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Hey, so if you guys have got any Queenie x fem!reader requests, then I'd be more than happy to try and write them! :)

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No offence, but I am very, very gay for Queenie Goldstein/Alison Sudol

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Imagine having passionate loving sex with Queenie after a long hard day at work.

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Settle down now

Anon request:  Okay but imagine both queenie and reader sexually frustrated at work because they have teased each other the whole morning before work and now the tension is hUGE and they cant wait to go home and reader’s thoughts are LOUD

Warnings: Slight NSFW (like mature language about sex), language

Characters: Queenie Goldstein, Y/N (your name),  Seraphina Piquery (mentioned), Percival Graves (mentioned)

Your girlfriend was very much a tease. Of course you loved it when you would wake up every morning to her purposely stripping before you, knowing your thoughts would race like a horse. Or her “accidentally” bumping into, causing friction at the crotch.

Sometimes it was the small glances she would give you right before you two would head to MACUSA. Or how she would bite her lip before saying goodbye for the day until lunch. 

Her teasing affected both of you, and today was no different. As you went into the conference room with Seraphina and Mr.Graves to discuss world matters, you couldn’t stop thinking about your special blonde. The way she looked made something pool in your stomach, and made you itch for something to touch, something to do.

You knew Queenie could hear your thoughts loud and clear, you two were connected somehow and if you were in the same building, she could hear you perfectly. You smirk at the idea that popped in your head.

‘I hope you can hear me Queenie.’ You didn’t know him she could or not, but time would tell eventually. 

‘I hope you’re thinking about me coming home and taking you on every surface I can. I don’t care how loud you would be, I’d just love for you to scream my name. I’d push you onto the bed and do whatever I’d want to you, make bruises going down your body.’

All while you were thinking this, Seraphina and Percival got into a huge fight of where who is who on the map. 

“Graves, I’m pretty sure Mr. Karlotoe is in Uganda, I was there!”

He shook his head defiantly. “I’m sorry madame president, but I too was there and he is not there anymore, he moved to eastern Asia!” 

She rolled her eyes and simply put the red flag marker on the map but he ripped it off and put it somewhere next to Vietnam, which made Seraphina blow up even more.

You were lost in your own little land of making Queenie yours in every way you could think of. Mine. Mine. Mine.

When you got to know Queenie more, you realized how much she liked you being possessive of her and vise versa. That trick always helped in bed. 

Before you knew it, the meeting was over and your legs felt like jelly, you needed Queenie. You walked down the corridor at a fast pace, but someone grabbed you and shoved you against the wall. You were going to yell, but you saw it was just your girlfriend. 

Her eyes were full blown with lust and want, she looked like she was going to devour you. She kissed you deeply, grabbing your face to push you impossibly closer to her lips. You kissed like that for awhile, but had to pull away to breath. 

“Home?” She nodded eagerly and in a snap you two were in the living room of her apartment. You pushed her onto the bed and attacked her neck, trying to take her clothes off at the same time. She whined, scratching at you back, while you growled in her ear. 

This was going to be fun.

I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes

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I’m gonna take care of you

Anon request:  I am desperate for Queenie to eat me out please make this happen

Warnings: this is pure smut oops

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Could the Queenie x female reader be where they go on a chic coffee date, and the the reader is absolutely smitten with Queenie, she finds it charming and they go to her flat that night and end up having sex?

Alright! This would’ve turned into a long ass fic, so forgive me for shortening it. I love time lapses….Also! Thank you, no one ever requests girl on girl and I’m like ‘someone give me it!!!!!!’

Imagine: Being smitten with Queenie.

She was bright, like everything beautiful in this world was. Her smile alone made you feel completely giddy and besotted with her. It was almost like a dream whenever she was around, because truthfully you had never felt anything quite like this before. Queenie was a breath of fresh air for you, and whenever her eyes glanced in your general direction your heart fluttered into a fit of longing. So, was it any surprise when she asked you to coffee that you could hardly respond? If it wasn’t for her natural talents to read people’s minds, you were sure she’d of just taken your silence as a no.

