#one girl also said it was her 2nd time getting turned away

[broke-on-books]

Wait I'm a dumbass the app says fake Chipotle is closed on Fridays. Literally why would you do this to me. What have I done to you???? Were my European Geography fuckups really so terrible you would treat me this way (honestly yeah. deserved. I would also hate me for this)

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

can i resquets Yandere Tfa Optimus, Prowl, Blurr and Jazz x cybertronian reader who is a motherly figure to Sari so much so that she sees Sari as if she were her Sparkling also that she almost got into a fight with Sentinel for insulting Sari

Ou yeaaa, we fighting that chin-ass Sentinel to protect the babey (Sari)!!! ᕦ(òwóˇ)ᕤ

Yandere!TFA Optimus Prime, Prowl, Blurr & Jazz x Cybertronian!Fem!Reader who is a motherly figure to Sari (HCs)

WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour. Reader is female leaning, Cybertronian and an Autobot. Reader gets referred as Mom and takes a motherly role. Mentions of threatening, hurting or killing someone (all towards Sentinel Prime)

Optimus Prime

Whenever Optimus gets to see you interacting with Sari, he thanks Primus for be allowed to witness such precious sight. Sari has grown to like you so much, going first to you to pass time whenever you are free and you are more than happy to pass time with her.

No matter how much Bee whines that you always steal Sari's attention and time, the girl always arguments back a "I want to pass time with my mom!", making you chuckle and Optimus can't help but hope Sari gets to see him as the fatherly figure (or at least the 2nd, sorry Isaac Sumdac...)

Loves how you view Sari as a sparkling and take care of her, always making sure she is well taken care of, safe and sound, and so on.

And he has to be the one to physically hold you back whenever Sentinel Prime is around making his uncalled for comments about humans and Sari, specially.

"Call my girl a 'mucky organic' and I'll be the one to send you to the well of the All Spark!" You warn the taller mech to then turn around and walk away. Sentinel was this close to grab your shoulder to make you stay so he could reprend you (how dare you speak to him like that?!). But before he can grab you, his wrist is grabbed by another servo.

Optimus Prime always tries to remain civil with Sentinel, and sometimes he gives into the arguments the other mech always does for the sake of trying to humilliate Optimus or just get on his nerves... but that moment was different.

TFA Optimus would be a protective, possessive leaning yandere.

The shadow casted on his faceplate and how his optics shine dangerously as he stares with warning makes Sentinel actually step back and then leave.

Prowl

Other bots joke that Prowl is your personal shadow as he tends to follow you like a 'lost puppy' when you are around - which is funny, in your optics he is acting more like a guard dog.

Everything you do fascinates him - even your motherly nature around Sari.

TFA Prowl would be a stalker, worshipping yandere - the type of yandere that always follows his beloved one in silence and taking everything about them.

Just small things, of course! Like a piece of your armour that fell when you were fighting with a decepticon, a note you wrote to remind yourself of something and when you no longer needed it, and so on...

Maybe a photo or two while cuddling Sari... oh, you're so precious.

But of course - just as there are so many bots and organics that don't see the true beauty on things, like nature, there are bots that don't see the beauty in you and your maternal love for the young girl.

Like Sentinel Prime.

Prowl once witnessed you discussing loudly with the other bigger bot, you looked so angry as you left, carrying Sari in your arms.

Sentinel was going to go after you when a shuriken passed just by the side of his helm, doing a small cut on his cheekplate.

And when the Prime turned around to yell at whoever threw that shuriken, he was met with Prowl, the upper side of his frame covered by the shadow of a hallway... something in Sentinel said to not move or yell back, as after a couple of moments, the Cyber-ninja blends with the shadows, leaving a silent threat in the air.

No one will disturb your beauty as long as he is around.

Blurr

We got a yapper (Blurr) x listener (You) dynamic here, definitely.

TFA Blurr is an obsessive yandere, from helm to pedes, and said obsessiveness also leans onto a worshipping side.

This mech actually shuts his mouth the moment you introduce yourself to him and remains silent as long as you speak.

Your voice is like the most refined energon done on Cybertron. And even better, even sweeter.

He broke code a few times and visited you while he was on earth (let's, before he got stuck with Skywarp and Thundercracker.)

Loves to hear you speak, and the moment you brought up your love for Sari, how you care so much for her and being with her always makes you laugh and feel happy... oh, such a precious sight Blurr replays over and over again in his mind when he is thinking about you.

He is definitely already planning out everything: When the war is over and the decepticons are brought down, he is going to ask your servo in marriage (as humans say), become your conjux endura, have as many sparklings as you want with him - he is already thinking on their designations and he can't wait to share them with you!

You are perfect! You are perfect you are perfect oh my Primus you are perfect youaresoperfectforhimitmakeshissparkbeatsoquicklyitmightkillhimhelovesyouhelovesyouhelovesyou

Of course - the moment you share with him about how once Sentinel Prime said something rather rude about Sari... Blurr feels his spark break in half at how you looked.

You looked angry, hurt that someone said something about the girl you saw as your own sparkling.

No, no, no - please, smile again, keep talking about how Sari brings you happiness or - or tell Blurr about whatever makes you happy. He wishes to listen, he needs to listen to your happiness - he doesn't wish to see you angry or hurt, pleasepleaseplease

In that little moment, Blurr promises to make Sentinel Prime regret ever open his mouth. He will make sure that mech becomes complete silent, as Blurr only wishes to hear you. Only you.

Jazz

TFA Jazz gives me the vibes of a stalker, self-aware yandere that slowlys transitions into delusion.

It would have been a slow burn from his part to fall in love (and obsess) with you, but it was the interactions he saw of you with Sari that made his spark develop those feelings.

He loved those moments where he got to see you carrying the girl with your arms, and the strong bond you two shared.

When Sari told you that time Jazz got scared at her when she just did a 'Oowa-booga!' scare at the mech, you laughed with such joy, and Jazz felt his spark explode inside his chestplate.

Oh, his beautiful conjux and his sparkling are so adorable!

... oh wait, you two are not together (yet).

Sentinel Prime has learned to keep his mouth shut and keep his own thoughts to himself whenever you are around, either if Jazz is also there or not.

Last time he called you a 'bot with too much organic germs' and Sari a 'nasty, organic pet', aside that he nearly got his aft kicked by you, and...

He swears Jazz nearly shoot him on the helm when they were chasing after a decepticon that decided to attack them nearby the forest. He would have yelled at Jazz... if it wasn't for that murderous gleam he got to see through the mech's visor.

TFA Jazz is such a fiiine mech, I got my eyes on him now. ♪(´▽｀) Finally done! Hope you all like it! Vhaos out!

[bombiikki]

𐙚⋆.˚　────  breakfast in bed °｡⋆⸜

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ – non idol!minji x fem!reader – established relationship !!

synopsis: minji serves face (and singular pancakes) and reader can’t fathom how she pulled such a pretty girl.

contains:fluff, reader is blind (glasses wearer), minji serving face card at 9 in the morning, but only cooked one singular pancake, a teddy bear, the teddy bear is a victim (of watching the lovebirds be loving), also minji is a model but its only mentioned at the end, its cuz she serves face card

a/n: omg tysm for so much love on my first ff like holy shiz bro 😦also i decided in this fic im changing from 3rd perspectitve to 2nd but ive never written in 2nd but i will from now on 🔥

birds chirped from the balcony as the sun shone into your apartment. in your bedroom, you slept peacefully with your girlfriend, minji, by your side. the sun had seeped its way through the curtains and onto the bed, even in your sleep, you could feel the warmth of the sun. 

you were awoken from movement in the bed; it seemed like minji was already awake. since when did she wake up early on her days off? you felt a soft kiss be placed upon your temple, making you melt into the covers. you listened to your girlfriend get out of bed and tip-toe out of the toom. when she left, you reached out for a teddy bear, left on minji’s side of the bed. you brought it close and snuggled into it before falling back to sleep.

you don’t know how long you’ve been asleep, but you woke up to a hand stroking your hair. you groggily hummed to the contact as slowly opened your eyes. you were still incredibly sleepy, ready to fall back to sleep in mere seconds.

“morning, sunshine,” you heard minji say. you’re not so sure if that’s what she said, the sleepiness messing with all your senses. 

you looked up to your girlfriend, squinting through tired eyes to try and see her clearer. you didn’t have your glasses on so, combined with how tired your eyes were, you could barely see anything. you blinked slowly a few times before you saw minji’s face a bit more clearer. despite not having glasses on, her beauty blinded you. you knew she was serving face at, what time was it? 9 am? sometimes, it baffles you how you pulled such a divine girl. you almost wanted to go back to sleep because of how much she glowed under the morning sun, it was too much.

“who are you? and why are you radiating with beauty right now?” you said groggily. through heavy eyes, you could still see minji smile softly with her cheeks going pink.

“so poor, tired y/n doesn’t even remember her own girlfriend?” minji said with a pout. “that’s too bad, especially since i made you breakfast too,” she continued.

it seemed like words came through one ear and went through the other because you just continued to look at minji with tired eyes. you watched as your girlfriend tilted her head and then chuckled. listening to her chuckle was like listening to pure honey. it was soothing and comforting in all the right ways and it made you feel alive. 

blinking away your sleepiness, you sat up from your sleeping position. you sat yourself close to minji, shoulder to shoulder, and leaned into her just slightly.

“so, i heard the word breakfast..” you grinned, feeling a bit rejuvenated. 

minji looked at you funny as you began to regain energy. you swore you could hear her mutter the words “big back” before smirking and handing you a plate. 

you still hadn’t gotten your glasses yet, so the plate kind of looked like a blob with a light brown blob on top of it. you reached out for your glasses on the bedside table to look at what your girlfriend had cooked up this time. 

“one singular pancake?” you asked, taken aback at how utterly normal this one singular pancake looked. 

you turned your head towards your girlfriend, who wore a big, proud smile. 

“bon appetit i guess!” you muttered before barehanding your pancake since minji forgot to give you utensils. but who would even need utensils when eating one simple pancake?

“so, how is it?” minji asked, still flashing a big ol’ smile at you.

“minji.. it's a singular pancake. what do you expect me to say?” you chuckled, but your expression soon dropped as you watched minji’s eyebrows furrow.

you felt a pang of guilt hit you for not complimenting her pancake. she did go out of her way to wake up early AND cook breakfast.

“you could at least compliment my pancake,” minji said with a “>:[“ expression, then poking your side. she knows you’re ticklish and so she smirks when you flinch. 

“i know minji, i’m sorry. your pancake is very good and thank you for making it for me,” you said with a soft smile. 

you lean into your girlfriend once more, resting your head on her shoulder as you continue eating your pancake. you feel minji kiss the top of your head before resting her head on top of yours.

“there’s more pancake batter in the kitchen by the way,” minji whispers.

“what?! there was more batter and you gave me one singular pancake??” you exclaim, getting up from your position and looking at minji with a bewildered expression.

minji grins widely and shrugs her shoulders with an “oopsies” to follow.

you attack her.

you place the empty plate onto the bedside table before turning around quickly and pouncing on your unexpecting girlfriend. you start to attack her sides, tickling her as much as you can before your attack backfires on you.

“how’s it feel to be the victim now?” you snicker as you continue to tickle her like no tomorrow. 

it isn’t long before she begins to retaliate and pounce on you. but, instead of tickling you, she pins you to the bed. you watch her with flushed cheeks as she positions herself on top of you. you watch a smirk form on her face, how her hair falls from gravity, the playfulness in her eyes.

“you’re so pretty, oh my gosh,” you say casually. you watch as minji’s cheeks begin to flush, and then suddenly she lets gravity do its thing.

“tell me something i don’t know,” minji mutters, crushing you with her weight. 

she turns the both of you onto your sides, face to face. your legs are intertwined with hers, with one of her arms wrapped around your body. your own arms are positioned between both of your chests.

“i would kiss you right now, but morning breath is a bitch,” you huffed, bringing both of your foreheads together.

“i know, you stink.” minji snickered. 

you watched her intently as she brought her lips to the tip of your nose, then your soft cheeks, and then to your temple. you giggled under her touch as she brought your foreheads back together.

“i should probably brush my teeth now. and also cook up the rest of the pancakes; i'm starving,” you whispered.

“so was my one pancake not enough? wow, i get it. you just hate me now!” minji dramatically declared, pouting with her hand on her chest.

you looked at her funny, then chuckled. “yeah, that’s why i’m going to make more.”

you quickly get out of bed before minji drags you back down, opening the door of your bedroom. 

you look back to see minji still pouting on the bed. the sun still seeped its way through the curtains, and it hit minji’s eyes lightly which made them glow. her hair is a slight mess from your tickle attack, but she makes it look good. her bare face glowed under the morning sun, and you couldn’t help but stare in utter awe.

“why are you staring? i thought you were gonna go make more pancakes,” minji questioned, wearing a confused look on her face.

“it’s nothing, you just look really gorgeous right now,” you shrugged as you watched minji look away with flushed cheeks.

“you know, with a face card like that, you could be a model,” you said with a smirk. 

“babe, i am a model.” 

“yeah, i have no clue how i pulled you.”

you walked out of the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen before you heard minji’s voice again.

“don’t forget to brush your teeth! i haven’t gotten any kisses from you yet.”

you paused, then turned on your feet towards the bathroom!

[embrosegraves]

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕫

Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader Monaco, Canada and Spain oh my! Oscar decides to continue his quest for world domination (claiming home races) and prove that he's the best boyfriend his ex ever lost.

Warnings: my usual warnings apply :P (for the love Nicole Piastri, please pretend oscar's wearing an rbr suit. i beg)

⋆Ember's Notes⋆ I will try my best to get each chapter out on the weekend of the last race mentioned in the chapter. For example, this is being posted in time for the Spanish GP, and the next should be out in time for Silverstone as that will be the last GP mentioned in the next chapter.

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user5987 he? HE?

user4351 she gets one dog and somehow also brings home a whole ass MAN -> misshoney.lemon uhhhh Mum says I'm much more than JUST a dog. -> user4351 misshoney.lemon you're so right, that's mb

user2457 mum? w-what happened to dad? -> yn.horner yeah so turns out I can't physically date/marry Javi Gutierrez -> pascalispunk not with that attitude😉

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user5598 Admin really said "yeah oscar got 2nd at monaco, but look at my clothes" -> yn.horner the girlies that get, get it

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[kesadoll]

♡ RACE ON !

