#the middle one is a bonus because the only requested the other two but i liked that lyric

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Hi!!! I just read your Wonka fics and they're all so sweet and I love them so much. I was wondering if I could request a certain fic? Here me out,,,,

So basically since there were only 6 bedrooms at the laundry place, the reader had their own room before Willy came but once he came the reader got switched to share rooms with Noodle since that's who they're closest too. The reader doesn't have their own bed for a few days until after they slowly(?) get closer to Willy, and build up the courage to walk to Willy's room in the middle of the night and ask to sleep with him. Nothing but sweet fluff.

Bonus points if Noodle catches them cuddling the next morning while they're asleep. :)))

Midnight Encounters [W. W]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

note: first, I have to say that I LOVED this as soon as I read it. I'm honestly afraid I haven't done this wonderful idea justice, so whoever asked for this, I'm very grateful. This is my favorite so far!

taglist: @dyieying @reallysparklychaos [Timothée masterlist]

Scrubitt's wonderful building only had six rooms, and when a seventh guest (a forced worker, actually) arrived, you had to figure out a way to make it work. You and Noodle had no problem sharing a place due to your familiarity and that, of course, you were the youngest, to give the new laundry employee a bed of his own.

Mr. Wonka was a most peculiar man, who had gained your attention immediately and, as the days passed, also your affection. It was something like love at first sight, if there was such a thing, and you didn't know if it was due to his charismatic personality, his beauty, or his completely dreamy aura that had captivated you. Whatever it was, it was clear that every time he approached you let out a nervous sigh and he seemed to react the same way to your presence; somehow you knew he felt the same way, you didn't even know why, you just felt it. 

A good amount of time passed, enough for the two of you to share stories in the long hours you had to spend working, and trust was added to the list of things between you. You thought that the bond that was born between you could also be because you two were similar in age compared to the rest, who were younger or older. You suddenly started to enjoy chatting with him, he became the first one you looked for in the crowd and you also allowed him to help you from time to time, even if it was small things, just to be with him a little more. 

That was why that night, after thinking about it for so many hours, you slipped out of your shared bed with Noodle, ready to go out through the hallway in search of a little warmth to shelter you while you slept. Because if anything was true, it was that the little girl's room had always been colder than yours and you weren’t a person particularly fond of this condition. On the contrary, you would say that as soon as a little wind blew through the window your entire body was already shaking in protest, to the point that it had become unbearable to live through it.

You advanced automatically and when you reached the door of your old room there was a second of hesitation, where all the possible results for what you were about to do passed through your mind; some were more favorable than others, however, you knew that you wouldn't find out what was really going to happen until you dared to cross into the room. Would Willy be upset? you asked yourself. You just hoped you didn't scare him.

You carefully turned the knob, which had once been gold but was now only copper, and you were thankful that it didn't have a lock. There was definitely no time to chicken out, you knew when you watched the boy curled up on the bed move slightly, as if the air that had sneaked in through the door had bothered him.

You noticed that he was wearing only his light white shirt and a pair of pants, without shoes or socks. There was a certain vulnerability in the scene, almost like an invitation for you to take a couple of steps and simply slip into his arms and sleep peacefully. How would he feel? Would his skin be soft? Cozy? Would that grip be enough to help you get your long-awaited rest?

You closed the door behind you and the soft click it made was enough to wake the man, as if that had warned him of the intruder who had sneaked into his room. He sat bolt upright on the bed and squinted to peer through the darkness.

"Who is it?"

“It's me, Willy” you responded and upon hearing your voice he visibly relaxed. However, when he asked himself the reason for your nocturnal visit, he returned to alert state.

"What happened? Everything is alright?"

You had no valid reason to be there. Or maybe you had it, but it wasn't something you could explain to the man without exposing yourself, or exposing your feelings. Even if that were the case, you thought that it would sound absurd to confess to him that you were there just because you wanted to discover what it felt like to have him close to you, to feel his breath close to your face, to be sheltered by his body...

“Y/N?” he spoke again, probably because he thought you hadn't heard him the first time. He was afraid it was an emergency so you were there, not imagining anything of what was going through your head.

You finally found your voice, deep inside your chest, and were able to offer him an answer:

"I'm cold"

You honestly didn't know what else to say and deep down you hoped that was enough, but even so, Willy got up still sleepy and stumbled to reach you. 

“Oh, do you need a blanket?” he asked, while he could put his hands at your sides, holding your arms. His curls were messy and there were traces of sleep on his face. “Or would you prefer that I change rooms with you and Noodle? I wouldn't mind, although you should have told me before. If I had known, I could…”

"May I stay here?" you interrupted him. Your voice was a whisper in the darkness and he was still holding you, looking down at you with slight concern “With you?”

For a second he thought he was hearing you wrong and if he had heard correctly, he thought that perhaps he had not understood what you were trying to tell him. You looked disheveled and wore lighter clothing than usual, but he couldn't help but notice the innocence that bathed your face. You looked so pure and pretty that he felt dizzy, which only increased at the possibility that you were suggesting sleeping there; in the same bed… together.

“Huh… Are you sure?” he asked and instantly felt stupid. He just hoped it wouldn't scare you away.

“I guess I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, right?” you replied, a smile escaping your lips. Suddenly the thought of him not wanting this came to your mind, realizing that it was completely valid “But if you don't want…”

“No,” he murmured, taking his turn to interrupt you. “It's okay if you want to stay here, I don't mind. I also feel a little cold”

If that was just to make you feel better, it didn't matter, after all you knew from the look on you that he wanted to do this just as much as you did. Well, it was that and the way his hand moved up your arm until it reached your face, where he brushed away a chunk of your hair and then kindly caressed your cheek. It was a gentle, loving, and sincere touch. 

Without waiting any longer, you walked between the buckets that stopped the leaks and the man followed you obediently, until the two of you were sitting on the mattress. It was small and worn, with barely enough room for a body to move freely, there was a thin blanket over it and a pillow that covered the entire length of the headboard.

“You look tired,” you pointed out, feeling a slight guilt for having snatched him from his sleep.

“I am a little,” he replied, while he yawned and rubbed one eye as if he wanted to corroborate what he was saying.

You wanted to have the courage to grab his face and kiss him right there, but you didn't dare; it had been too much, you had to control your impulses or you would end up scaring the poor boy to death.

“We have to sleep, then”

Willy motioned for you to take the inside of the bed and when you were lying down he imitated you, forced by the lack of space to position himself a few centimeters from your entire body. You felt small, not physically, but metaphorically, and his attentive gaze and playful expression didn't help much.

"Are you comfortable?"

“Mjm,” you hummed affirmatively.

You felt him stir next to you and then he spread the blanket over you, hoping that would ease whatever had ailed you in the first place. One of his hands began to move down and up your arm in an attempt to give you a little more warmth, which worked perfectly after a few seconds. You felt so spoiled by him.

You were silent for a moment, in which he didn’t dare to look at you for fear that you could read in his expression how nervous he had become. He didn’t expect your visit and feared he was dreaming, although his hand touching you kept him certain that this wasn’t the case.

“I assume I was your first choice for this, was I?”

“You were my only option” you relieved, in a low voice. You weren't going to lie to him, if you had already managed to sneak between his sheets you wanted him to know that you were only thinking about him “I thought your arms would be warm. And I think I wasn’t wrong”

Almost as if your words had been an incentive, he closed the distance even more, placing one of his arms under your head so you could use it as a pillow and using the other to surround your body. Your face felt red and you thought you would die of embarrassment, but instead you just buried your head in his chest. He smelled like chocolate and soap.

“Hey,” he whispered suddenly and you pulled your head out of its comfortable spot to respond.

"Yeah?"

Again he surprised you when you felt that you received a fluffy kiss on the forehead before an answer, managing to add even more color to the skin of your cheeks.

“I just wanted to see your face. Rest"

Would it be possible not to when you were sheltered by such a sweet man, who held you with the care of holding a piece of porcelain? You highly doubted it, to be honest.

Your response was only your arm stretching out from the blanket that covered you to surround his waist and thus become practically fused with him. It didn't take you long to feel the full weight of fatigue settling on you and thanks to the rhythmic beat of his heart, you fell completely asleep, now without a single problem to be able to rest.

In your dreams you thought you heard his voice, but you couldn't make out what he was telling you, and at some point during the night you tangled your legs with his, thus eliminating any remains of the distance you had with him.

Very early in the morning Noodle soon noticed that someone was missing in bed, and although at first she thought you had just decided to get up a little early, she got worried when she went out to look for you and couldn't find you anywhere. The girl wondered if something had happened to you, if you had escaped or even if the mistress had locked you in the closet, just like she did with her. She thought that she had to tell someone about your absence and then she believed that the best candidate would be Willy, because she knew that he would share her concern and help her look for you without any complaints.

She crossed the hallway with her bare feet until she reached the boy's room and once there, she knocked on the door twice.

“Willy?” she called out to him, but there was no answer. That's why she knocked two more times “Willy? Are you there?"

Noodle waited a few seconds for the door to open, but it didn't, and that worried the girl again. What if he had disappeared too? She didn't want to waste time and to find out she turned the doorknob, expecting to see an empty room. But her surprise was great when she looked at what was really behind the door.

It was obvious that the blows had woken the man, so when he looked directly at her he had already put a finger to his mouth to tell her to keep quiet. The girl noticed that there was a bundle curled up next to him, holding him firmly and with its head buried in the crook of his neck, but she opened her eyes widely when she recognized the pattern of the pants that was under the sheet.

At least the problem of your whereabouts had been solved.

"Is…?"

“Yes, but she's asleep,” Willy responded quickly, whispering, “Be good and let her rest, okay? There is still a little while before the laundry opens.”

She nodded, confused and surprised, and waved goodbye to him, closing the door carefully. Noodle smiled to herself as she returned to her room, while she thought that, with any luck, from now on it would be someone else who would have to share the bed with you.

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[randomshyperson]

Best (Girl)Friends - Wanda Maximoff x Rogers!Reader

Summary: Wanda sympathizes with your willpower. 70 years on ice is a long time to wait for an intimate touch. And being the good friend that she is, Wanda offers you some help.

Warnings: (+18), some vague plot, smut with virginity loss, Rogers!Reader following all Wanda’s wishes, power bottom!Wanda, kissing, friends to lovers, mutual pining, explicit consent but Wanda being a tease and a bit possessive. | Words: 4.893k

A/-N-> I’m pretty sure this was a request, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. 

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Shield acted as if they won the lottery.

In a way, it felt like that. Two Rogers siblings found on the same day would probably yield some promotions within the teams responsible, and a nice image bonus with the US government. 

But while Captain America was found in a negative temperature on the other side of the planet, his sister destroyed an entire building with her sudden appearance inside a blue explosion a few hours later.

In your defense, you had no idea what was about to happen. 

One minute, you were inside a Howard Stark-designed marine suit at the bottom of the ocean. But in Shield's defense, you were disobeying the orders of your director, that is, Margaret Carter on the phone, who five minutes earlier insisted that she would not risk losing another Rogers and that reaching the cube was not worth the risk to your safety, but you still put on the prototype underwater suit and dived in search of the item, which, to you, was the key to finding your brother.

You were right, in a way. Touching the cube with the determined idea that you would like to see Steve again really worked. The problem was how it happened. 

The explosion was all around you, and you saw nothing but the beam of blue light that forced you to close your eyes. One moment you were deep in the sea, and the next you were in the middle of one of the Shield Secret Bases, a thousand of bricks flying around with the force of the explosion.

Your presence in the secret room of Project PEGASUS caused Shield to be on high alert, and a dozen rifles to be pointed in your face.

But it was all cleared up in no time and ended with your figure handcuffed on the seat of a government Jet on its way to New York.

Unlike Steve, you were awake. And not the least bit in the mood to follow Nick Fury's theatrical demands.

"That's to avoid shock, Miss Rogers-"

"Absolutely not, Nicholas." You cut him off impatiently, your hands-free since Shield had clarified exactly who you were. "The first thing I'm saying to my brother won't be a lie."

Nick sighed. "I understand it's a delicate situation, Miss, but Captain Rogers has been frozen for too long. An innocent fantasy is meant to lessen the shock of the truth."

You skirted Nick without caring about the speech. "There's no way to lighten news like this one. We're both in the future, for Chris’s sake! That it's absurd enough. No more lies, and let me see my brother for once. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that." 

Fury didn't have the heart to insist, not only because he had another supersoldier getting him out of the way, but because of the emotion in your voice. He waved in dismissal to any soldier more curious about your determined walk, and no one interfered as you made your way to the room where they placed your brother.

Shield had begun to create a scenario around him that made you chuckle in irony. You dismissed the agent posing as a nurse with a look, and Nick allowed you to be alone in the room, and without wasting any time, you made your way to the bed.

