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I’m Not That Scary... Don’t Give Me That Look

Star Wars (The Prequels) One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Darth Maul

Warnings: violence-ish

Request: “can you do a shy/sensible reader x Darth Maul please? Like she is too shy to talk to him or look at him in the eyes. I really love what you write, it’s so amazing! and sorry if my request is formulated wrong, I’m a french-Canadian. >< big love <3 - anon

Word Count: 803

A/N: Your request is fine !! Hope it’s okay, and thank you so much !!

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Card Suits AU - King of Hearts, Ouma Kokichi

Ok so I came up with the idea for this au at like 3 in the morning and it stuck with me for the entire day, so now here I am. 

I’ll probably post something separate explaining a little more about this au, but basically all of the ndrv3 characters represent one of the four card suits and hold a position of either King, Queen, Jack, or Ace.

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Isaac Lahey x Werewolf!Reader

Requested by @lildoog-ish​ ♥

Warnings: Sexual content, teasing. (obviously)
Word count: 819


”Holy shit!” Isaac muffled when he jumped through your window, flinching when he caught your scent. Late night visits were standard when you weren’t in school. He usually came at night to take care of your sick self, but this time you stayed home because of the raging lust of mounting every boy in school, which might just as well be a disease.

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12 Days of Christmas- Day One: Newt Scamander

One down, three to go in order to keep up with the days.

It’s a little longer than I was thinking it would be, and it not exactly gift giving, but I had a lot of fun writing this and I  feel like it’s definitely something that would happen with Newt. It’s predominately a platonic fic but there is kind of hints of romance and stuff. Plus it has mild awkwardness.


There was nothing quite like Hogwarts during the holidays. Everything was warm and fuzzy, and there was something in the air that made people feel at home even though they weren’t. Newt Scamander had no plans to go home this holiday; his mother had her hands full with several hippogriff calves and wouldn’t be able to give her full attention to him during the Holidays. Unfortunately, Leta Lestrange was going home for the holiday, leaving him utterly alone.

Well, not entirely alone. Y/N was still here. Granted, they weren’t as close as what he and Leta were, but he still enjoyed her company. They never really talked outside of the common room and at the table for meals; mainly because she was a year above him and his classes varied from hers. He knew that she was fascinated by magical plants, and also with magical creatures but not nearly to his extent. She listened to him, though, when he would ramble for hours about redcaps and hinkypunks, and he would do the same when she babbled on about mandrakes and gillyweed.

He enjoyed listening to her talk; she was passionate about plants and he couldn’t help but smile as her eyes lit up with excitement as she explained to him her Herbology assignment. And she was kind and sweet to him, which was more than most people were. Outside of Leta and Y/N, he had no one in this place to talk to. Everyone kind of left him to himself, and everyone left his friends to themselves, too. Especially Y/N, as of late.

She usually kept to herself on her own, not because of anyone’s comments but because she prefered plants over people. Recently, however, people had been steering clear of her. Within the past couple of months, she had started…talking to herself. Not that Newt found it weird, he felt as though he had done much odder things than that. It was enough, however, to have people walk around her in the hallways.

“Uhh, hey Newt,” a soft voice stammered, stirring the small boy from his thoughts. The Great Hall was fairly quiet to begin with, so her voice was fairly easy to recognize.

“Y/N! Umm, hello. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I, uhh…well…I was kind of wondering if you were busy later? I uhh, I kind of have something to give you.”

Newt looked at her inquisitively, “You mean like a christmas present?”

“Uhh…I mean…I guess you could call it that if you really wanted to,” Y/N said, “But I can’t really…give it to you now. Does…tonight in the common room work for you?”

“Well, I’d have to check my schedule,” Newt joked, trying to ease the tension. She seemed uncharacteristically nervous around him, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t making him worry as well.

She smiled a little, “Does like…midnight or so work for you? Or just…whenever the common room is emptiest?”

“I’ll be there, I promise,” Newt said, “I would hate to leave my friend waiting.”

“Okay, great! I’ll uhh, see you later then,” she said, waving at him before hurrying off. He noticed her peak into her robes for just a fleeting moment, as though she were checking if her wand was still in the pockets of her robes.

This left him in a predicament he wasn’t sure how to get out of; he had nothing to give to her. There certainly wasn’t enough time to give her something thoughtful and well planned out. He would have to improvise, find something that wasn’t much but at the same time still enough to make her seem special. She was special, after all. She was his friend, and he didn’t want her to feel disappointed in not receiving anything.

He sighed, thinking of what he could do. She loved plants, and plants had a way with her. From what he had heard, she had always received top marks in herbology. Maybe…maybe he could give her something related to plants?

