#alba writes

[mammonsrockstargf]

“Whatcha doing?”

“I’m hiding,”

...

“Can I join?”

It looks comical, the way Mammon tries to fit inside your closet as well. There’s barely room for him, but somehow he manages to squeeze his long limbs into the small space. Once he’s sat, he turns his head slightly to look at you.

“Who are we hiding from?”

His blue eyes practically light up the place, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. Tentatively you inch a little closer and he opens his legs so you can slot between them, your back against his chest. You lean into the embrace, letting him wrap his arms around you. You can feel the beating of his heart next to your ear.

“I don’t know,” you mutter. You watch the wall of the closet, eyes trailing the curves and patterns of the wood. “Everyone,” you say.

Mammon hums. He presses a gentle kiss to your hair. You grab a hand from your waist, deciding to play with his fingers instead. In difference from his usual white, they’re painted the colour of your eyes. Yours matches with a mix of blue and yellow. All stolen from Asmo of course.

(He let you steal them. Mammon was not very discreet. You had to make up for it with a spa day the next weekend.)

Slowly you interwine your fingers with Mammon’s, leaning back to rest your head on his chest and closing your eyes.

“Were ya hiding from me too?”

...

“No, I would never hide from you.”

[cruel-seduction]

Masterlist OF FANDOMS

"With every bruise, she became his, and with every kiss, he lost his soul."

MY WORKS -

A world without You - Peter Parker x female reader

Summary: When Peter Parker wakes up in a world where Y/N never existed, he thinks he's been given the gift of freedom—no one to put in danger. But as the emptiness of her absence consumes him, Peter begins to question the cost of his choice. How far will he go to bring Y/N back, and who—or what—was behind her disappearance in the first place? Can Peter undo the deal he made, or is he trapped in a world where love never existed?

Midnight Encounters - Peter Parker x gn!Reader

You thought a midnight snack might cure your insomnia. Instead, you find a masked stranger injured and raiding your pantry. One odd kiss and a few strange confessions later, you’re left questioning what just happened—and if he’ll show up in your kitchen again.

Beneath the bet - A love unspoken - Sirius black x gn! reader

Sirius Black, the notorious heartthrob of Hogwarts, takes on a bet to win over Y/N, a sassy, nerdy Gryffindor who’s never fallen for his charms. What starts as a game quickly turns real when Sirius finds himself falling for her. But just as Y/N begins to trust him, a whispered secret about the bet shatters everything. Now, with her heart broken and Sirius desperate to make things right, the truth comes out… but is it already too late?

Is that all you get?

Saying "is that all you got?" In the middle of sex for dazai, akutagawa and chuuya? And them showing you what they really got.

Shadows of Regret

A reckless decision to stay by Eddie’s side in the face of danger leaves you critically injured, forcing Eddie into a desperate struggle to save you. As he battles his own guilt and the dark, dangerous forces at play, the bond between you, him, and Venom is tested in ways neither of you expected. With his heart torn between fear and love, Eddie must face the ultimate choice—can he keep you alive and protect the fragile connection you share? The clock is ticking, and your fate hangs in the balance… but will you both survive the aftermath, or will the shadows of regret be too much to overcome?

Masterlist { Of Yandere Smuts }

[simplykorra]

I stare at her perfect normality until I wake up and realize that I'm still the freak I've been my whole life. One thing I've learned since then. Life has a really fucked up way of making your dreams come true. - Ava Silva

[mournfulroses]

Federico García Lorca, from "3 Tragedies; Blood Wedding, Yerma, Bernarda Alta,"

[naometry]

It's once again WIP Wednesday!

Today I bring you: Somewhere I Belong, an AU created by @mafuwara and me where Akira is a witch and Goro is his cat familiar!

Make sure to check Alba's incredible piece for this AU here!

[depressopax]

Dating Nairobi would include...

Pairing: Nairobi x gn!reader (La casa de papel/money heist) Genre: Smut, fluff, headcanons Warning(s): NSFW content below

SFW

It was love at first sight. 

She saw you, and instantly fell in love.

…And it didn’t take long until you fell for her, too.