Steve looked the same as he did the day he disappeared, and you felt a sob break in your throat. Maybe the sound woke him up.

He opened confused eyes at you, and unlike him, you had aged a lot since the last time he had seen you when you were still a child. 

"Hey, Stevie." Your greeting came hoarsely, laden with emotion. Steve took a moment to recognize you.

"Y/N?" He asked, tense and startled. You could almost see the gears of his brain working, the way he tried to recognize his surroundings as well. "God, how long have I...?"

"Longer than you can imagine, big brother. Much longer." You replied before hugging him tightly. 

This must have been the last entirely friendly interaction you had with your brother, a reunion bittersweet for its peculiarities that was unable to conciliate years of differences between the two of you. Nor did the ice erase your hurt over Steve sending you away from the war when your parents passed away, or make you forget the years of training and working for Shield in search of him once you were back in Brooklyn. Nor did it change Steve's view of how he wanted to protect and keep out of trouble - which included superhero work - his younger sister who he had vowed to take care of.

But it was indeed an undeniable amusement to the rest of the team that the personalities of the Rogers siblings were so blatantly different, and it caused some apprehension every time Steve had to witness you leaving the tower in some sports car borrowed from Tony Stark while dressed in leather jackets borrowed from Natasha Romanoff.

The apex that you were entirely corrupted for all that he expected from a proper 1950s girl came in the addition of a certain angry witch to the team a while later.

Of course, the close age - if one ignores the years between the time jump and your arrival - you and Wanda had made your friendship an inevitability. But this doesn't mean that witnessing your clear crush on the new Avenger wasn't giving your older brother a headache.

Natasha thinks he deserved some credit. Considering he was a white man from the 1950s who was frozen before appearing in a new century, Steve was pretty open-minded. She was pretty sure this was due to the closet years of keeping a secret crush on his best friend, but she wouldn't be mean enough to torment Steve with that. 

And besides this, you were also getting used to the new century. And with the possibility of being able to have feelings for Wanda in an open and free way, so different from the world you lived in before.

The witch, on the other hand, had the greatest of fun tormenting you as much as she could while she waited for you to be ready.

And these teases came at every opportunity Wanda could take, from summer days at the tower pool where she had an excuse to wear bikinis around you and make a complete mess of you with the "friendly cuddling" which is how she came to justify the fact that your room was hers now and that there was nothing more platonical than sleeping cuddled up to your best friend.

With each passing moment, you grew comfortable and certain in your own feelings, parallel to which you became more confident in your powers and Wanda began to feel that the tables were turning on her every time a tickle war ended with you using your super-strength to pin her to the bed or you could effortlessly carry her away from a training session or conflict.

It didn't take long for the situation to become unbearable - Wanda was sure she would combust in the next cuddling session if she felt your body against hers again without that leading to what she really wanted, so now she had to take drastic action.

Communication was always the key to everything.

"Have you ever had sex?"

Your cell phone fell hard on your face. Wanda giggled at the mirror reflection: she was on her back brushing her hair and stealing glances at your figure lying on the bed, still learning to use the current technology but definitely loving the whole thing.

Snorting in embarrassment, you pushed the electronic device down onto the mattress and massaged your sore face. "I'm beginning to think you enjoy seeing me like this."

"What do you mean?" She asks innocently, turning her attention to the ring drawer. 

"Disconcerted."

Wanda chuckles mischievously, running her fingers through the options and trying to decide between the items as you stare at the ceiling. "I know you're like 100 years old, but won’t you tell me that it never happened? Not even when you became a hottie super soldier?"

You grunted in shame, covering your face with your arm. Wanda giggled again, this time putting on one of the silver rings. You were too far away to notice how her fingers were slightly trembling, giving away how she was equally affected by the conversation. But unlike you, Wanda knew how to keep it cool very well.

"Wandaaa." You grumbled, and she almost dropped the subject when you added. "No."

"No, what?"

With a sigh, you removed your arm from in front of your face but didn't risk looking at her. "Back then...I just, I didn't have the courage I guess. You know, girls were supposed to be virgins to marry, in theory. And well, I wasn't going to marry anyone because I was too busy working. And when I got into the army, the vast majority of the guys I knew started looking at me with contempt and indignation, and then came the serum I just...didn't know how to handle the attention."

Wanda spun the stool she was sitting on toward you, listening closely to your words. 

You sighed shyly. "I mean I had opportunities, but I just didn't feel comfortable following them. I wanted... to be with someone who liked me. Not the super serum, you know? Most people were only talking to me because of it. They hoped to gain some kind of benefit from meeting the American Soldier. I don't know, maybe it's just me trying not to sound so... cowardly."

Wanda stood up with a sigh, and you swallowed dryly, keeping your gaze on the ceiling until her face appear in your field of vision.

"Detka, you are literally the bravest person I know." Reminded the witch, bringing a small smile to you. "And there's nothing wrong with not being ready, or waiting for the right person. Sex is intimate, it makes sense that you want it to happen with someone you like and who likes you back."

"Thank you for being understanding." You muttered, swallowing dryly when instead of returning to her previous activities, Wanda sat down on the bed next to you. With a sigh and shifting your gaze to the ceiling again, you ventured, "Have you?"

Wanda's teasing giggle brought a deep color to your face. "Have I what?"

Snorting, you retorted, "Come on, you're the one who brought this up."

Wanda pinched you gently on the belly, smiling at your complaint. “A few times, actually.'"

It made no sense at all to feel jealous of a time you didn't even know her, and that you were somehow in the past, but still, a bitter burn filled your stomach. Wanda, the telepath that she was, seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, and without caring whether it would make your heart stop or not, approached you to use your torso as her personal pillow. With two legs on which side of your hips, she stared down at you.

"But it was nothing outstanding." She began, using her fingertips to wander all the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders through your pajamas and having the best time in the world in watching every single hair of you shiver. "I kept making the same mistake in settling down for mediocre sex. No real feelings, no passion, much less love. Always end up frustrated and having to finish the job alone."

You frowned in confusion. "Alone...?" But it only took one look from Wanda for you to understand what she meant and choke, your face pink again. The younger girl giggled, leaning her elbow on you to rest her chin on her own hand and take a closer look. 

"Eyes on me, baby." She asked, hoping you would overcome your own shyness to do so. When you follow her request, Wanda was ready to risk everything. "You know I love you, don't you?"

You sighed, nodding. "I love you too, Wanda." Your confession was huskier than hers, and she had to ignore the sincerity of what that really meant in order to stay focused on that afternoon's goal. "Kind of the essential thing on the best friend package, isn't it?"

Wanda chuckled, rolling her eyes. 

Of course, you would make a joke to lessen the intensity of the moment, if she was nervous in all her confident glory, she could have sympathy for you, who was literally having to deal with your long-time crush practicing lying over you.

"Friends help each other, don't they? Especially best friends." She retorted, and you frowned in confusion.

"Yeah, I guess… why, did something happen?" Before your confusion could turn to worry entirely and you could finish the movement of getting up, Wanda pressed her hands on your shoulders and pushed you back on the mattress.  "Hey." You chuckled puzzledly, but the laughter died into an affected sigh when Wanda simply shifted in your lap completely, in a very non-platonic way.  "Right, whatever makes you comfortable." You mutter, very aware of the heat radiating from the girl's body on top of you, who just chuckled mischievously at your shyness.

"Relax, dorogoya." Wanda reasserted in a low, dangerously seductive voice. Her hands were on your shoulders still, rubbing your loose pajamas and somehow pushing them down to the limits, exposing as much skin as Wanda could manage. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to...but I also need you to tell me exactly what you wanna do and how ready for me you are."

Your throat went dry, and Wanda's dilated pupils were not helping the words to form. She bit her lip, seeming to have the best time with your clumsiness.

"I-I... god, Wanda..." You gasped and she leaned in completely until her breath was hitting your cheek.

"How about a kiss? Don't tell me you never got one?" She mocked and you had to chuckle dryly.

"You can be quite an ass, Maximoff." You murmured with your eyes closed, risking moving your hands to her thighs around your hips, the action making you both hold your breaths for a second. "I've kissed before."

"Hmm, I see." She hits back, deviating from the original path and letting her mouth tease your jaw, feeling your hands squeeze her thighs gently with every kiss across your skin. What Wanda wouldn't do to see you lose control...

"I like kissing." You confess hoarsely, mostly because she’s making you so nervous that the words are simply spilling. You kept your eyes closed and your neck stretched to give her more room to don’t stop. Aware of your words, Wanda hums again as she keeps depositing chaste kisses on your collarbone. "I like...kissing girls."

It should be a heartfelt confession, one that Wanda theoretically knew about but that you've never put into words before. But suddenly, Wanda bit down on you, hard enough for you to grunt in pain, opening your eyes. She grabs your cheeks with one hand, a hot fury in her eyes that makes you shudder.

"Rule number one, don't talk about other girls when you have one on top of you."

You open your mouth like a fish, babbling nonsense for enough time for Wanda to make a motion of leaving. But that makes you react. "I didn't mean to upset you!" You try quickly, hands moving on an instinct to hold her by the waist on top of you. Wanda has to bite her lips hard to keep from letting out a much more submissive sound than she would like when you just squeeze her firmly to keep her there. "Wanda, please forgive me! I-you caught me off guard, alright? I’m nervous… We’re friends and suddenly… you’re so close and I’m talking nonsense! Please, just… tell me what you want to hear.”

She huffs impatiently, crossing her arms and turning her face away as you sigh in defeat. Wanda wants to be annoyed, but you're so lovely when you lean your face into her, trying to ease her anger with chaste kisses on her cheeks and neck until you manage to get from her a stubborn smile. She has no choice but to uncross her arms to slide her hands up your shoulders, wrapping herself around your body again. 

She feels you smile and relax completely, the kisses getting firmer on her neck until they tickle and elicit a husky giggle from her. Still, Wanda settles a hand in your hair, and the slight tug to bring your faces close together again draws a deep sigh from you.

"I don't want to hear about other girls, detka. This is your last warning." She says seriously with eyes glowing red for a moment. Wanda had hoped to have a direct effect, but to her surprise, a teasing smirk began to form on your lips.

"Wow, you're totally jealous." You accused and she grimaced, trying to pull away once more. But that only made you burst out into a teasing giggle, while your strong arms wrapped around her torso, bringing her back to you effortlessly while keeping her locked into you. Wanda was clearly aware of how shaky her legs were with the motion, and trying to walk away again would only result in her falling to the ground. "Wanda, darling, the girls I kissed must be a hundred years old by now."

Reluctantly and with a rosy tinge in her cheeks, she mutters, "Honestly, I was hoping to be your first."  Her confession makes you rise your eyebrows in surprise, only to smile fondly next. Your hands moved again, caressing her back in an attempt to relax her as well. 

"Hey, look at me." You call out gently, waiting for the girl's stubbornness to subside with the help of your caresses. Wanda has a stronger color on her face when she finally raises her eyes to you again. "I didn't imagine this was anything of relevance to you. But I haven't lied before, I've never been with someone intimately. If you still want to, you can be my first... everything else."

She twitches her nose softly. "You’re making it sound like it’s a favor for me. I only want to... if you do too." She retorts with a certain determination in her gaze, and though you feel your cheeks burn with the ultimatum, you nod foolishly before breaking the distance.

It catches Wanda by surprise, the sudden kiss, and you're despairing when she doesn't respond immediately, pulling away at the same speed you approached. "Sorry." You say mortified and breathless, your lips tingling. "I like you, Wan. I really do. I just thought you should know before..."

She places a finger over yours, shushing your nervous anticipation. Her free hand goes to your cheek and Wanda pulls you close again, her eyes darkening in a way that makes you shiver entirely.

"Like I said before, just relax, baby. Stop overthinking." She whispers before she firms her mouth over yours. It's a sensual, intense kiss unlike any you've ever received. Wanda seems determined to drive you to complete insanity. She kisses you unhurried, waiting for permission to slide her tongue into yours, and giving you no room to breathe properly, head spinning with those new yet so familiar needy feelings. She kisses and kisses you until you're restless beneath her, your body burning and your hands curious testing limits that she doesn’t impose, only encourages you to break. Her taste and smell intoxicate your every sense, the feel of her body molded to yours, teasing your reactions and almost making you lose control of your strength. The tight squeeze you give her when she sucks your tongue earns a whimper from her that sticks and echoes in your mind, making you dizzy with lust. When she finally breaks the kiss to breathe, her lips are swollen like yours, and her pupils are so dilated that there is no green left in them. Your face burns for the matching fire you find in her gaze.

You are unable to find any words to describe this moment, so you only stare at her, blushing over the smirk that starts to form on her lips once she catches the adoring look you’re giving her.

