#no but for really this is a formal request for you to use this pic

[junkanimate]

Only good things for Liu Kang, he deserves it

also sharing the pic I used as reference because I need more drawings with this

#mortal kombat #liu kang #kung lao #kitana #liulao #liutana #my art #no but for really this is a formal request for you to use this pic #I love it so much actually and I neeeed more art with this

[dotster001]

hiii i love your for tuna series!!! your writing is so awesome!!

i saw that your requests where open so

is it okay if i request y/n/yuu meeting their friend from their world in twisted Wonderland? it could go really angsty or be like really funny.

Lean on Me

A/N: hey nonnie. I had a rough week, so I went for funny. I refer to friends as Friend One, and friend two, so you can fill in whoever you want.

Special thanks to@wolken-himmel for allowing me to live out my fantasies, and use her oc Esme. 😁 This is me formally asking for your blessing for our wedding.

3k followers masterlist

It  had started as a normal day. Well sort of. It wasn't often the RSA students were allowed on NRC turf without being murdered. Azul Ashengrotto, ever the business man, was hosting an RSA/NRC karaoke night at the lounge.

You wouldn't have even gone…but you heard he would be there.

Esme Devance. The prettiest man you had ever seen. If he asked you to jump off a bridge, you'd do it, just to get a glimpse of that mischievous smile.

And the way your first year friends insisted he was terrible and you shouldn't even look at him, you knew he might be a little interested in you as well.

You sipped a glittering purple drink, and saw his distinct head of hair, held back by a purple bandana, move through the crowd. You walked over to him.

"Well, I'll be. Didn't think you show your face here, Esme Devance."

He turned around with a grin. "I brought a bodyguard. But they'll double as a decoy when I ask you to sing with me. Y/N, meet our hero. Friend One." 

As friend one turned to greet you, you dropped the glass in your hand, shattered glass, and purple liquid spreading quickly around your feet.

"Y/N! You're here too?" They gasped, moving to hug you tightly.

"How can this be happening? Are you even real?"

"So all three of us are here?"

"Three?!?!"

Friend one pulled out his phone, which you quickly noticed was far nicer than yours, and flashed a pic of them with Friend Two in front of Noble Bell.

"What!" You shouted.

"I tried to convince their headmaster to transfer them to RSA so that the two, now three, of us non magic people could be comfortable, byt it was a no go."

You remembered Esme was here, and looked up at him, his head tilted to the side.

"Now that I think about it, how did no one put the fact that you both showed up from another dimension, on the same day, together?"

It…it did seem kind of stupid. But considering your headmage was incompetent, and didn't even know about Friend One, you could wave that one away.

"Well, we have space in Ramshackle, if you want to transfer here."

Both friend one and Esme grimaced.

"Look, Y/N. It's not about you or anything. It's just, I have kind of a bias towards RSA, and would rather you transfer there."

"I would like that too," Esme grinned, and friend one noticed the crush for the first time.

"Well I'd have to bring my cat," you pouted, leaving out the riot that would start if you tried to leave.

"Cat?"

The timing couldn't have been more perfect said cat and your friends to start yelling your name and shoving students out of their way.

"Y/N!"

"Hench human, we need you! Desperately!" Grim said with a growl as he crawled his way up your front, hissing at Esme for good measure.

"I'm going through something right now. What could you possibly need?" You groaned, scratching Grim's ears out of habit.

"Um…" he and the other first years, save for Jack who seemed wildly embarrassed, shared scared glances.

"We didn't get that far…" Epel muttered, earning an elbow in the side from Ace.

"Uh huh. Well friends, this is friend one. From my world."

Their eyes all widened. Deuce grabbed your arm.

"Does that mean you can go home? Please don't go, prefect!"

"Human! I will chain you down if I have to!"

"No fucking way can you leave in the middle of the year!"

You made eye contact with friend one, mouthing 'help'. Meanwhile, friend one took a step behind Esme. Maybe transferring to RSA wouldn't be that bad….

"No! Friend One has been here as long as I have! So we have to ask Crowley if he knows what that could mean!"

"We should get Friend Two over here. This concerns them as well." 

"Yeah cause it's so easy to just pop on over for a visit," you rolled your eyes.

Esme and friend one shared a side eye.

"Don't worry about it," they said, calling friend two 

….

"Heh heh, well, you see, it's meant to be an exchange program of sorts."

"Sorry?"

"Right now, three mages are attending college at a non magical university."

The three of you stared, jaws on the floor. Finally, friend one asked what was on all your minds.

"Isn't this illegal? Like aren't we supposed to fill out paperwork, and give consent for an exchange program?"

"Did the mages give consent? Are they even still alive? Our world has a tendency to cut things open that it doesn't understand," friend two's voice was laced with concern.

"They were alive and well last we checked."

'Wait! You can check! So we're not fucking stuck here!"

'Sevens!" All three of you shouted.

"Aw look how well they've adapted to the culture!" Crowley said with a sob.

"This whole project is about peace!" Ambrose, headmage of RSA, said, as though it explained everything.

"Why did you lie then?" You said loudly, your other two friends nodding vigorously.

"You certainly would have tried to return home!" Crowley said, Ambrose nodding sagely.

"Duh, we're not stupid," friend two pouted. 

"But think of all the friends you've made along the way!"

"The number of things you've guilted me into, when it was your fault all along, are staggering," you growled, causing the very brave Crowley to flinch in his seat.

"We want to go home. I'm pretty sure you dropped me into some kind of weird religious cult," Friend Two said, the tears rising to their eyes.

"Okay, let's all calm down," Friend One said. "We  don't actually want to go home, we just want to transfer Y/N and friend two to RSA."

"Okay, honestly? I don't know how I feel about going to live with a bunch of rich pricks. I really want you two to transfer to NRC."

"I want to go home!"

"And I am not transferring to a place where my own classmates hypnotize me and lock me in their rooms for nefarious reasons!"

"Where did you even hear that?"

"Your red headed friend told me!"

"Home, home, home!"

Ambrose and Crowley, meanwhile, were allowing the three of you to fight, as they slowly snuck out of the room, heaving a sigh of relief, as they leaned against the closed door.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #3k followers

[goldsainz]

MASTERLIST.

A/N: this is based on a request @ateliefloresdaprimavera sent me!! so thank you sm for requesting, hope you all enjoy [gif cred: @colewald]

WORD COUNT: 1,1k

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Y/N Smith and Matt Smith React To Your Tweets About “House of the Dragon”

You were excited to do an Interview with Matt after such a long time. You’d done a couple talk shows spontaneously over the years, but this was formally about a project you were both so enthralled by. 

In a way, the mood was different. You were now a married couple who had two beautiful kids, and had been friends for over ten years. Time really flew by.

As the interview began you were sitting next to your husband, a bowl full of papers in front of you.

“I am Matt Smith,” You started, looking at Matt expectantly.

“And I’m Y/N Smith.” He continues, a victorious smile on both of your faces. The multiple failed takes definitely made its way into both of your minds. 

“And we’re here to react to your tweets about ‘House of the Dragon’!” You both say in unison, high fiving each other as you let out a laugh.

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“We were told you guys many things to say about the show when it's not even out!” Your voice was amused, while Matt looked at you with a small smile.

“The internet is truly surprising” Matt lets out, making you shake your head.

“Okay, so here’s the deal. We’ll both be reading some things you’ve posted, and we’ll react on the spot.”

“No judgment on our side.” You shot Matt a look, “Maybe just a little.”

“Can I go first, please?” You ask, slightly pouting so he would say yes. You knew he could never truly refuse you if you made that face.

“Of course, my love.” The grin on your face at his words was all Matt would ever need in return.

You reach for the bowl and shake it, “So nobody can say we cheated!” You tell the camera, pointing your finger like you would when warning your children about something.

“Nobody’s going to say that now, Y/N.” Your husband says amusedly, finding it adorable that your tendencies as a mother made its way into other moments.

“@/ynmywife says “Whoever casted Y/N as a Targaryen in the show, will have my therapy bills delivered to their house😭” and then there’s a crying emoji.” You then roll the paper and throw it in a basket below the table.

“First off, I’m her husband so she’s not your wife,” Matt points out, jokingly placing his arm around your shoulder to show off his ‘dominance’, “Secondly, I agree with that statement.”

“You don’t even go to therapy!” You exclaim, looking bewildered by his words.

“The point still stands, but seriously, how did being cast feel?” He turns the conversation around, trying to bring back some seriousness, his arms still placed around you.

“It was surreal. I actually hadn’t auditioned to be a Targaryen, but I guess my vibes were those.” You started your answer, “My agent called and said I got the role of Valenya Targaryen, I remember being so shocked but I accepted instantly because I knew the experience would be amazing, and it was!” 

“My story for being cast is much more boring compared to yours.” Matt murmurs, a small laugh leaving his lips as he reaches for the next paper in the bowl.

“I’m sure it's not.” You tell him, kissing his cheek.

“@/valyrianbiatch says “Are we gonna talk about how hot Daemon and Valenya look in those teaser pics???” with three question marks, it seems like they really want some answers.”

“We should talk about it more, tell us Matt, how does it feel to be married to such a hot person?” You teasingly say.

“It feels amazing.” Matt responds, as you make an “aw” sound that some of the crew backstage copies. He just places his hands in a way that is supposed to show you off, like he doesn’t need to further explain his answer.

“I think Daemon and Valenya exude this badass energy, which instantly makes them attractive to the eye.” Your words are slightly more serious, trying to actually get the interview somewhat correctly done. But you’re sure the fans will only concentrate on the more unserious bits.

“Plus they’re interpreted by stunning people, what’s not to like about that?”

“Exactly!” You exclaim, taking another paper from the bowl.

“@/dracaryss_ says “It feels illegal to watch HOTD knowing Matt and Y/N were casted as siblings!!” with two exclamation marks at the end.” You read out the paper, playing with it while thinking of a good answer.

“It’s definitely less weird now, the Targaryen family tree really is a circle of incestous people.” Matt answers jokingly.

“I feel like we’ve been in this job long enough to separate our actual lives from fiction, which I feel everyone should be able to do.” You say, looking at Matt after.

“That’s also very vital to the process, and they don’t really behave like siblings so most of the time it wasn’t as awkward.” He ends with a laugh, as you smile in return.

“The show may not be to everyone’s taste, so please be cautious while watching!” While you speak Matt reaches for another paper. 

“Let 's see… @/lannisterlions says “And when I faint from the beauty of the Targaryens? Then what?””

“I would recommend some water, some ibuprofen even.” You were being sarcastic, but your voice had a motherly edge to it which made Matt almost melt in his seat. 

“I fear they’ll be fainting a lot, they’re the stars of the show.”

“That too.” You agree, chuckling slightly.

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You’ve already responded to a couple of tweets, some responses more serious than others in which you’ve just taken the piss out of their silly comments.

“I feel like I’ve answered tweets for a lifetime now.” You let out, your head resting on the shoulder of your husband, his arm wrapped around your waist. 

“I know I have.” Matt tells the camera, nodding slightly at his own words.

“It was very fun, though.” You add while smiling.

“We had a blast, thank you for all of the amazing tweets.”

“And don’t forget to tune in every sunday for a new episode of ‘House of the Dragon’ available on HBO.” You end, blowing some kisses to the camera as Matt waves his hand.

The video ends with Matt whispering something inaudible to your ears, making you throw your head back in laughter as the video fades to black.

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username5: they look so caring😭

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[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Lie +18

Request: Can you write some angst, plsss❤️ I need angry Ruben 😍😂 u can decide the end of it.

Perfect timing with this request because these parade pics got me feeling some type of way!😝

Summary - Reader and Ruben play truth or dare without the dare

Enjoy!

"Let's play truth or dare but we can only pick truth."

"What? Ruben chuckled.

There wasn't anything worth watching on TV so you thought you'd spice things up a little.

"Truth or dare, except we can only tell each other the truth."

Ruben frowned. "So a normal conversation then?"

"No." You sighed. "An utterly and completely honest conversation with each other. Neither of us can lie."

