#and under his 'favorite color' it said 'any transparent'

[spadeprincesss]

in your aged up art, you say vio practices dark magic but it’s a secret.

when you say that, do you mean a secret from the general public but the colors/shadow/zelda know, secret from most people (so maybe shadow or some of the colors know), or that no one but vio knows?

great question! I should have clarified better but yes I mean that it’s a secret from the general public but the colors + Shadow and Zelda know! He needed all their help to bring back Shadow after all!

I remember seeing a tag comment on the original post about their designs asking if Shadow taught him dark magic and the initial answer is no, Vio taught himself in order to resurrect Shadow. He had Zelda’s approval as well as the support from the rest of the colors. Zelda even chipped in a bit, her magic allowing Shadow to be able to roam during the day, though not at full power.

There are a few reasons for this being a secret though:

• Firstly is the stigma against dark magic. The general public fears and hates it, and to a degree its understandable, this type of magic has been used to bring ruin to Hyrule many times, but at the end of the day Vio believes magic has no morality. Magic is as good and as evil as the person wielding it. This said Vio doesn’t want the heroes’ image to come under any scrutiny because if his practices, so he keeps it a secret and only uses it when fighting alone/when necessary to save someone.

• Secondly is simply because it’s better to keep all your cards close to your chest isn’t it? The other colors and Shadow don’t really abide by this rule as often and Vio has respected that, and the other colors respect him in turn for wanting to keep this hidden as long as he’s transparent with them about it.

This is reflected very well in one of my favorite scenes of this AUs main story. All the colors are separated from Shadow and Zelda, each sent somewhere different so they can’t get in the way. Vio is surrounded by men who think he’s easy pickings on his own, and Vio gets his “I’m not stuck in here with you, you’re stuck in here with me” moment. Pictured below.

Fun fact: overusing dark magic leaves marks on your skin, after this encounter Vio has to wear fingered gloves to cover up the fact that the tips of his fingers and his hands have been dyed black because if the usage of dark magic. Are there more marks on his body? Who knows. 👀

[correctproseka]

I randomly got a pokemon hyperfix so welcome to my: prsk characters and their favorite pokemon (or the one most like them in my opinion based solely on designs bc i like them), most of these are the ones i see them having as a first pokemon (i mean, the evolved ones probably got the first version but yknow)

In other words

Kin typing prsk characters as pokemon (chaos edition)

I started with niigo since Mizuki and Sylveon is what started all of this idea.

[image ID: a picture with the empty sekai background, all of niigo transparents are on it with their anniversary outfit, first is Mizuki, with a Sylveon image on their feet. Next is Mafuyu, with a shiny Bunnelby also on her feet. Next is Ena, with a Torchic on her head. And Kanade with a Meloetta on her feet]

Ok i know i said "the ones i see them having as a first pokemon" and Meloetta is a mythical but if you playing as a 10yo can catch one so can Kanade fuck it.

[Image ID: a picture with the street Sekai background, all of the vivid bad squad transparents in their anniversary outfits. First is Akito with a Torracat on his feet. Next is Kohane with a Morpeko. Then is An with a Rockpuff shiny. And lastly Toya with a Riolu.]

You guys have no idea how happy I was when seeing dog pokemon for An i found out that the one that felt like shed use the most was blue in the shiny.

Also, fun fact, im putting these in the order that im thinking of them in.

[Image ID: a picture with the classroom Sekai background, with the Leo/need girls also in their anniversary outfits. It starts with Saki with a shiny Yamper, Honami with an Appletun on the top of her drum, Shiho with a Luxray and Ichika with a Pikachu]

I just feel like Ichika would appreciate the classics such as Pikachu, and also poor Yamper i did not find a 2D model of your shiny

[Image ID: image with the stage sekai background and the more more jump girls, again with their anni outfits, Haruka has an Empoleon behind her, Minori is holding a Lillipup, Airi has a Snubull and Shizuku an alolan Ninetales]

THESE WERE THE HARDEST TO FIT DUE TO EMPOLEON AND NINETALES BEING A BIT BIGGER, also bc they're jumping and i have less size notion with them in the fuckinf air.

Also, first one I didn't feel the need for a shiny, the designs fit easily without a change of colors.

[image ID: an image with the wonderland sekai background, wonderlandxshowtime is wearing the anniversary outfits, Emu has a tinkaton, Nene has a Golett, Rui has a Rotom flying around his head, and Tsukasa has a galarian Rapidash]

And to finish it off, i needed help with Rui and Tsukasa from professionals (wxs fans that are also old ass pokemon fans, my hyperfixation literally started 3 days ago), also, in my head, Nene has a shiny Golett, which has green lines instead of yellow, but i didnt see any model to use so oof.

And thats all, that was very fun to do!! I accidentally made my friends start yelling teams for them on discor

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@kentucky-fried-goth-attire

@marroon-i-think

@azuresystem

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[littlerat2]

Style Swap

This story is for @prinxietyweek

Prinxiety Week Day 1

Prompt: Style Swap/Sun and Moon

Warnings: Swearing, Food Mention. I think that’s it but if you think I should add others, please let me know <3

Words: 1351 

AO3

Virgil searched his room. Under the bed, in the hamper, even behind the bookshelf. His hoodie was nowhere to be seen.

He was halfway through searching his closet when Roman’s voice startled him half to death.

“Hey babe-”

“Fuck!” He yelped, placing a hand over his chest. He took a few deep breaths, and turned around to see Roman’s apologetic smile. Not only that, but he was clad in Virgil’s hoodie.

“Sorry for startling you,” He said with a soft chuckle. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. “You going back in the closet?” He teased.

“I was looking for that, actually,” Virgil growled, but without any real heat behind it.

“Oh… sorry. Again.”

“It's okay. Can I have it back?’

“Yeah.” Roman went to take it off, but stopped. “Later.”

“Wha- Princey, I'm cold!” He shot a glare Roman’s way, but smiled. It did look good on him.

Roman stuck his tongue out at him, but then his expression softened. “You can use mine.”

“Why are you using mine if you have your own?!” Virgil sputtered.

“It smells like you,” Roman mumbled, burying himself in the soft fleece of Virgil’s hoodie. Who was Virgil to deny him that? “Besides, you’re already wearing one of my shirts!”

Virgil sighed, rolling his eyes affectionately and walking up to Roman, pulling his face down to his level.

“If you insist on cosplaying me, at least let me do your makeup.”

“And look like a Hot Topic threw up on me? No thanks,” Roman teased.

“I’ll let you do mine-”

“Deal!” Roman said, running at Virgil and tackling him onto his bed.

“I gotta get the makeup first, get off!” He laughed. By god, he was smitten.

. . .

A few hours later, Virgil and Roman both had full faces of makeup. After giving Roman his signature eyeshadow, Virgil decided to go a little overboard, adding little crescent moons on the sides of Roman’s eyes. The moons themselves were erased from the shimmery purple eyeshadow Virgil had used on Roman’s top lids and blended out to the sides, and a little of the bottom. He was rather proud of the look, and may even try it out on himself sometime. He also let Roman wear his favorite matte black lipstick. The man looked stunning by the time he was done. He leaned more towards a galaxy goth vibe than Virgil’s usual scene aesthetic, but he did dabble with goth makeup and clothing from time to time.

And Roman had seemed to like it! Even claiming he wouldn’t mind if Virgil wanted to do his makeup more often. It made his heart swell with pride. Plus, he wouldn’t mind doing his boyfriend’s makeup again. The idea sent excited little spiders skittering in his stomach.

Roman was just finishing Virgil’s makeup now. Virgil was content watching him work, just mere inches from his face. Roman had this cute little concentrated expression, like when he was working on a story or an art piece. It took everything for him not to kiss him every time he got close.

Pulling away, Roman’s jade eyes examined Virgil’s face. 

“Done!” He announced, summoning a hand mirror. Virgil was pleasantly surprised that Princey didn’t go over the top. It was still extravagant compared to his usual tastes, but Virgil found that he didn’t mind.

Roman had applied a generous dusting of blush on his cheekbones, and some on his nose. He had golden graphic liner in the shape of a sun, and little golden stars littering his cheeks and nose like freckles. To top it off, he had a pale red lipliner on the corners of his mouth, blended toward the middle and finished with a transparent, pink tinted gloss. It definitely wasn’t his style, but he didn’t hate it. He dare say he might like it, though he’d definitely try it with a different color pallet on his own. He’d love to see it on Roman.

“This would be so fucking cute on your face,” he mumbled as he continued to admire the makeup.

“You think so?” Roman asked, a little smile creeping its way onto his lips. “It looks pretty gorgeous on you.” 

Virgil could feel his face warm up at the compliment, and Roman chuckled. He pulled Virgil into a hug.

“Come on, take a few photos with me.” He pulled out his phone and snapped a selfie with the both of them. Virgil gave a small smile. Roman took a few more. One where they both smiled. One where they were kissing. And one where Virgil laid against Roman’s chest.

Then Roman started taking dozens of photos of Virgil. Photos from every angle. Virgil even found himself posing in a couple of them, only to give in to the light giggles that attacked his chest a few moments after.

“I won’t show them to anyone, I promise,” he reassured. “I’ll put them in the locked folder of my phone, if it makes you feel better.”

“That’s really considerate of you, Princey,” Virgil said with a soft smile. Roman snapped another photo.

“Well, yeah. Wouldn’t want my boyfriend to be uncomfortable,” Roman said casually, taking another photo.

“Thanks,” Virgil smiled widely. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Roman snapped another photo, then gave Virgil a peck on the cheek. When he pulled back, he snickered.

“What?” 

Instead of explaining, Roman snapped another photo and showed it to Virgil. He had a big, black imprint of Roman’s lips on his cheek. Virgil found himself laughing brightly.

“Okay, okay, let me take a few photos of you before I mess up your makeup.” He pulled out his phone, and Roman launched into a series of poses, expressions, and ways of cradling his face with his hands. Virgil took about fifteen, which he would have deemed excessive about a year ago. But now, he loved having too many photos of his boyfriend, though his phone’s ‘Storage Space Running Out!’ notification didn’t share the same sentiment.

And, he’d seen Roman’s ‘Virgil Folder’ as he called it. He was surprised he hadn’t run out of space on his phone long ago.

When he was finished, he kissed Roman’s temple before nestling his face into the crook of Roman’s neck with a satisfied hum. As sappy as it sounded, any morning spent with his boyfriend was a good morning. 

The two spent the next thirty minutes pressing soft kisses to each other’s skin and basking in each other’s company, before a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Virgil called. The door swung open to reveal Patton covered in flour, clad in two baby blue oven mitts. He visibly did a double take, before smiling widely.

“You two look great!” He beamed.

“Thanks,” Roman grinned. Virgil gave a sleepy hum of agreement, leaning into Roman’s side once again.

“Of course! I just came to tell you guys that breakfast was ready, but no rush to get down here,” Patton said, removing his oven mitts and fanning himself with them. Virgil guessed that he probably came straight after pulling something from the oven. 

“Thanks, Padre,” Roman beamed. “We’ll be down in a bit.”

“Alrighty!” He looked at the two of them again, before muttering, “I should have you two teach me your makeup secrets sometime.”

“Sounds like a plan, Pop-Star,” Virgil said, smiling. As Patton left, Virgil found himself pulling Roman into his arms, and resting his chin on his shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing just under where Roman’s jaw met his ear. He was promptly swept into a soft, passionate kiss from his boyfriend. One that left him a bit dazed, and grinning like a fool into the crook of Roman’s neck.

“I love you too,” Roman mumbled, voice silky smooth and soft against his ears. The two shared soft, sweet kisses for a long while before Roman’s stomach reminded them they had breakfast waiting for them downstairs.

Today was going to be a good day. After a morning like this, Virgil wasn’t sure much could bring him down. Not when he had such a sweet boyfriend like Roman beside him.

Author’s Note: If this weren’t a human AU, I think it would be hilarious if Patton was like “Oh hey Virgil” to Roman cause they have the same face, and he thought Roman was Virgil, LMAO

Happy Prinxiety Week 2024!!! <33333 I am SO excited to be taking part in this event <3333

[thekidsarentalright]

hi atlas!! if you’re comfortable with answering (if no I get it, gotta keep something secret yk) I was wondering how do you make your posters ?? im curious because the editing is so cool

hi!!! i'm happy to share somewhat how i make them for sure! im afraid i cant give like a fully comprehensive tutorial Because a lot of what i do is so trial and error, but i can give some basics!! (under the cut so this isnt super long on the dash fjrnd)

so, firstly, i use picsart to make them! also, i find a majority of the images i use from pinterest, though if there's a specific image i want i'll just look it up (like in the example below i Knew i wanted to use a png of old school headphones, so googled that, but for the paper background searched for crumpled paper png on pinterest till i found the one i used)

the most important tools i use for making the posters are (as pictured below):

- remove bg: pretty self explanatory, i use this to remove the backgrounds of images i use and make them transparent. sometimes, it doesn't remove the background properly/as i want it so i Also use the app magicEraser. this is, like, the most vital thing so make all assets of a poster blend together

- effects: also relatively self explanatory? but i use this feature to add a lot of the coloring/textures that you see on the posters. below this i'll show an example of a poster with and without the effects to show what these effects can do. they're especially great because of the variation of filters they have, and how you can mess with every aspect of them (hue, noise, fade, etc)

- mask: my absolute beloved and favorite tool. what differentiates this from effects is that effects are more filters that change color, these masks are textures/visual additions that change the entire composition of a design. this is the tool i use that adds the crumpled/folded paper textures all of the posters have. similarly, you're able to change the intensity of the mask, as well as have some control over where the visual falls on the image.

example: this is the tttyg poster before i added any of the effects or masks!

the biggest thing, and why i cant be more specific about What effects or What masks to use to make posters is just that. it depends on what you're trying to accomplish and what you're going for. i always start with picking what the base will be, for these posters that's what the base paper png will be, then what imagery matches the vibe i'm going for to make transparent, then the font that goes with the album, and then once all of the pieces are together (as seen on the left with the tttyg poster), i add the effects and masks to finish the poster fully. for the tttyg poster, i knew i wanted it to look accurate to the time (2003), like it Was 20 yrs old, and i wanted to really make that turquoisey color prominent, so i chose filters and masks that accentuated the turquoise, and added in the most realistic texture. the goal for each poster is different, so what i do on each is different.

hopefully this helps at all! never really written any sort of tutorial or tips for my process because, as i said, i truly just go through trial and error to figure stuff out but this is what i've found are the most helpful tools!

[ninlilwinds]

If Only Life Wasn't so Unfair

Hello everyone, this is a dumb little, short story with my OC that I wrote a little while back. I'm not sure if I want to continue it, so if you want it to continue leave a comment (or if I see it does well).

Summary: Elely was tired of life, if only she could join her favorite character in a video game and forget about responsibilities.

Warning: Not proofread. If you find any major mistakes let me know.

