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Hii! I love ur writing so much, I had a h/c fic idea for James but I can't write to save my life so I figured I'd request lmao. Feel free to ignore if it's not something ur interested in writing ofc.

I was thinking smtn where James asks out reader and they think it's a joke so they like walk away or tell him to fuck off or smtn and James is just so confused so the next day asks r wtf that was about and she's like "if ur gonna be a dick you shouldn't expect other ppl to just take it" or something and he's still confused and asks her what was happening so she explains what she thinks is going on and he like comforts her and tells her that he fr likes her

getting around to answering some requests... i took a short break but im thinking about writing a bit again. this is just cute fluff. little rusty tho. 💞

james potter is an absolute idiot.. truly. and yet, somehow, you've still had a crush on him for 3 years. it's truly a marvel. james and his friends, fondly referred to as the 'marauders', often play practical jokes. of course, when out of the blue on a random tuesday james sheepishly approaches you asking if you want to go to hogsmeade together, you think it's some sort of joke. a cruel trick of the universe, to tug on your poor pining heart. so you scowl at him, and turn straight on your heel and march off.

james and you have been friends for years, longer then you've ever liked him, so the only logical answer is that its all a joke. a cruel joke. and one, though you'd never say to anybody else, hurts. a lot. so, like the very mature person you are, you decide to ignore his existence for the rest of the day, and the following morning. when james gets remus, your loyal potions buddy, to past notes to you in class, you throw them straight in the bin; ignoring remus's skeptical stare, with an eye-roll and shrug. and just as you think you've evaded him the whole day, he corners you as you leave history of magic.

"whats wrong with you? you've been ignoring me all day? did i fuck up that bad?" he says, hot on your heels behind you as you storm through the hallway away.

"you know james, if your gonna be such a fucking dick about peoples feelings, you shouldn't just expect them to take it. and if you do, consider yourself no longer my friend. don't talk to me, stop passing notes, stop staring at me, and stop corning me on my way out of class!" you snap, turning to stare at him with your arms folded.

and james, well, james just pouts. a confused look spreads across his brow.

"i- i thought you liked me? and i really like you- and i don't understand, i truly wasn't trying to play with your feelings or- or anything like that!" he replies, sounding adorably confused and sincere, and you falter.

"you asked me out as a joke james! how is that anything but playing with my-"

"sorry what? no! i was very serious. i like you. a lot. have for a while and it's taking me so, so long to work up the courage. i've taken too long and now i've blown it." james cuts in, stepping forward into your space, except you don't back away.

"you.. weren't joking?"

"of course not!" he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. he looks rather upset actually, a frown on his face.

you blink at him, stepping closer.

"you actually meant it? you, er, like me?"

"head over heels." he confirms, with a smile spreading across his face

"well then, ill see on saturday night." you say, a small smile in return before turning rather quickly away to rush off to your dorm, a light blush coating your cheeks.

james twirls on the spot, throwing his fist in the air in a quiet "yes!" before dashing after you.

"wait! where do you wanna go because i was thinking something special? my treat- god let me treat you right!"

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love my way aka the first installment of the senate twink au is out now on ao3!!

James Potter is an up and coming, charming politician trying to make the world a better place.

Regulus Black is an ambitious, coldhearted staffer who will do anything (and anyone) to get ahead.

This is their story.

this oneshot also doubles as my submission for @sillylovesongsfest :)) my song-prompt was love my way by the psychedelic furs!!

[0anonnymouslyours0]

hi there!

maybe a fluff with my favourite James Potter? i was thinking something about reader leaving a lipstick mark on James..

enjoy writing, kisses:*

james my beloved, i want to kiss him all over <3

james is technically supposed to be leaving for quidditch practise... technically. but, instead, you've distracted him. i mean, how could he not kiss you, when you exit the bathroom, ready for the day- with your lips painted a perfect red.

how could he not pull you over, begging for a kiss. of course, you oblige, because how could you resist james potter. its sweet, hes all giggly, cheeks flushed as you kiss. his hands are firmly placed on your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

"okay.. practise jamie, you have practise." you giggle, pulling back and resting your hands on his shoulders.

"i know.. but-" he says, squeezing your waist.

you giggle, leaning in and kissing his cheek, leaving a lipstick print.