He decided it would be best to talk to the herbology professor about it, and after some careful deliberation, he received a small potted moly plant which he graciously paid seven sickles for. He was surprised how well he had avoided confrontation about it. Not a single student nor teacher questioned him, and he hadn’t seen Y/N anywhere for the secret to be revealed prematurely. He decided to spend the rest of the day in the commons, drawing diagrams of nifflers and bowtruckles until he either saw Y/N, or the common room trickled down. In the end, he saw her first, and the two spend a rather enjoyable afternoon together just talking and playing chess. He couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend the day, in all honesty.

Eventually, after they had had supper and resumed their spot in the common room, their fellow students began to leave the common room, and they were alone. As soon as the last person left, Newt excused himself. He quickly ran upstairs, grabbed the moly plant from his bedside table, and hurried down the stairs with the plant behind his back. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he made his way down, but he didn’t let it stop him from reaching the bottom.

“So, Y/N. You know how you said that you had gotten me something?” Newt asked, trying to remain cool and nonchalant, “Well, I had managed to get you something, too.”

“Newt, you really didn’t have to–” Y/N began, but before she could say anything else he gingerly placed the plant in front of her.

“Ta da!” He exclaimed quietly, “I uhh, had to ask the herbology professor if he had any suggestions as to what I could give to you, and I think he was okay with one of these going to you because he knew it would go to a proper home. He thinks you’re extraordinary with plants, and if the way you talk about them is any indicator, I think he’s probably right.”

Y/N paused, looking at the plant with a quiet wonder. She smiled, slowly at first but it quickly became a large grin.

“Thank you, Newt. It’s beautiful, and a beautiful specimen, too. Thank you so much! And uhh, I have something–err, someone for you, too. He told me off today because I kept calling him a something but I didn’t want it to sound odd.”

Newt tilted his head and squinted his eyes, trying to riddle out what exactly she might be giving him. He watched as she peeked into her robes again, where two tiny sprigs of leaves poked out from the top.

“It’s okay,” she said calmly and soothingly, “I promise he’ll be super nice. He’s like the nicest person I know…we’ve talked about this, you can’t stay in my dorm with me…I’m too worried that something might happen to you…I promise he won’t hurt you.”

She stuck her hand in her pocket, and her pleasant expression turned into an ever so slightly irritated one, “Now, Gregory, no one likes a stick in the mud…Newton Scamander is one of the gentlest, most kind people I know; you’ll be safer with him than you will with me…c’mon…that’s it…don’t be shy…”

Slowly she removed her hands from her pocket. And there, clinging onto the girl’s fingers for dear life, was a tiny bowtruckle.

“I found him in my robes a couple of months back. I think he must have hidden in my wand pocket while I was in my herbology class,” she explained, “I didn’t want to leave him in there; there’s not much of a food source in there, and there’s not really a wand tree on the grounds that he could make himself home. And it was too cold to send him outside. I can’t keep him in my room, though; there’s been a couple of close calls with the girls thinking he’s a spider, and I’d rather him not meet the business end of a history book. So, I was wondering if maybe you would like to take care of him? He’s really timid, so he won’t be much trouble. He’s a little clingy with wands, though. At least, he was with mine. I think it’s because he comes from a willow tree, too.”

“Hello, Gregory,” Newt said as a cautious whisper, his eyes full of the same wonder that were in Y/N’s not that long ago, “My name is Newton, but everyone calls me Newt. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“See? He’s not so bad, is he?” Y/N asked. She turned her attention back to Newt, “I know this isn’t what you were expecting. I know you probably thought I was going to give you an actual gift instead of him, but I didn’t know who else would take as good of care of him. I don’t really know how to take care of them, but I figured you might be able to at least help. If you don’t want to, or if you can’t, I understand. I just…I wanted him to go to a good home.”

“He’s perfect. Just a little shy, that’s all. It’s common with bowtruckles; they’re usually very timid unless you hurt their tree. I’m surprised this one is so far away from home. What made you decide on Gregory as a name?”

“Well, he didn’t really like Truckleberry Finn,” Y/N said, “Eventually I just started listing off names and he seemed to like Gregory.”

“Is he who’ve you been talking to the past couple of months?” Newt asked, “When everyone else just thought you had been talking to yourself?”

Y/N nodded, “He doesn’t like being left alone, so I kept him with me. He moves around a lot sometimes, so I have to remind him to hold still. He’s a sweetheart, honest. He’s just shy and scared.”

“I promise I’ll take the best care of him. Thank you, Y/N. Honestly, thank you. I promise he won’t be in better hands…aside from yours I mean. Not that your hands are nice…I mean they are, it’s just…” He paused, trying to put the words together, “I’ll make sure I take as good of care of him as you did.”