“So what’ll ya have, honey?”

You glanced up at the blonde, fumbling over your words as you tried to order. She just giggled sweetly, ordering your favorite for you and taking a seat across the table. There was on thought nagging you, but how to bring it up was the tricky part.

“Oh, of course it’s a date, honey.”

Your eyes widened, and you stared at Queenie in utter shock. “W-What?”

Queenie removed her pink scarf, folding it neatly and laying it on the table as she smiled warmly towards you. “Don’t worry, all people think what you was thinking when they first see me.”

“But-”

She waved her hand at you, letting it rest gently over your own. “I liked you at the beginning too…” She bit her bottom lip, her cheeky smile making your heart beat faster. She was beyond beautiful in your eyes, in fact as she said, when most people see her it’s no surprise of the instant attraction.

“Really?”

“Hm? Oh!” She thanked the waitress for her coffee, and took a quick sip before answering your thought. “Yes, of course I liked you. You’re not like the others, honey.”

Your eyes met hers, and you felt that all too familiar blush spread across your cheeks once more. “Queenie…I-”

****

She giggled as she dragged you along the sidewalk, pulling you happily towards her apartment that she shared with her sister.

“Are you sure Tina-”

“Oh, she’s at work, honey! Besides, we can’t have men over, so it ain’t a problem!”

A smile stretched onto your lips, and you went along with it, because seeing her so calm and happy was contagious enough.

Queenie opened her front door, holding her arms out proudly as she gave you a short tour of her apartment. It wasn’t much at all, it was rather quaint yet you could definitely see the appeal.

“Well, whatcha think?”

“Its lovely.”

Queenie smiled, taking your hand and asking you to sit as she began to prepare a snack for you two. She laid a perfect pastry before you, setting two forks down as she eagerly awaited your response to her cooking.

“It’s amazing.”

“Thank you!”

You watched her with a smile, still a bit in shock of this whirlwind of a day. You never once expected to gain her attention, let alone her affections and yet…here you sat. She took a small bite of the pastry, powdered sugar sticking to the corner of her mouth. You chuckled a bit, bringing a hand up to wipe away the sugar.

“Here.” Your thumb brushed over her perfect pout, the white sugar sliding across and making for a tempting sight. It occurred to you then, how forward you were being, and you looked up at her face meeting her curious gaze.

You swallowed deep in your throat, debating your next move until Queenie smiled.

“You can kiss me if you want, honey.”

You laughed, still unsure if her abilities were a curse for you at the moment or a blessing. But, you slowly leaned forward, never leaving her gaze as your lips pressed firmly against each other. Queenie sighed into the kiss, her gorgeous eyes fluttering closed as she responded eagerly to your touch. It was unlike any kiss you had before, there was something more in it. Something completely powerful and perfect that it made you gasp.

Queenie’s lips slid against yours, her playful tongue tracing your bottom lip. You answered her request happily, parting your lips and allowing your tongues to glide across one another in the heat of passion.

“Come with me.”

Queenie reluctantly pulled away, standing up and holding her hand out. You grasped it, following closely behind as she tugged you into her bedroom. You noticed the small bed on the other side of the room, blushing when you realized it was her sister’s.

“Tina-”

“Don’t worry, honey. She gets home late.”

Queenie locked the door anyway, turning around with a smile on her pretty lips as she pulled her coat off.

“Your thoughts are going pretty crazy, huh, honey?”

She giggled softly, walking over to you and sitting down on the bed. She patted the spot next to her, and you obliged.

“Please don’t read my mind right now…”

You blushed, not missing the tiny grin she had on her face.

“Sorry…people’s thoughts are always the strongest in these moments.”

Your blush only intensified, but she rubbed your thigh in a comforting manner. But, the sensation of her touch made you ache, and all of this excitement and surprise just made everything seem so unreal and wonderful.

You inched closer to her, running your fingers through her curls as you kissed her softly.