Licking your lips to try to gain some focus, you dare to ask: “Was it…good?” You would have added “Did you like” or “Was I enough” if Wanda didn't break into a giggle that shut you entirely, your cheeks burning. Before the shame could surface, she grabbed your cheeks again. “You’re too cute, darling.” She says, kissing you again more quickly than before. Her hands move to yours then, intertwining your fingers together to drag them on her thighs, down, and then back up, this time under her skirt. Your heart stopped, and Wanda turned her dark eyes back to yours, her voice so low you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close. “Don’t be shy, see for yourself how much I like kissing you.” She whispers darkly.

When she kisses you again, her hands guide you under her skirt until you're in her front. The mere contact of your fingers with the wet spot on her panties makes you groan and break the kiss, needing a moment to just take a breath and calm your nerves. Wanda doesn't wait long, releasing your hands to move hers to your shoulders, needing firm support now that you're so close to where she needs it so badly. She gasps in surprise when your hand gives a quick tug that rips her panties off at once, a wave of new wetness running down her thighs in the same second.

You don't say anything about it, just turns your face to kiss her again, the same way she did before, and somehow even dirtier and more sexual, drawing gasps with every flick of your tongue against hers.

Because Wanda's your best friend, she wants to taunt you - tease you about being better at this than you let on, but all the words fall away at once when your fingers fill her in one go. All Wanda can do is moan, choking on the kiss as she feels you slide into her with such ease. 

"Fuck, detka." She moans with her eyes tightly closed, just as she pulls away to breathe. Your response is to just continue your movements, in and out of her without haste, feeling every mention of her warm walls squeezing your fingers. Wanda is burning on top of you and the sound of her drenched pleasure echoes low. You hum contentedly, nipping at her neck as she can no longer match the kiss, so close to her own climax. Your hand adjusts, increasing its reach, and when your thumb gives her clit the attention it needs, Wanda lets out an affected squeal. "W-wanna cum, baby. Please!"

You bite back a smile, surprised and impressed by the question hidden in the statement. You adjust to face her and wait for Wanda to feel the change to look at you too. The dark, lust-filled pupils leave you breathless.

"You can cum, sweetheart, you don't even have to ask." You assure her softly, never stopping your movements inside her. "I'm here to please you." You whisper, and it's enough for Wanda to break into an affected moan, hips thrusting helplessly against your hand until she arches her back and lets out the longest, dirtiest moan you've ever heard. 

Her eyes flutter shut as she rides her high on your soaked hand, until she finally opens scarlet pupils for you, a long groan leaving her lips as the last sensations of the best orgasm she ever had fade away.

Wanda turns her full attention to you in the next second, stealing quick but intense kisses until a husky giggle leaves her lips and tickles yours.

"You're too good at this for your own good." She prompts, and the compliment takes a heartfelt giggle from you. You try to relax under her gaze but Wanda's dilated eyes have a different twinkle as she holds your cheeks more firmly. "I think I want to keep you all to myself. Without sharing with anybody else. What do you say, baby?"

You swallow dry, suddenly quite vulnerable "H-hm, like... dating?" You retort in a weak tone of voice because you need to confirm and well the idea that someone as unbelievably awesome as Wanda Maximoff is actually asking for exclusivity with you seems too freaking surreal not to confirm. As many times as necessary.

Wanda giggles mischievously, settling herself on top of your fingers that never left her and sighing as she feels you even deeper than before. "Yeah, just like that." She moans, and you're not sure if she's answering your question or guiding you through the motions, but you get the impression that the answer goes both ways. 

It's not like you will contradict your new girlfriend any further.

Before Wanda could indulge in the sensation again, however, she stopped you with a gentle grip on your wrist. Raising curious eyes to the breathless flushed girl on top of you, your first reaction was to check if you had done something wrong, and by god, hurt her. But Wanda bit back a smile, her other hand going down to your belt.

"We're overdressed, honey." She whispered against your lips, red sparkles playing with the edge of your shirts, teasing them upward. " Strip."

Moaning low against her mouth, Wanda almost didn't let you pull away. In record time, your clothes were off and so were hers, between stolen panting kisses you fell to the mattress again, curious hands urging together.

Wanda pinned you beneath her with no effort despite your super strength, and feeling her naked against your skin drove you to the brink of insanity. She swallowed each moan with her mouth, appreciating the increasingly needy sounds as she fit against your hips, and began to move hers.

Soon, the friction became unbearably arousing and you had to clutch at the sheet, and the headboard. A hot, tight knot at the tip of your stomach left you breathless, every movement of Wanda's hips into yours, the perfect fit between your cunts was enough to make you choke. 

You practically meowed when she got the rhythm right. "O-oh god Wanda! T-there's something... fuck, I can't-"

"I know baby, just let go for me." She panted, her hands clenching the sheet on either side of your head, her hips frantic against yours. "Fuck, you feel amazing" She moans a confession, smiling satisfied at your expression of pure bliss beneath her.

Suddenly the knot bursts, and you're blinded by the pleasure of your first orgasm for a full moment. The headboard snaps in your left hand and Wanda cums in a loud, animalistic moan, spilling herself down on you before collapsing heavily onto your torso, your panting breaths mingling like your juices.

You try to recover together from the intensity of the climax, your hand finding her back on instinct to stroke her as Wanda nestles closer against you, an exhausted, satisfied smile on her lips.

She barely had a chance to lift her face to kiss you when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

"Kid, is everything all right in here I heard something breaking-'" 

You nearly knocked Wanda off the bed in an attempt to cover the two of you with the comforter - and the mattress lost a few springs in the process.

The two Avengers who'd entered the room covered their faces with their hands, but unlike your brother, Natasha was holding back her laughter.

"I'm sorry. We... I... you-"

"Come on Captain, we're leaving." Natasha cut Steve off with a pat on the shoulder, leading the way backward. "Sorry girls, lock the door next time. And well, use protection!" She burst out laughing, ignoring the embarrassed grumbles from you and Wanda, and closing the door.

With the safety of a locked door, you hid your face in your pillow.

"Great, the best day of my life might be ruined because my brother is going to have a stroke."  You grumbled, getting a hearty laugh from the other.

Wanda adjusted herself, stroking your hair until you looked at her again. "Best day of your life, huh? I'm flattered." She teases, smiling at the red that appears on your cheeks.

"As if you weren't cocky enough." You retort in the same tone, adjusting to hold her by the waist and pull her to you, getting on top now. Wanda sighs softly, even warmer with the addition of the blanket now, she finds it kind of hard to concentrate, much more talk. "Thank you, Wands."

Your line surprises her. "For what?"

"For being my first time." You clarify with a shrug, though your gaze was intense. "I've always wanted it to be with someone special, someone I like and trust. And there's no one I love more than you."

Wanda kisses you because she doesn't want to be the type to cry during sex, and she's pretty sure she would. You don't mind, she transmits the feeling through action and well, there are other things you're dying to do other than talk.

There will be time for confessions later.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff oneshots #marvel oneshots #elizabeth olsen x reader

[boorines]

Could I please request HHU with keeping their s/o close in a festival/crowd? how they hold them like are touchy and possessive or are YOU the one keeping them from getting lost

this is so cute ☹️ hope u like it anon!!

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SEUNGCHEOL

seungcheol doesn’t really hold onto you at all, he’d let you do your own thing at a music festival or event.

he does, however, keep glancing at you to make sure you’re doing okay, if he sees the cup of lemonade you’re holding in your hand running low he’ll wordlessly slip away to get you a refill.

he’d let you enjoy yourself freely. however, if he spots someone attempting to get too comfortable with you, he’d silently slide beside you. either resting a hand on your waist or acting as a barrier between you and the stranger. his heart swells when you smile up at him gratefully.

WONWOO

he’d hold your hand in a crowd tightly. more for his sake than yours. your tendency to wander after things that catch your attention has been a source of worry for wonwoo one too many times.

he’d let your hand go only when you’re planted right next to him and chewing on the stick of cotton candy in your hand, the other on your phone busy documenting your 3rd snack of the day. wonwoo would offer his arm to you as you both start walking again, making sure your arms are linked tight while you work your way through the cotton candy.

and when the crowd finally thins, he’d slip his arm around your shoulders and you’d slide your hand into the back pocket of his jeans. and this is how you’d go about the rest of your day.

MINGYU

this one is protective like it’s a full time job. at a party while you mingle with other guests he’d have his eyes trained on the people around you, scanning the room for any unwanted attention.

mingyu would hold both of your drinks in his hands, not trusting other people to go near what you’d been sipping on throughout the night. if you needed the bathroom, best believe he’d be standing right outside.

but he wouldn’t be overbearing, choosing to keep an eye on you and your surroundings while you freely chat to others and dance to the music. sure, he’s a touchy boyfriend, but any skinship could wait until you two were home. for now he’d just be on guard as he watches you enjoy your night.

VERNON

hand holder #2. he’d have your hand in his all night, especially considering you were the only reason he’d come to the market in the first place. as you make your way through the crowd, vernon is behind you the entire time, fingers interlocked.

he wouldn’t interfere beyond gently tugging you away from objects you may bump into or picking fluff out of your hair. he’d be content just letting you do your thing and tagging along.

keeps your hand in his even when the crowd thins. not for worry of you wandering about, but just for the comfort of knowing that you’re beside him. bonus boyfriend points because he’d smile sweetly into the camera when you ask him to, despite being in the middle of a busy market.

#mingyu fluff #wonwoo fluff #seungcheol fluff #vernon fluff #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #svt hhu #seventeen x reader #mingyu x reader #wonwoo x reader #seungcheol x reader #vernon x reader #wonwoo #mingyu #seungcheol #vernon #mingyu au #wonwoo au #seungcheol au #vernon au #mingyu imagines #wonwoo imagines #seungcheol imagines #vernon imagines #seventeen imagines #mingyu scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #seungcheol scenarios #vernon scenarios #mickeyboos

[hellish-sunsets]

Lucifer red string of fate soulmate au? Like, maybe he and Lilith originally got together despite the strings because Lucifers was Grey or something at the time; but eventually his turns bright red because turns out his soulmate was mortal and is now a sinner so they can actually be together? I think it would be cute since he's so depressed with Lilith leaving him; now he has the sparkle of hope that he can find the missing piece to his puzzle 😊 if you do end up writing this request could it be super fluffy??? (Also bonus points if Sinner Reader is not only shorter then him but also super kind hearted and sweet!)

I'm a sucker for soulmate AU's! This one got a bit away from me, I'll probably have to make a part two, but for now here's what I got!

Gray Dyed Red

Word Count: 1,912

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The strings existed since the beginning of… well, existence. Every being had one tied to their middle finger, or the closest they had to one for the more animalistic ones. No one could see them but the owner of the string, thin things that could never tangle or be broken, either red or gray. And at the end of that string was supposed to be your soulmate. Well, as long as it was red. 

Lucifer’s had always been gray. 

And yeah, it bothered him at first, but he was quick to push aside and keep himself busy with creating with the other angels. He would lose himself in his work. But then, none of his ideas were good enough. They were too… different. He just wanted to make something he could be proud of. 

He was only allowed to watch when Adam and Lillith were made. 

Watching wasn’t as much fun, but he could still keep himself distracted. He smiled down at them as they started their lives on the earth they were given. 

Then they fell apart. He didn’t understand why. Surely the first man and woman would be soulmates, right? But no, they didn’t fit well at all. They’re relationship was a constant fight of who was in charge. He decided he had to help somehow, and in the process fell in love with Lillith. She told him her string was gray, and he thought that maybe they could make it work. They loved and supported each other! What did it matter if they weren’t soulmates?

Even after their fall to hell, they spent thousands of years in each other's arms. 

Then she left.

No word, no note, just an empty bed and an empty castle. 

And he knew he was falling apart, shunning the rest of the world, not even reaching out to Charlie anymore, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted a distraction, something to put his mind on that wasn’t his own failures. 

The gray string of his was just a reminder that there was no one for him, not even the woman he gave all his existence to. 

But it was strange. All these thousands of years, it had never changed color before. 

He didn’t even notice at first, couldn’t pinpoint when exactly it happened. He was in bed, had probably been there far too long. He physically couldn’t sleep anymore, so he needed to distract himself with something else. Maybe he could make an actually good rubber duck today. He should probably shower first, or clean himself in some way. Showers were faster so they usually won out. Though, they didn’t usually end up being faster once he gets in there. 

Whatever, he just needed to get up, right?

With a groan, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, stretching his arms over his head. He avoided staring at the empty side of the bed, shoving the covers off to head for the bathroom, the wood floors cold against his feet. 