Elely's POV

The number of hours I’d spend in front of the screen burning my eyes out was pathetic. The phrases the characters I controlled engraved into my head. Every time they said it my mind would harmonize with their voices. But despite how tired my eyes felt or how weak my body was, it was the only joy and pleasure I had left. The “Wouldn’t gliding be faster” was beginning to unnerve me to no end. No. No gliding would not be faster. There is no place to even jump off. Similar to the real world….I was stuck. No place to glide. 

When my eyes wouldn’t stay open any longer, I finally teleported in the game to an area with a large tree called Windrise and let my characters heal up before I logged out and turned off everything, once more covering myself with my blankets and closing my eyes for a short rest. 

Venti's POV

I don’t quite know when this mysterious traveler decided to reveal herself. It almost seemed as though she appeared out of nowhere. Similar to the previous traveler I encountered, something felt different about her. She wasn’t from this world. 

It’s a wonder why all the travelers seem to find themselves in this small corner of the world. I stood above her as she seemed to be stirring from her sleep. She took a deep breath and sighed, sitting up. I hadn’t noticed her general appearance until now. It was quite…scary. 

Her dark hair was sticking in all directions and her pale skin seemed almost transparent. Like a seelie, but…evil. She had dark rims under her eyes and her cheeks held no color to them. She wasn’t evil per say…but her appearance was certainly something, as if she had just gotten rest for the first time since the archon war. 

She sat up, her half lidded eyes looking around, visible confusion painting her features. Regardless of how she looked or acted, she still needed a warm welcome to the wonderful city of Monstadt, so smiling I cleared my throat, “hello traveler.” 

Her eyes seemed to widen and her sleep left her immediately. 

“Venti?”  

Elely's POV

Is this a dream? I must be. Venti was standing in front of me, and just said hello. The person I spent day and night wishing they were real, that I could sit down and talk to them was right in front of me. 

“I-I….Hello…” Was All I could mutter.

Venti seemed amused. He smiled and then held out his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me up to my feet. He smiled a little and cleared his throat, “Welcome to the wonderful city of Monstadt, traveler.” 

No way this was real. I had to be dreaming at this point. My eyes teared as I breathed in the fresh air of windrise. Venti seemed a bit worried by the tears flooding my eyes and he looked around trying to find something to offer. He smiled and reached into his pocket, “Would you like an apple?” 

I reached out and took it with a mumbled thank you. 

“Allow me to be your tour guide. The city looks much more beautiful inside.” He motioned to the peaks of the windmills visible from windrise. I nodded and followed him. If this was a dream, then i'd have to thank my imagination later.

Venti's POV

I’m not sure how to describe the strange traveler. Her clothes were certainly strange. Gray pants made from a soft fabric and a long sleeved shirt with a hood that she must have borrowed from someone larger than her. She also didn't have shoes, I noticed. Walking on the rough ground must be quite hard. But, how she knew my human name was the biggest mystery to me, “So, wherever fore did thy come from, traveler?” I glanced over at her as she was braiding her hair. 

“Um…not anywhere close.” She replied tossing her braid over her shoulder. Her appearance would certainly draw some attention, so perhaps we should stop by Marjorie first and then continue. But would she trust a stranger? 

She was very quiet, her footsteps the only thing that could be heard from her. She was no vision bearer, so it was quite strange she was out in the open with slimes and hillichurls around, yet no armor or weapon. Certainly strange. 

“Do your feet not ache?” I couldn't help but ask. 

She shrugged and continued walking. Not much of a talker, or perhaps lost in thought.

“What brings you to this corner of Teyvat?” I wouldn't give up trying to make conversation. 

“Just…wandering.” She ran up to the bridge, and I took off after her. Her eyes widened, and a little bit of light shone in then as she stepped on the bridge and looked over at the young boy named Timmy. 

Timmy and I locked eyes, as he shook his head with a glare.I tried to contain my urge to scare the poor pigeons away, and walked to the other side of the bridge. I had to make a good first impression. But, the mysterious traveler whooshed by me, scaring the pigeons away. 

Timmy quickly started yelling after her, and I dashed to follow her. She was laughing and stopped at the gates as the guards inspected her. Once they saw me, they both looked at each other and shrugged, letting her pass. 

Elely's POV

 I was actually here, in Monstadt. The NPCs were much livelier in my dream, having conversation other than their usual dialogue and not walking in patterns. 

Venti walked beside me, ranting on about the city’s history. I already knew it like the back of my hand. What should I do first? Climb the statue? Visit the cathedral? Go to the tavern? Fish by the docks? My time was limited, I could wake up at any moment. I needed new clothes. My imagination couldn't give myself a decent outfit, rather the one i fell asleep with. 

“Can we get some clothes?” I asked stopping. 

Venti nodded, “Sure, I’ll take you to her.” He directed me towards her, not that he needed to, and we got some clothes that didn't make me stand out. 

“Allow me to show you the wonderful sights of Tevyet traveler.” Venti pointed up to the statue of the anemo archon. 

I almost shook with excitement and nodded, “Let’s go!” I could already feel refreshed. No monotonous life. Going to school with its troubles, and dealing with a meddling family. Fresh air, no pressure or worries. If only this wasn’t a dream.

Venti used his wind currents to help me climb up. We sat at the hands and looked out over the city and past it to the mountains and plains. You could even see the tree at Windrise from here. I smiled, looking over to Venti, “Thank you, Venti.” 

He smiled back, “I was never blessed with the sound of your name, my dear traveler.” 

“Oh!” I got so caught up in everything I had forgotten Venti didn’t know me, “My name is Elely.”

“Elely. What a beautiful name.” He smiled and looked back out into the landscape.

Slowly my head started lulling, and my vision grew darker. 

My dream was over, and I woke up on my bed, my laptop next to me with the calming Monstadt music playing. I sighed, the dream didn’t last long. 

I looked at the screen and found Venti sitting at the top of the statue. That’s strange, I could have sworn I logged out at Windrise. I frowned as Venti’s idle began playing. 

Quite the mystery, but it was already time to go to school, so I'd figure it out later. 

(That's all I have for now, the writing was somewhat week towards the end, but i hope you enjoyed)

[sab3rto0thed]

a lot of people grow up on love or violence or inadequacy. you grew up on lies.

at first, it is little things that don't add up―you lie about your favorite color, your brother lies about liking his christmas gifts, and you lie about it when you cry in your bedroom. lying is a form of protection, an element of relief. they won't bash your door in if you can still smile.

the thing about lies is they are relentless. it's like an addiction, like glass or liquor or blowing smoke. it is one little thing and then it spirals. you figure out what the right answer is in every situation. your partner asks if it's okay when he touches you, and you know exactly what he wants to hear.

you don't mean it. the lies. you don't mean them, really. lying is a love language to you―it always has been, your whole life. every year, someone you love will lie about something major and your whole world is thrown out of orbit. it's just how people show that they care for you.

some people like gifts or hugs or kissing, quality time and every other sweet little thing that comes out of good relationships. you don't do any of those things. indulgence is not for people like you. you, with your sharp spine and hollow ribs and tired eyes. no one kisses you or gets you birthday presents, and that's how you like it. it's what you're used to.

you grew up on lies. like when your mother said she would always protect you and then she stood by and literally watched others do you harm. like when your dad said you would never have to worry about having a roof over your head, but he keeps losing his job because he can't hold his alcohol. kids do what they are taught. it's the only thing you know. forget christmas gifts and unconditional kindness. lying, after all, is the most fun a girl can have.

and oh, you are good at it. it's quite silly, how good you are at it. everyone thinks you are an honest person, transparent and foolish, smiley and full of shit. you only let them see what they need to see. your vulnerability is only as deep as you allow. your therapists always praise you for coping so well, doing so good. you are an excellent liar because you hate psychologists. they were terrible to you before you learned to lie to them.

lying is about giving others what they want to see. if they need to see a vulnerable little girl for a little while, give it to them. if they need to see a terrible liar, play the fool, the best of your roles. my ex-boyfriend said that he could never, ever tell when i was being honest. that was the fucking height of my career.

because wasn't that the entire point? my whole eighteen years, converged into one tearful moment. he had no idea that he made me cry for three hours or that after we had sex, i had flashbacks in my bed and i had to physically swallow my own vomit for fear the ptsd would return. ptsd tells you to extend your arms for help, and liars don't need help.

the boys are all the same. they lie about color-blindness and car accidents and self-harm epidemics and abusive dads and nasty ex-girlfriends. they tell me that omitting information still counts as lying, and they can't be with me if i am a nasty little girl, but they do the same thing to me. i am very good at playing the same game now. i have got to stay on equal ground.

that is how you lie. you never give anyone enough. you always leave them wanting, looking for a little more in you. and they look because they think, surely, under all of those illusions, there is the thing they have been looking for. good sex, infallible kindness, genuine understanding. you are a magical little thing, the best kind of liar.

and of course they leave in the end, as everyone does. they pierce through one more illusion and they realize that you don't have it, whatever it is. you are a fraud. all you are is a face, a shell, a hollow girl, strung out, gutless. before they can even decide to push you away, you have already moved states. because a liar has to stay on the move. that's the secret to lying.

and it is a lonely life. all of the boys you have ever loved that are also liars don't suffer the same sort of loneliness, because they aren't as good at it as you are. all liars crumble eventually. you are just extra resilient, a side effect of your condition. you keep moving. and you can deal with loneliness―it has plagued you all of your life. it is your best friend. you are a liar, but you are still alive. you've got that going, at least, because you were supposed to kill yourself before you turned sixteen.

this year, you are going to college. you are still a liar, but your heart is still beating a steady rhythm, and so sometimes you have got to be a fraud to everyone else in order to be true to yourself.

[cavalierclavier]

*inhale* OCEAN MAN–

[pillow-anime-talk]

drink, drugs.

request: yandere!nijimura shuzo; he drugged reader drink to increase her libido + nsfw?

# tags: headcanon + scenario; friends with benefits; yandere!au; romance; mention of alcohol & drugs; smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex & sexual activities, drunk sex (missionary, doggy style, cow girl), kinda dub-con (idk how to describe it correctly), handjob (female receive), oral sex (male receive), multiple orgasm, spanks, hair pulling, slutty names

includes: female reader ft. shuuzou nijimura {knb}

author’s note: hope that i have met the requirements and you will be satisfied :D thanks a lot!

↘ I think you are familiar with such practices; you have known each other for a long time and you have been sleeping together for a long time, if you want and have time. Therefore, you know about your preferences and ideas, both relatively normal, such as sex in the car and putting handcuffs on the foots/wrists, as well as the crazier ones, such as breathe play or double penetration with a massive dildo.

↘ You have also had sex many times when drunk or under the influence of other stimulants; Shuuzou said then that everything seems more interesting and you can feel more stimuli (smells, sounds, touch). There was some truth in it in your case - orgasm felt more satisfying and definitely longer than normal, and sex itself could last up to two hours.

↘ That day you spent time with a man, watching a series on the couch in his apartment. You used to meet at your place, sometimes at his place, sometimes in hotels, and sometimes on the park car.

↘ Anyway, at one point the dark-haired man brought you an alcoholic drink, saying it was to cheer you up and to celebrate a nice weekend. You gladly accepted a transparent glass full of beer with raspberry juice, and then invited your lover over so that you could watch the third episode of your favorite series together.

*:･ﾟ✧*

“It’s the fifth time you’ve watched it this year, and it’s fucking June, Y/N.”

“Well, I just love this. It’s great show and producers will be releasing the six season soon. Can’t wait!” You laughed softly and the boy just shook his head in disbelief.

Shuuzou liked to see your person happy and innocent, but he liked to see you also in a version full of tears and destruction because of his person. Therefore, he patiently waited for you to finish your drink; ‘cause he really, really wanted to take care of you, here and now, on that cramped couch full of colorful pillows.

“... It was a... very strong drink, Shuu. Was it really a... beer?” After a long moment, about ten minutes later, you looked at the man, wiping your mouth that still tasted of hops and fresh fruit.

“Beer with a little surprise, especially for you.” He winked at you and his arm wrapped around you. “You know that everything I do, I do for your well-being.”

“Mhmmm, I know.”

It took another few longer minutes before you really felt at ease; your muscles sagged slightly and your pupils grew a little larger. Additionally, you felt a rush of saliva in your mouth and your whole body felt a little hotter. Then you looked at your lover, perfectly aware of what he had done.

“Nijimura, you damn bastard. Fuck you. You know how I react after that shit.”

“I like it when you talk to me like that. So hot.”

When the spinning in the head stopped, you immediately grabbed the twenty-year-old boy by the collar of his dark green blouse and made him lie down with a firm movement. You quickly sat on him and he just chuckled at how much he liked to see you on the top. But you just snorted, hitting him in the chest. It wasn’t a hard punch, of course, but just plain banter.

“And what now? I won’t come home with my car. I really hate you.” You muttered.

“Someone told you to come home?” He answered with a question. “You can stay with me as long as you want, dolly.” His hand went under your sleeping pants without any problems, and you just groaned feeling Shuuzou’s finger that touches your clitoris and penetrates you from the inside. You involuntarily started to move your hips, and the brunette smiled again. “You’re already all wet. How sweet. We should take advantage of this, right?” You nodded at his question, and he immediately went over to the clothes removal from you and himself.

Thanks to drugs, you two didn’t need lubricant or any other moisturizer. The boy only stimulated a bit more his dick with dominant hand, and then put you in a comfortable position on your back, immediately entering your warm body. Your loud moan and his soft sigh fused together, giving both of you goose bumps on every inch of your skin, even on top of your heads.

Although the young man was not taking dopes, he had a lot of energy and strength at that time, thanks to which his movements were fast, accurate and very strong at the same time. Literally after two minutes, you felt your fingers contract and your blood pressure increased. The orgasm was intense, even painful, but dark-haired didn’t stop even for a little second. Instead, he took his wet dick out of you and rolled your body onto your stomach, his hands instantaneously lifting your cute ass by your hips. He tapped you with his manhood a few times before he put his cock back into your wet pussy.

“Come on baby, show me how many times you can cum for me. I will count it.”

A firm grip on your skin will definitely leave bruises or scrapes afterwards. Now, however, it didn’t matter to you, because you just leaned your head against the fluffy, blue pillow and your fingers closed on the dark fabric of the sofa. Your legs were shaking disgustingly all the time, and your breathing quickened when your lover hit the end of the cervix, smiling as he did so; he was so confident and cocky (you hate and love it). 

You felt so fucking good, and the alcohol made you felt more than you should; every breath of male, every touch of his hands on your back, neck and buttocks. You could smell sweat mixed with the smell of cigarettes ideally. Everything was perfect, just as a boy described to you once.

You wet the couch again, and the brunette hit your ass hard, saying a loud ‘Two’ while pulling your hair. He kept fucking you and definitely if you both were making porn right now it would have turned into a fucking viral.

“My pretty whore. Get on your knees. Now.” You obediently obeyed his command, quickly taking him in a mouth full of saliva, while feeling the first warm tears running down your face. You felt so well, so intense; you hardly had the strength to suck him off, literally you practically passed out on that wooden floor. However, you did enough to please the man a lot and make him almost cum in your mouth and on your whole face.

Satisfied, a few seconds later you sat down on his muscled thighs, with your back to his smug face. With a sigh, you put his still-hard dick inside you, grasping grey-eyed by his hands that found their place on both of your boobs.