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Queenie sighed into the pillow, her long legs spread open as she tangled her manicured nails into your hair. Every now and then she tugged gently, gasping out your name as you licked around her wet center. She tasted heavenly in your opinion, even better than the finest of pastries she could make.

“Queenie…” You moaned out her name, your fingers working at your own clit as your tongue circled around hers. She was rolling her hips down into your mouth, trying to gain more friction against her swollen need, which you eagerly offered.

You lapped at her, grinding yourself down into your hand as the pleasure began to build. Queenie arched up, delighted at the attention you were giving her.

“Oh, honey…”

This wasn’t quite the first time you laid with a woman, but you weren’t exactly seasoned in it either. But, judging by the pretty woman’s gasps you ventured a guess that you were doing okay.

“Oh don’t you worry, honey…you’re doing wonderful.”

A blush crept across your cheeks, and you released her clit from your lips as you smiled up at her.

“Don’t read my mind.”

****

Hope you liked…lol it was fun to write!

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Title: It’s Okay, Honey (Part One)

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

Pairing: Queenie Goldstein x fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

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“Get in the case.”

“I’m sorry?” Your friend Newt asked in confusion.

“Get in your case, Mr Scamander You and the No-Maj. My landlady doesn’t take well to men entering the apartment.” Porpentina explained.

You and Newt had only just met the denoted Auror after the incident in the bank before she took the two of you to the MACUSA - America’s equivalent to the Ministry of Magic - where you realised the Muggle from the bank had accidentally mistaken Newt’s case for his own.

Together, you had managed to track the Muggle - who you now knew as Jacob - down but it was too late. The case had been opened and Jacob was hurt which led to Tina bringing you, Newt and the Muggle back to her apartment.

“Better safe than sorry.” You shrugged at your best friend.

You and Newt had been best friends since first year at Hogwarts. You had instantly formed a bond on the Hogwarts Express, a bond that wasn’t broken when you were sorted into Slytherin and he into Hufflepuff.

Throughout the first six years at Hogwarts before Newt’s expulsion, people had rumoured that you and Newt were involved romantically although the pair of you would just shake your heads and laugh. Yes, Newt was attractive but you had never felt that way towards him. Towards any man, really, which made you worry that you would not love anyone. You had often shared this fear with Newt and he would give you a sad smile, like he knew something you didn’t.

Newt nodded at you, opening the latch on his magical case and helping Jacob climb down into it before descending down himself. You bent over, closing the latches and picking it up, nodding at Tina.

“Thank you. Come on.” She opened a door, careful not to make any noise. She motioned for you to follow her up the stairs.

“Porpentina, is that you?” an old woman’s voice called out.

Tina grimaced beside you. “Yes, it’s me.”

“I hope you’re alone up there.”

“I’m not alone but it’s just my friend, (Y/N).” Tina elbowed you to speak so that it was clear you were a woman.

“Hello. Yes, it’s just me, ma'am.”

Silence.

Tina took that as her cue to continue up the stairs. You struggled to follow her up the narrow staircase with the mahogany case in your hand but you managed. You placed the case down, opening the latches before knocking on it, letting your best friend and Jacob know it was safe to come out.

The two men emerged out of the case and Tina swung open the door to her apartment. Stepping inside, you looked around. The interior was warm in colour so it obviously had not been picked out by Tina.

You wrapped an arm around Jacob to help Newt carry him to the nearby sofa and you busied yourself trying to help the Muggle stay in focus.

“Teenie, you brought men home?” a silvery voice spoke behind you.

“This is Mr Scamander. He’s lost something I’m going to help him find.” Tina disappeared through the kitchen.

You stood up and turned on your heels to greet the speaker. Your mouth opened and closed at the sight of the beautiful blonde in nothing but her slip.

The blonde witch’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly before her face softened. “I’m Queenie, Tina’s sister.”

Your mouth struggled to get words out. “I’m (Y/N), uh, Newt’s friend.”

