#( everyone who liked it should have received smth )

[starphobe]

fh fandom back to wishing death on a fictional teenager for being mentally ill and not learning how to cope with that in a healthy way. what else is new

[vlindervin7]

muslims will act violently homophobic in a country that values gay rights and then act shocked when it reflects badly on their community

[apclyptc]

DUMB— chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis: reader is smart and top of her class in college. chris however, is not too interested in her intelligence.

warnings: full on smut, swearing and also drinking/smoking, use of the pet name baby, use of the word slut, dumbification, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex

“hit her from the back she can’t do nothing but yell,

and she smart as fuck i got this bitch straight out of yale”

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Ever since you were younger, you seemed to have a gift for memorising and holding information. Because of this, people assumed you studied constantly.

Obviously, you did study. But it wasn’t like you didn’t have a social life. You enjoyed college parties like any other person would.

So when a guy in your class invited you to his frat house for a party, of course you didn’t refuse.

The only thing was, this guy just happened to be Chris.

He was in your social studies class, usually sat at the very back with a couple of his friends in the lecture. You knew of each other, having shared mutual friends from other classes. You’d never really spoken to him one-to-one, mainly because he was always socialising with pretty much everyone, and while you weren’t shy, you also weren’t a huge fan of jumping into conversations with people who all knew each other prior.

It also didn’t help that Chris was the most attractive man you had seen in college, or maybe in your life.

You were good at hiding it, but he made you nervous. Of course, when he invited you to his fraternity house, you faked an air of confidence so you didn’t weird him out.

“Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” Chris began, and when you affirmed with a nod he continued, “I’m throwing a party tonight, you should come.” He threw a smile in your direction, and you pushed down the immediate feeling of giddiness before answering.

“Yeah sure, sounds good. When does it start?” You asked nonchalantly as you could.

“Around 10. You can come whenever, it will be on way into the morning anyway.”

“Great. Am I good to bring a couple friends?” You replied, not wanting to walk into a party alone.

“Yeah that’s fine with me. Ask your friend Lola, my buddy Nate has a thing for her. Just don’t tell him I told you that.” He smirked at you.

That smirk. You wished you could see that smirk while he was hovering over you as he sla—

“Lola, yeah! I’ll bring her along with me.” You snapped out of your less than decent reverie and gave Chris a response.

“Perfect. I’ll see you there, Y/N.” He gave a quick glance up and down your body before turning and walking away from you.

It was then you realised, you had absolutely nothing to wear. Plus, since Chris just personally asked you, you decided you may as well dress as hot as possible.

Y/N: hey lola, frat party tonight?

Lola: do u even have to ask??? usually it’s me dragging u to these things

Y/N: true lmao. i’m gonna need to borrow something from ur closet

Lola: ooooh why, do u need smth slutty?

Y/N: maybe

maybe i was personally invited by the party thrower

Lola: who

Y/N: chris 😇

Lola: GIRL-

ok ok i’ll give u the sluttiest thing i can find

come over later and we can pick something out for u

A couple of hours later once you were finished at college, you headed to your best friend Lola’s dorm.

You two had spent what seemed like hours choosing each other’s outfits.

“By the way, a little birdie told me that Nate has a thing for you.” You eyed Lola up, knowing she had a soft spot for him.

“Oh, really? That’s interesting. Totally unrelated but would you still happen to have that box of condoms I gave you for secret santa last year?” Lola gave you a suggestive look, raising her eyebrows.

“Of course. Already put two in my bag.” You both laughed.

You arrived at the party at 11:27, mainly because no one turns up to a party on time, but also because Lola took a ridiculous amount of time to get ready.

You met up with a couple of girls from the dorms opposite Lola, seeing as they were also invited.

As soon as you arrived, you were immediately shown to the kitchen where an array of bottles were displayed.

Vodka, whiskey, rum, tequila and practically any spirit you could think of, were decorated around the kitchen.

You grabbed two cups, one for you and Lola, and filled it with vodka and soda.

“Hey, I think I see Nate and Chris over there.” Lola points behind you through to the games room, where lo and behold, Nate and Chris were playing what looked like an intense game of beer pong.

The two of you walked over to them, Nate noticing you first.

“Hey! Come help me win the game, Lola.” He gestured for her to play with him.

Chris had then turned around to see you, that smirk appearing yet again.

“You gonna help me?”

You took a quick swig of the contents in your cup before joining Chris at the table.

“Atta girl. Nice of you to bring Lola for my bro.” He spoke in a low voice so that only you could hear.

“Chris, stop flirting and throw the damn ball.” Nate teased, and you felt your cheeks grow red.

Chris threw the ball into the cup closest to him, the object landing into the beer and making a splash.

“Drink up, fool.” he glanced at you to make sure you were watching.

After a while, you had enough to drink to give you a confidence boost, and were now invested in the game of beer pong.

It was down to one cup each, and you had to make the final shot.

“Come on, Y/N,” Chris spoke from behind you, “you got it.”

It was too hard to concentrate with his voice so close to your ear, and his body so close to yours. You threw the ball, but it narrowly missed the cup.

“Yes! Chris you’re a loser!” Nate laughed at his best friend across from the table, throwing his arm around Lola who had locked eyes with you as he did this.

‘Don’t forget the condom’, you mouthed to her playfully, and she winked, pointing to her pocket.

Nate and Lola had then disappeared together, leaving you alone with Chris.

“Sorry I missed the cup.” You joked.

“Apology accepted. You wanna smoke with me?” He pulled out a perfectly rolled joint from his pocket.

You weren’t a huge smoker, only joining with Lola occasionally when you felt like unwinding.

Nevertheless you agreed, deciding you may as well since you were at a party.

Chris lead you upstairs into his room. Your eyes immediately glanced around the room, taking in its appearance.

Chris sat on the edge of his bed, and you followed.

“Could you get my lighter, it’s in the top drawer over there.” He pointed to the bedside table at the wall, and you grabbed the device, passing it to him which he thanked you for.

“Lola and Nate seem to hit it off.” You spoke.

Chris held the joint between his lips, lighting it before replying, “he’s down bad for her. Has been for a while.”

You giggled to yourself, knowing Lola felt the same about him. It was a good feeling for you, because you knew Nate was a nice guy.

“They’re a good match. Nate’s a good guy for her." You responded, watching Chris take the first hit of weed and exhaling the thick smoke.

“Yeah? Is that what you’re into? Nice guys?” He asked you, taking another hit before passing it to you.

You took the joint from his hand and inhaled.

“I guess. I think I prefer someone more… unpredictable.” You had Chris in mind as you answered. You had yet to figure out why he invited you here himself, since you didn’t know each other that well.

“In what way?”

“I don’t know, someone I can’t figure out. I like to be kept on my feet, someone like Nate is easy to understand because he’s straightforward. Which is great for Lola, she deserves someone who is like that.” You thought about all the past few guys Lola had a thing with. They weren’t that nice.

You passed the joint back to Chris who had his eyes trained on you as you spoke.

“So you like the tension, not knowing when or if someone wants you.” He tried to understand.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice when it’s easy. But..” You trailed off.

“It’s more fun not to know.” Chris finished your trail of thought as if he knew the feeling.

“Exactly.”

A comfortable silence sat between you, passing the joint back and forth until it was gone.

“I have a question.” You asked, breaking the silence.

Chris tapped the joint out on his bedside table, and brought his attention back to you, “Go ahead.”

“Why did you invite me here? I mean, it’s not that I didn’t want to come, it’s just that we haven’t really talked much.” You asked, needing to know.

Chris chuckled.

“I thought it was more fun not to know?” He smirked, using your own logic against you.

“Come on! Tell me.” You persisted.

Chris leaned in closer to you, and you could swear your heart was beating out of your chest.

“I always see you in class,” He began to explain, continuing to close the gap between you, “sitting close to the front, answering all the questions. You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?”

The tension was palpable, and you felt yourself grow wetter as his low voice penetrated your ears.

“I want an answer.” He demanded.

“I- I guess so.” Your voice wavered, all of a sudden finding it hard to speak.

“I’ve always wanted to see how long it takes until I can make you speechless.”

And it surely didn’t take long, because in moments his lips were on yours.

It was as if every guy you had dated never existed, the feeling of Chris kissing you overrode any experience you had thus far.

His left hand rested on the back of your neck while his other hand took the opportunity to roam around your body, from your thighs to your chest, until it landed on your waist.

Your hands swiftly made their way to his arm and hair, while deepening the kiss he had started.

In a quick movement he lifted you onto his lap, letting both his hands find purchase on your waist.

With your arms wrapped around his neck, you slowly moved your hips rhythmically, earning a soft grunt from him.

Pulling away, he spoke, “You want to do this?”

You nodded, before asking the same of him.

“Do you?”

That same smirk that sent you reeling reappeared again.

“Does this answer your question?” He grinded his hips upwards into you, allowing you to feel his growing hard-on.

A whine escaped from your lips.

“No more talking.”

You reconnected your lips to his, the energy of the room turning into heated passion.

Chris’ hands slowly dragged down to your ass, kneading them with roughness.

You whined again, unable to stop any sounds from leaving your mouth.

The sound of the ongoing party downstairs could be faintly heard from inside the room, but you paid it no mind. You couldn’t, not while Chris had all his attention on you.

He briefly paused to take off the top you were wearing, and then resumed with his skilled tongue, sliding against yours. He took you off his lap, not separating from you for a moment as he laid you down on your back.

“Such a smart girl in class,” he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it behind him, “Does anyone know that you’re really just a little slut?” He kissed your neck, then your jaw.

“I need an answer.” Chris demanded again, and you rubbed your thighs together in want.

“No.” You breathed.

“No, what?” His hand glided up your thigh, separating them.

“I’m not a slut.” You managed to find words.

“So if I reach in between your legs, right now, you won’t be dripping for me?”

You knew you were.

A hand snaked through your skirt, pulling aside your underwear, and he slowly dragged a finger down your pussy.

“I’ve barely touched you. Do you want me to? Want me to touch you right here?” His finger, coated in your slickness, inched its way inside, just enough for you to feel it, but not enough to satisfy you.

You bucked your hips up, trying to feel something, anything.

But Chris pulled his hand away, causing you to whine in frustration.

Luckily for you, he wanted to feel you so badly, he couldn’t tease you for long. He grabbed the hem of your skirt, pulling it down your legs and threw it in the same direction as his shirt.

“I want to hear you. You love opening that mouth when we’re in class.” And with that, he pulled your underwear aside and attached his mouth straight to your throbbing clit.

All you could do was moan and writhe in his bed as he delved into your wet cunt, licking up all the arousal like a starved man.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging on it desperately. The vibrations from the groan that left his mouth sent waves of pleasure tearing through your body.