Ruben looked to ponder the idea.

"Alright,  you first." He said.

"Really?" Excited, you adjust yourself to face him where the two of you sat on the couch.

"Okay, first question. How many girls have you slept with before me?"

Ruben rolled his eyes. "Y/N."

"No, come on. I want the truth and only the truth."

He observed you skeptically, not really sure what this game was gonna lead to.

"I've slept with three other women before you. There happy now?"

You smiled because you didn't expect Ruben to have a magnificent body count. He was just too much of a gentleman to have thrown himself out there like that.

"And you, how many guys have you slept with before me?"

It was his turn, but how boring of Ruben to choose formality over creativity when it came to his question.

"Hmm, maybe eight people."

"Eight guys?" He said suprised. "But you said you've only had two boyfriends before me."

You chuckled. "You're allowed to sleep with people without being in a relationship with them, no?"

He nodded, but his adams apple jumped when he swolled.

"Alright, my turn again." This was fun, you thought. "Would you ever consider having a threesome with me and another person?"

"Guy or girl?"

"Either." You said.

"No." He answered. "My turn. Same question to you. Would you ever consider having a threesome with me and another person, guy or girl?"

"Yes, if everyone felt comfortable about it."

"Correction." Ruben cleared his throat. "Have you ever had a threesome before?"

"Ruben that's not fare, it's supposed to be my turn." How was he already breaking the rules, you thought.

"Fine." He sighed. "Your turn."

"Thank you." You smiled. "Best sex you've ever had, was it with me?"

"Of course."

Your heart jumped of how serious his expression turned when he said this.

"Good to know." You nodded, hiding the heat that had risen to your face.

"And same questions to you. Am I the best you've ever had?"

"Um..."

He was playing a dangerous game, you thought. The backfiring question was not a good way to go. At least he was playing the game that you put him up to.

"No?" He frowned.

"What no. Ruben you didn't even give me anytime to think."

"I didn't think you'd need all night."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Just answer the question Y/N."

"No." You muttered.

Ruben looked away for a second, towards something in the distance. His jaw clenched as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"My turn." You said, however not as enthusiastic as you were at the start of the game. "If you could change something from your past what would it be?"

"Saying yes to playing this game with you."

"Ruben." You gasped.

"My turn. So who's this mystery guy that's given it to you better than I have?"

"Who says it's a guy?"

Ruben frowned. "It's not?"

You shook your head.

Ruben looked at you with an expression you didn't recognize. "So who was it then?" He said, a bit resentful.

"Ruben I..."

He shook his head. "Just tell me."

"But you won't..."

"What? It's not like I know the person." He chuckled.

You bit your lip.

"Wait." He paused. "Don't tell me I know this person?"

You didn't want to answer his question by the way he was already rattled up by it.

"Y/N, tell me who it is."

In honor of the rules of the game, you thought.

"It was Nina."

"Nina? As in Nina your boss?" Ruben stood from the couch.

"Well she wasn't my boss at the time. We were colleagues."

"You slept with a colleague that is now your boss, great."

"Ruben, you asked..."

"No, you asked!" He shouted. "You asked to play this fucking game Y/N. You did."

Somthing heavy was in your throat and you felt yourself hold back tears. "I...I didn't mean for it to go this far. I'm sorry."

Ruben had begun pacing the room. Perhaps thinking of all the times you've invited your boss for dinner or the times you two went out for a jog together. Those times were plenty, but only because Nina was one of your closest friends today.

"Ruben please...".

"Don't!"

You stood from the couch. However he denied your attempt to approach him.

"I've told you nothing but the truth about me, haven't I?"

"You have." You said, voice shaky.

"This....this was you lying to me Y/N."

You frowned. "I didn't lie Ruben. It just never came up."

"Never came up." He laughed, a laughter that made you want to hide your face and cry. "She's been at or fucking house Y/N. If I invited people that I've fucked for dinner I would at least have the courtesy to tell you about it first, no?"

"Well, aren't you perfect!" You shouted. Ruben was being unfair. "There is nothing going on with me and Nina, she is just my boss."

"And apparently the best person to ever fuck you."

"That's it." You turned you back and headed for the door.

"And where do you think your going." Ruben grabbed your arm preventing you from taking another step.

"Ruben, let me go". There was tears in you eyes, you hated it when the two of you argued. It was like a part of you died every time.

"No." He said, pulling you back towards him. He was stronger than you, he railed you in faster than you could protest.

"Let me go Ruben."

He had you pressed to his chest, with you looking up at him.

"No." He said, a firm grip around your wrist. "Not until you beg me to stop fucking you."

You gasped as he swooped your feet off the floor, carrying you in his arms towards the bedroom. He tossed you on the bed and before you could understand what was happening he was on top of you, kissing your neck with one hand reaching under your shirt.

"Ruben please." The excitement came to you in floods. Ruben was usually really good at foreplay but this, this was so much better.

He pinned you to the matress once your bra was unhooked and your shirt tossed over your head. He got busy with your breast to the point where you understood that he was making his mark.

"Ruben please."

He had his hand down your shorts. Occasionally teasing you clit put for the most part drilling you in and out with his fingers.

You squinted your eyes and arched you back as you came all over his hand, seransding him with a pool of wetness.

"Look at you." He grinned. "So needy for me."

He held a hand around your throat. His thumb forcing you mouth open, wanting you to clean up the mess you made.

You sucked his fingers one by one. You lips clenching around his knuckles.

"Good girl." He said. "Now turn around."

You tried but felt your legs tremble beneath you.

"Fine." Ruben said, flipping you over himself.

You lay on your belly with your shorts pulled down to your ankles. Ruben raised your hips with a hand tugging at your waist. You knew he hadn't gone completely dark when he whispered "This okay?" Before adjusting himself behind you.

"Yes, god yes." You said, feeling how your swollen pussy pulsated between your thighs. You want him inside you, now.

Ruben planted soft kisses down your naked back, suprising you with a slightly aggressive backshot that had you fisting the bed sheets.

"Shhh." He said, referring to your quiet whimpers. "You want this?" He asked, thrusting in and out of you like there was no tomorrow.

"I need it." You gasped, arching your back to take him in as deep as you could.

It went on for minutes, hours even.  Although you came on his cock more than five times Ruben kept on filling you up, thrust after thrust.  He kept at it to the point of your legs and hands gave up on you. You couldn't stand on all fours anymore. That's when he turned sweet again, caressing you and asking to bring you a glass of water. Once the two of you lay in each others arms he dared ask. "Was that good for you."

You barely had the strength to nod, it felt like you had been running a marathon. Your body was simply exhausted.

"It was the best Ruben."

"Good." He said and kept on holding you and kissing you until you fell asleep in his arms.

#fanfiction #man city #manchester city #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias #football imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #footballer imagine #football x reader #football

[reallyromealone]

Hey hey I wasn’t the one who sent the anon about the text but could I request that if I need to send a formal request I will it just sounds interesting but um I respect Rome and love your writing

Hi, can I request bonten receiving a rlly naughty text from their innocent and sweet husband during a meeting about something, like the picture(s) are M/N in a lingerie or just a revealing outfit with heels/stockings and being in seductive pose and a sexual message w the pics as well? With some smutt in it pls :D have cool day :}}

You sure can, but people please follow my rules so your requests actually get written

(Name) all things considered was pretty fucking innocent, surprising as his husband's were well...bonten.

But it wasn't really surprising when realizing (name) was incredibly sheltered his entire life up to meeting them.

But apparently not as innocent as his husband's thought.

(Name) giggled as he set up his phone dressed in stockings and heels, lacy panties covering his cock and a lacy sheer bralette covering his chest.

Starting the recording (name) spread his legs and gently rubbed his inner thighs, barely touching his cock "can't wait for you guys to play with me..." His tone breathy before he began touching his cock, slow firm strokes against his panties "fuck... Yes"

All the Bonten men stared wide eyed as they watched their lover touch and play with himself, the video they sent at first seemed inconspicuous enough, he did like sending videos of cute things he found.

This? This was very new and very welcome, their husband never being the one to initiate sex, far to nervous to do so but this... They all saved it to their phone in their jerk off folders.

"Meeting adjourned" Mikey said bluntly as they all got up, an uncomfortable tightness in their pants as they booked it home where their vixen husband was.

(Name) was a little annoyed they didn't reply to his texts and decided to just play with himself, already feeling hot and bothered, a hand gently going into the bra to play with his nipples and the other gently stroking his cock above the panties "shit..." He whined, toes curling as he played with himself "god what a treat" a voice cut through as he looked at his husband's who were already taking off their pants to reveal their hard cocks "out sweet babydoll so slutty... Fuck"

The men stood around the bed and stared down their scantily clad husband who was red faced and so so pretty for them. The med crowded him, touching and squeezing wherever they felt "gonna fucking ruin you" Sanzu mumbled "baby boy doesn't know what he just opened" Koko almost laughed as a cock was pressed to (name)s lips "use that pretty mouth baby" ran whispered to (name) who suddenly got shy "oh? Getting shy on us now? Where was that slutty attitude ~?"

"Didn't think you guys would come home for that..." (Name) mumbled and the man looked at him almost condicendingly "you show us a video of you in these slutty clothes touching yourself and you didn't think we wouldn't come home and destroy you? Well the pretty ones are usually not the brightest huh" Rindō spat out with a feral grin, mouth right above his husband's panty covered cock "im not dumb..." (Name) huffed out, whining as Kakucho pinched one of his nipples "really? Because smart boys would know that something like that would get their husbands riled up"

"Now...take responsibility for what you did baby"

(Name) was held up by Mikey, legs bent around his arms as Mikey and Kakucho fucked his ass, Ran fucking his throat raw and don't worry Koko and Sanzu were using his hands too.

Mochi, Rindō and Takeomi waited their turn with (name) slowly stroking their cocks "he's taking those cocks like a champ" "reminds me of our honeymoon..."

(Name) was fucked by everyone through the night "this bra almost makes it seem like you have tits!" Sanzu cackled as he fucked (name)s nonexistent tits while takeomi fucked his ass, poor (name)s head bent over the bed so that Mochis cock could ruin his throat "god damn! No matter what we do you're like a virgin!"

By the end the eight men circled (name) who was filled with cum, spent from cumming over and over again "take it baby" and with that (name) was covered with cum, the men squirting all over him and he just took it like a good husband.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #male reader #bonten smut #smut #tokyo revengers smut

[nonsensical-pixels]

COCONUT GRASS: A COUPLE OF UNISEX SEPARATES FROM TS4 ISLAND LIVING, CONVERTED TO THE SIMS 2 [download - 🥥🦗]

have you ever wanted to put your male sims in a coconut bra, but couldn't? @oceansmotion sure wanted to, but the game sadly wouldn't let her throw a coconut bra on her beloved sim ocean grisly. a tragedy, right? well, fast forward... a whole year? and here we are! with the most random download you'll come across on my blog!

idk why this was the first cc project i picked up when my arm got better but it is what it is

the actual coconut bra was requested by @oceansmotion, and then @shibarulata suggested that the skirt would pair well with it too. and it really does, imho! 🥰

these are the ep07 coconut bra and ep07 skirt grass that came with ts4 island living, converted to the sims 2! they are separates, so you can mix & match them with other outfits 🎊 they're not particularly versatile obviously, but i did have a lot of fun making them and i can see a lot of potential for their use!

credits go to ea/maxis for the original ts4 meshes & textures, and to @skittlessims for teaching me how to convert clothing and fix the bugs that i encountered while doing so!

note: if you downloaded these on the simscord previously (est. 04.02.2023) please delete the meshes for the coconut bra and replace them with the new ones! the originals are fine, but they won't fit well with the new skirt!

keep reading for more info, rambles, and preview pics!

important info

4t2 EP07 Coconut Bra

- yu-au only - 2306 polys - categorised as everyday, formal, swimwear, sleepwear, and underwear - comes in 9 swatches - has all morphs - it's a coconut bra for men. it likely won't quite 'fit' as well on male frames. idk the only alternative was to flatten it and that. wouldn't make it a bra.

