's going to arrive so, will you wait for it?" She asked and you just nodded at her.

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Hours passed and it's already dinner. You expect for Serena to join you so you prepared dinner for two. Exactly after you placed the last fork, someone rings the doorbell and you looked at the door out of instinct. Serena should just enter because you saw her get her keys.

You walked your way to the front door and you peeked at the peephole and saw a blonde woman who surely knows how to surprise you every fucking time.

You sighed and proceeded to open the door while your eye is rolling. "What are you doing here Lorraine?" You said in a monotone voice with a hint of irritation.

"Dinner." She said after she puts her shades out of her eyes and there you saw and remembered the feeling of her looking at you. The way she sent chills all over your body whenever her blue orbs were pierced at yours is something that you really missed no matter how hard you deny it.

"Sorry I prepared only for two people steak dish."

"Good, Serena told me your address." She uttered and I heave a sigh again. Of course it's her. She set you up and you shouldn't be surprised anymore.

"Yes, right, so you've talked to her?" You asked after stepping aside to let her in for you don't have any choice now. After a week of being with her, you knew already that she'll insist her way when it comes to you. 

“Yeah, on the phone earlier she answered it. She sounds nice.” She muttered lowly but enough for you to hear. She’s busy scanning the whole room and you guide her into the bar place where you prepared the dinner and waited for her to sit down while you’re already sat.

“Well I guess let’s eat.” You said after she sat down. The whole time you and her didn’t speak but you can feel and see in her peripheral vision that she keeps glancing towards you or the room. For you it’s awkward but for her you don’t know, being quiet is one of her specialty. Well that silence between the two of you was broken by her after dinner while you’re busy washing the dishes. She’s facing you and leaning the counter while you’re back is on her. You can smell the smoke that she’s puffing and you can’t help but feel the nostalgic feeling of being with her on that short amount of time. This feels like the same but you know it’s not.

“So Serena, she’s your friend huh?” She asked and you just answered her with a ‘hmm’. “Just your friend?” She continued and that’s when she got your attention. You turned off the faucet, dropped the spoons that you’re currently washing,wiped your hands and faced her.

“Yes, and so what if she’s more than just a friend?” You questioned her. 

“Nothing, it’s just, I hope you know you’re mine.” Your eyes widen at her sudden possessiveness over you and that made you laugh sarcastically.

“Wow, you came here to say that?” You fixed your posture and because she’s leaning on her back, your height are just the same. “After you left without even a notice, nor note?”

“It’s because of my job.” She casually said and it makes you mad now.

“I don’t even know your job. Haha, it’s so funny how much is your effect on me and all I know is the shallow things about you.” You said and puts your hand into your head.

“You does the same to me.” You looked up at her and her gaze is as piercing as ever.

“You know what I think? I think i’m just the woman who caught your fucking attention on that fucking bar, i’m just someone you found lovely because I submit to you better than anyone you had ever met and i’m just the woman who you think you can fucking use and fucking leave whenever you want to.”

“Don’t put words into my mouth. I have been through a lot just to see you again.” You seemed so high that you can’t even hear and comprehend what she’s saying. At the moment your vision is dark and all you want is to burst.

“If I let you in, into my life again and the heaven above knew how much I want to do that, who knows what more you can do? Who knows how much pain you can inflict to someone like me?” She was about to say something since she puts out her cigarette and also straightened her posture and now she’s looking down on you, but you ignored all of that and continue your outburst.

“I have been used physically and emotionally more than I have eaten and add this too much pain and too much torture. I am so fucking tired of my life. So don’t you ever say I’m yours if you don’t plan on keeping me.” You spat, you didn’t notice how your hands are on your head scratching you scalp and your breaths are now fast and deep. That’s where she stepped towards you and hold your wrists in between her and you. 

Your having a panic attack and she doesn’t know what to do. Your thoughts are spiraling and she can’t think of a better way to calm you down other than to crashed her lips into yours. Your eyes widen at the sudden contact, your heartbeat seems to relax now that you’re back into your senses. “Fuck you.” You whispered at her.

“No, fuck you!” She hissed that left your mouth wide open. 

“Fuck you for thinking i’m only using you. You can’t stay into my condo for a week when i’m only using you.” You are speechless at her words and she’s not yet finish. 

“I have this dangerous job and I can’t guarantee my safety, but i’ll guarantee yours. I will sacrifice the whole fucking world for you and I felt that with just a week with you. What more when I spend the rest of my days with you?” You are about to say something but she puts her index finger into your lips to shut you up.

“Shh, and for your fucking information, I don’t just plan on keeping you because Y/n fucking L/n, you are in my fucking dreams. How the hell can you do that? So don’t you ever doubt me.”

“I can’t help but doubt you Lorraine and you can’t blame me. One day you just pop out of nowhere, bought me a drink, fuck me, spend a week with me and then left me. That’s not so assuring. In just a short moment, you managed to squirm your way into one of the unforgettable person in my life that I don’t wanna lose.” You spoke lowly, clearly tired.  

“I am in the middle of my work and all I can think about is you. Like you said, in just a short moment you managed to become my magnet. My job is so fucking vicious and time demanding. I may not came back for days, weeks, months, or years, but know that i’ll always come back to you. I want you to be the one waiting for me when I get home because you are better than most rewards and salaries I can get.”

You looked into her eyes to see any hint of falseness but no, she is so genuine that is overwhelming for you. You have never been looked at the way she’s gazing into your eyes. You can’t help it but close the small distance you two have. 

Your kiss is slow and passionate. You pour into this kiss all the feelings that you can’t voice out at her. Her one hand is gripping your waist, and the other one tapped your thigh. You jumped and wrapped your legs around her waist and she placed you into the kitchen counter. You made out like some horny teenagers now that both of your kisses are fiery and hungry. 

You pulled away after seems like forever and she used this opportunity not to stop but continue to ravish you down into your neck. You can’t help but moan at the feeling of her hands under you shirt, one groping your left breast and one caressing your right outer thigh. She bit and suck you all over your necks. You’re sure you’ll leave this kitchen counter with a lot of marks by her. 

“Lorraine, t-the d-dishes, ahh, hmm, I- i need to finish-” You didn’t get a chance to end your sentence because of her lips came back into your mouth.

“That dishes ain’t gonna run baby girl. And yes don’t worry, you’ll finish before this day ends.” She said and hungrily dive down into your neck again. She lift you off the counter and made her way into your bedroom, while you’re busy quietly gasping and moaning her name. Her blonde hair is now a mess because of your hold into it but she doesn’t care, neither of you did.

“Serena... Serena might b-be home any minute.” You said after she lays you in bed. She’s now sitting on your stomach and she removed her shirt. You can see her almost naked top part of her body. She’s is still with her brassiere and you are already drooling over her. The way your eyes scan her body, builds ego inside of her.

“Oh don’t worry, she’s safe on her friends’ house. No one is gonna disturb us tonight. I’m all yours, and you. Are. All. Mine.” You take a gulp and brace your self, for this is gonna be a long night. 

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[slutforsilverfoxes]

Imagine…

BAU!reader being married to Hotch but keeping her maiden name in the field to avoid assumptions and judgment. The team knows, obviously, but then a former colleague of Aaron’s from the Seattle office happens to be in town for a conference and wants to catch up over a drink. You can’t help but tease him, of course:

“Knock, knock,” you murmur, leaning against the doorway to your husband’s office. With a glance at your watch, you ask, “Y’gonna be late for your date?”

Aaron looks up at you with a frown before returning his attention to his case file and mumbling, “Not a date.”

“Mm, my apologies,” you respond with a twitch of your lips as you approach his desk. You lean your elbows on the dark wood and rest your chin in your open hands. Batting your eyelashes, you amend, “It’s a meeting betwixt old coworkers.”

Aaron rises from his chair, pressing his fists against the desk opposite you and positively towering over your smaller stature. He meets your fiery gaze with equal defiance, then leans forward to press a kiss to your lips and murmurs, “Are you our resident Reid while he’s with his mom? Who says ‘betwixt’?”

“Oh, shut up, nerd,” you taunt back between kisses of your own. “You collected coins; I played Scrabble. Now get going! Can’t leave a lady waiting for the Aaron Hotchner.”

—————

But WAIT! There’s more! Said agent gets a call while they’re out for a drink and asks Aaron and the BAU for help on a new case. Naturally, you all have to fly to Seattle together…

“Mama, you know this cabin is pressurized, right?” Derek teases with a nudge of your shoulder.

You mumble back around a sip of coffee, “Yeah, so?”

“So if you glare any harder, you’re gonna burn a hole through the jet and we’re all gonna die up here.”

Emily snorts out a laugh and you steal a Cheeto from JJ’s snack (for which you’re met with a stern, “Hey!”) to throw at her. Emily collects the offensive projectile from her lap and pops it into her mouth with a ferocious chomp in your direction, receiving an, “Oh, bite me, Prentiss,” in response.

“Just find a way to slip in that you’re married,” JJ counsels, moving the bag out of your reach to avoid further retaliation.