She knew she liked you, and wanted to be quick and make your hers, before someone else got the chance

She is a “criminal” after all. 

She loves you dearly and she hates the thought of you getting involved in dangerous situations.

At first, she would try to hide her criminal past for you, scared that you might judge her or leave her.

Nairobi is a very honest person. So after some time, she felt the urge to tell you everything.

She has trust issues, so if she decides to tell you about her past… She really loves and trusts you.

She hates keeping secrets from someone she loves. 

After telling you, you’d have to reassure her that it’s ok and that you still love her. 

She would also tell you about Axel, and how she lost her son

Nairobi’s dream is to go to the Canary Islands and find her son, and then start over in another country, just the three of you.

She wants a calm and normal life together with you.

She definitely wants a big happy family, and wants to have kids with you.

Doesn’t matter if you have a kid or adopt one, she just wants kids together with the person she loves.

SO overprotective.

Nairobi would keep you out of trouble. Her first priority is keeping you safe.

If someone messes with you? Oh boy…

Nairobi can be scary when she’s mad.

She’s not afraid to get into fights to defend her partner.

LOVES PDA. 

She wants to show the whole work you’re hers. 

In public, she would grab you by the waist and pull you close, have her arm around your shoulders etc…

Of course she’d respect it if you didn’t like PDA, but she loves seeing you flustered and would kiss you when people are watching just to see you flustered.

Her love language is touch. 

She just can’t keep her hands off you.

When cuddling/sleeping, she likes to be the big spoon. She wants to be able to hold you and protect you, even when sleeping. Feeling your warm body pressed against hers. It’s comforting for her. 

Nairobi loves sharing clothes with you.

Once you’re together with her, you practically share a closet. She loves wearing your clothes (and she makes it look stylish, even if it is the most basic shirt ever). Seeing you in her clothes is her favourite thing. She thinks you’re so damn adorable!

She would brag about you to everyone, and is not afraid to show affection. 

She would legit treat you like a royal. <3

Not scared to express her love for you. (Like she told Palermo: “You need courage to love”)

When Nairobi falls in love, she falls hard. 

There’s just something special about you that makes you irresistible. 

NSFW

She’s a top. Y’all can’t change my mind.

The thought of her lover being submissive is a turn on.

She’s a tease… 

Nairobi loves driving you crazy using her hands, in simple ways…

For example: Kneading your thighs and avoiding sensitive areas until you beg her to continue and touch other spots… 

She is experimental and open to trying new things, especially if you suggest it. As long as it’s nothing “too crazy” or dangerous. 

She’s a top, so she prefers positions where you are under her, and where she can see your face and all your reactions.

If you’re dominant too, she’d let you top her sometimes.. But she would make sure you don’t forget she’s the one in charge ;)

Neck kisses <3 

After love-making, you will be covered in hickeys, especially on your neck. 

She would enjoy watching you try to cover up the hickeys before leaving the house

And definitely would make you wear a t-shirt or tank top that exposes your neck. She wants everyone to know you’re taken.

In bed, she’s either really slow and loving, or rough and passionate. 

Overstimulation >>>>

If she’s in the mood, she will only stop pleasuring you once you’re crying, whimpering or begging her for a break. 

Nairobi does like being dominant and rough, but will always listen to your needs.

She would NEVER do something you're uncomfortable with, or anything that could injure you.

PRAISE KINK

This woman just loves praising you. “You’re so good for me, y/n” “You can take it, darling… Make me proud.”

…But she’s not afraid to degrade you either, if you’re into that. She doesn’t like calling you degrading names, but in the heat of the moment, it can be a real turn on for her. 

AFTERCARE QUEEN <3

She would always make sure you’re ok after sex. Your comfort is her priority.