4t2 EP07 Skirt Grass

- yu-au only - 2363 polys - categorised as everyday, formal, swimwear, sleepwear, and underwear - comes in 12 swatches - has all morphs - paired with a recolor of 4t2 ep07 sandals tie. converted by me 👡 - might have some clipping while walking?

huh... that was a long one! i hope y'all enjoy this incredibly high-effort shitpost and find some use for these items 💝 if there are any issues, don't be afraid to contact me! my askbox is always open! (anon off)

to celebrate the end of my mid-year exams. have a guinea pig--

o-oh wait there's 4 of them sorry. at least i finally paid my taxes 🍀🐗

have a lovely day simming, enjoy the random guinea pig tax, and as always, keep in mind,

cheers ~ 🥂

#sims 2 download #s2cc #sims 2 #4t2 #4t2 cas #4t2 conversion #4t2 clothes #sims 2 requests

[vulture-writes-stuff]

i love to imagine balls or formal dances at the pokémon scarlet and violet academies - like the purple/orange themes and the pokémon aaaaa

can i pretty please get an arven x reader (gn! - but preferably wearing a floor length dress?) either hcs or a fic of him being your date to the dance? maybe a bit of nsfw/suggestive content in between or after the dance?? i ADORE all your arven work btw <3

Oh man I've been low-key thinking about a prom thing for the academy... Mainly because I came across my prom pics and I remembered how slick I looked in that suit and how amazing my GF looked. She bought ME flowers can you believe it it was so amazing

Sorry this took ages I'm a very lazy man. Also, in an effort to keep this as gender neutral as possible, I didn't explicitly describe the reader's outfit. I left it up to your imagination though!!!

As a small apology for not putting the reader in a gown, I drew the friend group in their outfits for this. Can find that right here on my main blog!

Arven X GN Reader

The academy hosts a yearly ball, and champions have to participate. Unfortunately for Arven, his partner is a Champion, and forced him to come. He's not one for big social gatherings, but at least they're there to make it easier...

Reader is the SV protagonist, and is 18+. Same with Arven. Reader's appearance is left vague, and they have a Skeledirge. Reader is mentioned to be wearing something in their favorite color, and also mentions feeling overdressed at one point. Their clothing is not described other than that. Arven's outfit is explicitly described though.

Author's note: An interaction between Arven and the Champ gets a little spicy, but there's nothing explicit. Just wandering hands and making out. Not a smut, but just be aware of that!! Also background Penny/Nemona because I love them.

🚨⚠️ CONTAINS MAJOR SV SPOILERS!!! ⚠️🚨

Arven had never been a fan of big gatherings. Too many people clumped together in one place, too much noise and clamor. It always overloaded his brain.

Today, though, he was putting that distaste aside for ____. The Academy was hosting a formal ball of sorts for it's students, and attendance was mandatory for the two Champion representatives. ____ was less than thrilled about this news, and had basically begged Arven to come with them.

What kind of boyfriend would he have been if he declined?

Arven was currently standing in front of the mirror in his dorm, anxiously fixing his lilac blazer. He owned a grand total of one formal outfit, and he worried over whether or not it suited him. He'd tied his hair up at ____'s request, though he was concerned the hairtie he'd used would snap.

"What do you think, Mabosstiff? Is this- nice enough? Fancy enough?" He asked his buddy without really thinking, looking at the Pokemon through the mirror. Mabosstiff lifted his head, tail thumping against the floor.

"Wuff!" He barked helpfully, standing up to trundle up to Arven. The trainer gave him a worried pat on the head, sighing mournfully.

"Thanks, bud... I am in way over my head." Arven huffed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He perked up when he heard a knock at the door, adjusting his jacket one more time before hustling to open it.

____ looked about as anxious as he was, continually fixing their hair even if it already looked nice.

"Oh- H-Hey." They cleared their throat, rubbing the back of their neck. "You look good with your hair up like that. Not that you don't always look good, but... It's nice to see both of your eyes."

"Thanks!" Arven mindlessly tried to hook his thumbs in pockets that weren't there. ____ was wearing an outfit that suited them perfectly, in a color he knew was their favorite - they looked absolutely stunning. He probably could've just stood there and stared for the rest of the night. "You- you look incredible. I mean that, by the way."

"Oh, you. I feel so overdressed, it's ridiculous..." ____'s tension seemed to die as they laughed, walking forward to wrap him in a tight hug he happily returned. "...I'm really nervous. I have to give a whole speech, and I am not looking forward to it."

"You'll do amazing, I know you will." He reassured them, pressing a feather-light kiss to their forehead. "You always do amazing."

____ sighed, lingering on the spot for a few moments longer before they released Arven. Their arm was still looped in his, though, keeping him close to them.

"Alright, I'm ready as I'll ever be. Let's go find Penny and Nemona." They sighed. Arven gave them a final reassuring squeeze before they went off together.

The Academy's halls were oddly empty, considering how many students it had - it seemed most had already flocked down to where the event was taking place. There were a few stragglers here and there, mostly students waiting to meet up with their friends.

"Nemona said she's in the plaza already... Damn, that probably means we have to do our big speeches soon." ____ huffed, nervously scrolling through their texts. "Oh, man... You know how I said I was ready earlier? I'm not. I'm definitely not. What if I stutter and screw up, or I lose my train of thought? This is in front of *everyone*!"

"Hey, hey, you'll be alright. You can handle anything - you saved the entire region from an ecological disaster. You ride around on the back of a legendary pokemon, and you caught pokemon that are complete enigmas AND made them your friends!" Arven paused to grab their face, squishing their cheeks in his palms. "One speech won't hurt you. It doesn't matter if you stutter or lose your train of thought, or forget what you wanted to say entirely. You are absolutely incredible."

The two trainers were silent for a long moment, before ____ sniffled. Arven panicked.

"Oh, I didn't mean to make you cry- please don't cry, I'm sorry!!" He wrapped them up in a hug, one they reciprocated shakily.

"You're too good to me!" ____ exclaimed dramatically, burying their face in his chest. "Ohhh, I don't mean to get so emotional!"

"Deep breaths, just settle... In and out." Arven ran a hand down their back in an attempt to soothe them. They went quiet after a minute or so, wiping away at their eyes.

"Okay, I'm okay. I'm alright." ____ seemed to be assuring themselves more than Arven, which he thought was a smart choice. He continued to hold them even after they made to pull away, keeping an arm around their shoulders. "I've got this. All I've gotta do is- is talk about how the Academy helped me."

"You can do it. If not for me, do it for Mabosstiff." Arven joked lightly, and ____ laughed along.

"Right. Do it for Mabosstiff... And Skeledirge." They nodded wisely, and he hummed in agreement. The couple finally made their way down to the plaza - the faculty had set up a rudimentary stage, evidently for the sole purpose of speeches. The rest of the school plaza was decorated with lights, which made the whole place look lovely. Students milled about with their Pokemon, and staff chatted amiably with eachother.

Arven spotted Penny near the foot of the stairs - she was more dressed up than he'd ever seen her before, wearing a pastel dress and a fluffy coat. It almost reminded him of her eeveelutions... She was probably inspired by them. Penny was standing next to Nemona, chatting with Giacomo, Mela, and Ortega. Nemona had her arm slung casually around Penny's shoulder, and Arven could see from here that Penny was redder than a fresh tomato.

"Hey! ____, Arven!" Nemona spotted them first, lighting up as she waved. The former leaders of Team Star parted ways with a quiet 'Hasta la vistar! ☆', and the four remaining students met in the middle. "You both look great! Oh, ____, are you ready for-"

"The speeches we have to give." ____ groaned, prompting Nemona to scuff their shoulder playfully.

"You'll be fiiiine! It isn't the end of the world!" Nemona beamed, making Penny chortle.

"I dunno, talking in front of a lot of people is kind of the worst thing EVER." Penny gave ____ a sympathetic little shrug. "Talking in front of a few people sucks almost as bad, though."

"You get it." ____ sighed, slumping against Arven. "You both look great, by the way."

"Beat me to it." Nemona joked. Arven finally took the time to see what she was wearing - a deep maroon suit, much like his, with a bright red bowtie and a simple white dress shirt. She seemed to forgo wearing the jacket, wearing it like a cape over her shoulders... It reminded him vaguely of the Galarian champion, what was his name? Penny probably knew. "I helped Penny pick out her stuff - she didn't have anything to wear!"

"I wasn't planning on coming til you invited me." Penny huffed, though she didn't look upset. Before anybody else could talk, both ____ and Nemona's phones pinged.

"Ope - it's time! Come on, let's get it over with so we can have our Academy Double Date! Even if I'd prefer it be a Double BATTLE...." Nemona's voice trailed off as she grabbed ____ by the wrist and dragged them off. Arven gave their hand a final squeeze before they followed along, a final 'good luck.'

"Alright, Pipsqueak, let's find somewhere to watch." Arven adjusted his coat again, though it really didn't need adjusting. He made his way towards the gathering crowd, but Penny stopped him.

"Somewhere I can actually see from, ideally, you Big Lunk." Penny scolded, jabbing a finger over her shoulder towards the makeshift stage. There was an area off to the side that was less populated, and wouldn't require Penny needing to crane her neck to see what was happening.

The pair weaved through the crowds, finally finding a good spot to watch. It was close enough for them to actually hear, but far enough to not get surrounded by other students.

____ and Nemona were up on stage, quietly chatting to Director Clavell. Nemona seemed eager to do her speech, but Arven guessed based on ____'s expression that they were up first. Indeed, they stepped up to the microphone, briefly checking if it was actually on.

The crowd began to quiet as ____ cleared their throat, and soon enough all eyes were on them.

"... It's been almost a year now since I moved to Paldea. Next week, actually, marks a full 365 days." ____ started. "When I first came here from Unova, I admittedly had... Low expectations. For myself, more than anything. I was just some kid from Nuvema Town, I'd never picked up a PokeBall before."

They spotted Arven in the crowd, and he gave them a quiet thumbs up.

"But- y'know, being at the Academy has really changed everything. It's not every day the director himself comes knocking on your door to give you a Pokemon." ____ glanced at Clavell, who adjusted his glasses with a smile. "And it's also not every day you happen to meet your three best friends in the entire world on the same day, within a few hours of eachother. I know a lot of people think the same thing about themselves - oh, I'm just a nobody, I can't do what they do. But I want to tell you all, as someone who WAS a nobody... Success isn't out of reach. With support from your peers, you can climb to any height you can imagine... And I, as one of this school's two champions, am going to be your leverage. We can lift eachother up to be our best, and make something that we can be proud of."

Even if their speech was short and sweet, it got their desired message across - the crowd of students clapped politely as they hopped off the stage, dodging through people with surprising mastery. Arven only realized they were coming right to him when they gestured for him to follow.

"I'll be right back," Arven said, and Penny only vaguely hummed in response. She had her chin propped on her upturned palm, watching Nemona with a dreamy look in her eyes. He excused himself quickly right as Nemona began to talk, of course mentioning her love of battling.

Arven followed ____ up the stairs and into the school, where they rounded a corner into a hall. He lost track of them for a moment, before they grabbed his wrist and yanked him into an empty classroom.

"Why are you-" Arven is silenced when their lips meet his, and they push him back until he's sitting on one of the desks. He flings an arm back to hold himself upright as they casually clamber into his lap, disregarding the fact that they might screw up their nice outfit.

____ holds onto his blazer like a lifeline, and Arven takes a moment to figure out how to keep them both from falling over before he leans into them. They were so tense, it was rather surprising.

He runs his hand down the back of their neck, tracing his fingers down their spine - they shudder when he caresses the dip of their back, making a soft noise that he could barely hear.

"Arven..." They gasp as they pull apart for a moment, before eagerly diving back in for more. He happily reciprocates, finally comfortable enough to set both hands on their hips. Arven runs his palms down their thighs as they slide their fingers underneath his blazer, too impatient to try with the buttons. How long has it been? Arven can't think straight, trailing his hands up their thighs towards-

And then his phone rings. It's Nemona. Of course it is. ____ groans, flopping against him. Obviously this means they have to go back to the actual ball.