Even though you lacked the strength, you could definitely cum one more time (or even two).

[yes-this-account-is-alive]

college au kinda modern au volo x reader? hmmmnnn

There was this man, he always sat in the same spot in the café close to campus. His favorite colors were marigold and cyan, judging by his wardrobe. You rarely saw him sporting any other color, only some neutral tones.

As he sipped on his coffee, he would type away at his laptop. While the bags under his eyes were dark, his stormy orbs were always shining with determination and curiosity at whatever was on his screen. There was also this... air of loneliness around him, you've observed.

Now as you sat across the room, you recalled that you only saw a few people who--you guessed were his friends--approach him. He'd light up around them but revert back after they left. Did he genuinely feel happier when he was with them or was he putting up a façade? You couldn't tell. The only times where you thought he was truly happy were when his pokémon were out.

The alarm notification on your phone snapped you out of your unintentional daily observation, you looked down at the screen and sigh. You had better get going before you were late for a class. Emptying your cup, you kept your papers and belongings. As you walked to the entrance, droplets of rain fell from the sky. Unamused, you pulled out your umbrella.

You were about to leave until you felt a light tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you find the blonde looking at you rather flustered. He averted his gaze immediately when you tried to meet his. He stuttered out a request as he fiddled with the edge of his sweater.

"S-sorry to bother, I forgot my umbrella... Is it alright if I could share yours...?"

You blinked, he was quite blessed in the beauty height department.

"Sure, I think you're gonna have to hold it though. You're uh... kinda tall."

He smiled, this one was similar to the ones he shared with his pokémon. Something thuds against your ribcage, pink lightly dusting your cheeks.

"Thank- thank you so much! I'll make sure to repay you after this, uhm-"

"[Name], and you're...?" you asked as you handed the transparent umbrella over to him.

"Volo, nice to meet you."

-

A few days had passed since then, he remembered to bring his umbrella when it rained as well. Every time you entered the café, he would send you a wave. You returned it of course, how could you not show your manners? However, when you walked in this morning there was a pair of twins sitting on your spot. Gripping your tote bag a bit pissed, you exhaled sharply as you went over to Volo's table. He waved a little weakly, your annoyed expression was intimidating.

"Hey, Volo. Sorry, you mind if I sit with you today? There are..." you trailed off, glancing at your usual spot.

His eyes followed yours and he nodded.

"O-of course, please sit."

He moved his backpack to rest against his chair as you took your seat, you placed your tablet on the table and stretched your arms.

"Uhm-" he started.

You turned your attention to him, head tilted slightly as you looked up from the text you were reading. He moved his gaze away, fingers drumming on the wooden surface as he tried to get the words out of his throat. You waited patiently, he seemed to be bad with conversations.

"Would you like a cup of coffee? I still need to repay you for letting me use your umbrella... I could get your order for you..."

Ah, he did say he wanted to repay you yes. You just happened to forget about it since lending an umbrella really wasn't a big deal to you. But, when you remembered he always seemed lonely, you thought the gesture may have meant something. You grinned to yourself, shaking your head as you suggested a better alternative.

"Don't waste your money on coffee for me, please. How about you give me your number and we become friends?"

You wondered to yourself how you even said that, being forward wasn't exactly your shtick. Volo, feeling a bit emotional, responded a bit loudly.

"S-SURE!"

The silence that followed after had him reeling in embarrassment. He hid in his cap as he covered his face. You tried to keep your laughter in, not wanting to fluster him any further.

-

As you strolled down the sidewalk in the direction of Amity Square, you once again found yourself puzzled at the courage that popped out of thin air. You had texted Volo in the morning, asking him if he wanted to walk his pokémon and perhaps grab a bite later together. He responded a minute after you sent it, a little 'Really? I'd love to ^^' popped up on your phone. He seemed to enjoy using emoticons, 'cute' was what you thought when you read it.

You stopped in front of a pokémon center, waiting for him to show up. Absentmindedly, you scrolled through your feed. Then, you receive a text. It read, 'Boo! >:)' Quirking your eyebrow, you turned your head slightly to find the culprit himself, nearly falling over in the process at the close proximity. His arms steadied your body, an apologetic expression on his face.

"Are you alright?"

Calming your heart, you let out a sigh. You had never seen him up so close before and by Arceus was it too much to handle. He had his hair in a loose braid today. The sun bounced off it just right and you found your face warming up once more. His ivory shirt was under a buttercup yellow button up, jeans the same cyan you know he wore often. All in all, his outfit was casual but you had to admit-

"You cleaned up quite nice."

His face exploded into a crimson red, hand coming up to cover his mouth.

"Y-you look nice, too."

When the two of you reached a clearing, you released your team which greeted you with enthusiasm. Then, they stared at your companion. Your Gallade sorry he's my favorite pokémon stood in front of you, silently evaluating him. Volo, unsure of what to do shuffled awkwardly on his spot. You sighed, resting your hand on the blade pokémon's shoulder.

"C'mon, Kei. He's a friend," you attempted to coax your partner pokémon. He looked at you blankly before standing back in line with the others, you felt yourself getting mildly annoyed.

"Sorry, he's very protective... I'm going to kick his ass later."

Volo smiled, flustered. He waved his hands as he tried to stop you from bowing profusely. Letting out his own crew, the pokémon seemed to mingle amongst themselves as you two observed them.

"I-It's quite alright, really. It just goes to show how much he cares for you!"

You both talked as you followed the path around the square, your whole entourage trailing behind. As you laughed and smiled at him, he was trying not to let his apprehension show with the pair of eyes he felt burning his back. All was well until you heard some commotion coming from the back.

Fist clenched, you felt the irritation building up when you saw Kei and Volo's Lucario bickering. Rubbing your temples, you were about to head over when Lucario threw a punch. The others were trying to calm them down but the two fighting types were having none of it. As you stood next to the blonde, you contemplated joining the fight so you could hand their asses to them. And then you decided, you would. Your friend watched with wide eyes as you rolled your sleeves up and started power walking to them.

"Uh- [Name]! I don't think that's a good idea-" he tried to reason with you.

"Hey, you two."

They looked up at you indignantly, you grinned and grabbed their heads, bashing them against each other. You then faced them toward Volo, hands still gripping onto them.

"Today was supposed to be a nice and relaxing day at the park. Why are we fighting, hmm? We're ruining a nice day out with Volo... apologize, now."

Lucario let out what seemed to be an apology, but Kei was still being a brat. You let go of the aura pokémon but still held yours, he was definitely not going to say sorry. You sighed.

"Sorry Volo, he acts like a child sometimes."

"N-no, it's quite alright. I think he just doesn't like me..." his face fell as he softly replied.

His pokémon turn to him at that sentence, letting out cries in response. He spared them a weak smile, returning them to their balls. You do the same, sensing the dampened mood. Gently grabbing his hand, you lead him to a restaurant nearby. You lightly swung your hands as you tried to cheer him up.

"It's okay, even if he doesn't like you, I do."

He smiled, squeezing your hand a little.

"...thanks."

-

Somehow, Volo found himself waiting in the living room of your dorm space with Kei. The tension in the air was heavy, it weighed down on his tall stature. He didn't know what to say at all. Ever since that day in Amity Square, he never got a chance to talk to your partner pokémon until now.

He ran through his speech multiple times when he was practicing with togepi, trying to get his words out as straight as he could. Eventually, he managed to do it but when faced with the real deal, ruby eyes glaring into his soul, he couldn't help the tremor in his voice as he tried to speak.

"I-I know you don't like me being around [Name], you probably don't trust me and I understand that... but I really, really care for them- I really do! They've been more than kind to me and I haven't met someone like that in a long while. I swear I won't try to hurt them or anything... I just want them to be happy. S-So, if there's anything I can do to prove my worth to you...? I would do it. They don't like it when you get mad so I think it's best that we-"

"Shut up."

He recoiled at the harsh voice in his head.

"Spare me the sappy stuff, I get it. You like my trainer, I hear it all the time when you're near them" Kei huffed, looking in the other direction.

"Arceus, I've never seen two idiots more oblivious to each other. They get all giddy and stupid whenever they're around you, so you better take care of them. When you intend on courting them, it'd do you a favor if you could get your bearings together. If you make them cry, I'll be the first to punch that face of yours."

"Y-yes," Volo stuttered, but upon remembering the psychic type's words, he cleared his throat. "Yes, sir."

As soon as that conversation ended, you came back into the room holding a box of cookies and pokébeans each. Handing them over to him, you grinned.

"Cookies for you and treats for your team, I made them myself."

He blushed, holding them close to his chest.

"Thank you," he said as he walked over to the door. Turning around to bid you goodbye, he took a deep breath. "I'll be heading back to my dorm to work on an assignment... Are you perhaps free this weekend?"

You thought about it, and nodded. He looked to Kei, then back to you.

"Ah, then, would you like to have dinner with me...?"

His face was searing hot, his hands were sweaty. You didn't reply immediately, still trying to process the question. Then, a blinding grin spreaded across your face.

"Let's call it a date!"

-

Two dumbasses were pacing back and forth in their rooms, rummaging through their closets to find something nice to wear. Their pokémon are unfortunately the stylists, some are up to the task while the others are trying to figure out what was the big deal. Eventually, they had to rush out their trainers before they would be late for the date.

As Volo ran to the restaurant he picked, he had to pinch himself to make sure this was real and not a figment of his imagination. He really was going on a date with you! He hoped he looked presentable, given the outfit was chosen last minute due to him thinking what he picked initially wasn't good enough.

When he arrived at the entrance, he found you with your hands grabbing onto your knees in a half squat. It seemed that you just ran over as well. You were probably still winded, not registering that your date was here. He went up behind you and tapped your shoulder.

"Boo!"

You nearly tripped over, but he secured his arms around your waist. Lightly elbowing his side, you threw him a smile. In his head, all he could think about was how perfect you looked. His heart soared as you held him by the hand, interlocking your fingers with his. You pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, flustering him.

"Why, you look absolutely stunning," you jested.

He laughed, jovial in tone. Pulling you toward himself, he cupped your chin.

"I could say the same about you," he teased.

A cherry red bloomed across your face, you weren't expecting him to quip back. He lead you into the restaurant with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. As you found your table, you thought of a way to get back at him. Then, you moved his arm down to your waist and looked at him to see his reaction. To your pleasure, he was blushing just as hard as you were earlier.

You both enjoyed the dinner, sharing a nice conversation and all the sappy, sweet and icky stuff that Kei would roll his eyes about. Volo was a lot more confident, his stutters were less frequent and he even tried to feed you a piece of his ravioli which unfortunately fell onto your plate before you could eat it from his fork. He was embarrassed after but he laughed it off.

When it was time to go, you found yourselves staring at the rain coming down from above. Inwardly, you curse. You both had already paid so you couldn't go back in. Just as you were about to run out into the rain, your... soon to be boyfriend? Grabbed onto your arm. He smirked mischievously as he pulled something out from the small bag he brought.

"Shall we share this umbrella?"

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

Dinner for Two, a Lady Dimitrescu and fem!Reader fanfic

This is my first time writing fanfic, so please be kind. Any suggestions are appreciated!

Warnings: blood, fainting from blood loss. There are some steamy scenes in here but nothing explicit, so it's mostly safe for work

With that beings said, please enjoy Dinner for Two! runs away

You are going about your daily tasks in the Dimitrescu castle when you notice a presence standing behind you. Your nose suddenly fills with the smell of gardenias and you know instantly it is the mistress of the House, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. Her hair brushes by your ear as she whispers, “My chambers. Tonight. 8:00. Don’t be late.”

You turn around to answer but she has already ducked under the lintel, walking out of the room.

This is not an unusual summons. You and the Lady actually have a standing dinner night once a week. They are so wonderfully ordinary, talking about the weather or the wine business. You crave any time you can spend with her, but deep down you think she might just be lonely and need someone to talk with. Anyone would do really, you just happened to be lucky she picked you.

But going back in your mind….the day you both were supposed to have dinner was tomorrow. Why would she have dinner today? Did she….know?

You shake your head and continue polishing the candlesticks. There was no way she would know something so trivial.

Even with that in mind, you still decide to dress up because tonight is a special occasion, at least for you. You put on a red swing dress with matching pumps and your mother’s pearls. You decide to apply rouge to your mouth and cheeks. You knew red was one of your mistresses favorite colors. After putting up your hair in a chignon, you head out.

As soon as you step out, something barrels into you. You scream and you fall to the floor.

“It’s just me, silly!” It’s Daniela, fixing you with a manic grin.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Bela also comes in. “Daniela, honestly! I thought Mother told you to stop harassing the maids. They could die of fright one day!”

“Free food, then!” Daniela replies with a girlish giggle.

“Go play with Cassandra and try to comport yourself with decorum for once.” Bela shoos out Daniela and shakes her head. “Honestly, the headaches that girl gives me and mother..” She suddenly notices your outfit. “You look cute. Going anywhere special tonight?”

You try to suppress the blush on your cheeks. “You could say that.”

“Maybe I can help!” Bela says, coming into your room. “I see you have blush and lipstick on. But I think a smokey eye can pull the whole look together. May I?”

You couldn’t stop the grin spreading across your face. Bela is in her element as an older sister. She sets you down on a settee and applies a mix of brown and cream to your eyelids that grows more dramatic as it follows your browline. She adds a more pronounced wingtip to your eyeliner as well. When she is done she grabs your hand mirror off the dresser and presents it to you with a flourish. “How does it look?”

You smile as you hand the mirror back to her. “It looks lovely, Bela. I’m almost glad Daniela scared me earlier; I look much better.”

Bela pets your shoulder. “Well, at least she’s good for something!” She gives you a wicked grin as she materializes into her bug shroud. “Say hi to Maman for me!”

You feel the tips of your ears growing hot. Were you that transparent? You shake your head, clearing it of any worries before you head for your mistress's chambers.

You finally arrive at the door to Lady Dimitrescu’s chambers. You take a deep breath, checking yourself in the hall mirror one more time before knocking.

“Come in. It’s open.”

You turn the doorknob with the House sigil on it and walk in. Lady Dimitrescu is draped on a chaise longue smoking a cigarette. She turns her head toward you and you are taken aback like you were the first time you saw her. You take in every aspect of her from red lipstick, her laugh lines, her perfect pin curls, her blue eyes with the golden ring around them that you have come to adore and of course her signature hat.

However you sense something different in her expression: shock. She puts out her cigarette and stands up, resting one hand on the back of the chaise longue. “You’re not wearing your work clothes.”

You duck your head to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. “I thought it would be nice for a change of pace, m’lady.”

She appears lost in thought but then heads over to the table she’s set up for you two. It is easy to tell the seating arrangements since one chair easily dwarfs the other. “Come. Dinner’s nearly ready. I just heard the dinner gong.”

You try to hide your disappointment that the only thing she noticed about your outfit was that it wasn’t your work clothes, but your dinner arrives. For you, there is a filet mignon with your favorite Cabernet. You raise your eyebrows a little at that. You usually just have whatever wine is available with your meal. For Lady Dimitrescu, her meal only comprises her signature wine, Sanguis Virginis.