“I’m sure you will,” Y/N said with a laugh.

“And I’ll even let you see him whenever you want, too! That way he doesn’t get too homesick or anything.”

She smiled, and he felt a blush rise to his cheeks as she answered, “I’d like that very much.”

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“Did you have to hit me where I’m weak? Baby, I couldn’t breathe
and rub it in so deep, salt in the wound like you’re laughing right at me.”
Taylor Swift Art Challenge: 1989 - Track 08 Bad Blood

anonymous asked:

request: robstar after some big fight scene (post-canon kiss) and maybe they are super emotional and damaged but one of them confess that they love the other?

Realization.

The flames raged on in the background as the fight dwindled around them. It had taken them all by surprise, without a doubt.

Overload was a serious criminal, of course, but they never suspected to create such mass chaos and destruction for no reason other than to steal something.

This… this was different. He had crossed the line. He had taken lives today. There were children that were now orphaned and parents who had had the most precious thing in their lives taken away from them.

He had managed to use his electrical sparks and components to commit arson which engulfed a building in scorching flames, only to spread to a second complex.

Overload had fought with a ferocity today; as if his past crimes were something not quite to the level he wanted.

Even in the way he fought had shocked them all. They were all in pain; all had injuries from the lingering battle.

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Bestfriends - Tate Langdon Smut

Requested: kinda ish but i kinda changed the plot bc the idea of best friend tate makes my vagina hurt (send me more requests)
Type: fluffy smut
Summary: you’ve recently moved into “Murder House” and quickly become very close with your neighbor Constance’s son, Tate. au where you’re having a sleepover with bestfriend!Tate when you accidentally make him hard and end up having hot sex with him

!!!!IMPORTANT!!!! this is predeath Tate, so he’s alive.
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Moving into a new town, new house & new school seems scary, but not as scary as finding out you’re living in the acclaimed “Murder House.” The good thing that happened sine you moved in was Tate. He was your neighbor’s son, an from the moment you first saw him when you were helping yoour mom unpack the moving truck, you had to admit you had a little crush on him.

…Or, maybe not so little. Okay, so you had a huge crushon him. The first time you saw him, you guys had very awkward eye contact, before he smiled as his cheeks flushed bright red. He started walking over to you and asked if you needed help unpacking.


“Oh, that’s very sweet of you, but I’m sure you’ve got other things to do. I wouldn’t wanna bore you with this junk all afternoon.”


Tate laughed and introduced himself. “I’m Tate, I live next door.”


“Y/N,” you replied with a smile.


Tate immediatey turned towards the truck and grabbed a box with your name scrawled on the side in Sharpie. “So, Y/N, why don’t ou show me where your room is?”


The two of you had spent the day bonding over your shared music taste, and even when the unpacking was finished, you and Tate ended up having so much fun that neither of you wanted him to go.


And, lucky enough, you had a couple classes together in school. Which was great for both of you, considering that Tate didn’t have a lot of friends either (which you really didn’t understand). And now, here you were, two months later, and the two of you were inseperable. So every day the two of you would walk to school, eat lunch together, and then walk home together. And on most days, you’d go to one of your houses and do your homework together. The two of you would sit together and listen to bands like Nirvana and Blink-182 while you did your homework. Occasionally you’d even end up in a position that most people would call cuddling– sometimes just sitting with your arms wrapped around each other or laying with your head in the crook of his neck, or even spooning. But so far the two of you were just friends. And although you maybe wished it was more than that, you didn’t want to push anything.


Today, Friday, Tate met you at your locker after your last period. “Hey,” he smiled, leaning up against the wall. “Do you wanna go to mine today? My mom’s out of town with some guy this weekend.”


“Sure. Can I spend the night? My mom’s working late, and I’ll be bored without you.”


Twenty-ish minutes later, the two of you arrived at Tate’s house. You laid back on his bed while Tate put in a movie. He danced goofily on his way bak to the bed as the opening music came on, and you let out a giggle and opened your arms towards him in a “stop being an idiot and come cuddle with me” gesture.


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A while later, your eyes slowly cracked open, and you turned in Tate’s bed to look at the clock. 7:30. ‘We must have fallen asleep during the movie,’ you thought. You probably weren’t going to go back to sleep soon, but you figured you may as well change into what you were going to sleep in if you weren’t going anywhere in between then. You glanced over at Tate, who was still passed oout on the bed and shrugged. He wouldn’t mind if you changed in here, rght? I mean, he is asleep after all.