“Or accidentally fall into his lap. Turbulence can be nasty, you know,” Emily offers as a follow up.

“Like that?” you deadpan, jutting your chin toward the scene at the back of the jet. Aaron and Agent Brandt are over by the coffee, and she’s just steadied herself using your husband’s broad shoulder.

“Or,” Derek counteroffers, tugging at the chain around your neck that holds your wedding and engagement rings while you’re out in the field, “put this rock on and go claim your man!”

“This is dumb. I’m being dumb,” you grumble, flipping open the case file and burying your head in it. “Can we get back to talking about this sociopath and not my high school-esque jealousy?”

“What’s happening? Did I miss anything?” Garcia’s blonde curls bounce up on the monitor before your group, ready for the next installment of this evidently riveting saga.

“Nothing is happening, Pen,” you respond with a sharp look her way, “and y’all need to get out more. Watch a romcom or something if you need some angst.”

“You all completely suck,” Penelope sighs dramatically. “My cup runneth empty in my lair!”

“Then go get yourself another cappuccino, baby girl,” Derek answers smoothly with that dazzling smile of his, perched on the armrest of your seat.

You feel his presence before you hear his voice, every atom in your body suddenly on high alert and keenly aware of everything that is Aaron. “Hey.”

You look up at him with an easy smile, determined to not let your unwarranted bitterness reflect on your work. “What’s up, Hotch?”

He squats down in the aisle beside you so he’s not looming over you and brushes his knuckles across your cheek in an uncharacteristically tender touch, given your current audience. “Do you have that travel bottle of Advil? Brandt may have been overzealous with the margaritas last night.”

“Yeah, it’s… in the side pocket of my bag,” you answer, brow furrowed because he tossed it in there this morning to ward off your inevitable headaches during the coming late nights.

“You’re the best, honey,” he murmurs, standing halfway to press a kiss to your forehead before returning to his full height and going off in search of the pain killer.

“‘Overzealous with the margaritas’, huh?” Emily teases, then starts singing the viral song about just how many margaritas are needed to perform certain acts that shan’t be discussed in polite company.

From across the plane, Dave glances at Aaron who’s rummaging through the overhead luggage bin, then turns his attention to you with a knowing gaze. You avert your eyes, feeling a blush creeping across your cheeks, and settle back in your seat before flipping through the case file in front of you. “So crime scene photos would suggest we’re dealing with a disorganized killer…”

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But WAIT! There’s even more!

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[satoruhour]

LEGIT JUST DASHED HERE FKJAKJLASDFKJL

TA! Nanami won't leave my brain so pleaseeee 🥺just him assisting you with lab reports by eating you out

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(ANYTHING BUT) LAB HELP

a/n: icy you got me thinkin about my own TA and the failures in which i am too scared to cop him 😭😭😭 / this was purely fuelled by my own carnal need for nanami after last week’s episode because WHEEEEEWWW !

wc: 5.5k

warnings: fem!reader, TA!nanami, reader is a big simp for nanami but vice versa too, reader has long hair in this, slight age gap? since nanami is a TA (27 / 22), m! masturbation, fantasising, semi-public masturbation, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, little praise, degradation, use of ‘slut’, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

the first time your TA walked in, your jaw drops. with a face and body like that, he should rightfully be in the modelling industry, not teaching you about dissecting and suturing mice and looking at atoms under a microscope.

all you know is that nanami kento was just like every teaching assistant — attending lectures just like the rest of the students, taking down notes for his tutorial and lab sessions, answering curious emails from everyone — but every interaction you had with this man was anything but normal, or at least that’s what you felt.

you’ve never viewed someone in such a deranged and filthy way before: pulling on his blonde hair and taking off that hideous cheetah print tie and telling him to his face that wearing a full suit while teaching makes him insanely older than he actually is; and also maybe after that, to push him right down to your cunt where he’d eat you out like you deserve.

“i just don’t get why he needs to use a suit at twenty seven years old just to teach — you’re doing your masters, like calm down a little.” you mumble more to yourself than your friend, but she likes every juicy detail you have about this attractive TA you keep talking about even if you sound like you hate him with how much you talk about the damn suit all the time.

but your friend only knows that if you could get his trousers, suit jacket, tie and shirt off of him, you would in a blink of an eye.

“maybe he wants to impress.”

your mouth twists, “who? only person he should be impressing is me.”

it’s all in good fun, with the way you’re talking — in reality, you don’t know what you’d do if the opportunity really presented itself to you. gossip, your legacy (or shame) carried by mouth, expulsion from the university, there were countless of unfortunate things if you do decide to go for the teaching assistant meant purely to help students in better understanding the material.

but it wasn’t one-sided. all those glances you thought nanami was sending you weren’t imagined, nor was it because you thought he was squinting due to bad eyesight. he remembers your name from the first tutorial he taught you, caught you lingering around the lecture hall, helps you a little too much during lab sessions and every time, he’s inexplicably drawn to you and your aura.

“good afternoon, ladies,” the familiar deep and collected voice snaps you out of the conversation, heart beating a hundred miles. you were in no way prepared for this, but you’re grateful for even one meeting out of class. your friend is insufferable though — from your peripheral you can see her giving the two of you a sick grin, “any chance i could ask for directions to this particular room?”

that was another thing; nanami wasn’t from this university. having completed his degree in another, he took his masters in the one you’re attending, wanting a breath of fresh air from the four years of his time in kyoto. that’s what you remember from his introduction, amongst many other things: he liked neutral colours, he’s interested in the philosophy of aesthetics, and he loved bread.

“babe, i’m going to head off for a class,” lies. she had no classes today at all, “see you tomorrow!” she bows briefly to nanami who only shoots her a tender smile and you turn to the side to bite your fist. you’ve become good at containing your reactions, though.

“oh! nanami-san, of course. headed there for a class?”

what kind of stupid question is that? of course he w—

“i’m heading there for a seminar, actually, starts in about,” he checks his watch, “10 minutes. the uni invited an external professor to give a talk that merges both the philosophical aspects of questioning life alongside the functions of the body, sparking thoughts of science and philosophy. thought it’d be interesting.”

you swallow and you swear you can feel your core pulsing. hot, intelligent and always pushing the boundaries and capacity of learning? you could only thank the gods that it was a cooler day, not being able to do anything if you actually do melt into a puddle.

“y-yeah! yeah, i know where it is.” you don’t, but the rooms are usually lined up pretty nicely, and you know you would be able to guide him successfully without much trouble; but when you’re checking the seminar room, you realise that they may have changed venues.

“crap . . five minutes. nanami-san, do you think maybe they sent a follow-up email with the change in location?” you’re more on edge than nanami is because you usually don’t like to be late for anything, recalling the jumble of numbers and letters he showed you earlier and lining them with the label plates outside the room.

“uh— oh, shit. yeah, i might’ve shown you the wrong email.” your jaw drops when you see the new venue.

“that’s . . on the other side of campus, nanami-san.”

“how long will it take?”

you wince at the disappointment on his face, “if you take the campus bus, at least fifteen minutes.”

nanami’s understandably mad at himself for his own mistake, knowing he’d miss a good chunk of the talk whilst travelling there, but he’s distracted from his self-loathing — taken aback at the quickness in which you offer to drive him.

“uh . . it’s probably maybe eight minutes there by car. my car’s parked close by if you want a lift—”

and nanami thinks it’s simultaneously the perfect and terrible day to send his car to the mechanics and settle for public transport. perfect because he might accept your offer to be close to you, terrible because he would much rather you sit in the passenger sit of his car rather than the other way around.

nanami forgets to be modest in your presence, so he accepts it without a second beat and follows you in a jog to the parking lot. there are scattered vehicles, possibly belonging to professors and maybe students, and the both of you come to an everyday looking corolla.

“okay! unlocked. i’ll try to speed and get you there in four minutes.” nanami can only manage a soft thank you, touched by your generosity and even more drawn by the determination in your face. with a turn of the ignition key, the man clutches onto the seatbelt as you lurch forward with the acceleration, and then you’re taking off.

you’re not the best driver, driving past yellow lights and terrible at changing lanes, but you get the job done. coming to rest in front of the humanities block, you’re arriving with the seminar starting just two minutes ago, and nanami looks at you like you just moved the moon and stars for him.

“thank you, (y/n)-san, truly,” he’s out of breath, maybe a little shaken up from the drive but it’s nothing he isn’t used to (gojo sucks too), “how can i repay you?”

you shake your hand, “a-ah, no it’s nothing. it was just an eight minute drive compressed into four.”

“no, really, let me pay back the favour.”

you bit your lip — you can’t possibly say the thing that’s on your mind. he would report you, you would have to be kicked out, your future crumbling before your eyes — you go for the tamer request.