♡ CWS. MDNI fem!reader, black!coded reader & yuji, reader x geto, size kink, unprotected, c♡nnilingus, "he can't find out," praise kink, slight degredation, starts off gentle but he can't help himself, fingering, squirting, oral fixation (?), drool, spanking, d♡ggystyle, missi♡nary, slight ch♡king, geto gets called daddy once or thrice wc! 3.8k

♡ sum. yuji is your older brother and you two share some street racing friends. your night is going pretty normal until geto has to take you home...

kesa's note ♡ late night & straight off the dome...its my first time writing like this in years tips are welcome (needed) ! lots exposition but gets right to it TRUST ~ there will be a part two :) enjoy !!! :D

“y/n, you coming?” yuji called out to you from downstairs. he was your older brother by a couple of years, but you two remained close and he brought you almost everywhere with him. yuji was a street racer with your mutual college friends: geto suguru, choso kamo, nobara kugisaki, and gojo satoru. though you didn’t race yourself, you found it fun to watch, especially when geto won. as much as your brother’s best friend would tease everyone after winning, he’d buy dinner for everyone.

“yeah, give me a sec!” you hurriedly grabbed your phone, making sure your hair looked okay before going downstairs. you walked past yuji and to his car, texting nobara who eagerly asked if you would finally race today. being the only girl she wanted you to give it a try, especially since she wanted the two of you to have matching cars. 

you hadn’t given it much thought as to why you haven’t started yourself. probably because you know yuji, though with good intent, would be up your ass about being safe when he’s far from that himself. you’d also have a lot to work towards, being surrounded by experienced racers it’d be embarrassing to fuck up. as the two of you got closer to the start of the “track” you saw groups of people walking, big lights ahead lighting up the start. there were already 4 cars there, yuji pulling into the 2nd spot on the left. to his left was geto, his car in such a deep navy it looked black. he sat with the windows rolled down, his one hand on the steering wheel, the lights above him lighting up the tattoos he had going up starting from his left hand. you couldn’t really tell but it looked like they connected to the tattoo he had on the right his neck…

“yo y/n, where we goin’ for dinner after i beat jiji?” his voice cut through your oogling at him like the finest of blades, the sound of his voice alone making your stomach flutter. he thought he was slick with the smile on his face, though he was a car away it felt like he was right there with you.

“oh- uh..” you weren’t prepared for a question like that, especially not like that. usually, you’d have time to prepare for geto’s fine ass to say anything to you. before you could say anything, yuji butt in followed by a loud giggle from nobara who was in a light blue and white car on your right.

“aye, you ain’t winnin’ shit, dinner’s on me.” yuji pointed a finger and geto as he spoke, and while he did so you slipped out the car seeing the race was due to start soon.

“well..while you two get that figured out, me and nobara will choose later, yeah?” you cooed at the boys, then turned towards nobara who gave you her usual smile.

“i’ll make sure they won’t kill each other. but i'm thinkin’ barbecue this time? if they’re paying we might as well make it worth itt~” she said only loud enough for you to hear, which of course you agreed. 

seeing nanami, another friend of yours except he worked at the body shop everyone went to rather than him being a racer himself, walking to the start with the bright green flag tucked in his pocket was your signal to hurry up and get out of the way. as you went to your usual spot against a temporary railing you noticed a car pulling up beside nobara..it belonged to sukuna.

without skipping a beat you could see your brother and geto look over and then back at each other, yuji’s chest rising and falling faster than before. yuji turned back forward, glancing towards you and the best you could do was offer him a comforting smile. 

sukuna was akin to your brother’s worst enemy..to say the least. you never really got the full story, but it was something along the lines of some drama with a girl that led to yuji finding out that sukuna has done more than a handful of unsavory and illegal things that everyone seems adamant about leaving you out of.  

regardless, you knew this race would be very serious for everyone. nanami lifted the flag, and instantly, a splash of colors zoomed past him. his eyes closed slightly, this race meant just as much to him as it did to others.  ever since he had that injury that ended his career while he played baseball, he busied himself working on everyone’s cars whether it was a true hobby or it was just something to distract him from the loss of a sport he had done since he was a kid. 

realizing you were staring at the poor man you turned your attention to one of the tvs with drone footage of the race. It wasn’t surprising at all that the boys, including sukuna this time, were in the front. nobara wasn’t far behind but you knew that it was on purpose especially with the look on their faces..they weren’t playing around. As if it was some kind of twisted fate right when you went to look towards the finish line knowing they were close, loud “ooooh!”s  and “oh shit!”s could be heard. your eyes immediately jumped to the screen. sukuna intentionally veered into yuji’s lane, causing yuji’s car to hit the side of geto’s car while he slammed on his brakes and spun out of control. 

you hadn’t noticed the scream you let out before your hand covered your mouth, everyone else’s shock turned into cheers as sukuna’s car rolled into view, coming to a stop a little bit past the finish line. he had won. 

after a couple minutes everyone else came into view, the reactions from the crowd being mixed, but that’s not what mattered to you. once they came to a stop you couldn’t help but run up to yuji and geto, nobara following suit. nanami was already amongst them expecting the damage, telling geto to ride with someone since the windshield and passenger side of the car were completely shattered.

“that son of a bitch. i’m so fuckin’ sorry ‘eto.” yuji’s voice was shaken as was the rest of him, the adrenaline from potentially almost killing his friend combined with sukuna’s presence alone was starting to hit him like a train.

geto gave yuji a smile despite the discomfort his own body was in, putting a hand on yuji’s shoulder, “hey, i’m alive aight? calm your ass down before you pass out on us.” yuji nodded and said something under a shaky breath. you rubbed his arm gently, leading him over to the curb to sit while someone else brought over some waters. you did your best to comfort him for some time, giving him some space you went back over to nobara and geto who were talking off to the side. as you got closer you could hear nobara chewing him out.

“i told your ass, the both of you at that, to stay a little bit further behind him until the last stretch. the both of you could’ve passed him AND you wouldn’t be out of a fucking car,” her arms were crossed, and despite geto having the longer end of the stick when it came to height, he seemed like a little kid being reprimanded by his mother. when she realized you standing there her voice immediately softened, a simile growing on her face, “heyyy y/n! you coming with us to choso’s? i know we all feel a little piss-poor right now, but he and gojo are having a party!” you couldn’t help but laugh, “damn girl! i was actually coming over here to ask if one of you could take me home. i have a morning class tomorrow or else i really would go. apparently my prof is a bitch about attendance.”

“i’ll take her in yuji’s car. i live down the street i want to go home and change clothes anyway.” geto finally spoke up, looking at you the same way he did before the race had even started.

oh god..

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you were home now. upstairs in your bathroom you found yourself in a situation. right outside your bathroom sitting at the foot of your bed was geto, waiting for you to come out with the bandages you promised to give him.

while in the car you noticed the amount of scrapes and bruises he had, though some of them looked only but a couple days old you didn’t ask too many questions. he already had a makeshift ice pack you gave him, but the thought of him being so close, it was a lot. 

something about the way he had let his hair down when he sat on your bed, the messy dark locks framing his handsome face. the way that his shirt hugged his chest and biceps, his tattoos peeking from underneath and decorating his left arm and even the right side of his neck. you always knew how incredibly attractive he was, but he was sitting on your bed now, waiting for you, his head resting in his large hands. you needed to focus, this was your brother's best friend after all.

you took a deep breath before you stepped out of the bathroom, but that didn’t really suppress the fireworks of your inner panic. sitting down beside him your heartbeat rang through your ears. you gently picked up his arm, and him immediately resting it in your lap. 

“y’know what you’re doin’?” he teased, prompting an eye roll from you.

“yes, boy, shut up,” you said back to him teasingly, wiping whatever was bleeding with a teeny cotton pad + peroxide. 

geto hissed a little at the sting, only relaxing once you blew on it, the cool air soothing him. being this close the size difference was insane. yes, he was taller than you that was quite obvious. but his forearm alone was almost the size of your thigh. your thigh.

you laughed at yourself, putting a couple of bandaids on his arm, him humming in amusement at your giggles. 

“what’s funny?” he asked, you leaning over him to grab the icepack that was more water than ice at this point.

“nothing, don’t worry ab-” you stopped mid-sentence, even freezing in place. you and geto locked eyes and your stomach lit up once more. 

there were so many unspoken words in that moment, the only sound filling the room being the quickened, but still slightly labored, breaths from the both of you. you’d had a moment like this before when you both ended up alone cleaning up after a party. ‘we can’t..' you thought to yourself, knowing that if yuji found out he would have a meltdown.

his eyes glanced toward your lips, your body betraying your thoughts as your lips slightly parted, wanting to kiss the man in front of you with every fiber of your being. you blinked away your feelings, clearing your throat. you knew better and better was to get this man out of your house.

“i’m…uh i’m gonna go throw this away.” you spoke in a whisper, geto nodding in response, the look on his face telling you not to move but you did anyway. you picked up the icepack and stood, throwing it away in the trash you had in front of your room. with your back turned to him you could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of your head.

before you could even turn around you felt his presence which was followed by a hand making its way around your waist, the other, placed gently beneath your chin, turning your head to face him. you couldn’t help but melt into his touch, the scent of his fading cologne and natural scent almost sending you into overdrive. 

“g-geto..” you couldn’t hide the neediness in your voice. it almost embarasses that you even sound like that off just his touch alone.

“i know y/n..” he said against your lips before pulling you into a deep kiss. you let his tongue explore your mouth, tangling it with yours, wanting more of his taste.

the hand beneath your chin traveled down your body and slipped beneath your shirt, cupping one of your breasts, beginning to prod at the sensitive bud that was hardening with every moment, beckoning for his touch. you couldn’t help but to moan against his lips and push your ass back against his growing bulge. 

a grunt resonated from within his lungs and in a swift motion he had you in his arms, carrying you over to the bed and laying you down. he crawled between your legs, your lips parted for just a moment longer while he took his shirt off, your lips meeting once more. your hands traveled up the deep muscles of his back and up to his hair, tangling your fingers in it. 

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty baby.” geto said with a new husk in his voice as he kissed down your neck, taking in your scent before stripping you down naked in front of him. 

when he sat up, you couldn’t help but feel a heat flush in your cheeks, knowing full well he could now see the slick that had been brewing between your legs since he had stepped foot into your bedroom. He noticed it too and god did he fucking love it. he wasted no time running a hand down your belly, watching how your back arched up into his hand as he reached your clit and down to your entrance, toying with the wet folds that were screaming his name. 

“and look how fuckin’ wet y’are..you wanted this didn’t you?” he cooed at you, and oh it made you sick. sick because you knew he was right and there was no denying how worked up you were, especially since your hips involuntarily began to rock into his hand. seeing him in front of you like this you were able to see how his tattoos were connected by a big chest piece, and the muscles that were once barely hidden making it all the better.

your little, shaky breaths weren’t enough of an answer for him. he began to rub slow, little circles around your aching clit. a moan you didn’t even know you could make escaped your puffy lips, warranting a smile plastered across geto’s face.

“yeah? it feels that good?” he leaned over you, your lips so close to his you can feel his warmth, “tell me how good it feels, baby.” 

letting out a whorish moan once you feel his middle and ring finger hit the inner walls of your needy cunt, you could only manage to get out a small “eto~..” in response to his words full of greed. the pads of his thick fingers poked and prodded at your puffy inner walls, his rough palm bouncing off your clit with every thrust he made. 

you already were pretty much completely undone. your thick thighs beginning to tremble, each moan you let out coming from the pit of your stomach. geto loved you like this. his hand had a firm grip on your curls, tilting your head slightly away as he left hungry kisses and bites along your neck and collarbone, making sure to give attention to your nipples, rewarding him with your beautiful moans.

geto’s hand sped up, his thumb now rubbing quick and deep circles on your clit. the sound of your sopping wet pussy filling the air along with your precious mewls. a rising heat began to build in the pit og your stomach, your pussy clenching around geto’s fingers. 

“e-eto i’m gonn- ahhh~”

cut off by your own moan, your body jolts and shudders as a flood erupts from in between your legs, soaking the bed beneath you and geto’s fingers. you could feel a grin against your neck as he sat up, moving his hand slower while you rode out your orgasm, your hips bucking into his hand slower and slower. 

“goooood girl,” he praised you, puffing out his bottom lip to tease you in the process. you watched him, whining when he removed his fingers from inside you. seeing him lift his fingers to his mouth to taste you on them, only made you hornier, that aching sensation rising from deep inside you. 

he moaned at the taste of you, rubbing his cock that was begging to be freed. you were drawn to it like a magnet, catching geto off guard when he felt his pants unzip, you looking up at him on all fours with your watery eager eyes.

“you gonna take all of it angel?” he groaned while you pulled down his jeans and his underwear, mewling when you see just how big his cock was. his muscles tensed at your touch, each vein acting as big shining arrows begging for more.

not only was it long, but it was wide and you couldn’t even begin to fathom how it would fit inside you. you rubbed your thumb over a pulsating vein, geto’s hand pushing your hair out of your face. you bite your lip before taking his tip between your swollen lips, geto letting out a deep sigh as his head lolls back. 

his hips bucked into your mouth, and you gagged once his tip hit the back of your throat. he wrapped his other hand around your neck and tightened the grip on your hair, you poking your ass out for him to see.

“fuck- i want you to relax for me, yeah? m’gonna fuck your pretty throat it feels too good.”

his words were addicting, only making you squeeze your thighs together. without hesitation he had begun to thrust into your mouth, letting out his own strings of groans and curses, praising you all in the process.

you gagged and sputtered, little moans escaping as he continued on. tasting and smelling his warmth your eyes rolled to the back of your head, giving geto a pornographic view of your slutty and drooly face. 

“such a pretty fuckin’ girl hmm? takin’ daddy’s dick down your fuckin’ throat so fuckin’ good? ngh-” a guttural moan escaped his lips and went straight to your aching clit, your hand following suit. 

before you had got your fill, he pulled out your mouth with a plop, your drool coating his cock and dripping from your chin. you whined at the lack of your mouth being filled, trying to get it back in before you were turned around with ease. you felt a little shy with your ass up in the air towards him so you pushed your hips down, but your ass was left with a smack and your hips lifted back up how they were before. 

“nah keep your ass just like that for me,” he leaned over you, sliding his hand up to the underside of your neck. he made sure his mouth was right next to your ear, watching your expression as he rubbed his warm tip up and down your slit, your hips pushing back in responsne.