Chris’ hands dug into the flesh of your thighs as they instinctively tried to close around his head.

“Fuck, right there!” You moaned loudly as his tongue dove inside your hole.

One of his hands left your thigh and drew circles on your clit, causing you to arch your back at the white-hot pleasure you felt from his ministrations.

Chris could feel his dick pulsate through his pants at the sounds you were making. He needed to feel you.

“You want me to fuck you, huh? Fill you up good?” He asked, and you knew by now he wanted an answer.

“Please, please, please.” Were the only words you could muster, too high on the feeling Chris had given you with his mouth.

He wasted no time on giving you what you were begging for, quickly discarding his pants and boxers, along with your bra and soaked panties.

Lining himself up with your entrance, he slid his dick over the slick of your pussy and pushed the tip in.

Your eyes had shut in anticipation, but when he made no attempt to move you opened your eyes to look at him.

He had waited until you made eye contact with him before pushing his entire dick inside you.

You both moaned at the full feeling, your walls contracting around him.

After a few seconds, Chris began to move.

Thrusting in and out at a slow pace as if to torture you, he shuddered, revelling in the feeling of your tight cunt.

“Fuck, feels so good baby.” You whined at the pet name, bringing his face down so you could kiss him again.

He started picking up the pace after this, your tongues smashing together in absolute need.

“Faster, faster.” You babbled, drunk off the sensation of his cock piston in and out of you.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you dumb?” He grunted, loving how you could barely string full sentences together.

“Yes, yes, please. Need you deeper.”

The dirty words spilling from your mouth caused him to moan, and he flipped you onto all fours.

“Wanna see that pretty little ass bounce while I fuck you.” He muttered as he entered you yet again.

His pace was relentless, his balls slapping against you from the way he was pounding deep inside you.

You were just making sounds as you tried to say “Harder, faster, more,” but the words couldn’t form properly.

“The slut wants more? Can’t even speak but you’re begging for more?” He taunted you from behind.

You felt a sharp slap on your ass, followed by a soothing rub directly after. You practically yelled as Chris’ hand came down, your cunt convulsing.

“Knew you’d like that,” he slapped your cheek again, “Can feel you squeezing around me.”

You could feel the knot in your stomach unraveling, and you knew you wouldn’t last longer.

“Chris, gonna cum.” You managed to speak between moans.

“Come on baby, need you to cum while I’m inside you.” He groaned, trying to hold his own release off.

His words guided you right to your orgasm, shaking and crying while you came.

“Fuck, you want my cum inside you? Want me to stuff you full?” His pace was losing rhythm, chasing his orgasm while simultaneously overstimulating you.

“Mm, cum inside me. Want to feel it.” You cried, thrusting into him so you could feel more of him.

“So good, feels so good. Oh, I’m gonna cum inside of you,” Chris rambled, “Gonna fill you up with it.”

His moans were uncontrollable, spilling out of him as he relished in the warm feeling of your pussy.

“Cumming.” He grunted, as ropes of his cum spurted out, coating your insides until there was nothing left.

You both took the time to catch your breath, as Chris pulled out of you with a shaky sigh.

“Let me get you a towel.”

You turned onto your back once more, trying to comprehend the mind blowing sex you just had while dozens of people were partying downstairs.

Chris came back with a towel, cleaning the both of you up and passing you your underwear back.

“Hey.” You finally spoke, tired from all the stamina you had just burned.

“Hey.” He replied back to you.

“That was… amazing.” You sighed.

“Yeah, it was fun.”

You weren’t sure if he wanted you to leave now, or if you were supposed to stay, so you opted to do nothing.

“Let me take you on a date.” He announced, and you laughed.

“Don’t you think we’ve done this all a little backwards?”

Chris smiled and brought your head to his shoulder.

“I guess I’m just unpredictable.”

You then remembered you didn’t even use the condom you brought with you. You’d have to make your first date with Chris a trip to the pharmacy.

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a/n haha…. always wear a condom, kids!

hope you enjoyed my first oneshot.

send me any requests you want me to write! i think i’m gonna do an nsfw alphabet next, for chris and matt too

[lowkeyrobin]

still so disappointed that mr pennycrumb [fives dog in the comics] didnt rlly appear much in the show </3

ok ok so its the academy's birthday and the reader is insanely good at gift giving and never forgets to give presents if theres smth special happening. they hand out the gifts to everyone except they avoid five and disappear w/o them knowing where they went, only to come back at dusk w/ a larger box. obviously five went insane and rambles on how worried he was before the reader finally shuts him up by plopping the box on him, and boom. theres a puppy.

[loved the last viktor fic btw. literally bawled my eyes out]

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OMG YES the only appearance we saw was in s3 when Luther went on a jog before he got napped :( ; and thank you!! I got bored and I couldn't extend it any further so it's kinda dumb but it's alr haha ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; also sorry this is so short and dumb idk writers block is so picky

FIVE HARGREEVES ; mr pennycrumb

summary ; when the umbrella academys birthdays roll around, you get five a whole ass dog

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; some of the gifts are related to hobbies/interests that are more of hcs than actual canon

word count ; 738

masterlist

When you walked into Allison's with multiple boxes and bags for the Hargreeves, they all knew you were at it again with your insane yet accurate gift giving. They started with cake, then moved over to presents.

Gift giving in the family was like secret Santa in a way. Everyone would essentially get gifts for all the others, and they'd pass around gifts one by one, usually by number order. Luther was always first, Viktor always last. Lila usually snuck in around Diego, because duh. Viktor had gotten used to being last, the forgotten one. But around his family now, he knew it wasn't like that anymore. He'd rather go last so everyone else could have their special time on their special day.

So, the group sets the gifts tagged for Luther on the table in front of him. The kids halfway watch from afar, paying attention to the TV and their toys more than their celebrating parents, aunts, and uncles.

You were among the minority in the house that didn't share a birthday with them, thank God. You would've gone insane over big birthdays like this.

Five, meanwhile, was going insane over you basically ignoring him all day.

You'd gotten Luther some workout gear, knowing he'd taken up going to the gym within the past couple of years. Among other gifts were little trinkets and other things he wanted. He was a little hard to shop for, never really wanting anything, enjoying the quality time over any gift giving.

Next was Diego, and inside the gift you got for him, was a knife sharpening kit. He'd lost his old one just in time. Lila came up next, receiving a few nice outfits you found for her and a gift card to Cosmoprof, as she'd been thinking about re-dyeing her hair to white again.

Next up was Allison, grateful for the numerous acting job business cards you'd given her on top of a bunch of books that were on her Amazon wishlist. She was a serious reader who wanted to get back into acting, now.

Klaus was after her, ecstatic about a carry-around cleaning kit. You were going to go with a joint maker to make his life easier before he got sober. Now he wouldn't need a full bag of cleaning supplies, he'd have your perfect gift.

Five decided to go last, wanting to watch his family be happy more than open presents himself.

Ben was next, receiving some letters from modeling agencies. As he should.

Viktor was second to last, very appreciative for the new drink recipes you'd made and found for him atop the pile of clothes you'd gotten him.

You disappeared around dusk, leaving Five to open his presents without presence. He was physically eighteen, mentally sixty-two today.

As he looks up, seeing the lack of you around, he hides a soft frown. He noticed how you weren't standing near him all night, how you barely even spoke around him.

"Did you do something to Y/n?" Klaus asks out of the blue. "They just kinda... dissappeared"

Five shrugs. "I don't think I did. Even if I did do something, they'd talk it out with me"

Allison shrugs. "I think that's them" she comments, looking out the screen door to see you pull up in your car again. "Diego, could you get the door?"

Diego turns around, unlocking the door for you, holding it open as he sees you holding a big box.

"Why is that box bigger than you?"

"Also, why is it moving?"

You set the box on the table in front of Five, a wide smile on your face. "Open it"

He slowly sets aside the large box of coffee pods he received from Diego to the side, slowly reaching for the box flaps. As he pulls them to the side, out jumps a little dog.

"Oh my God?"

Five smiles, pulling the puppy into his lap. He looks up at you, a glimmer in his eyes. "Why did you get me a dog?"

You shrug, moving the box off the table. "You're a lonely old man, you need some company"

He chuckles, petting the pug's head.

"What're you gonna name it?" Ben asks, arms crossed.

"Him" You correct

"Mr. Pennycrumb" Five answers.

"Why?" Luther asks.

The physically younger boy shrugs. "Why not?"

"Interesting choice" Klaus mutters with a shrug.

Five smiles up at you, giddy like a little kid. "Thank you"

"I try"

[teamatsumu]

hello! i was wondering if i could request smth fluffy with sugawara being like possessive?

jealous. (sugawara koushi x reader)

word count: 1105

warnings: fem!reader, it’s all pretty fluffy, slightly suggestive at the end

tags: @keiva1000

There were perks that came with dating the manager for your university’s volleyball team.

First, it meant that Sugawara had an excuse to see you every single day. He could spend time with you during practice and still not compromise the time he spent playing volleyball. He didn’t have to choose between his club and his girlfriend, and that took a lot of pressure off him. It also meant that he was around you for hours on end, even during training camps to Tokyo. He got to show off his skills to the one person he always wanted to impress, and even though he wasn’t a regular, the times that he got to play, he really made it count. And he loved seeing you cheer him on.

The problem was that there were other boys there too, who constantly wanted your attention as their manager. And try as he might, Sugawara couldn’t help but let this bother him a little.

He knew what everyone on the team was like. Tanaka and Nishinoya were extremely attention hungry and loved being praised. And he knew their need for attention from you was merely because you were their manager and senpai. They didn’t have bad intentions. Then there was Kageyama who was always looking for advice, Hinata who was a social butterfly, Daichi and Asahi who had known you for just as long as he had and were good friends with you. All in all, being a manager wasn’t easy and he knew you were responsible for catering to the needs of the entire team and not just him.

But the ugly voice in his head wouldn’t stop, and he couldn’t help but frown when you cheered for Hinata and Kageyama’s quick, or when you would high five Tanaka and Nishinoya after a good receive and spike combo. Sugawara was very rational, he knew that. And he prided himself for that. So he could swallow it down, tell himself it was a part of your job and that it was heartwarming that you got on with all your juniors so well.

But when Asahi asked you, gentle and hesitant as he was, to help him tie up his hair so little strands wouldn’t poke out and irritate him, Sugawara couldn’t stand and watch anymore.

He walked out of the gym, not bothering to change shoes before stomping off down the path that led to the club room, telling himself he needed to calm down and that he was being irrational. He didn’t even notice you blink in shock at his sudden departure, hands paused where you held up Asahi’s hair tie. The ace turned back to look at you questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

“What was that about?”

You shook your head and shrugged, feeling just as startled as the boy in front of you. “I have no idea.”