"Chin up, it'll be alright. Your big speech is over, I guess it's time we went and had fun." Arven can't help but feel a little disappointed. He did enjoy their time alone.

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Reasonable." ____ hopped up, fixing their outfit. "Come on, let's not leave Nemona waiting."

Short because I've been really busy lately, plus just not really felt like writing

Shits been rough. Hope you understand

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[marsgod]

can i request a scenario similar to the scene in the movie where ursula takes ariel’s voice but it’s azul and reader?

how would their lover(leona, ruggie, jamil, cater) react to it? especially if they traded their voice for their own good 🫢

maybe their under a contract of has a life-threatening injury that azul has the power to heal because the staff are taking too long

omg…👀

⇢ Leona, Ruggie, Jamil, Cater x Mute! Gn! Reader

⇢Warnings; romantic relationships, gn! reader, azul is a capitalist<//3, fluff,

Leona Kingscholar

Whoooo, Leona is pissed, pissed, and even more pissed. Leona hasn’t exactly interacted with Azul much, they stayed a fair distance away and just never really tried to make talk farther than a nod and maybe a “how’re you?” just to be polite, if Leona finds out that you “gave away” your voice, he was so close to just hitting you upside the head because what the actual fuck could’ve been so important as to give away your voice.

If he finds out you gave it away for his sake, to Azul? Omg you are fucked royally by him showing his semi-gratitude, him telling you your a dumbass, and cuddling, and you cannot deny it, because you can not talk<3 Seriously though, Leona will go to Azul and it’s on sight until 1. Azul gives you your voice back, 2. Gives you a better/more fair deal cus c’mon, that deal was bs, 3. Just gives you your damn voice back already.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie isn’t having it, he doesn’t even need to hear what you traded your voice for (though, he’d love to heart it) before marching up to Azul and giving him exactly 1 warning, telling Azul that if he doesn’t reverse the contract then he’s going to go through hell for however long it takes.

Ruggie is on Azul with no restrictions, he’d absolutely use his unique magic to terrorize him indefinitely and Azul can’t do SHIT because the contract with you prevented anything danger from happening. Azul can def try to defend himself, but Ruggie is usually gone, or staring with a smug grin.

Jamil Viper

As soon as he hears what had happen, “listening” intently to whatever excuse you have for trading your voice. He doesn’t have to hear the rest as soon as he reads “Azul” and “contract”, Jamil scoffs at you before he’s dragging you to Octavinelle by the hand and going straight to Azul directly.

Listen, Jamil isn’t fond of Azul in the first place, so this isn’t really exactly helping Azul in this department. He won’t fistfight Azul, but he’ll definitely have a dignified conversation that’s definitely not filled to the brim with thinly hidden threats..

Cater Diamond

Cater, who hasn’t interacted much with Octavinelle much besides the usual formality greeting and asking Jade for help with exactly one pic of a plant for his socials, he hasn’t exactly been buddy buddy with Azul. Not friends but it’s not like they hated each other… Until Azul pulled that “Stealing your voice” crap, you! The voice that literally sounds like the seven themselves crafted and edited your voice’s pitch to perfection.

Yeah, safe to say, Cater isn’t happy and would definitely ask politely (passive aggressively), but will then get a buncha different people (his alternative acc’s) to harass Azul’s accounts, specifically if it’s his official account.

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[deepspacedukat]

Director's Commentary Request!

*ahem*....as per the thread I just reblogged from you, I formally request you do a Director's Commentary of your fic, Patience.

No clue either how to even approach doing anything like this BUT if anyone can do it, it's you :)

If you don't feel like doing Patience, then whatever you choose I am here for! It's just that damned line keeps haunting me over and over and over again and making me less normal by the hour. Either way -your pic! Hugs!

Ooooh, I'll totally do this for "Patience" even though I have literally no idea what I'm doing. 😂 (An attempt at) Director's Commentary under the readmore! Enjoy, friend!

*ahem*

So, this fic initially started out as an entirely different beast. I was going to have Vreenak and his secretary be in an established relationship. The plan was for them to take advantage of a stuck turbolift and use that as an opportunity to mess around, or more accurately, as an opportunity for Vreenak to tease his girl.

But then I had a thought: what if Vreenak was having a bad day and he finally just lost his patience? And that's how this fic mutated. Originally, it was just like 600 words - a glance into the tension snap and the interruption. However, I have a tendency to think things through a little too far, so eventually I reached a point where I had this whole backstory for how their tension built and why their day was so awful.

Vreenak is a character who is so ripe for the enemies-to-lovers trope that I literally can't resist. So they disliked each other at the start, but reluctantly they acknowledged that neither of them was so bad, after all. And they were both pissed off about being attracted to each other, so they denied it and denied it...until this insane day finally made them snap.

I wanted to give a small, situational example of their mutual irritation, so foot-tapping seemed like a good way to illustrate that. We all have small little habits that could potentially seem annoying to others, so (even though I firmly believe that Vreenak didn't really mind it) I wanted him to give him something just irritating enough to poke through the last of his restraint and make him irritable enough to pick a fight.

The description of their actual day was honestly just the first thing I could come up with, but I figured Klingons and Romulans get along so terribly that a drunken Klingon would be a good place to start. The Andorian was pure self-indulgence, but now that I have the thought in my head, I'm tempted to write a prequel detailing how their day actually went.

When the reader finally snaps at her Senator boss, I wanted to make it abundantly clear that she had a reason to be angry. She's clearly a competent worker who does her job well, but she's also in denial about being in love with this absolute grump of a Romulan. That's why she protests, even when they're messing around, that she hates him. (He knows she doesn't. He's been in the Tal Shiar for so long that he could spot her lies even if he was blindfolded and half a system away.) Hence the laughter when he calls her out on her bullshit.

Super calm about the way the tension finally snapped. He had wanted to get a reaction from her all damn day, and finally she was fighting back. In my mind, Vreenak enjoys it when he has to show off to his mate that he can definitely be dominant and in charge when he needs to be, so ordering her to "shut up" and taking control of the situation like that was the absolute best case scenario of how that could have gone for him. He enjoys the moments when she's a tease, but he likes teasing her back and winning even moreso.

As for The Line™ that was honestly a last-minute addition. Leaving it at the two of them exiting the turbolift didn't quite feel like it gave the closure that I wanted it to. Writing a more complete ending seemed like the way to go, and The Line was just something that I felt like Vreenak would say to a person he'd been in love with for a long time. He definitely has the power and the influence to protect anyone he wished, so why not make that abundantly clear? And I didn't realize just how fucking romantic that line sounded until I was editing lol.

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[the-firebird69]

Going to start to work here I do it here what he's saying the updates are every few minutes these people are forcing it we need to stop them they're juvenile idiots they worked a little on the deal and they can't handle it all we need them out

Thor Freya

This is the i7 and we are going to build it and we're going to issue it and sell it and we are frustrated just like Thor and Freya yeah they keep on having them else similar stuff it's frustrating everybody and they're not seeing the lies held back a bunch of stuff and blabbed other stuff that led to it I mean they're just really imps and they're cheesy. But this car is not it's very nice it's going on full size sedans all sorts of chassis it's a great idea and it's his idea and he started off with it and we left it for a while then we made it expensive and now we're going to make it cheap and work and he's got a great idea he says New York or California the chaps and Japs actually our Jewish American princesses and we're going to sit down with them and talk to them without the fake one and it's a Kardashians and they want to talk about it already and what he says is you can have a perfume and jewelry kind of associated with it so they love it they say how do you do that it's a different interiors or even paint schemes and Hera says it and rims and so forth and embossing you can have like a Kardashian version nothing it's all your stuff but heck you get there's a lot of funds that come from this and so they want to do it and we're going to get it ready and see if they want to go forwards they take a trip to Utah I guess and not really sure what this is about one of them is his mom partly and she's mad at him and saying that we're not your whipping people and stuff and it's business and business is tough and if you get $200,000 out of a 30 million dollar business as your share you have 200,000 more than everybody else on the planet she looks up and says I can't help it I said I know I just told you that. She says what about him is he's sitting there inspiring it still always kicking his own ass same with the other one and we can't have it we can't go on with them doing that but someone has to have something so she's appreciative and it's not one of our cars they're in but it looks like it so people are examining it and we want to see if they have factories and they do and they're just sitting there and they're Auto factories it's a great idea and a great pic and Biden has an ownership of some too out there in Cali we're going to go together with them in a meeting shortly and requested do not invite the idiot and it won't but we're going to formally request it

Frank Castle Hardcastle

What an idea and it's to talk to them and to include them and to add things because it's their type of image and they're not extremely wealthy by comparison to Max and other foreigners or less and they love it just are famous and they can use it and they get edgy and they sound like Ken and he would probably be invited for different vehicles these these would be like Mercedes and beamers and Audis and we probably have a knock off of Cadillac 10 kids have his character Ken could have his character. So we're going to head with this it's a great idea it says he has some different factories too he defunct ones and victory too and we'd like to start that up again and we're moving out and we're going to get this done and we really have to it's necessary and Trump will try and spy and figure out how to do it that's fine

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

I have to say that that's very rewarding that feeling and I know it's a lot of work and you're trying tons of stuff it may not work but I appreciate the idea and effort and I will see tomorrow how it goes and you're saying the contact in the agent of mine I see so it won't be intrusive and formal and we'll try and get a deal going I'd like them to be my factories and we do have a way of doing that and there's a few ways but only talk to them about it and they're saying that's the wife thing to do and they're open to all sorts of things they just don't want to do everything with just them now it's starting to see some it's got ridiculous so if you're like in a fleet unlike the Warhammer video we're probably on board with you and she says that stupid but okay so I'm going to get on board with this idea and we're going to have to stop associating with these crazy mac people good God it won't leave me alone there's such idiots. What did I do it's a wonderful idea the same size almost BMW I'm sorry to see something it's kind of funny cuz people do that and he says you put red and white instead of blue and white I'm actually laughing cuz that's his style and I know who he is is my son finally he's going to try and help and he's got a whole bunch of chassis and there are tons of in California this is a great idea I have certain models I like too the i5 the i7 like this one and the I-9 it's just huge it's wonderful so he says he didn't try and find it and put it up but he's tired so he wants to put up the interior he's probably won't make it but we will put these out and the interior will look the same they're wonderful cars we drive them all the time and they're safer to handle better and they'll have a little bit better no but the tires and rims will sometimes be the same but sometimes you change them out and those are inexpensive but work I'm looking forward to this this is a great idea and I'm going to try and make it work so he says he's going to have his lawyer contact my lawyer that stupid too and dad didn't leave you much it's like $200,000 and you're saying to me that's food for 10 years so I will get consumed with hatred of My own by myself I do now get what you're saying you can cruise around and did your whole life using $3 like we're seeing but the problem is if you get 200,000 for me Max will put money in the bank and you can't do it not yet and I do understand something foreigners will start and we will and then you'll be able to and that's perfect

Camilla I traced your brother and sister-in-law my son and daughter-in-law same people to Egypt and then they disappeared and I think you're right I think the Giants took him in there part of our race and they're having problems with him what you think is they're having problems with Dave and it's going to go on for a while and we also say we can't really have that cuz he was kind of mean to us very mean and it was collecting eggs I have to tell you that was upsetting and what you say is Bambi the only movie I cried in for the most part when I was young and more stolen and he said that he was stalling or solid and he was crying in the movie and Bambi is real and it's him who got hurt him in trouble it's a boy dear and now I'm starting to feel a little sad too he was very sad but it's these are about deer but they're still saying it's me and stupid s*** like that and I didn't see it happen nor did the other me what a sad story he has he's laughing cuz I have tied to it and I have no choice that's terrific and he's going to find Dad it's probably in New Hampshire somewhere no I do know his technique and I get it and we have a little bit of time but he's doing the same thing with each one and we looking for the pyramidian

[baldwinpappas2]

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(Request for Morphmasteroutkast. He had a detailed idea for rushing Gamma and I really enjoyed writing this. Send me pics, chat me, the more detailed the idea the more fun I can have with it and I don't mind doing these longer things for people. As long as your patient with me.)