“p-please i w-wan’ it~” you sobbed incoherently, repeating yourself a couple of times. 

your pleas were met with a single thrust, your eyes shooting to the back of your head as both you and geto let out a slutty moan. he breathed against your cheek, slipping the fingers he once had inside you into your mouth. you could faintly taste yourself as you suckled on the large digits, the want for something in your mouth being satiated.

geto started off with slow, deep strokes. the noises you made making it harder for him not to pummel into you right then and there, but he knew that type of onslaught on your pussy so soon would be too much for you. with every motion your cunt sucked him in deeper and deeper, wanting more.

“you’re doing so good for me. so. fuckin.’ good.” he grunted, each word coordinating with a thrust. you moaned around his fingers, his thrusts starting to speed up. you couldn’t help yourself squeezing around him, your mind not filled with many thoughts besides the cock burrowing itself inside your yearning cunt. 

you were completely blissed out and though you couldn’t see geto’s face you knew he was feeling just as good as you were. once he heard your moans get breathier and longer he pulled out and flipped you over, tossing your legs over his shoulders, resuming this thrust but leaning over you again, and his hands on either side of your head. 

you almost choked on your own moans, this angle making it easier for him to not only hit the entrance of your womb but that sweet spot that drives you absolutely crazy. your legs trembled, you barely able to reach your arms up to wrap around his neck, you were absolutely weak. so close to finishing and geto knew this. “cum for me so i can paint your pretty face,” he leaned closer so that your noses were almost touching, “fucking do it for daddy.” he spoke through gritted teeth, trying to stop his own self from filling you up right then and there. 

you did exactly as he said, your whole body tensing up. squeezing down around him your cunt gushed once more. you let out a breath, that really sounded like a moan, that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, panting as your body began its trembling.

geto wasn’t that far behind you, your squeezing barely allowing him to get any words out as he let out a gutteral moan, quickly pulling out and releasing your legs, jerking himself off while his white ribbons shot all over your face and chest. you compliantly stuck out your tongue, swallowing whatever hit it when he was done.

your lips were met with his, his humming filling your cheeks while he tasted himself in your mouth. he rolled off you and laid beside you, the room filled with the sound of both of your pants combined. you laid your head on his chest and geto moved your curls out of your face, his voice gentle when he spoke. “you okay y/n? i’m sorry if i got carried away, you’re just so pretty i couldn’t help it.”

you nod your head and giggle, turning over to face him, “it’s okay, i-i actually liked it! but you should probably hurry and go, that party started well over an hour ago and i don’t want anyone to get suspicious.”

geto grumbled and sighed, reluctantly standing up before grabbing his things, “you’re right..text me yeah? if you need me i’ll come back.”