He yawned as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror. That’s when he saw it, a glint of red. He frowned and lowered his hand to stare, wondering what he had seen. It couldn’t have been his eyes, the shade wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t his cheeks. He went to scratch his chin but froze with his hand halfway up. 

The string was red, deep and bright and unlike anything he had seen before. He looked down at his hand with wide eyes, not quite comprehending what it meant, but for some reason his heart seemed to flip in his chest. That was strange…

So… he had a soulmate now? How? When? Were they just made, or perhaps they were born somewhere? Were they from Earth? Heaven? Hell? Could he find them now? Maybe it turned because they just entered hell. But then, how good of a person could they be if they were down here with the sinners, perhaps a sinner themself? Was that even the type of person he wanted to interact with? But he had seen so many find their soulmates on the other end of their string and, good person or not, they were always perfect for eachother.

His heart does another flip in his chest.

He forces himself to undress and get in the shower, but his mind kept racing, going over the same questions over and over again.

His shower was much shorter than usual. He wanted to get out as soon as possible.

It had been a very long time since he bothered walking or flying through the city. He didn’t much like the sights or the people. Lilith was the one who dealt with them. Every single one of those sinners was just a reminder of what he had done, a never ending punishment. He preferred avoiding it all together. The last thing he ever wanted was to see how his gift of free will was abused by so many.

But that didn’t matter now. As much as he hated the people and the crowds, he was going to follow this stupid string until he found it’s end. 

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A few days passed. 

Pentagram city couldn’t be that big, and yet here he was, still searching. He did rest. Occasionally. Sometimes. Probably not enough. The only reason he did rest as much as he did was… well, he wanted to be at his best when he did finally find the end of his string. He wanted to make a good impression!

He narrowed it down to the edge of the city, a more rundown section where new sinners tended to congregate.

So they had to be new to hell. That's why his string suddenly changed color. They must have been a human who recently died and manifested here. He… wasn’t sure how he felt about it. What if she was just as awful as every other sinner? He feared that the most, that he was destined for some terrible person, that he didn’t deserve someone actually nice…

His string went straight down to an alley below. He could avoid the crowd, thank God. He swept down into the alley, feet landing with a quiet clack against the cracked concrete. He withdrew his wings, glancing around his filthy surroundings with a scowl of disgust. Surely there wasn’t anyone lounging in the muck here, right. But no, there was someone here, a sinner in tattered clothes, standing with their back pressed against the brick wall, head bowed as they took deep breaths, like they were calming themself down from something. 

A frown tugged at his lips. He glanced down at his hand, eyes tracing the vibrant red string towards this sinner, the other end tied around their finger.

It was them. 

He wasn’t entirely sure when he started walking towards them, just knew when his hand clasped around theirs. They jumped, trying to pull away at the sudden contact until their eyes met. They almost immediately relaxed, eyes widening with understanding as they gazed down at their clasped hands, then back up into his eyes. It was odd. No one had looked up at him since Charlie was still young.

He was usually better with words. They would normally come so easily to him, even if they may not always be the best or a bit rambling. But for once in his life, he wasn't sure what to say.

“Hi.” They said, smiling up at him ever so sweetly.

“Hey.” He smiled back, a flush rising in his cheeks. “What, um, brings you… here.” He motioned vaguely to the filthy alley with a slight frown, but the smile returned when he looked down at them.

“Ah, you know, just trying to collect myself and not freak out.” They said with her cheery voice, chuckling a little at themself. “I, uh, I never really thought I'd end up down here. I guess I thought sometimes I'd end up in hell, but honestly I just didn't think about it. But it's okay! I think I get it now.”

He tilted his head slightly in confusion, but that giddy smile never did leave his face. “What do you mean? You know why you’re down here?”

They nodded.

“Yep! I'm here to be with you! That must be it!”

Warmth didn’t bloom in his chest like he's felt in other circumstances. No, it was more like being hit by a freight train face first. In an instant he had them in his arms, savoring their surprised giggle as he squeezed them tight, burying his face in their hair. They happily hugged back. 

It could have been only a moment, it could have been hours, but he didn’t care. He didn’t dare let them go until he was sure this wasn't some sort of trick or dream. Only when he was satisfied did he pull away, eyes looking over them intently, committing every contour of their face to memory, every scratch, every scar, those sparkling eyes, that smile sweeter than apple pie. Shit, they really were perfect for him, weren't they? They could confess to murder and he would forgive them instantly.

“My name's Y/N, by the way.” 

Even their name was perfect.

“Lucifer.”

“Like the devil Lucifer?” They didn't even look that perturbed, just curious. He chuckled and gave a little bow. 

“The one and only. Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”

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It was strange, having someone in his quarters again, sitting in bed with the sound of the shower running in the back. It felt… right. It was proper he wasn’t alone anymore. How things were meant to be. Nice.

He sat up straighter when he heard the shower turn off. A few long minutes passed before she came out, dressed in a simple white sundress he provided. He wasn’t very good at making clothes, he preferred creating animals and things similar, but at the very least it looked like it fit, accentuating her sweet smile. 

He could feel his cheeks heating up, but he ignored it in favor of exaggerating the smile she brought to his face.

She sat on the edge of the bed next to him, running her fingers through the damp strands of her hair.

“Well…” She started, but wasn't really sure what to say, voice drifting off. She stared at her feet, unsure what else to do. 

He tilted his head to the side, just watching her for a moment. He reached out for her, hesitating for a moment before cupping her cheek, guiding her head to turn towards him. He just… he needed to see her eyes again. He needed to be sure she's real and in front of him and this wasn't some sort of trick. 

She smiled at him and leaned into his hand. His heart melted.

“I didn't think I'd ever find my soulmate.” She admitted in a whisper. “My string was always gray before, so I thought…” She trailed off and shrugged. He nodded his understanding.

“Yeah, me too. ‘Sorta assumed I just didn't have one since I wasn't human. I think it's more common for demons and angels to have gray strings.” His brows furrowed in thought, but whatever was running through his mind vanished as she turned her head to kiss the palm of his hand.

“... what do we do now?” She asked.

He gulped and shook his head, gathering his thoughts.

“I suppose I should introduce you to my daughter.”

#reader insert #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer magne #hazbin hotel lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel reader insert #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #hazbin lucifer x reader #gray dyed red #soulmate au #hazbin hotel soulmate au

[bunnyswritings]

have you done prompts for height difference yet? thank you for your hard work!

hello!! no worries, i hope you like these!! thank you for visiting my small blog :) have a great day! ☁

OTP prompts for when they have a height difference

One of them standing on the tippiest of toes to reach up for a kiss, and the other bending down to meet them in the middle

^ and feeling so shy after that they bury their head in the other's chest out of extreme shyness

^ and the taller one resting their chin on the crown of their head, closing their eyes as they take in the scent of their shampoo

The shorter one pretending not to hear what the taller one said, making them whisper playfully into the other's ear

Trying to reach for a book on the top shelf and the other helping them with it

^ but the shorter one adamantly not wanting any help, only for the taller one to carry them up anyway (bonus: they dissolve into a fit of giggles over the ridiculous situation)

Getting engulfed in a hug — literally — because they are so tiny

One of them picking the tinier one up to cross puddles on a rainy day because they don't want their clothes to get muddy

Dancing together at a party and resting their head on the other's chest, and realising that they fit together perfectly like two puzzle pieces

hope that you find these useful! prompt requests are open here :)

#height difference #otp prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #writing prompts #prompts #fluff #domestic #fanfiction writer #fanfic prompt #writeblr #creative writing #creative writing prompts #bunnyswritings #bunnyrequests

[hp-hcs]

Hello there.

Since you're taking a request, then maybe some poły relationship with Theo and Mattheo. Preferably male lub gn reader

Thanks and have a good day

aaaaaa a non-monogamous relationship with my two favorite boyos??? abso-fuckin-lutely!!!

polyamorous theodore nott & mattheo riddle x gn!reader headcanons

(lovely pictures from @demieyesore)

since it wasn’t specified if the boyos were dating each other as well or not, i made it ✨up to reader interpretation✨

❕gender-neutral reader❕

TWs: violence (it’s theo & mattheo, what do you expect?), brief sexual harassment/attempted sexual assault (?)

requests open (please for the love of god)

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general headcanons:

mattheo is little spoon and i will take no arguments

(he’s almost always in the middle <3)

if you call theo literally any pet name he will die on the spot

same if you call mattheo any variation of ‘pretty boy’ or ‘cutie’

(extra bonus points if you compliment something unrelated to his physical appearance, like how well he did on a test, or how perceptive he is. homeboy will have no idea how to respond. he’ll just be like 🧍‍♂️🥹👍🫶)

the poly thing actually only happened because there was a very aggressive love triangle thing going on and then they were like “wait this is dumb”

plus, it makes a bunch of the teachers uncomfy, + both of their fathers, so really it’s ideal

they r possessive as F U C K

they can share with each other, that’s it. no one else.

i dare anyone to try to bully or harass you

or actually, even just look at you

OR IF SOMEBODY TRIES TO ASK YOU OUT

someone call an ambulance for the poor fuck 💥🚑🚨🩹🪦💀

lil oneshot thing? idk man:

you go to one of enzo’s stupid parties without your boys

“i’ll be fine guys, promise”

y/n was, in fact, Not Fine™

someone tries to hit on you but just DOESNT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER

let's say it’s cormac mclaggen cause mf is creepy asf

(i know everyone makes him like ‘the bad guy’ but yk what if you don’t like it go write ur own headcanons. they’d probably be better anyways)

anywhore, cormac is like, getting a lil too close for comfort

just kind of haranguing you the whole night

offering drinks, complimenting how you’re dressed, telling you that your boyfriends are “so lucky to have someone as sexy as you”

🤮🤮

you are OBVIOUSLY uncomfortable

but shit hits the fan when he grabs your waist/hip area and tries to kiss you

✨surprise!✨

your mancandy was here the whole time 😌

(not cause they don’t trust you, they just don’t trust anybody else)

💥👊😡🩸🩹🔪🗡️💣

cormac: 🥊🦷😵‍💫🩸🩹🩼☠️⚰️🪦

(lowkey hot to watch em defend you but yk)

((y/n for literally no reason: 👁️🫦👁️)

(((if you tell mattheo you think it’s hot, he’ll just go 🥺🫶💋😚🫂)))

misc:

expounding further on my earlier mattheo x reader headcanons, a scientific study i’ve conducted has found that mattheo riddle is, in fact, a himbo

from the new partridge dictionary of slang and unconventional english, a himbo is “a man objectified by his good looks and presumed lack of intellectual qualities, a man who trades on this image, a gigolo”

objectified by his good looks? have you met tumblr? ✅

lack of intellectual qualities? well, he thinks violence solves everything and thinks with his dick instead of his brain so i’m gonna say yeah ✅

but let’s keep it going, shall we?

a himbo is also defined as the “human version of a golden retriever—beautiful, incredibly well-intentioned, and dumb.”

…yep

beautiful ✅ well-intentioned (in his own mind) ✅ & dumb (lovingly) ✅

additionally: buff 💪 ✅ & respects his romantic partner(s) ✅

“but hp-hcs,” you bemoan. “what does that make theo?”

well, my dear delusionists, theodore nott is a hunk—not quite a himbo, but close

hopefully this venn diagram i made of some of the himbos & himbo-adjacents in the hp world will help illustrate this for you

#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #hp x male reader #x male reader #gay #theodore nott #x reader #hp x gn reader #theodore nott x reader #male reader #mlm #mattheo riddle x reader #x gender neutral reader #theo nott x reader #gender neutral reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x male reader #mattheoxreader #theo nott

[virescent-v]

French Kiss

A/N: This is a combination of two requests I got: a fluffy fic of Emily telling you she has a crush on you and asking you out and a fluffy fic of Emily teaching you another language. Combining them seemed perfect!

Summary: Emily teaches you a little French ;P (Translations for the French is at the bottom!) Word count: 950 Warnings: nada, this is tooth-rotting fluff. :) Well, the only warning might be that I got the translations from Google, so if they're wrong don't yell at me lol Ps: If you haven't seen the tiktok of Paget speaking French....go do that first. 🫠😩🥵😵‍💫

You hated the fact that you never took a foreign language in middle or high school, when it was easier to learn. Now, it felt like grasping the semantics of another language was nearly impossible. 

You let out an exasperated whine, rubbing your temples. “Why does French have to have so many rules?” 

Emily chuckled, rolling her eyes at your antics. “It’s not that bad once you get the hang of them,” she said, rubbing your shoulders. “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.” 

You squinted your eyes, glaring at her. While teaching you, Emily would consistently throw out random French sentences, hoping the constant exposure would help you. It only further irritated you. “Says the one who’s been fluent in French for most of her life, and who has lived in Paris.” Another eye roll. 

