#i want to take the picture out but i do want to wear it :'( it was a very nice necklace

[reiderwriter]

Hello there baby, are your parents bakers? Cause you're a cutie pie lol sorry couldn't resist the urge to flirt with my favorite writer💕How have you been? How was your day? I wish you a wonderful day and a lovely night💕

It's my first time here sending an ask but lately I've been thinking about shy!Spencer x flirty!reader, I just think is such a cute couple.

So if you're taking requests, I was thinking about early seasons Spencer completely falling for the reader and the way she's so flirty but sweet and kind, the way he'd be blushing hard at anything she says and how he'd like the way she's always touching him cause he felt cherised and desired.

It could be fluff or smut or both cause I can picture them going slow with the relationship but Spencer being eager to please her and show how much he loves everything about her.

You said about choosing a emoji, so can I be the 🐇anon?

A/N: Thanks for the request! Shy Spencer is the best because he's so dumb and silly and doesn't realize when people are attracted to him. I've said it before, but he's basically every nerdy main character in 00s romcoms that are "unattractive" because they wear glasses. I hope you enjoy the fic~♡

Warnings: mentions of case details, slight spoilers for upto s5

With a degree in law and a deep-rooted hatred of businessmen, you'd certainly found your calling in one of the FBI White Collar divisions. Putting away the sleazy bastards was easily one of the biggest perks of the job, but every coin had a second side, and yours was you actually had to interact with the cretins before you could take them down. 

You'd dealt with bribes, dinner invites, and sexual propositions more than a time or two, and had to remind yourself that kicking anyone of them clean in the balls was most likely a firing offense, if not legally off the table. 

The man in the case you were currently working - possibly Bill Hodges, possibly Daniel Brady, possibly so many more men - had been a typical white collar freak until he'd moved on to murder. And when you'd been so close to nailing his ass for fraud, too. 

You'd had no choice but to call in whatever unit it was that actually got to put bullets in the bastards, sure that you were going to be strong-armed out of months of work for the glory of taking down a spree killer. 

Instead, you got Spencer Reid, delivered freshly to your desk like a lamb to slaughter. 

“Sorry, you're the agent from the BAU?” You asked, raking your eyes across his body, smiling at his obvious discomfort with the attention. 

“Yes, Doctor Reid. I'm here for more information on the Hodges files.” 

You dusted your skirt off as you stood, moving around the desk to grab the file. You held it out to him but pulled it back when he reached for it.

“I'm sorry, you're really in the BAU?” An embarrassed look fell across his face, and you instantly felt shitty. 

“Do you want to see my credentials?” 

“No, I'm sorry, it's just - I wasn't expecting someone so…pretty?” 

The embarrassed look deepened to a flush, and you brightened at the sight. You weren't lying. He really was pretty, and you hoped your comment hadn't come off as patronizing. 

“You're adorable. Here's the file, I’ll be at your team briefing in half an hour. Spencer, right?” 

He nodded, finally waking up and taking the files as you pushed it against his chest, using the movement to step slightly closer. 

“I'll see you later then,” you trailed your look down, getting a good look at all of him before meeting his eyes again. “Save me a seat?” 

“I should… I'll, uh, go now. Thanks for the-” he stammered, pointing to the file, backing out of your space slowly, like an animal trying not to show its back to a predator. 

Unlike the long line of scumbags filling the halls and case files of your floor, Spencer was without bravado or ego. His lack of both meant that you were interested. You were very interested. 

Half an hour later, you practically sprinted to the 6th floor, bouncing up the stairs to the office where you'd take your meeting like a giddy school girl. 

“Hello, sorry, I'm not late, am I?” You asked, quietly opening the door and letting yourself in. 

“Agent Y/N, no, perfect timing, Penelope was just about to brief us on your case,” Hotch said, rising and giving your hand a firm shake. He looked around to find a seat to usher you into, but you quickly dropped yourself into the seat right beside Spencer Reid, grin deepening as he flushed and offered you an awkward yet endearing smile. 

Unconsciously, you shifted closer, shooting him your own smile before the meeting officially began, and you were forced to keep a straight, serious face. 

The entire case progressed in much the same way, with you doing everything you could to fluster Spencer Reid and him doing everything in his power to convince himself you were being friendly. 

“Spencer, do you have a phone number?” You asked after slipping out of the meeting, trailing him back to his desk. 

“Yeah, we have to keep connected for cases, so I have a phone.” 

“Great. Your number - what is it?” 

He rattled off the digital as you scribbled them down on a notepad. 

“And Hotch's number is-” 

“Oh, I won't need that. Thanks, Spencer.” You said waving as you left to slink back to your desk. You could hear him calling out behind you, confused. 

“Y/N… Y/N, we split up on cases often, if there's an incident and you need to contact us it's better to have all of the team members numbers,” he panted, jogging to catch up with your focused pace. 

“If I need to contact you, I'll take myself to Agent Garcia’s office and use her direct line,” you said, finally stopping yourself at the elevator and pressing the button. 

He caught up, and stopped abruptly next to you. 

“Oh… oh, yeah that's… that's efficient.” 

You stepped onto the elevator when it arrived, leaving Spencer hesitating whether or not to climb in himself, desperately wondering why you'd ask for his number then. 

“Goodbye, Doctor Reid,” you said, pressing the door close button and blowing him a kiss just before the doors blocked you from sight. 

To tell the truth, you'd had a lot of fun flirting with Spencer on the phone from Penelope’s office during the case. The woman was an inspiration, even if her flirting had a completely different purpose and meaning than your own. Her friendship with Derek Morgan was admirable, but you didn't want to be friends with Spencer Reid. 

“Hello, handsome, what can I do for you today?” You asked, picking up the phone and basking in the stammers that answered you down the line. 

“D-Do you need me to get Morgan for you?” He said, his voice treading lightly. 

“Unless Derek Morgan has, overnight, managed to turn into a 6’1 Doctor with a penchant for cardigans and leather satchels and an IQ of 187, then I am absolutely not looking for him. I have case details.” 

He brushed past your comment, but he kept the slight stammer through the conversation, right until you signed off. 

“Until next time, sexy.”

“Um, yeah… thanks…beautiful?” he signed off, and you guffawed in laughter even as Penelope stared wide-eyed in your direction, not believing her ears. 

“Please forgive our little test tube genius. We forgot to add flirting skills to his childhood curriculum, and now, alas, the poor thing doesn't know a damn thing.” 

He'd called back a few hours later, and you'd purred more compliments down the line, but this time with the team surrounding him as they closed in on your unsub. 

“Hello, this is beautiful speaking. How may I help you?” You giggled down the line, picking up the call after only a single ring. 

“Y/N,” he breathed, catching his breath awkwardly as he struggled to remember why it was you were needed. 

“So… um, like… Hotch has a question about the files you sent earlier. He needs Penelope to… do something as well.” 

You could almost see the awkward nod through the phone. 

“Great. Pass me over to Hotch, then, hot stuff.” 

You heard the tell-tale sound of Derek Morgan’s cackle in the background, and you couldn't help but let another giggle slip out. You were a gonner, and, hopefully, so was he. 

The case wrapped quickly after that, spree killing being a quick game of cat and mouse out of necessity. You weren't happy with three bodies, but it sure as hell was preferable to more. 

You greeted the BAU team at the jet hanger as they returned, reclaiming your fraud files for paperwork and using that simple chore as a reason to get close to Spencer again. 

“Good work out there, Doctor Reid.” 

“What, he's not hot stuff anymore now he's in front of you?” Emily Prentiss laughed, throwing her go bag onto her shoulder and trailing behind where you'd started strolling alongside Spencer. 

“Oh, he's still hot stuff. He's just hot stuff with three PhDs that just stopped a spree killer,” you said, sighing dreamily. “How do you do it?” 

“We were all there too, you know,” the other woman chuckled as you made it inside the building and to the elevator. 

“Yeah, well,” you said, taking a second to reach out and straighten out Spencer's skewed tie, smoothing his jacket and generally just touching him in whatever way you could, respectfully. 

You didn't even bother to finish your sentence, just leaning closer to his ears and whispering directly into them. 

“You're very cute when you're flustered, Doctor Reid.” 

You stepped away for a second while the rest of his team teased him, stepping to the back of the elevator to ascend to your floor while the others departed on theirs. 

They filed out one by one and you sent them off with a smile and a wave, signing in defeat as you realized there was no longer a reason for you to interact with the good doctor ever again. 

If you weren't so stupidly aware of him, you'd almost have missed the fact that Spencer didn't leave the elevator when his teammates did. He instead turned to you and, with the brightest red you'd seen on his face to date, stammered out half a sentence. 

“I.. Y/N, I was just… curious, if you, by any chance…” 

Your eyes widened in joy as you anticipated his question, silently begging him just to spit it out. 

“I was wondering, i-if you had… a boyfriend?” By the end of his sentence, even he seemed unsure of whether that was a question he should really be asking. 

You'd been throwing heart eyes at him for says, and he was asking if you were in a committed relationship. 

“No,” you said slightly breathily, as if your body were trying to expel all the anticipation it had stupidly built up. “No, I don't have a boyfriend, Spencer.”

“Great okay,” he smiled, a boyish grin if you'd ever seen one, before backtracking quickly.