“yeah,” you nodded once more and waved, geto coming back over and kissing you on the forehead before leaving.

~~~~

you were fresh out the shower and you couldn’t help but smile, falling onto your back, almost tempted to kick your feet. ‘i really hope it wasn’t just a one time thing..’

[imjustdelusionalok]

yandere dc: meeting camgirl! darling <3 pt. 1

have you ever wondered if...

the batboys and conner k. have met cam girl! reader?

The answer is..... yes! She has met most of them, but the same cannot be said to the other poor precious viewers of hers ;( feel very bad to the other members of the young justice and teen titans for that.

Warning for everyone: darling and my headcanons is sooooo unserious, and darling is probably a gen z-er whose referencing too much tiktok trends 😭 be warned

and anywho, these are my headcanons for their meetings <33

please repost i luv you >0!!!

　

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ᵈⁱᶜᵏ ᵍʳᵃʸˢᵒⁿ ᵃᵏᵃ, 'ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗʷⁱⁿᵍ':

one of our witty girl's most biggest and annoying dedicated fans in her stream! (He ranks 3rd in donating, and 1st in annoyance)

this man is LOADED with money, and knowing how darling can get greedy sometimes... yk what happens.

(not like he has any complain tho, as long as her attentions on him, shes allowed to take, take, take, take, and take from him <3)

How he met her fr is during on one of his late night patrols in bludhaven, he finds her on one of the empty streets in the city.

He gasps, very worried but so so excited.

'Bunny! :0' is what this man immediately thinks. Its his term of endearment for you, for looking so innocent and soft... yet so fierce and mischievious once known. (Live you is CRAZY.)

But 'Bunny', after seeing the man in blue and black latex, stood so still to the point of looking like this: 🧍‍♀️

You and him had a staring contest, so awkward and silenttt

Tho he snaps out of his train of thoughts when you finally, start to move.

Nightwing: !!!?!?!??

Darling: ....👋👋

nightwing: ...oh--

The hero of bludhaven could only pout inward, your normally so talkative and so very sharp tongued, so why wont you talk to him like you always do bunny? :( (this man forgot hes in his nightwing persona for a sec 🤦)

Turns out, our dear is very awkward when around people :( (or atleast to strangers face to face, bc she has absolutely ZERO shame when it comes to online people and her friends-- or that depends idk bc girly is unpredictable)

Anyways, before he could speak up, you ran away.

Nightwing was very worried, so he stalked followed you as you make your way back home.

Once you locked your doors and go to sleep, he takes a sigh of relief... but not before pulling out his phone and taking a picture of your address and place.

<3 what a nice little home his darling has.

(From that point on, you see this man in both his hero and civilian persona almost too often for your taste.)

Darlings pov on dick is that hes pretty f*cking annoying, and nightwing is 100 times worse

Fun fact: you often throw things at him, curse at him, or sometimes even FLASH at him whenever hes nightwing.

(he once tripped on a slime you threw and he fell straight down to a garbage can. Whoops.)

you think hes lame sauce and cringe af

you also think hes the type to say 'Golly' Unironically. (Hmm maybe u should start calling him that 😈)

Darling seeing dick/nightwing on top of the roof of another house infront of her own: go home you sicko 😾

Nightwing literally camped on top of it with the rest of the batboys visiting him + watching darling also: 🏃‍♂️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ (minus a running jason since he CANNOT be caught watching her as he has the 2nd best relationship with her in his hero identity)

Yandere rating: 100% on money, ∞% for nuisance, 50% for humor (-100% as nightwing sadly)

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ʲᵃˢᵒⁿ ᵗᵒᵈᵈ ᵃᵏᵃ 'ʳᵉᵈ ʰᵒᵒᵈ':

ofc this man is one of her favorites 😒 darling really has both the worst and at the same time, most interesting taste in men.

Hes in your top 10 on donations, but he can be very busy sometimes ;(

(Huhu but dont u worry, he makes up for it by giving u ur well deserved hundred grand before flying away to the next big battle he has <3)

In civilian, he prolly met u loitering around wayne manor's gates

(Dont ask how darling LIVES in bludhaven, yet is also in gotham 💀)

Your pretty face, so familiar, he recognizes you almost immediately even in his disheveled state in the morning.

...you were that p*rnstar. 😦 (ps: u middle fingered at him after hearing dat)

"--hey, okay, i'm sorry for saying that-" after hearing his apology, you put down your raised fists and eyed him. From head to... waistline actually his dick as you see the very scrumptious outline of it even through his baggy pants.

His eyes follows yours and-- hes flustered! Your such a perv, really, even when not in front of your screen you still do things like this?! >:( (not that hes complaining... he knows u like what u see and maybe wears these types of pants just in case u show up somewhere miraculously like today-)

"...You--" he sighs, pinching his nose. Its so early in the morning and your already at work in spreading chaos--- oh.

He stares down below him, feeling your arms hug him with a sweet smile on your face.

He gets hard a bit. God your even more beautiful face to face--

"Teehee, i always wanted to meet one of my fans :D especially you, mr. Big ;)"

...ah, he feels a lot warmer all of a sudden, the faintest red staining his cheeks. You... your such a cheeky little--

"Hey stop THAT!!--" he shouts, as you snuggle him aggressively >:)

(After that, he gives you some hefty money, and you feel very blessed afterwards and asked if hed liked a 'hawk tuah' as a reward)

...he dont know wtf is a hawk tuah. "You and your weird trends..." he groans, but watches you run around. like a playful little kitty.

If your a bunny to dick, then your a small little kitten to him. It makes more sense, you arent fit to be a bunny, your way too loud to be one--

"Hey i heard that >:(" he sees you stomp your feet.

...okay, maybe then just a little bit. Just a little...

Yandere rating: 89% on money, 5% for nuisance, 85% for humor (90% as red hood <3)

(everyone there will be a pt. 2 for tim damian conner and terry so stay tuned 😍)

(update: i think of rewriting this bc pt. 2 is so serious compared to this 😭 i think i was also high)

[hischierswhore]

Can you write about Luke Hughes being in a long-time relationship with a girl who is a figure skater, she goes to a competition where she wins first place and he is there with his parents supporting her, so a couple of days later when he is doing press someone asks him about it and he is like a proud boyfriend speaking about how he feels and how his family supports her too. Please, I love your writing.💕

gold medalist

pairing: luke hughes x figure skater!reader

a/n: my first fic for an NHL player! i haven't written a fic in a WHILE so i hope this is decent. also thank u anon <3

You were currently competing in the 2024 World Figure Skating Championship in Montreal. Your parents sadly were unable to make the event, the biggest event you've even been part of. Luckily for you, your boyfriend Luke and his parents had come to support you.

They looked beyond excited to watch you perform, especially Luke, who had never seen you perform before due to his hectic schedule. They were extremely supportive and could barely contain their excitement during your performance. It was moving and you looked so elegant as you glided across the ice so effortlessly.

Finally, the competition had ended and the results were ready to be revealed. You listened and applauded as the other competitors' names were called for 2nd and 3rd place, which made the butterflies in your stomach even worse. You thought you did great, but you'd also seen your competitors perform, and you were taken aback by their beautiful performances, leaving you to think that you didn't place at all.

"And the winner of the 2024 World Figure Skating Championship is... Y/N L/N!" The announcer shouted as the entire arena jumped up with cheers.

You had not processed the words that just came out of the announcers mouth. You were frozen, your hands shaking uncontrollably as you stood in the middle of the ice. You snapped out of your daze, tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks as you took it all in. You did it. You did the damn thing.

"Thank you everyone! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I am so happy! This is such a surreal moment. I can't believe any of this is happening" You exclaimed as the announcer handed you the microphone and the judges had given you flowers and your gold medal.

Moments later, you were free to meet up with Luke and his parents. The second they saw you, Luke ran to you and carried you into his arms. He held you tight and kissed your head repeatedly.

"Y/N, baby, I'm so proud of you. I love you so much, don't ever doubt yourself" He said to you, his eyes brimming with tears.

"I won't. I promise" You replied, kissing him gently on the lips.

His parents soon approached you and they were both cheering as loudly as possible for their daughter-in-law.

"Y/N we are so proud of you honey! You deserve this, you really do. Congratulations" Luke's mother said as she hugged you tightly. She pulled back and wiped away the tears from her face.

"Now go get changed! We're going to celebrate tonight!" Luke's father added as he walked off to tell everyone else about your win.

A few days later, you were back in New Jersey, seeing as Luke had a game and you had never failed to miss a single one since you started dating all those years ago.

Luke was currently doing press while you were at your shared apartment tidying up before you headed to the game. You turned on the tv to watch the press conference while you cleaned.

You were in the process of cleaning the counter when you looked at the tv to find your own image on the screen, along with Luke and his parents.

"Luke we have to ask. Your amazingly talented girlfriend Y/n recently competed in the World Figure Skating Championship and won the first place prize. What was going through your head in that moment when her name was called?" A reporter asked the 6'2 man, holding her mic towards him.

"Well, I just felt nothing short of complete pride. My beautiful girlfriend competed magnificently and did the most amazing job she possibly could. There was no question in my mind that she would take home first place, she deserved every bit of that trophy. I am so proud of her. Her dedication to the sport and hard work really paid off and it was very rewarding to witness. I'm so glad I got to be there with her to cheer her on. It's moments like these that remind me how lucky I am to have her" Luke responded confidently.

The reporters questions continued as he began asking more specific questions about your relationship and how things were between you two now.

You smiled when you heard him say 'my beautiful girlfriend', 'lucky I am' and 'her dedication'. You couldn't help but feel extremely loved when he spoke like that about you. He was so genuine, and it showed through everything he did and said.

"One final question Luke. We saw that your parents were there to help you cheer Y/n on from the stands. What did they think about Y/n's win?" The reporter then asked him.

"My parents were ecstatic. They had such an awesome time watching her compete. Mom couldn't stop telling me how incredibly happy she was, and dad said it was absolutely perfect. They know how much effort Y/n puts into skating, and they were able to experience that firsthand. That night was a special one, and they told me how lucky I am to have found someone like Y/n and be able to share moments like that with them. That will definitely be a night I'll never forget." Luke stated happily.

Once the interview concluded, you watched the footage with a huge smile on your face. You were feeling rather giddy inside as you remembered that evening, especially when Luke had placed his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, whispering something in your ear.

Your heart skipped a beat when he mentioned how lucky he was to have found someone like you, and how special it was to share moments like that with you. You loved hearing how affectionate he was with you, knowing full well that not many men actually showed that kind of emotion towards their girlfriends or wives.

It made you fall deeper and deeper in love with him each day, despite the fact that you were already head over heels for him. It made your feelings grow stronger, making you want to spend every waking moment with him and wake up next to him each morning.

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[thecircularlibrary]

getaway car

f1 au

word count: 1058

warnings: n/a

pairings: averyjameson

“Why was it so hot?” Avery asked herself, standing in the luxurious Formula 1 Paddock Club, watching and waiting for the race that she and her sister watched annually as children to start. The Monaco Grand Prix. God, it even sounded like a dream. How she and Libby had gone from a couple of low income girls with low expectations thrust upon them, to an heiress and an F1 driver, Avery would never understand. One distant relative that Avery had house-sat for one summer, and suddenly she was standing in a lounge watching one of the biggest and most historic races of the year. It still shocked her sometimes.

“Long time, no see Grambs,” she heard a familiar voice say from behind her. She turned around and grinned, “Could say the same thing to you, Hawthorne.”

Grayson Hawthorne. One of her best friends. He was wearing a Ferrari bomber jacket and a white button down with black dress pants. The staple of any of the driver managers in the lounge. 

“I assume you’re keeping up your whole ‘impartial viewer’ act you put on for every race, at this race too?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Then you’d be correct. And get rid of the air quotes, I really am an impartial viewer. Unlike some people, I refuse to choose between people I care about,” Avery responded, looking pointedly at the man in a jacket supporting his younger brother’s team while ignoring his older brother driving for Red Bull. She wasn’t being serious, she knew it was his job to support Ferrari, but she also knew he was in no position to throw stones.

“Listen, you know that if it weren’t for Max and Libby, you’d be wearing a jacket just like this one to support my brother,” Grayson said with a shrug before walking away to continue to mingle for sponsors for said brother.

His brother. Her boyfriend. Jameson Hawthorne. Though she would never say it to her sister or her best friend, he was the reason she was here. They could hardly blame her either, Libby lived with her in Ithaca and Max was four hours away in NYC. Meanwhile, from March to December, Jameson was 3,485 miles away in London. The plan was for her to move over there when she graduated from college and continue her work there. However, at 21, her college graduation was still two years away and she desperately missed him. 

They’d met at a Stand Up 2 Cancer gala two months after she’d inherited her fortune at 17. She, of course, immediately knew who he was. A Formula 2 driver and alternate for Ferrari, Jameson Hawthorne was someone worth keeping an eye on in the racing world. And Avery knew how to keep an eye on the racing world. When he approached her and asked her a riddle—“If yes is no and once is never, how many sides does a triangle have?”—she answered him. The rest was history. She became close with his brothers very quickly and Grayson and Xander became two of her closest friends. Nash was somewhat of an older brother to her.

Avery was shaken out of her memory by the first of five red lights turning on. In the qualifying rounds yesterday, Max had placed 5th, Libby 7th, Nash 2nd, and Jameson 3rd. As she watched the cars line up, she noted Nash and Libby’s Red Bull cars, Jameson’s Ferrari, and Max’s McLaren spaced out among others in that order.

She watched as the cars took off and got comfortable watching the tracker on the screen , where she’d be watching for the next two hours.

- ❁ -

At the 1 hour 30 minute mark, Jameson took his pit stop. Max took hers twenty minutes ago, Libby ten minutes ago. Nash had yet to take his. Avery knew better than to question Nash’s racing techniques: as of right now, he was the number 1 ranked driver in the circuit. However, that didn’t mean he was unbeatable. Especially not by his baby brother. 

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As Jameson finished his last lap, milliseconds ahead of Nash, Avery let out a cheer. Grayson smiled slyly over his shoulder at her as he clapped his hands over his head. She and Grayson left the Paddock Club to see the podium celebration. Max had taken third place, while Libby had taken fifth. While Avery was sad for her sister, she knew Libby would come back from it. Libby always came back from these things. She and Grayson watched, grinning, as Nash clapped Jameson on the back and they left the celebration after popping the champagne. 

Jameson found her immediately upon stepping off the concrete and ran towards her, sweeping her into a drugging kiss. He was still sweating and his hair was completely messy from his helmet. He was wearing his red and white racing suit. He held one hand in her hair and the other gripped her waist as she held his face in her hands. He smiled against her lips.

“I missed you,” he whispered quietly enough that only she could hear. Gone was the slight twang his voice had held when they met, replaced with a subtle, barely-there, English accent.She returned his smile.

“I missed you too. I’m proud of you,” Avery couldn’t stop smiling. She hadn’t been directly rooting for him over Libby and Max, but she was rooting for him to shoot out from under Nash’s shadow, and he had done just that. 

He dipped his head to her shoulder, adrenaline mixing with the race he’d just won causing him to be out-of-breath. “We should get out of here.”

Avery sighed in sympathy before patting his hair. “We can’t. Grayson’s looking for you to go back to the Paddock club and mingle. He says you need more sponsors, Jamie.”

Jameson rolled his eyes.

“The only thing I need is time with my girlfriend that lives over 3,000 miles away,” he said, about as exasperated as anyone who's boss has hired their older brother to keep them in line. Avery pulled out her phone.

“I can call my driver. We can go back to the suite and order room service and margaritas,” she offered, letting herself be 21 for once in her life.

He looked at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I’ll drive.”

[jezabelle9299]

Halloween S.R x Fem!Reader

Overture- You and Spencer are the only ones wearing costumes in the bureau this Halloween, he just got called in for a case, and you're dropping some things off for your roommate (Y/R/N). I want it to be fall so bad, it's 90 degrees where I live and my car does not have A/C. Also reader is a weeping angel from doctor who, which is essentially a creature that while it is being perceived by anyone looks like a statue (Specifically of an angel usually), very freaky, but reader's costume is a little more cutesy. (They're also only in the second iteration of the show, but as far as I'm concerned Spencer and reader are still matching.)

C-Ws- It's all fluff, there's a kiss? Teasing, reader is referred to as a girl, wears makeup, heels, dresses, etc, holding hands, they're like in love almost immediately.

Your roommate forgot the paperwork she needed. Again. This time she called you while you were on your way out the door to your halloween plans, begging you for a stack of files she definitely was not supposed to take home, that were nevertheless on your dining room table. This was far from the first time she’d asked you to bring her something, but it was the first time she said she wouldn’t meet you in the lobby or the coffee shop around the block. She was, in her words, “Chained to her desk”. So she required you to actually check in with security, and bring her files to her desk. The lovely kicker being that you were already in full costume.