I just love Nairobi so much omg 😭 I'm so damn gay for her lmao ALSO I COULDN'T FIND ANY NAIROBI SMUTS SO HERE I AM 😼

[words-put-together]

thinking about Ava saying she doesn’t know what she likes to wear because she never got to pick her own clothes so when Ava and Beatrice got to the alps they had to get clothes and stuff which probably made Ava really anxious so I just imagine Beatrice letting her try new stuff often so like at first they buy a couple of fits for Ava but go to the store like thrice a week to slowly get her to build a style she’s comfortable with

[and bea probably hates shopping for clothes, but seeing the little sparkle in Ava’s eyes when she wears something she genuinely likes and her cute little twirls when she’s showing them to her are worth it]

[update: I did it]

[ksdlaborell]

Here is how I structure all of my stories, based on one rule and four pillars

RULE:

Show, not tell.

This is the top 1 writing advice I could give to ANYONE. Always and constantly ask yourself if you are showing or telling, especially in 1st person.

Still, in some parts, it's wiser to tell, but it's an exception.

PILLARS, in this order

1. Structure

Grammar, paragraph separation (don't wanna read a giant block of text without a proper reason) , writing techniques, rhythm, scene construction, everything that is technical. This is what gives the first impression, bc doing this way too wrong is very distractive.

2. Credibility

Is this believable? And I ask in the sense of: does this have an explanation? If it's a magic fanfic, does the magic have an explanation? Or at least a background that makes sense? If it's a real-life fic, is this accurate? I highly recommend using reddit for research of life experiences so you can get more or less accurate.

3. Development

Do the events follow a logic? The acts have consequences? Do you have plot holes? Is there a loose cable that needs to be tied?

4. Plot

Is this story interesting? Do you have a plot?

This is how I structure my stories and how I analyze other stories. Plot is the last of them bc if everything else is great, but the plot is kinda meh, I will still read it. The basic still works just fine.

[scriptnoir]

[samijey]

i could die for f!reader/alba/isla/blair smut but i just know no one's gonna write it how am i supposed to get my mean goths fix

[mammonsrockstargf]

whenever i get mams as a surprise guest i always just ruffle his hair three times and it always works. 💀

Mammon plops down on the sofa, promptly crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. You look up from your homework, blinking at him. When Mammon doesn’t say anything, but simply just huffs again, you scoff and poke him with your foot that’s already propped up on the sofa.

“Why are you mad?”

Mammon glares at you slightly, before his resolve melts and and his disgruntled face morphs into a pout.

“Everyone is mean to me,” he replies. You set your homework down on the sofa table and spread your legs so he can crawl between them. He immediately does, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head on your chest. You giggle, threading your fingers through his hair. Mammon hums, sinking into your embrace.

“Wanna talk about it?” you ask as Mammon’s eyes slip closed and he nudges closer to you. (As if it’s possible. You sometimes wonder if Mammon would morph himself with you if he had the ability. You think he might. At least one of your arms or so.)

“Not really,” he mumbles, but something akin to a whine leaves him when you pull your hands out of his hair. “Don’t stop, please,” he grumbles and you don’t even try to fight the grin on your face as you continue to run your fingers through his hair.

“I just wanna lay here with my human for a while.”

masterlist | divider by cafekitsune

[vuulpecula]

✖ @mistrdctr inquired: 55

spotify wrapped | always accepting ↳ 55. night channels - foxing

Her fault. Her fault. Her fault. He was going to die, and it was all her fault. Hands pressed desperately over his middle, trying to staunch the bleeding that flowed endlessly, Fox tried to save the life that was already slipping away between her fingers. Shredded muscle and sinew twisted with the tattered remains of his robes, weaving together around her incapable digits like a grotesque mockery of a cat’s cradle. Maybe with medical equipment, earthly objects from that life left behind, his life would be spared—but there was nothing. Nothing she could reach for or grab, no one to call, there was nothing she could do. The great Doctor Strange was dying and the world would be lesser for it.

“Please, please,” her arms were shaking as she begged for that tiny spark of something to appear. Concentrating, digging as deep as she could for any shred of healing power or magic or whatever it was. The shaking became worse. The edges around him, laying prone beneath her unlit hands, began to fade. Melting into a darkness she fought to keep back. Blood dripped from her nostrils, a splitting headache brought forth a spasm of pain, and still she tried. Frantic for anything and lacking in everything. There was no fighting the dizziness that sent the world around them spinning, meshing every color together until all she could see was black.