You reach to try your wine when the Lady says, “Wait.”

She gives you a meaningful expression and you almost expect her to remember when she says, “Do you know how to properly taste wine?”

You suppress your disappointment as you say, “No. Will you teach me?”

“I shall.” She reaches for her own wine. “First you must observe it.” When you only give a cursory glance at your Cabernet, she says impatiently, “No. Really observe it. Move the glass around a little. See its viscosity.”

You obediently do as she says, and she nods approvingly. “Good, now smell. Try to determine what flavors you might encounter when you actually taste it. What do you smell?”

You inhale your glass and reply, “It smells...earthy. And….a little fruity?”

“Yes. Now drink and tell me what flavors you can detect.”

You tip your glass and drink, moving your tongue to catch any flavors. You set the glass down and say, “I detect some cherry, vanilla, and...is that bell pepper?”

A big grin breaks out across the Lady’s face. “Yes! Now take a bite of your filet. You’ll be surprised what flavors come across in the meat after you’ve properly tasted a wine.” She reaches for her own glass and takes a sip. She makes a face. “Hmmm. It appears this batch might be going stale. I’ll need to make a fresh batch soon.”

“Oh.” You look down at your hands in your lap. “If I may make a suggestion, m’lady?”

“Yes?”

“If you need fresh blood, I might be able to give some to you.” You look up and see the second expression of shock on her face that night.

She clears her throat. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Feeling emboldened you move a piano bench next to her and proffer your neck.

She moves in her seat to face you and reaches out her hand to take your shoulder. She leans over and you inhale the scent of her perfume, gardenias and oleander. “Are you quite sure?” she asks huskily. You can hear the hunger in her voice.

You nod. “Yes”, you whisper.

She takes off one of her gloves and gives one clean slice to your neck with one long red fingernail. She inhales deeply and licks the blood already pooling around your neck. Her tongue feels soft and raspy, almost like a cat’s. You hear a guttural growl from deep in her throat as she lunges and sinks her teeth in your neck.

You gasp from the force of it all, and you feel your hair coming out of its chignon and you hear the pins falling to the floor. She tightens her grip on your shoulder and with her other hand pulls you flush against her body. Steeling yourself, you place your hand on the side of her head to hold her in place as she drinks and you hear her moan with pleasure.

Finally almost reluctantly, she pulls back. She blots her mouth with a handkerchief with a monogrammed A on it. She takes a look at you and gently, almost tenderly blots your neck of leftover blood. You try not to lean into her touch but it is hard, especially with her gazing adoringly at you.

“That, my dear,” she pronounces flinging her handkerchief away, “was the best drink I’ve had in ages. You are ambrosia, draga mea.”

You are not quite sure how to answer that. You try to get up off the floor. You weren’t quite sure when, but you had fallen to the floor due to the Lady’s earnestness. Lady Dimitrescu looks at you with concern in her eyes. “Are you alright? Can you stand?”

You brace one hand on your chair as you try to stand and the other on Lady Dimitrescu’s proffered arm. “I think I’ll-”

You don’t remember the way you finished that sentence. You blacked out.

As you come back to consciousness, you look up and instead of seeing the ceiling you see the embroidery of Lady Dimitrescue’s bed canopy. Your hair is fanned out on a pillow and Lady Dimitrescu is gently stroking your hair and singing a Romanian lullaby. You note with surprise that the Lady has a gentle soprano voice that is in direct contrast with her usual elegant low timbre. Your neck feels a pleasant tingle as she weaves her fingers through your hair.

Feeling you stir, Lady Dimitrescu looks down and smiles at you. “It seems you’re finally awake.”

“How long was I out?” you whisper. You want to get up, but you also don’t want to ruin the moment.

“Only about a couple minutes,” she says, still absentmindedly stroking your curls. “I managed to catch you before your head hit the floor.” She gives you a look of concern and takes your face in her hands. “Darling, I’m so sorry. It’s been a while since I’ve almost lost control. Please forgive me. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

You suddenly freeze. You notice that her carmine lips are very close. Her eyes are pleading. “I’m all right. You managed to stop in time.”

Her golden eyes fill with tears. “But I could have killed you!”

You can’t stand her looking so upset. You can’t think of anything to say so you lean in and place your lips on hers.

She doesn’t return the kiss. Instead she looks surprised. Before you can apologize for your presumptuousness, she brings your face to hers and kisses you back tenderly.

You wrap your arms around her neck and brace your legs against her knees. Lady Dimitrescu deepens the kiss as her tongue parts your lips. She sighs and leans her head back but in a rare bout of clumsiness, she accidentally hits the back of her head against the headboard and her hat slips over you both. She lets out a girlish giggle and takes off her hat. She then meticulously begins to take the pins out of her hair. Setting the pins in a nearby ring stand she shakes her head to let loose the curls and you gasp.

With her hair pinned up her hair just barely brushes her shoulder. Her hair now untethered, Lady Dimitrescu’s tresses fall past her breasts and lie against the small of her back. You suddenly get the impression you might be the only one who has seen Lady Dimitrescu’s hair unbound. She gently moves you so she is now kneeling over you on the bed, her long locks brushing your cheekbones. She runs a thumb gently down your jawline and now you do not hesitate to lean into her touch, kissing the palm of her hand.

She leans in and whispers, “Happy birthday, Y/N.”

“You knew it was my birthday all along?”

Lady Dimitrescu lets out a chuckle that is simply intoxicating. “Of course I did, draga mea. I couldn’t think of a present that was good enough for you, but I can always improvise.” She moves her skirt up to reveal her garter and gives you a wicked grin.

“That should do nicely,” you say hoarsely as she begins to unzip your dress. After the two of you make love, you look at Lady Dimitrescu’s sleeping figure and smile to yourself. All in all, not a bad birthday.

[harfanfare]

I saw this post and I was wondering if you write Malleus' too, is okay for you to make that?

How to win a heart of Malleus Draconia?

a/n: I started posting my writings here because I want to improve my English — so I technically wouldn't make this request. But! Someone on Wattpad (where I take requests) asked for the same thing, so I rolled up my sleeves and wrote this guide today in both languages. Enjoy~

1. Don't be afraid of him.

It is said that the first impression is the most important.

So when you first saw this guy walking through the corridor of Diasomnia, it was hard for you to get rid of that view from your head.

Illuminated both by the green magic flames set in the lobby, as well as by the moon, which eventually managed to break through the dark clouds and with a bright glow appear in the windows of the dormitory, he seemed... lonely and beautiful.

You shuddered as you took a step down the hallway and the dark-haired man turned to you. He measured you with his emerald eyes. And then you recognized him; all the conversations about the mysterious and fearsome Malleus Draconia flew through your head.

Everything told you to rush towards the hallway and run as far as possible, but a piece of you found it inappropriate. Or rather, no one would want to chase everyone away from themself... right?

When you realized you were looking at him for a while, you took a deep breath and nod slightly.

"Good evening, Draconia-san," you said quickly. After a while you added, "The moon is beautiful today, don't you think?”

 2. Smile a lot.

Today was a really wonderful day: the test was postponed, your favorite dish was given in the canteen, and for some reason, the last two lessons were canceled – your class had to make just a quick note about a topic and it took less than fifteen minutes.

"Something happened?" Malleus asked, seeing how almost in the jumps you walk past him. When you looked at him, he added, "You smile a lot.”

"I can stop smiling if you want," you made a sad face, but after a while, the corners of your mouth began to tremble uncontrollably and twisted up again. "Oops, I can’t. Today... it was such a good day... that I think I'm slowly using my life's happiness.”

"I didn't say that smiling is bad," he said. "You look so much better when you smile.”

"Oh," you sighed with apparent surprise. "Is it a compliment?"

"It’s rather a fact..?"

 3. From time to time visit him during club activities.

"Is this a class of the ‘Gargoyle research society club’?” with a deaf knock you opened the door. Malleus turned to you, making a break from browsing through the materials gathered in the library about the history of each of the gargoyles on the school grounds. And there were a lot of them.

"Yes," he replied briefly, getting up. "Do you need something, [Name]?"

"Not at all, my club don’t have a meeting today," you said, closing the door behind you.

You looked around: the room was as clean as ever, except for one desk, where were laid several huge volumes about statues in NRC.

“Are you here alone?” You said before you thought. You lowered your eyes to see Malleus nodding unconcerned slightly. You blinked several times trying to think of what else you could say. "This room... could be a secret base," that was the first thing that came to your mind. Malleus turned his head to one side, uncertain of your response.

“A secret base..? Why?”

"I have no idea," you admitted quickly. "But the very existence of a mysterious point is interesting, isn't it? Doing normal things, such as watching movies or just talking, seems more interesting in places like this,” After a moment of silence, you sighed. "You know what, this idea with the base is stupid”

"We can try," he replied with serious tone. You raised your eyes to see how he looked around the room. "But you'll just have to explain this idea to me in more detail. We can also tell Lilia, Silver and Sebek about it...” he smiled as if seeing your five together in his thoughts was a pleasure. "It will be surely... fun.”

 4. Get yourself a Tamagotchi.

"Look!" you spin a new key chain on your finger. You finally stopped and showed it to Malleus. "Now they are matching!”

A small electronic toy, in a dark green screen that, when it flashed, showed a virtual, pixelated animal. You were impressed with how good quality it was made, especially since you only gave the Shroud brothers a sketch of a toy that Malleus owned.

Your keychain was exactly the same, just a different color and with another pet.

Malleus pulled out his own device and put it on the table. He pressed one of the buttons and a small pet appeared on the keychain – a dragon.

"They can now be friends," you brought your toy closer to so-called Gao-Gao Dragon-kun.

"Do you think so?" He asked in a very surprised tone, but it sounded as if in a moment he were about to burst out with an inexplicably joyful and surprised laugh.

"Of course. Everyone needs a decent friend, no?”

 5. Gain the trust of Lilia, Silver and Sebek.

Lilia, one of Malleus' closest people. It is much more likely that you will meet him before Malleus. He will be very proud when he learns that Malleus has found a friend. If you become a taster of Lilia, in terms of his pastries, he will 100% like you, and at 20% you will leave the kitchen alive and well.

Silver, who has mastered the art of sleeping in any conditions. It's easy to get him into your plans, although with the craziest ones he will hesitate. Rather well-disposed towards everyone, he can cover for you when you are not in class— but he usually inadvertently falls asleep and both of you often have penal assignments after school.

Sebek, faithful to Malleus, if he doesn't like you, you won't have too many opportunities to stay by Malleus's side without a thunderous glances at you. He will recognize you if you will listen carefully to his monologues about his master and as a sign of your friendship, he will teach you by heart of all the titles and achievements of Malleus so far.

With this trio by your side, you can get a lot further than you might have imagined...

 6. Be a master in hide and seek.

You’d give your right arm that your breath was too loud.

You pressed your hands to your mouth as you crouched in the corner of the room.

From whose voices you already heard, you knew that Lilia had already found Sebek. This meant that you or Silver would still be helping cook dinner since Malleus didn’t come at the start of the game.

This may seem silly, but the ability to play classic games was one of the elements of the art of survival in Diasomnia.

It was thanks to games like ‘stone-paper-scissors’, hide and seek or tag that household chores fell on the shoulders of the losers. Lilia loved the idea, and there was always a proud smile on his lips when he saw his beloved children play together.

You heard the steps behind you and shivered.

Very slowly you turned around and looked up to see Malleus standing over you and wondering what you were doing, crouching in the darkest corner of the room.

Puns were also included in the survival pack.

Fearing that Lilia would hear your whisper, you put your finger on your mouth, asking him not to say a word. You put a begging eye into it – all but not cooking with Lilia. Not again.

Malleus nodded, recognizing the gravity of the situation, although he smiled.

Really, no one would want Malleus to be an enemy.

Or at least in such a situation.

 7. Do not hesitate to ask him for help with learning.

"In theory, you should focus on the space around you," Malleus pulled a wand in front of him. It flashed, and almost at the same time, a thin but incredibly strong protective barrier was created around him. “Weaker spells can be reflected. In turn, the stronger ones are better to block”

You nodded understandingly.

Defensive magic was not something easy to understand. Most depended on the person against whom the counter spell was being prepared. And there are countless people who walk on this Earth and want to start fights.

"Unique spells block or avoid physically," he continued. You nodded at every subsequent sentence, slowly feeling like all the lessons are eventually gaining transparency. “Using unique magic against unique magic, the stronger will win, both will lead to explosions or completely reduce.

He looked at you when you wrote down the last sentence in your notebook.

"I sincerely hope that you will only need this information in class," he said with a sigh. "If you need help, call me. I will come. I promise.”

 8. Sometimes be persuaded to wear extravagant clothes.

"Do you really think it suits me?" you turned around, looking at yourself from every possible angle in the mirror.

You were going to the theater in a few classes to see some era-related play that you've been discussing now in history lessons. Everyone, respecting the reputation, actions and achievements of theatre, dressed in their best clothes.

Malleus stood next to you.

He was already wearing a black and white outfit with green accessories. They all worked so well together and fitted him like a glove that you were sure that the whole outfit was made especially for him.

"Yes," he replied. "Everything you put on today suited you very well.”

Once again, with critical eyesight, you looked at the outfit, face and hair, before you quickly turned off the lights in the room and closed the door behind you.

Then you smiled at Malleus.

"We can go now," you said. You made your way through the portal to the main NRC building. "And... thank you for your help.

"My pleasure," he said. Under no circumstances was it just a polite formula. He really loved looking at you.

 9. Invite him to your birthday/party.

"Another break from school soon, huh?" — you muttered, leaning against the railing.

You took a deep breath and let the fresh, pleasant air refresh you.

"Are you going to home, [Name]?" Malleus asked. Green lights were still flying around him, so you guessed he’d just appeared here.

"I haven't decided yet," you sighed. "It would be nice to go home, but the break won't be very long... Ah, that's right!” you straightened up and turned to him. "How about spending another break together? As soon as I can, I will contact my family... although I cannot promise anything.”

Though he did not show it, Malleus' heart beat a little faster.

Spend free time? With someone? With someone he likes?

"Of course," he sounded less calm than he thought. He wasn’t often invited anywhere, even for the things he should have been on, so there was a lot of excitement growing in his body. "I don't see anything against it.”

 10. From "The Great Malleus Draconia-sama" to "Love".

"Ah, The Great Malleus-sama!" you sighed theatrically, taking from him a box of chocolates with a joyful smile. You could promise that because of this dark-haired boy here, you slowly become pampered. "Thank you for your generosity!”

Malleus frowned.

"The Great Malleus-sama"..?” he pondered, putting his fingers to his chin. "Did Sebek told you again to call me with this title?"

"No," you laughed softly at his reaction. "I did it out of curiosity. Maybe I could call you some cute nickname, hmm?" you smiled mischievously.

"For example?"

"By adding ‘-chan’ to your name?” you turned on your phone and typed something related to the nicknames. You started reading suggestions and struggled to hold back from laughing. ” ’Sunshine’, ‘star’, ‘flower’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘love’...