“Well not great for you, great for me. Not that you can't be happy alone, I don't know how you feel about…romantic entanglements and I-I-I’m not saying that your life isn't,” he searched for the words with his hands, as of he could grasp them as a life line while he was sinking fast. “-Great without a boyfriend or anything like that, I'm just - really - pleased that position is currently… vacant?” 

“Spencer?” You said, feeling like a cat who got the cream as a smile twitched at your lips, pulling the corners up as you listened to him ramble. 

“Yes?”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend  or are you asking for a friend?” 

You'd meant the words as a joke  but he stood contemplating for a second. You pushed a hand against your mouth to suppress the childish squeal from popping out. 

“It would be a bit presumptuous to shoot straight for boyfriend, right? How about date ....partner?” 

You couldn't stop yourself from closing in on him then, practically cornering him in the elevator as the floors passed you by.

“Presumptuous would be thinking I could have a boyfriend when I've been begging you to stick your tongue down my throat with my eyes for the last half hour. I thought they taught you body language at the BAU?” 

“They teach us how to catch criminals, not how to see when someone is giving us…fuck me eyes, Y/N.” The curse left you a little dizzy - this was it, this was what you'd been trying to do all week, to get under his skin and get him to let his guard down so you could capture him. 

“Doctor Reid, I'm a little scandalized! I didn't know you swore. What a dirty mouth you have.” You reached up with both hands, letting your thumb on his lips before pretending to wipe something away at the corner of his mouth. You were in the perfect position to notice his throat bob as he swallowed.

The elevator pinged at your floor, and you left him behind you with one last swipe of your fingers at his chin. You weren't expecting him to follow, but he did.

“Y/N…please, Y/N…. Can we just…?” You relished the awkwardness in his voice as he trailed you again, a satisfied smile settling onto your face. 

You just kept walking. Or you did until you felt a large hand wrap around your wrist and pull you sideways into the nearest storage cupboard. 

You gasped as he pinned you to the wall, close not, but his eyes still hesitant on what to do next. 

“Spen-” He cut you off with his lips on yours, silencing you before you could get the final word. His lips were clumsy at first, but you felt hot under his touch  arching yourself up into him. His tongue pushed into your mouth as he found his stride, your hands tangling in his hair as you held on for dear life.

This was it. This was what you'd been waiting for. 

Reluctantly, he pulled away, both of you gasping for breath to fill your suddenly empty lungs. 

“Was that….what… you wanted?” He panted, resting his head on yours. 

There were no words. It was what you wanted but now you wanted more, needed more. You settled for a quick nod as your tongue flamed, unable to say anything helpful. 

“Good. Great…” he removed his hands from you and scratched at the back of his neck, putting a more respectful distance between the two of you as he cleared his throat. 

“I'll just-” he pointed to the door and started making his way out. You sighed again, watching him walk away down the hall, his hair a mess, his tie askew, and a whole lot of your lipstick staining his lips. 

Surely, he'd notice by the time anyone else did. If not, you'd just effectively staked your claim on Doctor Spencer Reid, and you couldn't be happier about it.  

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #mgg #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x self insert #🐇 anon

[chvoswxtch]

hi my love, my sweetness!! congrats again on 4K you deserve it so much and I love youuu!!

I know the cafe is technically closed but I thought maybe if I flirt a bit with the owner, who’s such an amazing lovely person who writes excellent fics, I thought I might be able to order a drink or two (only if there’s time and of course fine if not<3)

so could I order a macchiato over ice for Frank or Hotch. how would they be/react if they saw you in their clothes? I think both are so territorial and like daddies and if they saw you just in their sweatshirt or jacket or whatnot in a completely innocent situation they’d lose it. Let’s not even get started on at home or bedroom related

love you thank you for sharing your writing with us <333

SWEET BABY D!!!!

oh i've missed you so. thank you so much my sweet. you can order anything you want <3

sjdkshdsjkd do you know how absolutely feral hotch would go if he came home after a shitty week & saw you wearing one of his dress shirts bc i'm going feral just thinking about it so let me paint you a lil picture

as a reminder, over ice means it's spicy ! (minors dni)

headcannon below the cut

aaron hotchner likes you in his clothes

let me set the scene for ya. it's been a long week for our bau daddy, dealing with narcissistic psycho killers & keeping all his kids in line (the rest of the bau), & the frustrations are high when he finally steps off the jet. he doesn't even stay back to handle the mountain of paperwork waiting for him, that's how fed up he is

when he finally makes it home, it's well after midnight, & he's so tired he doesn't even wanna take a nice hot shower like he usually does to unwind. he just wants to fall into bed & let the exhaustion take over

but when he passes by the kitchen, he instantly freezes, bc there you are standing by the counter, having a lil midnight snack (eating ice cream straight out of the tub), wearing nothing but one of his dress shirts. and when I say nothing, I mean hotch can tell you are wearing absolutely nothing underneath

his eyes quickly darken with pure lust & his cock is already half hard when he stalks over towards you with determined steps

the spoon is still in your mouth when you notice him, a smile stretching across your lips around it before you lick off the sweet remnants & slip it out of your mouth

"hey, how was the c-"

you don't even get a chance to finish that sentence bc hotch cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck to capture your mouth in a heated kiss & he does not hold anything back as he pushes you up against the counter

his kiss is aggressive & needy, & the muffled moan that escapes you tastes delicious on his tongue. his fingers make quick work of unbuttoning the few buttons you'd had done, but he doesn't push it off your shoulders. oh no, he wants you to keep it on

his hands roam over your newly exposed skin, greedily grabbing at your breasts to squeeze them roughly, his thumb & index fingers toying with your sensitive nipples knowing it'll get you all riled up for him, & the sounds you make let him know it's working

he grabs your hand & guides it to his belt, & without hesitation you follow his silent command, your nimble fingers unbuckling it while he sheds his suit jacket & tie

in a flash he swiftly spins you around & bends you over the counter, bunching the bottom of his shirt up around your hips, & he spreads your legs further apart with his foot

he wastes no time pushing forward, burying his cock deep without warning, his hand quickly covering your mouth to contain your sharp moan. his other hand has a bruising grip on your hip as he leans forward & hisses in your ear

"be quiet."

the sensation of your warm, tight walls completely enveloping his cock makes his brain go blank. he can't focus on anything else other than how good you feel. he immediately begins snapping his hips, fucking you hard & fast while grunting in your ear

with every powerful thrust, the stress & tension built up in his body from this week starts to fade, & the pleasure rapidly builds. even though he's chasing a much needed release, he's not selfish, so he slips his hand between your thighs & begins to strum swift circles over your clit with two of his fingers

he lets out a quiet, wrecked groan in your ear when he feels your pussy start to contract around him, the muffled moans against his palm only heightening his arousal. as badly as he wants to hear you fall apart, he doesn't wanna wake up jack

when he feels your body seize up as you come, hotch squeezes his eyes shut & lets out a strangled groan, gripping your waist tightly with both hands as his hips start to stutter

"fuck fuck fuck."

he comes hard, spilling deep within your snug walls, emptying himself completely. the way your cunt continues to contract around his cock milks him of every drop he has to offer, & it makes him let out a shuddering breath

placing both of his palms down on the counter to steady himself, he buries his face into your hair, panting heavily. if he wasn't exhausted before, he sure as hell is now, but he's definitely more calm. a breathless laugh leaves your lips before you speak

"well, hello to you too."

letting out a breathless chuckle of his own, hotch smiles & wraps one of his arms around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your neck

"sorry, hi."

reaching one of your hands back to caress his face with your hand, you hum softly with a grin

"missed me that much, huh?"

leaning into your gentle touch, hotch's smile turns into a full blown grin

"always. but I have to say, I love your choice in pajamas tonight."

glancing down at yourself, it clicks that seeing you in his shirt is what set hotch off, & a devilish smirk spreads across your lips

"i'll keep that in mind. sir."

in conclusion if you hear screaming from across the world it is me

#court's 4k followers celebration #court's 4k friends celebration #court's cafe #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x f!reader #aaron hotchner headcannon #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner request #criminal minds #criminal minds headcannon #criminal minds smut #criminal minds request

[1for5]

TO ALL THE GIRLS I’VE LOVED BEFORE

paige bueckers x uconn student!reader

with caitlin clark, aubrey griffin, nika muhl, and emily engstler

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CHAPTER 2: Games and Feelings

prologue ch 1

a/n: not my best writing 🥲 will improve this further soon!

It has been a month of Paige and Y/n’s arrangement, and to say the least, Y/n’s whole college life has changed. Y/n gained friends, and her weekdays did not revolve only on her major and writing activities, Y/n started to have fun. Y/n realized that she’s got time; she’s got time to have fun, do leisure activities, and rest.

Y/n did not want to admit it, but it was all because of Paige. Paige introduced her to many opportunities where she can create fun memories that she will truly cherish. Y/n’s got people who are willing to accompany her whether it’s a morning jog or a drive around the area when she is not feeling her best.

KK and Ice are part of her closest friends now, and they are always with Y/n through the fun and not-so-fun times.

It was a Friday, and a game day. The UCONN wbb will be playing against Maryland. Luckily it was a home game, and Y/n did not have a long to-do list. Y/n prepared for the game, wearing Paige’s jersey and did braids on her hair, just like how Paige does it whenever she has a game.