“lunch, one day, then.”

nanami smiles at you and you feel like it’s cupid shooting his shot straight into your heart. you hardly see the man, smile, ever, so to have a genuine one directed at you made you squeeze your thighs together. there’s hope bubbling in nanami’s heart when he sees the effect of his smile: a glint in your eye and the quickened breaths, he may have thought your thighs move, too, but he didn’t have the balls to glance down to the one place he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

“how ’bout right after the seminar?” fuck. you’re grinning now and you see a little of nanami’s teeth in an amused smile.

“sure, nanami-san,” adrenaline sends you reeling, eyes boring so tirelessly into his that you wish he’d understand all the things you want him to do to you. he peeks a quick glimpse of your lips as they lick it before unbuckling his seatbelt, popping open the passenger door to head out. your hand instinctively goes up to stop him, “or should i say . . passenger princess.”

that prompts a full grin out of your TA, who lets out an attractive chuckle before leaving from your car, “sure, whatever you want to call me.”

you’re driving away happily, kicking your feet once you’re parked in another car park and giggling to yourself. unbeknownst to you of the small little thing nanami says after, “although i’d like it if you call me yours.”

the spiral starts from there. it was approximately two hours — you have two hours of going back to the dorms to choose something you knew you looked good in while continuing to text your friend in excitement. it was chaos between the hours of eleven to one pm, rummaging through your closet to find something suitable. you went through many rounds of outfits and with each photo to your friend you were losing hope.

“‘let’s just stick with the first’?” you scoff loudly after reading out her feedback, typing out a reply to your friend. it sounded a little agitated but you can’t help but heart the message wishing you a good luck.

before you know it, you’re hearing a knock on the window, greeted with the very nice sight of his suit jacket now removed and his blue shirt rolled up at the sleeves. it’s like he’s heard your thoughts too because even his ugly tie is bundled up in his hand.

“the AC wasn’t working.” he simply explains, once he’s in the car and he appreciates your gesture of turning yours to the max. you let your eyes rake over his figure, the pull of his shirt that looks too tight for him and the lines of his forearms, before he finally gets settled in and begs your eye contact.

“bummer,” you click your tongue, “but well, any places you have in mind?”

you start the car, pulling out of the lobby and nanami playfully hums, “not going to listen to your passenger princess’ struggles? do you hate women perhaps?”

“nah, i’m a toxic man who doesn’t care about his girl’s life.” that draws a laugh out of nanami, who sinks more into the seat. he’s more relaxed here than in class, than in lectures and it’s a nice sight to behold.

he echoes your sentiment with a small smile, “bummer.”

you both settle on an eatery pretty easily, with nanami keeping his promise of paying for your lunch (you made sure to pay back just a little with some bread, though, because how does a simple car lift equate to a whole lunch?). he was everything you thought him out to be: insanely insightful and smart; on a more physical level, jacked with such a pretty voice to the point you let him ramble about the seminar. it was the most animated you’ve seen him act.

since then, he’s become more open to accepting food items and hangouts with his students, although they never really hit like the first lunch he’s had with you. it was detrimental to his teaching, really, even now where he glares at your lab partner who you’re laughing with. it makes his stomach turn with jealousy, even as you exchange nudges while completing your worksheets.

he figures he can’t do anything but wait for you to initiate, mind muddled with thoughts of you and the possibility you were just being a nice person from what you did before, until you’re interrupting him from his rage-fuelled cleaning of the lab with a tap to his shoulder.

“nanami-san?” the students have filed out by now, a shell of what used to be a lab full of students groaning at the innards of the rats they were cutting open and the whispers of confusion at how to sew them back up.

“what is it?” he turns around too fast, almost knowing over a beaker by accident and when his hand goes over to catch it, you stabilise it as well. your hand encases his, the both of you resisting the urge to smile while you try to remember the question you so desperately tried to think of; anything to just talk to him.

“this is about um . . last week’s experiment about gas chromatography.”

“yeah?” nanami leans against the table, arms crossed and all and suddenly looking too buff that you feel a little lightheaded. his eyes skim over your body, a tight fitting shirt that accentuates your tits whilst you have some yoga pants on and if he bent you over, he’s confident he can see your pussy lips from behind the fabric. he knows it’s because you had a yoga class this morning, because he’s too invested in your life and you willingly give him what he wants.

“if the two mixtures contained the same alcohols but filled up to different amounts, do you know a method via the gas chromatogram to distinguish between the two mixtures?”

“uhm—”

nanami looks collected but he is sweating, approached at such a random time that he doesn’t have time to prepare except stutter through his answer. you don’t notice how you’ve been stepping closer and closer to him, either, until you’re an inch from one another.

“oh! alright, that makes sense.”

“anything else?” your TA looks down at you, hands just itching to bring you in. the lab is so quiet, now, save for the shuffling feet of the students outside but thankfully the windows are opaque. you could probably hear a pin drop if it wasn’t for your hearts pounding so loudly in your chests. your finger twitches with your incomplete lab report.

“right— well, yes, i was asking if you c—”

“babe!” the lab door slides open at the same time your friend calls out to you and you cough in embarrassment. nanami only clears his throat as the two of you step away and your cheeks burn, and he has to loosen the tie around his neck just for a bit.

“you told me to wait for you outside, right? well you were taking too long and . .” the other only continues his ‘task’ of cleaning up, looking anywhere but your direction as she continues to ramble, but he doesn’t miss the look of recognition on your friend’s face.

she mouths to you— i’m so sorry for interrupting, before she has half a mind to say something out loud and you’re clasping your hand over her mouth and ushering her outside hurriedly.

“shush— okay, thanks mr. nanami-san!”

he only waves a hand in farewell, but as soon as the door closes he collapses onto the seat. with head in hands, his mind wanders to the proximity in which the two of you were engaged in and the very, very uncomfortable boner in his pants. he’s so big that everyone can probably see it, frozen in place as he gets a sick idea.

“yeah, i told you to wait for me but not to barge in like that— oh my god! you should go on the records for having the worst timing ever.” you aren’t entirely disappointed, but it did seem like a good opportunity. you’re partly glad, too, because your mind now feeds you countless scenarios of nanami’s expressions turning into disgust and shock.

“dang, i’m sorry, but we do have to get going if we want to make it in time for that cafe event.”

your mouth twists, “yeah, i guess so.”

“if it makes you feel better, maybe he’ll want you more after this interruption.” she winks and you shove her playfully.

“now, you’re just trying to justify your bad timing!”

in that short time, you’re unaware that nanami has unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard-on through the hole of his boxers, insanely hard and body burning with regret. “lord, forgive me.”

he imagines you propped up on the (clean) lab tables, feet on his shoulders as he eats you out from below, or even hitting it from the back as he “helps” you with your lab report in the dorm, knowing damn well you won’t get anything done, or maybe even your mouth full of his throbbing cock sucking him off as he teaches.

nanami strokes his length in the empty lab room, knowing there wasn’t any classes any time soon from how often he’s looked at the timetables. there, he simply pumps himself under the table, biting at his shirt sleeves to muffle his grunts that he drools. it drops to the table, but he’s caring not one bit, because the feel of his hands just feel too good against him and the images of you only get lewder and lewder.

“s-shit . .” nanami swears quietly, hoping the slickness of his pre-cum doesn’t give him away, squeezing and moving his hands faster along his cock. his tip’s so sensitive — what would your mouth or pussy feel like? would you have let him rip your tights and fuck you silly just now? his hips are bucking into his hands, now, thinking of turning your sweet, sweet smile into something of pure sex, and before he knows it, he’s shooting his load onto the floor with a loud groan, thumbing his tip shakily. nanami’s breaths are ragged, guilt burning him alive while he washes his hand at the sink beside the tables and crouches to the floor, cleaning up after himself — nanami definitely wouldn’t be able to face you after this.

he was right. his mind was flooded with you in obscene positions and your saccharine voice twisted into moans and whines, he wonders if you taste as good as the pineapple juice he had the other day. even in tutorials, the students were wondering why the AC was turned up so high, because one glance from you made him hot and bothered. he liked to book it straight out of class, too, directing all questions to his email which he highlights very clearly in his slides, muttering something about being on a tight deadline with his thesis for his masters, but it’s never that serious — he’s usually heading back to quell the uncomfortable boner in his pants.

“prof? nanami-san?” you knew you’d find him in here in the professor’s office, probably going over lesson plans. your professor only shoots you a friendly greeting as nanami turns in his chair, he’s always happy to see his students while nanami swallows when you’re back in your yoga getup. it’s been a week, already?

“need anything, (y/n)?”

“oh, i need more of nanami-san, since it’s relating to my lab reports.” your professor usually conducted lab sessions, but nanami was the one to help with the reports, conveying the information of what to write and whatnot; well, it was also easier to talk someone who isn’t so intimidating and cool as your professor.

“kento, help me lock up after you’re done, alright?” your professor throws him the keys and you stifle a laugh at the way he stumbles out the door, “going home early to the wife, ahah . . guess i’m falling for her over again.”

that draws a laugh from both of you, bidding him goodbye with a smile on your faces before the mood turns tense again, and nanami looks up at you from his chair. you take him in: the manspread, the head tilt, the intentional (but you don’t know that) deep voice.