Jonathan was excited and disappointed simultaneously. He was excited because of all the schools he applied to, his dream school had accepted him. What he wasn't happy about was that room and board would not be covered by his scholarship and he lived a few states away. His family couldn't afford the fees and in order to go there he would have to live there. He was determined to go, however, and started researching alternatives. He did see an advert on the schools housing site that one of the frats, Gamma Tau, was willing to provide free housing to a student willing to work for them. Reading further showed that the job was for pool boy. The job was to clean the frat’s semi indoor semi outdoor pool. Swimming was the only requirement. Jonathan wasn't sure if cleaning a pool was how he wanted to use his spare time. And then there was the other caveat, the free housing would be provided in the Gamma Tau house, and not the typical freshman housing, McCallister Hall. Joining the frat wasn't required but still, living with a bunch of rowdy college jocks wasn't Jonathan's ideal living situation. But, it was that or he couldn't attend his dream college so he decided to bite the bullet and applied for the job. It was only a few days later that he recieved a email from the Frat's president.

"Mr. Jonathan Manning,

We are pleased to find someone interested in the position. Please be aware that this is a commitment to work for and live with Gamma Tau for your career at the University. You are free to pledge as well but you don't have to. Housing will be free of charge in our house too. We look forward to meeting you.

-President Greystone"

It was certainly more formal than he was expecting which gave him some hopes. The next few weeks were spent buying the essentials for his room, declining the other college acceptance letters and registering for his first semester courses. Along with some trips to a community pool to get a bit more in swimming shape. Then the time came for the big move. A car ride from his parents, plane ride, and bus ride later, he was here. At the front gates there was a man waiting there with a sign that said 'Jonathan' like one might at a airport and Jonathan walked over at the guy grinned.

"You Jon?" The guy asked and he nodded. "Great to meet ya bro! I'm Dorian Greystone, Gamma Tau President" he said stretching out his hand.

Like the story? Jonathan didn't say allowed. Looking at the nearly perfect man made Jonathan feel just a little self concious. With his pale skin, freckles, short brown hair and slight chub, he hardly felt like a typical pool boy. And certainly he'd stand out if the frat was full of guys who looked like Dorian, and of course it did. No doubt. There was nothing wrong with Jonathan's appearance but it wasn't quiet the perfect frat jock apparence.

"Its great to finally meet you" Jonathan says instead of bringing up the myth of an eternally beautiful man, accepting the hand shake. Dorian leads him to a red car in the parking lot. "Where are we going?" Jonathan asked.

"To Gamma bro, this front gate is nowhere near fraternity row" Dorian explained. "And you're not going to the Bunks like all the other freshies on that bus" and then when he sees Jonathan's confused look he clarifies "Freshman housing, McCallister Hall, but no one calls it that, we all call it the Bunks" and Jonathan nodded. One of many slang terms and nicknames around campus he'll likely need to get used to as he gets in the car and Dorian brings him to an area of campus filled with several large buildings with greek letters on the front of them.

They pull into a parking lot and walk into the one labeled with the letters Gamma Tau.

Though he had noticed a few others as they drove by. Beta Rho Omicron? Was it by design or coincidence that the letters spelled BRO? Or Omicron Omicron Kappa? OOK? Why not? Sounds perfect from some hairy frat boys. Gamma by comparison had a name that didn't immediately scream some founder 3 generations ago was having a good time with the naming. He was shown to the free room. Twin bed, tv, computer desk, fairly standard stuff and he was pleased it was a single room.

"Better than the Bunks for sure" Dorian laughed and as Jon left his suitcases there Dorian showed him to the pool. A large in the ground pool in its own dedicated green house like extention to the building. The result was the sun heating the room so the pool could be used during the winter months of the school year. Jonathan was staring at it as Dorian tossed his arm over his shoulder.

"You'll be in charge of this place, Dean of the pool" he chuckled. After showing him around the rest of the house Dorian left Jon to his room saying he'd start the next day.

The next day he was woken up by Dorian knocking at his door. "THE WATERS CALLIN BRO!" and then that dumb chuckle again. Huhuhuh. Jonathan groaned getting out of bed and getting changed into a pair of flower swim trucks and flip flops as he opens the door. Dorian wastes no time throwing a towel at him.

"What the fuck bro?" Jonathan said catching the towel. It was purple with some designs on it, looking a lot more like a ornate rug than a pool towel.

"The magic carpet" Dorian said chuckling. "A set of stuff the college produces based on the old story Aladdin" Jonathan looks it over seeing the tag 'NuYu Beachwear' he shrugged as Dorian left him to it. He got a net and started cleaning the pool soon the door opened and Jon turned to look and was blinded by a sudden flash falling into the pool. He quickly swam out to see some guy with a camera chuckiling.

"DAN DON'T FLASH THE NEW BRO!" someone shouted and the guy, whos name was apparently Dan chuckled. huhuh.

"Sup bro, I'm the PR guy, need a pic of our new boy" he grinned and left the pool area. He climbed out and started to dry off with the towel. He didn't notice the tingling sensation and had no way of seeing that as he rubbed the towel over his hair it got a bit longer and messy, darker as well. It was as if the darker dyes of the towel were rubbing off on him as his skin darkened slightly as the freckles seemed to stand out less. After drying off he continued cleaning with the net then checked the chemicals and pH of the pool. After all that was done he went swimming. He always enjoyed swimming but this time was seemed to have more stamina and speed than usual swimming for longer than he anticipated, getting out in time to see the sun setting.

This continued for the next few days until classes started with Jon unintentionally spending the whole day at the pool. In time for classes to start Dorian popped by to give Jon a Gamma Tau hat and shirt, he hadn't planned to wear the shirt but did put the hat on as he went to class. He didn't notice the tingling in his head as we put it on. Classes were boring and he felt himself thinking back to the pool the whole time. His days were a mix of going to class, the commissary to eat, the pool and working out in his room. He oddly had all this energy suddenly that even swimming and cleaning for hours a day didn't seem to burn up. His eating habits had also changed, he was craving more meat and protein in his meals and it wasn't long until Dan had hooked him up with some 'brotien' as he called it. Dorian made a point of regularly checking in on him and every few days Dan would, not so subtly, take a pic of him working. He insisted it was for Gamma's website but Jon didn't see what the big deal was of getting a new pool worker. He hardly noticed his skin tanning every so slightly each time he used the towel, afterall it couldn't be anything more than exposure to the sun through the glass right? The fact that his irish genes didn't normally allow for a tan didn't occur to him.

It was a lot easier to explain away the changes. Of course he's spending time in the pool, gotta earn his keep right? Of course he's eating better and working out more, he needs to be in shape for his job. Of course he's losing interest in his classes, most of them are gen ed courses everyone has to take not anything in his major, those are the only classes that really matter right? Damn bro how do you even spell rite? As for the Gamma hats and shirts that were slowly taking over his wardrobe? Well duh, gotta show some pride in Gamma, he works there and lives there after all. Though he has been confused for a actual member more than once and he's quick to correct people.

"Nah I'm not a Gamma bro, just their new pool Dean" he chuckled using the term Dorian did on that first day. The response was usually something along the lines of "damn really? That last fucker finally graduated?" Or "you might as well pledge, you already look the part" Ridiculous. So what his skin was tanned, yes his stomach had flattened, yeah he was going shirtless more and more outside of class, yes he started wearing his Gamma hats backwards. But no way he looked the part of frat bro. It did reach a point where his floral trunks no longer fit but Dorian was so kind as to give him a grey pair with the words 'PROPERTY OF GAMMA' written across the ass. It wasn't until he got a look at Dan's latest photo that he really noticed the differences for the first time. Sure he saw some changes in the mirror but whenever he was questioning it he'd have to go somewhere and would slap on his cap and not think about it anymore. But comparing his day 1 photo to his day 15 photo....they might as well have been pics of 2 different people.

He had to check in a mirror and yes, he looked like the guy in the photo. His flattening stomach had done more than flatten. It had hardened into abs. His pecs had grown larger. His new swim shorts did nothing to hide his growing buldge. Biceps, triceps, ass, legs, they all looked bigger but lean like a swimmers build. His hair was definitely a darker brown than before too. Permanently sweaty and messy from his hats. And that facial expression. Why on earth would he pose like that for a photo? At the time it felt so natural but he looked like a total dumbass. Maybe Dan's excited bro energy rubbing off on him? He flexed looking at himself in the mirror. He did look hot though. His freckles hidden almost completely by the tanned skin. His hair darker, eyes just a bit lighter. His very genetics seemed to have been shifting, in some ways shifted a bit more towards his Irish heritage but with a mix of broish traits like being able to tan. Confused he storms off to confront the president.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOIN TO ME BRO?!" Jon shouted in a voice far more deep and aggressive than he meant.

"Whatchu mean bro?" Dorian asked holding his hands up as if to say, I'm innocent.

"I'm not your bro, bro" Damn it he can't stop using the word even. Dorian sighed.

"Look, there's a reason we said no experience needed, cause we were just going to adjust whoever signed up as needed anyway" he stood up then.

"Well I didn't ask to be changed bro! Im doing bad in my classes I-"

"What fucking gen ed? Who cares, C gets the degree right Dean?" Dorian interupted.

"I'm working out more and...fuck" he said realizing his B.O. smell. "I haven't even been showering either"

"Whats so bad bout eating right? Working out? Swimming?" Dorian said. "Dean, come on its nothing bad happening to you, its all good stuff" there was something about the name that made Dean....Jon dizzy.

"My names not Dean though" he insisted.

"No? You aren't Dean the swim Machine?" Dorian chuckled. "I mean you can go to NuYu and get stuff reset if you really want but, that would void the contract between you and Gamma which would mean termination from the position. And would mean you'd have to move into the Bunks and pay the housing fees" damn it he was right. Dorian was right...yeah bro the prez is always rite! Huhuh. No fuck he has to keep his thinking straight. "I guess I can tell you Dan's photos have been more of a progress report than anything thats gonna be published" Dorian shrugged. "Almost done too, shame your having this freak out" Dorian said. "Its nothing malicious I swear, just helping you chill out, stressing over straight A's and leaving no room for fun? Gaining the freshman 15? Its no way to spend college bro" Dean felt himself nodding. Agreeing with Dorian. Because wasn't that so much easier? Just listening to what the Prez says to do? He grunted as his spine creeped upwards in height until he was 6 feet tall. His feet cramped as they grew larger along with his hands and. Fuck bro his cock was getting bigger too. He smirked as his thighs got bigger, making his shorts tighter.

"Let’s get you something more comfy bro" Dorian grinned helping him out of his shorts. Dean didn't care that he was naked in front of Dorian. They were bros. Ain't nothing they haven't seen before. Dorien gets him into a utilikilt and a black t shirt that hugs his muscles. Dean scratches his face as facial hair grows in.

"The pool all ready for the party tonight?" Dan shouted storming in. "Aw sweet he's done?" He asked snapping a pic as Dean laughed. "Hell yeah bro! Triple D will be running the party tonight!" Dean chuckled. Huhuh as Dan gave him a dumb look.

"Triple D?"

"Yeah bro, Dorian, Dan, and Dean bro huhuh" Dean explained and Dan laughed.

"Oh shit yeah, lets fuckin go!" He shouted. Needless to say the new Dean, Dean of the pool, Dean the swim Machine, member of triple D, Gamma bro, and any number of other nicknames and self appointed titles, had a great 4 years ahead of him. Or 5, maybe 6, who cares. He pledged Gamma Tau right there at the pool party he helped plan. College was gonna be sweet!

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Hi, love you Ryujin fic! Would a part 2 be posible? Maybe, reader has to deal with the rumors, and their companys scedule them on date. Feel free to change it around!