You pulled one of his T-Shirts out of his dresser, and started undressing yourself. Just as you pulled off your jeans and unclasped your bra, Tate rubbed his eyes and slowly turned over.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” you said quickly, holding the T-Shirt in front of your chest. “I thought you were asleep.”


“I-I, uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to-” he stumbled with his words, but you just giggled in response.


“Don’t worry about it.” You turned to face the wall, and pulled the shirt over your head. It went down to about mid-thigh on you,so you skipped pants. You walked back over to your side of the bed, and climbed under the covers. “Spoon me.”


“Um…” he looked nervous, but you weren’t sure why. You’d had sleepoers before, and you usally slept in jut one of his shirts if you were at his house. Plus the two of you cuddled all the time, so you weren’t sure what the problem was. “Uh, o-okay.”


You turned away from him, and he put his arms around your waist but didn’t let his body touch your backside. You frowned, and scooted back until your back was flush against his chest. “Oh my god, wait, do you have a boner?”


You turned around so you were facing him, laughing a little bit. “Stop laughing Y/N, it’s embarassing. Besides it’s not my fault the girl I have crush on decided to get almost naked right in front of me.”


You cuddled in closer to him and put your arm around his waist. “Just shut up and kiss me already.” You whispered. Tate slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to yours softly. His hands tangled into your hair and a few minutes later, the two of you were having a full out makeout session. You straddled him, careful not to break the kiss, and noticed his boner was even more prominent now. “Do you wanna… you know?”Tate bit his lip. “I do, b-but only if you want to. I haven’t really, um, done this before.”“Me neither,” You responded shyly, “but there’s no one else I’d rather be with for my first time.”

“Me too.” Tate smiled, letting one hand rest on your hip and the other one push a strand of hair behind your ear. You pulled your (well, his) shirt over your head, and you could feel your cheeks flushing. Even though he’d seen your bare chest just a little bit earlier, it was only for a second, and no one else had ever seen you like this before.


One corner of his mouth lifted up in a smile, “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” You leaned down to kiss him in response, tugging at the bottom of his shirt as a hint that he should undress too. He gingerly lifted you of of him and placed you gently on the bed. He stood up to undress, so you slid your panties off and tossd them with the rest of your clothes.“Oh, wait,” Tate mumbled, reaching into his nightstand for a condom.


“What, you expected this to happen?” you aske with a laugh.


His face flushed and you could tell he was embarassed as he answered, “Well, no, I-I just have the ones they give you at school… You know, just in case.”Once Tate was sully naked and had the condom on, he climbed on top of you, careful not to hurt you, and lined himself up with your entrance. “Are you sure you still want to, baby?”“Yes, I’m completely sure.” You assured him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.


Tate planted a kiss on the tip of your nose, and then started pushing into you. “You doing alright?”“Mhm,” you replied. You’d expected it to hurt more, but it was just kind of uncomfortable at first. “You can start moving.”


Tate started slowly, scattering kisses all over your collarbones and breats as he went. You could tell Tate was holding back so as not to hurt you, so you let out a quiet moan to encourage him. His eyes widened a bit and he bit his lip as he started to quicken his pace. You could feel a buzzing feeling start in the pit of your stomach, and you bit your lip to try and keep quiet.Tate must have noticed, because he mumbled, “Don’t hold it in, baby. I wanna hear all your pretty sounds.” 

Feeling your orgasm close, you reached down to your clit, and let out a loud groan. Tate started going harder and faster, noticing you were close, and you . “Cum for me, princess.” Soon after, Tate moaedn against your chest as he released into the condom. The feeling made your nails scratch down his back and your toes curl as you came right after.


The two of you laid there together for a few minutes, sweating and panting, and not sure what to do next. He rolled off of you, pulled the cover over both of you, and wrapped his arms around you. Tate turned onto his side and rested his head on his hand. “You feel alright?”

You smiled and tunred to fac him. Never been better.”“Good.” he responded. You cuddled into his chest, breathing in his scent, and closed your eyes.


“I… I, um…” you barely heard Tate say. You looked up at him, confused. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Tate.” you smiled. “Now go to sleep, we gotta get up bright and early for a round two.”




hi guys !! im not sure if this is quite what you wanted but im not v good at wrting fluffy smut bc im a kinky little shit lmaooo anyway i hope this was ok!! and guess wHAT! IM FINISHING UP PART 4 OF KIDNAPPED RIGHT AFTER THIS, ITS TAKEN 6 MONTHS TO GET AROUND TO IT LMAO BUT ITLL BE POSTED TONIGHT! (if u wanna know when its posted u can turn my notifs on or shoot me a message and ill message u when i post it!!!) xx -l