-

When Y/n arrived at the UCONN stadium, she went to her courtside seat. She was enjoying the loud roars of excitement from all sides of the stadium. Y/n was entertaining herself by people watching (not in a weird way, of course), observing the referee reviewing a list, the thousands of people taking pictures of themselves, and professors coming inside the stadium together. However, her peaceful thoughts were taken away when she saw Mia sit down a few seats behind her.

Mia was also wearing the #5 jersey with confidence. When Mia saw Y/n, she went up to her. “Hey Y/n! Hope you enjoy the game. Girlfriend duties!” Mia says. It wasn’t not-normal whenever Mia talks to Y/n about Paige, but even so, this time, Y/n did not feel good. She was reminded again of the fact that her and Paige’s arrangement is not real, and may end in the near future.

Y/n was flooded with negative thoughts, but it was cut-off when it was announced that the game would start, along with the players coming out to the stadium. KK and Ice saw Y/n, and knew immediately that Y/n was not feeling good. They both waved to her, giving a smile, which Y/n reciprocated.

Ice approached Paige, telling her to give her note to Y/n. Paige smiled and ran to the girl on the courtside seats, and gave her a note. “Glad you’re here pretty” Paige said and gave a wink to Y/n running back to her teammates, which left Y/n confused.

Y/n opened the note stating:

Hi! I already know that you will look so pretty in my jersey. Hope you enjoy my hoops. Meet me after and hang with the team? <3 Paige

Y/n smiled while reading the note, and behind her was Mia getting annoyed. Not once did Paige have given her a note, which was an action she had been requesting for Paige to do during their relationship. Mia scoffed, the sight of Y/n giving her annoyance.

The game had started, and Y/n’s phone was getting multiple notifications buzzes.

Emily

Hey Y/n! I am confused.

Please answer me soon? Just give me a sign that you are okay.

I do not want to lose my friend.

Y/n shrugged it off, not ready to talk to her just yet. As the game was going on, she could see Paige looking at her area, just not sure if the player was looking for her or for Mia. And it bugged her so bad.

Paige was playing so good, from giving many assists, to shooting many 3s, and Y/n felt starstruck with Paige. Shifting from Y/n’s focus to the court, her thoughts began running.

Playing: Feelings by Lauv.

Y/n’s never felt this way towards Paige. Paige was undeniably attractive, Y/n will admit to that, even both men and women wanting to grab a date with her. Y/n always felt proud and happy when she watched a game, but this time felt different.

Y/n started to think about how she would approach Paige after the game. Should she wait for Paige to come to her or should she do the first move? Should she wear a cuter outfit for the hangout later? Would Mia approach Paige? Why is she even thinking about Paige?

At first, Y/n never thought that she would be into the blonde. This was just rather an arrangement for Emily to stop messaging Y/n and for Mia to be interested in Paige. However, as time passed, Y/n saw another side of Paige. She saw how Paige loves, she saw how Paige was hardworking and determined, and she saw how Paige was willing to make her feel comfortable and liked, even if it was all fake.

Y/n finally admitted to herself. She has feelings for Paige, and its growing. She wants to make time for Paige, and make Paige notice her.

Real feelings are hard to find, but Paige made it so easy.

But.. How is she supposed to tell others? KK and Ice would feel betrayed when they learn that her and Paige’s relationship was fake, but Y/n’s feelings were real. She can’t even tell them, as they had a contract. But she needed advice. She must tell Paige that she wants to share their arrangement to the duo.

And just like that, Paige shooted a 3, with a buzzer beater. The Uconn team won against the opposing team. The game finished, and Y/n didn’t even realize it at first.

It’s now time for that party hangout.

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #wlw #Spotify

[darkbluekies]

(Husband) Dr Kry & Hedwig drabbles: summer day activities

Yandere!doctor & yandere!richgirl

Warnings: none, this is probably as fluffy as you can come

Dr Kry:

For once, you are allowed out of the white edwardian villa and allowed to take a walk among society. Dr Kry is wearing a white linen shirt and a pair of sand colored shorts. His blonde hair is brushed back and over his eyes are a pair of sunglasses. Summer brings out a more laid back version of him.

"Hey, hey, come here", he says as you start to walk away from the car. "You need sunscreen."

He helps cover your face with it. He's careful with his fingers, making sure not to poke you in the eye.

He holds your hand as you start to walk. You walk through greenery, past wooden houses in red and white, and by harbors with sailboats. It seems like all of Sweden population is out at the same time because you pass by more people than you have seen in years. Everyone else wants to enjoy the sunshine. Dr Kry doesn't greet anyone as they walk pass, and neither do them. He gives them a small, awkward smile and moves you closer in case you're about to walk into to someone.

"Karl, can we buy ice cream?" you ask as you walk by a kiosk.

"Sure, what flavor do you want?" he asks and takes out his wallet from his pocket.

"Mango", you say excitedly. "I haven't tried that before."

Dr Kry orders from the woman behind the counter.

"You should take some too", you say. "Don't pick the coffee one, you always take that one."

He sighs and looks at the different flavors.

"And a salted licorice for me, thank you", he says.

"Come on ...", you mutter.

"Don't knock it til you try it", Dr Kry smiles over his shoulder.

He pays and thanks the woman behind the counter. He gives you your paper cup and a small plastic spoon. The mango ice cream is refreshing, reminding you of sorbet. You get to try ice cream from Dr Kry’s spoon and you cough at the salty taste. Dr Kry chuckles and takes a bite.

You take lunch at an old café. Kry picks up his phone and snaps a picture of you that he immediately puts as his lockscreen.

"Can we please do this again?"

Hedwig:

Her pool is the perfect temperature. The two of you are planning to spend the entire day out by the pool. Hedwig have bought a new pink bikini that's she had forced you to help find. It took her three hours to decide on one.

"I'm thirsty", you say and sit up on your sun chair. "Would be nice to have something to drink."

"Trudy!" she shouts.

A small, older lady comes out through the doors.

"Yes, miss Hedwig?" she asks.

"Couls you please bring us something to drink?" Hedwig wonders. "And please make sure there are lots of ice!"

The woman nods and walks back inside. You sit down on Hedwig’s chair, eventually laying down. She guides your head to her bare stomach where you rest your cheek on her burning skin. She plays with your wet hair.

"We're going out with the sailboat in two weeks", she says. "We're going to sail around the Mediterranean. I want you to come. It won't be fun without you."

Her "sailboat" could very well be a small yacht.

"I don't know", you mumble.

Her father scares the living hell out of you.

"Oh, come on, you have to!" she whines. "I won't go without you. It'll be fun. We will visit all sorts if places. You have to come."

Truly returns with two glasses of lemonade and ridiculously many ice cubes. The two of you thank her and start to gulp it down.

"Y/N get up, let's swim", Hedwig says and taps your shoulder.

She brings out a floating ring and tries to climb into it. You push her into the pool, hearing her scream cut off.

"Fuck you, Y/N!" she coughs and hurries to swim to the ladder. "You have to let me push you in now-"

"No, no-" you try, but she grabs your arms with an evil giggle.

"In you go!"

You're pushed into the water and hear her laugh. Hedwig jumps in afterwards and hugs you under water, smiling widely. She kisses you quickly before diving.

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere drabble #yandere doctor #yandere rich girl #yandere female

[little-diable]

Let the Rain Wash Away Our Secrets – Charlie Swan (smut)

It's been some time since I've last written for one of our fave DILFs, so here we go. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader is one of Bella's best friends. But as she comes to Forks to visit her younger friend, Bella is too distracted by her boyfriend, giving (y/n) and Charlie the chance to get to know one another.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, car smut, best friend's dad trope, quite fluffy, age gap (reader is legal ofc)

Pairing: Charlie Swan x fem!reader (3k words)

Clouds covered the sky, adding to the gloomy atmosphere (y/n) found herself trapped in. Her eyes kept wandering, taking in her surroundings as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Protected from the light rain by her jacket, (y/n) cuddled herself further into the fabric, while she hoped that somebody would finally open the door. 

Once again, she rang the bell while wondering where Bella was. It had been days since they had last spoken, but while (y/n) had reminded her friend of her approaching trip, Bella had seemed distracted, as if she was barely listening. (Y/n) had been hesitant to visit after the call, and yet she had missed her friend too much to back out of the trip. 

With a sigh clawing through her, (y/n) reached for her phone to call Bella, hoping that she had fallen asleep or was wearing headphones, so she wasn’t hearing the ringing doorbell. But Bella didn’t pick up the call, letting it go to voicemail as (y/n) plopped down on the stairs leading up to the house. 

Annoyance flushed through (y/n) as she ended the call. Bella had sent her Charlie Swan’s phone number a few weeks ago, telling her that she could always call him if (y/n) needed her but couldn’t reach her. But (y/n) had never spoken to the man before, unsure what to say to him, and if he would even know who she was, given Bella’s distraction these past weeks. 

Uneasiness clung to (y/n) as she clicked on Charlie’s contact, having to deeply exhale before pressing the phone to her ear. She counted every ring, while slowly losing hope that the Chief would pick up the phone if he was currently working. But seconds before she’d be sent to voicemail, she was graced by Charlie’s raspy voice. 