"off you go." you say, neglecting to till him of the mark you left on his cheek. and patiently waiting to hear the reaction of his teammates when james arrives at practise.

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hi! could u do spencer reid fluff with a reader who overworks herself? maybe hr comes home late and shes asleep at her desk, and even as he wakes her up she tries to keep working? i hope that makes sense! xo

the man is just a sweetheart, i know it! <3

recently, you'd been promoted at your work. meaning the hours were longer, the work more grueling and you were just generally tired all the time. you've been working all evening, as spencer is also having a late night in office due to a case.

mid report, you find yourself slipping into a slumber, and passing out face down on your papers, in your office chair.

you don't wake up, until you feel the tentative touch of spencers hand on your shoulder, slowly waking you up.

"hi sweetheart.." he whispers, thumb stroking over your shoulder, as he watches you groggily sit up.

"shit.. hi spencer, what time is it? i must have fallen asleep-" you look at him, still in his work clothes, and turn back to the papers on your desk, sighing.

"its 2 am, come to bed.." he whispers, placing a hand on your arm to guide you up.

"no- no. i cant, ive got to finish this report its due soon and im not done and-"

spencer shushes you, placing a hand on your cheek and pushing the hair out of your face.

"its way too late darling. i know you want to but lets go to bed. c'mere." he says, beckoning you with his hands.

he pulls you up, hugging you tightly. you relax into his chest, breathing softly. you are over tired, and in need of proper sleep.. and some time with spencer.

you allow him to walk you to the bedroom, and set you in bed. he makes you a cup of tea, turns the lights off, and lays down next to. pulling you into his body, his hands rest gently in your hair, stroking softly.

"shhh, just get some rest sweetheart."

you sigh, peacefully, and allow yourself to lay with spencer, eventually slipping into a much needed slumber.

[0anonnymouslyours0]

i just have a strong feeling that mike wheeler is just. like. obsessed with thighs. he just seems like a thigh guy, so may i request something like that?

also, do you do emoji anons?

ohh i see this 100% also ive never done emoji anons but i can start! thx for requesting babes <3

mike loves loves loves your thighs, i mean-

he loves when you wear skirts, or tight fighting pants, so your figure is on display for him to stare at, like hes drooling over you all day.

hand on thigh at all times! when ur sitting on the couch, or in the car! one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh! and ofc... his hand gets little higher gradually, before you have to swat his hand away in protest!

he loves when u were cute tights too, like a little accessory over your perfect thighs!

thighs of any size! he could not care less! he just wants to touch them, hands gripping all over your body

and yk.. when hes going down on u :o

he just has to hold your thighs, like ur legs are literally shaking, and hes gripping your thighs, holding you down!

certified munch

your thighs definitely get him worked up, like if ur in a skirt all day yk ur in for it when you get home!

hes all like "ur such a tease... yk what you do to me" etc!!

i mean.. would he buy you sexy lingerie with thigh garters? yes! if ur into it... then yes! he loves to spoil his pretty, favourite girl

[0anonnymouslyours0]

hi i wanted to request something: singer!reader x remus smut backstage

drooled a little while writing this, warnings r smut (obvs) <3

your set is over, and the crowd is cheering, screaming even, as you wave before walking off stage. your last number.. well, it involved a lets just say interesting dance to accompany the song. that, paired with the little skirt and matching top was enough to set remus off. he was waiting side stage, and as you walked off he immediately pulled you in for a kiss.

"you looked so fucking hot out there.." he whispers, mid-kiss, as his hands take to roaming all over your body, and under the hem of your short skirt.

you giggle, pulling back. "somebodies rather excited.." you say, eyeing him.

"you know it." he says, leaning back in to kiss you roughly. his hands rest on your thighs, and he pulls you in closer to him, pressing you against him.

"dressing room-" you whisper, well aware of the many staff and crew who are eyeing you and remus.

he nods, grabbing your hand and dragging you to your dressing room, locking the door and pressing you against it forcefully. you let out a groan, as he kisses down your neck and along your collarbones. his arms are on either side of your head, caging you in. his knee sneaks up between your legs, bumping against your core. he kisses you with something you could only describe as hunger.

hes pulling off you in a flash, hands working to unzip your skirt and his own pants. he pulls of his shirt, giving you minimal time to admire him, before hes back to kissing you. dragging you to the couch in your room, hes laying you down, before moving on top of you.