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I'm so glad someone requested this, I really enjoy righting some good angst, but with fluff. Left the possibility for a part 3 open here, tell me if you'd like something like that.

Fake Dates

Ryujin x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Fighting, Yelling, Doubts, Accusations of Lying and Cheating, Swearing

Word Count: 1.87k

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Two bodies lay still, wrapped up in a tangle of limbs. Y/n’s face pressed into the crook of Ryujin’s neck, soft snores falling from her lips. The older girl smiled at the feeling, happiest she’d been in a long time. Mornings when she woke up beside her now girlfriend were the best, especially when she woke before the latter.

Admiring Y/n’s beauty, Ryujin reached her hand out, softly tracing the younger features. A faint smile gracing her lips when the girl in her arms started to stir. When Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, she went to speak, being cut off by a big yawn. The rapper chuckled at that, brushing stray hair from the sleepy girl's face.

“Good morning,” Y/n whispered, stretching her limbs out, while remaining in her girlfriend's arms. “Good morning,” Ryujin mumbled back, nudging her nose against the younger girl’s. When she leaned even closer, lips almost touching, Y/n jolted back. “Nope, morning breath!” She sprang up from the bed, leaving the older dizzy.

She watched as Y/n left the room without another word, undoubtedly going to brush her teeth. Sighing, Ryujin reluctantly got up, heading straight for the kitchen. “You look like shit,” a voice startled her. She turned to see Chaeryeong eyeing her suspiciously, phone in hand.

Ryujin simply ignored her, opting to get a cold glass of water. “Breakfast is on the table,” Yeji popped her head round the corner, ushering the two towards the dining table. “Where’s Y/n?” The leader looked around the dorm confused. “Right here,” Y/n said, walking out from the hallway.

The rapper had to do a double take at her appearance, fully taking in her girlfriends beauty. “Quit staring,” Jisu snickered from behind her. When everyone was seated, Ryujin leaned into Y/n. “You look nice,” she said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Subtle,” Y/n responded, referring to the fact that they hadn’t told the members about their relationship yet. “I can’t help it,” Ryujin said simply, shrugging. Rolling her eyes, the younger started to dig into her food. Everyone fell into a comfortable silence, that was until it was interrupted by Yuna.

“Y/n’s in trouble,” she said, peeking over Yeji’s shoulder to look at the leader's phone. All heads turned curiously to the maknae, unsure of whether to be worried or laughing. “No you’re not, you just have a meeting today.” Yeji explained, making Y/n lightly glare at Yuna.

“By myself?” Y/n asked, receiving a nod of confirmation from Yeji. Feeling a hand come down to hold her own, squeezing lightly, Y/n turned to her girlfriend. A reassuring smile was on Ryujin’s face, easing all of Y/n’s worries.

~~

Y/n fidgeted uneasily, the last time she was in this meeting room, it didn’t end well. The doors opened, revealing Jungwook, the CEO of JYP Entertainment. This made her shoulders tense, knowing nothing good would come of a meeting with him. So stressed with the situation, Y/n zoned out for most of the formalities.

“So, you’ll be going on a date with Soobin for publicity. Just act normal, our team will snap a few pics, then send them to dispatch.” Jungwook said in such a calm tone, she barely even registered his words. “Why?” Was the only thing that she managed to get out, a deep frown on her head.

“It’s been a while since fans have last seen you two together, they’re starting to grow suspicious. Besides, dispatch is offering us good money,” the audacity he had to say such a thing. “And if I refuse?” Y/n asked, fuming with rage.

“You can’t, Soobin is already waiting for you.” His words made her want to scream, ready to rip up her contract right then and there. She didn’t sign up to do publicity stunts, she was here to follow her dreams. Raking her hands through her hair, Y/n could only nod defeated.

She knew she couldn’t risk her members' careers, as long as it was just one fake date she could put up with it. “Okay, just let me call someone first,” she said, readying herself to leave the room. “Actually we’re gonna need you to hand your phone over to the manager,” Jungwook said plainly.

Y/n turned to the manager, a betrayed look on her face. The manager could only shrug her shoulders in response, wearing a guilty expression. Disgruntled, Y/n tossed her phone on the table, storming out of the room. Ramming straight into an unsuspecting person.

“I’m so sorry,” she bowed her head, looking up to meet Soobin’s concerned face. “Everything alright?” He asked, a hand on her shoulder. As much as she wanted to be mad at him, she couldn’t. It wasn’t his fault, he was in just as deep as her. “Yeah, let's just get this over with,” she sighed, heading towards the cars.

~~

It was late when Y/n arrived back at the dorms, she was exhausted from all of it. Unsurprisingly, the dorms were filled with laughter, even at such a late hour the members never failed to lose their energy. Y/n smiled at the thought, momentarily forgetting about today's awful turn of events.

Turning the corner to the living room, Y/n was met with the sight of chaos. Jisu was tackling the poor maknae, trying to press a spree of kisses to her face. While Yeji filmed, laughing at Yuna’s struggle. Chaeryeong was zoned out on the couch, staring blankly at the cushion in front of her. Curiously, Y/n looked around the room, searching for her lover.

After coming up with nothing, Y/n decided to leave the girls to it, heading to her and Ryujin’s shared room. “Yah, you scared me,” Y/n placed a hand over her heart, looking towards her girlfriend. The rapper sat on her bed, emotionless expression masking her usual dimpled smile.

“Are you alright?” Y/n asked, making her way towards Ryujin. Reaching forward to cup the older girl’s cheeks, she was shocked when the latter jerked her head away from the touch. “You went out with him again,” was all Ryujin said, showing Y/n her phone. Displayed on the screen was a picture of Y/n and Soobin at a coffee shop, bright smiles on their faces.

“You know that’s not real right?” Y/n questioned, looking up to her girlfriend. “Right?” Y/n asked once more, eyebrows pinching together. “I’m not so sure,” was all Ryujin said, placing the phone back down on her bed. The younger reached out once more, trying to hold the elder's hand.

When she was denied, a look of hurt crossed over her face. “You seriously think I went on a real date with him? Ryujin, you’re my girlfriend,” Y/n said. “I don’t know what to think anymore. All I ever hear about nowadays is the two of you, and how happy you are together.” The rapper voiced her concerns.

“What's worse is that I have to hear it from someone else,” Ryujin continued, a pained look in her eyes. “I didn’t want it to end up like this either,” Y/n sighed, tired from all the stress today had brought her. “You didn’t exactly try to stop it either, did you?” The older girl snapped.

“What are you implying?” Y/n raised her voice slightly, angered by the insinuation. “All you ever talk about is how great he is, it seems like you’d rather date him than me,” Ryujin shouted back.

“That’s not true!” Y/n denied, standing up straight now. “You know damn well that I can’t control when the company decides to take me on a field trip of publicity stunts.” The younger said, hands coming up to massage her temple, she could feel a headache coming on.

“Well the least you could do is tell me when they do. I’m sick of finding out from the media!” They were both yelling now, bound to be gathering the attention of the members, and possibly anyone within the building.

“How can I? They take my phone every time!” Y/n defended herself. “Bullshit,” Ryujin scowled. “This conversation is bullshit,” the younger ran her hand through her hair. “Well then maybe we should break up,” Ryujin said, the atmosphere suddenly changing.

“What?” Y/n managed to choke out, tears pooling in her eyes. “You heard me,” Ryujin growled, anger still present. “Is that what you want?” Y/n asked, voice cracking as she did. “I don’t know, I just need to get out of here,” the rapper said, walking out and slamming the door behind her.

Y/n sat down on her bed, looking at the door in a mix of shock and realisation. Everything had happened so fast and now she was left alone and heartbroken. She lay back on her bed, silent tears streaming down her cheeks, it wouldn’t be long before she was choking out heart wrenching sobs. The members were worried, but knew it was best to give you some space, waiting until you calmed down to approach you.

~~

Ryujin didn’t make it far from the dorms before her own words hit her, anger subsiding in mere seconds. “Fuck,” she swore, kicking a nearby trash can. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, there was no easy way to fix this now, it had all gotten out of hand too quickly.

She took her time wandering home, reflecting on everything that had occurred. Ryujin was jealous, she knew it, she let it get the better of her. But she couldn’t help it, she was scared and Y/n was too good to lose. Her racing thoughts came to a stop at her revelation.

She rushed back into the dorms frantically, unaware that it was already the early hours of the morning. Opening the door to her shared room, she peeked inside. Thinking you were asleep, she sighed, entering the room. It was only when she heard a sniffle coming from Y/n’s bed, she turned looking closer.

Y/n were shaking, back turned to her as she continued to cry to herself. It was unusual for her to see her in her own bed, as she normally resided in Ryujin’s. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help herself.

Slipping under the younger's covers, she wrapped a strong arm around her torso, making her jolt in surprise. “Ryujin?” Y/n asked, voice raspy from the hours she’d spent crying. She pulled Y/n flush against her, craving the younger’s warmth after spending far too long without it.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, baby,” she chanted in Y/n’s ear like a prayer. “I forgive you,” the words Y/n spoke, setting something off inside of Ryujin. A sob breaking past her lips, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it. “How can you? I’ve been awful,” she said, not understanding.

“Because, I love you. I love you too much to stay mad over such a silly argument.” Y/n said, sniffling. She was hurt, but still willing to give Ryujin a second chance. No more words were spoken that night, but it was clear that things would be different after it.

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🌼Damiano × reader

part13 of ??? [parts 1-12]

NSFW🔥 kinky rude swearing smuttastic sexytimes

° Damiano David & female reader insert

wordcount:::  1,492

° anon request:  i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader.  [ask & it shall be given- requests are open] [but commissions are priority! there are currently 2 commissions in cue!]

° [ITA] cazzo: fuck 

A sudden musical flourish - a harp and the gentle clashing of chimes, got your attention, ensuring you wouldn't be falling back into deep sleep any time soon. You opened your eyes fully, seeing how much of the morning light was now filling the hotel room. You squirmed around in the crisp sheets, moving towards the heat source alongside you.

"Cazzo, sorry, sorry. I didn't- shit…" Damiano was whispering as the music abruptly halted. "I didn't realise that filter made noise…"

Your boyfriend was holding his phone up as he faced the sun. You moved closer, your voice groggy. "Filter? What are you-... oh, you're doing your Vic impression again, aren't you?"

He laughed, turning to look at you. "Yeah, kinda. I'm getting really good at it."

You hid a yawn behind your hand. "I'm sure you are."

Victoria's comfort in taking, then sharing photos of herself, from first thing in the morning never failed to amaze you. You were self-conscious of messy hair and smeared makeup upon waking up. But your friend was consistent enough to have something that all of you claimed could be trademarked. Damiano was so familiar with the angles that she used that he could copy these, getting a kick out of how close he could match her.

"I just should have stopped before I got carried away with the filters… sorry."

"Hey, I know that I haven't done one in ages, but formally, do you want me to keep going with those daily panty pics? You kinda don't need them anymore, like you can just see what colour they are for yourself, now that we're living together…"

"I actually hadn't thought about that. I guess you're right."

"I can still send them when you're away for work, if you want."

He had rolled over to face you, propping his head up on one hand. "Sure. But maybe the rule should be, anytime you think I might wanna see your underwear- I definitely do, so just send me the snap."

You nodded with a little laugh. "Okay, I will remember that new rule."

"You know, I have completely forgotten what pair you're wearing…"

You scoffed and started to lift the blankets. "So, just look for yourself…"

"Hang on, hang on. Take a picture, give me the snaps I've been missing."

You rolled your eyes, but picked your phone up. You unlocked the screen and opened Snapchat, very aware of him watching you. You switched the camera away from the front-facing option and lifted up the top of the blankets. Looking at the view with the camera, seeing the purple lacy panties you had worn to bed.

Before you could take the photo, the frame was being invaded by his hand. You laughed as he cupped your crotch, over the thin material of your underwear.