“yes, (y/n)?”

you gulp, remembering what your friend said — keep eye contact, slowly walk up to him, keep your voice nonchalant — it was easier said than done.

“cat got your tongue?”

you sputter and exclaim, “no— no i’m okay. i just wanted to ask about the alcohols used in the experiment last week.”

“ah, you’re still on that?”

his tone is laced with a slight disdain, possibly from how much he hates how you make him feel, coming in here to ask about your stupid lab report when he know you’re a bright student who hardly needs any help, coming in here like the two of you don’t want each other.

“y-yes, nanami-san.”

he stands and easily towers over you. from here, you can see his broad shoulders take up his shirt as he walks you back, buttons unbuttoned to reveal a bit of skin. you feel like prey being cornered, but nanami still has some sense of chivalry when he wraps an arm around your waist to prevent you from hitting the frosted glass door.

“mind telling me why your lab report from over two weeks ago is taking so long to be completed?”

reality seeps in for just a moment and his hand removes itself, hovering just over your body, “we still . . have a week to finish it up, nanami-san . .”

your TA takes a deep breath and you think that maybe that was the wrong answer, but all nanami does is step even closer to you and your hands have no choice but to rest on his toned chest. he can only hope no one can see your figure when you’re pressed flat against the frosted glass, but he knows this part of the uni is a little deserted this late in the afternoon.

“that’s not wrong . .” his voice is down to a whisper, closing his eyes for a moment when your hands travel over his chest. when he opens them again, they’re more than just the pretty, hazel ones you like to fantasise about, stained with a darker sort of lust that involves taking you, even if it meant doing it in the professor’s office. “but you’re always submitting it pretty early on, aren’t you? what changed, hm?”

you can feel his breath on your lips, wishing he would just take the first step because frankly, your pussy is throbbing and your body is already leaning into him even without his hand on your back. it feels natural like that.

“i got distracted.”

nanami’s breath moves from your lips to your neck, and you cheer in your head as he plants a gentle kiss there, but it’s not quite what you want. he hums into the crook of your neck, torturing you with wet kisses and sucking lightly.

“by what? your friend? or perhaps it’s some external commitment that’s taking up a lot of your time?” nanami already knows the answer but he enjoys the way you squirm. “what is it?”

by now, your hands are trailing up his body, wrapping around his neck and playing with his undercut. his skin is so soft and he smells so damn good, and he sighs at your hands.

“by someone, actually.” you bite the bullet, forcibly removing him from your neck which is definitely starting to show the obvious blue black on the skin there. his hands this whole time have been placed against the door behind you, but the carnal need is too prominent that he wraps that same arm around your middle. the other, on your nape; the sheer size of his hand makes you whine and nanami smiles at that.

“mind telling me who is it? maybe i could give them a good talk, tell them to stop tormenting my smart girl.”

that draws out a visceral reaction from you, melting into his arms at the simple praise. nanami helps you a little, leaning in with an expression as needy as yours.

“you’re gonna talk to yourself?” a laugh is the last thing you hear before he crashes his lips against yours, a hand smartly going to the door to flip the lock before he pulls you flush against him. you moan softly when you feel his hard-on, against your front, manhandled easy by nanami’s arms as he whips you around to walk you to your professor’s desk.

“do you think he’ll sue us?” nanami kisses down your neck with him between your legs, hands fondling every inch of your body while you grind up against his pelvis. with such thin material such as your yoga tights between you, it feels so damn good.

“at most he’ll remove me as TA . .” as he speaks, you can feel the vibrations along your skin, legs instinctively bringing him closer. he doesn’t let you, instead pulling away from your body and goes to his knees, seeing just how soaked you are. he thanks god you weren’t wearing black, because there’s a wet patch that leaks too much — it’s clear you didn’t bother to wear underwear at all. “but that is if he finds out about this, right?”

you smile, feet pushing at his back towards your dripping cunt and you moan softly when he licks at your pussy through the fabric.

“yeah— yeah i guess so,” you’re then expecting his hands to pull at your waistband and you lift your hips knowingly, but you hear a stark riiip! that echoes throughout the office and you gasp, too focused on his pretty face to notice he’s dug his fingers into the yoga tights to tear it at your centre. the action turns you on, entirely sure you felt your pussy flutter at the sheer strength that he had.

“i’ll buy you new ones, baby,” nanami presses a gentle kiss against your clit and you shiver at the contact, hot breath threatening your demise by his hand, “they’re of terrible quality, by the way.”

you huff, “yeah, you kinda ripped it, nanami-san. plus, what’s terrible — not in quality but in looks — is your tie.”

nanami chuckles, caressing your inner thighs with gentle fingers, blowing lightly on your cunt, “personal vendetta against cheetahs?”

that sends shivers along your whole body, “n-no, just don’t really like the look of it.”

nanami hums, “i’m wounded.”

“you’ll live.”

he only laughs again, “okay, enough talking. i’m starving.” and starving he was — he latches his mouth onto your clit like a vice, sucking and flicking his tongue relentlessly you have no choice but to cry out his name. “taste so fucking sweet,” the sudden swear catches you off-guard, paired with the rasped voice and your hips willingly hump his mouth, “pussy made for me.”

“don’t say shit like that . .” you whine, embarrassed at the filthiness of his words and yet you’re sat here on a desk, pushing your sex more and more into his lips. “it’s embarrassin’.”

nanami clicks his tongue, “you’re still here.”

“yeah, shut up.” you push him further into your cunt to silence him, a loud moan leaving your lips as nanami slobbers over you — you’re so wet, spilling onto the floor. without warning, nanami slips a finger into you, easing it in and the sheer thickness of it prompts more mewls from you.

“k—kento . .” you hear nanami groan at the first name basis, shoving his finger deeper into you. he pumps it as his tongue works overtime, the slickness of which your pussy sounds out echoing throughout the room. “i’m c-clos—”

that seems to fuel nanami further, memorising how your body feels under him. you clench repeatedly around his finger, thighs twitching against him while your whimpers increase in volume, just like your incoherent babbles.

“i’m g’nna— kento, i’m c—” your back arches when you gush all over his face, juices squirting and making a mess out of his hair. nanami groans into your sopping pussy, slurping up your arousal shamelessly as you continue to give him everything of you. you’re shaking around him, moans slowly dwindling due to shame. by now, you’ve soaked through the bottom of your tights, letting him rip the seams for a little more access.

“wanna hear you, baby.” he easily multitasks, turning you around while removing his underwear, looking back at him while you shimmy your ass back into him. with a low moan, nanami drags his tip over your folds, collecting your cum and pushing it in with it. the stretch makes your jaw drop and legs tremble, pussy still sensitive from the previous orgasm.

you hold on to the wooden desk to the best of your ability but your iron grip makes the wood creak a little; it isn’t long before nanami starts moving.

“f-fuck . . you’re so tight,” the lewdness of the situation, your ruined tights, your ass moving with the force of his hips has him gripping your hips harsher than intended. his cock is just so fat, hitting your spots effortlessly as he rams into you from behind, “will this be enough motivation for you to finish that lab report, hm?” your perked up ass is receiving all the abuse from his pelvis, rutted into with pure primal need as the slaps of his balls against you gets louder and louder, just like your moans.

“g-gonna need more than this, kento—!” you’re whining as he reaches around to rub at your clit, messy and fast, surely drawing marks down the once flawless wooden desk. he just hopes there’s no one who requires the professor’s assistance because there was a clear indication that the office was open with the shining ceiling light but he was in no condition to answer any questions without panting.

nanami pushes down your lower back, cockhead hitting your spots over and over, “need more? of course you do, fuckin’ slut.” it’s a total 180 from the gentle way he’s kissed you earlier — a choked whine and a clench of your pussy tells him you like it . “oh . . she’s cock drunk already, huh?”

“yesyesyes! mmff— kento, please . .” he pulls on your hair from behind, made easy by the ponytail you had it in and you moan at the mixture of pain and pleasure. he takes it a little easier, resting his large palm at your neck and pulling, together with your hair. nanami sucks at the same spot as earlier, and the overwhelming sensations has you both arching your back and fucking yourself back onto him.

“pretty arch you got here, darling,” he pants out, fucking so hard into you with his support that your hands don’t even need to rest on the table. nanami knows you’re already close by the way you’re unresponsive, mindless babbling leaving your mouth while you let him use your limp body. “is it all for m-me?”

“mhmh— it is, it is—” you’re fucked senseless, letting him turn your head to meet him in a sloppy kiss. by now your pussy juices are spurting all over the place, staining the floor and table, dripping down his balls where with every slam of his cock you can here the wet pap! pap! pap!’s of it.

“y—yeah i know it is; that’s all you are, aren‘t you? a little cocksleeve for me.” nanami groans out, letting go entirely before wrapping his arms around you and trapping you between his front and the table. he’s flush against your back, thrusts faltering with each plunge into your warm, tight pussy as he feels you clench tirelessly and you don’t even to say it before you’re jolting in his hold.