You gave Asahi an apologetic smile and held out the hair tie to him. “I should probably go and check.”

Asahi nodded immediately and gave you an encouraging smile. “Of course! Don’t worry about it.”

Back in the clubroom, Sugawara leaned his forehead against the cold metal of the locker, trying to take deep breaths. He hadn’t bothered turning a light on, the room lit only by the sunlight peeking in from under the door. He closed his eyes, and all he saw was your hands carding through Asahi’s hair and you tried to get all of them up into a knot. Your face had been the picture of concentration, and maybe slight frustration, and despite how mad the sight made him, you still looked so beautiful.

Suga felt his shoulders slump.

What was he doing? Being jealous of his own friends? People he knew would never, ever try anything with you. People he truly trusted with his own life. Yet here he was, feeling so bothered he wanted to rip you away from them and hold you tight against him. Wanted to tell all of them that you were his, that you kissed him and hugged him every day. Not them. Not anyone else.

There was a soft knock before the door swung open with a slight squeak, making Sugawara jolt away from the locker. He saw your head peek through, trying to adjust to the darkness. You gave him a little smile that made his insides squirm.

“What’re you doing in the dark, Koushi?” You reached for the light switch and flicked it on, making Sugawara blink a bit. He watched you step in and shut the door behind you gently, walking closer to him until he was within reach. He felt your arms wrap around his waist, your body pressing to his and your chin resting on his chest so you could look up at him.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” Your voice was a mere whisper, and your touch seemed to calm him a little. He returned your embrace, holding you tight to him and pressing his forehead to yours.

“It’s nothing.” He muttered, giving you a smile of his own. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You gave him a look that told him you didn’t believe his bullshit, and Sugawara had to curse how perceptive you were.

“It’s just,” he tried to think of the words, “sometimes you get too close to the guys and it-” he paused.

“Pisses you off?” You supplied.

Suga shook his head. “That might be a bit too strong.”

“What else do you call storming out of the gym with a murderous look on your face?”

He groaned and rested his head on your shoulder, feeling it shake with the force of your giggles. You cooed at him, running your soft fingers over his scalp.

“Aw, my baby is jealous.”

Suga tightened his hold on you, squeezing gently. “So what if I am?”

“I don’t mind. I think it’s really sexy.”

That made him lift his head, looking at you in surprise. You had a little smirk on your face, and there was a sizzling heat in your eyes. Sugawara’s core stirred.

“Really?”

You hummed low, tilting your head up until your lips were meeting his. It was firm yet gentle, and in your lips Suga found reassurance and validation, and an urgency that you only showed when you wanted more.

He felt something stir inside him again. He tightened his grip just as you pulled away, making a noise of protest. You laughed in response.

“Not here, Koushi!” You giggled.

Suga didn’t protest, only grinning and shrugging, wiggling his eyebrows at you until you laughed again, the ugly voice inside him dimming more and more by the second.

[cryptidghostgirl]

Hey hey! i have a third angsty silly idea teehee (yes same person who requested the one where wife reader gets teleported to the hotel and the one with the fake dating trope-)

Im at it again with my silly ideas i can’t quite get out of my head- so picture this RIGHT before the begging of the second fic (loved it btw if i could id kiss you on the mouth)

(this interaction is important) Reader is eyeing Alastor to subconsciously make him talk to her, he does of course it goes a bit like “Alastor dear, havent seen you before?” "Just moved in, thought of making some acquaintances” and they talk, reader tells him “a charmer too? should be careful around you not to break my heart” or smth smilar idk i suck at dialogue

And then the partnership happens and theyve been at it for a while (like at least 5 years id say)- until Readers twin brother dies in a planned house fire and she goes out for revenge, before that they have a fight like “youre going to be out numbered” “its suicide” blah blah blah- and eventually reader goes out alone

She does manage to to kill the criminals but because of the cold January weather and the exhaustion of it all- reader gets hypothermia and in the frenzy thats caused by it stumbles and falls into a fence spike of an abandoned farmhouse, gets impaled right below the ribs teehee, Alastor eventually finding her and goes out to bury her properly.

readers death happens in 1925 -8 years before alastor which gibes her enough time to take over half the pentagram with her blizzard/ice powers (cuz i think theyre. cool ;)) and is also important reader has a long tail with fluff (which can turn into a heart shaped fur or have happy/angry twitches) at the end because i think its cute and because her demon form has one so it matches (think the faceless room guardians by anyaboz on IG but fully white- with a void face from which emerges a dog skull at will). the normal form being overall relatively normal aside from the long ears and black limbs that symbolize the hypothermia part of the death (Yes this is an Oc but im making it a bit more generic for everyone :>)

When alastor does die in 1933 (when he got shot visiting readers grave) he hears of this blizzard overlord and goes a bit into her territory and into a bar where he sees a somewhat familiar person teehee and they have the same first conversation over again but in hell :D and then get reunited but possibly pull out their signature weapons on each other again for old times sake 😇

also i love you so much for taking the time to write my dreams it does mean quite a lot to me and if you want i can give more ideas because i have a lot more- 😇 (im tottaly not insane and or delusional i swear-)

A/N of course?? I’m obsessed with your requests. they’re always so fun. Also as a heads up, I decided not to do this as a part to for cover up because I got an earlier request asking to do a part two for that and I try to address requests in the order I receive them. I also made some other minor changes just to make it work a little smoother. Also, please keep sending in requests, yours are always so fun.

Frostbite (Alastor X Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Murder, death, gore, arson, a little bit of angst.

Word Count: 3,949

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Alastor sat at the bar of Mimzy's club drinking like he did every friday night. Normally the whirling dancers and loud music merely served to give him a headache, normally he ignored them and all the fans who somehow recognized him from the radio. Tonight was far from normal, tonight there was someone new.

Spinning on the dance floor, the fringe of her blood red dress spinning out from her legs. The woman was all smiles, all laughter, and she seemed never to turn down a partner. He watched her, entranced.

The woman wasn't a talented dancer, far from it in fact, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm and enjoyment. He had no intentions of doing anything other than watching her enchanting display until he made eye contact with her across the club. She blushed, turning away and quickly engaging a friend in conversation.

It was all the encouragement Alastor needed. In the dim light of the speakeasy, Alastor smiled to himself. He downed the rest of his drink and got to his feet. The crowed of dancers parted to make way for him like the red sea, waves of whispers following his path. He could hear the chatter, knew the rumors that he was a man uninterested in women, uninterested in love or romantic involvements of any type He knew that that was what everyone was speaking of as he approached the first new face the tired old place had seen in ages.

Coming to a stop behind the woman, her friend saw him first. It made sense, her back was turned to him after all, a result of her embarrassment at having been caught staring. He friend tapped her shoulder, indicating for the woman to turn around, and she spun. Alastor could feel the hem of her dress as it brushed against his leg through the fabric of his pants. His smile grew.

"Haven't seen you around here before Darling," he hummed, "new in town?"

"Just moved in, actually." the woman bashfully replied, clasping her hands behind her back and crossing one foot in front of the other.

The position it threw her body into sent Alastor's mind reeling. He hadn't expected that. Sure, she was pretty and different, new, but Alastor didn't feel things like that. At least, not normally.

"Well, I'd love to give you a tour sometime. The name is Alastor, Alastor Hartifelt."

This was the test: his name. How would she react? Was she just another one of his simpering fans, begging for his favor, for his attention, or would she do something interesting?

He held out a hand which she daintily rested her own in, a smile spreading across her face.

"Y/n L/n. I'm free tomorrow morning?"

Alastor was lucky, Saturday mornings were one of the few he had free. Gently, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Y/n felt her heart flutter inside her chest.

"Ah, a charmer." she hummed as Alastor raised his head again and she took her hand from his, "I'll have to be careful around you."

Everything had snowballed from there. The tour around the city had spiraled into dinner which had further fallen into an attempt by Alastor to take her life. He had been curious, how it would feel when the life drained from her body at the force of his hands. Instead, she had met his advances by holding her own knife to his throat.

It became a game of sorts for the two, always trying to outwit one another, one up each other, land the other six feet under. The game ended when Alastor was chasing Y/n through the woods and she had stumbled, falling to the ground. He had grinned maniacally as he had advanced on her, as she had scrambled on the ground away from him. Knife raised, her back against a tree, she had breathlessly asked him out on a date. How could he say no? Especially when he looked up and saw that she had planned this all along. There was no other way their initials could be carved into the surface of the very thing that had stopped her escape. It was perfect, she was perfect.

Five years of bliss. Five years of feathery kisses and passion. Five years of waking up to her smiling face, of washing the blood off each other's hands, of nearly wedded bliss. Then there had been the fire.

Y/n had a twin brother, a brute of a thing who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite his flaws, Y/n loved him. This time, on a January morning in 1925, he had pissed off the wrong person and gotten himself killed. Y/n was inconsolable, spent every waking moment tracking the killer. It didn't take her long to get a lead.

She was halfway out the door when Alastor found her, shoving knives into her pockets and grabbing a gun. There was a wild, unfocused look in her eyes. Alastor turned his gaze momentarily to the setting sun as it sent rays of liquid golden light bouncing off the snow.

"Darling, what are you doing?"

"Going out." she gruffly replied, adjusting the laces on one of her shoes.

Alastor sighed. Y/n had mentioned to him just the day before that she had an idea of who was behind the murder and it wasn't pretty. The most controversial and strongest gang in the city had, according to her research, wielded the flames. Alastor took a step forward, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder and she turned to him. Her eyes were hard and narrow, her face contorted by rage.

"Y/n, please." Alastor began, treading carefully, "Not tonight. It's awful out, and you just confirmed everything today."

"No." Y/n shook her head, "No, I can't wait to do this any longer, Al. It has already been nearly a month, I can't..."

She looked away, raising a fist to her heart, her shoulders hunching slightly.

"I can't."

"And I can't loose you." Alastor quickly replied, using his free hand to turn her face back to his.

"So come with me."

He hesitated. Y/n saw the look on his face, the doubt. She shook herself from his grip, turning back to the door.

"Alright. I'll go alone."

"Y/n," Alastor pleaded, taking another step towards her as she grabbed her coat off the hook on the wall, "it is too dangerous. I can't let you do this."

"Let me do this?" Y/n spun around, her coat in her hand and flames licking at the corners of her voice, "You can't let me do this?"

Alastor took a breath, trying desperately to keep his own anger at bay.

"There are too many of them." he tried to reason with her, "You can't do it on your own."

"So come with me!"

"I..."

Y/n scoffed, sliding her jacket onto her arms. Turning back to the door once again, she unlocked it. Her hand rested on the knob, she took a breath. Their eyes met over her shoulder.

"I'll be home later."