She shut down your contesting with the promise of making her amazing pumpkin bread when she got home.So you swallowed your ego as you took one last look in the mirror. Your costume was cute, verging on sexy, but dorky enough to keep it from fully reaching that point. You were a weeping angel from Doctor Who. You were in a short gray dress with a stone pattern, gray tights with accompanying high heels, and gray lace gloves with don’t blink embroidered on them. The look was completed with some small angel wings and makeup that was smokey enough to tow the line between sexy and spooky. 

You walked into the building files in hand, up to the security desk. After picking up your visitor pass, you made your way to the elevators. Safely alone in the silver box, the doors started to close. That is, until someone turns on their side to slide through them. He’s exhausted, after clearly running through the lobby somehow not spilling the coffee in his hand. He was also in costume, giving you huge relief after passing all of the serious suit-clad agents in the lobby.

You smiled at his choice in costume, he was dressed as the 4th doctor, making your costumes kind of match. The doors closed once again and you stood side by side in silence. He was looking at you, almost like he was trying to figure out what you were. You expected this of course, but he clearly watched the show. Until he cleared his throat as you were approaching the 2nd floor. 

“I’m sorry-Hi-sorry I just, I have to ask. Are you… a weeping angel? You smiled at that. He did get it. But you pushed down some of your excitement to make an attempt at a cool headed response.

“I am! I’ll be very disappointed if that was an odd pickup line and not a guess.” His eyes got as big as saucers, and he put his hands out like he was trying to stop a runaway train, still clutching a coffee cup in his right hand, but doing the motion all the same. 

“No!-That’s-It was a guess. It’s a great costume.” 

“Thank you, I like yours too, a doctor dressed as the doctor.” You said that referencing the ID tag hanging from his bag, but he looked.. Skeptical? 

“How did you know I was a doctor?” He was just too cute. He worked at the FBI and couldn’t seem to gather that his name tag was giving him away? You just gave a small giggle and pointed to the plastic. When he looked down confused, he came back up embarrassed. Then the elevator did a final chime as the doors opened to the 5th floor.

“I guess on that note, this is my stop. Will I see you around the building?” He looked hopeful in a way that made you wish the elevator hadn’t stopped just so you could spend a few more minutes with him. That is, until you realized you also needed to get off at this floor. 

“Actually, could you help me? I’m supposed to drop some stuff off for my roommate, but I don’t know where her desk is. It's somewhere on this floor.” 

“Definitely-sure, what’s her name I can-” He was cut off by a man who was the epitome of the phrase ‘Tall, dark, and handsome.’ Not your type, but very classically handsome.

“Well, well, well, pretty boy who did you bring to work?” He reached his hand out to you, but you were busy with some extreme embarrassment, feeling even more out of place than you had in the lobby. The man next to you was’t better, his face reading as exhausted and humiliated. You eventually pulled your mouth shut where it was agape and offered your hand back to him. 

“Im Y/N, I'm actually just dropping some things off for my roommate, Y/R/N. Dr.Reid and I only met in the elevator, just similar tastes in costumes I guess!” Now the embarrassment that was once dawning on your face, dawned on him as he realized his error.

“Apologies for the presumption, I’m Derek Morgan, I work with Spencer.” 

You just couldn’t stop the words that came out next. “No worries, I should be so lucky to accompany Dr.Reid.” Derek raised his eyebrows in a small expression of shock and clapped a now beet red Spencer on the shoulder. 

“Well it was lovely to meet you Y/N, I would love to leave you two to it believe me but we’ve got a case.” You forced yourself to look Spencer in the eye again. 

“It was nice to meet you Derek and you too Dr. Reid.” Derek gave you a smile and a nod as he turned back to head up a small staircase, but Dr. Reid didn’t follow him. 

“You can call me Spencer, Dr. Reid is too formal for someone wearing this silly of a costume.” 

“I happen to like your costume, Spencer. And as much as I’d love to keep talking to you, your boss is staring at us.” you gestured to the dark haired stern man in a suit looking down at you from the door to the conference room. 

“Happy Halloween Spencer, I hope I’ll see you around.” You turned back towards the clusters of desks and started looking for the one your roommate was sitting in. It didn’t take long to find her despite the hustle and bustle still crowding the floor at this late hour. When you spotted her she was fixated on even more paperwork, not noticing you until you approached her desk. 

“Thank you so much, you are my savior. I promise that pumpkin bread is coming your way.” You laughed at the unnecessary seriousness with which she said that. 

“Thank you, and it’s no biggie since I was going out anyway. But I do need to ask you something. Spencer– Dr. Reid, is he single?”

“Wow, you’ve been here 5 minutes and you’ve already found your dork match. I saw him walking with Hotch a second ago, you’re even matching!” She was keeled over and cackling, when you stomped your heeled foot to get her to stop and answer your question. She pretended to wipe tears of laughter from her eyes just to rub salt in the wound. 

“Ok, ok, yes he’s single as far as I know, but I’m not setting you up. If you’d like to do something about your freaky little crush, you can leave a note on his desk.” She pointed to a neatly kept desk, piled high with books on every subject. 

“They have a case, so he’ll probably be out of town for a few days, but he might see it before they leave. No go on, do, and get out of here. I do still have a job to do, and no offense, but you’re kind of making me look ridiculous by association.” She tossed a notepad with a purple pen clipped to it towards you. You grumbled a quick thanks, still annoyed by the dig at your costume. But you jotted down a quick note, hopeful he’d see it sooner rather than later,, because it would be all the more humiliating if he’d forgotten about you before he saw it. 

Spencer, 

I only got to talk to you for a few minutes but I’d like to get to know you more in a place with less costumes and government agents watching over us. Call me if you’d like to go out sometime ♥️ 

(XXX)-XXX-XXXX

You drew a small pair of angel wings as a signature, then left it on his desk on your way back to the elevators. 

When Spencer left the round table, with only 30 minutes before he needed to be on the plane he made a beeline to Y/R/N’s desk approaching cautiously with a small wave. 

“Hi– Sorry to bother you, but I was talking to your roommate earlier, and I was wondering–” She cut him off, putting her hand up to stop him in his tracks. 

“I’ll tell you what I told Y/N. I’m not getting involved in this cute freaky little thing you guys have going on. Check your desk, go on your case, thank me later.” He turned back towards his desk, made it about two steps before turning back. This time with a hopeful look on his face.

“What you told her? Did she– Did she ask about me?” Y/R/N just rolled her eyes and refocused on her paperwork. 

“Goodbye Dr.Reid.” She left no room for argument, so he turned back to his desk, later finding your note neatly placed on top of some files. He read it twice, just to make sure he wasn’t daydreaming. He felt like he was in a high school movie, with the prettiest girl passing him a note in class. He was just getting lost in that train of thought, when he saw the rest of the team heading for the elevator bank, ready for the case. He’d gotten so distracted mooning over your note, he’d run out of time to change. He’d have to make his best attempt to get into his regular clothes in the small airplane bathroom.

It was a fast case, a spree killer in Georgia they were able to catch by sunrise the next day. He’d re-read your note maybe 20 times in less than 12 hours, even though he remembered every word, garnering significantly more teasing from Derek, along with the rest of the team after he caught them up. He could tell they were all happy for him though, despite the teasing. 

When they landed back in Quantico he swiftly deboarded the plane, and headed home paperwork in hand, to be done later. He’d typically do it at his desk, but he wanted to call you with minimal chance for interruption.

It was barely 6am. It was your day off, and your phone was still ringing. Normally you’d check and see if you could ignore it, but you couldn’t even gather the energy to look before answering. Luckily you didn’t drink last night, so you weren’t hungover, but even without that added layer of discomfort you were not in the mood to be up and talking to people. So you grumbled a dreary hello into the line, eyes still closed. 

“Hey– Hi, I’m sorry, I woke you up.I just– we just got back from that case and I wanted to know if you wanted to..go out? Tonight? If you don’t have other plans, that is.” You perked up at the sound of his voice, and fully shot up in your bed when he asked you out. You weren’t tired anymore. 

“I’d love to! I actually have tickets to this  re-showing of the original Frankenstein, if you'd like to go with me?” You could hear a shaky exhale coming from his side of the line. 

“That sounds great! What time should I pick you up?”

“8 o’clock would be perfect.”

“Awesome–I’ll uh, I’ll see you then.” 

“Ok, bye Spencer. Now go get some rest? I’m assuming you haven’t slept yet?” You were sure he could hear the smile in your voice. 

“You would be correct. I’ll do that, and I’ll see you tonight?” You said your goodbyes, hung up, and squealed into your pillows. You were up for good now, but luckily that gave you more time to plan. You wandered to the kitchen to make your roommate some of the expensive coffee you usually saved for special occasions as a bribe for her to break her silence about Spencer. She told you he was a literal genius, a fact that did not help your nervousness. She also told you he was a behavioral analyst, that he didn’t like touch, and that he was from Vegas. That was all she’d tell you before heading out the door a half hour early, while denying any further questions. 

Then you threw on some sweats, removed the last bit of makeup that was clinging on from the night before and headed out the door. You got another coffee, before picking up some of the things you needed around the house, in addition to things that would help you feel ready for your date. You’d gone on a few, but not enough to feel like you knew what to expect, and you were usually focused on making sure the person you were out with didn’t think you were dorky or weird, but that was kind of out the window already. 

You were already supposed to go to lunch with some of your friends, so you chose to ask their advice. They were the only people you could really trust with that sort of thing, but that didn’t stop you from immediately looking up every trashy advice column you could find online, most of which were filled with categorically horrible advice, but it was a great way to kill time. 

Once it was all said and done, you decided to start getting ready 3 hours early, taking a long shower, spending almost a half hour getting your eyeliner to be perfectly even, instead of the sort-of even you usually settled for. You threw on a comfortable skirt, with a form fitting sweater and some matching boots to keep you warm in the cold theater. Ultimately you were glad you got ready early, as it was still 10 till 8 when Spencer was knocking on your door. He looked petrified. In a good way?

“Wow– you look, wow. I’m–uh sorry I’m so early. I was just–really excited for this.” You smiled, and gave yourself a little internal high five that you picked the right outfit. 

“It’s ok, I’m really excited too.” Then you gave yourself a second to really look at him, no costumes this time. His hair was different–good different. He was dressed really nice too, in a polka dot button up, with a purple sweater vest, and a black tie tucked into it crooked. At first he was staring back at you, studying you as you were him, until some insecurity crept onto both of your faces at the close observation. You straightened your posture as much as you could, and asked if he was ready. When he gave a shaky exhale and a resounding yes, he walked you from your apartment door with a hesitant, almost hovering touch on your lower back before arriving at his car, only removing his hand as he opened the door for you. 

He played classical music, and you talked about your days, his case, and your Halloween plans from the previous evening. When you arrived at the theater his hand once again found your lower back, until you got in the concessions line, when he dropped it to brush your wrist before looking to your face. 

“Is this…alright?” He moved closer to clasp your hands together as you smiled up at him. 

“It’s more than ok, although I am kind of surprised.” You maintained your smile so he would know it wasn’t nervousness or reluctance, but confusion painted his face at the perceived contradiction. 

“Y/R/N said that you weren’t a big fan of touch with people you don’t know very well.” 

“She said that?”

Oh. I guess that’s not something someone would say out of the blue. 

“Yeah I sort of–asked about you. Is that too weird?” He blushed at that and a little of your anxiety dissipated. 

“I don’t think it’s weird, I tried to ask her about you but she sent me away so I could find your note. Which was definitely better, by the way.” The idea of him liking your note sent you into the stratosphere. 

“She wouldn’t tell me anything about you either at first, which is why I wrote the note. Which I’m glad you liked, I was worried it was too dorky. But I got her to tell me a little bit about you by bribing her with coffee this morning.” He laughed a little at that, and you realized how easy it was with him. I mean not that you were particularly experienced, but you were certain they weren’t usually this natural. You were pulled from spiraling into that train of thought when you realized there was only one person ahead of you in line, and Spencer spoke. 

“What would you like? I think they have most of the regular snack and candy things, but they might have real food if you’re hungry. I’ve never actually been to this theater before, I didn’t know they did re-showings here.”

“Me neither, I only found out about this because I saw something for it online. But a cherry coke would be great. And if you’re sure you don’t mind my germs we could share some popcorn?” 

“Popcorn sounds great.” And without a second thought he kissed your hands where they were laced together. He was just about to horrifiedly ask you if he took it too far, when you giggled and smiled like there was nowhere else you’d rather be, and no one else you’d rather be with. Truthfully there wasn’t.

You got your concessions from the apathetic teenager behind the counter, and quickly found your seats in the back of the theater. You’d gotten there well before the movie started, so Spencer told you all of the fun facts he could think of. And as shocked as you were that he knew them, he was even more surprised he’d found someone to listen to them. 

After sitting in one spot for so long, you were starting to feel the exhaustion from this morning creep back in. Emboldened by the fact your hands were still clasped, you decided to lay your head against his arm. His button-up was surprisingly soft and you had to fight the urge to fully rest the side of your face on him, in an effort to not get makeup on his mostly-white shirt. He relaxed into your touch immediately, giving you the validation you needed that it was ok. 

When you left the theater, and climbed into his car once again, you talked, but the conversation was decidedly less nervous. You talked about your friends, your job, and your family, and he talked about the coworkers he loved as family. When you arrived back at home he walked you to the door. Had it been anyone else you would have assumed that was a ploy to stay the night, but you felt like you’d known Spencer much longer than you had, and were certain that was not why. So you let him, and when you reached the door, his hand finding yours once again, he pulled you in for the best first kiss. 

His lips were a little bit chapped, you’d seen him biting his inner lip a few times when he got especially bashful, so you kind of expected it, but his hands found your face, and his touch was so reassuring it melted all of your nerves away. When he pulled away, you were both beet red and smiling. 

“Can I see you again tomorrow?” 

“I’d like that, as long as you don’t have to go away for work.” You were on cloud nine, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up for a second date to happen tomorrow, his work schedule was unpredictable, and you wanted to be as prepared for that as possible.

“Dear god, I hope not. Tomorrow already feels far away. I’ll make reservations and I’ll take you to dinner? When would be an alright time to pick you up?” You wouldn’t usually like someone offering to drive you twice in a row, but Spencer didn’t even sound like he was offering, it was just a given. 

“I get off work at 6, so I could be ready at 7?” 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Goodnight Y/N” And with that he placed another kiss on your hand as you said goodnight, before he let go, and headed back to the parking lot. 

[becca-is-not-well]

Hi pretty!

So I have a super cute idea that won't let me rest

So basically how do you think chase davenport would react to the reader stealing his clothes

Like pajama pants, one of his flannels, a tee shirt

Id yoyu don't wanna write if you totally don't have to🩷

NAH HE WOULD BE SO FLUSTERED AT FIRST AND THEN BE LIKE "Wait why is this kinda-" LIKE HE'D GO 🤨😲😳🥺😏

Chase Davenport x reader

Warnings: fluffy, a little cheesy, and gets suggestive at the end (im sorry I couldn't help myself I love him sm sobbb) 2nd person (you/yours) also I didn't specify how the clothes fit cause I'm a big girl and I know for a fact Chase's clothes would be tight on me if I even managed to squeeze in lol so it's hopefully as inclusive as possible :)

"Hey, has anyone seen my blue flannel?" Chase asked the living room full of superheros.

"You have, like, a hundred blue flannels. Care to narrow it down at all?" Bree responded with her usual amount of attitude. Chase sent her an unamused look.

"Then have you seen my sweatpants? I'm staying with my girlfriend tonight and I can't find any of my clothes," he says exasperated.

"I bet Oliver stole them. He had a history," Kaz looks away his best friend with an amused smile.

"For the last time, I didn't realize they were your underwear! I wouldn't have touched them with a ten-foot pole if I had realized," Oliver shuddered at the memory while Bree and Chase both rolled their eyes.

"Oh! Skyler, have you seen my blue flannel and/or my sweatpants?" Chase asked the alien as she walked into the room.

"You have about a hundred blue flannels, how am I supposed to know which one you're looking for?" Skyler replied immediately. Bree pointed at Skyler dramatically while looking at her brother.

"See?!" She said triumphantly, happy for the unexpected validation. Chase rolled his eyes so hard, it was a surprise they didn't get stuck looking at his brain.

"And this is why I'm going away for the night," he said with a sarcastic smile before turning around and leaving the room.

After almost a half hour of searching, he still couldn't find his missing clothes. But Chase was nothing if not punctual, so he ended up just throwing some random clothes in his bag and heading out the door to get to your apartment on time.

Soon enough, he was right outside the familiar door that led into a small apartment. The man let out a content sigh as he opened the door and took in the familiar sights and smells of the place, happy to finally get away from his own home and spend the night with his love.