"I like the last one," he said, and the invisible force stung you to the ground.

"Would you like me to call you like that? Out of curiosity or out of love?" You laughed, but your cheeks were all red with blushes.

He smiled sincerely at your reaction.

"Hmm, I wonder..?"

[erensproudsimp]

Celestial

Armin Arlert x reader

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Content Warnings: sort of public sex?, Cunnilingus, vanilla sex, masturbation, a lil bit of fluff too

Summary: A date with Armin at his family owned theater, Armin makes you feel like the luckiest girl alive. *cough*y'all bang too*cough*

word count:3.4k

Also, fanart is by atosaido on insta.

Gazing at the sunset at the horizon spreading its rich hues of red blended with orange, purple and cimsons into the grateful sky when you heard your phone chime. The name on the notification itself was enough to pull the corners of your mouth into a smile. Gently you placed the book that you were reading on the table to grab your phone and unlocked it to see the message. It was from your boyfriend, Armin. Your heart swelled reading the contents. Armin requested you to get ready for a date that he was coming to fetch you in like an hour, however he didn't mention where he'd be taking you. Not giving yourself a chance to try to assume the location, you looked at the time. It was currently six in the afternoon, plenty of time to dress up until seven.

Clothes thrown all over your room, scavenging the closet you were having trouble settling on an aesthetic for your outfit. Since Armin was the type of person to take you to places that could be either cosy or extravagant or both, you made up your mind to a dark academia getup. A brown checkered mini skirt complimented with a beige sweater seemed to be quite perfect for the date. Your hair straightener was heating up while you were doing a light make up. Ten minutes later you were ready. It was almost seven as you went outside to wait for Armin's car to pull up to your apartment.

A fresh chilly wind brushed against your face pickling your nostrils but it brought you out of your daydreams to your senses as you felt alive and connected to reality. You rubbed your nose for warmth with your sleeve when right at that moment a white BMW. You swore your heart leaped in your chest upon seeing him. Like a happy puppy running to its owner, that's how Armin saw you when you were running in your boots to him. Throwing your arms around his neck, you jumped for a hug. Armin being quite well-built was able to handle your weight as he lifted you up to spin you around.

"Ahaha y/n I'm so glad to see you," Armin's voice muffled against your hair.

"Me too Armin, me too," you replied pulling back to make eye contact with him.

You had no idea how Armin liked you saying his name, especially when you were screaming it.

"Let's get in the car shall we? It's getting a little chilly," Armin said opening your door to let you in. You gave him a light smile for his chivalry. Closing it after you sat, he went to take his place in the driver's seat.

"So, are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" you asked him.

"Hmmm, nope," Armin answered bopping your nose with his index finger, "I'm keeping as a surprise till we reach it, besides I think you'd probably guess it with the route we're taking."

"Well then, let's see if I guess it right. Let's go!" you excitedly shouted.

Analysing the passing buildings and blocks, a light bulb went off in your head.

"Wait, are we going to your family owned theater?" crossing your fingers you questioned.

"Heh, you've got a good memory," Armin smiled over to you one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh rubbing small circles.

Shrieking in happiness, you couldn't help it as that theater was nothing but a comfort place for you. Pressing the button to pull down the transparent glass, you let the cold wind hit your face making your hair fly, a smile stretching your mouth aware that this was going to be a good night well spent. Across the seat, Armin admired you for a while before pulling into the parking. How he wished he could keep looking at you forever. You were like drugs to him, no matter how much he consumed of your presence or just you in general, he's never satisfied.

Before you could get out, Armin came to your door to open it, extending his hand. Taking it, he pulled you closer to him, faces millimeters away. Smiling against his mouth but you didn't kiss him. Instead, you placed your finger between your lips, "Quite a gentleman, aren't you?"

"Only for you my love," Armin replied dragging you to the theater's entrance.

Hand in hand, you both ran to the magnificent creation that was the building. Nobody was in sight signaling you that you two were the only beings present in that place. The only sounds that could be heard were you and Armin's giggling and the rustling of the trees with the wind. The moon was shining so bright in the sky lit up by thousands of stars. It's brightness was the same as the one Armin brought in your life. He was your sole source of joy alongside the reason why you adored being alive so much.

"You really like the night sky, don't you?" Armin asked as he looked at you staring at the moon.

"A lot. The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I could die happy."

Your heart felt lighter than air at his answer.

"Before we go inside, mind if I blindfold you? I don't want to ruin the surprise," Armin requested holding up a black cloth.

"Sure thing," you replied as he tied it lightly so as not to hurt you.

Rather than taking your hands to guide you inside, Armin choose an easier method which was to carry you in his arms. At first you were bewildered but then when it hit you, it didn't really faze you as he was always doing sweet unexpected actions like this. He treated you as though you were the most precious thing to him, which you in all honesty were.

While he was walking to take you to the destined spot, he couldn't stop himself to gaze at you. You gave so much meaning to his life and to every little thing to him. From the feeling of the first sunlight hitting his skin, he was reminded of your warm smile to the moonlight illuminating the dark sky, he thinks of the way you bring him positivity even in the toughest of situations. He couldn't be in anymore bliss as this was the definition of heaven to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck for support, he was carrying his literal embodiment of happiness.

Gently putting you down, he asked, "Are you ready?"

"I'm more than ready!" mirthfully you exclaimed.

"Okay then", Armin said removing your blindfold, "Ta-dah."

At that moment, you couldn't decide whether you were more likely to smile because of what you were seeing or more likely to cry because of what you were seeing. Your mind chose the later as tears started to run down your cheeks.

"He-Hey, don't cry, why are you crying?" Armin confoundedly wiped your tears with his thumbs as he cupped your face.

"Did you do all of this... for me?" sniffing you looked at him.

"For who else did I do this stupid? Of course it's for you y/n", he beamed.

Apart from the usual dark room with a dark vibe like a traditional theater has, for this date, Armin had set up projections on the ceiling. And it wasn't any type of projection, it was the space scattered all across the white roof.

In awe, your eyes widen at the celestial beauty in front of you. Stars twinkling like little fairy lights, even a nebula in vivid details. It doesn't stop at that as there were loads of other spatial phenomenons occurring. Not only did Armin set up a picnic on the stage but beside it was also a mattress big enough to accommodate both of you to 'stargaze'. The fabric set with Ratatouille in a bowl, a bottle of red wine glimmering under the light and various pastries sat in soliditary splendor in the middle of the wide open space which was the stage.

"I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have you Armin", you said sitting on the cloth spread on the wooden floor.

"No, I feel like the luckiest man to have the most perfect woman," he corrected you as he was pouring some wine into your glass.

Red tinted your cheeks.

"Cheers ?"

"Cheers," you raised your glass to clink with his.

This night couldn't be any more flawless.

A nice dinner in your favorite place with your favorite person, what else could you ask more?

As soft as clouds, the mattress sunk in with both of your weights. The wine coursing through your veins served as intoxication transporting you into this realm of abstractional interstellar.

Still mesmerised by the exquisite visual that resembled as though some heavenly artist had crushed crystals into his paint and then colored the cosmos with the finest of brushes, it didn't even compare to the beautiful man on whom you were laying on. Your hand on his chest, head on his shoulder, Armin held you so close to him as though you were going to disappear if he looked away. The blues and purples of the projection caressed his face.

Moving strands of your hair away with his finger, Armin asked, "What's the matter y/n?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering how pretty you are."

"I-I thank you," Armin blushed.

Gosh he was so cute.

Lifting yourself up, a frown on Armin's face at your action but then replaced by a astonishing look when he realised that you were straddling him. You had no clue of what you were doing, maybe it's was the wine or maybe it was just your desire for him, nonetheless, you craved his touch.

Your soft skin reflecting the light of the led made his fingers curl with the urge to stroke it. To his surprise, you grabbed his hands and placed it on your thighs revealed with your skirt lifted up. A light squeeze was given to them as Armin began stroking with his thumb waiting for your next move. The light illuminating from your behind aligned your figure making you appear as an angel in Armin's sight. Running your index finger from his cheekbones to his lips, you neared your bodies to press your boobs on his chest as you kissed him. His left hand dragged up your flesh to grab your ass while the right one entangled itself in your hair pulling your faces closer. Lips overlapping each other as you fought for dominance with him. Though Armin seems like a very sweet guy but looks may deceive, well, not completely. In bed he's like a cocktail, a combination of gentleness like flavored syrup or juice and of roughness like the alcohol in the drink.

Pushing your hips to his pelvis area, a groan leaving his lips cued you to further tease him. Up and down you grinded on him. Breaking the kiss to pull back, Armin went lower to your neck to pepper small kisses all over your sensitive skin, all the way to your jaw, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth to back on your neck to suck on your sweet spot. A light pain accompanied with pleasure made a tiny 'ah' leave your lips as he was marking your body. This only turned Armin more than he already was the moment he saw you.

Bringing his face back up , you collided your lips to his, more passionate than before. Sloppily you unbuttoned his shirt.

Abruptly he grabbed your back to switch positions with you. His chest now exposed was in front of your eyes. Removing the fabric off his body, his muscles shined in the light. This man was built like an art piece, his chest sculptured like the Greek soldiers.

"Allow me to be the one to please you," Armin's breath tickled your ear.

Feather like touches brushed your throat down to between your breasts to your stomach through your clothes. He took all the time in the world to appreciate the fact that you were with him and for him. You've probably never experienced such tenderness before meeting Armin. While making out with you, he his hands underneath your sweater to cup your boobs unaware of the dampness pooling between your legs.

With a swift motion, Armin took off your sweater and threw it across the stage. Black laced bra covering your breasts made you look more lustful. Armin's breath hitched in his throat.

"I don't think I'd ever get enough on beautiful you are y/n, everytime I undress you, it always feel as though it's the first time", he breathed.

You tugged at his belt, unbuckling it.

"Then show me how much you want me," you swiped your thumb over his lips.

Armin smirked. If looks could kill, you'd probably be dead by that.

"As you wish my lady."

Armin's big hands stroke your curves, brushing his lips from your collarbones slowly down your bellybutton but he didn't kiss your skin until he pulled down your skirt for your damp fabric to come in view to him. His soft lips didn't hesitate to press against your core.

"Ah- Armin-"

"You look so hot making that face, baby," Armin replied mouth still on you, you felt the vibrations of his voice through your underwear giving you goosebumps.

Armin dragged his tongue from the buttom to your clitoris, sucking on it making your underwear even wetter.

"Does this feel good?"

"Hmmm yes~," you reached out to grab his hair.

He chuckled at your reaction and proceeded to remove your last piece of garment. Your entrance dripping with anticipation, Armin gulped hard.

Like a wild animal out of cage, Armin attacked your pussy with his mouth. You leaped at his rough action and gripped on his hair for dear life as it seemed like this man wasn't going to leave you until he's had every part of you. Out of nowhere, Armin stuck his tongue into you making you arch your back. Thrusting it in and out of you, he gripped your hips in place so that you wouldn't squirm away.

"Gosh you have no idea how good you taste y/n," Armin panted sending chills down your spine.

Your tiny little pants and moans only fueled him to gain speed as he flicked your pearl in his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh-ah-Armin- Don't stop I'm close ~"

Taking your words into command, Armin didn't cease until you gasped and released everything in his mouth.

He swallowed every single drop of you as though it was his last time drinking any sort of liquid. While he was licking his lips to consumed everything he removed his pants as you were catching your breath. His dick sprung free from his cage, tip leaking with precum.

"May I?"lining his dick in front of your cunt he asked for consent.

"Just fuck me already Armin."

Slowly, Armin stoked it on your wet folds to lubricate it for it to enter more smoothly. Wet sounds of both of your excrements mixing filled the theater.

"Fuck you're so tight,"Armin groaned in his first thrust into you,"Are you okay baby? Do you want time to adjust? "

Still panting over his big size you nodded your head, your arm covering your eyes.

"It's okay love, take your time," Armin gently moved your hand away from your face to stroke your cheeks.

"Okay, you can move now," a minute later you told him.

Intertwining your fingers, Armin held your hand while the other held for support on the bed, Armin began to move.

With the projector in the background, this moment seemed so magical.

"You feel so good y/n arg-"

You hummed still doused in this dreamy state. The world around you blurred as the only thing visible in your peripheral vision was paradise. You could feel him moving so slowly between your walls, each of his popping veins so clearly. With time passing, your need for him grew bigger.

"Please go faster Armin."

"Anything for you," he replied as he picked up speed, this time more rougher on you.

Skin slapping, you arched your back, this time Armin slipping his hand on your back to make your bodies touch each other. Chests rising and falling rapidly, you brushed Armin's hair from his face to see his expressions better.Face twisted with pleasure, this man was so attractive.

It wasn't long until you felt the knot building up in your stomach.

"Y/n I'm-I'm close"

"Me too Armin, please cum with me"

Eyes boring into yours, Armin didn't hesitate to go even more rough with you.

Bending down Armin kissed you as he released his hot fluids into you.

"Are you okay? I hope I didn't hurt you my lady," Armin moved your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

"No Armin, I know you could never hurt me, that's why I love you."

"I love you too y/n," Armin kissed your nose.

Helping you to get up, he took some tissues from the straw bag in which he carried all the food in. While you were tying your hair into a ponytail, Armin wiped his cum from your body.

"I'm sorry I made such a mess on your beautiful skin y/n."

"Armin, why are you even appologising for this, please don't ," you giggled then grabbed his hands and kissed them.

Inhaling a deep breath, Armin got up to fetch your clothes and helped you wear them.

"Let me drop you home okay?" he carried you in bridal style to the car due to your legs shaking and being unstable. Throughout the whole voyage back, you just wished this night could last forever but alas reality is a bitch. His hands warming your thighs till his car reached your house and he took you to your bathroom to help you get into the bathtub.

Not wanting to hold him any longer, you reassured him that you were now okay and that he could take care of the theater to clean it for business the next day. The thought of people coming to a place where you and Armin banged without them being aware of it brought all the blood to rise up in your cheeks.

Parking the car, Armin entered the building with the scent of sex still lingering in the air. Taking care of all the stuff on the stage and cleaning it, he went to remove the projectors. Out of the blue it clicked in his head. Security cameras. Heaving a sigh of relief that he recalled this crucial detail, he rushed into the surveillance room to discard of the recordings for the night. However, before he did that, he did in fact consider to watch it. Debating in his head like attorneys in a courtroom he finally yielded to looking at them. He didn't even play the video that he was already blushing redder than his blood. Pressing the play button, he sat down on the wheelchair.

Holy shit did he not regret watching it. Even in bad lighting, you looked so hot on camera. It felt illegal for Armin to be doing whatever he was doing then.

"Ah-ah Armin-" you moaned his name and that awakened something in him or more like that hardened something in him.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath.

From his pants, he could see the lining of his growing erection but he tried to ignore it. Eventually it began to feel a little painful from the restriction of release. Giving in into his urges, he unzipped his pants to let his dick breath from its suffocation.

He hissed as he spread the oozing precum across the tip looking himself eating you out. With his face buried between your legs, at that moment he couldn't clearly see your facial expressions compared to now.