She swung the door open and stepped out into the night. Alastor trailed after her, the snow sinking into his socks. It was cold, a terrible night.

"Y/n, you'll die!"

"Do you truly have that little faith in me!?" she spun around, her rage radiating off of her, devouring everything in sight.

Alastor had never seen her like this before. He halted in his tracks.

"Please, I can't..." he took a deep breath, emotions had always been a struggle, "I can't loose you too."

"But I'm supposed to loose my brother and know who did it and do nothing?!" she screamed back at him.

"You will die!"

Y/n turned her back on him once again. She unlatched the gate to the garden and slipped through it, letting it fall shut behind her.

"So be it."

"Y/n!"

Alastor tried to run after her but, it was simply too cold. His limbs were numb, he stumbled.

"Y/n!" he yelled again but, she didn't turn around.

He could see her, in that red dress. She looked like she did the first time he had ever met her as she disappeared into the night. He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, it felt like an omen.

Alastor stood in the cold for a few minutes longer before resigning himself to the truth of it all: Y/n was going to do what she was going to do. He just had to hope she would come back, that the damage he had done in refusing to back her up like that wouldn't be enough to have driven her away. That she was strong enough to make it out alive.

The fireplace crackled invitingly. No matter how warm and cheerful it made the room, Alastor couldn't stop the dread. He sat down on the couch before it, painfully aware of the empty spot beside him. He tried to read.

The hours ticked by, seconds dragging on for eternity. Still, Y/n was not yet home. Alastor couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't 't read, couldn't sleep, could barely sit still. He paced circles around the room as the sun rose, he called in sick to work, intent on being there should she return.

When it reached four pm, when it had been nearly twenty full hours since she had left, he decided to go out and look for her. Y/n had always been messy, always bad at putting things away. While normally it had irritated him to no end, he now found himself grateful. He swore to whatever gods were listening that if she was alright, he would never bother her about it again because right there on top of her desk were all her plans, including the exact location of the gang's hideout, the exact place she had disappeared to.

The sight that met Alastor when he reached the old warehouse on the outskirts of the city was one he would never forget. Blood stained the snow red and there were bodies everywhere, both outside and within. It was clearly, Y/n's handiwork and he couldn't help but feel a tad impressed, he had underestimated her yet again. His slight smile, a result of the realization, fell as he spotted the footprints leading out of the backdoor.

He had tracked Y/n enough times to know they were hers, they couldn't be anyone else's. A trail of blood accompanied them, one foot dragging more than the other. Alastor tried to keep his head clear, his mind cool. He gave chase.

The back yard to the warehouse was large, gave the impression of going right off into the woods. Alastor soon realized that was not the case as the rusted, wrought iron fence came in to view. Y/n wouldn't have been able to see it. Judging by the way the tracks were iced over, it had been a long time since she had walked this path. In the dead of night, surrounded by trees, the fence would have come as a surprise.

As he got closer, the lump that he had assumed was a fallen branch came into more detail. Alastor's heart stopped, he rushed to her.

If only he hadn't waited, if only the minute he had felt she'd been gone too long he had gone after her. He might have been able to save her, to stop her from this cruel fate.

What had happened was obvious. The fence was iced over, slippery to the touch. Y/n had evidently tried to climb over it and lost her grip, the force of her fall being enough to ram the sharpened edge of one of the fence's defensive points right through her temple. Wrong place, wrong time.

Alastor had never cried like that before, as he sat in the snow at her feet, her body stiff from the cold. Not even when his mother had died could he ever remember feeling such a grief. It ate away at him, pooling in the center of his chest and spreading out. She had been so integral to who he was, so much a part of his life and way of being. She had been his dream, his end goal. Alastor remembered the ring, sitting heavy in the drawer of his night table. His tears redoubled.

By the time he managed to calm himself, the early winter sun had long since sunk to its bed and been replaced by the moon. Moving completely on autopilot, not considering his actions, Alastor wrenched her body from the fence. Y/n deserved a proper burial, in a place that mattered. He made her final resting place at the base of the very same tree she had told him she loved him while sitting at. His fingers traced their carved initials, grown hard with the years. There was nothing to be done.

The guilt ate away at him, festered over the years. If only he had stopped her, had gone with her, had come to her rescue. If only he had told her that he loved her one last time.

When Y/n awoke in Hell, to say she was surprised would be an understatement. She had never been one to believe in the afterlife in any sort of way, let alone such a wonderful one with so many opportunities for mayhem.

The thing that had been the toughest to get used to was her new form. All the demons in Hell got them upon arrival and when she caught that first glimpse of herself in the glass of a shop window, she understood why everyone on the streets seemed to be eyeing her fearfully.

She looked like she was rotting, her fingertips and toes black from the cold she had lost herself in. It trailed up her limbs, mingling with her own natural skin color. Her hair, her eye lashes, her eyebrows even, looked perpetually frosted with snow, little particles of ice hanging delicately in them. Then there were the horns and the tail, those were by far the strangest. The horns were pure white and curving like a mountain goats, the tail was thin with a little heart shaped ball of fluff at the end. It wasn't until another demon attempted to attack her that she realized the full extent of the changes that had taken place.

Y/n had just tried to punch the man, that was all. He had made advances, she had said no. He had tried again and she had told him she was married. It wasn't entirely a lie, they had been planning on it after all. Still, the man refused to listen and so, she had resorted to brute strength. When she had pulled her fist away, it was to find the man encased in ice. That was when the anger had set in.

Y/n didn't blame Alastor, not really. She was mad at him but, in the end, he had been right. She had died. It was all so brutally unfair. The way they had left things, that final fight, weighed on her soul. She wondered if he even knew she was dead, if he just assumed she had up and left him. The guilt, the what if's of it all, were crushing.

The stronger Y/n's emotions, the more uncontrollable her power. She still attacked people for fun but, taking over half of Pentagram City with her storms had honestly been an accident. In retrospect, she would call it a happy one.

Y/n liked being respected, being feared. She liked the near worship with which the smaller, weaker demons began to treat her. She settled into her new life with surprising ease and soon, every demon and hellborn in the place knew her name: Frost.

Y/n would've liked something different, preferred something cooler but, when the people give someone a name, its hard to change it and so, she embraced the title. Stone cold, cruel, powerful and appearing at what others perceived as totally inopportune moments. She locked herself, her heart, away. She swore never to make the same mistakes again.

Alastor visited Y/n's grave at least once every year. Always on the anniversary of her death, sometimes more frequently. That was where he too had met his death. As he had stooped low to place the bouquet of flowers he had brought on the surface of the hard-packed earth, the hunter had shot him, thinking he was a deer.

His arrival in Hell had been uneventful and not all together shocking. Alastor had been raised in a Christian household and although he never truly had faith in the matter once he had been old enough to form his own opinions, he had still always assumed that if there was life after death he was going to end up in Hell. He also knew that if he had ended up down here, Y/n had too.

The search was all consuming and fruitless. Every demon he interrogated, every one he thought had the slightest spark of his love within them, never had a single clue what he was talking about. Half the city was a snow storm and before long, that half was the only part he hadn't searched. Allegedly it was the territory of some new overlord known only as Frost who had taken Hell by storm - literally - just a few years before. Alastor already had a distaste in his mouth for the overlords, a sort of hatred spawned from something close to envy. He figured that worst case scenario, he could just add this Frost character to the list over overlords he had already taken out in the year since his arrival.

The chill of the air as he stepped over the border was a cruel reminder of the truth of his life. Alastor welcomed the cold with open arms, wondered if Y/n had already been killed since arriving in Hell. He had heard of the exterminations, it wasn't too wild of an idea. The thought gnawed on his mind like a parasite, intent on seeing him dead. Alastor progressed.

The fact that in death he still felt such things as hunger had been a mystery to him. There was something poetic about it, something forlorn in the idea that hunger and touch were the only things that followed a person to their grave. He stepped into the restaurant, his stomach growling, and walked up to the bar.

"Do you have beignets?"

Alastor knew the answer before the barkeep even shook his head. He sighed, falling on to one of the stools.

"Sausage and grits."

"Coming right up."

Alastor tapped his fingers on the counter, watching the world around him. Hope was running thin, anxieties and hurt taking over. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, how much more disappointment he could take.

"Haven't seen you around before, Darling," a voice purred from behind him, sending shockwaves of pain through his chest, "new in town?"

He summoned his microphone into his hand, ready to fight. It didn't matter that the demon most likely had no idea the effect of their words, the connections they had to his own past life. All that mattered was that he felt like he was being mocked, the world was parroting his life back to him because Y/n was out of his reach and probably would be forever more. He turned to face the person, a sickening grin spread tight across his face.

The demon had a clearing around her, the crowd avoiding her at all costs and whispering to one another behind the cover of their hands. Her tail flicked back and forth, ice emanating from the place her feet hit the floor.

There was something oddly familiar about her, the cocky smirk, the confidence. Alastor got to his feet. He leered over her and the woman didn't flinch one bit.

"Who's asking?"

A threat. The smile on the smaller demon's face grew, snow beginning to pile up on the floor in the corners of the room.

"You know, it's really far too cruel of you to go around with a voice like that." she hummed thoughtfully, a finger to her chin, "Gets a girl's hopes up just to shatter 'em on the floor."

Alastor could feel it now, the cold nipping at his extremities. Wind picked up in the indoor space and demons began rushing out through the door as quickly as they could. Alastor stood his ground.

"Ah, so you're the one responsible for this little snow town?"

"Why yes, I am."

"You're rather cruel yourself, you know." he mused, "Using my own words against me, how did you know? Do you overlords have some way to read a person's mind? Find the center of their desire and turn it to a weapon?"

Only now did the woman's expression change. Her calm facade morphed into confusion as the winds died down.

"What do you mean?"

"'Haven't seen you around here before, Darling, new in town?'" Alastor scoffed.

Y/n's eyes widened with a sudden recognition. It only fueled Alastor's anger as he took a step forward, shadows rising from the ground at his feet.

"I-"

"Just moved in, actually." the demon cut him off, holding a hand out for him to take, palm to the floor.

Alastor looked at her, disgust etched into his features.

"How could you..." he trailed off.

Eyes flicking over her form, Alastor examined the demoness carefully. Sure, she was different. She looked half dead, frost bitten to the extreme but, there was certainly something familar.

"Who are..."

His eyes narrowed with suspicion. Slowly, he took her hand in his. It was icy to the touch, sent shivers down his spine. With a practiced grace, he leaned down and planted a feathery kiss on the back of her hand.

"Ah, a charmer." Y/n smiled as he raised his head to hers again, "I'll have to be careful around you."

"Y/n."

It wasn't a question, he knew the answer. Alastor could feel it in his bones.

"Alastor."