Emily’s smile grew. “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.” 

Another second of glaring might make your face permanently stick like that, so you decided to ignore her. “Moving on,” you said, looking intensely at the notes before you. “Possessive adjectives. Mon, ma, mes for the masculine, feminine, and plural my.” Your face scrunched up, your eyebrows furrowed a little. “Easy. M’s for the my’s.” You felt your tongue peek out in concentration. “Ton, ta, and tes for you.” 

You tapped your finger along the paper, the rhythmic cadence a tactic you hoped would help you remember everything. A loud sigh. “Why do these languages have to have gendered descriptors for everything?” 

Another giggle came from beside you. “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” Emily exclaimed, forcing a more dramatic French accent. 

A loud pause. “Did you just call me an idiot?” 

You’ve never heard Emily laugh so candidly, loud and carefree. It made butterflies erupt in your belly, a deep blush heating up your face – not out of embarrassment, but because you made her laugh, made her nose crinkle and her eyes shine. It was one of your favorite sounds. 

You’ve had a crush on Emily for months, ever since you started working closely to her at Quantico. A shared case between your two units brought you together and you quickly became friends, bonding over similar interests and upbringings. 

You thought of the idea of having her teach you one of the many languages she knows as a way to spend more time together. It was an added bonus that you got to hear her speak another language; something about the way French rolled off her tongue was hypnotizing and…incredibly hot.  She had jumped at the idea and you became hopeful that she might have shared feelings for you. But after weeks of constant texting and a few study sessions, she’s never hinted at feeling anything other than friendship. 

“Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” Emily paused, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Hey eyes traveled across your face, taking in everything, like she was trying to profile you. “Comme rendez-vous?” 

You felt the air shift even though you couldn’t understand what she was saying to you. It was in the way that she looked at you, how her dark eyes had grown fond, intimate almost, as if she was trying to stare into your soul. You had an inkling of what she had said, rendezvous being an easy translated word.  

“Ask me in English,” you whispered. 

Emily turned more to you, grasped your hands in hers and looked you in the eye. “Would you like to go out with me? As a date?” 

Your smile was timid, growing as you watched her start to fiddle with your fingers in nerves. “Oui, Emily.” One of your hands came up and brushed hair behind her ear, watching her grin spread. “But I have a question for you first.” 

Emily’s smile turned a little more serious, a hint of nerves creeping back into her expression. You watched as she took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever you might ask of her. “Ask away.” 

You paused, schooling your features into something you hoped was more serious, letting her sit in her nerves for a second just to mess with her. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” 

You watched as Emily’s brain stuttered, her mouth opening for a second before she burst into another fit of laughter, her hand coming up to cover her eyes for a second out of shocked awe. “I’m glad Lady Marmalade taught you something in French, my god.”  

You two laughed together, the tension of finally admitting your shared feelings broken. As you calmed down, Emily gazed at you, all of her feelings for you finally shining through. You felt your entire being warm to the look she was giving you, finally overjoyed in being able to relish in the attention you craved from her. 

As your gazes locked and held, you decided to break out the one other sentence you had been practicing in French. The one sentence you were wishing you would get to use on her. Your hand cupped her jaw, another timid smile gracing your lips. “Puis-je t'embrasser?” 

Emily smirked, inching her face towards you, pulling you closer by your hips, before whispering, “Oui, s'il vous plait.” 

Your lips met in a soft, tender embrace, tongues lightly gliding over one another. It was the first kiss of what you both hoped was many.  

As you broke apart, a quiet giggle traveled up your throat, making you softly shake your head in exhilarated bliss. “I love French lessons.” 

Emily waggled her eyebrows, a mischievous smirk growing. “I can’t wait to teach you more French things.” 

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Translations: 

- “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.”  - Regardless, it’s a beautiful language. - “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.” - I like speaking a language you can’t. You’re very cute when you’re irritated. - “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” - Because, silly goose, it’s the romance languages! -”Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” - Absolutely not! However, I do think you’re amazing. I’d love to take you out sometime. -“Comme rendez-vous?” - As a date? -Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” - Do you want to sleep with me tonight? -”Puis-je t'embrasser?” - Can I kiss you? -”Oui, s'il vous plait.” - Yes, please. 

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfic #virescent v fanfic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily speaking languages does something to me #paget speaking languages does something to me #WOMEN speaking languages i do not know does many somethings to me #also the french and a specific part of this was for a certain someone hehehehe #writing fluff? who am i??? #this is also like the fifth fic in like a couple of days go me!

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omg hiiii hiiii can i request kisses with &team headcanons? have a good day :3

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪&team hyung line + kisses ⌒☆

pairing ⌒☆ &team hyung line x reader

word count ⌒☆ seven in the morning

note ⌒☆ hi anon! sorry for the super late reply... ive been insane lately. i am only doing hyung line for this because 1. im lazy & 2. i dont really write stuff like this for the middle n younger members. regardless this was fun to write!

k ⌒☆

always has stars in his eyes, but they shine 10x brighter when u two kiss. contrary to popular belief, i think that k is a very soft kisser. hes aware of how plump his lips are & he uses them very carefully, making sure not to over do it. although hes a soft kisser, his hand placement is a lot more intimate & intense : hands on hips, behind ur neck... it never gets too crazy though! thats only if u ask him ofc. every single time after u two pull away from each other after a little session, u both feel so light & airy... blush covering both of ur faces like u just took shots of alcohol. & as much as k tries to hide it, u know that on the inside hes giggling like a little girl because all he can do is smile & look at u after. he also uses small lil kisses as a way to get ur attention & itll work every time. neck kisses is also something he really enjoys, but he tries not to because i think itll make him go insane. bonus : cheek nuzzles after :>

fuma ⌒☆

every single one of his kisses is full of so much love & sincerity... when fuma kisses u its like... he casted the power of a thousand suns & hundreds of body guards on u. in other words... his kisses make u feel very safe & warm. this man loves giving forehead kisses & he will give one to u no matter the situation. when he wakes up earlier than u BOOM forehead kiss, while ur doing work BOOM forehead kiss, while ur playing games BOOM forehead kiss. the list goes on. loves holding u super close against him, especially when its back hugs. his arms wrapped around ur body while his chin is resting on either ur shoulder or ur head ( if ur short enough ). & from there he gives u sweet little neck or jaw kisses. dont forget to give him kisses though! he loves it when u place ur hands on his shoulders to lean into him. bonus: 100% tucks ur hair behind ur hair n just... looks at u

nicholas ⌒☆

'u look so pretty' is what he says almost all of the time in between kisses & ofc he always 100% means it. his comments sometimes become a little silly & teasing like 'ur lips are softer today' 'new chapstick?' & u two will share a sweet laugh with both of ur lips glistening from the earlier session. hes definitely placing his hands around the back of ur neck, small of ur back, waist, hips... he just needs his hands on u honestly. but his favorite placement will always be ur jaw... the way he holds ur face so lightly & how deeply he kisses... ur addicted! ur guys sessions are either very heated or very lighthearted, no in between. nico gets pretty clingy after a makeout session, holding u super tight against him because he doesnt want u to leave. & when u have to go off to do ur duties, he goes back into the crook of ur neck & leaves soft kisses everywhere... so now u really cant leave. whenever he wants a kiss from u he taps his cheek n raises his eyebrow with his signature :} smile n lets out a 'thank uuuu~' after u leave a kiss. bonus: loves placing his hands on the sides of ur face to squish ur cheeks together so u look like .3.

euijoo ⌒☆

so soft & gentle like a warm, fuzzy blanket. its common knowledge that he definitely smiles into kisses. extremely soft pecks on ur lips & after each one he has a little :] printed on his face. i also think he keeps his eyes Slightly open.. not in a weird, off putting way, but in a 'i really want to see u while i kiss u but ik its weird so im going to squint' way. eventually, he will close them fully when u two intertwine ur fingers together. hes still very shy when it comes to this, hence why the small little pecks, but to him quantity > because he will leave about a hundred all over ur face & neck. euijoo loves giving u kisses, especially when u two hug each other. u go in for a big hug... he pulls back a bit to look at u... smiles... then goes in for kisses. he really cant get used to ur kisses because after each time u two share even the smallest kiss, he smiles So hard ur scared that he will get stuck like that forever. sometimes he becomes overly conscious of how much he kisses u & worries that it might be too much, but it never is when it comes to him. bonus: lets out a big sigh of content after like 'aaaah'

#&team fluff #&team scenarios #&team #&team euijoo #&team imagines #&team x reader #&team fuma #&team nicholas #&team k

[justcallmesakira]

Bsd men with a childish s/o part 2!

Sypnosis: Bsd men with a very silly and goofy s/o with ranpo, akutagawa and nikolai! Genre: Lowkey fluff, crack

Warnings: poisoning with peanuts, sliding down a metal Rollercoaster railing, implied doxxing a Mexican kid, blasting, teeth 😇

A/N: Okay so my last post got loads of likes so I decided to do a part 2 because why not? I don't think I will do part 3 but you can request if you want..?

Ranpo-

Wow... look two autistic lovers challenging each other who can eat the most sweets without getting cavity!

You one time tried stealing his candies,, so he kept you in those childrens tents filled with colorful balls😧😧😧 yk those silly cages made for children so they think they are meant to have fun?

Nahh fukuzawa gunna call the CPS

If you think he will be all sweet with you.... No shit bro your in for a ride, AND I MEAN A LITTERAL RIDE-

"uhh ranpo I don't think we should use a Rollercoaster as a slide" "shut up you kid! Sliding not a crime xD"

Two grown up adults found sliding down a roller coasters rail

BRO let the news reporter have a break 😭

He's kinda like dazai but a bit more childish with you (awh how cute...)

One time he tried to play with a kid on the sandbox but he refused so you came and gaslighted the kid to eat a peanut butter lollipop 🍭🥜

Turns out the kid had allergy to nuts

Kid: AUGHHH AGUH AGHGh AEEEEUGHH you: :3 Ranpo: god must be happy

FAMILY GUY Reference??? YES

And so two totally romantic lovers go on a journey to poison little kids!

Hohoho if aomeone bullies you he's gonna go "Hello (first name) (middle name) (last name) who lives in (full address) and was born in (birth hospital)" on that Mexican kid who tried to bully you

That's hot😋😳🤭

One time you lost your left glove in the winter so he took your left hand and slid it in his gloved hand

YES THAT'S POSSIBLE I DID THAT TO MY hopeless romantic ass Self!!!!

Akutagawa-

....

How did you get him to date you bro 😀

He does not even understand what wrong with you so he always has be the one saving your ass during a mission just in cas3

OH it's not for your protection.... It's him protecting the building so you don't blow it up

😁😁😁

You know how he goes ◉ - ◉ sometimes? That's exactly how he questions your silly antics

"I can't wait for the tooth fairy to come for the teeth under my bed!" "◉-◉" higuchi: you are too old for fallen tooth what are you sa-- Y/N WHO'S TOOTH IS THA--"

He only glared at higuchi telling her to not question it with you behind him ":3"

Sometimes you play with his rashoumon by putting make up on it

Idkdontaskmehowyoudidthat-

"sir we bombed up the plac-" "good" 💁‍♀️💄👹---🧑

GUYS THE DEMON IS THE RASOUMON AND DON'T QUESTION IT

If anything akutagawa is questioning why he has to keep you in a children's daycare

BRO give him a break-

When dazai met you and you two had matching energy he was just staring at you two with respect... He felt a bit felt out though

HUG HIM RIGHT NOW👿

Other then that he tries to understand you and protect you from danger because of your goof :)

Nikolai-

This is gonna get messy.... 😨

Honestly you have matching energy butttttt- BONUS POINTS IF YOU ARE A TERRORIST WHO Goes >:3 WHILE BLOWING UP A BUILDING-

Fyodor is questioning his life choices because you two acCidENtaLly burned his kitchen

"Damn.... It's 7 am..." Fyodor said calmly as he saw his only house burn down

Your gonna become his pretty assistant in his circus or sth🤡

Anyways you know those bumper cars? You two ride those and bump each other with it causing a friction and blasting the whole place

He will let you lay on his thi- I mean lap if you are too tired but don't be surprised to wake up with pigtails and heavy makeup :>

NIKO I love you but if you do that... Things are gonna get way messier😊😊😊

If

If you want anything he Wil just open up his portal and bring

"oioioioi koala (the name you gave him because of kolya) I want to drink shrimp and lollipop soda" *opens up portal and takes out a golden can* "here you go! :3" "Oh tank yew :3"

Totally sane and normal!!