A deep red glow filled the space and from it walked a woman. Spine straight, moving unhurried to kneel beside the dying Strange. “We clung to our warp weighted loom,” she began softly. “By the time we were done, we were woven in. Such constriction from a self-made trap.” It was Fox and it wasn’t. She was different. Perhaps a little older, confident, oozing with the darkness of power, and looking down upon him with the softness of seeing an old friend. A hand, fingers sooty with darkness, rested over his wound. Again, a glow began, pulsing a deep orange where it had once been gold. The pieces of him that had fallen apart began to weave back together once more. Cells healing in a way that seemed wholly impossible.

With her other hand, she pushed the hair back from his brow. “And on these antlers, dry-rot cracks through.” As if he was crowned or meant to be. This Fox, she glanced to the other beside him. Unconscious and incapable. “I left myself too open for you,” she reflected before turning her attention back to him. “So, by now I know what decay is.” There was a sadness in the way she said it, as if all three had been connected in some mysterious way that had led her down the darker path. The corrupted path. Wanda Maximoff was not the only witch tempted by that which she could not have.

“I’ll lay on waves until the night channels end,” Fox stated, as if telling him where she would be. Where he could find the beginning to the end that would not come for him. Not now, at least. She leaned close to him, his body nearly healed completely beneath her hand. “Future love,” she whispered against the shell of his ear. “Don’t fall apart.” As quickly as she had come, she was gone. Disappearing into the fading glow like a figment of a twisted imagination.

[simplykorra]

"sorry, theological grandstanding just...really annoys me."

[akaiitori]

Rockhill

Sometime in March I found a song by Beltaine, which immediately inspired me to write. Turns out, fast-paced flight scenes are VERY hard to both write and draw! But finally, I can show the fruits of four months of work :)

[ SFW / No content warnings | Word count: 5,980 ]

Progress gif of the illustration after the cut ⬇️

[depressopax]

Stress relief - Nairobi x fem reader smut

Pairing: Nairobi x fem reader Genre: Smut Warning(s): Semi-public, cuss words, thigh riding, slight degradation, sub!reader + dom!Nairobi, oral (reader giving), AFAB reader, reader is called 'Athens' Words: 1,200  Summary: Reader helps Nairobi relax after some intense days at the Royal Mint. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

“He’s such an asshole!” Nairobi’s voice is loud and upset as she collapses on the couch. 

The tension between the robbers is getting tense and it’s only day 4 of the heist. 

In usual order, Berlin had something incredibly misogynistic to say, and Nairobi snapped. The two of them argued for a good while until you had to drag Nairobi away from there, whilst Denver tried to make Berlin calm the fuck down. 

She rubs her forehead and sighs deeply. You take a seat beside her.

“I guess Berlin is not the only thing bothering you?”

She shakes her head. You look at her with compassion in your eyes and gently pats her leg. You listen to her rant whilst slowly stroking her thigh.

“Everyone keeps fucking up. First, Rio and Tokyo, then Denver. And now… Berlin.”

“I know Nairobi… It sucks.”

You hate seeing her like this, and would do anything to make her feel better… Anything.

That gives you an idea. Your hand teasingly moves higher up on her clothed thigh, squeezing it now. 

“Shit!” 

She cusses.

“Not now, Athens.” 

But you don’t feel like listening to her warnings today… You kiss her softly and continue caressing her. You know it’s risky to do it here, in a office at the Royal Mint, but in the moment of arousal, you don’t bother to give a fuck. It even excites you. 

“Talk to me, sweetie…” You murmur, massaging her thigh whilst your fingers move to her groin. She tries focusing on ranting about her frustration, which quickly turns into soft moans. You smirk as you watch her go from upset to at ease as your fingers work magic, rubbing all the right spots through the red jumpsuit. Deciding to take things further, you stand up, locking eyes with the woman before you. The sound of the zipper is loud in the quiet office. Her eyes widen watching you strip out of the jumpsuit. To your satisfaction, Nairobi blushes. You’re usually not this bold. Now walking up and straddling yourself in Nairobi’s lap, facing her. This way, you can satisfy the both of you. Nairobi with your eager hands that gropes her chest and hips, and soft kisses and bites on her neck - and yourself by grinding your sex against her thigh. 