"get me so worked up.. out there in your tiny skirt, looking so perfect." he whispers.

his hand trails down your stomach, reaching the top of your underwear. "can i?" he whispers, and you nod, quickly, desperate for his touch.

his hand slips under, finding your slit and running his fingers through it, before slowly rubbing your clit. his finger circles your entrance, before pushing into you. one finger, then two and you gasp as you feel the stretch.

hes watching you, admiring your face and your hair tussled around your head on the couch. he leans in to kiss your neck, just where you like it, and smirks as you let out a loud moan.

"think you can take me now?" he whispers,

and you nod, squirming in your position "please remus.." you practically whine.

hes pulling his boxers down, the tip of his hard cock trailing over your slit before pushing into you. the stretch is there, and you breath heavily as your body adjusts to the sheer size of him. he starts slow, warming you up, before his thrusts become rougher. the couch beneath you shaking as he groans. its not long before your hands are scratching down his back, eyes rolling into your head as he brings you to the edge.

remus always does know how to treat you post concert.

[0anonnymouslyours0]

Hi!!! I’m having a weird day and I was wondering if you could write something for Spencer comforting reader who was having a great day but something menial set her off and ruined her day so she ends up crying a lot. I just need the comfort a lot right now. I hope you have a good day (or at least better than mine xD) 💕💕💕

hi angel- i hope your feeling better, and your day has improved! i can deff do this, and posting this quickly <3

you'd been having a relatively good day. i mean as good as it could get. you'd finished the reports you were supposed to do, and nothing had gone wrong. still, you felt a little on edge.

you walk over to the kitchen, busying yourself in making an afternoon coffee, a daily ritual. spencer is in the bau kitchen too, and you smile.

"hows your day been?" you ask, looking at him as he leans against the counter, watching you make your coffee.

"standard. what about you?" he asks, looking at you enquiringly.

"oh, yeah nothing much- just doing some reports and such." you say.

you've finished making your coffee, taking a gentle sip of it. its hot. spencers talking still, and your paying attention, watching him as you place your mug down and reach for the fridge to grab some milk. somehow, in the most unlucky fashion, your mug was not placed properly, and it falls with a crash to the ground, splashing scolding hot coffee all over you.

"ouch!" you cry, as the coffee burns your skin. you feel it then, the tears well in your eyes. you've been just a small incident away from tears all day, and here it was.

"are you okay?" spencer says quickly, hes in front of you, offering you a tea towel.

your overwhelmed, and you look up at him, tears running down your face. you feel slightly embarrassed, and you look down quickly, accepting the tea towel. spencer looks at you, a softness to his expression.

"hey.. its alright-" he says, reaching to place a hand on your shoulder and moves his thumb soothingly.

"god- this is such a mess." you say, patting yourself before giving up with a sigh.

"no, your good. its all fine." he whispers, and guides you towards him. he doesn't seem to mind your half covered in coffee, as he wraps his arms around you and holds you closely.

you sniffle as he hugs you, perhaps just a little in need of affection in this moment. he squeezes you a little, and you allow yourself to relax, slowing down your breathing.

"its fine, dont worry. i've got a spare shirt?" he says, hand still tracing soft patterns on your shoulder.

"thank you." you whisper, into spencers chest. your not quite ready for him to let go of you, and he seems to know that, holding you tight, until your feeling better.

[0anonnymouslyours0]

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader Smut

Stevie is a bit stressed so reader decides to give him a bj after their shift at scoops ahoy❤️‍🔥🍨

their in the parking spot (in his car) and shes like "just let me take care of you" and blows him

yes.. im very much liking this, yes yes yes. its been a while since ive written smut tho... so im warming up <3

warnings: kissing, pet names, swearing, blow job (act shocked)

your in steves car, the aircon blasting. he parked away from the public area, hidden around a corner where nobody ventures. he sighs, running his hands through his unreasonably soft and fluffy hair.

you rest an arm on his shoulder. "stressed baby?" you ask, looking at him.