Queenie smiled warmly at you. “It’s very nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

-

All throughout dinner as Queenie tried to converse with you, Newt would smile to himself. The action confused you but you were too engrossed in conversation with the blonde Legilimens.

“So how do you and Newt know each other?” Jacob chimed in, his napkin tucked into his collar as he ate.

You glanced at Newt wondering who would speak first.

“Oh, uh, well we first met on the train to Hogwarts. It was our first year. I couldn’t find a carriage to sit in - everyone was already sitting with their friends - but (Y/N) was kind to me and let me sit with her.” Newt smiled over at you. “And we’ve, well, we’ve been the greatest of friends ever since.”

“Just friends?” Tina asked, curious.

“Yes, just really good friends, Teenie. (Y/N)’s never really been bothered by relations with men.” Queenie looked at you from across the table, her eyes tracing over your face.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Newt busying himself with his plate trying to suppress a smirk.

“(Y/N), you can stay in my room with if you like. Newt and Jacob are gonna take Teenie’s room.” Queenie offered.

Your cheeks reddened at the thought. “Oh, that’s-that’s very kind of you but, uh, myself and Newt always sleep together.” You grimaced. “That didn’t come out right. I meant-”

The blonde bombshell sent you a grin. “I know what you meant. I’ll make you some hot cocoa then.” She stood from her place at the table to head over to the kitchen.

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You, Newt and Jacob began trying to settle into Tina’s room.

Newt flicked the ‘muggle worthy’ switch on his case and handed you your emerald slip. You loved showing off house pride in whatever form you could.

Not wanting to change in front of the two men, you stuck your head out of the bedroom door to see if the pair of witches were still in the living room. With no sign of them, you crept into the living room and began to change into your night slip.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” A voice behind you apologised. Queenie.

With your face now tomato red, you finished slipping the green fabric over your head. There was Queenie, tray in hand, standing at the door.

“Your cocoa’s ready.” She told you, gesturing to the silver tray in her hands. “I made some for me, too. Would you like to join me, sweetheart?”

Words failing you, you nodded and followed Queenie over to the sofa, sitting down beside the blonde. You watched her pour the hot liquid into two cups, noticing how her teeth caught her tongue between her lips as she concentrated.

She glanced up at you. “Want a marshmallow?”

“What’s a marshmallow?” You asked her.

“Sweetie, you have not lived until you’ve tasted a marshmallow. Here,” Queenie picked up a fluffy white square from the tray and held it up to your mouth.

You looked at her questioningly before opening your mouth and biting into it. Queenie watched you, biting her lip as you tasted your first marshmallow.

It tasted like heaven.

“That’s really good, heh.” You chuckled as you swallowed.

Queenie just smiled, watching you take a sip of your hot cocoa. You glanced up, noticing her stare at you and allowed yourself to take in every feature of her face; her light green eyes, delicate nose and plump pink lips-

Why did she have such an affect on you?

Queenie’s eyes softened, her hand reaching out to tuck a stray strand of your (Y/H/C) behind your ear. “It’s okay, honey. You’ll realise it in your own time.” She caressed your cheek briefly before standing up to bid you goodnight.

You bit your lip as you watched her open the door to her bedroom, stopping to give you a small smile before closing the door quietly.

Sighing, you held your cheek where Queenie’s hand had been moments before, trying to decipher her words.

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Part 2, maybe? What do you think? X

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Title: It’s Okay, Honey (Part 2)

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

Pairing: Queenie Goldstein x fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff.

Basic Summary: The reader has been Newt’s best friend since first year at Hogwarts and has always denied who she is until she meets Queenie in New York.

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“You boys are lucky I was there to save your behinds.” You stated, making your way down inside Newt’s case.

Newt and Jacob had tried to catch the Arumpemt, failing before you had stepped in before all hell broke loose at the MACUSA. Queenie, being a Legilimens, overheard your thoughts and had saved you, Newt, the Muggle and her sister.

“You should’ve just asked for my help in the first place, Fido. You know she loves me because I’m a woman.” You teased your best friend Newt about the Arumpemt.