The way your breath got stuck in your throat, your mouth made an 'o' when you tried to control your moans. The next time he was going to make love to you, he's keeping in mind to prevent you from holding back the sounds you make as he wants to hear each and every one of them.

Stroking his shaft up and down just like he's thrusting in and out of you, his motions rhythmic, he threw his head back on the chair hearing your sweet voice resonating the room.

Sinful.

To his shock, he came at the exact timing he came within you in the recording. Letting his actions absorb, still drown into the cloudiness of his mind, Armin couldn't wait for the day he could at last marry you.

Without further ado, he deleted the clips after he sent them to his phone as a token.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

[rowanaelinn]

Kinktober - Day Three (thigh riding)

“You’re drunk,” Rowan stated, holding Aelin by the hips as she straddled him. He was sitting on a couch, not the most comfortable one but it’ll have to do the trick.

Aelin only laughed, reaching for another kiss. Rowan had been looking so hot all night long, his hair perfectly done and freshly cut, his three-piece suit hugging his muscles, the sleeve of the white shirt transparent enough to give a hint of his tattoo. Her boyfriend always looked good, and maybe it was either the adrenaline from the team’s win still in her veins or the alcohol, but Aelin had decided tonight would be the night.

Tonight, Aelin would sleep with her boyfriend.

They had hated each other from the first time they met. He was too broody for her, and she was too careless for him. No matter that he was the captain of the national football team, Aelin had never thought of him as more than a pain in the ass.

But after two years of banter and hatred, they had started getting along, and slowly, their friendship turned into more.

They had been dating for a month now but hadn’t done more than kissing because Rowan didn’t want to ruin things. He wanted them to take their time. Aelin found it stupid but had agreed because that’s was Rowan wanted.

But she was done with the waiting now, she had her most beautiful green (Rowan’s favorite color) lacy underwear under her dress. Even if they hadn’t done more than kissing didn’t mean they hadn’t talked about it.

During one of their long session of sexting, Rowan had confided in her he had never been more turned on than when she had put on one of her golden dresses, something about the short skirt. Aelin kept that information in the back of her mind for the perfect moment, for tonight. So sure, the dress was longer than what she was used to, but still short enough to be to her and his liking, because she didn’t want to embarrass him when this party was entirely for work, but it was still gold and it showed her breast in the best way possible.

She had been so stressed out about this, about what he would think of her, that her best friend Lysandra helped her by talking to her and giving her drinks.

“Thanks for the information, Captain Obvious,” she murmured on his lips.

Rowan snorted at her. “You’re impossible.”

He kissed her again, opening his mouth to let their tongue play lazily together. Slowly, Aelin’s hips began to roll, causing friction for both of them. Lorcan had been nice enough to subtly tell her this room was never used, winking at her and murmuring something that sounded a lot like you need to get laid.

Her hands grabbed his hair, pulling at it, tearing a groan out of his perfect lips. “Rowan…” She moans, the friction doing wonder for her.

“Aelin,” he said, voice small. She thought he was moaning, but when he repeated her name in a stronger way and his hands came to her hips, stopping her movement, she knew she had been very wrong.

She frowned and he looked apologetic. “What is it?”

“Stop this. Don’t start something you won’t finish,” he told her without any bite in his voice. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

“But I want to finish.”

“I don’t.” He said and it was like a cold shower for her. Is that why he wanted to wait? Because he didn’t want her? “Not tonight.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not having my first time with you while you’re so drunk you didn’t walk straight when you walked here.”

She wanted to tell him she wasn’t that drunk, but it would be a lie. Lysandra had given her a lot to drink and very fast. “But I’m okay with it.”

“Yeah, even if I believed that, which I don’t until you tell me this sober, I still wouldn’t want our first time to be with a half-asleep Aelin.”

She groaned, letting her head fall onto his shoulder. She wanted to cry, she was so turned on. She didn’t feel like she wanted to release, she needed it. Rolling her hips against him, feeling his hardened length, she cried out. “I’m so needy, Rowan.”

He took her head between his hands, forcing her to look at him. “Is that true?” The look of hunger in his eyes did nothing to calm down the heat polling at her core. She nodded, earning half a smile from him. “Then allow me to help you,” He said. “With clothes on,” he clarified at the look of ecstasy on her face.

A frown. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t answer, he only roamed his hands on her body until he reached her hips. He grabbed her and he parted his legs so she was straddling only one of them. And then, he made her move on his thigh.

“Oh fuck,” she swore loudly. Rowan only chuckled, taking the hem of her dress and pulling it around her waist so the only barrier between their bodies was her panties and his pants.

His lips crashed onto hers as his hands came to rest on her ass, making her hips roll on his thigh, causing friction.

“You gotta be quiet for me, angel.” He murmured on her lips. She nodded emergently, everything he wanted as long as he kept doing this.

Soon enough, her hips made the movement by themselves but that didn’t stop Rowan from helping her. “That’s it, take what you want,” he told her as she went faster. His words urged her on even more.

“Keep,” she moaned as one of Rowan’s hands gripped one of her breasts over the fabric of her dress. “Keep talking to me.”

“Yeah?” He asked, voice full of pride. “You like it when I talk to you, baby?”

“Oh gods,” she tried to muffle her moan in his shoulder. She nodded strongly, losing her mind over the pressure on both her clit and breast.

“I thought about fucking you all day long,” he admitted, pinching her covered nipple between two of his fingers. “When I was on the field and I needed motivation I thought about what your pretty cunt would feel like around my cock.”

“Fuck!” She whined, her hips going at a tremendous pace.

“I wondered if you were the loud type or quieter, I guess I have my answer now.” He chuckled, his tongue tracing the shape of her ear. Oh gods, oh rutting gods.

“Rowan.”

“What is it, baby, you gonna come for me?” He asked and she didn’t trust her voice so she only nodded. “Oh good girl, come on me. Soak my pants, Aelin.”

She had no sense of self as she kept rubbing herself, not aware of anything else than her pleasure. When Rowan bit at her neck, murmuring words of encouragement on her skin, something snapped in her. Thankfully he had fast reflexes, his hand slapping over her mouth, blocking out as much sound as possible. “Good girl,” Rowan praised her as he made her keep moving on him, prolonging her orgasm. “You look so fucking good.”

Both of them chuckled lightly as Aelin came down from her high, both their head resting on each other’s shoulders while they rubbed the other’s back.

“Is that gonna be enough for you, your highness?” He asked.

She made a humming sound. “I don’t know.”

He laughed, kissing her neck. “You’re insatiable.”

He kissed her cheek and made her stand, replacing her dress exactly the way it was. “We have to come out, I have to charm some sponsors before the party ends.” He informed her before leaning into her, his hot breath tickling her skin. “But I can’t wait for you to be sober tomorrow morning, just so I can fuck you and finally find out what this cunt feels like coming around me.”

He winked at her before getting out of the room as if nothing had happened. She hated him so much.

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What’s On Your Mind?

Author’s Note: Hi :) Remember me? I’ve missed you guys, and Tumblr altogether. I felt absolutely guilty about not writing, but the writer’s block was strong on this one guys. And while I’ve had lots of ideas for stories I couldn't quite put them onto paper...or screen. Anyway, wanted to try something new. So this one is about a Thor! I dedicate this one to you @swaggysposts​ since I know you love Chris Hemsworth. Its pretty short, but still, tell me what you think, my love! 

Summary: Avenger reader has a crush on the god of thunder.

Warnings: some lite language and fluff. 

Word Count: 4.7k

Part Two   Part Three

“I’m sorry? Did I hear that right? You said you can what?” Mr. Stark asked, without a doubt forgetting that there were stranger things in the world. 

Clearing my voice, and speaking a bit louder I say, “I can read minds, sir.”

“That’s what I thought you said.” Stark voiced out loud placing a sleek pair of sunglasses on his face. He was still pretty skeptical of my claims, but another part of him was very anxious. Or would the word be embarrassed? Mortified? Yes that was definitely the perfect description.

Whatever the feeling was, I knew the cause was because he knew that if what I was saying was true, he would have to start groveling because of the dirty thoughts that raced through his mind when we first introduced ourselves.  

‘Forgive me for looking Pepper, but this girl has the ass of a professional volleyball player’ was what he thought as he opened the door for me on the way in.

“I can’t hear what you’re thinking though, because It only works through touch.” I lie, as I watch his worry fade away. I needed this job, and I couldn’t be disqualified because of harmless thoughts that we could all be guilty of sometimes. Besides it wasn’t Tony’s fault: these jeans did do wonders for my bottom. 

Something told me though, that if this Pepper weren’t in the picture, he’d have no problem saying what he thought of me out loud. And he was a handsome man, couldn’t be much older than 40, so maybe in another universe I’d consider him. Not this one though. 

“Hey Kid,” Stark started, interrupting my own inappropriate thoughts, “just saying ‘I can read minds’, wont be enough. You’ll have to prove it.”

“Of course! Sorry—” I was cut short by the sound of the thick glass doors of the conference room being slammed against the walls. 

A brown haired boy with deep chestnut eyes, that looked as frantic as the rest of his face, rushed out apology after apology as he took his seat next to the older man. 

Tony, who hadn’t spared the younger boy a glance, said, “Ah, perfect. Tell me what he’s thinking.”

‘Spiderling’ was the name he had assigned him through thought. As I concentrated on his confused features, he looked from me to Stark.

“What who’s thinking? Is Dad—I mean Mr. Stark, referring to me? How could she possibly do that? Oh God, he hasn’t said a word to me since I got here. He must be really upset because I’m late. Geez, I hope he doesn’t take Karen again. I’d rather he kill me.” I repeated, after relaying all of the boy’s thoughts as fast as he could think them. 

“Is she right?” Tony asked the boy. He felt both amazed and amused. Amazed with me, and amused by Spiderling for thinking of him as a dad. He would never let him live that one down. 

After swallowing his astonishment, and turning his attention from me, Spiderling answered “Yes.”

“Good. And at least we both agree on your punishment. I’d rather kill you, too. Saves me less trouble in the future.” Tony stated. He was punishing him because apparently this was the third time he’s been late to the interviews he was supposed to be in charge of. 

Spiderling let alarm overtake his features, but before he could say anything, Tony continued on with more questions. 

“Do you have any other skills, we should know about?”

“Well just a bit of hand to hand combat. But it still needs a lot of work. Other than that no—”

“How did this happen?” Spiderling interrupted, wonder getting the best of him.

“Kid,” Tony starts, but he goes ignored by Spiderling. 

“Were you bitten by some kind of radioactive insect like me? Or are you super smart like Mr. Stark? Or perhaps it was gamma radiation like Dr. Banner! Or maybe a super serum like Mr. Rogers!—”

“Don’t make me remove your batteries, junior!” Tony interrupted, then he looked to me. “I’m sorry. He’ll keep going if you don’t nip it in the bud early.”

But he didn’t have to tell me that. His own mind, like Spiderling’s, was racing a mile a minute. 

“No its fine really. He’s just curious.” I reply with a chuckle. “And to answer your question Spiderling: maybe I was born with it, or maybe its Maybeline.”

I began to grow embarrassed by their silence at my terrible joke, until Spiderling stifled a chuckle. “I get it!” He said between snickers. “Wait why’d you call me Spiderling?” He asked. ‘Is she picking on me?’ He thought. 

Needing to correct his thoughts to clear up any offense I say, “No! I would never pick on you, I just thought that was your name because Mr.—”

“Y/N, was it?” Tony interrupts, yet again. “I think you’d make an excellent addition to our team! When can you start?” 

“Really?” I ask gleaming, ignoring the fact that he wanted me to shut for outing what he really thought of his younger protégé. “I can start right away! Thank you so much for this opportunity!”

“Yeah, don’t mention it.” He hurried. “F.R.I.DAY, will prepare your room, and Peter here will show you around.”

At that Peter hopped to his feet mind racing with thoughts of excitement on the hopes of a future friendship. “Follow me!” He said, grabbing my hand.

“Not so fast, champ. I need to speak with Ms. L/N alone for a moment.” Tony stated, nodding at Peter as he excused himself from the room. 

Tony cleared his throat, and relayed his thoughts, thoughts that were hard to separate from Peter’s louder ones earlier. “So Y/N,” He started towards me, leaning in close as he chose his words carefully. “I couldn’t help but notice, that you didn’t need to touch Parker nor I to read our thoughts. Care to explain?”

Flustered at being caught I stumble across my words as I try to explain, “Ah yes, well its rare, but sometimes I don’t need to touch the person.”

“Mmm.” Tony hummed, not believing a word I said, and I knew then the gig was up.

Cocking my head, and wearing a semi-sympathetic expression I say, “Don’t worry. I don’t even know who Pepper is.” 

And before Stark could protest, I ran to Peter’s side, so we could begin the tour around my new home. 

That was all a little over eight months ago. And so much had changed now. Peter’s hopes became true. We were the best of friends. His boy-like charm never grew old to me, and nor did my gifts to him.

“Cerulean” I’d say, when he’d think things like ‘What’s your favorite color?’. He always thought questions like that as a sort of game. I never got tired of playing along. 

It seemed to never click in his mind though that he could never scare or surprise me when he hid behind corners or couches, because I could hear his thoughts before he got the chance to. 

But besides the little stunts he’d try to pull by hiding his thoughts in order to frighten me, Peter was as transparent as they were. The boy was an open book, and he rarely kept a secret. It made us perfect friends, because he never seemed to get tired of me knowing every single detail about him. 

Though the other avengers treated me like family, Peter seemed to be the only one welcoming of my “gift”. 

If you asked Steve, he’d think something along the lines of “I’m too old for this shit” when I’d answer questions he hadn’t had the chance to ask. Then he’d immediately curse himself, for thinking a swear word when I’d tease him with one of the team’s inside jokes, like “language.”

Bucky tried his hardest to keep his thoughts in a vault, but it never worked. I knew exactly how many dead bodies he had under his belt, and where he kept his hidden stash of plums. 

Natasha, however, never tried to hide her kill count. She always made it a point to up the number by one as a threat to me, every time I accidentally crept inside her head. I always made it a point to keep my distance whenever she was deep in reflection.

Banner was interesting. His mind had two voices of course, and neither one of them gave a shit about whether I heard them or not. There were the deep thoughts that I struggled to understand most of the time, then others were one-word sentences only. They were louder than the rational side of his brain. 

“La, la, la, la, la”, was literally all that Sam would think whenever there was something he wanted to hide. Sometimes he’d do it just to piss me off, because he knew if I said to ‘knock it off’, he could accuse me of evading his thoughts in the first place. 

In truth, I never tried to read what they were thinking. I found the process invasive, and distracting from my own feelings. I worked hard to shut it all out, doing my best to make truth of that lie I told Stark all those months ago. But it was very draining, and took more energy than my body could exert. One person was easy enough to ignore, but more than ten, proved to be a task.

Most of my entire life I spent working in order to shut out all of the world around me. I avoided crowds whenever I could, blasted my music through my headphones whenever I couldn’t, and made sure to drug my body heavily with painkillers and vitamins whenever the last two weren’t options. 