"the fucking kids who visit the shop.. a nightmare. they want like 50 samples each and leave without actually getting anything."

"sounds like your a bit worked up.." you whisper, hands trailing from his shoulder and onto his chest. you press him back, into the car seat. his eyes widen, and he turns to look at you, alarmed.

"let me help you out stevie.. hm?" you say, staring at him. he nods, his thoughts already slipping from his pretty head, as you slide across the console, closer to him.

you lean up to kiss him, soft and sweet, for a moment. your hands trail down his chest, nails scratching, as you reach for his trousers, unbuttoning them, and pulling them down to his knees.

"you gonna let me take care of you stevie?" you tease, staring at his blown pupils. you calm his now hard cock through his boxers, and he whines.

you snap his boxer band, and his eyes snap shut, breathing heavily as you lean down to position yourself.

you slip the boxers off, revealing his aching cock, and he moans as you slowly stroke him. you part your lips, kissing his tip teasingly.

"dont be a tease baby.." he whispers, leaning his head back against the seat.

obeying his command, you lean down, swiping your tongue around his dick, before taking him in your mouth.

"fuck-" he exhales, chest heaving as you get to work.

he loves when you suck him off, loves to look down at your wide eyes as they tear up. he loves to pull your hair, push you further down onto his aching cock, until your gagging and begging for him to stop. hes gentler now though, allowing you to do the work.

you pop off, running your tongue from his base to the tip, just how he likes. you know what he wants, and exactly how he likes it. soon, he knuckles are turning white as he grips the seat, letting out loud groans of pleasure as you suck him just right.

hes close, you can feel it in the way his thighs are tightening, and his cock seems painfully hard.

"shit." he whispers, breathless, reaching his hand up to grip your hair. "so fucking close babe.." he says.

he tugs your hair, urging you to go harder, and you do so.

"fuck- yes your so good to me- im right there." he groans, finally releasing into your mouth, chest heaving.

he guides your head up, kissing you messily and reaching to grab at you, grounding himself in the kiss.

"your so good to me sweetheart, treat me so fucking well."

[0anonnymouslyours0]

hi I have literally never done this before but I saw your post just now and thought what the heck

could you write a small thing about spencer reid where reader and him are neighbours and they both have a little crush on each other but never get to interact because spencer is literally never there

until either reader or spencer's apartment floods and it's 3am so they just go to their neighbour and there's maybe a cute confession?

(feel free to add your own pizzazz I love your writing!!!) <3333

hihihi girl! request anytime! this also ended up being a lotttt longer then intended <3

warnings: none, its fluffy its cute, like rlly cute and a bit cliche.

spencer reid. that was your neighbours name. considering he was home very little, you'd only seen him a few times and you've never even spoken a word; it seemed silly how much time you spent thinking about him.

you'll admit, your a sucker for a tall brunette with glasses, who wore ties and vests, and perhaps looked just a little nerdy. it was sweet, spencer looked very sweet.

he also happens to be your next door neighbour. like literally, you open the door of your house every day, and are confronted with the site of his own house. he's right there. you've debated sliding a note under his door, or just knocking and suggesting coffee, but you've always backed out.

the opportunity however, presents itself in a slightly annoying way. in the afternoon, you arrive home and walk into your living room to discover the entire floor flooded. one quick check of the house, and you've determined the entire place is flooded.

"jesus christ." you mutter, dialing a plumber and the flood services in your city.

when they arrive, its determined your house will be unliveable for 2 days. 2 whole days.

the plumber, matt, stares at you. "apologies, lady, but your pipes are pretty busted. its gonna cost you too."

you groan, annoyed.

"oh, uh your neighbour, you should check with them. see if they've got any issues." he adds.

you stop, spencer. your neighbour. you have a reason to go talk to him. you leave the plumber, and his little team to get to work, and cross the street to spencers house.

knock. knock.

maybe he isnt home. you look at his driveway. his car is there. the door creaks, and opens, revealing spencer reid. the man himself. in all his messy hair, rumpled shirt, afternoon glory. he pushes his glasses up, staring at you, suprised.

"hi. sorry i'm-"

"y/n." he says, quickly, and then flushes.