“cumming, i’m cumming . . fuuuck . .” your body is so sensitive, shaking around his cock that continues to move into you. you cum all over him, listening to the dirty whispers he’s dumping into your ears.

“oh . .” nanami groans, “that’s a good little slut, s-shit—” your hips continue to move even though your brain tells you to stop, hands making terrible effort at reaching for him.

“wan’ you to cum in me, kentoo—” your grip on his forearm is tight, pleading with your doe eyes and small voice that has nanami grunting out in a dilemma, but your pussy’s too warm that he cums suddenly. his voice reaches a higher register, stuttering pelvis rutting into you with the intent of breeding you; he pumps you full of his seed, ropes upon ropes of white filling your womb. it’s so thick that you shiver again, yelping softly when he pulls out.

“look at that . .” nanami marvels at the amount of cum he’s dumped into you, using a finger to scoop it up before pushing it back in that you jump from the coldness of his finger. “a smart girl turned so dumb just from cock.” you give him an intoxicated smile, lazy and hooded as you lay limp on the table.

“only for your cock, nanami-san . .” you lick a stripe up the palm of your hand and he indulges you by stepping closer. he moans softly as your hand makes contact with his shaft, “or should i say . . sir?”

nanami ended up driving you back to your dorm, helping you to your room from how sore you were after that.

#when u post ur whole fic in the tags bc u forgot you copied it LMOAOAAOAO #asks #❄️ anon #RAAAAHHHHHHHH #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk thirsts #jjk drabbles #jjk nanami smut #nanami kento jjk #nanami smut #nanami x reader #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento #nanami x you

[moistmailman]

Botw/totk Ganon kinda had it rough honestly. All of the other Ganons had to fight a Link who was mostly normal. The most adnormal one probably being Wind Waker Link. These Links were just heroic kids who went across Hyrule to save the land. They were tough, sometimes childish, but still normal.

Meanwhile he had to deal with the most feral bastard ever. This Link is a chaotic son of a bitch. It’s bad enough that in his first adventure this 5’1” blond immediately chose violence upon waking from a 100 year nap, while also having no memories at all. He was essentially in factory reset mode and his brain went on first instincts, which was violence. Head empty except for the violence.

But then in his second adventure he started vehicle warfare and spread even more violence across Hyrule. Imagine fighting someone and they immediately build a tank in a few seconds and make your entire existence extinct. This man is basically a caveman who figured how to split atoms. He flat out pillages the remains of monsters and uses them to kill even more monsters. Imagine a guy beating you over the head with your buddy’s arm. That’s what he does.

When’s Zelda’s around though he’s tame and normal. She literally keeps him in line. He’s the princess’s knight everyone expects him to be. But when Zelda’s gone, something snaps in him and he becomes this picture

#the legend of Zelda #tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #the legend of Zelda tears of the kingdom #the legend of Zelda breath of the wild #Zelda #Ganon #ganondorf #link

[hagire-nunokire]

NO BARBENHEIMER

I find it very upsetting that there are so many stupid people out there enjoying the Birbenheimer meme and I fear for the future of this world.(As the context shows, I am criticising memes that consume the atomic bomb. I am not simply accusing people of hustling two films. Well, I also don't understand those who continue to use the term Barbenheimer, which has been hijacked by mushroom clouds.)

It is true that the Japanese military committed many atrocities and there were citizens who supported them, but that does not mean that it is okay to drop such horrible weapons. The bombed areas were where the citizens lived. It is the citizens, not the military, who have suffered from this damage. Among the Hibakusha(A-bomb victim) were newborn babies and small children, as well as Korean and Chinese residents in Japan. And, of course, the captured Allied soldiers. In Nagasaki it was dropped right over the church. And not only people, but also plants, trees, fish, dogs and cats died. Those who were near the blast centre were scattered by the blast and disappeared as if they had evaporated, leaving their shadows on the ground and walls like stains. Those who were barely breathing, their skin blistered and moaning for water, jumped into the river, which in turn filled up with dead people. Some eyeballs were spilling out due to the intense heat rays. Nuclear weapons are very frightening. Many others have also sacrificed their lives for nuclear development. And some people still suffer from its aftereffects to this day.

Have you ever seen a photograph of an hibakusha? Have you ever seen a photograph in which the shadow of the hibakusha remains as a stain? If not, then look at reality. Then you won't be able to call this meme just a joke.

It is necessary for the Wajin people to reflect on the atrocious and diabolical acts of the past, and it is equally necessary to criticise the terrible weapons that some countries still possess today. Don't do whataboutism.

The Japanese Government seems to have forgotten not only the atrocities of the past, but also the horror of the atomic bomb. This is extremely frightening. Please put an end to this ridiculous meme now.

Imagine how many people actually collapse and groan under the pink mushroom cloud, the people who were in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the indigenous people who lived on the land where the nuclear tests were carried out. That weapons exist in this world today and that the tragedy could once again visit anyone anywhere.

Feminists, you haven't forgotten the American culture that has frivolously associated female eroticism with weapons (why do you call a bikini a bikini, women in mushroom cloud costumes), have you? Despite Barbie's attempts to destroy the image of the silly blonde woman, the official Twitter account is positive about this meme. Join us in saying NO.

全ての戦争に反対し、核兵器の廃絶を願う一市民としてこのミームを許しません。

p.s. This text may be difficult to read. I've rewritten and rewritten and rewritten and rewritten again and again because I can't stop being indignant.

#nobarbenheimer #barbenheimer #oppenheimer #barbie #barbie movie

[actual-changeling]

he wonders sometimes what it would have been like if they had gotten away from everything. if aziraphale had said "yes" when he asked him to take his hand and run off to alpha centauri together. if it had been them and the bentley in a sea of stars, dust, and gravity.

it's no use thinking about it now, crowley knows it brings him nothing but pain, keeping the regret burning in his chest alive, yet he cannot stop.

fantasies of a kinder world are the one thing keeping him going. they paint the sunrise golden and the sunset a blinding violet, they breathe morning dew onto bright green leaves and grass stretching towards the sky. every 'what if' is another blossom opening beneath his fingertips, every 'maybe' another night he makes it through without unfolding his wings and tearing through reality until heaven is in shambles around him and aziraphale back where he belongs.

crowley watches the bookshop for hours at a time, letting life pass him by, and he imagines white-blonde hair glowing behind the windows and classical music drifting through the cracks in the walls. he dips his tongue into the lonely air of london and pretends he can still taste shared wine and lips.

above him, the stars are waiting for him, have been waiting for him since the day they lost each other, and the hole in his chest marking aziraphale's absence feels much like the silent cries of his creations.

loss, crowley wants to call it, but you can only lose something that you had the privilege of carrying in the space between your hands in the first place, so he doesn't.

loss, he wants to call it regardless of whether they have had each other at some point or another, but he doesn't. if he did, his sprawling fantasies and hopes would collapse under their own weight and swallow him whole, because loss means the emptiness will remain.

loss means he won't come back.

crowley wonders whether they would have been happy chasing after each other in the spaces between atoms, wings expanding far beyond their physical shape, dipping into dark matter and the crumbling remains of planets. maybe they would have, maybe aziraphale would have been happy.

it's not loss, because he knows he would have been happy among the stars, on earth, in a pit of burning sulphur—as long as aziraphale is with him, happiness clings to him like midnight rain, never drying, and he couldn't bear to see it disappear.

it's not loss. it can't be loss.

half of him stayed with his stars, the other stayed with aziraphale, went with him to heaven, weaving into his every cell.

the true loss is the shell of him that stayed behind; his fantasies are a promise that he will be whole again.

they have to be.

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #words are hard today but i need a distraction and this is the best i can do

[dontyouworrydaddy]

hi!!! I always imagined me being in 141 but with a twist can you make reader like an assassin my inspo is black widow atomic blonde Maria hill

aka a BAMF who gets the job done ruthlessly she work in a diff base but as soon as the job is done she’s a big sweetie she loves ballet,ice staking,painting etc!

thank you!!!!!! 💗

𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕩𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖

Task Force 141 + fem! reader

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE BLACK WIDOW AND OH GOD HAVING A READER IN HER STYLE???? THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT LATELY AND I AM GIGGLING ABOUT IT😭😭 Thank you anon for this ask, I literally love you so much❤️❤️ I hope you enjoy this!

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

You were a force to be reckoned with, a woman who oozed competence and strength. Your (hair color) framed a face that radiated determination, and your eyes held a glint of unwavering purpose. As you stood there in your tactical gear, the team exchanged uneasy glances. They had heard of your ruthlessness, your precision, and your unparalleled efficiency. But what intrigued them the most was the stark contrast between the persona you displayed during operations and the person you transformed into afterward.

Price's gravelly voice broke the silence. "Listen up, team. We've got intel that Makarov's men have acquired a shipment of nerve gas. Our mission is to intercept and eliminate their operation before they unleash it on innocent lives."

Ghost nodded. "We'll infiltrate their compound and neutralize any threats. Y/N, make sure you stick to the plan."