“She’s not the only one.” Newt mumbled under his breath, getting the creatures’ feed prepared.

“Huh?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Newt said quickly, shaking his head. “I see you and Queenie are getting on famously.”

“Yeah, so?” You bent over to pick up a bag of feed.

“She’s nice. Sweet. Good for you.” He muttered the last part.

“I suppose. Yeah, she’s very sweet. And kind and… beautiful.” You trailed off thinking off the blonde Legilimens before snapping out of your thoughts. “She’s a good friend.”

Newt gave you that oh-so-familiar sad smile like he knew something you didn’t. It drove you nuts.

“Don’t give me that look.”

Newt shot you a confused look.

“That look like you pity me or something. There’s nothing to be pitied.”

Newt sighed, placing the bag of feed down. “(Y/N), you- you’re not happy.”

Now you were confused. “Of course I am. I’m happy here with you, like old times.”

He ran a hand through his hair, walking towards you. “I know - and I’m happy here with you too - but it’s like… Like you have a chip on your shoulder. Like you keep putting something off, putting yourself in denial.”

Tears pricked your eyes and deep down you knew why. “I’m not- I’m not in denial.”

Newt rested his forehead against yours, sighing. “(Y/N), you’re my best friend. I just want you to be happy. It’s okay.”

Your tears spilled over and your breath caught in your throat. Newt pulled you into a hug, his arms tightening around you.

“It’s not… Me. It can’t be.” You cried into his shirt.

Your best friend smoothed your hair with his hand as he held you. “Nothing that’s a part of you is bad, remember that (Y/N). It’s not wrong, it’s who you are.”

“Aw, you two are such cute friends.” Queenie’s voice broke the silence.

You and Newt broke apart at the sound of the two sisters descending into the case and you wiped your tears from your face.

Queenie looked at you, her eyes soft but sad.

Tina opened her mouth so speak before being cut off by Frank’s thunderous calls.

Newt whipped around, eyeing his creature. “Danger.”

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After revealing Grindelwald, you sat on the platform as Newt healed your shoulder wound. The dark wizard had managed to free his wand to aim at Newt before you stepped in front of him.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry-”

“Newtie, it’s not your fault. You would have done the same for me, it’s okay.” You cut your best friend off as he helped you stand up.

“(Y/N)! Oh, I’m so glad you’re alright.” You turned at the sound of Queenie’s voice before being enveloped by shades of pink. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms tight around the blonde witch.

“I thought I’d lost you.” Her silvery voice whispered in your ear, close to tears.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You buried your face in Queenie’s curls, her perfume filling your nose.

‘This feels right.’ You thought before Queenie pulled away to let Jacob hug you.

After years and years of denying that part of yourself, years of living in denial, you knew now that you couldn’t deny it any longer. After years of Newt subtly trying to reassure you that it was okay. It was okay. It was who you are and that wasn’t wrong.

Licking your lips nervously, you glanced over at Queenie to find her green eyes already staring at you. Your heart pounded in your chest and you knew that you would probably never get the chance again once you boarded the boat back to Britain.

Swallowing, you walked briskly over to the beautiful blonde, cupping her face gently with your hands. Her light eyes brightened and you slowly brought your lips to hers.

You had kissed men before but those experiences had never felt like this. Kissing Queenie felt like coming home to warmth after all day in the rain. You felt a weight drop off your shoulders as you finally embraced that part of you.

You broke apart and Queenie looked at you, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling too much.

“I knew you’d realise it in your own time.” She brushed a hair from your face.

Newt looked at the pair of you, beaming with pride and happiness for his best friend.

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Imagine making love to Queenie in the Goldstein Apartment

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Imagine falling in love with Queenie after meeting her in the Wand Permit Office of MACUSA

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Say my name

Request by @newt-loves-tina​ :

Okay but imagine Queenie walking in on fem!reader pleasuring themselves and she reads that they’re thinking of her (as well as moaning out her name too)…*retreats into corner with my dirty mind*

Warnings: duh NSFW

Pairings: Queenie x fem!reader

It has been a long day for you to say the least. Graves worked your ass off, Tina wouldn’t give you any slack whatsoever, three missions were assigned to you just that morning. Your whole body ached, and you needed to relax yourself somehow. 