Yes you call him koala instead of kolya but he always goes 😳🤭

I would too bbg wann-

Overall I think it's sort of good to be cheerful I mean at least you get too get away with his pranks (slightly)

Just make sure he doesnt sigma 3 breakdown hair you

A/N: I know this wasn't good but I am not in the mood to write yk--so sorry it's not funny or anything anyways I am not sure whether I WI will write part 3 or not

Tag: @silverbladexyz

Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated!

#Bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #Bungou stray dogs x you #Bsd x you #Bsd x reader #Nikolai gogol x reader #Nikolai x reader #Decay of angels x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #Port mafia x reader #ranpo x reader #Ranpo bsd #Ranpo edogawa x reader

[moongreenlight]

Insane reader my beloved. Literally my babygirl.

@katz-chow been ruminating on this one just for you <3

CW: Gore and violence

Reader who shows up late to their first meeting with the task force. Rolls up in their dark sedan with blacked-out windows and one too many dents on the front bumper wearing civvies instead of the uniform they were given and instructed to wear.

Reader who is a privately hired detective with a talent for interrogations. Not officially a member of the task force or the military because the tactics they use are far less than legal. More a secret weapon on retainer for when doing things by the book doesn’t do the trick.

Reader who gets on the good sides of the task force boys by being sugary sweet and barely hiding their true colors. Skins and bleaches the skulls of interrogations gone South and gives them to Ghost insisting they’re better than the costume store shit he’s got on now.

Gifts Price expensive cigars tucked between the fingers of a severed hand. Drops them off in large pink boxes with delicate ribbons and giggles when he asks a thousand questions about why and how and what the fuck he was supposed to do with this.

Tosses Gaz new knives on the field when they’ve landed a kill or just wrenched them out of someone’s stomach. They make a game out of chucking the gore-slicked blades at one another’s heads to see if they can dodge in time.

Starts playing dodgeball with Soap where they toss his less-stable bombs and unpinned grenades back and forth. Only stops after they’ve accidentally blown up the camp two missions in a row. (Also heavily rumored they have tramp stamps of each other’s names because they’re both too stubborn to back down from a dare but that’s just for vibes)

Reader who gets flown out on specialty missions where a hostage really refuses to talk and takes matters into their own hands. Sometimes hopping on radio when they’re in transit and requesting the force pulls extra men so they can play a live game of operation. They’ve been watching videos on the dark web and the first two seasons of Grey’s Anatomy from their military issued laptop so it’s like an 80% chance all the hostages live.

Reader who stops being allowed to train rookies because the first and only faux-deployment they led they told the group they ran out of rations three days in to a two week long training and they had to play rock-paper-scissors to create a bracket of people to eat first. The mission gets called early when Price gets word that there was actually a field amputation done. Reader doesn’t even apologize, just laughs their way through a barely reasonable explanation. I didn’t think they’d actually do it.

Reader who begs the boys to let them play kill, kiss, marry, kill in the middle of a boring interrogation and when they get told no or to focus on the task at hand, they throw such a fit that they end up sending a screwdriver through the eye of the person they’re supposed to be interrogating.

Reader who brings their own kit to interrogations. Lugs around pincers, rusted blades, rotary bone saws, and dull axes in a flamingo pink toolbox. Sets it up on a small table in front of the hostage and unboxes it like an influencer showing off PR.

Reader who also stops being able to run conditioning and drills with rookies because they pitted the privates against one another during a sparring session. Saying something about whoever could sheath a blade in the other first got a bonus check before tossing a few knives on the mat and walking away. Gaz had to run over and tell them you weren’t serious when he saw blood.

Reader who insists on being able to puppeteer the decapitated head of an enemy grunt they took down and reciting a few lines of Shakespeare to the boys. Dragging the mission out because they know as well as the boys do that everyone is on their timeline.

Reader who dances around hostages that have been zip tied to chairs and beat within an inch of their life. Singsonging threats and having the boys drag the limp bodies of their chain of command across the floor.

Reader who pouts when their victims pass out during questioning after a few of their fingers have been chopped off with a butcher’s knife. Huffs like they’re being put through a massive inconvenience and fishes smelling salts out of their toolkit to wake the poor sap back up.

#gn!reader but soooooooooo babygirl ykwim? #cod mw2 #moongreenlight #moongreenlightwrites #call of duty #cod x reader #141 headcanons #drabble

[stilesb0]

I heard u need some baku requests so I’m here to place one 🥸

Bakugou x fem reader where she confessed to him in middle school but he rejects her, few years later in U.A she has a major glow up and he starts to catch feelings. (Bonus if he gets a tad jealous from hearing their guy classmates talking abt her)

I thank you for this request! It’s is quite short, but I am planning a part two for this!

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: bullying, humiliation, Kyoka Jiro is BISEXUAL! Mean Bakugou, as always.

Fear, embarrassment, sadness, it was hard to place the emotions, she stood there, squeezing her hands while she looked down, he was laughing at her, showing his friends the very personal letter she had written for him. She could feel the tears threaten to spill out, she couldn’t even form words.

“I find that you brighten up the room every time you enter it, I honestly don’t know what this feeling is, but if you’d give me a chance, I’d like for us yo get to know eachother.” Bakugou’s friend mocked in a stereotypical high voice, sounding nowhere near like y\n.

She bit her lip, holding back her sobs as Izuku Midoriya escorted her out of the class room. Middle school was hell since then, absolute, living, burning, hell.

•

UA high, the best hero school in Japan, she honestly couldn’t believe she was excepted, not that she didn’t have an amazing quirk, but because of her lack of points. Y\N made her way through the school gates, her large Canvas satchel bag at her side. She was running a bit late so she was quite literally Skidding around every corner to make her way into 1-A, only to stop upon a large door.

“What in all things holy?” Y\N blinked up at the door, it was weird, because the door handle was quite low, no one of that height would have been able to reach it.

The girl just shrugged it off and opened the door, to be faced with an older man, and if she was into older man, she’d probably find him attractive…if he didn’t look like a bright yellow caterpillar.

“Wait.” She blinked rapidly for a second. “Aren’t you the erasure hero, eraser head?” She smiled brightly, “I’m quite a fan, I admire how you try to stay out of the press.”

Aizawa stared.

“Sorry, i’m L\N Y\N, but please, call me Y\N.” She smiled. “I’ll go find a seat now, I’m sorry I’m a bit late, I missed my train (?)”

“It’s fine, sit down.” He replied exhaustedly.

Y\N faced the class, finally realising who else was in the class. Her face harden, seeing as the only seat left was next to him. ‘So cliche.’ She thought, before making her way over the the seat next to Bakugou, placing her bag under the desk. She didn’t look at him, not even a glance, she couldn’t even form the words on how much she despised him.

He, on the other hand…stared at her as if she was unrecognisable, also noticing how Denki kaminari and Kyoka Jiro were staring at her.

“That is the hottest girl I have ever seen.” Denki whispered under his breath.

“You’ve said that about every girl that entered this room.” Jiro rolled her eyes.

“Except you.” Denki snapped back, though, he definitely thought she was good looking.

“Shut up.” Jiro rolled her eyes.

Bakugou watched the conversation, only really picking up Denki’s first sentence, and for some odd reason, he could feel the all to familiar anger bubble in is gut.

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Bro, it actually so short, I am so sorry 😭😭🙏🙏 I fr didn’t mean for it to be so short, I’ve literally written over 1000 words for a single chapter, but it’s nearly 11 and I have to be up early tomorrow <\3

#bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n

[queer-n-here]

Heyy!! I don’t know if you got this request yet because I think I sent it once but I don’t think it went through. The request was fucking Akutagawa when he has a dress on. (Bonus points if he’s wearing thigh high socks 🤤)

Take your time!

Oh, no, yeah, you're right, I didn't receive that one.

But OHMYFUCKINGGOD AKUTAGAWA IN A DRESS?!?! YOU WANT ME TO DIE?!?!

So I imagined something like this

Hope you like the fic! I've officially gone crazy because I'm double posting for the second time in the middle of exams :)

Contents: Fucking Akutagawa in a dress he borrowed from Higuchi because why not?

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, semi-clothed sex, marking, biting, begging for orgasm, feminization (slightly), praise kink (almost non-existent)

As Akutagawa poked his head out of the bathroom, you could tell from his flushed face that this was gonna be fun.

"I don't think this is a good idea." He said, face all red and flushed.

"Let me decide that, hmm, pretty baby?" You said softly, sitting on the side of the bed that faced the bathroom door.

And so Akutagawa stepped out, revealing what he'd kept hidden behind the door earlier.

The dress was shiny and black, the hem ending what looked like kilometers above his knees, exposing just the perfect amount of his beautiful thighs. It was sleeveless, too, and God, the way the dark fabric contrasted against his flushed skin was so fucking beautiful. It was majestic even in a non-sexual way. The dress hugged his waist perfectly, accentuating his curves, and the thighs highs that you'd picked to go with them were only making the tent in your pants worse.

Akutagwa was fucking gorgeous.

He wasn't looking at you but the floor, his hands clasped together behind his back as he fidgeted.

"Come here," Your voice sounded foreign to your own ears as you called him, your brain dazed and lagging as you admired and wondered at this godly beauty before you with every pore of your existence.

He stepped closer, black heels clinking on the floor as he did his best to walk in them, reaching out to you for balance once he was close enough.

"Fuck," You muttered softly, your hand sliding up his back as your brain recovered from the initial shock. "So beautiful, Akutagwa."

His breath hitched as he looked up at you, not knowing that you were already thinking about the ways with which you could ruin this perfect sight, make him yours and yours only.

You made him sit on your lap before kissing him, lips slamming against his so hard he almost fell off your lap, saved only by the arm you wrapped around his waist in a vice like grip.

Akutagwa was surprised by this sudden change in you, but he didn't dislike it. He opened up his mouth as you pushed your tongue in, wrapping his arms around your neck as a small gasp left his lips at your roughness.

Your grip on his waist was exhilarating, and as your other hand slowly climbed up his thigh, slipping under the dress when it reached it, he pulled away just to try and take the dress off for you.

"No need," You had already pushed him onto the bed, pinning his hands up above his head as you looked over him. "Keep it on."

And Akutagwa could only nod, rendered speechless by the look of insane desire in your eyes. If he'd known that you'll like it this much, he would have gotten Higuchi to lend him this dress sooner.

(Once she finds out what it's being used for, however, she might not be so willing to oblige him.)

You lowered your head to kiss him again, your fingers slowly lowering the shoulder strap of the dress so you could move your lips over the skin there instead, kissing and biting as Akutagawa bit his lip, moaning every time he felt your teeth on his skin.

The feeling of him beneath you was just as exciting as it had been the first time you two had had sex, and the memory made you even more restless as you pulled up the hem of Akutagawa's dress to reveal... Nothing.

You looked up at Akutagwa, surprised out of your frenzy, and he blushed.

"I just d-didn't know what to wear b-beneath it, okay?" He stuttered, trying to hide away from your gaze. "The underwear I have just didn't... m-match the vibe!"

And you couldn't help but laugh softly, placing a soft kiss on Akutagawa's forehead. "Next time we go out, we'll buy a pair of panties to go with it, that good?"

Akutagwa blushed, nodding, and let you go back to his collarbone to create more pretty marks on his pale skin.

You kissed and licked, your fingers pinching the flesh of his thighs, making him whimper at the feeling. Soon, Akutagwa's eyes had tears slipping out of them from the abuse.

"[Name]..." He pleaded, and you obliged him.

You let go of Akutagwa's wrists, stripping yourself of your shirt and unzipping your pants, pulling out your throbbing dick from your boxers. Pushing apart Akutagwa's legs, you pushed the hem off the dress out of the way, exposing his gasping hole.

"How desperate," You commented, aligning your flushed tip with his entrance, slipping your length in slowly.

Akutagawa gasped at the feeling of your entering, scrambling to grab some part of the sheets beneath him for the purchase he needed as your cock infiltrated him. (Lmao)

You slowly began thrusting, your almost purple dick moving in and out of your lover's ass as you sped up, your hips rolling. Akutagwa moaned, grasping the pillow beneath his head and turning to hide his face in it.

"Come, now," You said, your hips bludgeoning into his now. "Don't be such a killjoy, hmm? Let me see how pretty you look."

And Akutagawa reluctantly obeyed, turning to face you again as you pounded into him, each thrust of your hips moving him up along the bed.

"So much better," You said, teeth gritted against the feeling of him around you. You continued ramming into him, spreading his legs wider apart with your hands to gain more access.

Akutagawa was soon lost to the feeling of your tip against his walls, his moans growing louder and louder as lewd sounds of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. He reached up to grip your arms, anchoring himself.

Suddenly, as your cock landed against a certain spot in him, he arched his back, wet hair sticking to his forehead as he cried out. You understood, shifting to hit that spot again.

As you continuously bullied his already sore sweet spot with your cock, Akutagawa couldn't even remember his own name anymore. His brain was foggy and clouded, no thought behind his eyes outside of how good you were making him feel.