The mission was a success, thanks to the combined efforts of the team and your calculated approach. During the operation, your movements were swift, your decisions merciless, and your face was ice-cold. You were a whirlwind of calculated violence, leaving no room for hesitation or mistakes. Mistakes were your biggest enemy in the field. The team watched as you executed maneuvers reminiscent of a certain spy they were familiar with.

After the mission, back at the base, the transformation in you was nothing short of astonishing. As the team stripped off their gear, they caught glimpses of you engaging in activities that seemed almost incongruous with the person they had just witnessed. You traded your tactical attire for a soft, flowing dress, and your eyes now held a warmth that contrasted with the icy glare from before.

Soap's brow furrowed as he observed you delicately painting a canvas on an easel. "I can't believe the same person who took out those guards with such ruthless hands is also into painting." Gaz chimed in. "And ballet. Don’t forget about that one."

Price chuckled, his mirth hidden behind his mustache. "Appearances can be deceiving, lads. We all have our ways of balancing the scales of this life. And Y/N‘s is painting and ballet…"

The team continued to watch you in fascination, occasionally sharing stolen glances amongst themselves. Gaz approached you, a rare hint of curiosity in his voice. "So, uhhh, Y/N how do you manage to switch gears so quickly?"

You paused your painting, offering a genuine smile. "It's all about maintaining control over yourself. In the field, I am ruthless because I have to be. If I want to protect my country and protect the people in it, I can’t show any emotions. It would just distract me. But after the mission is done, I switch my energy into things that bring me joy. It's my way of finding balance. And extractly that is the key to success."

Soap smirked. "Well, I have to say, If I had to choose between you and ghost. I would definitely choose you as my Teammate." This statement caused Ghost to look at him with a threatening face. You chuckle at the sight.

"You know" ghost began as the others slowly left to get food for their hungry tummy "I've seen a lot of fighters in my time, but none like you. You're like a shadow, moving seamlessly between two worlds."

You took a sip of your hot chocolate, meeting his gaze. "Thank you, Ghost. It's taken a long time to strike that balance. And many nerves… of course." hinting to your trauma from all the training and steps you had to take to reach where you are right now.

Ghost grinned behind his mask. "I have to admit, watching you take down those enemies in the field is a sight to behold. It's like watching myself, but in a better version."

#call of duty #fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #call of duty fanfic #cod #simon riley #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #cod mw2 #cod mwf2 #cod price #cod fanfic #call of duty gaz #john soap mactavish #john mactavish

[hail-americas-ass]

🔆JUNE FIC REC II

✒ a greek tragedy by ash 

(I can’t express enough how amazing this is) 4.6K Words

When Steve started drawing the comic, he drew himself before the serum and Bucky as he remembered him when they worked together to keep from ending up on the streets and dreamed of futures with floating cars. He drew them then and now, scenes against a New York he remembered and scenes against this future he didn’t quite fit in, one drawn soft and hazy, the other hard lines. When he drew them in the present, he never drew himself looking at Bucky; Bucky was always behind him, a shadow that followed as he tried to find a trace of the world they used to know in this one. He called them Orpheus and Eurydice.

🦾  Touch Me I’m Going to Scream by buffypeppers

(This is a classic in my opinion. It’s got recovering!Bucky and every trope you can imagine, so very fluffy) 107.5K Words

Only a few days have passed since the Winter Soldier put Sam into a hospital bed but Steve is ready to find HYDRA’s assassin and bring him to justice.

Things won't go according to plan once the Avengers find the infamous man.

🕵️‍♂️ End of all Days by Minka ( @minka-g​ on tumblr)

(I was motivated to reread this recently, it kept me on the edge of my seat the first time I read it and it had the same thrilling effect when I reread it too. There’s only one word to describe it: thrilling.) 

(Archeological Historian!Steve x Spy!Bucky) (Indiana Jones & Atomic Blonde AU)  116.7K Words

Captain Steve Rogers had thought his military days were behind him, left in the bloody nightmare that was Saigon. Retired and working as a History Professor, the last thing he expected was to get caught up in a cataclysmic Slavic prophesy foreshadowing the end of the known world.

With Cold War tensions running high, Steve finds himself in need of a guide and translator to get him behind the Iron Curtain and into the isolated snowdrifts of Siberia.

It’s deep in the heart of Bucharest’s resistance fighters that Steve finds the ideal candidate, but swaying the enigmatic ex-operative known as The Winter Soldier proves to be complicated. Trust is hard-won, especially in the world of espionage, and with a KGB death squad nipping at his heels, the Soldier has countless reasons to stay presumably dead.

As the lines between right, wrong and the supernatural begin to blur, Steve is forced to reconsider everything he’s ever believed, right from the sanctity of his own country to the very foundations of creation itself.

❤️‍🩹 Every Door Opens by Notoska ( @notoska on tumblr)

(This fic, the words and the way they were written, not only yanked my heart out of my chest, it also sunk deep in my bones where I was forced to carry it and think of it for days. Fantastic.) Recovery fic. 73.9K Words

Then Bucky licks his lips, tip of his tongue just grazing the sensitive skin of Steve’s ear and Steve moans. Nothing close to the surge of lust behind his ribs, but a tiny, breathy sound all the same. Bucky doesn’t react—he must not have heard. Though a minute later he curls his fingers and extends them again, moving just slow enough for it to be a caress.

Just tip your head into his touch. He’ll take the lead and trace the folds of your ear with his tongue until you can’t keep quiet any more. Then he’ll smother your desperate little noises with his mouth, fingers twisting in your hair. Kissing deeply, tongues reaching to declare your filthy intentions. Find his knee with your hand and slide wolfishly up his thigh until you reach the bulge behind his fly. Palm him through his trousers until he’s panting in your mouth, until he’s pressing his forehead to yours, hips bucking, and you can see his dark eyes, glinting in the screen’s flickering light, pleading—

Steve jolts back to the present. The credits are rolling and Bucky is reading them as well. The screen blacks and two fluorescent lights buzz to life. Bucky loosens his hand from Steve’s head, welcoming the world back in.

#stucky fanfiction #stucky fanfic #stucky #steve/bucky #ao3 #stucky fic recs #stucky fic rec #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve rogers/bucky barnes #stevebucky #fic recs

[rocks-in-space]

1. Welcome to Night Vale, Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor // 2. via @1five1two // 3. Cosmos, Carl Sagan // 4. A Psalm for the Wild-Built, Becky Chambers // 5. "Point B,” Sarah Kay // 6. @sammy-whamm // 7. “Song of Myself,” Walt Whitman // 8. "Phenomenon of Floating,” Rob Gonsalves// 9. "Wild Geese,” Mary Oliver// 10. “End Poem,” Julian Gough. 

[Image IDs:

1: Text reading “Be proud of your place in the cosmos. It is small, and yet it is. How unlikely! How fantastic!”

2: A semi-realistic painting of dark blue ocean with a small silhouette of a person standing on the beach. The sky is black on the horizon and transitions to a galactic blue starry sky.

3: Text reading "The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff."

4: Text reading “Do you not find consciousness alone to be the most exhilarating thing? Here we are, in this incomprehensibly large universe, on this one tiny moon around this one incidental planet, and in all the time this entire scenario has existed, every component has been recycled over and over and over again into infinitely incredible configurations, and sometimes, those configurations are special enough to be able to see the world around them. You and I—we’re just atoms that arranged themselves the right way, and we can understand that about ourselves. Is that not amazing?”

5: Text reading “I want her to look at the world through the underside of a  glass bottomed boat/ To look at through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind.”

6: A drawing of a person with dark skin, blond hair, and glowing yellow eyes wearing a peach dress. They are kneeling and are surrounded by multi-colored planetary rings. A number of small moons and a small Saturn float around their head.

7: Text reading “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars.”

8: An optical illusion painting of a person with light skin, long brown hair, and a purple swim suit floating on their back in a lake. The lake is surrounded by rocks and pine trees. The sky above is blue with white and peach clouds which starts to look more like Earth from space on the right side of the painting. The trees become a starry night sky on the right side as well.

9: Text reading “Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,/ the world offers itself to your imagination,/calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - / over and over announcing your place/ in the family of things.”

10: Text reading “and the universe said you are not alone / and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing / and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code/ and the universe said I love you because you are love.”

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#web weaving #web weave #connections #poetry #space #becky chambers #wtnv #welcome to night vale #carl sagan #mary oliver #sarah kay #quotes #sam speaks

[roadrcnner]

        “  𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙴, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴?  ”

            ALEKSANDR  “ ALEXEI ”  BREMOVYCH.

NICKNAME(S)       pasha, lex ZODIAC       pisces AGE  /  D.O.B.       thirty5,   march 8th PLACE  OF  BIRTH       kazan,  russia GENDER  /  PRONOUNS       cis  man,  he / him ORIENTATION       ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ OCCUPATION       bodyguard & inactive mercenary.