“Hello?” Something about the man’s voice left (y/n) trembling, having to clear her throat before she could focus on what she wanted to ask him.

“Hello, Chief Swan, this is (y/n), Bella’s friend.” She pressed her free palm against her trembling knee, hoping that she could ground herself as her nervousness kept flushing through her. 

“(Y/n), yes, of course. Are you alright? Is Bella okay?” The concern dripping from his voice left (y/n) smiling. Bella hadn’t told her much about Charlie, but the things the young girl had told her, had been enough to leave (y/n) intrigued. Something about the things Bella had told her, hadn’t matched up, leaving her aching for the man who was undoubtedly missing his daughter. 

“I don’t know. She was supposed to wait here for me, at your house, but it seems as if nobody is at home, I can’t reach her.” The groan leaving Charlie drew a soft gasp from (y/n), wondering why he was overcome by this clear wave of annoyance. 

“I’m so sorry, (y/n), she’s out with her boyfriend. Give me a few minutes, I’ll come home to let you into the house!”

……

“I honestly wouldn’t mind taking the couch, Charlie.” Charlie had arrived at the house a while ago, greeting (y/n) with a soft smile that had instantly made heat buzz through her system. She had only seen a few pictures of the man before, and none of them were doing him justice. Charlie Swan was handsome, more handsome than (y/n) had imagined, leaving her slightly distracted as he guided her through the house. 

“No, don’t worry. I have to get up for work early anyway, I would only wake you.” She followed him back downstairs into the kitchen, watching him reach for two cups. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please.” The smile playing on her lips kept growing as Charlie poured both of them their coffee before placing the cups down on the table. “So, Bella didn’t tell me about her boyfriend. Who is he?” 

“His name is Edward, they met at school. He’s the son of Doctor Cullen, a friend of sorts.” The lack of emotions dripping from Charlie’s words left (y/n) smiling, instantly picking up on the chief’s dislike of Edward. (Y/n) studied him for a moment, taking in the clear confusion and annoyance as well as a hint of sadness. 

“Well, you know, I’ve been around Bella for years now, and I’m sure he takes good care of her if she is that focused on him.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop her hand from finding Charlie’s, softly squeezing before she pulled away again. His eyes followed her movements, seemingly as shaken up by the electricity that had buzzed through them the second their hands touched. 

“She should be proud to call you her friend, (y/n).” She had met Bella years ago, had helped around their house every now and then and had stepped in as a helping hand whenever Renée and Phil had left the city, given that (y/n) was a couple of years older than Bella. She had always supported the girl through whatever she needed, feeling like her older sister – ready to help her through every uneasy water she had been forced to sail through. 

“That’s nice of you, thank you, Charlie.” Their eyes held contact as (y/n) took another sip of her coffee. “So, do you have any tips for me? I think I’d like to explore Forks while Bella is out.” 

……

“Dad?” Bella’s voice echoed through the house. It was dark out, a comforting darkness that wrapped (y/n) and Charlie in its embrace as they found themselves surrounded by soft lights and candles. 

Charlie had shown (y/n) around town for the past hours before they had eaten out at the diner. The conversation between them had flown all too effortlessly, guiding them from one place to the other as if they were old friends, connected through shared memories and unspoken emotions. 

“Hey, Bells.” The girl stepped into the room, freezing in her step as her eyes found (y/n)’s features. Bella’s smile instantly fell, groaning with her head rolling back while speaking a few curses. “(Y/n), god, I am so sorry! I completely forgot you were coming today.” 

“It’s alright. Your dad kept me company.” Her eyes found their way back to Charlie, who shot (y/n) a soft smile, before redirecting his gaze towards his daughter. Bella seemed all too oblivious, not picking up on whatever was lingering between Charlie and (y/n), seemingly still focused on her afternoon with Edward. 

“How are the Cullens?” Charlie’s soft voice left (y/n) smiling. He had told her all about his dislike for the boy, and yet he still cared enough to hear about Bella’s experiences, her adventures, and whatever she was doing when she met up with the rather tense boy. 

“Good! I can’t wait to introduce you to them, (y/n). I think I’ll head to bed now, but how about we grab some breakfast in the morning?” (Y/n) could only nod as Bella disappeared upstairs, leaving her wondering if Bella even cared about her visit after all. Charlie seemed to pick up on her confused expression, letting his hand rest on her knee to softly squeeze it. 

“As much as I hate it, she’s in love. I’m sorry, she is so distracted these days. But feel free to call me tomorrow if she bails on you again, I’m not working in the afternoon.” 

……

“Hi, excuse me, is Chief Swan still in?” She smiled at the policeman who studied her with an unreadable expression. He turned from her to call for Charlie, watching the chief appear a moment later. (Y/n)’s eyes found his, drawing a soft smile to his lips as he guided her towards him with a simple hand movement. 

“Where’s Bells?” Charlie allowed her to step into his office, closing the door behind them to offer some privacy. (Y/n) plopped down in one of the leather chairs as Charlie took a seat himself, keeping his eyes on her with every movement. His office had an almost cosy touch to it, warmer than she had expected it to be. 

“She seemed quite antsy the longer I kept her from Edward, so I told her I’d roam the town on my own for a bit.” (Y/n) could tell that Charlie struggled to keep his eyes from rolling, while he sunk further down into his chair. They held eye contact as she let go of a soft chuckle, feeling sympathy for the dad of her friend who clearly struggled to accept his daughter’s boyfriend. 

“Well, I’m off in a few minutes, how about I take you to the beach I told you about yesterday?” The gratefulness she felt pushed heat through her body, a desperate heat that made it harder for her to ignore the growing crush she had on her friend’s father. (Y/n) could only murmur a barely audible “That’d be lovely” as Charlie turned back towards his computer to finish his report. 

It didn’t take long for him to stop writing, before guiding her out of the station and to his car. Soft music filled the small space as they drove through Forks, allowing Charlie to tell her some more stories of the town he had loved for years. She felt unusually comfortable around Charlie, searching his closeness as if he were an old friend, a lover she had been with for years, an all too familiar sensation she hadn’t felt with anybody else. 

“There we go, do you have a jacket with you?” Rain was falling from the sky as Charlie parked the car. Their eyes met, and for a second, (y/n) lost all strength to speak, fighting against the pull she felt deep inside of herself. She couldn’t cross that line, couldn’t try and move closer to her friend’s father, but it almost pained her to keep her distance. 

“Uhm, no, but it’s alright, I don’t care about the rain.” Charlie’s soft chuckles filled the car before he opened his door and stepped outside. She watched him open the trunk to pull out an umbrella before he found his way to her side. With the umbrella covering both of them, Charlie guided her towards the empty beach, watching the waves rush ashore as if they were racing one another. 

No words were spoken between them as she kept clinging to him, with her arm wrapped around his. The warmth Charlie emanated left her searching for his closeness, set on feeling him as close as he allowed her to. They walked along the beach with wandering eyes, taking in their surroundings, the dark sky and the high waves, letting an unusually calm atmosphere flush through them. 

“It’s funny how nothing around here has changed over the years.” He almost whispered the words, luring (y/n)’s curious gaze towards his handsome features. Charlie was already looking at her, wearing a soft smile on his lips as he slowly moved his hand, stroking one of the hair strands that had fallen into her face behind her ear. Shudders shot down her spine, pulling her closer to Charlie. 

“Did you ever think of leaving?” (Y/n) matched the quiet tone of his voice, she kept staring up at him as Charlie’s hand lingered on her cheek. His thumb explored her cheek, stroking her soft skin as if he had lost all will to fight against what was buzzing between them. She tried not to move, tried to stop herself from crossing the small distance between them, but the longing swimming in his pupils made it harder for (y/n) to hold still. 

“Tell me to stop, (y/n).” It was a soft plead, words (y/n) couldn’t reply to as she shifted her weight and finally pressed her lips against Charlie’s. The kiss left her lips tingling, letting the sensation buzz through her body as if lightning had struck them. She slung her arms around his neck, groaning at the sensation of his beard scratching her skin – a sensation that made heat pool between her thighs. 

His free hand found her waist to pull her against him, while their tongues met, deepening the kiss as rain kept pouring down on them. Only as the sound of thunder roaring in the sky echoed through their ears did they pull away. Both were heavily breathing, staring at one another with bright smiles that left them chuckling, feeling like teenagers in love. 

“Come, let’s get back to the car.” Charlie guided her along the beach, back to the empty parking lot. She felt giddy with every step they took, wondering how the next moments would play out while very well knowing that she hadn’t gotten enough of Charlie. She needed more, needed whatever he could offer her. 

Charlie pressed her against the car without another warning, kissing (y/n) again as if they were lovers reunited after years apart. Their movements were guided by an unfamiliar longing, something both hadn’t cared for these past years. 

He parted from (y/n) with a soft sigh before he opened the car door for her, letting her get inside as he did the same on his side. The comfort the car offered wrapped them in its embrace, drawing relieved sighs from them while the rain kept pitter-pattering down on his windows. Their eyes kept holding contact as (y/n) pondered over her choices, unable to bite down her grin. 