“Fuck… You’re insatiable, Athens.”

Nairobi growls. 

“So what?” “'So what?' We’re in the middle of a damn heist!”

Her frustration is coming back and you can tell she’s fighting the pleasure she’s feeling right now. 

Out of all robbers, Nairobi is the one to take the Professor’s plan seriously and never lets her guard down. But this also means she gets no rest. While the rest of the group take turns sleeping, Nairobi usually stays up, guarding the hostages, printing money and making sure the plan goes smoothly. You notice the dark circles under those brown eyes you love, and how the calm woman you adore is more tense and short-tempered. 

“You’re so stressed. You deserve a lil’ break, Nairobi…” 

You mumble softly, continuing stimulating yourself against her clothed thigh, whilst touching her. She squirms under you and bites her lip to muffle a moan. You enjoy watching her flustered and it only encourages you to continue, more eager this time. 

“You’re such a slut sometimes, you know…” 

The dark haired woman says under ragged breathing. Her words surprise you a bit, she is usually very soft and is not that fond of degrading names. But you can’t say you hate it. With a chuckle, you ask:

“Did you just-”

You never get to finish your sentence before she starts bouncing her leg. She rests her head against the cushions on the couch, her dark eyes staring and following your every movement.

“Why did you stop riding? I thought you wanted this.”

Nairobi’s sweet voice is almost mocking now and she looks very entertained. The sensation feels good but intense. It’s almost too much to handle, as you continue riding her. She bounces her leg faster and you let out a loud moan.

“Not so loud.”

She hisses, her hand traveling up to your mouth. She parts your lips with her thumb, and you obediently open your mouth for her only to close it again, wrapping your lips around her thumb. 

She keeps holding her hand on your face, muffling your loud moans with her fingers as her other hand keeps you in place, not allowing you to move freely. Your own arousal grows as your body heats up. Your panties are already soaked and you feel that intense knot in your stomach, so close to that sweet release. The friction is unbearable and you scream into your lover's hand every time her bouncing leg slams against your swollen clit. 

You barely reach an orgasm before Nairobi stops moving her leg and gently pulls you off her thigh. Confused and frustrated, you whine in response.

“Aww, you poor thing…” Nairobi smirks and looks at you. “You’re right, honey… I do need some stress relief. Will you be an angel and lock the doors?”

Your legs tremble when walking. You lock the door to the office and pull the blinds down too. As you turn around, your lover sits on the couch, her legs spread invitingly. With embarrassment, you notice the wet spot on her thigh, from where you sat. 

“Did you cum from that?” She teases, her hungry gaze at your wet panties. “Without my permission? Dirty girl…” 

She laughs and pulls the zipper to her uniform. She doesn’t even need to order you to do anything. You kneel before her, sitting on the floor between her thighs.

“Remind me to get a new jumpsuit before we head down to the others again.” She mumbles. You lean forward and kiss her lips, neck and chest while you help her get the jumpsuit off, tossing it to the floor. You give her an eager kiss before leaving wet kisses on her body. You rub her wetness through the thin fabric, making Nairobi react with a soft moan.

“Not so loud.”

You tease, using her own words against her. She laughs and observes your every move as you slide her underwear off. She puts her legs over your shoulder, forcing your face closer to her glistening pussy. 

“Fuck… That’s my good girl.”

Nairobi murmurs. You dig right in, working feverishly on satisfying her with fingers and tongue. Your fingers work in and out of her wetness, whilst you lick her wet folds and tease her clit with the tip of your tongue, getting a taste of her. 

It’s a turn on, hearing her moan into a pillow, and watching her face flushed red from the overwhelming pleasure. You feel proud of yourself for being able to make her feel good and can already see she’s more relaxed now, all stress and frustration fading and being replaced with pleasure. You lost track of time, there’s only you and Nairobi right now.

She lets out a sigh of relief and looks down at you with a satisfied smile. But she won’t let you stop just yet… 

“You know… This is some hella good stress relief. I should use you more often, babe.”