You threw your body on your bed, ignoring both Tina and Newt, and with a flick of your wand, the door shut automatically. Your eyes finally closed, feeling like thousand pounds was lifted off your eyelids. You could go to sleep, but you weren’t tired. Drowsy maybe, exhausted? Duh, but you couldn’t take a nap, no matter how hard you tried for the span of what felt like thirty minutes. 

A thought came to mind, a rather…inappropriate thought. For you, there was always another way of relaxing yourself, which was pleasuring yourself thinking about a certain blonde.

You were positive Queenie was not in the apartment, she was probably held back to do some writing back at MACUSA so it was the perfect time. Since she could read minds, she could probably hear you thinking about her in the most delicious ways. 

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Sex with Queenie would include pt.2

So this is part two where you guys are actually in a relationship and you’ve both done it before just to let you know

Ships: Queenie goldstein x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw duh

After your first or second time with her, she pretty much knows all your hot spots.

she doesn’t like to read your mind while you two are in the bedroom because she feels its cheating to some degree and likes to guess how you scream

her leaving hickies everywhere but mostly your inner thighs

she practically worships your thighs

scratch marks on your back and hers

people asking if you are okay if you have bruises on your neck or back and you have to have some elaborate story to avoid people knowing your dating Queenie

Tina laughing after your pretty much purple

Queenie having very plump pink lips by the end of the night and start of the morning

You thinking of what she would do to you and vise versa and have her squirm in her seat because all she wants to do is those things

her being REALLY good with her fingers

Hate sex isn’t really a thing with her because she always loves you no matter what and loves your body for you

she loves taking the time to kiss every inch of your body which makes you want to scream 

She loves when your vocal because then everyone can hear that your hers

hate sex isn’t a thing but she will probably fuck you if someone tests her position with you

she always whispers “i love you” all the time, doesn’t matter if she is just groping your breasts, your making you come. She loves those three words

her favorite word(s): “holy hell Y/N” “star of david!”

she is very very vocal and you love that as well

so um I had to get that off my mind because I love Queenie so much like, protect her please and she would be a kinky little shit tbh

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I’m a genius!

Queenie x fem! reader where the reader fixes something and exclaims “kiss me, I’m a genius!” and actually does get kissed by Queenie and she gets super flustered.

Ships: Queenie Goldstein x fem!reader

warnings: just pure fluff

You weren’t the best at cooking. Even as a witch, your skills weren’t great. It wasn’t all just flicking a wand. Well, it was, but you weren’t too good at it. Your skills were more into other things like transfiguration and potions. Queenie loved baking, however. Queenie really wanted to teach you how to bake and cook, which you thought wasn’t the greatest idea.

“Please Y/N!” Her please was very drawn out. She was practically on her knees begging. You didn’t realize she was this passionate. Her big puppy dog eyes got the best of you though.

“Fine…” She jumped for joy, grabbing your hand tightly and yanking you to the small kitchen they had. Their apartment wasn’t big, but the kitchen was an okay size to fit the both of you. 

“Wand technique is your best friend in this field, Y/N.” She stood up straight and pulled up her wand, the long wooden carved wand laying gently in her arched in hand. She put it up like a statue and showed you how to hold your wand. You swiftly jerked it out of your pocket, stumbling with your hands, trying to be as perfect as her. 

A part of you wanted to impress her, to show her that you were practically a natural, though it seemed dumb to impress her…she was only your friend. You moved that thought away to pay attention to her.

She moved her wand up like it snapped out of her hand. You tried your best moving your wand that fast, which it sort of worked. She giggled at your attempts and you furrowed your eyebrows together. 

“What?” Your voice squeaked and your face became a dark shade of red. You looked at your feet as she couldn’t stop laughing. 