“Pull back your seat, Charlie.” He needed a moment before he set into motion, pulling back the seat enough for (y/n) to climb over the middle console and find comfort in his lap. Their lips searched one another like pilgrims, drawing groans and moans, filled with a desperation that urged (y/n) on to move her hips, grinding against his middle. The throaty groan that broke through Charlie left her grinning in success while she moved her hips again, feeling him grow beneath her. 

“We have to stop before I won’t be able to pull away, baby.” His words drew a whine out of (y/n), her lips were kissing their way down his throat as her hands worked on his belt, not daring to think of stopping. Charlie’s hand found her throat, forcing (y/n) to look at him as her hands stopped moving. 

“Charlie, I want this, I want you.” (Y/n)’s whispers left him groaning, forcing him to slowly nod to wordlessly allow her hands to keep on moving. With a grin stuck to her lips, she freed his hardening cock before she spat into her hand to pump him. Her walls fluttered around nothing, begging to be filled by him, needing to feel Charlie spread her. 

“I don’t have anything on me.” She let her eyes flicker up to meet his stormy ones, getting lost in his gaze for a few seconds as she kept moving her hand, feeling him twitch in her grasp. 

“I’m on the pill.” Grateful that she was wearing a dress, (y/n) began to shift on his lap, searching his lips for another kiss as she positioned herself over his cock. Their moans were swallowed by the kiss, echoing through the car while (y/n) sank down on him. For a moment, both held still, having to adjust to the new sensation, getting used to the way their bodies fit together all too perfectly. 

“You feel so good, baby, fuck.” His words encouraged (y/n) to keep on moving, supported by his hands that guided her. She grew wetter by the second, letting her arousal coat his cock with every hasty movement, chasing an orgasm that was already close. Both knew that this wouldn’t last long, having to get this first orgasm out of the way before he could properly fuck her back at home, touching her like she deserved to be touched. 

“Such a good girl, my pretty girl.” Charlie’s praises made her walls flutter, clenching down around him to push them both closer to the edge. (Y/n) kept moving, kept fucking herself on his cock with cries breaking out of her the second his fingers found her pulsing bundle, adding more friction to every movement. 

“Charlie,” she sobbed his name as her eyes fluttered close, knowing she’d cum soon, letting go with his name clawing through her any moment now. He began to meet her thrusts, pushing his cock even deeper into her tightness to watch her come undone on top of him. 

“Look at me, baby, look at me when you cum.” Their eyes found back together as (y/n) came with a cry, letting his name break through her. His hands kept supporting her, chasing his own orgasm while fucking into her. They were a trembling mess of tangled limbs, and yet both felt more relieved than ever before, thanking their lucky stars for pushing them together. Charlie followed her seconds later, letting go with a deep growl that forced (y/n) to shudder against him. 

“Fuck,” Charlie’s pants left (y/n) chuckling. He was still buried inside of her, even as she pressed herself against his chest, focused on the racing beat of his heart. He held onto her with his arm slung over her back, not daring to let go of the woman who fit into his grasp a tad bit too well. 

“I don’t know how we will tell Bella about this.” Her whispers rang in his ears, forcing a gritty chuckle from Charlie while pondering over her words. 

“I doubt she will notice anything while she is that distracted by her boyfriend.” And with a hum clawing through (y/n), she lifted her head to look at him. Another soft kiss was shared between them, wordlessly communicating their every emotion that grew stronger by the second.

#Charlie Swan smut #Charlie Swan x reader #Charlie Swan imagine #twilight

[pbueckerslover]

azzi fudd gf head canons ・❥・

pairing(s): azzi fudd x female!reader

warnings: nothing but fluff !

-loves when you wear her jersey or any uconn merch to show support

-so touchy 🫠🫠 like she always has to have her hands on you in some way

-knows that you love her muscles so she’ll purposely wear tanks or anything that will show them off

-will take pictures of you anytime she thinks you look cute and they’re going into her favorites folder immediately

-literally worships the ground you walk on like she’s just so fucking obsessed with you

-alone time with you is her favorite thing ever especially after a long day all she wants to do is just come home and be with her girl

-tells you how much she hates posting on socials but she’ll always post for your bday/anniversaries or anytime she just wants to show you off

-loves when you offer to do her hair for her bc she knows you actually enjoy it

-loves to take you out on dates any chance she can get

-but she also loves staying in with you and watching a movie and she’ll even make you your favorite meal

-you’re so supportive of everything she does and will always be next to her to cheer her on

-loves seeing you in the crowd at games and it will immediately bring a smile to her face

-big spoon!! she just loves holding you in her arms and cuddling with you

-always has you as her plus one for every event she goes to

-brags about you to her teammates

“i love my girlfriend so much, she’s actually the love of my life.”

-supports everything you do and will always make sure you know that

⇾ be sure to checkout my masterlist if you enjoyed!

⇾ i hope you guys like these!! i’ve really been wanting to write something for azzi bc that’s wifey!!!! paige fic will be out tomorrow i promise! love y’all 💌💌

#azzi fudd #azzi fudd x reader #azzi fudd fanfiction #azzi fudd headcanons #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #lgbtq #wlw #paige bueckers #pbueckerslover

[heavenlymorals]

Details I've noticed about Arthur Morgan Part 2 cuz you guys seem to be devouring the first one 👍🏼 :

- Him and Dutch share the same sense of humor- dry, sarcastic, and usually at another's expense.

- However, both Arthur and Dutch get really annoyed whenever they direct that same humor to eachother.

- Arthur's journal is filled with many half done, not fully rendered drawings. Some pages have one small drawing on them and are then skipped over. Other drawings are just shapes and strokes that represent the schema of an animal or person. It's very realistic to an actual sketchbook and not the Pinterest dream sketchbook.

- Arthur, prior to Hosea's death and Micah overturning his position as Dutch's right hand man, is always there whenever a big decision is being there and is asked for feedback too. Arthur isn't just a member of the VDL gang, he's a leader of it too and people seem to forget that.

- Arthur is very emotionally tough and when I mean very, I mean VERY. He doesn't cry when Sean dies, someone he considered like a little brother. He doesn't cry when Lenny dies, someone he probably saw as a son. He doesn't cry when Hosea dies, someone he saw as a father figure. Of course, they were all in high stress situations that could've stopped an emotional reaction, but even later when he can process things, he doesn't cry.

- There is one time in the game where we see Arthur tear up from emotional pain and that is when he speaks to the nun about his life and what he could've had. Still though, he doesn't cry. It says a lot about him.

- In the final journal entry, though, we see a splotch next to the entry on the empty left page that looks like a tear drop. Take that as you will.

- Arthur's hand writing becomes much more spaced out, messy, and words will be scribbled out more often the sicker he gets. Shakey hands.

- He's very witty and quick with insults, like fascinatingly quick.

- He is pretty intelligent but does allow others to dumb him down like Hosea- as the gang's strongman, this could be so the people they work with would put more emphasis on Arthur's strength so he can be more intimidating.

- The picture that Jack gives Arthur has the male figure wearing a black gambler hat like Arthur and John didn't wear a hat in chapter two. Jack probably saw Arthur as his father figure during that point, not John.

- Does want Jack to learn responsibility ("About time you started to earn your keep" "You got to stick at things, Jack") , but he's very kind, patient, and reasonable considering how young the kid was.

- He doesn't let women carry their luggage if he can do it for them (Mary, the nun)

- He's casually mean or teasing to the younger men and generally polite to the women but he will go off on them in the same way if they anger him enough.

- I wish he was a real person

- I'd like to drink a beer with him

- For I love him ❤️

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #character analysis

[stardust-swan]

The Kind of Girl I Want To Be

Buys herself pink peonies and roses

Wears scents like Parfums De Marly Delina and Oriana, Miss Dior, YSL Paris, Prada Candy, Mon Guerlain and Chanel Chance (she sprays it in the morning, after showers, and before going to bed)

Bakes heart shaped sugar cookies and macarons

Spends rainy days sipping rose tea from floral china while reading beautifully bound classic novels

Has a bookshelf filled with first edition poetry books, gilded editions of fairytale books, volumes of the Little Books of Fashion series, leatherbound classics, and Harlequin romance novels

Drinks peppermint tea in the morning and camomile tea at night

Sleeps on pink silk sheets and has a satin kimono robe

Plays Brigitte Bardot, classical music, and soft jazz in the background

Takes ballates or yogalates classes

Plays the violin or cello

Watches Audrey Hepburn and Anna Karina films

Adds sweet almond oil and rose bath tea to her vanilla bubble bath

Has a seasonal pass to the ballet and regularly visits the theatre, old bookshops, botanical gardens, and art galleries

Keeps things like French Girl lip tints/Glossier lip balms/Too Faced lip glosses, a hand mirror, a comb, some bonbons, a book, a rollerball of perfume, hand cream, a piece of rose quartz, a scrunchie, a nail file, spray on SPF and bubblegum in her bag at all times

Is always up to date with Fashion Week

Writes in her diary daily in swirly writing using coloured gel pens, pressing flowers between the pages and spraying perfume samples on it

Lights Yankee Candle Fresh Cut Roses or Rainbow Cookie, keeps soap and lavender in her wardrobe, and has vanilla diffusers around the house