"Honey, I'm home!" Chase called out, only half joking.

A blur of blue and gray suddenly came full speed out of the bedroom, colliding with him in a tight hug. After taking a second to regain his balance, he chuckled and hugged you back just as hard.

"Hi, baby," he said, burying his face in your hair and breathing deeply. It had been a rough week for him, but all the tension in his body left with a simple hug.

"I missed you~" you said in a slightly whiny tone, holding onto Chase even tighter.

"Missed you too, bug," he chuckled at your enthusiasm to see him, warmth and love rising in his chest. No one had ever had a reaction like this to simply seeing him before- and it was definitely a boost in confidence.

After a few more moments in each other's embrace, you both pulled away slightly, smiling at each other. Silently, you met each other's lips for a sweet, slow peck.

"Wait- what are you-" Chase pulled away again, his big brain processing what he had seen you wearing in the split second he had looked down. "Is that my flannel?"

You just nodded with a sweetly oblivious smile, stepping back to show the whole outfit.

"And your pants- and this might be your t-shirt," you told him happily. Chase just stood there in confusion- and a little bit of awe. Sure enough, your entire outfit consisted of his clothes.

"Is- that okay?" You asked after a moment of silence from Chase.

"Uh- yeah! Yeah, of course," he replied, a smile working its way onto his face.

It was cliché, but he decided quickly that seeing his you in his clothes was the best thing that would ever grace his eyes. You just looked so cute standing there, a shy smile on your face as you presented the clothing that used to belong to him. Obviously, though, he thought you looked much better than he ever did in the clothes- he would never dream of asking for them back.

Soon, the innocent adoration turned into something a bit less innocent. A surge of possessiveness and pride swelled in him as he looked you up and down again.

"You look so pretty, I don't know if I want to take my clothes off you or just keep looking," he said, the surge of confidence overtaking him as he stepped closer again.

You let out a giggle as he took your waist in his hands, pulling your body closer.

"I may or may not have a preference," you told him, subconsciously biting your lip.

"Oh really? Why don't you show me which one you want, then?" Chase said with a smile, meeting you for another kiss.

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE REQUWST YOU HAVE NO IDRA HOW HAPPY I AM

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: Smn requested a pt2 of the U-20 team meeting crossdresser!Yn. So here it is!

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"Hmmm?" Sendou squinted his eyes as he observed the Blue Lock team.... well, the starters more than anybody else. They were all somewhat interesting, but also boring to some regards, yet he couldn't stop looking at them. Or, better yet, a certain person in the team. The (h/c) haired striker of the team certainly stood out, as he looked way more... softer(?) than the rest of his team. Even his movements weren't like those from the other guys.

"Hey, Sendou. Stop staring into space and listen to what Aiku is saying." Hayate said lazily as Teru and Teppei nodded their heads.

"Yeah, we need to win this game."

"Sae is already being annoying with how 'lukewarm' we are." Cho rolled his eyes as Niou sent the older Itoshi and Shidou death glares.

"Sorry... it's just... that Blue Lock striker over there is very odd." Sendou said as he discreetly pointed at (Y/n), who was busy talking with Hiori and Kurona about something.

"Odd? He is just standing." Niou pointed out.

"Also, you being distracted resulted in him scoring the 2nd goal." Itsuki added in.

Sendou blushed in embarrassment and glared at his teammates.

"Shut it! And he is odd. Even the way he is standing is odd. It's as if I am seeing one of those idol girls."

"You have completely lost it." Teppei said calmly.

"Maybe we should limit your TV and internet access." Teru suggested.

"What are you all talking about now?" Oliver raised an eyebrow as he and Miroku approached them.

"Sendou think that (L/n) guy is a girl." Hayate simply stated.

"I never said he was a girl! I just said he reminds me of those idol girls!" The boy flushed a bright red.

"Oookkay..." Oliver said as he looked over at the said player.

"Regardless, let's just play now. Sae is already being an ass to me."

"Deserved." Miroku and Niou added in.

"Hey!"

As the 3 bickered, Sendou turned to look at the striker again. Sadly, this time, he wasn't as secretive, and Hiori noticed his staring, drawing (Y/n)'s attention to it. The two made brief eye contact, and Sendou swore he could feel his heart doing a flip or two as he stared into the player's eyes.

'Just what is it about you?'

Sendou thought that his encounter with the striker would end when the match ended, but no! They actually met up again at that karaoke bar, and again, Sendou had this weird feeling about the striker.

'He is just too perfect with girls... as if he knows first hand what they want to hear.' Sendou thought as he watched the boy's interaction with the two older girls. Meanwhile, Hayate, Teru, and Miroku were making fun of a pouting Oliver. Sendou watched as the striker's friends pulled him away from the girls.

"Stop being weird, Sendou." Cho warned the redhead.

"What?"

"You are staring at the dude like he killed someone." Teppei noted.

"Please, whatever sort of weird feelings you have for him, sort it out. It's getting stressful to watch." Niou added in as Sendou flushed a deep red as he tried to deny that statement. Itsuki snickered a little.

"You do have a weird fixation." Miroku said, walking over to the group.

"Bachira, please don't make a scene!" (Y/n) yelled as he pulled him away from an argument with Oliver.

"He does remind me of a idol tho... I have to give it to Sendou for noticing it first." Hayate added in.

"Please don't tell me you have been staring too." Niou groaned.

"In my defense, he is cute." Sendou grumbled at the statement Hayate made, and got even more agitated as Miroku and Teru agreed.

"So, a bowling match it is!" Oliver exclaimed, getting the attention of the rest of the team.

"What?" Niou wondered.

"We agreed to a bowling match with you guys." (Y/n) spoke up as she tried to get Bachira off of her arm.

"Losers buy the winners food." The (h/c) haired striker finished.

"Well, in our case Reo is buying the food." Chigiri and Isagi snickered.

"Aiyah... I guess. Bachira, can you let go of my arm now?"

"No." The bicolored boy said, which caused Chigiri and Isagi to grab onto Bachira to pull him off of (Y/n).

"There goes my hoodie." She sighed as the U-20 team watched in amusement... well, except for Oliver.

"And you! Blue Lock's number 12!"

"Ha?" The four looked at him in confusion, as the U-20 team sighed in defeat.

"Here we go." Cho and Teru said quietly.

"When the bowling game ends... how about you be a good brother to me and tell me your tricks on how you swooned those two girls soe easily." Oliver grinned, putting a  arm around (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"What?" The girl asked, dumbfounded by the statement.

"Why is he touching (Y/n)?"

"I don't know... doesn't he have a disease or something?"

"His breath probably smells, too." Isagi, Chigiri, and Bachira commented among themselves, trying to hold themselves back from ripping Oliver away from their striker.

"Eh... I don't know." (Y/n) raised an eyebrow as Oliver pulled her out of the room.

"Hey!" The three Blue Lock players protested.

"Hold it right there! Where are you going with (Y/n)?!" Otoya's voice was heard from down the hallway.

"That's not how you hold a bowling ball, Hayate-san." (Y/n) noted as she watched the white-haired boy struggle holding the ball.

"What?" The taller raised an eyebrow.

"You need to grab tightly onto it with all 3 fingers... that's way too loose." (Y/n) showed the shaky hand that was holding the ball. Although she didn't play or like this sport much, she knew some rules.

"You might injure your hand like that." She said simply finished as Hayate observed her hand for a moment and then repeated the same hold.

"Thanks."

"Welcome, let's have a fair game then." (Y/n) said as Hayate was about to say something, but the girl got pulled away by Nagi. The U-20 player watched with some new found interest the striker.

'Odd... but Sendou was right... there is something about the number 12 that isn't like the rest...' The white haired boy thought.

"You think that something is weird about him too, don't you?" Sendou suddenly spoke up from behind Hayate, who slowly nodded his head.

"There really is."

"Hey, you two! Focus! I need those tips from (Y/n)." Oliver warned the duo, who looked at him in confusion.

"What?"

"I made (Y/n) promise to give me tips about girls, if we win." Oliver simply stated.

"You... are getting dating tips from your junior?" Cho asked in disbelief.

"This is gold. I wish I had my camera with me." Miroku chuckled as Niou held in a laughter. Teppei tried to calm everyone down, but he did find this whole ordeal funny.

"Shut it!" Oliver yelled with an embarrassed blush as Teru and Itsuki patted their captain's back, silently laughing as well.

[acewritesfics]

There's a lot of making up to do | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, a minor side character being a drunk. Former friends to lovers. As usual italics are flashbacks.

Word Count: 2,990

Tommy Shelby Masterlist | Main Masterlist

"This girl should be out on a farm, with lots of grass and space to run," Y/N says as she runs a brush through the mare her father was keeping at his scrap metal yard. "All the noise and ruckus has her anxious and scared." 

"She's here temporarily," Charlie tells her as Curly starts cleaning the mares shoes and hooves. "Tommy's still looking for a home for her." 

"I see that hasn't changed," she chuckles.  

“What hasn’t changed?” Y/N hears from behind her.  

She pauses her grooming of the horse and turns towards the person who just spoke. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” she says with a small smirk on her face. “Good to see you again, Tom.” 

“Y/N Strong,” a smile also appears on his face. He hadn’t seen his childhood friend in 7, almost 8, years. As soon as there were talks of war, Y/N had left for London to go become a nurse. “It’s been a long time.” 

“It has,” she agrees, “and it’s also Y/N L/N now.” 

“You’re married?” He asks unsure how he felt about it. Y/N didn’t know it but she was the one who got away. The first girl he loved, and the only person he’s loved unconditionally. He thought he had moved past all the feelings he had for her. She was out of sight out of mind except when he over heard his “Uncle” Charlie mention her when someone asked how his daughter was doing. But seeing her here in Birmingham, in Small Heath, those feelings were flooding back. 

“Not anymore,” she tells him, turning back to the horse, her smile disappearing. “You know, you really ought to find her a home, out in the countryside, away from all this noise and chaos.” 

“How long are you back for?” He asks ignoring what she just said about the horse. 

“I have cottage on the outskirts of town,” she tells him.  

“Will you be at the Garrison tonight?” He asks, sounding slightly hopeful. 

“I might be,” she tells him. “Dads invited me out for a drink. He told me it’s under new ownership.” She adds smirking slightly letting him know she’s heard about him buying the pub.  

“I’ll see you tonight, then,” he smiles as he starts to leave. 

“I said I might be there,” she reminds him. 

He turns to face her once again, walking back over to her, this time standing so close, she could smell his cologne mixed with the scent of cigarettes. “You’re never able to stay away.” 

“I was the one who moved away, wasn’t I?” She challenges him but knows she’s last as she realises her words hold nothing. 

“But you’ve moved back,” he points out, his smile still on his lips. “Now why is that?” 

“If you think it’s because of you, think again, Thomas Shelby,” she says before tip-toeing to place a kiss on his cheek. “It was good to see you again,” she goes back to brushing the mare who has seemed to calm down a little. 

- 

Later that night, Y/N walks into the Garrison and is surprised to see how much it has changed. Tommy has really tidied the place up. For her it doesn’t seem as cozy as it use to be. But it’s still nice.  

She quickly spots her dad and Curly sitting at a table off to the side and starts making her way towards them. But she only gets a couple of feet when she’s stopped by someone. 

“We’ll look who it is, looking even more beautiful than she did when she left us.” 

A large smile makes its way onto her face as she turns to greet Polly. “And look at you, as stunning as always, Aunt Polly.” 

Polly pulls her in for a tight hug. Y/N’s mother walked out on her and her father not long after her 2nd birthday with no explanation for her absence and just a note saying goodbye. She was just gone. Charlie always told Y/N when she was older that her mother wasn’t ready to become one when she was born, she couldn’t bond with Y/N and aside from feeding Y/N, Charlie mostly cared for her.  

Until Polly and the Shelby siblings mother stepped up. In the way that her father had become Arthur Jr, Tommy, John, Ada and Finn’s uncle, their mother and Aunt became her Aunts who were like a mother to her. Y/N couldn’t be more grateful for the two woman who helped raise her. Her heart broke almost as much as the Shelby's did when Mrs. Shelby passed. 

"Tommy told me you were back," she smiles, letting her go. "How long have you been back?" 

"A few days," she tells her. "I wanted to unpack and get settled in before I made my presence known again. Dad was the only one I told about me returning."  

"Were you hoping to surprise us or is there a reason you didn't want to tell us?" she asks feeling a little offended that Charlie was the only one she told. 

"Surprise!" Y/N cheers, her smile stretching from ear to ear. "Did you really think there was a reason I wouldn't tell you about me coming home?"  

"And I haven't heard from you in a while. I wasn't sure," Polly admits, voicing her worries.  

"I'm sorry I haven't written or called in a while," Y/N apologises for her lack of communication. "I had a lot going on." 

"I understand," Polly smiles reassuringly. "You can tell me all about it over a cup of tea tomorrow."  

"Sounds wonderful," her smile falters a little. The only people who knew about her husband was her dad and Tommy but they didn't know the full extent of what happened. 

Polly hugs her once more before making her way back to the gentleman who she was occupying her time with. Y/N continues to make her way over to her father.  

An hour goes by before Y/N sees Tommy walking through the door and towards the bar. She politely leaves the table and makes her way over to Tommy before he can disappear into the snug beside the bar where she knows him and his brother go for privacy. 

"Tommy, can I speak with you, please?" she asks as she reaches him. 

"Is everything all right?" he asks her as he gets the bottle of whiskey that he ordered.  

"Is there anything I can get you, Y/N?" Harry asks before she can answer Tommy. 

"No thank you, Harry, I'm good for now," she smiles politely at the bartender and former owner and turns back to Tommy. "Everything is fine. I have a suggestion for that horse of yours." 

"I'm looking for a more suitable space for her," he tells her, trying to assure her the horse will be okay. 

"What's her name?" she asks.  

"Rosebud," he tells her. 

A look of shock makes its way onto her face when she hears the name of the horse.  

“Rosebud?” she asks, wanting to make sure that’s what she heard him say. 

“She looks like her, doesn’t she?” He replies.  

Y/N’s taken back to when they were about 13-years-old. She’d drawn a horse that looked very similar to the horse Tommy now owns, claiming that she’ll one day own a horse that looked just like that. Tommy laughed at her thinking she’d never find a horse that looked exactly like her drawing. 

As soon as he saw his horse grazing in a paddock on one of his drives out of Birmingham, he thought he was hallucinating. The mare was a remarkable resemblance to the one Y/N had drawn when they were younger. Once he realised he wasn’t hallucinating, he hatched a plan to convince the owner to sell her to him. It didn’t take much convincing for the owner to hand her over to him.  

“She does,” she agrees now that she’s reminded of the drawing she drew. Letting out a laugh of disbelief, she shakes her head. “How did you even remember that silly drawing?” 

“I remember a lot of things,” he tells her simply as those brilliant icy blue eyes of his bore into her. “And it wasn’t a silly drawing. You were so sure that horse you drew existed somewhere out there.”  

“She was always in my dreams,” she smiles. “That’s how I knew she was real,” she continues before laughing and gently hitting his shoulder before grasping it. “And now the boy who didn’t believe me has her. What a coincidence,” she chuckles and let’s go of him. “This is wonderful.” 

“What did you need to talk about?” Tommy asks, an amused look on his face.  

“Oh right,” her amusement falters slightly as she remembers that she needed to speak with him. “It’s actually about the horse… Rosebud. I may have somewhere you can keep her. It’s away from all the noise and smoke. She’ll have plenty of room to run and graze. There’s also a small barn that could be turned into a shelter for her.” 

“Where is it?” He asks. 

“Not far out of town. I can meet you there tomorrow, show you it. The owners already given permission for you to use it,” she tells him, adding the last part to reassure him everything has already been set up.  

“How does 9AM sound?” He asks. “Not too early for you?”  

“Not at all,” she agrees to the time and tells him the address. “I have to get back to my dad. I’ll see you at 9.” 

Tommy nods and watches her go back over to Charlie and Curly. 

- 

Y/N checks the clock in the entry way seeing that it is 8:57AM. Tommy would be arriving any minute and the sun had yet to shine through the cloudy skies. The smell and the feeling in the air let her know it was going to rain soon and she wanted to show Tommy where Rosebuds potential new home could be. After a minute passes she decides to stand outside and wait for her childhood friend.  

As she waits for Tommy her mind goes back to the last time she was with him.  

It was the night before she was meant to leave for London. She’d said goodbye to everyone except Tommy who had suddenly disappeared.  

After scouring all the places he could be, she found him sitting on her bed after she returned home feeling defeated that she couldn't find him. Seeing him sitting there she feels relieved but also angry as she glares at him.  

"Where the hell have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you?" she scolds him, letting her anger win. 

"You have no right being angry with me," he glares back at her as he stands up. "You're the one who's leaving, after all."  

"You're the one who encouraged me to go," she shouts back at him. Confusion adding to her frustration. "What was it that you said? You'll be the best nurse this country ever has? You were made to be a nurse, because you're always looking after others? London will be lucky to have you?"  

"Well I've changed my mind," the 21-year old Tommy, backtracks on his words. "Maybe London won't be lucky to have you and you'll make a terrible nurse." 

"Get out," she yells at him, throwing her hand towards her bedroom door and pointing to it. 

"No," he says stubbornly standing his ground.  

"Leave, before I decide I never want to see your face again." 

Tommy sits back on her bed, further proving that he wasn't going anywhere.  

"What is it that you want, Thomas?" she asks, giving into the young man's stubbornness after a few moments go by. 

"I want you," he declares. "Because I am in love with you." 

Y/N is stunned. Her heart is beating out of her chest and there is a lump in her throat preventing her from saying anything. 