She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Alastor watched her movements in astonishment. Disbelief laid thick on his body, too heavy to allow him to move.

"I'm so sorry." she whispered into his ear, her breath a cold breeze.

"I... why are you sorry?" he asked, pulling her away from him.

Alastor placed his hands on her shoulders, brushing off a bit of snow that had landed there with utmost care.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I should have come with you, I shouldn't have said the things I said, I sh-"

"I love you."

She couldn't hold the words in anymore. Icicles of tears tinkled like glass as they fell from her cheeks and landed on the floor.

"I... I love you, Alastor. I can't... I always regretted... I..."

"Me too."

He pulled her back into his arms, this time holding her body tightly to his. The cold burned but he didn't care. The whistling of the wind outside seemed to quiet.

"I love you so much, Y/n. I am so sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

Y/n pulled back, cupping Alastor's face in her hands.

"Never again."

"Never what, my love."

"Never again will I be parted from you."

"I thought I'd never see you again." Alastor admitted, "I was beginning to lose hope."

"Me too, me too."

"Never again."

"Never again."

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Next Part -> Day Lilies (Alastor x Blizzard demon!Reader x Angel!OC)

A/N I am such a little slut for a good reunion scene.

[bibibbon]

smth i hate abt hori is how easy it would’ve been to use the lov to show how hero society lets people slip through the cracks as a result creates villains, but he never fully expands on the idea.

jin’s parents died when he was in *middle school* MIDDLE SCHOOL! which means he could’ve been anywhere between 12-14. and then because of a motorcycle accident that *wasn’t his fault* he got a criminal record, was fired from his job, and became homeless. and then he just spiraled from there.

toga is biologically wired be to fascinated and obsessed with blood. but instead of helping her, her parents are disgusted by her and force her to suppress herself until she inevitably snaps.

dabi is a product of his fathers abuse and it was allowed to go on for decades because his father is a famous pro hero

compress is just an unapologetic evil bastard tho and i love him for that

This is also one of my problems with horis writing!!! Villains in MHA all had wasted potential and I absolutely hated the way their arcs went!

I guess the only arc that I can semi agree on is toga himiko's arc to a certain extent but that even has wasted potential that I talk about down below 👇. I discuss what togas arc could of been and different directions her character could of went.

In my opinion himiko was already introduced as somewhat irredeemable. The first time we see her we are told that she killed 6 people known so far and on around 5 of them she performed blood letting. Also her first victim she literally sliced him up and started drinking his blood (some including I theorise that she maybe even ate some of his body parts). I think it adds to the story simply because togas love or idea of love is based on her becoming that person and having parts of them on her whether that be literal or metaphorical.

I personally like the idea that toga is an irredeemable victim. Toga is someone who was failed by the system and had went through a lot for sure but the actions she did were also things that she should be accounted for ( I talk more about toga and what makes her different from lady nagant in another post). In the end I personally enjoy seeing toga be a humanised not redeemed victim of society that has also commited many crimes.

When it comes to other members of the league I feel like they could of all had better arcs in general.

I remember talking to @doodlegirl1998 and she suggested that twice and togas characters could of very much switched roles as twice is a character who parallels more with ochako (both struggling financially) and hawks would get more repercussions for killing a child (toga). However, I also do like twices death but I do have some problems like how I wish his death would of been thoroughly explored and we see how it impacted everyone or we should of gotten more from twice himself in general.

Dabi deserved better and I really would of wanted him to have a redemption arc, receive some concequences but end up with the todoroki family WITH ENJI DEAD (I HATE HIM!). I hated the whole Dabi always had an ice quirk and that he was just the second choice, always the second choice all along.

Shigaraki and just how much AFO was involved ruined everything for me also Shigaraki knowing about AFO was a horrible twist which made shigarakis characterisation even more inconsistent. I would of liked to see a Shigaraki redemption where he himself works towards one by starting to question AFO and get into the leader role a whole lot more while using the MVA to his advantage to get information, resources and more.

Spinner could of ended up being the better stain and learned form stains mistakes while also changing with shigaraki. I also feel like he needed more build up with his own counterpart like shoji and a thorough explanation and development of the whole hetamorphis discrimination thing.

Compress was evil for fun and it's fun to have those types of characters. One thing that I really would of liked to explore is compress's and magne's interactions. I feel like their arcs could of been interwoven (maybe I ship them a little who knows 🤷‍♀️) magne's death should of had more substance to it and all it just felt lacking and compress's disappearance the same.

Now when it comes to minor villains Iam a huge advocate for MUSTARD!! AND GIVING US A MUSTARD REDEMPTION 👇👇👇

I also think that muscular and moonfish should of obviously went to prison but that this could of been used as a way to shake the leagues trust for shigaraki. If any of the league members were to end up in jail would shigaraki help them? Maybe he won't as he didn't do that to muscular or moonfish or maybe he has stated to care for them more and he would as he is growing into that leadership role.

I would have it so that the Dr garaki is just an evil menace who starts to become much more greedy and manic causing AFO's death and going insane.

Kurogiri or kurooboro in this case would go through a different type arc that's down below.

In the end all of the villain characters or characters that don't up hold the status quo are victims of society. I think your ask could also apply to the hero characters that are also harmed by the system like hawks and izuku.

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heyy!! so i have this idea but i would never be able to write it myself bc i suck at that 😭

i‘d love to see this with any of matthew lillards characters or just himself so its up to you 🫶🏼

maybe smth where he takes reader as his +1 to a wedding and they realise that they like each other more than just as friends while they‘re dancing 🥹

Tim Laflour x Reader

I loved this request, I think it came out really cute!!

“Will I have to wear a suit?” Tim grimaces when you ask him to be your plus one to your cousin’s wedding.

You weren’t thrilled when you’d received the invitation. You know your family won’t expect you to have anyone to bring, and you’d love to prove them wrong. You and Tim are just friends, but they don’t have to know that. And the chance to see Tim dressed up is too exciting to miss.

“No, it’s not that formal. Probably just a dress shirt, some nice pants? I ask you to pretend to be my boyfriend and you’re worried about your outfit?” You laugh and he blushes.

“Well yeah, pretending to be your boyfriend should be easy. Wearing a suit? Yuck,” he explains like it doesn’t make your stomach lurch with hope. Maybe this isn’t the best idea with the crush you have on him…

“So will you come?” You hit him with your best puppy eyes and he sighs heavily.

“Like I could say no to you,” he smiles wryly as you bounce excitedly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

~

“It’s open!” Tim calls when you knock on his door the day of the wedding. When you enter Tim is just leaving his room, fiddling with his cuffs.

“Should I take out my piercings?” He worries, but you’re busy trying not to drool looking at him. The sleek all black outfit he’s wearing might actually be killing you. As you stare, you notice the little touches of his style. His lock necklace, the rolled sleeves, a chain hanging from his belt, his usual chunky boots. All of it makes you smile. You’re so busy staring at his clothes that you don’t see the moment he looks up from his sleeve, gaping at the velvet dress that adorns your figure.

“Why would you take out your piercings?” You finally look up at him. His face is flushed and he swallows hard before answering you. “Will your family be okay with them?” He looks nervous and you frown.

“Who cares? They probably wouldn’t be pleased with anyone I brought. I want to bring you, not some weird naked-faced version of you,” you tell him, making him laugh.

“Besides, you look good,” you emphasize as he squirms at the compliment.

“Okay,” he smiles bashfully, “let’s get going, eh?”

~

It’s not until you’re at the wedding reception, fielding questions from your family that you realize maybe you should’ve discussed your fake relationship’s backstory.

All through dinner one of your cousins had quizzed you on your relationship like she thought you weren’t actually dating and was trying to catch you in a lie. She was right, but you’d be damned if you let her figure that out. Tim had done wonderfully, answering politely, telling cute stories about you, flashing that sweet smile. He was a damned good actor. You’d done your best to fill in helpfully to the conversation, while barely able to think of anything but wiping that snobby look off her face. Once they cut the cake, you see your chance out of the conversation and take it.

“Oh, let’s get some cake!” You tap Tim’s arm.

“Sweet tooth,” he teases, making your stormy mood dissolve.

Once you make it to the cake table, Tim grabs a large piece.

“Wow, who’s the sweet tooth now?” You poke.

“All the pieces are huge, I figured we could share,” he hands you a second fork you didn’t see him grab, “that okay?”

“Yeah, good idea,” you smile fondly. You’re surprised when he spears a bite, holding it out to you. You blush as you take it, the action feeling strangely intimate. You groan at the sugar bursting across your tongue.

“Damn, that’s good cake,” you mumble after swallowing and he laughs. You both scoot towards the wall to get out of everyone’s way, sharing the cake slice while people watching.

As you’re finishing, you see your aunt walking towards you out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh fuck,” you mumble, knowing she never holds her tongue. You lean over to whisper in Tim’s ear, his arm coming around your waist to steady you.

“Sorry in advance,” you whisper and he chuckles, trying to keep his face neutral.

“Hello dear,” your aunt drawls, already setting your teeth on edge, “who’s this?”

“This is Tim, my boyfriend,” you smile at him, winding your arm around his waist and squeezing lightly.

“So how did you end up with him?” Your aunt asks and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes at her and the way she’s sneering at him.

“We met at school. As soon as I saw her, I knew I was done for,” Tim cuts in with a smile before you can say something scathing. His hand on your waist squeezes placatingly and you can feel your grip relax from where you’d balled it up in Tim’s shirt without realizing.

Your aunt hums noncommittally and you find yourself terribly in need of a drink.

“I think we’re gonna head over to the bar,” you plaster a forced smile on your face and drag Tim with you.

“If looks could kill, she’d be dead,” Tim laughs when you make it to the bar.

“She was being a bitch,” you scowl as you land on a barstool, which only makes Tim laugh harder. He leans around you, ordering your favorite drink and something for himself. Him rattling off your order easily makes your frown melt away. You thank him with a smile when he takes the drink from the bartender, handing it to you before settling onto the stool next to you. Sipping at your drink, you glance around the room at the other guests. You roll your eyes when you see your aunt whispering to your uncle and pointing to spots on her face. You just know she’s saying something insulting about Tim’s piercings. Tim’s hand finds your knee where the slit of your dress exposes it, his thumb rubbing soothingly. Your tummy erupts in butterflies as his warmth seeps into your skin.

“Oh I love this song,” you mention offhandedly as the music changes.

“Let’s dance,” Tim suggests and you laugh.

“You know I can’t dance,” you scoff, not wanting to embarrass yourself.

“Who cares? You don’t have to be good at it, it’ll be fun either way,” he nudges you and you groan.