Lives in a cosy home filled with beautiful things, like paintings by local artists, lots of cushions and throws, soft lighting from salt lamps and fairy lights, potted herbs and succulents, vintage vases filled with floral arrangements, DIY macramé and embroidery projects, a bowl of different crystals, signature Barbies on a shelf, rattan furniture, fluffy towels in white, pink, baby blue, and lavender, pink Dove or rose Roger et Gallet soap and Jurlique rose hand cream on the bathroom sink, pictures of her loved ones in antique frames, floral patterns everywhere, antique mirrors, and beautiful porcelain teasets

Goes to French cafés to enjoy a vanilla oat latte with a millefeuille or almond croissant

Always wears diamond or pearl earrings (often paired with a charm bracelet or gold heart locket)

Enjoys rosé wine, champagne, and strawberry daiquiris at lunchtime occasionally

Snacks on strawberries, sugared almonds, dried fruit and nuts, and Turkish Delight

Applies powder, rosy blush, lipgloss, and puts ribbons in her hair at her vanity table, which is decorated with a ballerina music box, vintage perfume bottles, and trinkets shaped like swans, angels and shepherdesses

Has her morning and evening routines down pat: waking up to melodic music, opening the windows, making the bed, doing gentle yoga, simple skincare, getting dressed, applying makeup, and eating a simple but delicious breakfast in the morning, and having a warm shower, doing more decadent skincare, putting on comfy cotton or satin pyjamas, journalling, enjoying a calming cup of herbal tea, reading, looking out the window at the moon, and falling asleep to relaxing sounds like ocean waves, gentle rainfall, and white noise at night. Her life runs like clockwork.

Is gentle, sweet, romantic, and full of love to give

#law of attraction #becoming that girl #clean girl #girlblogging #dream girl #girl journal #glow up #glow up tips #wonyongism #it girl #pink pilates girl #pink pilates princess #it girl energy #girly tumblr #self improvement #affirmations #pink aesthetic #pink text #dream girl journey #dream girl tips #hyperfeminine #girl blogger #just girly things #stardust swan

[bunnypeew]

Do you write nsfw alphabets?? if yes then valentino alphabet valentino alphabet valentino alphabet valentino alphabet val 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀👄👁️ (i'm mentally ill)

Valentino NSFW alphabet

self explantory MDI THANK YOU

YAHHH I CAN DO THAT NEVER DONE IT BEFORE SO BARE WITH ME AHAHA, I picture him as a switch btw :3c

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

He would defintly prepare a bubble bath for you after it since he's pretty rough with it and wants to make sure you are in perfect shape for him

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

his favorite body parts of his are obviously his wings! cuz even tho they are very big they are still pretty sensitive, while on you it would be the breats/chest part, he loves to touch there since its almost always the most sensitive part of someones body

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

he's not scared of cumming inside, also loving it doesn't help that you are most probably getting cream pied every single time :)

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

he doesnt really have a dirty secret, everyone knows he's into anything so

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

hes the Overlord of p0rn for fuck sake, he knows what he's doing for sure, since he had a lot time to practice too

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press. MATING PRESS. even tho he knows he cant get you pregnant he wants you to take every single drop of his cum

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

Hes not a really humorous person in general but he does like to make you laugh sometimes during the deed, just to make sure you are enjoying yourself too

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

I like to believe he completly clean shaven, he's doesn't like hair and messy so he cuts it completely

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

again he doesnt seem like the romantic type, but with you its a completely different thing, he loves you a lot even tho he's doesn't like to show it, sometimes he just cant help but be kind of lovey dovey during sex

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he likes to do it a lot, especially when you arent around, he used to have a lot of fwb before he met you, but now he restrains from fucking anyone else lol

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

OH LORD DOES HE HAVE KINKS,,, he has way to many to list I'm gonna be honest, he likes and accepts everything

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

everywhere. LITERALLY everywhere. he doesnt care if he gets caught, if he wants you he wants you, end of discussion

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

usually hes a really horny person in general but what gets him going is when you wear something revealing, or seeing you naked

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

I'm really not sure about this one chief 🤔

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

he prefers giving, he wants to make sure that you are the one enjoying it

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

fast and rough 100% self explanatory

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

He loves quickies, especially if he needs to go to work after cuz then it means he will be in a good mood

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

like I said in the Location part he doesn't care, he will take the risk if it means you'll both feel good

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

he will go for a ton of rounds, that is until you are worned out, for him you could go on for forever

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

he likes to use vibrators, to make you feel even better during sex,, usually its an internal one :3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases A LOT,, he likes to be a dickhead about it

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

He's really loud, grunts. moans and whimpers will be heard from him all the time you are doing it

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

As I said in the title I imagine him as a switch so he fw everything, especially pegging ;)

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

hes pretty big, but it doesnt show cuz he usually tucks, but lets say 8 inches soft and 9.5 inches when hars :3

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

hes libido is really high. hes horny at all times of the day so ahahah

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

hes an old man. He will fall asleep right after idc

OKAY OKAY THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE EVER DONE THIS SO IM SO SORRY IF ITS OOC OR NOT AS GOOD BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

#valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #the vees #valentino x reader #valentino x you #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel

[foxaftershocks]

Not sure if you're still taking prompts but if you are may I politely request what lars would do for your anniversary in the ghost boy series 👀 (your writing is so good btw 💕)

Such a polite request gets a polite bit of writing. (I don't think it's that polite but I think it's fun).

“What’s this?”

A box was sitting on your desk, a red rose laying across the white surface. It had appeared in the short time it had taken for you to go get another cup of coffee, caffeine necessary to get through the rest of your work. Lars was sitting in your chair, looking a touch smug at your surprise.

“Something I hope you’re going to wear tonight,” he replied.

“Is this lingerie, ghost boy?” you asked, stepping between his parted legs, “are you hoping to get lucky tonight?”

You loved flustering him. He did not disappoint. Twinkling eyes above pink cheeks, lips pulling up in a self conscious smile, he was a picture you could stare at forever.

“It’s a dress,” he replied, “a nice one.”

One of your hands gently curled around the nape of his neck, enjoying the way his chin had to tip up to look at you. Playing with his hair, a rumble went through his chest, almost like a pur. One thing you’d learnt about Lars Pinfield in the last year was that he loved having his hair played with. His hand landed on your waist, thumb running in a comforting circle.

“Are we going out tonight?” you asked.

“I’m not ruining the surprise,” he said, blinking his eyes open.

His face was so soft, expression full of love. It was a new one, one you were still growing used to. He usually kept it behind a mask, not wanting to let the others see it. It was a privilege to see him so open, so vulnerable.

“Alright, I’ll wear your dress, ghost boy,” you said, leaning down to give him a chaste kiss, “keep your secrets. Mystery is sexy.”

“You already find me sexy,” he said.

“I dunno.” You squinted down at him, “you’re kind of a nerd.”

He pinched your hip and you laughed, leaning down to kiss him again.

“Alright, I think you’re the sexiest man alive,” you said, “even more than George Clooney.”

“I knew it.”

The flush of pride on his cheeks had you pressing a kiss to his cheek. There was something about him that brought out a soft side to you, playful and joyful and all you wanted was to drown in him.

“I’ll meet you at home,” he said, rising from your chair.

The brush of lips against your temple was his parting goodbye and you glowed as you sat at your desk. Raising the rose to your nose, you inhaled the sweet scent. At times, Lars could surprise you with how romantic he could be.

Watching the clock tick down, it didn’t matter how much caffeine you consumed, there was no getting through all your work. Stupid nerd with his ability to distract you with his mystery. You were spending too much time thinking about him, wondering what he had planned.

The moment the clock ticked over to five you were out of your chair, collecting your stuff and making your way out of the lab. You didn’t see Lars at his usual station, only making the gnawing need to know growing larger.

He wasn’t in the apartment when you got there. You checked every room to make sure. There was no hint of what was to come or what he had planned. There was nothing to point you in the right direction. All you could do was slip into the dress he’d bought you.

Red silk brushed your skin, clinging to your curves in a way that made you feel breathless. Turning in the mirror, looking at the way your body looked, it made you smile wide. You loved it. You felt beautiful.

Sitting in front of the mirror, you did your best to do makeup that matched, a cat eye and a red lip. It had been a while since you’d had reason to wear such a look. You had to hope it was appropriate for whatever he had planned. If only he’d told you.

You pulled out the door, expecting to wait for him to return him. You weren’t expecting for your tiny living room to be strung in fairy lights, a small table covered in a white tablecloth in the centre of the room drawing your attention. Your breath caught, heart fluttering.

“Wait, no, hang on.”

Lars slid into view, raising a hand to cover your eyes before you could look at him properly. You laughed, letting him blind you to whatever he was doing. He let out a huff and you were sure he was looking perfectly annoyed at you.

“You weren’t meant to be ready yet,” he said.

“Sorry,” you laughed, “I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Good. It was meant to be a surprise,” he said.

“Can I look yet, ghost boy?” you asked, raising one hand to curl your fingers around his wrist.

“No,” he snapped, “back in the bedroom until I call for you.”

“So demanding,” you sighed but you smiled up at where you knew his face was to ease the sting.

“I just need another twenty minutes,” he said.