"I've been in love with you for so long," he continues.  

"Why now, Tommy?" she says exasperated, feeling tears build up in her eyes. She can't remember the moment she fell in love with her best friend but she knows it was a long time ago.  

"Because I don't want you to go," he stands up and moves in front of her.  

She refuses to look at him, knowing as soon as she meets those beautiful blue eyes of his she'll give into him. "I have to," she sighs resting her head on his chest. "I start nursing school in two days. I can't back out now. It's too late." 

"I know," he says as his arms wrap tightly around her. "Tell me you love me too and give me tonight. Then we can go from there." 

Lifting her head from his chest, she pulls him in for a kiss. 

That night she had gotten little sleep wanting to spend every minute she could with him. Tommy stayed with her until she got in her car to drive to London.  

Once she settled in London, Tommy went to see her on the weekends he wasn't busy with the illegal betting den his father started. They wrote letters every week, reminding each other how much they loved them and missed them. There was a few weekends that Tommy was with her when he talked about moving to London to be with her. He even got as far as packing his trunks with all his belongings but then his dad had disappeared on one of his benders, leaving him and Arthur Jr to pick up the pieces. They were both frustrated and disappointed but aside from that things were going well between them. 

Until the war happened a year later.  

They had both been shipped off to France, Tommy to fight and Y/N to tend to the wounded. Letters became less frequent as the war went on. The letters eventually stopped under the war ended and Y/N sent a letter to Polly to make sure everyone made it out. Tommy was the one to reply to her, telling her he loved her but nothing was the same anymore. That was the last letter she received from him despite her having written to him multiple times. 

Y/N's pulled from her thoughts when Tommy's car pulls up outside the front gate. She waves to him as he gets out and closes the door behind him. Opening the little gate, he walks closer to her. 

"Did you say to meet here so I can pick you up?" he asks her, dressed in nice suit, his peaky cap on his head and a cigarette hanging from his lips as he buttons up the jacket. 

"No, this is the place I told you about," she informs him and takes his hand.  

He allows her to lead her through her small cottage and into the backyard. At the edge of the backyard was another little gate that lead to a paddock and a small barn structure that could indeed be converted into shelter for Rosebud. 

They reach the small barn just as it starts pouring with rain. The heavy rain showed that the barn had a few leaks that could easily be fixed. 

"So, what do you think?" Y/N asks, letting go of his hand and moving to face him.  

"You were right about it being enough room for her and being away from the noise and smoke," he says pleased with the space. "How much do you want for me keeping her here?"  

"I don't want any money, Tom," she replies. "You pay for her feed and upkeep and she can stay here free." 

"What about the barn?" he asks.  

"You can pay for the conversion, if you must." 

"Anything else?" 

"You can let me ride her and let me groom her but you must clean out her stall. She is your horse after all." 

"Fair enough," he agrees and looks at her. She looks back at him before looking away and like she there was more that she wanted to say. "Whatever it is, you can tell me." 

Y/N looks at one of the leaks as though she's inspecting it but the leak is the last thing on her mind as she ponders whether it would be a good idea to bring up the past or not. 

"Why did you never write back?" she asks, unable to stop herself from asking.  

"The man who came back from France wasn't the same one you fell in love with and he wasn't the man you deserved," he answers, his eyes never leaving her. "From when we were kids, I was always told that you were too good for me." 

"And it took a war for you to listen to those people?" she asks now looking at him. "When have you ever listened to other people's opinions?" 

"It's not just their opinions, Y/N," he goes on to explain. "It's what I've done, who I have become. I'm a bad man who's done bad things." 

"We've all done bad things, Tom," she tells him. 

"I never stopped loving you," he tells her. "Seeing you yesterday reminded me that I still do." 

"It's too late," she tells him, thinking about all the time she could have had with Tommy but because of his decision she spent it with a man who was drunk more than sober and eventually took his own life. Was she in love with this man? No, because she never stopped loving the man standing in front of her right now.  

"No it's not," he says moving closer to her. She makes no move to stop him as he takes her face in his hands and tilts it up, making her look at him. "Tell me you still love me too." 

"I never stopped loving you too," she admits out loud. "There's a lot of making up to do." 

"Then let's start right now," he says and pulls her in for a kiss. 

[angelsvoice1love]

Unknown (pt 1)

Y/n: Really, Conrad? You asked, as he threw his energy drink on the man's car.

Conrad: Yes. He parked on a disabled parking, and he wasn't at all. So, this is what he gets.

Y/n: Well, if he's breaking the law...then I guess it's only fair. You replied, smiling at him.

After a while of running around, and treating patients a mother with a little girl came running in yelling and asking for help.

Since you are a 2nd year resident, you ran up to the mother and the daughter. You started listening to her breathing, it was slow and sounded steady. Suddenly, she started seizing. After you gave her a shot to stop the seizing, the girl was lying calm.

Y/n: Ma'am, does your daughter have a history of seizures?

Girls mom: N...no. Never.

Conrad: Mind telling me, what happened today?

Girls mom: She was...uh...she said she had a headache and she also had a fever. But I thought she was just getting a flu.

Conrad: Any other symptoms, that we should know about?

Girls mom: Yes...she...she said that she had a tummy ache too and uh...um...vomited twice.

Y/n: Your call Dr Hawkins. You said, looking over at him since he was assigned to your case.

Conrad: Run tests, MRI, X-ray, and Labs.

Nodding, you made notes of the tests that needed to be done, and got on it right away.

"Few hours later"

Y/n: CONRAD! you yelled, down the hallway, as you ran to him.

Slipping in the process, Conrad caught you in his arms preventing you from falling.

Conrad: Woah. Are you okay? He asked, as he pulled you up.

Y/n: Um...yeah. Thank you. You replied, as you swallowed. The...the test came in. Little Anita, has swelling on the brain as shown here on the MRI, X-ray shows that her chest is normal and her blood shows that she has a few divisionsies in her blood.

Conrad: Okay. I'll consult with the neurosurgeon, ask what he thinks we should do. In the mean time, I want you to give her some vitamin c, vitamin e and calcium. Also make sure she stays hydrated.

Y/n: Anything else?

Conrad: Let's just hear what Dr Cooper says before we do anything else.

Nodding, you turned around to leave, when you were stopped by Conrad speaking.

Conrad: Note, be careful on the floor, we wouldn't want you falling now would we?

Y/n: You'd be worth falling for. You said, which caused you and Conrad to laugh.

Conrad: That was a horrible pun.

Y/n: Sometimes, you just got to make one.

After a long shift, a little girl that was in the clear you could finally go home.

Once you got home you took a shower, washed your hair and once you were done you dried your hair and got dressed in your pj's.

There was a knock on the door which made you frown, then suddenly the door opened to reveal Conrad.

Y/n: Conrad? What are you doing here? You asked, as you grabbed the black silk robe next to you.

Conrad: This. He gave a simple answer as he kissed you.

Y/n: Conrad, what are we doing? You asked, as you placed your forehead on his, and your hands on his chest. What about Nic?

Conrad: Shh. Don't talk. He said, as he kissed you again.

Without hesitating, you kissed him back as he undid the robe making it fall open. With ease he brushed it off your shoulders, as his hands moved to your waist. Moving his hand up on your waist trying to remove your shirt, he asked you to jump and you did.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, and arms around his neck you giggled as he kissed your neck. Moving your hair to the other side, you you connected your lips as he laid you down gently.

Conrad removed his jacket, shirt and pants leaving him in his underwear.

Hovering over you Conrad, smiled as he kissed your nose and forehead before looking at your pj's.

Conrad: These are beautiful, fortunately I get to take this off. He said, causing you both to laugh.

He gently, pulled down the side of the strap kissing your shoulder then your collarbone. Conrad moved his hand to your leg, as he rubbed your leg.

He then kissed your neck, your hand moved to his hair, as you pulled his to your lips.

Y/n: No foreplay, Conrad.

Conrad: That eager I see. Alright then, no foreplay. He connected your lips as he moved to take off your clothes.

"Next morning"

Y/n: Morning. You said, shifting to your side as you looked at Conrad.

Conrad: Morning. He replied, laying on his stomach looking at you. You know, there's still some time before, we go to work.

Y/n: What are you getting at Conrad.

Conrad: You know what I mean. He smirked, as he attacked you with kisses.

After a while, Conrad fell beside you on his back and you both were breathing heavily as you both looked at the ceiling.

Conrad: That was fun.

Y/n: Yeah...fun. But...should that have happened? You asked, looking at him.

Conrad: What? Why are you asking that? He questioned, as he sat up.

Y/n: I...i don't know. You said, sitting up holding the covers to your chest. I just...im not sure what happened last night or this morning...i don't know the meaning behind it.

Conrad: I don't know either. All I know is I couldn't wait anymore to be with you. We can talk about this, work it out.

Y/n: How about dinner?

Conrad: Tonight, after shift?

Y/n: Takeout. It'll be better, since we'll both be tired.

Conrad: Deal. He said, as he kissed your cheek. Before I leave, you should know all 6 times were amazing. He Siad, making you blush crazy.

As Conrad, finished getting dressed you kept looking at him and smiling as he come by to give you another passion filled kiss before leaving.

It was official, you were involved in something with Conrad that you didn't even know how it will end up in the end of it all.

Question was, how would it end with everyone around at the hospital and anyone can find out.

[thecharacterchronicler]

Runaway || (Dark!) Sebastian Sallow x Reader || Smut

Outline: After what happened between him and his uncle, Sebastian has no choice but to run away with you.

Word count: 3’450

Warnings: Spoilers for the game, aged up characters, dark and pretty unhinged Sebastian and explicit smut.

Author’s note: This is a one shot I wrote just to take a break from the cuteness and fluff I’ve been writing for my Sebastian and Ominis series so it’s definitely darker and rougher, just fyi.

Also, as this was my first time writing something in 3rd person (she/her) could you please please please answer this poll, that would help me out immensely! 🖤

Sebastian covered himself with his cloak as he walked towards the castle under pouring rain, it was way past curefew when he entered through the courtyard doors and he knew what he risked if he was caught by Mister Moon sneaking into a dormitory that wasn’t his but did it even really matter anymore ? His house in Feldcroft was empty, abandoned by Anne and saturated with memories of Solomon. He knew he had no choice but to leave, being there was unbearable but being in Hogwarts wasn’t much better either. There was no going back to the way things were before what happened, how could he live his life as a student normally, duel others for fun, when he knew of the power he had held in his hands and how it felt to take away someone’s life ?

He was a different person now. And he was determined to flee before anyone could stop him by denouncing his crimes to the authorities, there was just one thing he couldn’t leave behind and he was on his way to get it, sending the common room’s door flying as he stepped in, raindrops dripping from his hair and clothes.

He wasn’t too surprised to find her there, sitting by the fireplace, still awake at such a late hour in the night. Her face was distorted by worry and exhaustion, which strangely reassured him... It meant she cared.

“Sebastian ?!” She exclaimed, jumping to her feet when he approached her. “What are you doing here ? I thought…”

Her voice died before she could finish her sentence, shaking her head at him as if she was struggling to fight off her sobs.

“I’m leaving.” He told her, his heart racing in his chest.

“But you can trust us. Neither me or Ominis will tell anyone what happened.” She pleaded.

“I can trust you. But Ominis will turn me in eventually, and if he doesn’t, he’ll use what I did to blackmail me into abandoning my search for a cure and the dark arts.”

“Because your plan is to continue down this path ?!” She exclaimed, louder than what she should have. Of course, she couldn’t understand that he still wanted to explore such forbidden magic after seeing for himself the tragic consequences it could have. But he had to.

“My plan is to run away… And I’m here to beg you to come with me.” He said, taking a step closer. It was the boldest thing he had ever said to her. He used to be just a student with a silly crush on this mysteriously powerful girl, one he’d so easily engage in duels with and was always good at playfully flirting with but now, he had to man up and ask for what he wanted, tell her the truth about how he felt…

“I can’t…”

“You and me are kindred spirits. We’re good together, powerful.” He argued, attempting to come closer but she stopped him with a hand on his chest, probably feeling his racing heart pulsing under her palm. How could she not see it was the only way ? They were meant to be together. Her ability to wield ancient magic was fascinating and he simply couldn’t give up on it - on her - that easily. “I wish I could have told you this in a more romantic way but there’s no time left… I’ve got nothing to offer and I know asking you to live the life of a fugitive with me isn’t reasonable but I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without you… I love you !”

His whole body felt numb, maybe in reaction to his unprepared confession or maybe simply because it was still trying to process what he had done to his uncle.

Her hand dropped from his chest and he immediately stepped closer, crashing his lips on hers in a desperate kiss. He brought his hand to the side of her face, his fingertips touching a strand of her hair before pulling her into a deeper embrace, making sure she’d understand just how much he needed her...

He knew he was requesting a huge sacrifice from her. She’d have to abandon her education at Hogwarts, leave her friends behind and probably never contact her family again. She’d have nothing left in the world but him. It was unreasonable and cruel of him to ask for so much…

“Alright, give me five minutes to pack my things.” She said, panting after he reluctantly stepped back to catch his breath.

A flood of joy took over his body as a smile illuminated his face. He couldn’t believe it.

“I love you.” He whispered, feeling the need to confirm what he had just confessed. The happiness he felt was probably distasteful considering the circumstances but he couldn’t help it, it was as if nothing else mattered at this very moment but the fact that she had agreed to runaway with him.

He had finished washing his clothes in the kitchen sink just in time, turning around to greet her as she entered the cottage, her hair disheveled and her clothes covered in mud.

“How did it go ?” He asked, taking one last look at the drenched white shirt in his hands before taking it out of the sink and hanging it to dry on the back of the kitchen chair. He had done a good job, there wasn’t a trace of blood left on it.

“Ugh.” was her only response at first, as she closed the door behind her and left out a sigh of relief when she dropped the heavy satchel she carried on her shoulder. “I spent the day collecting dittany for the visiting merchant, he paid well but it was exhausting to climb up and down the cliffs.”

Sebastian’s smile faltered. He didn’t like not being able to provide for her, especially since he was the one who had asked her to run away with him. At least, he had managed to find this nice cottage, it was isolated from the nearest hamlet enough to grant both of them privacy and she seemed to enjoy the view, judging by the happy sigh that left her lips every morning when she opened the windows tort in the soft ocean breeze. For weeks now, since they had left Hogwarts, they had been taking shelter in abandoned shacks and decrepit houses. That wasn’t what she wanted and it clearly wasn’t what she deserved. A witch so powerful, so unique, should be living in a mansion at the very least, not like a homeless fugitive for his sake. So when their wandering in the countryside led them to such a cosy looking stone cottage on top of a cliff, far enough from other people, Sebastian had decided that this place would be their home, if only to make her happy.

She easily believed that they had been in luck to find such a nice - and vacant - home for themselves, not questioning anything other than the amount of food still consumable in the kitchen. She was tired and this was a welcomed reprieve from their life on the run, sparing Sebastian from lying to her again.

“I wish I could help.” He said, honestly. He felt quite useless on his own during daytime, when a simple escape to the nearby hamlet or a visit to a traveling merchant might cost him his freedom if anyone recognized him from the wanted posters that had been issued all over the country a few weeks earlier.

“I know, but the less people see your face, the better.” She replied, with a sorry expression on her face. “Besides, I don’t need any help for the simple errands I’ve been running.”

“That, I know.” He smiled, his tone a bit more playful as he approached her, bringing his hand to her face and wiping away some of the dry dirt on her cheek. Even like this, she was perfect.

She smiled back at him and he couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her lips, so soft and welcoming. When he stepped back, her eyes fell on his bare chest, questioningly.

“And what happened to you ?” She finally asked, a question he had been preparing himself to answer for a few hours now, yet, when the moment came to lie while looking at her in the eyes, he felt hesitant.

“I went to the village to buy some food this morning and I heard two old wizards talking about me.” He admitted, which was the truth.

“What ? How is it possible ? We’re so far from Feldcroft !” She exclaimed, the sadness and disappointment that appeared on her face causing him to feel the very same emotions in the pit of his stomach.

“I’m sorry, I know you like it here and were hoping this could be our home…”

She looked at the floor for a moment, her eyes turning red as if she was about to cry but not a single teardrop rolled down her cheeks. Then, she sniffed and straightened up, shaking her head with determination.

“It’s alright.” She assured him, placing her warm hand on his chest. “Our home is anywhere we can be together.”

And far away from Azkaban.

He pulled her in for a kiss, if only to mess with her thoughts and avoid her asking what his explanation had to do with his missing shirt. He knew how to kiss her to make her forget about most things, even her own name. He’d always start slow, the kind of kiss that makes for a cute display of affection but, without allowing her to catch her breath, he’d make sure to have it slowly but surely turn into something much more passionate. He’d devour her, scrap his teeth against her lips, explore her mouth with his tongue and soon enough, she was a moaning mess in his arms, unable to think straight anymore.