It was so much work just to go out into the world. So much work until I met him. 

The son of Odin was the only person whose thoughts I would pay to hear. Coincidentally, he was also the only person who’s thoughts I couldn’t read. I could never hear him, I would only ever feel him. He radiated a rare intensity I had never felt before. His thoughts, or should I say feelings, even managed to drown out all of those around him. I had no choice but to focus on him whenever he was around. 

When I was with him, he literally clouded my brain. I didn’t have to work to shut him or the others out. He did it for me. 

I usually thought that was refreshing. But in the time I grew to know him, I found it mostly frustrating at times. 

You could say I liked him, but that would be putting it lightly. 

Liking someone for me, was a rare luxury. My crushes were always narrowed down to celebrities, and other people who didn’t know I existed. 

It was a pain to date people whose thoughts about you were always on display.

And if you thought dating was hard as a telepath, try having sex. Imagine being able to hear all of your partner’s most inner thoughts about the faces you make when you cum, or discovering that you have a small birthmark on your ass that you would otherwise know nothing about. 

Yeah, it wasn’t the greatest experience.  

I had never experienced the actual joys of feelings for someone, and wondering if they liked me back. Thor was my first. And chances are, he would never feel the same way. 

He was a literal god, and he lived up to that fact. I was just an average Midgardian, with a silly school-girl crush. It would never happen. 

Silly thing that Fate was. She had to make the only man I found irresistible, unattainable too. What a bitch. 

“Hey. Are you ready?” Natasha asked referring to our daily training. 

“Yes, what’s on the agenda today?” I ask, a bit confused that she isn’t in her workout attire. 

“Well you’ll h–”

“What? Why?” I squeak, before she can finish her thought…well before she can finish her sentence. According to her thoughts, I’d now be training with Odinson.

“I think you’ve graduated from me, kiddo. You can read my thoughts fast enough to predict as well as react to all of my oncoming moves.” Natasha relayed, a hint of sadness detectable through her words. Though she behaved like an older sister to me, she would miss throwing me around on the mat. “We’ll have to see how you do against someone whose actions you can’t predict, just in case that problem comes up out in the field.” She informed me while walking away, before I could confront her. 

“Can’t it be someone else?” I yell to her, but she doesn’t answer. 

“You wound me, Y/N.” That deep familiar voice bellowed from behind me. “And here I thought you enjoyed my company.”

Oh you have no idea, I thought to myself, as I spun on my feet to face him. I craned my neck to peer up at his eyes. One was a pretty hazel, while the other a deep blue. Cerulean. Funny how he’s the reason I’ve grown so fond of the color after all of these months.

“It’s not that I don’t like you. I just don’t think its fair is all. You know? With you being a god.”

“You’re worried you won’t be able to handle me? Do not fret. I wouldn’t dream of giving you more than you could handle.” He said, wiggling his brows suggestively, while flashing a smile. I suppose I failed to mention that he was a massive flirt that could put even Tony Stark to shame. “I promise to take it easy on you.” He furthered, smirking and winking his hazel orb.

“Why do I feel like your idea of taking it easy is vastly different from mine.” I say, trying to settle the butterflies. 

“Whatever you’ve heard about me is nonsense. I’m a merciful master.” He assured.  “We’ll just do some light work today: of course we’ll start with stretching, then 30 laps around the facility to build your stamina, a few hours of work on the machines to build your muscle—because my lady you are a dainty little thing, and then we’ll end the day with an hour or two of sparring.” 

At the sight of my dumbstruck face, Thor says, “I’m sorry that must be too light. How does 50 laps and three hours of sparring, sound?”

“Are you joking?”

“You’re right. I have some matters to attend to on Asgard, but I think we can squeeze in 75 laps, take it or leave it.”

Realizing how deathly serious he was, I quickly say, “I’ll leave it. Let’s get started.”  Deciding to address the subject of excessive training later, I turn to begin my stretches. 

Quiet. As usual. I was alone with my thoughts, which was something that only happened quite literally when I was alone. I couldn’t help but be immensely aware of his presence.

Moments like these i’d die to know what he was thinking. Especially when I could feel his stare. It burned worse than fire on my skin. 

Fire couldn’t compare to his actual touch, however. The same touch I now felt on my upper back.  For a man who weighed over 600 pounds, he was as stealthy as a cat when he wanted to be. His thick fingers against my spine raised goosebumps to my flesh. I would have jumped out of my body if he wasn’t there to keep me grounded. 

“My apologies. It was not my intention to startle you.” He informed, through a deep hearty chuckle. “I just needed to correct your form. Your time on the field will suffer if you continue with your training like this.” 

“Oh.” I replied, tensing a bit as one of his hands traveled around to my stomach and the other pushed against my spine to straighten my posture. My mind was hazy, and if I had even understood the words he spewed a moment ago, that status now changed.

“It all makes me wonder what the Lady Spider has been teaching you.” He continued, as if he didn’t notice the change in my demeanor. “Better.” 

When he stepped away from me, I released a small shaky breath. “What’s on your mind?” He asked. Maybe he did notice the change.

I mentally decided that I would ask him the months-long question I had always wondered about. “What’s on yours.” I state instead of ask, trying to resume my stretches.

“Pardon?” Thor asked. “Do you wonder about what is I ponder? Or is that your answer?

“Both.” I say without hesitation. “Why can’t I read your mind?”

“I’m afraid that’s by design, my lady.”

I stop stretching and turn around to ask, “How?” He had my full attention now. 

Shortly after he corrected my posture, Thor had propped himself up against one of the machines to properly examine my form while I stretched. I tried to ignore how awkward that made me feel. 

“Since an early age I’ve had to learn to guard my thoughts.” He stated. “My brother is the God of Mischief, and Loki often played games of the mind. Mother took notice of how much it was ailing me, and taught me a few useful tricks on how to keep him out. I guess I’ve always practiced them, even in his absence. I don’t know if I even know how to stop it.”

“Oh.” I breathed out. Trying to make sense of his words. 

While I was doing that, he asked,“May I ask why it is you wish to know? I thought you hated your gift.”

“I do. But I guess it still feels odd to not be able to use it on someone. I have no clue what you’re thinking let alone how you feel about me. It unsettles me.” I immediately regretted saying the last part as soon as it was out. 

His reaction did not aid my embarrassment. A thunderous laugh erupted from his throat. It was the kind of laugh that you could feel in your abs, and I knew this because his whole torso shook as it spread through his vocal cords. He was genuinely amused. 

His amusement prompted me to ask, “What’s so funny?”

“How I feel about you.” I think he mutter softly, before following a little louder to himself, “It’s weakened you.” 

“What did you say?” I never had to ask someone to repeat themselves unironically, until I met him. 

“Your ability I mean. It has impaired you.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

“I think the word is ‘spoiled’. Yes that seems to be the perfect descriptor.” He teased.

His words made me feel small and silly. Almost insignificant. “Excuse me?”

Sensing my irritation, he quickly told me, “I meant no disrespect. Its just most of your kind and some of mine are not awarded the same privileges that you have. We rely on body language and hidden meanings behind words to determine how someone feels. Well with the exception of me of course, because who would not adore me?” He joked. “But that’s beside the point. You have not yet learned how to read between the lines. Which is why I unsettle you.”

“I know how to read body language, I’m not an idiot.” I say a bit more sharply than I intended. My sense of inferiority getting the best of me.

“I’m not implying that you are, just that if it were not for your talent you would know have known what was on my mind ages ago.”

“That makes no sense. If I couldn’t read minds, i’d be in the same place I am now: unable to know what it is you think.”

“My dear, even if you could read my mind it would make no difference, for I’ve already made my feelings towards you painfully clear. One need not the aid of your capabilities.”

“Thor, could you stop the riddles—”

He ignored my pleas and kept going. “But just to be explicitly clear this time, since obviousness is lost on you—” 

“Stop insulting—”

“I shall tell you how I feel about you.” He stepped and leaned in closer, as if what he was about to say was a secret meant for only my ears.  “Listen closely because I will say this but once, so be wary not to misunderstand: I desire you.” He explained, words dripping with the utmost sincerity. 

My brain started racing. And I suddenly realized just how close he was. “You desire me?” I repeated to myself.

“Yes. I desire you.” He stated again, anticipating my uncertainty. 

If my heart wasn’t beating fast before, it surely was now. My poor ribcage wasn’t built for this.

“A-A-as a friend right?” I stutter out. “Because we aren’t, we aren’t close, like the rest of the team? Yes,” I breathe out. “That has to be what you mean.” I say that last part more to myself than to him. Clearly I’ve misunderstood his words, even though he warned me not to.

“While I would value a companionship, I’m afraid that is not all I mean when I say I desire you.”

“Eerr” Words are hard to form all of the sudden. Stammering out sounds is all that I can do. 

The air around us stilled, and it was pregnant with silence. He gave me a moment to think before asking, “Would you like further explanation.”

“Yes please.” I rush out quickly. “I think that will clear things up a bit more.”

“Right it would. Well If you wish to know what’s on my brain when you’re near, I shall tell you.” His words are teasingly slow, and he knows this.

"But I doubt,” He continues, “i’ll be able to properly convey just how bad I long to be in your presence when you are gone. Just how much I battle myself when it comes to finding any excuse to touch you. As you know, I lost one of those battles today. I don’t know if you can handle, just how much I imagine your warm embrace to be. How tender I’ve imagined your lips to feel. I just know them to be softer than rose petals and sweeter than nectar.”

“In fact,” He started. I could almost physically see the lightbulb go off over his head. And then, he began ridding us of the rest of our space, extending his long arm to snake around my waist, and pulling me against his chest at a speed faster than lighting. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to put that theory to test.”

It was like a lucid dream. I was only allowed to watch everything play out before me, without the luxury of making any actions myself. It took great focus on my part to even will my head to move. My nod was so subtle I was unsure if he could even see it. But the God of Thunder had more than enough to go off on.

He joined the hand around my waist with his other, and shortly after I could feel my feet rise from the ground. My hands that were previously glued to his chest, found their place behind his neck to support the rest of my body. His head met me the rest of the way, before he blanketed his lips over mine.  

He released one of the hands around my waist, to bring it up to my face. His fingers, now fastened to my jaw, slightly parted my lips allowing him to further explore my mouth with his. As massaged my tongue with his own, I could feel his eyelashes dance across my cheeks. That’s how close he was.

Most beards are scratchy and rough, but his felt like silk against my skin. His lips were even softer, and were like velvet in comparison. 

I inhaled the scent of rain on freshly cut grass. It reminded me of dewy meadows and Irish springs. His touch was firm, but he managed to hold me with care, like a bull who had trained for years with the sole purpose of entering a china shop. 

He tasted like what summer felt like, if you could make sense of it. The kiss had the same intensity behind severe thunderstorms. Beautiful but deadly. I found myself teetering on the edge of a cliff: desperate to chase this thrill, but also wary of whether or not it was worth dying for. 

I mentally decided that I could expire in his arms, and be perfectly content with that decision.

I got more into it. I thought that if this was a dream I’d take full advantage of it. Surely dream Thor would be fine with me taking over the kiss. It felt only natural. 

I decided it was time for my tongue to do the exploring. My lips needed to memorize the feel of his. My hands wanted to study every strand of hair that lived on the nape of his neck. That was only fair right?

I was enjoying his embrace so much, that I mistook the spinning in my head for shock from kissing a god, instead of the telltale signs of an impending headache. The lack of air in my lungs was because he took my breath away in a figurative sense, instead of the literal physical sense it actually was. The ache that spread throughout my body wasn’t because of the suffocating grip he had to keep me pressed to his chest, but because our bodies were on the brink of fusing into one. 

On second thought, maybe dying in his arms is more painful than I previously thought. 

I tapped out, and he immediately released me, placing me gently on the ground. I struggled for air, but it was like he didn’t miss a beat. Not a drop of sweat in sight on his gorgeous face. Instead, I could see a bright smile forming. 

“Are my thoughts clear enough, now?” He asked, breaking out into smirk.

But I had no time to acknowledge his joke, for I could feel reality setting back in. And reality is, I was a flustered fuck. 

“I’m sorry.” I stammered. “I must be holding you from your business on Asgard!”

“What? No—”

But he had no time to argue, for in a flash I was already gathering my gym bag and heading for the door.

“What about your training?” I heard him yell.

“I’m sorry! Maybe another time!” And after that, I practically sprinted to get out of earshot before he could protest or stop me. 

I raced passed Peter who was on his way into the gym. “Y/N! Are you okay?” I heard him yell. But what was strange is that I couldn’t hear him think it, despite being more than enough distance away from Thor.

“I’m fine.” I yelled back, hoping he wouldn’t follow. Maybe Peter’s mouth was faster than his thoughts.

No. That wasn’t it, because as I raced through the tower, everyone’s minds were silent, even though they were chatting casually with one another. That never happened. 

I burst through the nearest lady’s room, desperate to calm my nerves, when I saw Natasha applying red lipstick.  The action by itself wasn’t disturbing, but the expression she wore was.

“Don’t tell the others.” She voiced, in a threatening tone.

“Don’t tell the others what?” I asked confused. Maybe she’d be able to take my mind off of things. 

She looked at me like I had grown two heads, much like the first day we met when I proved that I could read her thoughts. “I know you read them. But this is different Y/N, the guys will never let me live this one down.”

“Nat, what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the date.”

“You’re going on a date?” No wonder she was so panicked. The woman was more comfortable with killing than she was with being vulnerable.

“Yes—What is wrong with you?” She half-yelled, interrupting herself as if she just realized something was wrong.

I had, had enough with trying to not think about him, because the task was damn near impossible so I decided to just say it. “Thor admitted his feelings for me. And then we kissed!” I cried. 

Oh, Nat mouthed, taking a more comfortable position against the bathroom sink. She leaned against its counter, and crossed her arms,“And now you can’t take your mind off of him.”

It was my turn to look at her like she was a lunatic. “How did you know that? Are you a mind-reader too?”

Song for the Chapter: Waiting For You by the Aces:  Pretty Self-explanatory lyrics. Think of the song from Thor’s POV

part II

A/N: If you made it this far, don’t be afraid to tell me what you think :)

[yandere-daydreams]

Twelve Days of Christmas - Day One

Prompt: Stockings

Pairing: Yandere!Asmodeus/Reader (Obey Me)

TW: Blood, Minor Acts of Violence, Jealousy, Implied Marking, and Toxic Mindset.

More than anything, Asmodeus liked it when you wore his clothes.

Or, when you wore clothes he got for you, at least. Sometimes it was his jacket, draped over your shoulders while the two of you studied for an upcoming quiz, or that god-awful scarf, slung playfully around your neck as he slotted himself against your back despite all the many, many times you’d asked him to let you know when he planned on getting so close. He left skirts on your bed, accompanied by notes with scrawling cursive and looping hearts, and your closet was full of coats and combat boots, handbags and hoodies in his colors, with his symbols and all the little, familiar things that’d remind you of him, above all else. It wasn’t that you weren’t grateful for it, you were, but it could be excessive, at times. It could be smothering, even if you knew he didn’t mean to be.