His flushed erection was twitching with each thrust, and you knew he would soon be close.

You hooked your hands under his knees, pushing his thighs against his chest as the dress rustled. As you continued your onslaught of his prostrate, Akutagawa's face grew wetter and wetter with tears, your name and a few curses the only things his useless mouth could utter.

You leaned down to plant your lips onto it, hips snapping up against his, pressing his throbbing member against his stomach, the feeling of which made him moan louder against your mouth. As you kissed him, he reached up to wrap his arms around your neck.

"[Name], nhh! Hah, Mmph!"

You sped up, making him cry out, the puddle of tears on his face sliding down on either side as he shuddered and trembled.

"Ah! I'm c-close! Wai-Hah!" Akutagwa panted.

You clicked your tongue. "Now that's not very good, is it, Ryu? Are you gonna cum all over Higuchi's pretty little dress and ruin it?"

He whined, knowing full well what you meant. "Plea- Nnghh! Please, [Name], please, mmph! L-let me, hah, let me c-cum, I need to- Ahh!"

"You need to?" You smirked, feeling heat pooling into your own stomach as you sped up. "Go on then, beg for it. Such a pretty boy, I might as well give you permission."

Akutagwa obeyed immediately, begging as coherently as he could while you fucked him senseless, his sentences only half complete, but his eyes earnest, his grip on your arms turning slightly painful.

"Please, please, I'll be- Nggh, hah, hmm! I'll be g-good! I'll... I'll do any- Gahh! Anything! Please, please, please..."

As his rant continued, you found yourself taking pity on him. What with him looking so fucking sexy in that dress, even when it was all scrunched up against his stomach, and your own orgasm nearing, you nodded. "Such a good boy, cum for me, hmm?"

And he immediately did, ropes of cum shooting out of his untouched dick as his walls clenched painfully tight around your cock, tipping you over the edge, making you release in him.

As you slowed to a stop, panting and huffing, you couldn't help but admire the masterpiece you had created. Akutagawa, all flushed and breathless, with his eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed, had hickeys all the way from the basement of his jaw to his shoulders. The dress was still as sexy on him as it had been the first time you'd seen him like that, only now there was the added view of your cock buried into his ass.

"So pretty," You leaned down to kiss him, in a way that told Akutagawa you were not done with him for the night. "So beautiful."

#dom male reader #dom reader #top male reader #sub bsd x you #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #sub bungou stray dog x you #sub bsd #sub bungou stray dogs #sub akutagawa x you #sub akutagawa #biting #marking #marking kink #put this man in a dress and watch me drool

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

hi ml <3333333 can I request a ler!chan and lee!minho fic (who’s surprised by the pair I chose?)? scenario could be that chan was feeling in one of the worst ler moods ever, while Lino was also in one of his lee moods. But prideful as he is, he never admits it and instead retorts to being bratty. But it’s so BLATANTLY obvious by now because he’s used that tactic so many times that chan pins him down and only starts when minho finally begs for it. and then, when he’s in hysterics and thrashing and pleading in between crazed giggles for chan to stop, chan says « Why should I stop? You were the one begging for it anyways, so now take it and be good hmm? You still have a long way to go before being a lil giggly puddle for me~ »

bonus if the other members overhear what’s happening and all get embarrassingly flustered and all look at each other in silent agreement. never cross a chan when it is in a ler mood.

i twisted it a bit...hope that's okay 😈

Hoodie - Part 3:

again with the spicy gifs for a fluffy fic...its a sana trademark atp

words: 1.5k tw: cuddly tickles, chan makes minmin beg for it- lee: Minho ler: Chan taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v–143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry this fic is about tickling, if it’s not your cup of tea pls scroll!~

Prompts:

6. "Do you want to die?"

15. "Apologies mean nothing to me."

34. "Woah. I didn't expect that much of a reaction."

Fans screamed and shouted in excitement and happiness as the two eldest members of their favorite boy group walked along the red carpet. 

Chan smiled a great, dimply smile and weaved a single arm around Minho’s shoulders. 

The two men waved and smiled, grateful for their fans and enjoying every moment of their walk. 

Chan’s fingers covered the top neckline of Minho’s shirt, clearly worried at how cold the air outside was. 

Why couldn’t the stylists choose something warm for the poor boy? 

Minho himself was shivering and leaning into the eldest for warmth, staring up at the sunset.

Chan was relieved that the group was heading back to the hotel for a while, clearly everyone needed to warm up before they all catch a cold. 

The boys all headed to their shared rooms, Chan and Lino bundling up in blankets once they reached the cozy and warm room.  

As exhausting as the concerts were, Chan found himself somewhat unable to sleep, so he resorted to playing with Minho’s hair as the boy slept. 

So peaceful and tranquil, Minho’s breathing hitched once before covering his mouth and sneezing cutely. 

Chan stifled a groan; the cat had clearly caught a cold. 

Determined to keep him warm, Chan pulled Minho closer to his chest, sharing his warmth and kissing the top of his head. 

A tiny smile made its way into Lino’s lips, and Chan gasped once before bursting into loud giggles. “You’re awake, aren’t you?!”

He slapped Minho’s head playfully as the younger burst into loud peals of giggles, the sound bouncing off the walls. 

The kitten sneezed again in the middle of his joyful laughter. Chan patted at the top of his head, covering the top of the boy’s head with the fluffy blanket. 

He playfully bit his lip and pressed his fingers into Min’s side, watching the younger squirm and smile shyly. 

Chan pressed deeper and wiggled his fingers a little bit, causing a strained squeak and jolt to escape from the other pressed against his chest. 

After a while, he let up on the poor cat, cradling his head instead and coaxing him to sleep instead. 

“Well, I can’t sleep now. Oh wait, I sound like someone…don’t I?” Minho grinned against the leader’s chest. 

“Hmmm. I know what you’re doing, Min. Do you want to die?” Channie hummed, smiling mischievously as he felt the dancer’s face warm up against his shirt. 

“I’m not d-doing anything.” Minho cursed himself for stuttering. It was giving him away. 

“Sureee…” 

The two laid in silence for a while, relishing in the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence.

“Hyung…I’m a little cold, can you get my hoodie from the suitcase, please?” Minho whispered, wanting to be engulfed in the warm fabric of his favorite home attire. 

Channie whined once before getting up, shivering as the freezing air hit his skin. 

He retrieved the warm clothing from the mentioned suitcase, walking back to the half-asleep boy before handing it to him. 

Minho threw it on and sighed confortably, hoping Chan would get the hint and just wreck him already. 

Luckily for the dancer, Chan’s fingers and ears were itching to hear more of his sweet giggles again, and the older wouldn’t sleep without hearing them that night. 

Lino waited for the leader to say something, anything for him to provoke the kangaroo with. 

Finally, Chan did speak, but what he said was not what Minho expected. “I know what you want, but I want to hear you say it.”

Minho groaned loudly. There was no way Chan was doing this to him right now.

“Hyuuung...” Minho whined, squirming lightly as Chan’s fingers sent teasing pokes at his sides. 

The tiny tingly feelings were unbearable; he needed more. 

“C’mon, Min. I know you can do it~” Oh, Lino could just hear the teasing smirk on the leader’s face. 

When Channie’s fingers resorted to scratching lightly at his v-line, Minho lost it. 

“FINE! Fahahine, i’ll beg! Please, hyung, plehease tickle me…please please plehehease…” Min whimpered, throwing his head back at the incredibly sensitive tickles to his v-line. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely, and clearly hinted to me what you wanted-” Chan gestured to the younger’s hoodie. “-I’ll give you what you want.”

“please…” Minho whined again, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for the invading fingers to reduce him into a hysterical mess. 

Fingers scribbled up his torso, and Minho burst into loud giggles, not daring to open his eyes or move his arms away from his face. 

“Awww…you’re not even trying to stop me…are you?” Chan cooed, slipping his freezing hands up the dancer’s hoodie and pressing his pointer finger into Minho’s belly button, causing the boy to let out an embarrassingly loud squeal at the sensation. 

Eyes opening in surprise, Minho shot his hands down and gripped at the leader’s wrist, causing the older to stop completely. 

“Hyung…I’m sorr-HYUNGAHAHA!” The dancer burst into hysterics when the leader’s fingers wiggled and squeezed his rib cage torturously. 

“Apologies mean nothing to me.”

Chan grabbed his wrists and pinned them his above the boy’s head, and went to town on his left armpit, which for some reason, was more ticklish than the right. 

“HYUNG! HYUHUHUNG! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Minho cackled wildly, finding one of his worst spots on show to his ruthless ler, who clearly wasn’t letting up anytime soon. 

The dancer found himself considerably weakened due to the tickling, and was unable to yank his arms down, allowing Chan to do whatever he pleased to him. 

Chan’s tickling fingers danced lightly along his v-line, and the howl of laughter that Lino let out even had Chan reeling from the sheer volume of it. 

“Woah! I didn’t expect that much of a reaction! You’re not used to light tickles here, huh?” The leader’s fingers wiggling lightly over the bare area, and Minho shrieked and whined as loud as he could through his uncontrollable laughter. 

The light tickes had his stomach bouncing up and down, and his thighs trembled.

“HYUNG! PLEASE NO LIHIGHT TIHIHICKLES! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIT ANYMOHORE!” Minho squealed breathlessly, letting out wild cackles and arching his entire back up. 

“Too bad, kitten. You have a long way to go.” Chan smirked, diving under Lino’s hoodie and performing his signature; raspberries and nibbles. 

The raspberries and nibbles were absolute heaven torture to the poor boy, who screamed loudly before descending into yet another round of hysterics. 

He felt so carefree, so loose and happy. Like nothing else mattered in the world except how rough Chan was wrecking him to pieces. 

“CHAHAHAHANNIE! GEHEHET OHOHOUT OHOF THEHEHERE! ITS SO BAD-” Minho squealed loudly and cut off his own sentence at the end as a long raspberry made its way to his v-line. 

Tears slipped down his cheeks. He couldn't stop laughing no matter how hard he tried to muffle it.

Minho gasped and sobbed desperately through his laughter, the sound of his hysterics cutting out every few seconds and coming back even wilder. 

“HYUHUNG! IHIHITS ENOHOHOUG-NOOOO!” The boy screamed when Channie’s fingers attached to his hips. 

“Don’t you mean…yes? You did ask for this~”

“IHIHIM GOHOHONNA FAHAHAHAINT, HYUNG!” Minho screamed breathlessly.

Finally, feeling the younger had had enough, Chan stuck his head out of the hoodie to be met with a blushy, giggly Minho. 

“Aghhh…you’re so cute.” Chan is squished at the younger’s cheeks and played with his hair, all while Lino himself relished in the attention, something Channie doesn’t see as often. 

Chan’s favorite genre of Minho. He smiled fondly at the boy and pressed his forehead against Lino’s shoulder. 

“Love you, bub…” Channie mumbled, smiling when a hand came to stroke his hair. 

“Love you too, hyungie.” A soft response came from above his head. 

Comfortable silence passed between the two, warm and cozy with an aura of happiness. 

“You’re not gonna tell anyone I said that.”

“Did you and hyung have fun, sharing a room?” Jeongin snickered at Minho. 

Minho scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Yup. Back to his sassy self. Though, Chan wished he could just wreck the younger again and bring back soft Lino too. 

“Please. We could hear you screaming from the other room. Luckily this is a private floor.” Changbin rolled his eyes. 

Blush leaked up Minho’s neck and onto his ears as he slapped Changbin’s bicep playfully. 

“Ohhh yah. I was wondering what that was.” Felix grinned, and Lee Know groaned in embarrassment, hiding his face in his arms. 

“Who knew hyungie liked getting wrecked so mu-“

”OKAY, let’s go!” Minho interrupted, grabbing their suitcases and descending in the elevator. 

WHISTLING AND RUNNING AWAY-

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #lee! minho #ler chan

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: How dare you break my heart like that with the latest Alcina fic. I demand (but in a polite way. Like a really polite way) that you make a fluffy one with maid!reader who's quite strong and Alcina has a big ass crush on them so the girls would constantly ask for help lifting the most random stuff whenever Alcina is around so she would gay panic (uno reverse card tall vampire lady!) and it doesn't help that reader is also a big flirt but only with her. Bonus points if the reader is also quite tall and is actually strong enough to lift Alcina. I saw a post with Alcina being a blushing mess and now I want more so there's that. Thank you!

I must confess that I have no idea what fic is being referenced at the beginning of this ask lol. But, this is a really great prompt! Reader, as usual, is gender neutral. Let’s get into it!