It almost worked this time again. Almost. But when she took a step back to free herself from his desperate kiss and his tightening grip on her hip, he knew he hadn’t completely managed to get out of trouble.

“We can leave in an hour, I’ll pack our things.” She said, slightly panting from the intense kiss.

“There’s no rush, we can spend another night here.” Sebastian assured her, his hand gripping her wrist to make sure she wouldn’t go.

“Wouldn’t it be imprudent ?” She asked, so innocently it made him shudder with a dark desire to corrupt her.

“I’m sure it’s alright. And if necessary, we know how to defend ourselves.” He reminded her, mostly thinking about the amazing power of her ancient magic. With her by his side, no one would ever catch him, she was far too powerful to let it happen.

She didn’t seem that convinced by his words and he wished he could tell her that he had taken care of the problem already and that neither of these old wizards will come after them but he knew she would freak out if she knew that killing his uncle wasn’t the only crime he had committed. The truth was, ever since he had used the most unforgivable of curses on Solomon, a darkness had taken over his soul. Now, killing didn’t seem that terrible, especially when he deemed it necessary for his survival or for those he loved. He might admit that he may have been using the killing spell a bit too easily, putting a brutal end to duels before they even could start and he sometimes missed fighting with spells like he did at Hogwarts, like he did with her, but the power he felt by taking a life was simply too delightful for him to miss out on.

“One more night.” He pleaded, because he wanted her to be happy in this nice little house just a while longer. And also because he had no plans on letting her sleep tonight anyway, not when she looked so filthy and was so gullible. Not when the adrenaline rush he felt from killing made him so desperate to feel alive.

She silently agreed, nodding her head at him and a devilish smile appeared on his lips as he seized her by the waist and pushed her back until she was trapped between him and the door. A surprised sound dropped from her lips as her head hit the wooden panel, making his cock instantly harder.

That was one perk of not being at Hogwarts anymore. He no longer had to be a student with a crush on his best friend, now he could be a man that could freely satisfy his wildest desires without having to worry about breaking school rules. And with her always by his side, at his disposal, he simply couldn’t get enough.

He crashed his lips on hers, his hands already reaching under her skirt but her fingers playing with his hair brought him to an abrupt stop as he remembered the dried blood that probably still was staining the back of his neck. He couldn’t let her notice so he pulled his wand out of his back pocket and casted a silent spell that bind her wrists together and held them up above her head, leaving her unable to touch him. She left out a frustrated groan in response but didn’t protest, visibly used to being held down and restrained by him in such situations.

Once his wand was back in his pocket, he slipped his hands up her skirt again, caressing her thighs on their way up until he found the soft cotton fabric of her panties. He pulled them down just enough to slip a finger between her folds, teasing her with painfully slow movements.

“You’re always so wet for me.” He remarked, as his finger easily glided over her clit and down to her entrance with the help of her thick arousal. She whimpered and moved in reaction, causing her invisible restraints to hold her wrists even tighter together. “Careful, remember that the more you try to fight it, the more it’ll try to keep you still.”

His warning seemed effective, she bit down on her lower lip instead as he kept taunting her for a moment, even pushing a finger inside of her for good measure. Her hips bucked forward, desperate for friction so he all too gladly pulled away, standing in front of her with a smug grin on his face. He loved it when she wanted him, that way he was sure to get to fully enjoy the power he could have over her.

He took his time to open up his pants and let them drop to his ankles, freeing his erection and giving it a few strokes as he gazed at her flushed face and heard her desperate whimpers at the invisible ropes that were digging in her skin. He liked seeing her in pain sometimes. In fact, what he really liked was being the one to inflict the pain, it made the pleasure he gave her afterwards all the more satisfying. He had been tempted to try the cruciatus spell on her again, see how she would react to it if he did it when his cock was buried deep inside her. Would she enjoy the mix of pleasure and pain ? Would she beg him to stop ? Or beg him for more ? The simple idea of it could make him cum right there in his hand but what a waste it would be.

“Sebastian, please.” She begged, her voice cracking with need. He may enjoy the power trip her desperate sounds gave him but he wasn’t cruel - not to her at least - so he stepped closer and moved her panties out of the way before pushing his hard cock past her tight entrance, mercilessly pushing forward until it was all the way in.

She cried out and her legs trembled so he reached out to hold each of them up against his hips, giving him an even better access to her core, pushing his cock impossibly deeper into her.

He closed his eyes and buried his face against her neck, trying to concentrate. It was always the most difficult part for him, that moment when he could feel her so tight all around his cock, trying to adjust to his size while all he wanted was to be able to pound into her relentlessly. With just a slight movement of his hips, she gasped, opening her mouth wide in shock so he stilled himself, feeling her walls tightening around him so abruptly, he wasn’t sure that he’d last very long if she didn’t relax quickly.

He moved to look at her, pressing his forehead against hers as he slowly started rocking his hips, unable to wait any longer. A grimace of pain briefly showed on her face as she once again forgot about the unforgiving restraints around her wrists. Her chest was moving up and down breathlessly as small moans escaped her mouth, which made him consider shoving himself down her throat next, just to hear her gag and moan at the same time.

He tugged on her thighs to increase the intensity of his movements, making sure her hips met his each time he pushed forward. The symphony of her moans and his grunts filling the small house, along with the thuds of her body against the wooden door. Sebastian couldn’t help but find it somewhat amusing to imagine the outraged look on the face of the old wizard who used to live here before he got rid of him if he knew about the debauchery taking place in his lovely cottage.

Her loud moan abruptly brought him back to reality, her walls clenching around him so strongly he could no longer thrust his cock in and out of her. Her legs trembled despite his tight grip on them and her back arched against the door. She said his name, which usually was enough to push him over the edge but he wasn’t quite there yet this time.

He allowed her some time to enjoy her orgasm, delighting himself in how beautiful she looked when she came. His binding spell wore off as soon as her body relaxed again into a state of soft bliss.

She almost lost balance but managed to catch herself with her arms around his shoulder, taking advantage of the proximity to leave a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled and let go of her legs, allowing her to touch the ground again. He finally pulled out of her, his cock aching for relief so with one hand on the back of her neck, he guided her to her knees in front of him.

From there, she knew exactly what she had to do. The warmth and wetness of her mouth ressembled the one he had felt inside her but the way her tongue was stroking him and her mouth was sucking at his tip added to the pleasure he already felt bubbling inside him. He pushed himself forward, feeling his throbbing cock glide down her throat, making her gag softly. She tried to move away to catch her breath but, with his grip still on her neck, he pressed her forward again, suffocating her with his cock down her throat yet again.

He looked down at her and saw the tears escaping her eyes from how violently she gagged, desperate for air and that was enough for him to finally feel a bit of relief. He pulled himself out of her mouth just in time to shoot his release all over her face instead of down her throat, drops of his white cum even falling in her hair.

“You needed a bath, anyway.” He justified, before she could even complain, with a smug grin on his lips. The sight of her was so lovely, it made him quite creative when he thought about all the things he was going to do to her that night, making sure to keep her up until sunrise.

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EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED: Toto Wolff x Daughter!Reader

Being the daughter of Toto Wolff has its pros and cons. one of the biggest cons being what you choose as your future career, however Y/n Wolff, his daughter never had to worry herself about being judged seeming that she already had plans of her own. From a very young age, the girl would go carting with her dad when he had time and also watch her father compete in races, winning the trophies that now decorates their home, along with her stepmother, Susie Wolff who competed for some time. Watching the two most important people in her life be so passionate about something other than family, made her realize that she wanted to be a part of it.

There were news flying around concerning a new driver joining the Williams Racing Team, preferably a woman, yet it wasn't verified until the day before the race that a faceless female would be driving in the seat. this caused chaos as fans and other F1 workers tried snooping around to figure out who it was, yet everyone was unsuccessful.

The race day has arrived, and everyone tried to get at least a small glimpse of the suspect yet no one that was seen were considered a suspect. The alleged female was spotted for the first time with her helmet over her face during the National Anthem. The drivers then got into their respective cars as they waited for the green lights. the race was going on fine as they all fought for the top positions. Y/n seeing that her uncle Lewis was at number one and struggling to keep his position due to Max being hot on his tail, she found a way to pass him and continued to defend until they crossed the finish line; Lewis in 1st place, Y/n in 2nd place and Max in 3rd place. Her engineer came on happily shouting in her ear. "Great job Y/n, you're at p2. You drove amazing today but don't think I didn't notice what you did for your uncle" he laughed at her. "Yeah, I had to defend my uncle Lew. Tell him I said congratulations and tell daddy I said hi!" Y/n shouted over the radio because the crowd was roaring over her head as she parked.

Up until this point they were still trying to figure out who the female is as Toto stared on in shock at the fact that he heard the sound of the voice of possibly his daughter through the monitors, yet he refused to believe that it was her until he saw her face after she took off the helmet and balaclava, which led the whole world into screams seeing the young girl who had just made history. Toto was in tears as Susie led him out to where his daughter was standing a few feet away from him. "Liebling?" he said loud enough that Y/n turned around and ran into his arms as they embraced while the tears flowed, and the crowd screamed. "Surprise papa!" The 18 years old cheered like an excited toddler as she pulled away from her dad's hug. "Y/n/n, I had no idea that you were interested in this, you never spoke to me about anything concerning this. What changed?" Toto asked his daughter, genuinely confused. "Nothing changed papa, I was always interested but I just didn't know how to explain it to you, so persuaded uncle Lewis to help me even though he had no idea that I was going to be joining professionally. He didn't know that it was me." Y/n explain to calm her father's racing heart.

The young girl went on to the podium celebration, shocking her uncle to tears as he didn't receive the message she had sent before and also Max who she had become friends with over time. The celebration went on as Toto watched on with pride as his daughter collected her first official trophy, he captured the moment holding it dearly to his heart of how he couldn't have been any prouder than in this moment.

[hiem3]

The ceo ;)

Summary~ you are Jeonghan’s assistant and his grandfather wants him to get married so every Friday he goes on a date with a potential wife. He always rejects them and doesn’t plan on settling down until he asks you the big question.

warning 18+~ F1ng3ring, degrading, a little slapping the ass.

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Jeonghan is the ceo of a big tech company and he is also your boss. He’s known for being quite the playboy and turns down every engagement proposals.

Every friday he’ll go on a date to meet another women who he’ll reject because he doesn’t want to be tied down yet.

as his assistant you know everything about him so on friday night he said “darling i’ll be out again on a..meeting” you sigh with disappointment “Mr. Yoon can’t you meet a nice girl and please your grandfather? also stop calling me darling, it won’t help you getting a wife anytime soon” he grins and says “what if i married you?”

he does this every time he’ll say something sly to cover up his issue. usually you’ll brush it off but instead you played into his game “hmm maybe you should and then you’ll stop going on those horrible dates” you reply back handing him his brief case. there was an awkward pause for a bit like as if he was actually think about your proposal. “anyways you should leave, you shouldn’t make a girl wait” you say shooing him out the door and into his car.

you’re still back at the office working on some of the files Jeonghan asked you to over look. it’s tiring looking after him but he does have a soft side to him many other people doesn’t see expect you, which makes you love him.

you look at the clock waiting for him to come back. Jeonghan comes into the office fully drenched in water, his long hair is slightly messy, you can see his abs through his wet button up, and he looks mad but in a hot way. “oh my- wha-“ you say before you can make out a sentence he said “zip it. listen as soon as i rejected her she spilled water all over my clothes and then i had to wait for the chauffeur in the rain” he said frustrated. you quickly grab a towel and start drying him off “well that’s what you get for rejecting a girl flat out on the 1st date” jeonghan snaps “what? do you actually want me to get married” you pause “if that’s what you want sure” he grabs you wrists and looks you dead in the eyes. “you’re telling me that you never had feelings for me?” you couldn’t look him straight in the eyes and lie to him. “stop playing games with me Mr. Yoon”. he lets go of your wrist and looked disappointed. “you can leave it’s getting late and it’s pouring rain outside” he says. you say thank you and grab your things quickly. as your making your way out of the door he says “i expect an answer from you, by next Friday” you scoff and walk away. he’s always been teasing you but this time it felt different.

Next Thursday your sitting on your disk filling paper work for Jeonghan. Lately you guys have been weirdly normal even though you guys did have some sexual tension between each other. “Oh y/n there you are” Jeonghan says coming into your cubicle. “do you need anything Mr. Yoon?” you ask “actually yes, can you clear this friday off? i’m planning to have that 2nd date with the girl last friday”.

you accidentally choke on your coffee “you mean the same girl who spilled water all over you?” “well..yes i’ve given it some thought and you were right i should settle down”. you were furious, angry didn’t describe how you felt in that moment. you acted oblivious as if you didn’t care but deep inside you did care. it wasn’t like he was going on another date with a different girl, no! it was the same girl from last time. “hm- okay i’ll do that for you Mr. Yoon” you say putting on your best smile. “great”.

Friday roles around and you’re praying that Jeonghan doesn’t go through with the date. “Y/n which tie looks better? the blue or purple” he asks holding up 2 ties and comparing them. “hm..i think the purple one, it suits you” you reply back not really paying attention. Jeonghan catches on “y/n this is important which tie? be honest” you sigh and grab one of the ties. you start tying the blue one on him “on 2nd thought this one suits you” he says “thank you y/n do you think that she would like it?” you accidentally tie the tie too tight which causes him to choke a little. “sure she will love it” you say giving him a half ass grin.

Jeonghan leans over you and says “are you jealous?” you guys make direct eye contact. it feels like even if you lie he’ll see right through you. you can feel his breath on your skin, his eyes softly looking at you begging for a yes, his hands on your waist. you gulp “no- i mean yes i-“ before you can make out a sentence he kisses you.

his tongue against your tongue and his grip became even tighter on your waist. you pull your head back for air but he grabs you on the back of the head with his hand to kiss him again. you guys make your way to his office table. You can feel his cock against your cunt through his pants. “Mr. Yoon we- shouldn’t” you say breathlessly.

Jeonghan starts kissing you on your neck to your thighs. sliding your panties to the sides and inserting his 2 fingers into your wet cunt “that’s not what your eyes are telling me” he says. that bastard how sly can he be. “oh yeah? you think your so great?” you say boldly. “hm..i would say so..plus your insides are telling me you think so as well” jeonghan says into your ear. jeonghan is hitting every spot making you like putty in his hands. he starts swirling his thumb on your clit. “Hm- Mr. Yoo..n uh right there!” you moan. as Jeonghan is playing with your cunt he’s also kissing your boobs and fondling them. “darling you’re gonna make a mess on the table” you moan “please put it in Mr. Yoon i’m so cl-ose” a sudden rush of pleasure fills your body and tears drip down your face. “it’s Jeonghan and your right, you don’t deserve to cum yet” he pulls out his fingers as soon as you were gonna finish. Jeonghan lifts one of your legs and you start unbuckling his pants. “oh this slut is hungry hm?” you reply “yes only for you”. Jeonghan smirks and inserts his tip. Even with the tip he was too big for you. he brushes through your hair comforting you that you can take him.

he completely bottoms you out and he starts moving. He’s going in deep and fast, slapping you ass around. “you like that don’t you? hm? my little slut” he says while pumping you with his cock and sucking your tittie. “hmMm” you try to reply back but you can’t. the pleasure was too good that you couldn’t form a complete sentence. “you don’t need to say anything”. Jeonghan turns you around and starts hitting from the back. your whole chest is on the table and your ass up in the air. “put your ass up even more” Jeonghan commands slapping you ass a little bit. you groan “Jeonghan i’m close!” “that’s okay just cum my darling” Jeonghan starts fondling with you tits and pumping you even faster. He’s going in so deep that you can feel his cock inside your stomach. Jeonghan grabs your too arms to go even deeper. “uh-uh right there!“ you moan “just cum darling, i can only make you feel this way” Jeonghan says. your legs were shaking from all the pleasure, your eyes rolling back, and you cried out his name while you came. “i’m gonna make sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow” Jeonghan says smiling at you while your whole makeup and mascara was dripping down your face.