"right." your suprised he knows your name, though you do know his. "look uhm, sorry to bother you.. but my house kind of flooded. like everywhere. so, uhh- i was just checking if your house is all good."

his eyes widen. "your entire house? is flooded?"

you nod, grimacing. "yeah.. i mean my stuffs fine, i just have to find somewhere to stay and its a pain." you say, folding your arms and sighing.

he looks at you for a moment, thoughtful.

"uh.. besides from the fact im a total stranger.. you could um, stay with me? i mean. i have a guest room, im usually out all day. i'll cook." he says, quickly. he looks at you, expecting a no.

your suprised at his offer, intrigued even. he seems safe, your not uncomfortable.. and it would save you from having to stay in some cheap hotel.

"really? i mean- are you sure?" you confirm, raising your eyebrows at him.

he nods energetically, smiling. "i mean, it would be easier for you."

you nod, smiling back.

"well.. uh come in?" he says, shuffling to the side awkwardly.

his house is delightful, with heavy linen curtains, and tall bookshelves. the house is mostly wood, with touches of green and navy. it fits him perfectly.

"nice place you have here." you say, smiling.

"thank you." he says, staring at you for a moment. you catch him, and he looks away quickly.

"do you, uhm want a coffee? we can sit for a bit if you'd like." he says, gesturing at the couches in his living room.

you nod. "black with sugar, please."

"oh- i have mine just the same." he grins, hurrying off the the kitchen, before returning with a cup for you. he sits opposite you, studying you for a moment.

"so.. spencer, how long have you lived here?" you ask.

"5 years. which.. i think is a year longer then you?" he smiles.

"correct. uh, where do you work?"

he pauses, thinking thoughtfully. "truthfully, i work in the fbi. behavioral analysis unit." he says, staring right at you.

you shuffle in your seat, suddenly aware that this possibly means he can read your every emotion, or thought.

"thats very.. impressive, but then again you do have an intelligent look to you."

he chuckles, "well, i have been told i dress the part."

you laugh, smiling at him.

"you know.. i noticed you a while ago." he says, looking down at his coffee and swirling it.

you raise an eyebrow, curious.

"how so?"

"well, if i may be bold, your very- uhm very pretty."

your eyes widen, taken aback. you flush, letting out a soft giggle.

"you think so?" you whisper, staring at him. he finally looks up at you, nodding.

"do you say that to all the women you invite into your home?" you tease.

"i don't often invite women into my home.. in fact, you might be a first. quite special." he smiles. your cheeks feel hotter.

"well, spencer, i noticed you a while ago too. your very cute. you might be just my type." you say, staring at him.

its his turn to blush, and he looks nervous, as he turns away from you, lips parting into a smile.

"perhaps a blessing in disguise your apartment being flooded.." he whispers, the smile evident in his voice.

"i mean," you chuckle. "there has been one good outcome.."

"mmm.. silver linings and all." he says, turning to look you right in the eye. its sweet, hes very sweet. you think your very much going to enjoy your next two days here... perhaps even extend your stay.

[0anonnymouslyours0]

Can you write a request where Felix Catton x y/n ( fem reader ) do anal (fem receiving) please ?

hi sweets, unfortunatly im not comfortable writing something like that. i just put out the longgg overdue list of what i wont write

read it here

sorry again <3

[0anonnymouslyours0]

do you have anything that you’re not comfortable with writing? i had a request in mind (i forgot it, so gimme like an hour to remember😭), but i just wanna make sure it wouldn’t make you uncomfortable or anything

hi hi hi!

ive finally done a list of what im not comfortable writing which was longgg overdue. thx for asking tho <3

what im not comfy writing

[0anonnymouslyours0]

what i am not comfortable writing (sorry girlies, some things i just cant do </3)

any kind of dub!con, nonconsentual stuff

incest

anal sex.. (ive had some requests for this but its just not for me sorry)

male x male (i identify as a female, and am open to only writing f x m, or f x f)

list will be added to as a i go! but currently this is it, please respect my boundaries as a writer <3

[0anonnymouslyours0]

spencer and coriolanus? girl your taste is immaculate 🤭

oooo thanks girl! my type is like pretty obvious i must say… 😵‍💫

[0anonnymouslyours0]

are you still writing for mike wheeler? i don’t have a request at the moment, i just wanna make sure first.