“Alright, fine,” you grumble, quickly downing the rest of your drink, making Tim snort. He drags you by the hand out to the dance floor, immediately breaking into the goofiest dance move that makes you laugh embarrassingly loud. He takes both of your hands, pulling you into a series of made up dances before releasing one hand and twirling you less than gracefully. You’re out of breath from laughter when you’re spun back into Tim’s chest. The music shifts and you realize it’s changed to a slow dance. You pick yourself up off Tim but he pulls you back to his chest.

“Dance with me,” he murmurs, and you couldn’t say no to that face even if you wanted to. Your hands drape around his neck as his find your waist. As the two of you sway gently, Tim can’t help but take in every detail of you.

“You’re staring,” you tease.

“You’re beautiful,” he counters, a blush lighting up your face.

“You don’t have to pretend when no one’s around,” you remind him and he frowns.

“I’m not pretending. You look beautiful,” he murmurs, still gently swaying you. You’ve never seen him look so sincere and it makes your stomach swoop dangerously.

“In fact, I’m tired of pretending. Like I don’t want to tell you you’re beautiful everyday, like I haven’t wanted to kiss you since the moment we met,” he admits, eyes flicking to your lips.

Your fingers weave into the hair at the nape of his neck without thought as you pull him to you, pressing your lips to his tentatively. He melts into the kiss, tension bleeding out of his shoulders as he slots his lips against yours more confidently. When you finally pull away to breathe he starts pressing little kisses all over your face and you’re breathless with laughter once again, giggling and squirming in his arms.

“Tim, people are looking,” you try to admonish him, but your laughter makes it less effective.

“Let them,” he grins, pulling you into another kiss.

Tim Taglist; @stusdollface93

[bowandbrush]

I?? YOU'RE CHRISTIAN TOO?????

AhHHHHhhh brOOoooo it's so hard to find genuine Christians anymore 😭😭 especially online. I've been too scared to say that I am one cause likeeee everyone always thinks that It's cringe or they don't agree with the same things as me so they might wanna argueee

No, but I got so excited when I found out that one of my favorite artists (Chiscribbs) was Christian too.

You can answer this ask privately if you want. I'm still not sure if I want people on my blog to know I'm Christian. It's been really bothering me though cause I'm not really supposed to be hiding the fact that I am just to fit in, but I already made mutuals with a lot of people who share opposing beliefs and I really don't want to stirr up conflict with anyone cause then it's not fun anymore. I feel like I should come clean about it, but at the same time, I don't want people to get mad at me or to think that I think I'm better than them or smth. I srsly regret making mutuals with those people now though. I'm trying to be more cautious with who I become mutuals with-

Anyways, sorry for likee dumping all this in your ask box. I just have a lot of respect for people who are openly Christian cause it just seems so scary to me lol

YOOOO! This is literally so cool finding so many awesome rise artists who are Christian too! And you don’t have to share on your blog if you’re Christian, but don’t be afraid to share yourself and Christ to others!

God says that yes, all Christians will receive hate one way or another, that’s just the sad truth. Like, I haven’t seen a single Christian artist out there pushing their values onto others who think differently; it’s usually the other way around, and I would know. But we can do our Best and share our art and Love to others, and ignore haters. Pray for them, actually. They don’t know it, bless them and love them as much as you can!! >:)

BLESSINGS!!! 💕💗

[da-rulah]

Hi! I’m new to ur acc bc I’m not on here a lot but I have a request..a uhm..sinful request 😀 do u think u can make a story (I’m a boomer at tumblr pls don’t come after me 😭) or smth abt the papas and their k!nks with the reader ? <3 I love ur confessional series btw !! 🖤

Aww thank you my lovely! I'm so glad you enjoyed Confessional! Your wish is my command...

18+, Minors DNI! For any and all genders.

Primo

Primo is a very respectful lover, and out of all of the Emeritus clan, the most vanilla.

But do not be mistaken... that doesn't mean he is just vanilla.

This man is a body worshipper. Every inch, every little bit of flesh he can kiss, suckle, nibble...

The man has a praise kink, but GIVING praise. He will constantly tell you how good you are, how soft you feel, how much he adores you, how good you make him feel.

Sensory deprivation. Not in a power play kind of way, in a "this will heighten your experience, cara mio," kind of way.

High heels. He just... loves you in them. The way they make your legs look longer, so pretty...

Scent kink. Man will be between your legs and taking the deepest breaths...

Cum eating. Cum swapping. Cumming on you. Cumming in you. Just CUM.

Secondo

Everyone thinks he's the filthiest little sadist, but I'm not sure he's the worst of the Papas...

Secondo is into voyeurism, and bonus points if he's watching you with another sibling of sin. (He especially loves it when you're both on your knees for him, sharing his dick)

And with his voyeurism kink, comes an exhibitionism kink. He'll let anyone watch, as long as you're into it too. And it's a strictly look, but do not touch what's his policy.

Bondage. Specifically, shibari. This man loves ropes, loves the pretty little harnesses he can put you into, strapping your limbs together to keep you pliable to him.

He doesn't mind some leather here and there too...

Pain. He likes to administer, likes to receive (sometimes...). Spanking and whips, but he's into some cock-stepping too.

With him, it's a fight for dominance. He'll growl at you and fight you back but he still takes the pain, likes the fight...

Claws. Down. His. Back.

Bite him. See what happens.

Terzo

Everything is a power play. Everything...

He's either completely dominant, or completely submissive. No inbetween.

Food kink. This man likes to feed, likes to indulge... He'll share food from his mouth to yours, he'll spit wine into your mouth, he'll smother you in the sweetest confectionaries. (inspired by @angellayercake's feeding Terzo fic... still not over it.)

As a dom, he's completely sadistic. BDSM? Yes. Going so far as to have a knife kink, even.

I said Secondo wasn't the worst of the papas...

In the same breath, when he's the sub, he is a subby little baby.

BRAT.

He's happy to give you the power, but he's not gonna make it easy for you...

This is a man who's gonna need restraining if you want to get anything done. And he wouldn't mind that...

Punishment. Chastity cages, cock slapping, spanking. He'll let you, and he'll thank you for it.

Copia

Oral. Giving. He loves to receive, of course he does, but to give it? Sathanas...

When he was Cardinal, he was certainly less confident and would prefer you took the reigns.

P R A I S E. We all know why...

He needs to know you're enjoying yourself, he needs to know he's doing it right, making you feel good...

Tickle that fucking taint.

He loves a good prostate massage. Hell, he'll even ask you to rim him, peg him, just make him lose himself.

As Papa, his confidence grew, and domming is not so difficult anymore. Mostly because he feels like it's his role now, and he should be, but he enjoys how powerful it makes him feel.

He will still want you to peg him.

Mild sensory deprivation.

TOYS. Oh my god, he loves toys. He loves using a wand on you, he loves watching you fall apart. He'll give you vibrating panties to wear through the day... But also, ride him with a prostate massager in? Oh my god, he's PUTTY in your hands.

[idyllic-ghost]

it’s ME ya girl. I have a request!! nr. 12 (Academic Rivals) & 13 (are you still avoiding me?).

IDEA: so obv because it is me, it’s gotta be smutty right (but you can totally be free about how smutty you want it to be!!) 🤩 and basically academic rivals chan and yn who were at the same party a week ago or smth and during truth or dare yn was asked if she had ever fantasised about chan (or anything else that like tells she has been thinking about him in a sexy way 🤭) and he finally catches her in the library and BAMM… smutty time.

sending you love and hugs and congrats again on 2k!!! ILY 🫶🏻

a/n: waaaa thank you so much ! i love this request !

title: fantasies

pairing: college!dino x college!reader

warnings: public sexual acts, oral (m receiving), use of degrading names

word count: 1.4k

Requests are closed

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The hallway suddenly felt empty as you saw Chan at the end of it. A beat up Nirvana shirt hanging loosely around him, although it somehow accentuated his shoulders. For a week, you had managed to avoid him. Actually, you had done everything in your power to avoid him. Which had been a living nightmare, considering that most of your classes were together - something you had done with intent, as a way to fuel your rivalry. It wasn't petty or even just for fun, it genuinely helped you motivate yourselves to do better.

However, your rivalry had made you grow closer - somewhat becoming friends, in a strange way. It was the kind of friendship where if you happened to be at the same party you'd talk in larger groups. During these parties, your friends would make frequent jokes about the two of you having a sexual tension between you. Which is how you ended up in the situation you did.

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"Alright!" Your friend put down the now empty bottle in front of the circle of people. "Let's play truth or dare!"

Some groaned, some cheered, and some where too drunk to understand what was happening. Your friend, who was the one who finished the bottle laying in front of you, flicked their wrist and spun the flash around. The liquid wasn't fully gone, and a few drops landed on the ground and the people sitting closest. The head of the bottle pointed to you, and everyone let out an "ooo".

"Truth," you said, gaining a few boo's from the circle.

"I have the perfect question for you!" they slurred out, "Chan's here, right?"

You tensed up at the sound of his name, you eyes immediately locked eyes with him. He tore his gaze away from you to look up at your friend.

"There he is! Okay, okay..." They calmed down their laughter, "Y/N, have you ever had any fantasies of your nemesis..? We've all seen how you look at each other!"

Your friend was very right. However, they also knew about the sex dream you once had of your rival. With this obviously targeted comment, you got flustered. Too drunk to come up with a lie, you told the truth. A meek "yes" escaped passed your lips, but you didn't say another word about it.

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Chan was approaching you, fast, and you bolted into the library - thinking that you can hide between the shelves and the people there. Luck was not on your side because there was not a soul in the library - you couldn't even find a librarian. So when Chan calls out your name, it echoes loudly in the empty library.

"Why are you running from me?" he asked.

There was only a bookshelf separating you now, and you looked at him through an open space where books should have been placed.

"I'm not running," you lie.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N," he said, almost reassuringly.

He went to walk around the shelf, making you stumble back. Chan noticed your nervous movements and stopped trying to walk around the shelf.

"Are you serious?" he laughed.

"I'm very serious, Chan, leave me alone," you pleaded. "It's too weird!"

"What's weird?"

"Last week, when I-" You groaned and finally walked around the shelf yourself. "Listen, if you're here to gloat then I won't have it."

"I'm not." Chan raised his hands up in defense and approached you. "I just haven't seen you around much. I was wondering if everything was okay."

"No, everything's not okay!" you exclaimed, "I've embarrassed myself in front of you, and I know you won't ever let me live it down!"

He stared at you, and you couldn't make out what he was feeling. The tension was thick enough that you could cut it with a knife. As if it wasn't bad enough, Chan's slow steps had accumulated into standing right in front of you. He grabbed your wrist, as if he was already afraid that you'd run away.

"I know I've put you through a lot of hell sometimes," he admitted in a unusually soft tone, "But I wouldn't kick you when you're down, Y/N."