PARALLELS       illya kuryakin  (   man from uncle   )   /   peter joshua  (   charade   )   / raoul silva  (   skybox   )   /    david percival  (   atomic blonde   )

BIOGRAPHY.

TRIGGER  WARNINGS    abuse,  childhood  trauma,  murder,  violence,  gun  use,  mentions  of  war,  mentions  of  ptsd. tl;dr    boy turned orphan is nearly recruited by the same man that killed his mother in her own garden. the man takes someone more willing to work for the knife instead: his sister. boy spends the rest of his sister's life trying to free her from her cage. 01. ▇▇▇▇▇▇ was an odd boy. for an odd boy born to a very odd family, it’s no wonder you grew up sideways. ▇▇▇▇▇▇ can still remember the current of floodwater underfoot as you trudged through the garden. you still remember how mama’s sundress sopped up all the dirt and muck but the daisy print still remained even after the rain washed away her most prominent features. ▇▇▇▇▇▇ always remembered. father ( you've never had a father have you? ) told you that what you saw was just the wild throws of childish imagination. that it wouldn’t happen again. it doesn’t. but, with these so-called falsehoods, mama follows.    02. you were a young thing when your family fractioned that first time. just you, your sister and your small, empty house filled with each other's silence. father comes to you again a short time later, gives you the option to die in that cold dark house like your mother did or to come with him. that man, all those years ago had told you that your mother had not wanted you ⸻ either of you ⸻ which is why she had left the way she had. quietly, out in the middle of the garden. 03. his second arrival is something of mercy, it had been something of a bargain: take my hand and i can take you away from this. could a slaughterhouse become salvation? your sister in time would come to know what you already had, but only after she took the chance that you had not. she was the first to leave, the one to travel across the sea where children could live without bounds. a sterling promise of something new. that strange man gave her a new name, a new life, a new family. you won't see your sister for another twelve years after the fact, you claim that you never stopped looking. 04. you still had not been good enough to be saved ⸻ because even with all you'd lost, part of you would always be free. the same had not applied to your sister. you'd give your life, or at least the very many years to follow, to stand in her shadow ⸻ just to know that she'd go unharmed even as she incited little fires for the organization she'd unknowingly given her freedom to. in time, you too would come to understand what it meant to work for the knife. 05. you and your sister served different gods.  you  pledge  yourselves  to  manmade  horrors,  trading  one  ghost  for  another  if  it  meant  the  cause  you  had  served  was  deemed  more  righteous  than  the  last.   had  only  you’d  known  that  it  would  be  another  thing  to  sever  you.   you  soar  ranks,   spit  out  commands  like  a  morning  prayer  even  when  things  had  become  everything  but  what  you  wanted.   you  were  no  longer  fighting  the  good,  noble  war ⸻ you,  and  again  your  sister ⸻ were  the  casualties.    06. america, the place your sister was buried, the place you changed, her grave as the catalyst for your second metamorphosis. ▇▇▇▇▇▇ was still missing and your sister was dead, but alexei bremovych was alive. and you would soon find out what else you would become. in time: the things you would do, the reckoning you would bring.

HEADCANONS

served in the military & was permitted leave after 10 yrs; swiftly arose in ranking for his aim as a sharpshooter. called for leave following his a field injury and has since been passed up with several theorized black ops agencies.

the sibling who had the priveledge of becoming prodigal. had a few weeks with his sister during her defection from the red eye before she had been killed. hasn't returned home to russia since.

spent so much time trying to undo his sister's involvement with the red eye that he dipped a foot or two into the criminal cesspool over the years. lots past contract mercenary work, knows too many people still in the biz & hates himself for it.

undiagnosed tinnitus from direct exposure to an implosion; can indirectly trigger ptsd episodes.

indecent  and  irritable  but  also  charming  and  a  great  believer  that  perhaps  there  is  still  some  goodness  left  in  him.

a  shadow  that  serves  a  purpose:   sworn  to  protect  and  willing  to  die  by  the  gun  he  lives  by  if  it  means  no  harm  is  inflicted  upon  who  he  was  made  to  protect;   though  this  was  not  his  initial  sentiment.

#⠀ ⠀ A. BREMOVYCH ⠀ ⠀ 〳 ⠀ ⠀abt #lawlessintro #thank you & goodnight

[emmyrosee]

Gordon Merkel

I WOULDN’T BE CAUGHT DEAD IN IT.

fanfics

n/a

drabbles

Patch Up

Comfort

Stop Smiling At Me

My Sunshine

NSFW Content. Reader Discretion Advised. Minors Do Not Interact.

Little Bunny

Rough

Time Apart

Taking Care Of Him

Interrogation

Soft dominance 

#gordon merkel #gordon merkel x reader #gordon merkel imagine #gordan merkel atomic blonde #atomic blonde #emmy's masterlist

[mndvx]

REBEL MOON (2023) | SOFIA BOUTELLA as KORA 

The moon of Veldt is a David facing down the Goliath of the Mother World, which has amassed abundant wealth, political power, and an immense army. Veldt is nowhere special—until the rulers of the Mother World decide to seize it as a breadbasket. 

“They land in the village to say, ‘Listen, you guys will be our local food source while we’re tromping around this part of the galaxy. So how long till the harvest comes in?’ The villagers are pretty much stunned by the brutality, but they don’t realize what level the Mother World’s ready to go to,” Zack Snyder says. 

A newcomer named Kora (Sofia Boutella) rallies them to resist rather than roll over. She has been hiding on this moon after fleeing from her own role within the leadership of that oppressive government. (That’s her abandoned starship out beyond the wheat fields.) “The Imperium comes down, and they want to take the women and take the children and they need more soldiers,” Deborah Snyder says. “They’re going to take their food. And [the villagers] go, ‘Look, we can bargain with them.’”

The fugitive hiding in their midst is the only one who knows how foolhardy that is. “Kora used to be in the Imperium, and she’s like, ‘Guys, this ends badly for everybody,’” Zack Snyder says.

Boutella sees the character as a symbol for the way people ignore or run from the problems in their lives, until they can’t anymore. “She knows the guilt that she’s been living with, and the first step of her redemption is doing something about it instead of going away,” says the actor, best known for Atomic Blonde and playing the title role in 2017’s The Mummy opposite Tom Cruise. “I think that, as much as it is sci-fi, it’s a very human story,” she says.

This humble moon of Veldt is a greater danger than anyone realizes because the Mother World’s grip on its empire is secretly weakening and slipping. “They’ve conquered the universe, they’ve scooped everyone into the empire, and they’ve had to make individual deals with the different leaders of the different worlds. You can imagine how complicated that is. A lot of rulers felt like they made a bad deal, or that their fathers’ fathers made a bad deal. They begin to push back,” Zack Snyder says. “It’s more whispers at first. We’re right on the edge of revolution, and if our villagers are successful, the example of that could spur an even bigger revolt.”

#sofia boutella #rebel moon #netflix #zack snyder

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To The Most Hottest & Alluring Talented Algerian Actress, Dancer & Model On The Planet

Hailing All The Way From Algiers, Algeria 🇩🇿

She was born in the Bab El Oued district of Algiers, Algeria, to an architect mother and a jazz musician father, Safy Boutella. Her brother, Seif, works as a visual effects artist in the entertainment industry. Her surname means "the men of the mountains". She was raised in a fairly secular household that cultivated artistic expression and creativity. She described her childhood as a happy one, stating that she was "blessed to be born into a family that allowed me to express myself, to be myself and let out all sorts of colours that were living in my imagination and in my heart."

Her breakthrough as a dancer came in 2007, when she was picked for the Jamie King choreography for Nike Women's "Keep Up" campaign, serving as a role model of femininity and hip-hop. This was a major boost to her career and led to more work alongside stars like Madonna, in her Confessions Tour, and Rihanna. She credits her work with Madonna for helping her learn English.

She successfully auditioned for the Michael Jackson This Is It concerts but could not attend due to the extension of the Madonna tour, whose dates coincided with the Jackson tour. She was the main character in the music video for "Hollywood Tonight" by Michael Jackson in February 2011.

2014, after 12 years as a dancer, She sought a career in acting. Initially, she purposefully avoided auditioning for lead roles, wishing to play supporting characters so as to learn from more experienced actors. In 2015, she appeared in her first major film, Kingsman: The Secret Service, which jump-started her career as an actress. One year later, she appeared as the alien warrior Jaylah in Star Trek Beyond, released on 22 July 2016.

In 2017, she portrayed a French secret agent in the David Leitch film Atomic Blonde, which also featured Charlize Theron, James McAvoy, John Goodman and Toby Jones.

The same year, she played the titular role in

THE MUMMY

& Now She is The Star 🌟 Of Netflix's Scifi Action Adventure 🎬 Original Movie Directed By Zack Synder

REBEL MOON 🌙

Please Wish This Rising, Mesmerizing & Totally Far Out Algerian Actress, Dancer, & Model A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

MS. SOFIA BOUTELLA 🇩🇿

#SofiaBoutella #TheMummy #RebelMoon

#Sofia Boutella #The Mummy #Rebel Moon #Spotify

[cypriathus]

Here are my versions of Azazel and Samael!