"Well now you can hardly even see my panties…"

"Oh, right." He said. "That's my bad, let me fix that for you." He lifted his hand, maneuvering so that he could slide his hand into your panties. "Is that better?"

You looked over to him, seeing the mischievous smile that was beginning to form on his face. "Daddy…"

"What?" He asked, pretending at being oblivious while his fingers determinedly started to stroke along your labia. "Is there something wrong? Why don't you take the photo?"

"Um…" Your thumb hovered over the button as you felt him reaching lower. "You want me to take a photo of you fingering me?"

"I'm touching you with my fingers, yes. But technically, this isn't fingering. If I were to penetrate you, then I believe that could be classed as fingering you."

"Right, it's good to know the specifics of tha-a oh…" Your mouth fell slack, the speed with which he moved his fingertip down to your entrance stunned you. You shivered, your legs twitching. "Fuck."

"Does that feel good?"

Your eyes were fluttering shut as he wet his finger at your cunt, swirling it at this most-sensitive area. "Yes."

"But I'm not even fingering you yet. It would probably be more fun if I did finger you, don't you think?"

"Yes."

You didn't have to pause to give this a second thought. And you were soon loudly moaning, delighted as this proved to be the correct decision.

He pushed a single finger up inside of you, your arousal making it effortless for him to bury his finger into your pussy. Your walls excitedly spasmed and you were squirming even more, all of your body tuned into his minute movements.

You rolled your body into his, whimpering when he curled his finger. “Oh, fuck Daddy.”

His lips met yours, the heat instantly growing as you followed him into a deep kiss, your lips parting. You could feel yourself becoming consumed by him and all of this lust, with his arm wrapping around you to keep your body pressed to him. You pushed your hands up into his hair, grabbing at the brown strands.

You felt a second finger stretching your entrance. As the penetration began here, he coordinated sliding his tongue into your mouth. A perfect combination that filled your body with a giddy rush of what was to come.

All of your moans were delivered directly into his mouth as he started to move his fingers. He pushed deep into you, then pulled back a little, letting your sensitive walls yearn for his strokes during those in-between moments. Then he would reach in, it felt like he was going as deep as possible, your pussy stretching so that you could savour it all.

“You feel so good.” He murmured against your lips. The beginnings of stubble on his face tickled you as he tilted his head, repositioning so that he could whisper into your ear. “I’m gonna make you come…”

A wordless sob came from you as you nodded your head. You couldn’t think of anything to say, not while you were getting overwhelmed by these quickly increasing sensations.

You had started to roll your hips, getting into the rhythm that he was using to get you up to that edge. Each pump of his fingers was completed with a curl, allowing him to press into your g-spot, before he retracted to start all over again.

His lips moved over your throat, firm and precise as his hand remained steady on the small of your back. It was a demonstration of calm control that went against everything you were experiencing at the moment. You were falling victim to the excitement, whimpering as you were unable to stop the quivering of your whole body.

Your movements only got more erratic, your pitiful lack of control only getting worse when his thumb landed on your clit. Your hips jolted and you sought to press yourself into him harder than before, forgetting about the wonderful rhythm he had been guiding you into.

It was like a warning shot from a gun - able to communicate to you that he had you in his sights and he was aiming to ruin you. You didn’t doubt that he could do it, that he could use that single hand to make you come so hard that tears fell from your eyes.

Your panties remaining on posed some restrictions to his movements, but he made use of the limited space that he did have - working you over before you could lament any moves that were left out. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t playing in patterns with your clitoral hood. It was exciting enough to just have the pressure here, it heightened what you were getting from his internal manipulations. You were so very aware of each flex of his fingers between your walls, to the point where you were enticed back into rocking your hips. It wasn’t very well coordinated, instead reflecting your frenzied chase to your climax.

“Are you gonna come, babygirl?” He asked over the sounds of your ragged breaths. “Are you gonna come and ruin these panties?”

Watching the stars bursting behind your eyes, you nodded. “Yes, yes, ye- ah, I’m gonna, God, yes, yes, yes.”

Despite the ferocious clenching of your walls, he found a way to move his fingers faster. There was no time to recover, the relentless stimulation was taking you over. Your cries got louder as you quickly snapped your hips up again-and-again.

“Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it.” He teased. “Ruin these fuckin’ panties, ruin ‘em. Yes.”

“Yes.” You screamed out, overwhelmed with happiness as you felt the orgasm blossoming inside of you, making you complete. “God, yes…”

There were a couple of purposeful thrusts left in you, your body forcefully colliding with his. But then you began to shatter, the orgasm overtaking you and you crumpled like a paper doll. You collapsed against him, writhing as the aftershocks rattled you.

He gasped from the exertion. “Did you get the photo, or should we do all of that over again?”

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Can i request the Brothers with mc who is shy and likes to hide behind them when there scared.

Brothers With A Shy GN!MC (Headcanons)

Lucifer

He wanted to start taking you with him to his meetings with Lord Diavolo. You were important to him, just as Lord Diavolo was, and he liked having the two most important people in his life in the same room. Plus, having you there would help make him feel a little less stressed and way less overwhelmed by the way that Lord Diavolo acted.

Walking to the castle was one thing, his fingers slid between your own and holding your hand tightly. He could have just zapped the two of you to the castle, but he really enjoyed the calm, quiet walks he had with you. When the two of you got to the castle, he didn’t even realize at first that you were slowly inching your way further and further behind his back. Barbatos wasn’t exactly scary, he just gave off this… vibe… it was hard to put your finger on.

Once Lord Diavolo came out though, that’s when he noticed that his arm was now completely bent behind his back, as were you, and you were holding his hand so tightly, if you were any stronger you’d probably cut off the circulation in his fingers.

He held up his finger to Lord Diavolo, silently asking for a second so that he could talk to you in private, pulling you to the side and out of earshot of everyone else in the room. His smile was soft and warm as he listened to you, nodding slowly and thinking of ways that he could make this easier for you.

“If you’d like to go back to the house, I absolutely understand, dear. I wouldn’t mind keeping you on my lap though, if that would make you feel better. Whatever makes you comfortable, I’ll do it for you.”

Mammon

You were unsure whether he was capable of being shy. It would probably be strange for someone like him to feel that way. He was a model, he was in magazines, he had photoshoots lined up for the next year and a half. You never questioned whether he felt that way because he never gave you a reason to. He was outgoing, boisterous, and easily excitable.

His modeling gigs were a big thing for him, something that he wanted you to be a part of as well. Not in front of the camera obviously, well, unless you wanted to be in the pictures with him. The main reason he didn’t want you to be in the magazines with him though is because he didn’t want any other demons looking at you. Not that he’d ever have to worry about that.

He walked into the warehouse with you, the lights were bright and everything was… so much… It was a lot to take in. You didn’t know how he could possibly handle that at all, so much attention, it seemed scary. Showing you around wasn’t bad, but then he started introducing you to people and you couldn’t handle that. You slowly moved to stand behind Mammon, holding onto his shirt and trying to hide your face in his back. He turned around to look at you, kind of confused with the way you were acting. Your voice was low and timid as you explained and his eyes went soft as he started dragging you towards the exit.

“I didn’t know yer that shy, babe. I wouldn’ta pulled ya out here if I did. We’re goin’ back home, I didn’t need those pics anyway. Come on.”

Leviathan

If there was anyone as shy as you were, it was Levi. The guy hated leaving the house and being in public settings as much as you did, but when it came up that he was meeting with a couple of the demons that he played online with and he wanted you to come you almost choked on your water.

Of all the brothers, you never once expected that he’d be the one who wanted you to go out and be around people that you didn’t know at all, like, not even one little bit. You had heard him talk to these people so many times, but you didn’t know one thing about them, and now you were supposed to sit at a restaurant with like, five of them and stay the entire time? You were already slightly panicking just at the thought of it.

You were practically shaking as the both of you walked up to the restaurant, scooching further and further behind Levi until you couldn’t be seen by anyone in front of him, and hopefully by none of his friends either. He took a second to look around the restaurant, spotting his friends who all waved in his direction, and then he looked beside himself only to see that you weren’t there. Mini panic attack, but once he sees you behind him he lets out a sigh of relief, shoving his hands in his pockets while looking back and forth between you and the table full of his online friends.

He didn’t waste a minute, shaking his head to his friends before walking back out of the restaurant with you next to him instead of behind him.

“I didn’t want to be there either. We’ll order Akudonalds… marathon an anime, alright? Just the two of us. We’re never doing something like that again.”

Satan

Interacting with people was such a hassle, and he felt like he lost half of his IQ points whenever he had to even be around any other than you and certain brothers that he can actually tolerate. That’s why when Lucifer told him about some silly formal event at Lord Diavolos castle, he did everything, literally everything to try to get out of it.

Much to both of your disappointments, there was nothing either of you could do to not go. To Satan it sounded lame, and to you, it sounded absolutely awful. Having to get dressed up and be around a bunch of people, a bunch of demons who probably didn’t like you in the first place because you were a human. Nope, it sounded like a nightmare and you’d very much like to take a sick day and just not go.

The both of you walked into the castle, arm in arm. The main foyer was already packed with demons dressed in their finest, and even if they weren’t looking at you, it sure as hell felt like they were. It was hard to move behind Satan's back with the way your arms were connected, but that didn’t stop you from unhooking your arm and moving behind him anyway. You didn’t want to be looked at by anyone but him, and now he was definitely looking at you.

Explaining to him was easy, and while he obviously cared about how you felt right now, it was also a great excuse to get out of there.

“I promise, when we get back to the house, we’ll sit by the fire in the library, and I’ll read to you all the books you want me to. But first…thank you for this wonderful reason to not have to be here. Let’s go.”

Asmodeus

The two of you were polar opposites in the social department, and while most people would think that would be a problem, it was actually really nice. You balanced each other out, and he was always mindful of how you felt in social settings.

Taking walks with him wasn’t something that you could do often considering he was a high profile demon, basically celebrity status. On the very rare occasion that you could walk together down the streets of the Devildom, he and you took full advantage of it. You knew that you didn’t have a lot of time to enjoy it though, there would always be the one fan who would cause a scene, and then a mob of other demons would start running in your direction and he’d quickly have to get you home. It wasn’t all that bad, but it did become irritating and having that many people come at you at once was always a nightmare.

This walk was no different, and as soon as you saw the first demon, heard the first squeal, you shifted yourself to stand behind him, squeezing your eyes shut and waiting for it all to end. You felt his hand reach back to grab your own, comforting you as he dealt with the fans that had circled you.

He turned to you as soon as they were dispersed, smiling sweetly at you as he brushed his thumb across your cheek.

“Perhaps next time we’ll take a stroll through the garden instead. How does that sound, my love? Just the two of us, under the stars… I’ll pick your outfit and everything! We’ll both look beautiful!”

Beelzebub

Being the center of attention wasn’t a big deal to him, it neither made him happy or upset him. His ability to focus on something that was most important to him and completely ignore the world around him was a gift, one that you wished that you could obtain.

His favorite places were either being with you and Belphie, or being at the gym, and he came up with the sweetest idea that instead of having his two favorite things at two different times, why not just bring his favorite people to his favorite place?! To him it was the best idea he’s ever had, but to you it was the craziest thing you’ve ever heard. The gym? With a bunch of other demons? Demons who might look at you? Absolutely not. You were still adjusting to being with Beel in the same room as Belphie when it was movie night… and you knew the guy!

Of course, you loved Beel, so you weren’t going to turn down his offer, especially since he seemed so happy about it. It wouldn’t hurt to test the waters a little bit, try to get used to things. No harm in trying… right? Wrong. As soon as you got in, everyone in the place came up to Beel, asking him about weights and spotting and a bunch of other gym things that you couldn’t even focus on because the only thing you could hear more clearly than their words was your heart pounding in your chest.

He could see you move behind him out of the corner of his eye and he felt bad… he felt really bad. He didn’t even question you until he got you out of the gym and back to the house.

“I’m sorry, honey… I’ll have a rest day, and I’ll spend it here with you. We can have snacks and movies, or we can just… snuggle…? Would you like that?”