"Wouldn't you?" you scoffed.

"No." He swallowed thickly. "Not when I've had those thoughts too..."

Chan's words made a shiver run down your spine. He pulled you in closer by your wrist. You stumbled and put your hand against his chest to steady yourself. When you looked into his eyes you saw nothing but pure need and adoration - he wanted you. Bringing your hand up to his cheek, you used it to bring his face closer to yours.

"Would you like to try some of those fantasies out?" you murmured, lips inching closer to his.

"Right here?"

"Right here." You bumped your nose against his, "I need you to take me right here."

His lips finally smashed against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to push yourself impossibly close against him. One of his hands snaked around your waist, while the other leaned against the bookshelf. The two of you moved, possibly knocking down some books, and managed to get to a table. At first he pushed you against the surface of the table, but before he could prop you up you took the lead and turned both of you around. Breaking the kiss, you began kneeling - clawing down his chest as you did.

"I want your cock in my mouth, now." You looked up at him as you fumbled with his pants. "You've got no idea how much I've drooled at the sight of it through your pants."

"I think I've got some idea." He chuckled and helped you pull his pants down.

You dismissed his comment, and went to place kisses over his fabric covered cock. He was already hard, which only made teasing him more fun.

"Does it excite you that someone could walk in at any moment, Chan?" you asked and smiled when you felt his cock twitch under your palm.

You took his cock out of his underwear, admiring the size as it bounced up against his stomach. Taking it in your hand, you pumped him a few times. You pressed a kiss to the reddened tip of his cock, watching him squirm as you did. Chan ran his fingers through your hair, gripping it slightly.

"I thought you wanted to be a good little whore and suck my cock," he said. "Isn't this what you dreamt of, baby?"

Before you could reply, he shoved your mouth onto his cock. You gagged around it, and it sent a jolt down to your cunt. Chan's grip loosened, and you started bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Muffled moans and soft groans escaped Chan's lips. When you looked up at him, you saw him looking down with lust filling his eyes.

"That's right, baby, look at me." He grinned. "You're a good slut, aren't you? Maybe I should've done this to you earlier- maybe that'd shut you up for once. Is that right, Y/N? Does it take some good cock for you to keep your mouth shut?"

You moaned around him, continuing your movements. The need to please him filled your body, and you couldn't help but moan when he praised your efforts. Feeling him get closer to climax only made you more eager. Your mouth pulled off of him with a pop, your hand kept doing the job your mouth was doing before.

"Cum in my mouth," you rasped out, "Please?"

Chan didn't respond, instead he grabbed your hair again and pushed you back onto his cock. You let him hold you in place as he fucked your mouth, drool dribbling down your chin. You were lucky that no one was in the library to hear the sounds of your mouth being used - slurping as you hollowed your cheeks around him. Tears started stinging in your eyes, as you looked up to see his eyes shut tight and eyebrows knitted together. Chan's mouth hung open, not even trying to stop any noises that might come out. Your nails dug into his thighs. A string of swears left Chan's lips as he came down your throat.

"So good to me, Y/N," he moaned, "Was it that hard to just do as I say for once?"

"I'm bruising my knees for you and you can't even say thank you?" you joked and stood back up.

After pulling his pants back up, you felt his hands sneak around your waist. He was sporting a big, lovesick grin - still high on endorphins. Your hands cupped his face.

"You owe me an orgasm," you whispered.

"Sure, are you free now?" He pulled you in closer.

"Get me to the nearest bathroom and I'll consider letting you fuck me." You smiled.

[thisisntevenmyfinalblog]

I like Hazbin so far, but I do feel like we could’ve gotten a show with a lot more nuance and depth and less jokes about SA if it was written by someone other than Vivziepop, because let’s be honest… the best parts of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss are fanmade or written by other people

For example, the song Addict is honestly one of the most iconic and popular songs related to Hazbin Hotel, but it’s a fan song.

The Helluva Boss Pilot was better than Hazbin Hotel’s Pilot (subjective) because it was actually written by someone else.

You can still like HH and HB just fine, I don’t care, but people keep defending Vivziepop like she’s this saint who has done no wrong, and attacking anyone who says anything critical abut her.

Anyways, Hazbin is okay. It’s kinda average, but it’s still enjoyable that I wanna keep watching. I love Sir Pentious, hate how he was treated in Episode 6, and hey, if I get sent death threats or smth I might as well say all my opinions right now so you all can get them out.

The writers don’t know how to write women like Vaggie or Cherri Bomb

Alastor is overrated and overhyped. He could use more personality, and more screentime doing ominous and tricky things, instead of just “shows up, says threatening line, refuses to elaborate, leaves”

People in heaven acting just as bad as people in Hell (like Adam) is not a good or unique take. Good Omens has done it, and they’ve also done it better. I did like that Adam leading the exterminations was something that not everyone knew about, but I don’t think Sera should’ve known about it either. Idk exactly, but I would’ve gone about it in a different way.

Bringing back the writing women thing, I also think Charlie’s writing can be handled a little poorly from time to time. The only thing keeping her afloat for me is that she is to Rapunzel what Hellsa is to Elsa.

I hate Mimzy’s design. I don’t know why.

Actually kinda liked Lucifer just being a weird dad, but he’s should have a better redemption arc before all that.

Not Hazbin Hotel specific, but why are shows so afraid of having more than 15 episodes in a season now? I know they want to cut out filler because they no longer need to run for a certain amount of time, but honestly? Hazbin Hotel needs more episodes. It needs more time to flesh out its story, and this honestly applies to a lot of other shows whose stories could’ve been great if not for streaming.

Stephanie Beatriz is a great actress so use her better. She did amazing as Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and Vaggie is… (no offense) just another of the badass Latina stereotype. Also, she is an amazing singer, but the super high octave in her and Carmine’s song did not do her voice any justice. It does not need to be that high, you can bring it down an octave or two.

I probably will have more complaints as more episodes come out. We’ll see. I still enjoy watching the show, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not perfect. Receiving criticism doesn’t mean it’s a terrible show, just that it has room for improvement.

If you read this far, thanks. I had to make a blog because I don’t have any other socials to say anything abt it on.

[omeletcat]

Hey! I recently started following your blog and I'd like to ask you some rather important questions before I start offering advice and my thoughts.

Why are you making a game? And for who?

Cause I don't wanna get in the way of your creativity just because you're not making "a game for me".

Like, as an example, I mostly play games on controllers, when I play games, and you tying so many of the mechanics and controls to the mouse means using controller input will not be very easy to add, if possible at all

But ... If you don't like playing games with a controller, and wanna see how much you can do with the keyboard/mouse inputs, then it is definitely the right decision to tie all these mechanics to that! But if me pointing this out makes you go "Oh right! There are people who mostly use controllers and I definitely wanna make my game work for them as well!" then it's a valid thing to point out that your game could prove hard to make work with a controller as input.

This is, btw, important to keep in mind when receiving critiques from others from your end, are they giving you tips/ideas/etc. that align with your vision of what you want to make, and following their advice will help you? Or are their points valid from their point of view, but would just muddy your vision and trying to accommodate it would mean falling into the trap of trying to please everyone, failing to make a good game for anyone?

Ty for asking! I'm mostly making this game because i think its fun and i rly wanna make something cool that people will enjoy. My ultimate dream is to make something so cool that it would be worth making fanart for! For the who part idrk, for people like me who like the kind of game i am making? ALSO TYSM FOR TELLING ME ABOUT THE CONTROLLER THING I had a rly small thought about smth like that ages ago but brushed it off thinking i should focus on making the core mechanics first. But yea you're totally right! implementing this combat system with a controller would be hard, especially since i mostly grew up playing with the wii.. and like a playstation controller three times. What i usually play is in random free stuff i could find online. I am unsure how it would work/how it even works when you apply a controller to a computer to play a game with it but i am definitely gonna think about this!! The core idea is the aiming, i could either change the mouse aiming to aiming with a joystick and moving a mouse like thingy around but i feel that wouldn't rly work.

The current aiming mechanic works kinda like this the screen is divided into 8 area's (4 directions and one for close and long range attacks) to attack you press either left or right mouse click and depending on if the mouse is in the central area or outside of it it will give a different attack for attacks that have a specific direction, the 4 area's decide where the attack will be aimed thanks to the mouse position. I could make it so that the player selects the area's like an option button? I can't rly explain it, imagine a list of buttons and moving the joystick to go down, imagine that but with these area's! This would work best for attacks are directed to a certain area like Rae's blast attack.

It has 4 directions and only aims at those parts. So for this attack it would work great. You move around the selector and switch around between them to aim pick a direction and if its far or close. But for some other attacks like Luca's main it aims towards the mouse position and doesn't pick a direction depending on where the mouse is, I am unsure how i would do this if i pick the idea of switching between zone's. I may just make it so the direction the player is moving while attacking is where it is aiming. Because when the player is attacking you can't move. I think that would work out. HOWEVER I am unsure how I would add this, how to detect if the player is using a controller, and a bunch of other things, i'm pretty sure i can add controller inputs in the settings and make those work for basic movements and attacks, but i would need to add a few extra things to fully make it compatible for controllers.

Sry if this rambling is kinda messy but they are the first idea's that come to mind how i would make the game playable for controller!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS!! I would have never thought about making it playable for controller if you wouldn't have helped me!!

You said you had more advice/thoughts so if you want to please share!! Any advice is be insanely helpful!

[mqfx]

other things that'll happen when i transmigrate:

for the first few months i actually see very little of him bc he's busy and also avoiding me bc im scary. that's ok baby i need to crash course this language and i have no wifi to distract me it's all good. he will receive reports about how dedicated i am and how quickly i learn. meanwhile i'll be writing letters to myself pretending they're from my imps. i also talk to fish anon daily

also it should be very suspish to him that this random stranger knows his personal name so he thinks i'm a spy? or smth

one day he's finally curious enough about this lunatic who's not really doing anything but eat his food and talk to his fish so he shows up. i fumble the bag yet again bc im so eager to talk to him that i put him off a bit. again that's ok BUT i know just enough of the language now that i tell him "hat man bad. no jin guangyao" and he gives me a "what the fuck" look. i draw pictures for him

he realizes that i may be a lunatic but i also know things so he takes it more seriously, more directly supervising me, and then i tell him random chengyu that i learned. like wen qing mo mo. he doesn't appreciate that one depending on which universe i popped into

the other cast start showing up--obviously jin ling's gonna be there. he reminds me of my students irl and it makes me pensive and sad. jiang cheng notices the complexity and depth of my emotions for the first time. nie huaisang visits too and is curious about me but through gestures i demonstrate that i am similarly not a threat. they go off to discuss things somewhere else

i REALLY wanna meet wei wuxian. baby i'll pass the fuck out when that happens but that doesn't happen until way later, after jiang cheng and i have established a better rapport. bc then he'll think "oh of course everyone likes him more" but at the end of the day i come back to him and he's surprised. wwx probably won't like me hanging around his little brother and will investigate me

god a lot of it depends on when i pop in though.....