yes!! i do still write for mike <3

[0anonnymouslyours0]

spencer reid x bau!reader and it’s just fluff like maybe him comforting her after a hard case or smth

you were quick girl! this was like healing to write <3

warnings: mmm, none mostly just fluff post-case stuff. spencer reid obvs

you have papers to fill out, forms to sign. you know this. but still, you sit at your desk, staring off into space. the last case was difficult. hotch nearly took you off it. you typically dont do well with certain cases... and this one hit home.

you stare blankly at the papers in front of you, running a hand through your hair and sighing. its late, and as far as your aware nobody else is in the office. that is, until you hear soft, yet familiar, footsteps.

you turn, smiling softly when you see reid.

"hi." you say, quietly. the office was empty, most of the lights were off.

"hi. your here late? are you alright?" he asks, he looks concerned, his eyebrows pinched as he looks at you.

"mhm, i mean the last case was a bit.." you exhale heavily, look up at him, hoping he understands.

"yes. it was." he pauses, looking thoughtful. "want a cup of tea?" he asks, nodding towards the bau kitchen.

you nod, tea sounded good. your throat felt dry and your voice was hoarser then usual.

"earl grey.. right?" he asks, as you reach the kitchen, and he flicks on the kettle, busying himself with making you a tea.

"thats right." you smile, he always remembers the smallest things, its sweet.

you lean against the counter, watching him. its pathetic (almost), who much you want him to give you a hug. your craving psychical touch, especially after your last case.

he notices you watching him, always observant, spencer is. he looks at you for a moment. your tea is brewing.

"would you.. uh- like a hug?" he whispers, reading your mind.

you smile, nodding. "yes please spencer."

he steps forward, allowing his arms to wrap around your body, and pull you close. you relax into his chest, the feeling so familiar. his hand reaches to stroke along your back, in a comforting manner. he squeezes you softly, pulling your body into his.

"theres always going to be hard cases.. but if you ever want to talk." he whispers.

you nod, grateful for him. "thank you spence."

[0anonnymouslyours0]

SEND REQUESTS PLSSS like for anyone im begging, i want to write but i have no ideas :(

also... im happy to write wlw smut (just sned requests idk who to write for...)

[0anonnymouslyours0]

Could you do a James Potter smut pls

finalllyyyy getting around to answering these requests <3 +18 babys

james and you dont get much time just the two of you, between marlene and mary constantly being in your dorm, or the rest of the marauders in his, or extra-curriculars, theres no time. but, when you and james find yourself tucked away in a deserted corner of the castle, he has you against the wall in seconds.

"god.. missed you so much baby." james mumbles against your jaw.

your heads thrown back, hands tugging at james hair as he hoists you up against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"fuck- i-" you stutter as he grinds against you, the thin material of your skirt and panties rubbing against his trousers.

"please jamie need you so bad." you whisper, tugging at his hair in a way you know makes him loose it.

he groans, kissing you quickly and lifting your skirt, fingers tracing down the seam of your panties.

"so wet f'me." he mumbles, slipping your panties aside, and allowing his finger to run through your slick heat.

a scramble of hands and his trousers are off, cock hard and leaking with precum, begging for the warmth of your cunt.

"jesus christ-" you whisper, hands grabbing along his strong arms as he rubs his tip against your entrance.

"haven't had you in so long, been craving you.." he groans, pushing into your entrance suddenly.

"fuck jamie!" you cry out, feeling suddenly full by him.

his thrusts are hard but sloppy, both of your lost in the pleasure of finally having eachother. your moaning, vision blurry with the pleasure james is providing you.

"fuck baby, gonna have to do this more often.." he whispers into your ear.

"yes- please jamie."

your eyes practically roll back into your head as he issues a particularly hard and deep thrust, pushing you over the edge. nails scratching down his back, sure to leave marks. hes soon to follow, sloppy thrusts into your weeping cunt, kissing along your neck.

your mascaras running, clothes messing and wrinkled, and your shirt hangs off your shoulder, exposing the fresh hickey james gave you. his lips are swollen and tinged red from your lipstick. you definitely look like you've just had sex.