His lips pressed to yours, fleeting, there and then gone again before you were pushed back a step into the bedroom again. The door slammed closed, leaving you alone once again, staring at a closed door.

With a roll of your eyes you took a seat on the side of the bed. Straining your ears, you couldn’t hear him, not even a small sound. You eased your heels off, an idea coming to you. On tiptoes, you crept towards the door, pressing your ear to it, trying to hear him. You gave it a few minutes before you eased the door open, just a crack, peeking out.

The lights were twinkling and something smelled delicious. Pushing the door open more, you stepped out again, keeping as quiet as possible. Lars was in the kitchen, his back to you, not even humming under his breath like he usually would. He was in what looked like a suit, an apron over the top protecting him from whatever her was making. You crept towards him on silent feet.

Slipping your arms around his waist you felt him stiffen. You pressed your face between his shoulder blades, tightening your arms.

“You’re meant to be in the bedroom,” he said.

“While I do enjoy being in there, I prefer when you’re in there with me, ghost boy,” you replied, trying to diffuse any anger before it could build.

“I’m trying to surprise you,” he grumbled, sounding frustrated.

“I appreciate the attempt but you saw me looking all sexy in this dress you bought me and didn’t even seem to notice,” you said, chiding him.

He gently pried your arms from around him, turning to look at you. His gaze swept over your body, lingering in an appreciative way.

“You’re beautiful, darling,” he said, “you’re so beautiful.”

“There ya go,” you said, pushing up onto your toes to kiss him.

His arm curled around your waist, holding you against him and you were sure he was done being annoyed by you. At least for the night. You drew back, lowering back to your feet, his arm still around you.

“You’re looking pretty handsome yourself there, ghost boy,” you said.

You loved the way his cheeks always seemed to flush when you openly admired him.

“I’m trying to cook you dinner,” he said, head dipping towards you.

“I’m not stopping you.” You stepped back from him, “I’ll just be over here watching you.”

“You’ll… why?” he asked.

“You’re pretty sexy when you cook,” you replied, pushing yourself up onto the counter.

He paused for a moment before a smug look settled on his face. He turned back to the stove and you let yourself admire him. Some days you were shocked you’d gotten so lucky to get someone like him in your life. Even if the beginning was a bit rocky.

He looked over your shoulder, catching you watching him. You smiled, realising you could see your lipstick smudged over his lips. You crooked a finger at him, tempting him closer. He stepped towards you, eyes sweeping over you again and you could feel yourself heat under his gaze.

“Such a mess,” you said, thumb swiping over his bottom lip.

He caught it between his teeth, pressing down for just a moment.

“Careful,” you warned, “you keep on like that and we’ll never make it to dinner.”

“But I have such a nice evening planned for you,” he said.

“Then stop being so irresistible.”

He chuckled, drawing back from you to finish up his work. You grinned to yourself, watching him with an appreciative eye. Sometimes you felt like a teenager, not able to get enough of him. He caught your eye when he glanced back.

“Stop it,” he said.

“Stop what?” you asked.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he said.

“Can’t I admire my handsome boyfriend?” you asked.

“Not if you want to eat tonight,” he replied.

“Maybe I want dessert before dinner,” you said, shooting him a wink.

“Stop it,” he said again.

You laughed, and he softened, turning back to the stove. You slipped from the counter, coming to stand beside him, not able to stop yourself from being close to him. You constantly fell into his gravity, like magnets you were drawn to him.

“I thought I gave you instructions,” he said.

“When have I ever done what you tell me, ghost boy?” you replied.

“You seem to enjoy following my instructions when I’m making you orgasm over and over again,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Well, that’s different,” you said, “I get something out of that.”

“You’ll get something out of this if you’ll just give me a minute,” he grumbled.

You caught his chin, pulling him down until you could press a kiss to his cheek. With your thumb you wiped away the smudged red lipstick you’d left behind. His smile was beleaguered, like he was putting up with your antics but you could see the naughty twinkle in his eye.

You slipped away from him again, giving him the space he needed to finish up with dinner. It only took him another minutes before he was plating up. You watched him walk past with both plates, your favourite meal floating past. You followed, not even thinking about it, mouth watering.

He held your chair out for you, ever the gentleman, before he poured you both a glass of wine. Taking his own seat across from you, he hit a button on a remote, soft classical music playing through the tiny apartment. He raised his glass to you and you followed suit.

“What are we toasting to?” you asked.

“To the best year of my life, and to the love of my life,” he said.

You weren’t used to him being so sincere.

“Are you getting all sentimental on me, ghost boy?” you asked.

“Yes,” he replied, “I believe I am.”

“I love you.”

It was clear he would never grow tired of you saying it. The smile on his face was bright and you could feel yourself falling for him even more. Your foot brushed his leg under the table and you felt him lean into the touch.

“To us,” you said.

“To us,” he repeated, clinking his glass against yours.

You took a sip, gazing at him, feeling sentimental yourself. You still couldn’t get over how lucky you were that he chose you and continued to choose you every single day.

“Go on, dig in,” he said, nodding towards the food.

Your first bite brought a moan to your lips. Lars had obviously kept just how good of a cook he was from you. There was a brightness in his eyes, one that promised you that wouldn’t be the only time you moaned that night.

“Sweetheart, this is amazing,” you said.

“Thank you,” he said.

He always reacted in the sweetest way when you complimented him. You made a mental note to give him more. The way he reacted made you want to do nothing but shower him in them. Perhaps he hadn’t heard enough of them in the past.

“Maybe you should do more of the cooking from now on,” you teased.

“I don’t know about that,” he said but he softened before your very eyes, “I still think you’re better in the kitchen than I am.”

“We could do it together,” you suggested, brushing your foot against his leg again.

“I’d like that,” he said, voice soft, smile softer.

You settled into silence for a while, enjoying the meal. He was watching you, a candle lit on the table between the two of you, another single rose in a glass vase in the middle of the table. You reached over, taking his hand, pulling it up to kiss his fingertips. You could watch the way he melted from your actions. He might not say it, but he absolutely responded so positively to physical affection, even if he wasn’t always the best at initiating it.

“You slipped out of work before I left today,” you said, “usually I have to drag you out of there.”

“I had some things to buy,” he said.

“You didn’t want to go out?” You were curious about it, why he’d opted for a home cooked meal over taking you somewhere.

“I wanted you all to myself,” he replied, “did I choose wrong?”

The way his eyebrows drew together made your heart fill with fondness, the worry so apparent. You pressed another kiss to him hand.

“This is perfect,” you said.

“Really?” He really wanted to know.

“I don’t have to beat the other women away from you if I have you locked up in my tower,” you said, offering him a half smile.

He ducked his head. He still didn’t seem to quite understand the effect he had on the internet, the clamouring from people to see him on the socials. You’d tried to explain that he was the handsome face the women wanted to see and he always brushed it off that it was about the science. You kind of loved that he was so oblivious to his own deliciousness. He was all yours, and while sometimes you had to deal with other women wanting him, you’d never noticed his eye straying for even a moment.

“Besides, if we’re here we can do this,” he said, recovering himself.

He stood, offering you one hand. You took it, letting him pull you to his feet. He placed your hand on his shoulder, taking the other in a gentle hold. His arm curled around your waist and he slowly swayed to the music playing. You felt yourself melting. He’d never been this romantic with you. Your hand slid along his shoulder to curl around the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I really do love you, darling,” he said.

“I know you do, ghost boy,” you said, “and I love you too.”

“Thank god for that,” he sighed.

You laughed, pressing your face to his shoulder. He held you closer, still swaying, lips brushing against your temple. He hummed along, the vibrations in his chest buzzing against you. Listening to him, you realised you’d never been so comfortable with another person. You could have stayed there forever and been happy.

“You’ve done amazingly tonight,” you said, muffled against his suit jacket.

“I was worried you wouldn’t like it,” he said.

“You could have planned a night at the most boring lecture on microbes and I would have enjoyed it if you were there,” you said, “but this is definitely better. Don’t take me to a boring lecture on microbes.”

“Not even if they’re ghost microbes?” he asked.

“Oh god, you want to take me to a boring lecture on ghost microbes,” you groaned, burying your face against his chest.

“I suppose I could see if Phoebe wanted to go,” he mused.

“You’re awful,” you laughed, hitting his chest, “take Phoebe. Then come home and tell me all about it. I’d much rather listen to you than some stuffy old professor.”

“Whatever you want, darling,” he said, lips pressing to your temple again.

“Now, do you want your present?” you asked.

“You got me something?” He brightened again.

“Kind of. You’ll reap the benefits of it,” you said.

His eyes dragged down your body, obvious intrigue in his eyes. You grinned, pushing up onto your toes to kiss him again. You weren’t sure you’d ever stop kissing him if you had your way.

“I have one last surprise for you,” he murmured against your lips.

“Lars,” you sighed, but a happy sigh, “you’re spoiling me.”

“I am,” he confirmed, rummaging for something hidden amongst the couch cushions.

“I don’t deserve this,” you said.

“You don’t even know what it is,” he replied.

“I meant all of it.”