[mooodyblue]

a one-shot request of austin meeting reader at a masquerade ball and it gets a lil nsfw (they don't know each other it's just meet by accident hehe) i was thinking the period may be set in like the 18th century or smth idk totally up to you if you decide to write it! sending good vibes for your writings ✨️🫶

hi thank yoouuu !! was obsessed with this request, i've never written anything like this before so i hope it came out okay T_T thank you for the request!!! i really enjoyed writing it. i think this was the first time i actually enjoyed writing smut haha

feel my rhythm, come with me | austin butler x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fingering (f. receiving), historical inaccuracies probably idk i definitely did a unnecessary amount of research for this

wc: 1.5k

masterlist

austin wasn't one to go to these sort of events. they were always full of people he didn't know or cared for, people who only wanted to gossip and find possible candidates to marry their sons or daughters. he was dragged to the ball by his father, insisting that he'd mingle and possibly find his own princess to marry. except he wasn't sure if he wanted to marry in the first place. he just wasn't ready.

his father was nowhere to be found, leaving austin to tend to himself and wander around making himself look more busy than he actually is. how was he supposed to find someone when everyone was decked in masks? this had to have been the worst event to find his so called "princess".

oh but to his surprise, many girls continued to ask for a dance from him to which he always politely declined. he was decked out in all black, a small white mask covering most of his face. how could he possibly be gathering this much attention?

he rummaged through the crowd of people dancing, off to find himself a drink or an escape out of the crowded ballroom. a sigh of relief left his lips as he caught a footman nearby. "any chance i could get a drink? please?" he begged.

"right away." he nodded.

austin was handed a glass, downing the entire thing in one sitting before handing it back to him. "thank you." he sighed as he leaned against the wall, cross armed. his eyes scanned the room, looking for a possible escape. across the building was a door that led to the outside, perhaps he could make his escape there. he wandered through the crowd one last time, heading straight for the exit. as his hand reached for the handle, the door slammed into face and he let out a small yell. "christ!"

"oh goodness, i'm so incredibly sorry sir. are you okay?" you quickly pulled him outside, looking at his face closely. "i'm afraid i wasn't paying attention."

"clearly." austin mumbled, rubbing under his mask.

"is there blood? does it hurt?"

he scoffed, "well, of course it hurts! i did just get hit with a door."

you gulped, backing away slightly. "i do apologize. i just needed to step out for a moment."

"you and me both." he sighed, fixing his mask. thankfully he wasn't bleeding, but he's sure a bruise will form by the next morning. "aren't these things just so dreadful?"

"awful." you sighed. "i'd rather be at home but instead i've been squeezed into this dress and i can barely breathe."

austin took a good look at you. you wore a large shiny gold and red gown, with a thick white mask to cover your face. the dress complimented your body shape well...amongst other things. "i find it quite nice." he mumbled out.

"i would hope so, my mother practically forced me into this thing." your hands went to your hips as you eyed him down. "what's your name?"

"butler. a-austin." he stuttered out.

"butler, huh?"

he nodded, clasping his hands behind his back. "and yours?"

you let out a small laugh, shaking your head. "y/n."

"as in....." he gasped, bowing down to you immediately. "pardon me, princess. i should have recognized you."

"oh-don't do all of that. it's not a big deal." you rolled your eyes, forcing him to stand up straight. "i believe my father is a friend of your family."

austin groaned, running a hand across his face. this whole event was a ploy to get the two of you to meet. he really disliked the man sometimes. in austin's defense, he had no idea that the charming girl he was introduced to was the real thing. he didn't pay attention to these things and not to mention, everyone in the building were wearing masks. "you wanna get out of here?" he finally asked.

"ugh, please." he took your hand and led you away from the building. the two of you went for a walk, your arm was hooked under his and you glanced up at the night sky. "beautiful, isn't it?"

he looked at you then up at the sky. "indeed."

you stopped him and pulled him towards a tree, taking a seat where you could get a clear look of the sky. "this is much more enjoyable. what do you think, butler? you're not actually a butler are you?"

austin chuckled and took a seat next to you. "no, i'm not. you're allowed to call me austin."

"butler is more fun though." you pulled your knees up to your chest, hugging them. "at least you don't get called princess every second of the day." you tugged slightly at the top of your dress, adjusting your cleavage slightly to make yourself more presentable. your corset brought them up more than you liked and you constantly feared of something slipping out.

what you didn't notice was austin side eyeing you, unable to keep himself from looking down at you. he bit the inside of his cheek, turning his head and checking you out once more. he still hadn't seen your face nor have you seen his, but you were already perfect to him.

"i think you're drooling." you joked.

austin blushed, turning his head away from you. "my apologies."

"you can keep looking." you gripped at his chin, turning his head to face you again. you slipped the mask off your face, tossing it beside you as you smiled at him.

"my god." he whispered, mesmerized by your beauty.

you scooted closer to him, "your turn."

his fingers shakily unhooked the mask from behind his ears, lifting it carefully off his head. there was a small bruise on his nose from the incident earlier, cheeks and ears a rosy pink. he was the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on. "may i kiss you, princess?"

"please." you murmured, his hand cupping your jaw as his lips met with yours. he moved closer to to you as he deepened the kiss. you grabbed ahold of his other hand, bringing it up to one of your breasts, allowing him to give it a soft squeeze. you let out a quiet moan against his lips, "austin-"

"what do you want?" he asked. his hand moved away from your jaw and back down to your breasts while the other searched under your dress.

"touch me, god. please, touch me." you begged.

his hand crept up your thigh and up to your panties, his finger teasing the outside. his lips met yours again, smirking slightly knowing he's the cause of your own arousal. his fingers pushed aside your panties, running his middle finger down your slick folds to tease you slightly. your hand found its way to his pants only to be swat away by austin's other hand. "later." he mumbled against your lips.

he slipped a finger inside you, going slow as he pumped it in and out of you before adding a second one. you couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched you or pleasured you in this way. it was clear by how tight you were around austin's fingers. he trailed kisses down your neck, making sure to leave his mark right on display for everyone to see. "austin! m-my father will kill me if he sees-"

"don't care," he muttered against your neck, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. his thumb moved to your clit and rubbed it in a way that sent shivers down your spine, arching your back slightly as you let out a quiet moan. the look of ecstasy on your face was driving him crazy, only moving his fingers in and out of you faster as his own cocked begged for attention, straining in his dress pants. it was torture not being able to touch himself, but you came first. literally.

your breathing quickend and that familiar feeling you hadn't experienced in ages coiled up inside you. you wrapped a hand tightly around austin's arm as he continued on, "austin-oh, austin-" you gasped.

he smirked again, moving his thumb and rubbing your clit at a fast pace. "can't believe i've got my fingers inside a princess. would love to properly fill you up one day, wouldn't you like that? huh?" he growled.

you threw your head back and let your mouth fall wide open, letting out a breathless moan as your walls tightened right around his fingers. no other man could make you feel the way austin made you feel in that moment, you wanted more.

austin pulled his fingers out of you, taking each one in his mouth and sucking your juices right off before wiping them off on his suit. as much as he wanted you to return the favor, he also wanted to get you home soon. he chuckled at you as you continued to catch your breath, "was that okay?"

you let out a breathy laugh, leaning back on your arms. "i'm so glad i accidentally hit you with the door."

[aina-otsuki]

Aphrodite Nico draft for one of the chapters

It had been almost love - a simple, mere thought. All this time, the whole conception of “true love” in Bianca Di Angelo’s mind was pretty much like everyone else's: two people who were born for each other, to find happiness in each other, to dedicate and receive, to love and be loved in kind or return. Their fates were and had been woven into one another’s. They were simply meant to be. However it didn’t seem to be the case with or for her cara little brother, oh, Nico… He, too, did love, much like everyone else in the world. Oh, how much, how great, how deep Niccolo Di Angelo could truly love. Bianca had seen and been watching it grow all this time and still, it always shocked her so much she was baffled. Much to her displeasure. And that had only increased when she realized that his love wasn’t always going to be fully reciprocated. He was never going to have those feelings be returned fully. Which, filled her with even more shock. See, Nico had Will Solace. He didn’t even know about his own infatuation with Will, let alone answering it. And yet, he still loved. He loves and loved with everything in him. Bianca could see this. The way he loved - sorry to Lord Apollo, the Muses, and Shakespeare but no amount of poetry, love story, or fairy tale could even ever measure up. Its sheer immensity runs so deep it’s made the lack of reciprocation insignificant. Which was a lot to her. The jealousy was just so nonexistent. As long as the one he loved had been or was happy. And it confused Bianca. She didn’t know how she should identify it. “A great love” seemed rather unfitting. It felt like no sentence or single word could ever grasp the untainted dark depth of Nico’s love. It really frustrated her. Especially when he showed no sign of ever voicing it to… well, Will. Her brother had appeared more romantically blind than Bianca could ever have expected. Sure, Will Solace could be a dazzling sun ray of sunshine friend, but surely he couldn’t be that blind? His own obliviousness and happiness with Will as friends kept grating on her. It just kept doing as such time and time again. Soon enough, Bianca’s patience was and had been running extremely impossibly thin. She had contemplated disclosing this to him countless times. And then Nico’s mother, his Mammina, decided it was a good time to pay a visit. To her. Bianca couldn’t understand why. Why? Why visit her instead of her favorite child, her little angel, as she would put it. Soon after a few moments of silence she heard “True love,” Aphrodite said. The goddess let out a wistful sign in her praising tone of the sheer mention or thought of her son. It was then that she had realized. That Bianca realized. It had never been about the people. It had nothing to do with that or them. It was all about love - as it should be. As it always should have been. As it should have been known since time began. Nico simply loved, oh, so purely that there was nothing else but it. Nothing but his own love. His love had never been about giving and receiving. He just—loved. He loved and loved, and gave it all away because that was what his heart desired. He did what he truly wanted, desired more than anything. This was done without him even realizing. He just loved because he wanted to - with or without Will’s own answer. He loved because it was truly a part of himself. Fully, utterly, and wholly. Nico just loved like nothing else ever mattered. Nothing in the world at all. Bianca had thought it was more, no… the most stunning, and gorgeous picture than everything she had ever witnessed. She thought it was more beautiful than anything ever seen by her own precious little world.

Just a little smth I want to put in my fix. But I haven’t even finished the prologues. I’m sorry for anyone who wants to read this and can’t because I’m not finished. Anyways, any feedback is allowed.