You had been working at the castle for a few days. It’s kind of an intense environment. There is always work to be done, but you have definitely been given a lot of the tasks that involve heavy lifting… Okay, damn near every task that requires a lot of physical labor. You don’t mind. It feels nice to have something you’re good at.

You have always been a bit of a misfit in the village. You’re incredibly tall compared to pretty much everyone. You also have a very muscular form from working various jobs such as carpentry and farming. You can come off as very… Intimidating, shall we say? However, you’re really just secretly longing for company.

One morning, you have your first encounter with Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters: Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. They are… Interesting.

“Holy crap, Hercules! Anyone ever teach you to fight with these massive paws?!” Cassandra says as she compares how large your hand is in relation to her own.

You instantly blanch at the comment which makes Daniela coo at how shy you are. “Oh, It’s okay, tough stuff.” She says, patting your shoulder. “Cassie is just being mean!” She says and sticks her tongue out at her sister. “I bet you’re a gentle giant!” She gushes.

Your cheeks are now flaming red. “I… I, um-” You stammer.

“Cool it, you two!” Bela admonishes her sisters before turning to you apologetically. “I am so sorry about my crazy sisters.” She says and gestures at the brunette and redhead. “I’m Bela. What’s your name?” She asks warmly.

You smile at her, thankful to not be gawked at. “I’m Y/N.” You say.

“Oh, now I get it. I heard Mother talking about you! She never remembers any of the castle staff.” Dani says. “I heard her ask one of the maids to tell her more about a certain ‘Huge and strong servant’. You’re definitely her type.” Dani giggles wildly.

Your stance becomes rigid and you clench your teeth in discomfort. Lady Dimitrescu… You’d seen her around the castle and… She’s definitely your type. But, you’d never let yourself become emotionally invested. She’s your boss and off-limits. It doesn’t matter if you think she’s gorgeous because she’d never give you the time of day. Alright? Feelings appropriately squashed? Great. Let’s continue.

Suddenly, a very devilish look overcomes Bela… The sister who you thought was the most well-adjusted. She eagerly pulls Dani and Cass away from you and the three huddle in a nearby corner to talk.

You assume that you have been dismissed so you return to your daily tasks. What a crazy trio.

Over the next couple of days, you start getting bizarre requests from the sisters.

“Y/N, can you pick up this couch and move it to the other side of the room?” Cassandra orders one day.

You raise an eyebrow, but quickly nod your head. “Of course.” You say. You easily grab the couch around its middle and carry it all the way across the room. When you’re finished, you look up to see… Lady Dimitrescu… Right in front of you… Face-to-face. When did she get here?

Alcina did not expect to get so turned on by someone she barely knows. This is torture. Her usually calm but commanding presence is failing her.

Your thoughts are all over the place, but you take in the sight of Alcina’s red cheeks. She looks completely flushed. She must be hot! Do something, Y/N!

“My Lady, may I go grab you a glass of cold water? You look a bit peaked.” You say, hoping you haven’t offended her.

Alcina’s face only becomes hotter as she hears your voice. To be honest, she’s been fervently imagining what it sounds like. But your real voice is even better than in her dreams. Alcina finally snaps out of her gay panic as you look at her before clearing her throat. “I… Um, I just need… Some air, that’s all.” She squeaks out and leaves as fast as possible.

Before you can ask Cassandra what that was all about, she swarms away. Of course. You hope you didn’t just fuck things up.

Later on, Alcina and Bela are playing chess and you are assigned to bring them tea. Everything seems to be going fine right now. Alcina looks better than she did earlier. However, at one point in the game, Bela “Accidentally” drops one of her pawns on the floor and it rolls underneath a giant grandfather clock not too far away.

Bela clucks her tongue before asking if you wouldn’t mind moving the clock to get the piece.

Alcina’s eyebrows shoot up at this. “Bela, that clock is easily hundreds of pounds-” She begins.

But, you easily lift the clock up and move it over. “Here it is, Lady Bela!” You say, happy to have found the little pawn. You hand it back to Bela, who can’t help the self-satisfied grin she’s wearing. She’s a genius.

Alcina is red hot. Again. Just how strong are you?! She tries to continue playing and focus on the game, but on the inside she is freaking out. Her mind eventually wanders to the idea of you easily scooping her up into your arms in a show of romantic passion. She’s certain you could hold her without breaking a sweat and that feels… Nice. Normal. She hasn’t been held in so long. It’s torment to have you to rile up these deep fantasies, but… She just knows you would take excellent care of her.

Alcina looks to you out of the corner of her eye, before politely excusing herself from the game with the lame reasoning of needing to get work done.

Bela smiles and nods at her mother. Mission accomplished. Just wait till her sisters find out about this!

You and Alcina are both completely smitten with each other… What could the future hold?

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[koivoid]

so am I insane or am I insane

I have a new theory to share with you guys:

I am like 90% sure that Teacher is Teruko’s brother.

(sunlit-haru also made a cool analysis post about this theory here! Go read it, it’s great!)

firstly, their skins tones are extremely similar. As you can see from the image they’re very close, with Teruko’s skin tone being slightly warmer. Teacher is also closing his eyes in all of the appearances he’s made so far, which could be intentionally hiding more similarities they might have. (Same eye color, perhaps!) Another thing to note is that none of the drdtalt character’s names have been revealed, which could potentially confirm the connection between the two. Although, Teacher may have a different last name, but he could still be related to Teruko, as Teruko mentioned that her brother was adopted by another family; he could have taken his adoptive parents’ last names instead.

In the most recent QNA with the DRDTDev, they confirmed that Teruko’s favorite color is red, because of association.

Although this could be referring to Mai, it could also apply to Teacher, as red is one of the prominent colors in his color scheme.

And while I’m on the topic of Mai, Teacher’s appearance also parallels Mai’s. They both have red as their main “bright” color, and more importantly, their hair styles are similar. As shown in the image above, they both have hair sticking out on one side and a braid on the other. They also have similar bangs (the middle part) but that’s more of a stretch, as other DRDT characters have them too. Though I should mention, Teruko has these bangs too. In fact, her post-ch1 hairstyle looks pretty similar to Teacher’s, with the hair sticking out on the right.

now, you may ask, “why are you comparing Teacher to Mai?? What does this have to do with Teruko?”

You see, Teruko has flashbacks to two different people.

Of course, Teruko remembers Mai’s appearance. She even has a flashback of Mai smiling at her at the beginning of Chapter 1’s deadly life. But she doesn’t remember this mysterious “his”’s face at all. Mai seems to have been in Teruko’s life pretty recently, so she remembers her; but what about the other person? Surely she would remember everything about the only other person she cared about? Well. Perhaps she doesn’t remember him because she hasn’t seen him since she was, say, five years old? When he was adopted into a different family?

Then what about Hope’s Peak? After all, Teacher wears an ID from HPA. (Thanks to weightedblankettt for deciphering the text!) Min mentions a teacher in charge of the DRDT cast’s class in the bonus episode, and he’s also implied to be the receiver of this letter hidden on the DRDT website:

So if Teruko ever went to HPA, wouldn’t she recognize him?

She probably wouldn’t. She had prosopagnosia. She can’t recognize people by their faces. So there’s a very low chance that Teruko would recognize her brother whom she hasn’t seen in years.

In conclusion, Teacher is most likely the other person that Teruko struggles to remember. This would help explain the parallels between Mai and Teacher—the braids and the red in their color palettes—because they were the two most important people to Teruko. And of course, the only other person we know of that is significant to Teruko is her brother.

Now, in the end, this is all speculation, so take it with a grain of salt. I might be overthinking some of the above points, and Teacher and Teruko could have nothing in common. If I do end up being wrong, I’ll do art requests and draw whatever cursed things you guys want…

anyways, please do feel free to add onto this post! I’m sure there are some things I’ve missed. I’d love to hear other people’s interpretations!

#danganronpa despair time #drdtalt #altdrdt #teruko tawaki #mai akasaki #teacher #I am indeed as they say. “cooking” right now #pretty proud of this theory! 👍 #I typed half of this at 12am so ignore any grammar mistakes lol #drdt spoilers #drdt

[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

Hi! I love the Touchstarved headcanons you made! Do you have any ideas for being with Leander? Fluff (and maybe a little dash of angst regarding MC's hands or the dangers associated with it) please! He has just completely stolen my heart and I love him already <3 Happy writing!

Hi!! I literally squeaked when I got this! You've made me so excited, I've been itching for Touchstarved requests and yours is the first! Eeee!!!

I'm so happy with how this turned out!! I might make one for the other four, too, even without requests...

Fandom: Touchstarved Characters: Leander Warnings: Spoilers below the blue text! Very fluffy, mildly angsty...

Dating Leander Headcannons:

He is literally. The softest. You will not meet anyone sweeter to you than he is.

He blushes alllll the time! It's adorable, frankly. The slightest touch or compliment just makes him all 😳

He'll literally do anything for you. Those things he offered you when you met, the bed, food, clothes, whatever? Yeah that was just the beginning. Don't even joke about wanting things around him unless you actually want them, because if it's physically possible, he will find a way to get it for you. My man is devoted.

He does magic for you all the time. He'll greet you every morning with a flourish and a magical flower, tucking it behind your ear and giving you a kiss on the lips or forehead as it dissolves. One time he was in the middle of something important and forgot. He remembered only after you'd left, and he literally stopped what he was doing and chased you down because he can't miss his morning ritual!!

Also he literally just does random magic tricks to cheer you up whenever you're not happy. Sad, disappointed, sick, mad -- whatever, he's gonna find a way to make you smile if he possibly can.

He wears his heart on his sleeve with you most of the time, and is outwardly pretty affectionate. You're his person and he's not afraid to make sure everyone in Eridia knows it. As a bonus, not many people will dare mess with you.

Mild spoilers below! Nothin' major, just things from the demo

He makes sure you have the respect of the Bloodhounds. You end up as practically their second-in-command, after a while. They all take care of you, too, because they respect him and they know you're important to him.

So the thing with the curse. He promises you that he'll do everything in his power to find a way to break your curse, and he does. But, of course, that takes time, and meanwhile, you're still living with it. So, Leander does everything he can to make you feel normal. You deserve it, in his opinion. He doesn't want you to have to live in fear anymore.

When you're alone together, he'll encourage you to take off the bandages and just... be yourself. Live life like a normal person, not a cursed person.

He encourages you to touch him, to touch objects, to feel anything and everything you want with your touchstarved hands. They've been deprived of sensation for so long, and in some ways you're like a curious child, trying to grab everything within reach just for the experience. He laughs the first time you touch something metal, jerking your hand back with a gasp because cold! Don't be too upset with him for laughing, though. He finds it adorable.

He has a morning ritual, but he has a nighttime ritual, too, regardless of whether or not you two sleep in the same room/bed. He'll sit you down and unwind the bandages from around your hands, and softly kiss them both, and then gently massage some magically-enhanced lotion into your hands and wrists. They've been neglected for years, because other than seeking relief when they ache, you've done everything you can to hide and ignore your hands - but not anymore. He showers them (and you) in affection, and encourages you to sleep with the bandages off. Yes, even if you're sleeping with him. Especially if you're sleeping with him.

Play with his hair. It looks like it would feel nice and soft, and with your hands... yessss. It's like touching a cloud, almost. You've never felt anything so soft in your life.

On the... less upbeat side of things, though. He's very serious about your curse. He makes sure all of the Bloodhounds know not to mess with your hands, ever. He probably tells them you have a condition of some sort, or that your hands were badly burned in an accident of some variety (probably magic if you're the alchemist, maybe some sort of cooking mishap if not) and they're very sensitive. He is very clear about this. No one is to touch them, even bandaged, and they are not to ever try to remove the bandages or tease you about them. This leads to the Bloodhounds having a tendency to grab you by the elbow or arm, which is sweeter than it should be.

Also, this means that he's the only one who gets to hold your hand :) Because he really really likes holding your hand :) and he's the tiniest bit possessive over them because they're so special and sensitive :)

Should anything happen, if someone somehow got touched... he would defend you. Doesn't matter who it was or how it happened, he's on your side, and he's not letting you be punished without going through him first.

He definitely gets you a pair of gloves, if you want them. Something soft on the inside but durable. Maybe he even enchants them for you, if such a thing is possible, makes it so that the gloves are impossible to remove except by him or you, so you won't have to worry about accidents.

Anyway back to the fluff to end this on a high note

Imagine cuddling up with him at night, tracing your bare fingers across his chest and face, pressing your palm flat against his chest to feel his heartbeat. Just. Being able to quietly satisfy your desire for physical contact without fear or judgement.

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#DISCLAIMER: Written after the demo came out. #beefriend-writes #touchstarved #touchstarved game #leander touchstarved #touchstarved leander #leander x reader #touchstarved leander x reader #leander x mc