I'm so fucking obsessed with Nairobi rn bruh 😭 Don't be suprised if I go into a hyperfixation and post 10 different Nairobi scenarios lmao

[kazuza-art]

Riddledore genderswap snippet 🙈

Alba is running around, trying to get her wild curls into some sort of order while applying red on her lips, dropping her shoes, almost tripping twice on the rug Tom told her to move out of the entryway a thousand times.

He waits for her patiently, a small smile on his face, giving her the items she’s searching for before she even asks for them while looking lazily over the kitchen, the food cooking itself nicely on the stove, his books (a two-bit novela she loves) in one hand, his wand in the other.

He’s used to the chaos that rises in her path by now. After three years of living there, in her realm, he almost came to enjoy it.

He’s used to it to the point that when his guardian is away, time seems to slow down somehow and it’s too quiet, too eerie in the cottage. As if the house itself was on hold, waiting for its owner to come back and breathe life into it again.

Tom loves order. A childhood spent in poverty, between the blitz and the constant fear of lacking food, of sickness, of the dreadful priest and doctors the Matrone kept calling on him had left him with very little tolerance for chaos and surprise.

With Alba it’s just different.

She’s lively, snarky, intense, crazy and everything in between. It makes living with her challenging and exciting. Her chaos never makes Tom’s life in Bumblebee’s difficult or tedious. She’s a mess, but he can see the order right through it and she never messes with his stuff. For someone so all over the place, she’s incredibly clean and neat where it counts and more than that, even if she plays the part of a pretty airhead for others, Tom knows better. There is always plenty of fresh food stocked everywhere in the house. Tom always find his clothes either replaced or fixed and he never spends a day with something he has outgrown, not even a pair of socks.

Even though, at the age of fifteen he doesn’t need a mother anymore (Alba is not really mother material anyway ) he still enjoys being taken care of.

In exchange (she says he doesn't have to a thousand times, but Tom knows nothing comes free in life, he knows) he cooks (Alba is a dreadful cook) and cleans and takes care of her in his own way. It’s nothing more than what he would do for himself really. He likes helping her with her study, her research, and everything she takes a shine to, he end up finding it fascinating too anyway.

“Where is that damn… Oh, I swear, calling me at this hour! Fawley has no shame the old goat!” she keeps ranting, finally managing to pin every curl out of her face in a tight bun she only does when she’s going to see someone she dislikes.

Tom shrugs but can’t help a little smirk. That is what he loves the most, her ranting about the Ministry.

How do I look?" she asked, finally turning away from the antic mirror to pick up the luggage Tom was handing her.

“There is something there,’ he gestures to her to come closer and she does, absent-mindedly, her incredible mind already a thousand miles away.

He gently runs his thumb on her cheeks, rubbing off an imaginary smear, and kisses her quickly on the lips. She moves away after a second, as if electrocuted.

“Tom! I told you a thousand times, you’re too old for this!”

There is not much force in the protest, and she merely tries to look mad at him when he grins like a well-fed cat, proud of his mischief.

“Have a safe trip,”

“I’ll ask Horace to come and check by…”

“I don’t need to…”

“I know I know. Humor me please, I won’t be able to sleep if I’m not sure you’re safe.”

“You won’t sleep anyway,” Tom retorts with a displeased frown. He doesn’t dislike his potion professor. That doesn’t mean he wants to have him snooping around their house without a good reason.

She ruffles his hair with a little laugh.

“You know me too well. I’ll be back in a week, two if I can't help it. After that, we’ll have the whole summer for us.”

This makes him smile. She tasked him a week ago to organize them a little vacation, leaving him free reign for where and what activities they will do once there. Tom had not be able to settle on something yet. There are so many places, so many things he wants to see with her. But more than that, he wants somewhere, something, that she, also, would experience for the first time alongside him. And for someone like Alba who is as well-traveled as she’s well-read, it’s a fit on its own.

That time away from her might be an inconvenience, but Tom was always good at making lemonade out of the rock life kept throwing at him after all.

He smiles and waves her goodbye, wishing absently he could get away with another kiss.