He turned, holding out a box to you. You reached for it, unsure what was hidden inside, but like a kid one Christmas, anticipation was building. Opening it, you felt your breath catch. A diamond stared up at you, encased in a small circle of rose gold, hanging from a chain. It was like a star, caught in the palm of your hand.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“You remember that meteorite that we followed a few months ago?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said, “I got some pretty cool content from it. People loved seeing you in the field, ghost boy.” “Hush.” He lent down, kissing you to shut you up. It was successful.

After you’d forgotten what you’d been saying he drew back, smirking down at you as if he knew exactly how much you wanted him. He definitely did. You didn’t keep it a secret how hot you found him.

“After we brought that meteorite back to the lab to analyse, I found this diamond embedded in it. It’s from space and and I thought it was perfect for you because you are the guiding star of my life, and shine so bright,” he said, gently taking the necklace from the box in your hand.

His fingers brushed the skin of your throat, securing the diamond around your neck. You touched it, featherlight, finding it nestled between your collarbones. He traced the chain and you shivered, looking up into his eyes, head bowed towards you.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” you asked, feeling breathless.

“Probably were a saint in another life,” he replied, “or maybe you saw how brilliant I was and told the entire world until I stopped being an idiot and saw I wasn’t the only brilliant one in the lab.” “Probably that second one,” you said, wrinkling your nose at him.

“I’m just trying to show you how special you are,” he said, going back to being serious, “do you know how special you are?”

“I’m beginning to realise it,” you replied.

“Happy anniversary, darling,” he whispered.

“Happy anniversary, ghost boy,” you replied.

You sealed the moment with a kiss.

#lars pinfield #lars pinfield imagine #lars pinfield x reader #request #anon

[archangeldyke-all]

ughhh need more anal w sevika pleaseee

hng...

men and minors dni

sevika's obsessed with your cunt. that's no secret. she loves touching it, tasting it, fucking it, just staring admiringly at it-- she always says her top three favorite things about you are, in this order 'you heart, your laugh, your cunt.'

and from time to time, sevika wants to fuck you with a perfect, unobstructed view of your pussy. which is why she loves anal.

she loves watching your pussy twitch and contract as she fucks your ass, watching it drool down on to her strap.

she especially loves it when you've been pissing her off. she likes that it's enough to get you leaking and whining and begging her to touch you, but never enough to make you cum.

which is why she's been fucking your ass for the past hour, cumming inside you over and over as you cry and beg for her to touch your cunt.

she's got your hands tied to the headboard with her belt, pressing one of your legs open with one hand while her free hand plays with your tits.

"sev, sev, sev--" you cry. you're far past words at this point, you've been on the brink of cumming for forty five minutes. and with each thrust of her hips, you're just reminded of how fucking good she'd feel inside your cunt.

"you're so pretty when you cry for me." she chuckles. "you thought it was so fuckin' funny didn't you?" she grunts. "feelin' me up all night-- driving me fuckin' crazy. how do you like it? huh?" she asks.

you just wail a pathetic cry beneath her. "sevikaaa!"

her sadistic smile drops a bit, sympathy taking over her features as her thrusts slow down. "poor thing." she whispers.

"please, please, sevika, i need you to touch me, please!" you sob. she leans down and kisses you, silencing your cries.

"i guess i have been kinda mean to you, huh?" she asks. you sniff and nod up at her. "cummin' in your ass so many times, neglectin' that pretty pussy. but look how wet you got for me, just from me fuckin' your ass, baby." she coos, gently running a finger down your cunt.

your whole body shivers from her touch and she giggles. "sev--"

"come on, baby, i'll give you what you need." she promises, picking her pace back up as her finger starts rubbing your clit. "cum for me honey--" she can't even finish her sentence before you're screaming and coming apart beneath her. she laughs. "there you go, baby. good fuckin' girl, perfect, baby, i love you so much." she whines, ducking down to kiss your neck as her hips start to shake against yours.

she cums silently, sinking her teeth in your throat. you laugh beneath her, high off your orgasm and euphoric from finally being allowed to cum.

"i love fucking your ass." sevika giggles out eventually. you snort.

"you came like five times, baby, i can tell." you giggle.

"you're the one who sent me pictures of the plug you were wearing in the middle of fucking dinner." she grunts, biting your neck again.

"i never said i don't love it too." you giggle. sevika hums against your throat.

"'s why you're fuckin' perfect for me, baby."

you both burst into laughter at the same time.

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

[supercalime]

Honest question, why do yall care? I mean, if it’s real, good for them but like, this feels so gross. I’ve seen how fans treat them like characters, they deserve all the privacy they can get, relationship or not

#also looking back there’s a lot of signs that it is fake #I’ll list them if anyone cares: #first the shipping has been weird specially from the perspective of assuming Shayne’s sexuality #he’s been saying he’s straight since forever and court is enby #so doing so you’re actively trying to out him #Courtney would never wear a dress like that #also court would do something with their hair #those photos look like all the photos Brennan takes #the engagement one was probably shot in the same day with a shitty phone to fool yall #there are literally no pictures of them inside a venue or with anyone else #the only people sharing stuff are smosh people #those pics have already been edited and to edit wedding photos it takes a long ass time #it wouldn’t be possible to have them ready by Monday if they married on Friday #they’ve wanted to have the podcast to reach a certain amount of views in 24h #and what better way to do so then to lean into the parasocial babies who can’t diferentiate real and fiction? #anyway #I feel bad for them #if I’m taking out of my ass here and the marriage is true #they deserved privacy #they deserved to not have every interaction they had not be analyzed #no one should have to hide a relationship in fear of public response #lety rambles #shourtney #shartney #shortney #Smosh #Courtney miller #shayne topp

[lavender-femme]

something something lesbian pride flag hair

🪸men | minors | terfs | do not fucking interact 🪸

#please be nice 🥺 #these are from December when I got to model for a local salon #since a couple of you said you wanted to see the final look #i still haven’t opened the Dropbox with the actual photos #i’m scared to look #it’s a whole disconnect with my body #nobody ever fucking takes pictures of me #so when there are pictures … it’s like i’m seeing what i look like for the first time #and i already feel so detached from my physical body because of chronic pain… body image.. etc. #idk y’all it’s… something i’m working on #a lot of it came undone last year #anyway #please tell me nice things in the tags and replies #i didn’t get to wear my blue power suit… but I felt so powerful with the hair and the makeup done #my hair is totally faded now and i’m trying to figure out what i wanna do now #i’m talking #lavender.jpg #femme #lesbian #femme4butch #femme4stud #femme lesbian

[yourqueenb]

Feeling another random burst of self confidence (probably due to lack of sleep honestly) so have a heavily made-up eye reveal I guess? 😂

#this is from my bridal makeup trial back in December #and tbh even though it’s not exactly what I wanted I still really liked it and the overall look looked good in my engagement photos #we’re gonna change a few things for the day of but yeah #no one asked but I actually like my eye shape for the most part #I feel like they can look kind of sleepy or a bit too small sometimes in photos where I’m not wearing as much makeup #or any at all #but I still like them especially since they look like that less often now #maybe it’s bc I’ve kind of grown out of that and I haven’t really noticed until recently #or maybe it’s just bc I’m getting a little better at taking photos lol #either way if you’re a teenage girl or a woman in her early 20s and you have these random but prominent insecurities like me #I just wanna say that you’ll get past them/grow into them #maybe it’s just those awkward teen years or maybe you’re not completely comfortable with how you look or taking pictures yet #but it’s okay you’re beautiful in your own way #and it’s okay to have insecurities too #everyone has them whether you realize it or not #I def still have other things I’m insecure about #but it’s important to talk and think nicely about yourself even when it’s hard #so that’s what I’m doing here #I’m gonna try to keep practicing that from now on #hopefully I can keep it up bc I really do think too negatively about myself sometimes

[thebirdandhersong]

Sometimes I'm like naw symbolic foreshadowing in MY life? Not a thing. Doesn't happen. And then I remember the locket incident and I have to stop myself and go no go back actually that was near cinematic the way you scrabbled around for it and then gave up and then everything hit the fan

#as in that heart pendant locket was the first piece of jewelry i bought for myself #and it was for the sole purpose of putting the ex boyfriend's picture in it! #wore it constantly. housemates all knew whose face was inside that locket #and then the week before things went crazy it went missing #that was about a month before i broke up with him i think. anyway i was quite worried #and was a bit annoyed that i couldnt find it #and was like oh yeah you know i have a strange feeling about this but it couldnt be any kind of premonition #because this isnt a movie! but anyway that was.....interesting #reminded of this because i actually LIKED that locket. would like it back. #i want to take the picture out but i do want to wear it :'( it was a very nice necklace

[moregraceful]

What do I get signed by the Barracuda next week. I literally currently have two non-giveaway Sharks items that don't involve traded players in my possession and one is a stealth mode San Jose Public Library card (which to be clear I would absolutely have them sign except it's very small.) Wandering all over my house looking for any kind of signable hockey shit going, is it weird to make them sign a picture book I didn't write about pond hockey.

#i have a sharks pride hat but man i do not want to know how they feel about that #it also doesn't fit so i never wear it and if i do wear it i take it off like 10 minutes into the game #the chances of me just straight up losing it is very high #this is so stressful lmao. i really might go with the picture book #fresno oilers.txt #''kasper why are you posting this'' a fallen tree took out the internet and i can't get into blackboard on phone and forgot my ao3 password #i truly have nothing better to do