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: There are mentions of genitalia, castration, and SA.

Aysuvozel is a strangely approachable and overconfident fallen seraph who playfully thrives on schadenfreude and has an irrational fear of enclosed places and being trapped. As a result of her persistent loneliness, she finds genuine comfort in her extrovertedness and talking to herself. She possesses great pride in her celestial intelligence, enticing people by telling them forbidden pieces of information. She has a ravenous appetite and an inclination towards fun-loving mischief and strategic warfare. She’s eager to use violence on those she views as pathetic, annoying, and/or hideous, showing no compassion and mercy. Aysuvozel has a natural appreciation for beauty and elegance, a wild imagination, and an odd sense of humour. 

She’s a rectangular mesomorph with an impressive height of 7’ 8” (233.68 cm), a chiselled musculature, well-endowed breasts, a micropenis, square chest, and sloping shoulders. Her ashy skin has silvery brown stretch marks on her upper arms, chest, and legs, and her wings are covered in a thin layer of red sand. She possesses shaggy and coarse honey blonde hair of mid-back length with slight curls and noticeable layers. She also possesses slightly curly pecto-infraclavicular and acuminate abdominal hair in the same honey blonde hue. She has six black-feathered wings of orange and gold flames; with two to cover her face, two to hide her feet, and two that are used to fly. After years of being imprisoned in darkness, Aysuvozel once royal fuchsia eyes became a glazed white, which are covered by an old gold cloth blindfold. Once she was cast out of heaven, she grew a flaxen horse tail, draconic feet, and the horns of a Taurotragus derbianus. She wears an amaranth purple brocade chalvar of stylised saffron and red orange cloud patterning and a long-sleeved diaphanous robe with a jazzberry jam-to-flush mahogany gradient. She dons a tiger skin sash, golden anklets, horseshoe barbell piercings of magenta chrome for both nipples, and a garland of brownish skulls.

As a seraph, Aysuvozel can force people to see the goodness of their soul, induce absolute horror and miracles, and surround herself with an aura that’ll burn anything. She has psychokinesis, telepathy, sancti-pyrokinesis, cosmic awareness, an indomitable will, and supreme observation. She can endure all temperatures and perform strenuous activities for centuries, and her natural senses are heightened significantly except for her eyesight. She’s capable of performing any offensive action with the output of an atomic bomb, causing severe damage to towns and small mountains. Her supernatural strength also allows her to move and lift cruise ships, airplanes, battleships, and massive bridges. Through the use of the golden ichor of angels, ruined battlefields, spilt gore, and cosmetic products, she can easily teleport across the multiverse. She possesses manipulative control over weapons, shields, armour, bloodshed, injustice, physical beauty, bodily desires, uncleanness, lightning, thunderstorms, gusts of winds, temperature fluctuations, and memories. She’s able to absorb the sins of sentient creatures, transform into a goat and a fire dragon, resurrect the undead, and enter the dreams of sleepers. Aysuvozel can breathe hellfire from her mouth, her voice can shatter glass and melt people’s eyes, and putrefy creatures capable of movement.

FAMILY: 

Unnamed destroying angel mother

Unnamed seraph father

Samuvozeli (twin brother)

Utsimoderva (nephew)

Kairszoben (nephew)

16 nieces

24 nephews

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Azazel

Angel of the Scapegoat, Uncleanness, Metallurgy, and Physical Beauty

Crafter of Bloodthirsty Instruments

His Sinister Arrogance

Goat of Sand

Treacherous Blacksmith

Sin-Eater

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

She’s aromantic and transgender

As an Æylphitus, her name means “strength of god or she-goat of going away”.

Despite having destroying angel blood, she doesn’t possess any abilities that are unique to them.

Her belly is literally a biological furnace of fire and hot wind

She’s in possession of a trishula intertwined with a flaming carriage wheel

She was cast out of heaven because she taught humanity the art of crafting weapons for warfare and cosmetics to enhance their beauty.

Due to being trapped in a pit of red sand, her hands and feet are tied to a solid surface with unbreakable chains. In that pit, she’s placed upon jagged rocks and left alone in the dark, which led to her being eternally blind. Her place of imprisonment is commonly referred to as Dudael.

He’s an inverted triangular ectomorph with a decent height of 6’ 9” (205.74 cm), broad shoulders, an average musculature, prominent thighs, and a well-endowed, yet castrated penis. His snow-white skin has a pearlescent sheen and greyish-brown freckles on his face, chest, hands, and feet. Like all Lorvaztekiphus, there is a split from the back of where his tongue begins to the middle of his collarbone. He has a massive purplish-pink birthmark of blotchy shape on the right lower abdominopelvic quadrant. He has twelve massive violet-green swallow wings, the head of a male human (left) and African lion (right), and his eyes are a stunning Tiffany blue with flecks of copper. In regards to Samuvozeli’s stunning eyes, the usually round pupils can change into a horizontal shape that reflects his current mood. His long and parted coppery brown hair of mid-back length has disconnected, yet smooth waves. He possesses circumareolo-infraclavicular and sagittal abdominal hair in the same natural hue. After his fall, his regular tongue is replaced by a dark blue serpent of green and orange veins, which breathes poisonous miasma and spits acid. He wears a polyester sirwal of teal blue from the hips and a tied coriander sash with tassels and six wasabi stripes near the ends. He also dons a necklace of decapitated heads, a girdle of human arms, and metallic orange-green anklets and armlets.

Samuvozeli is a fallen destroyer-seraph who has a lustfully hostile disposition towards females, easily becoming emotionally and physically detached to them. He’s deeply fascinated and strangely amused by the progression, wickedness, and creativity of humanity. He has a harsh, surly, and morbid air to his presence, making him less approachable and trustworthy. A sinister smile or a sly and foreboding smirk is often plastered on his face, but there are rare instances where he’s mirthless. He finds a twisted enjoyment in humiliation and inflicting harm on people who deserve it, while prioritising pleasure over other life values. He isn’t afraid to damage the reputation of others through false statements and accusations. He has a tendency towards risk-taking, impulsive and sexually instinctive behaviour, and little consideration for future consequences. He possesses a fascinating magnetic pull in regards to how attractive and tempting his charisma, confidence, and intelligence are. Samuvozeli has stunning observation skills, and he’s capable of treating people with tenderness, kindness, respect, and affection.

Due to being half-seraph, Samuvozeli can induce absolute horror in all intelligent creatures, and use prayers and hymns to heal injuries. He has an indomitable will, cosmic awareness, psychokinesis, telepathy, and a voice that induces positive or negative emotions, depending on his mood. As a result of his destroying angel blood, he can kill any being that exists and collapse a target into dust by destabilising them on a microscopic level. He’s also able to induce judgement that focuses on the sin(s) committed and banish low-ranking angels and demons, minor titans, humans, Ufrajozlens, and Azhelowins from Eylvhraszokjumni and Nifjazroghetus. He possesses heightened senses, an endurance to sexually transmitted diseases and all levels of discomfort, nearly identical strength to his twin sister, and supernatural stamina. He has manipulative control over destruction, the essence of death, sacred light, poison, venom, seduction, corruption, amorality, and concealment. He holds a vast amount of knowledge that pertains to the multiverse and history of all species. He can transform into serpents, camels, lions, and humans, and use beds, toxic spills, stillborn children, brothels, and deserts to teleport across the different universes. He’s capable of performing amazing feats of accuracy, coordination, finesse, and precision, and constructing an army from negative emotions. Samuvozeli can easily erase the memories and/or knowledge of living beings from history, a specific part of a timeline or existence itself. By doing so, he’s effectively leaving no trace of them, but does allow them to physically exist afterwards without recognition.

FAMILY: 

Unnamed destroying angel mother

Unnamed seraph father

Aysuvozel (twin sister)

Utsimoderva (son)

Kairszoben (son)

16 daughters

24 sons

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Samael

Angel of Licking Poison, Iniquity, and Seduction

He Who Was Chosen By Evil

Blindness of the Good Mistress

King of the Wicked

Lord of the Wall

Castrated One

Trickster Prince

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s heteroromantic demisexual

He’s an avatar of Jaldebonszuth

As an Æylphitus, his name means “venom of god”.

He’s the king of Concupiscence

He’s the main executioner of Eylvhraszokjumni and Nifjazroghetus

He’s in possession of a large scythe, having its blade covered in blue holy flames and a dozen amber-coloured eyes.

He wrestled with Jacoszubi until dawn

He was cast out of heaven because he raped Evaloghinus, the second wife of Admenozithus, and impregnated many human women.

After having many children, the divine council forcibly castrated him in order to prevent him from producing more offspring.

Despite being a fallen angel and crudely castrated, he’s still very loyal to Eylvhraszokjumni and Äylcephinozur.

He enjoys riding his serpent-headed, bat-winged Bactrian camel during cold and windy nights.

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