Belphegor

This man hated being out in public probably more than you did. Not because he was particularly shy, he just hated people that weren’t you or Beel. It was a logical reason, one that you understood, and you didn’t blame him for it. You’d much rather stay in the attic with him all day than have to actually face anyone.

His brothers had different plans for the both of you, and by his brothers, it was just Mammon who wanted to spend time with his little brother. You were all for staying home while Mams took Belphie out, but he refused to let you stay home. If he had to leave the house, so did you. Neither of you were happy about it, but Mammon seemed so excited, and Belphie found out that he didn’t have to pay for anything, so it might actually be worth it… might. He’s not banking on it.

Apparently there was a fair going through the Devildom and Mammon thought that it would be something that Belphie would like… all the noise and lights and… He actually thought it was something that Belphie would enjoy. It’s the thought that counts though, and Mammon really wanted to spend time with Belphie so you couldn’t hate the guy for trying by good god the place was packed. It was awful, and it was loud, and there were people everywhere. It was a nightmare on steroids, the only thing worse would be having to make a public speech in front of all these people.

You didn’t just hide behind Belphie’s back, you got behind him and wrapped your arms as tightly around him as you possibly could, not wanting to get swept away in the sea of people. What better way than to become a statue in the middle of the walk way? He chuckled softly, patting your hands as he called out to Mammon to tell him he was going home before turning around and walking leaving the fairgrounds.

“Don’t change. Never change… and go with me everywhere my brothers force me to go… okay? I really like having you around.”

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Request:

Y/N is for one year in America and try to learn the language More (she is from Germany ).

Chris saw her at target and realized that she was kind of lost and was loved to help her 👀

Okayyyy Nonnie! How's this for a challenge?

At first I didn't know how I was going to get there from here, but I cruised IG for some German inspiration. As a result, instead of Y/N, reader is named Maëlle. I also struggled with the knowledge that most Germans know more English than Americans know of any other language, but this is all in fun. 😛

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader (Maëlle)

Word Count: Around 2K

Warnings: 18+, RPF, MINORS DNI, CURATE YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE, not proofread, Google Translate for the German, verry limited American knowledge of Germans and German culture, not full on Smut, but smutty thots, thoughts of oral sex, fingering, degradation kink, allusions to Dom! behavior, disregarding of stranger danger, the Red Sox, and an age gap.

Maëlle

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One of your goals when you got settled was to go to Target, Ziel when you arrived in Boston for your graduate exchange year at Boston University.

You understood a great deal of English and could speak many phrases, but you’d hoped your year in America would make you fluent.

You were proud that you were able to get from the BU Student Union to the store. You surprised yourself with the ease that you used your phone to help you translate for what you needed.

Now, you were standing in front of the doors, almost in tears, trying to find where your Uber was to pick you up.

You didn’t pay attention to which way you entered and you needed to find VanNess street. It was about to leave. You suddenly felt helpless, hilflos.

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Chris needed to pick up some sunscreen before the game, he couldn't afford a burn right before filming. Even though he had his Red Sox cap on, he still needed some high grade sunblock.

He hurried through the doors of the Target near Fenway Park, head down, trying not to get recognized.

He passed by some beautiful long bronze legs and followed them up a smoking hot body clothed in a scarlet Boston University t-shirt tied up tight and short blue jean skirt.

Your face was framed by waist length blonde braids and your eyes were the most beautiful he’d ever seen.

Your lips deserved ten minutes all on their own, but he kept it moving, not wanting to seem creepy.

You were gorgeous, although you looked flustered. Chris didn’t slow his roll, because you were probably waiting on someone.

When he came back through, five minutes later, he heard your voice and slowed down. He was surprised, but shouldn’t have been. There were black people all over the world.

Even in Germany.

“Kannst du mir zeigen, wo die Van Ness Street ist? Can you tell me? Where is Van Ness Street?”

Your accent was heavy, but passersby just assumed you were crazy or joking with them and ignored you.

Chris was ashamed. That wasn’t what he wanted Boston to be. Even though he was close to being late for the first pitch, he stopped for you. He summoned some German from filming in Europe.

“Kann ich Ihnen helfen?” It was one thing he knew how to say with perfect inflection.

You perked up and smiled at him. “Ach bist du Deutscher? You’re German?”

You looked into the face of the handsome stranger. His eyes. Verdammt!

Chris melted a little bit. When you smiled, you were even more beautiful. Chris smiled back at you, smitten. He laughed.

“No. Italian.”

You understood, but you were confused. Why was this handsome American saying he was Italian and speaking to you in German? And why was he so familiar?

“Oh, Ich entschuldige mich. Sorry.” You smiled again, and Chris forgot all about the game. He wanted to try to talk to you for hours.

“No worries, he said. “Bitte?”

This handsome man’s German was indeed poor. He’d fooled you. He was a good actor. Something pinged in the back of your mind, but you overlooked it. Somehow, he’d made you feel better.

“Ich habe meinen Uber vermisst. Uber, gone!” You made a motion with your hand. “Kannst du mir zeigen, wo die VanNess Street ist?”

“Ohhhh! VanNess is this way,” he pointed toward the other side of the store, and he started leading you through.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you followed him.

You neared the electronics department and there was a giant movie display with dvds. The man saw it, pulled up, stopped, grabbed your hand and quickly led you back the other way.

You were confused.

“Come to think of it, I’ll give you a ride, my car is back out this way. Druben?”

Chris was not going to ruin his afternoon and a chance to talk to you by getting caught signing autographs in Target. He loved his fans, but he already liked you.

You followed him back out of the sliding doors to the parking lot and a blank Range Rover. You just went along with him, your hand feeling at home in his.

Then the panic set in.

You didn’t know this man from Adam.

Your mother had warned you about getting kidnapped by an American serial killer. This was it. You hated it when she was right.

“Wait!”

You said it perfectly, and the man caught your anxiety.

Chris stopped as he tried to open the door for you. He looked into your worried eyes. Shit, he’d gotten carried away. He looked down to where your hands were still locked.

He couldn’t help but smile at them. You smiled, too. Then he looked at you, blue eyes looking like the sea. You smiled back, somehow knowing that you were safe. You leaned back on the car.

“I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Christopher, what is yours?”

“Maëlle.”

Your smile was brightening his entire life. He was into you.

“That’s beautiful. Das ist schön?”

You smiled wider at his compliment. Then you bit your lip. Chris' knees got weak and he took a step closer to you to regain balance.

You were in each other’s space, Chris looking down at you and you at him. You were both getting warm even though it was a cool September day.

Chris pulled your hand instinctively, and you were even closer, your fingers entwined in his close to his thigh, which you could sense flexing through his jeans.

You were staring at his lips and he was doing the same as the butterflies flew around your stomach.

Were you really considering kissing someone you’d just met in Target? What would your mother think?

That thought made you smirk.

“What are you thinking?”

He was leaning over you, his voice in a lower register now. His breath tickled your ear and made you moan slightly.

Chris wanted to know what was going on in that mind of yours, if you were as crazy as he was feeling this kind of connection so fast.

You understood exactly what he was saying, but you just cocked your head and smiled as if you didn’t. You didn’t want him to think that you were thinking of his hands all over you, in your most intimate places.

Chris took a deep breath, trying to clear his head and regain blood flow to his brain. His cock was hard being this close to you and he had to regain composure.

He wasn’t that reckless kid he used to be, but man he wanted to do some depraved things to you. Like drag his tongue up your…

He had to stop. Chris took a step back.

You watched as his tongue peeled out to lick his bottom perfect pink lip. It was strange, but you felt like you knew him. And you wanted him to know you. Intimately.

And now those perfect lips were moving, but you weren’t paying close enough attention to translate what he was saying.

“Can I give you a lift to campus?”

You cocked your head in that pretty way again. He wondered what it would be like to feel your lips. On his lips. On his tattoos, around his…

Chris cleared his throat and tried to think of the words.

“Kann ich mitnehmen?”

He was so cute. You smiled brighter and nodded, “Yes, Christopher.”

Then you gestured to your bra-less breasts in your thin t-shirt. Chris could tell your nipples were hard. He licked his lips and looked around. This was a development.

Then he got your message. He shook his head, chuckling that his thoughts were in the gutter.

“Ooooooh! Boston University! You’re on campus. Yeah, that’s right near here. I’ll take you.”

“Danke. Thanks you, Christopher.”

Your smile would be the end of him. He had to think of a creative way to get your number.

“Hey! Let’s take a picture!” He had his phone out.

You were confused, but maybe this is what Americans did to get to know each other. Take pictures with strangers.

He took a couple of pics and then opened the door for you.

You brushed past him to get in, and Chris allowed his eyes to take in your form, especially your shapely legs.

You noticed him checking you out, and immediately got goosebumps, your nipples hardening again. Your panties were a little moist.

“Let’s just get you… “

Chris reached across you for the seatbelt with his right hand, face coming near yours as he leaned into the car.

“Buckled in…”

Now you were sure your panties were soaked.

Chris allowed his mind to go places, like your pussy, which he was sure was sweet, wet, hot and…

“….Tight.”

Chris gulped, trying not to drool all over you, although he would love to spit in your mouth and make you swallow as he fucked you raw.

“Danke.”

You whispered behind a breathy moan. You wanted not only to ride in this man’s car. You wanted to ride this man in his car.

Your eyes flickered down to his jeans and that’s when Chris realized that he had a raging hard on. He quickly put his hand in his pocket, trying to play it off, flashed a smile and closed the door quickly.

You giggled at how huge what you thought you saw was. You fanned yourself while you waited for him to get in trying to remember your decorum.

Chris stood outside the back of the car for a minute, trying to catch his breath and think. He had to be at least 15 year older than you, he just met you, and you didn’t speak English. None of this made sense.

He was going to drop you off at campus and try to be at the game for the second inning. And act his age.

Christopher got back in the car, much more formal, and started driving.

He looked over to see your legs open and started to wonder how easy it would be to reach over and under your skirt, pull your panties to the side, if you were wearing any, and…

Chris cleared his throat and focused on the road.

You could tell the air had changed. He was different. You wondered what happened.

You looked at his profile and decided that he was turned off by you being so forward. You decided to straighten up, so you did so, literally and figuratively.

You sat up straight and crossed your legs, like prim and proper young ladies do.

The curve of your spine and the crossing of your legs made Chris irrationally angry. It was like you were closing yourself off to him. Then he remembered.

You didn’t know each other.

You pointed out where to go as you neared your apartment. Chris pulled up in front of your unit and you both started talking.

“Danke, Christopher.”

“Hey, Maëlle…”

You both chuckled. Chris continued.

“Let me send you that photo. What’s your number?” He was fiddling with his phone. Then handed it to you. “Type it in for me.”

You grinned wide and his sly smile answered you. Now you understood. You entered your number and handed it back to him, your fingers sparking as you touched.

You were breathless.

“Well…”

“Christopher…”

You two interrupted each other again.

This time you continued.

“Thank you.”

You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Chris closed his eyes. Your lips felt as soft as he imagined. He wanted to do the whole turn his head trick but he wasn’t 23 anymore. But you sure made him feel like it.

He did turn to look at you as you got out of the car and waved after you closed it. You swung your bag in one hand as you walked toward the building, also swinging your hips, watching him as he drove away.

Chris watched you too, as far as he could in the rearview. When you disappeared from sight, he said, “Fuck it,” did a uturn and peeled rubber back to your apartments. He rolled down the window.

“Maëlle! Maëlle!” You stopped just before you reached your door. Chris grinned at you. “You ever been to an American baseball game before?”

You skipped back down the walk happily, grinning back as you leaned in the open window. You cocked your head in that way.

“No, but I like playing wit the balls.”

Chris groaned. He couldn’t tell if you were talking about sports or something else. But he’d figure it out later. You climbed in the car, winked at him and crossed your legs.

Chris licked his lips as he drove back toward Fenway Park, thinking about how he would teach you about keeping your legs open that night.

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Hope it’s okay Nonnie! ❤️

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