“Come on, hun, I need to teach you,” she reassured. Suddenly, some weight off your shoulders fell and you looked back up at her. She had a big grin, her dimples showing and her light green eyes glimmering at you.

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Twenty minutes past and you were getting the hang up it. Your hand ached from holding your wand in weird ways, but you started to smile as you were actually making something. 

You were looking at an old cook book that was your mother’s and on the top of the page read “Apple pie with cinnamon sugar.” You always loved when your mother would make it, so why not try it yourself.

Queenie was sitting in the corner, her arms crossed over her chest and a big smirk drawn across her face. Your eyebrows knitted together once more and you stopped baking to look at her.

“What?” You chuckled. She shook her head and moved her hand to signal you to keep going. So finally the apple pie rested onto the table, of course with some fancy objects Queenie had to include.

You wiped a sweat and couldn’t help but smile like a big idiot because you actually made something, an apple pie!

“I’m a genius! Kiss me!” You laughed at your joke but all the sudden you felt soft, plump lips on your own and saw curls in front of your face. Queenie actually…kissed-wait-

You mumbled something into her mouth, causing her to pull back only inches away. Her eyes were dark and instead of light green, they were a moss green now. Her lips were larger and swollen from kissing you so hard. Your face becomes red and something pools in your stomach and your heart flutters. You’ve never seen someone so beautiful and raw and vulnerable all at the same time. 

You bit your lip, breathless like you just ran two flights of stairs. Words suddenly meant nothing to you, like you’ve never learned English. Her giggle was different, it was low but angelic. 

“You okay there, hun?” she grinned deviously. You dove in and took another kiss, the best mistake ever.

I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes

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Jealous!Queenie would include

So I was thinking about this and jealous Queenie would be really hot but really cute so here you go!

Queenie repeatedly whispering in your ear “Your mine”. 

Her kissing you from time to time in front of people who also like you to show who you belong to

her maybe putting a hex charm but she doesn’t allow you to know or does’t validate she does it

Her hugging you a bunch and putting her nose into your neck and giving you neck kisses.

knowing you sweet spots so in turn she’d be touching you all night, making you crazy for her

More dominant around men or women when she can hear their thoughts.

If she sees anyone flirting with you she’ll grab you hand and rudely smile at the person to show who’s yours.

Her getting really upset because sometimes she is really insecure about your relationship

Cuddling with her to make her feel better because you love her so much, you wouldn’t trade her for the world and stars. 

Her making pouting faces at you which means she wants you in bed NOW

She likes to show who is boss in bed especially when she is jealous, she likes to tease you a lot too because she is jealous.

She wants you to know how good she makes you feel and how nobody else can make you feel so great and feel like your on fire.

Trying to turn your attention to something else or full blown whining.

“I don’t like him” she’ll probably say that a lot

So thats all i can think of, I’m gonna take my gay self away now thanks

[queer-for-queenie]

Queenie x reader

PROMPT: Imagine being a work college of Tina and meeting Newt. You do everything you could do to help and get invited to Tina’s house where you meet Queenie. First you don’t seem to think much of it as a pleasure but you soon realize you fell in love with her. You tell her after you came bloody home, being hurt by a mob of no-maj but not wanting to hurt them in anway. (Sorry that I ask so much, I just like your stories so much!) <3

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Thanks for the prompt @fandomsfanman ! More requests are welcome, everyone!

You didn’t think it was much really. You liked Tina and she needed help, so you helped her. Especially when you knew she was already being watched carefully by your superiors after making that witch hater suspicious of your kind. So you helped by tracking down the No-Maj in possession of the mysterious suitcase that belonged to the British guy she was with. Apparently Tina was very grateful because a few days later, after the discovery of Grindlewald and the entire disaster that came with it concerning the Obscurus, Tina invited you to her home for dinner. You had been working with Tina for several years but you had never actually been to her home before and considering you were rather close friends, that was a strange thought. So you obliged.

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