Or, you didn’t think he meant to be, at least. You hoped he didn’t.

If he did, that’d make his most recent gift much more disturbing than it had to be.

The stockings were innocent on their own. Pitch black, thin enough to border on transparent, reaching the tops of your thighs before they tapered off, ending in pink cuffs of faux fur that you might’ve been tempted to run your fingers along, in any other circumstance. Along the sides, red and grey hearts ran vertically, small and purposefully childish, obviously choosing fashion over maturity. They were well-crafted, more so than they had any right to be, and if they’d been given to you with all the distant benevolence of any of his other gifts, you might’ve liked them, enough to try them on and spare an impressed laugh for your reflection, anyway. But, they hadn’t been left on your bed, or handed to you absent-mindedly, or given as a gift that was meant for your enjoyment, rather than Asmodeus’. He hadn’t tried to pretend he didn’t have ulterior motives, this time.

If he had, you wouldn’t be sitting on the edge of his bed, right now, keeping your eyes cautiously fixed on his carpeting while he admired his latest present.

“I afraid they wouldn’t fit,” He chuckled, lulling his head to the side, letting his cheek rest on your thigh as he brought up a hand, toying idly with the outer hem. You wouldn’t have minded trying them on in front of him, hell, you wouldn’t have minded letting him ‘help’, but he’d insisted on taking up the burden himself. Now, as he kneeled in front of you, your legs parted stiffly around him, you couldn’t help but wish he’d just be a little less involved. Just a little less comfortable when it came to touching you, even if that only meant he hesitated before slipping his thumb beneath the sheer fabric. “I didn’t want to guess your size, but i couldn’t have asked. That would’ve spoiled the surprise, and then…” He let himself trail off, the words fading into a breath of a laugh. “Well, it’d ruin our fun, right?”

“I wouldn’t care,” You assured, trying to keep your tone as indifferent as his. It was a futile effort, really, your voice shaking and taking on a pitch that was anything but confident, but Asmodeus didn’t seem to notice, his eyes only closing as he leaned against you. You tried to swallow down your nerves before you went on, but your success was debatable, at best. “You know I’m  always going to like whatever you get me, but if I’m being honest, I don’t—”

“You’re probably right,” He sighed, his hand falling to your ankle, tracing over a stray wrinkle thoughtfully. “You really don’t look your best in black. White might be an overcorrection, though, how do you feel about—”

“I really don’t know if I’m comfortable with this,” You cut in, before he could push the topic any further. Asmodeus was nice, he was sweet, but he could be a little too much, when he wasn’t paying attention. Not enough to be overbearing, but enough to overshadow you. Enough to make your concerns seem unfounded, in the face of his willingness to skirt around them. “It’s not that I don’t like it, and I really, really appreciate how thoughtful you are,” You explained, trying to find the right words before he could get the wrong impression. “I just don’t know how many more… how many more gifts I can accept before I start to feel a little overwhelmed.”

You didn’t really care about the clothes. You wanted him to stop touching you. You wanted him to take a step back, or take his hands off of you, or do anything but get closer.

Asmodeus didn’t seem to want the same thing, though.

You could feel his smile press into your skin, his grip tightening around your ankle. He didn’t pull away. “I get it,” He started, his tone suddenly so much more serious than it should’ve been. “You’d rather have one of my brothers treat you like this, right? Lucifer? Satan, maybe? I guess anyone would be better than me.”

You felt your heart drop. There was a peck to the side of your knee, light enough to be playful, but lingering just long enough to make something in your chest tighten. “That’s not what I said, Asmo.”

“It’s what you meant.” It wasn’t, but he didn’t seem to care about that. He kept his eyes closed as he straightened his back, pressing another kiss into your skin. “It’s fine, I promise. I guess I just thought you’d be a little more grateful. I mean, I’m not sure why. I’ve never been your favorite, and it’s not like I’m willing to get on my knees and beg for your attention. Then again, I guess you have plenty of other demons willing to do that, don’t you?”

In your defense, you tried to respond. You tried to, but as soon as you opened your mouth, something sharp pierced the flesh of your thigh, though the material of your stocking and straight into delicate, vulnerable skin. There was a moment of numb acknowledgement, of a wet tongue running over ruined fabric and bleeding wounds, and a second later, there was pain, an undeniable burning that left you shoving at his shoulders and screaming. Or, you tried to scream, at least. Before the sound could make it past your lips, Asmodeus was already shooting upward, pushing his mouth against yours in a forceful, violent mockery of a kiss.

He didn’t pull away, not until you were panting, not until you were breathless and trembling and shaking. Even then, he didn’t go far, only falling to your neck, only driving pointed fangs into your neck and clamping down, waiting for your resolve to break before he drew back. Waiting for the shock to take over, waiting for the panic to make it impossible for you to breath, let alone fight back. You almost fell, almost buckled under your own weight, but Asmodeus didn’t hesitate to catch you. He must’ve been waiting for it, ready for you to collapse.

He must’ve been so, so tired of sitting back and waiting for you submit, on your own.

“Just hold still for a while. Can you do that for me?” He asked, the question accompanied by a stifled chuckle and a half-hearted attempt to lick over your wound. By a grin, sharp and careless and so selfish, you almost felt guilty for assuming he was ever anything else.

“I’m just going to help you remember why you’re supposed to appreciate all my hard work.”

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 12

Cult girl deals with an unexpected and unwelcome guest.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: pregnancy, emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, infidelity, threats of violence

Step three: kill Anna

So maybe there was an understanding that the pregnancy was to be kept secret from Anna.

The withdrawal of Archie and Max from the picture left a hole in the plan. Just when it looked like you had secured that much-needed victory, it shriveled up and died right before your eyes. That much was certain. Everything else was a big question mark.

Ever since he felt the baby kicking, Hannibal became even more hopelessly enamored with the idea of being a father. He never mentioned it, of course, but it was there. It was there in the way he cooed at your stomach and how his hand lingered after he felt a kick. He was in heaven.

For a few days, it looked like the downward trajectory was beginning to flatten. Then you remembered your favorite line from Ryan Reynolds' Deadpool:

"Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief, commercial-like breaks of happiness." You repeated to yourself as your phone flashed Theresa's call icon.

It took you a minute to remember that Theresa in your phone was actually Anna, because you hadn't bothered to change it. In a way, it was symbolic. Theresa was the head you cut off, and Anna sprouted up in her place. All in the pursuit of making your life unbearable.

You pulled the toothbrush from your mouth and placed it next to the sink. Lazily, you brought the phone to your ear. "What?"

"Hey pretty girl!" Anna said, using her most transparently fake cheery voice. "How's it going?"

Then it clicked. You felt kind of stupid that you didn't see it coming. In the world of cults, this was known as 'lovebombing'; a manipulation tactic in which the cult leader showers their target with affection, compliments, validation or anything that would make them associate good feelings with the group. In any other context, it would be called 'ass-kissing'.

You narrowed your eyes in skepticism. "What do you want?"

"Jeez, who crapped in your corn flakes?" She scoffed. "Can't a girl just call her little sister to say hi?"

It would have been one thing to say 'cousin', which, despite your bad blood, would have been technically accurate. But 'sister' was crossing a line. The blood that binded you and Anna together was thinner than water.

"We're not sisters, Anna." You corrected. "Why are you calling?"

"I just wanted to let you know that all is forgiven." She said, slipping back into that phony cheerful tone. "That little fiasco at the funeral, it's water under the bridge."

What Anna didn't know was that the water under the bridge was never water, but gasoline. Every drop that flowed under that bridge only created a more dangerous blaze for when you finally burned it down.

"Awesome." You said, flatly.

"I also wanted to say, 'may the best woman win'." She jeered. "I don't want to alarm you, but Liam and I have been fucking like bunnies."

You gagged. "I'm not alarmed but I certainly didn't need to know that."

"I've been keeping track of my ovulation," She disregarded your objection and continued the conversation she wanted to have. "And I even put child locks on the computer so Liam can't watch porn. Can't spare even a drop, y'know. It's too crucial."

"I will literally let you have the entire inheritance if you please just shut up right now." You said through gritted teeth.

"Oh?" She perked up. "Come on, don't give up. Don't make it too easy. Winning is just more fun when someone else loses."

She was growing into her Theresa shoes quite well.

"Seriously, though," You raised your eyebrows. "If it means I never have to see you again, by all means. Take the damn money."

"You know I love you, right?" Anna blurted out, pretending to be offended. "You may not think so, but I love you like a sister."

Again, you fought the urge to feel bad for her. Her model of sisterly love was Theresa. She could use the word to invoke sympathy, but would never know what it meant. It hit your ear exactly the same as when fundamentalist christian strangers said they loved you and that's why they were harassing you. Just an empty annoyance.

You rolled your eyes. "Goodbye, Anna."

"Wait!" She shouted as if she was about to die.

You threw your head back in exasperation. "What?!"

"I wanted to give you a little good-luck gift." She said.

You were slightly interested. "Oh?"

"Yes." She answered. "Can I swing by and drop it off later?"

You sighed. "Whatever. As long as you make it fast."

You were most certainly noticeably pregnant, but a fluffy robe obscured any misplaced curves just enough. You just hoped she wouldn't ask why you were wearing a fluffy robe in July. Anna arrived at the house, with Liam, who was holding a small basket of colorful jars and bottles.

You waited a minute to see if she would just leave the basket on the porch, but she didn't. You resignedly opened the door.

"[F/N]!" She shouted with that hyper-enthusiastic smile. You cringed, trying not to let her presence trigger your morning sickness.

The smile disappeared from her face. "Jesus H, you look like hell."

You desperately wanted to inform her that it was the strain of growing a human inside your body, but you held your tongue and thought of an excuse.

"I'm hungover." You said. Yeah, that would work.

"The usual, I see." Anna snipped at you under her breath.

You eyed the basket. You didn't even bother to mask your disappointment when you realized it wasn't food. "What's this?"

"Oh, this?" Anna said as if she were starting a sales pitch. "This is my olive branch. My exclusive DoTERRA fertility rejuvenation kit."

Your brain refused to process that Anna had been sucked in to an MLM, as it was really only a matter of time. You just didn't think it would take this long.

"Dude, you're twenty-nine and I'm twenty-six." You narrowed your eyes at her. "What on earth are we rejuvenating?"

She pointed to a collection of little bottles. "So these are for the initial cleanse. Put a few drops of this in your food, and some of this in your bathwater-"

She rattled on with practiced certainty about the fictitious health benefits of thyme and geranium oils, how they promote fertility and whatnot.

"Thanks, Anna." You cut her off, reaching for the gift basket. You didn't intend to use any of it, but you could pawn it off on some struggling hunbot for less than they would buy it new.

Anna pulled the basket out of your reach. "Oh. I wasn't giving it to you."

Nothing surprised you anymore, and this was no exception. "I thought you said it was a gift?"

"Oh, god no." She shook her head. "This whole kit costs, like, five hundred dollars."

You grimaced. "So you came here to show me your snake oil collection?"

"I came here to tell you in person about this amazing business opportunity." She said, returning to her fake smile. "For just $1000, you can be part of this amazing company-"

"Anna, what am I studying right now?" You cut her off.

She looked at you with round, clueless eyes. She looked back at Liam for help. He tapped his head to give her a hint.

"I want to say..." her voice trailed off. "...brain surgery?"

You shook your head. "No. Liam?"

"Clinical psychology with a specialization in cults." He answered. "You want to be the next Steven Hassan."

Anna didn't deserve Liam.

"So you're saying you're too smart for me?" Anna said, crossing her arms. "You're too busy going to your fancy college, living with your fancy boyfriend to support your own sister's hustle?"

"I'm saying you're in a cult." You countered. "A pretty obvious one, at that."

"Oh, when your only solution is a hammer every problem looks like a nail." She scoffed. "You think everything is a cult. Why can't you just be happy for me?"

"I'll be happy for you when you accomplish something that isn't built off the backs of people you fucked over." You said, allowing yourself to finally snap.

Anna's jaw hung open. "Do I even need to gesture to this house? Those clothes? That degree? All paid for by your rich boyfriend."

It's time.

You stepped on to the porch and shut the door behind you. "Liam. I have something to tell you."

Liam handed the basket off to Anna and approached. "Alright."

"No she doesn't, Liam." Anna objected. "Don't listen to her. You know she's a liar."

"Liam." You said, looking into his eyes. "Do you remember Nathan Sparks?"

"Anna's ex from college?" Liam folded his arms and looked at his wife. "Vaguely."

Anna gritted her teeth at you. "I swear to fucking god, [F/N]-"

"Anna, stop." Liam cut her off. "Let her speak."

"Anna continued to see him for two years after you got together." You smirked.

Liam's dial-up internet brain sputtered to life.

"Oh my god." His mouth hung open. "...is he 'pineapple'?!"

"Nope." You said. "You are."

"Is this true, Anna?" Liam said, in the overlap between denial and anger. "Did you keep seeing Nathan after we got together?"

Anna threw the basket on the ground, jars shattering, releasing a noxious cloud of concentrated snake oil. She was too busy glaring daggers at you to answer her husband.

"Fine. Don't tell me." He spat, turning back to you. "I'll hear it from you, [F/N]. You're the only one in this family who's been honest with me."

"She only wanted to get with you because your uncle is CEO of that publishing house." You added. You felt bad for essentially rubbing salt in the wound, but he was right to assume he wouldn't hear it from anyone else.

He placed his hand over his head as if to nurse a migrane. "How could I be so stupid..."

"Liam-" Anna said, her voice jumping a few octaves.

Liam put up his hand. "I don't want to hear it."

"I'm sorry, Lee." You offered. Even though you loved seeing Anna caught, you felt bad for every person she victimized along the way. Liam was no exception.

He dropped his shoulders and sighed. "Thank you, [F/N]. I'll be out of your way, now. Anna--"

He stopped himself, presumably to avoid saying something he would regret. "...find your own way home."

He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away, leaving Anna with you.

"Thanks for coming." You sneered at her, feeling around behind you for the door handle. "I'd call an uber if I were you."

"You twisted bitch." She scowled, hands hovering in your direction. "You just get off on ruining people's lives, don't you?"

"Oof, that's some serious projection, Anna." You said, unconsciously untying the belt of your robe and pulling it off your shoulders.

"You're-" She sputtered, her eyes growing to the size of personal pizzas. "You're fucking pregnant?!"

Shit. You thought, cycling through whatever braincells you had left for an idea of how to play this off as if you meant to do it.

"Surprise." You shrugged. Yeah, that would work.

"That's impossible!" She stammered. "You're- you're not even married!"

"Grandma never said anything about marriage." You grinned.

Anna struggled to find her words. "That is unfair!"

"So now that you're not winning, the game is unfair?" You raised an eyebrow.

She pursed her lips and pointed at you. "You aren't going to get away with this."

"Just like you didn't get away with cheating on your husband?" You taunted.

"I'm serious, [F/N]." Anna said, backing down the porch steps. "I will destroy everything you love just like you did to me."

For a half a second, the voice in your head told you to beware, that the threat should be taken seriously. Upon remembering it was coming from Anna, you pushed the thought from your mind.

You shouldn't have.