#tysm for your answer 🙏🙏

[happilychaengs]

it depends on a lot of things, but i'd always choose the person i love. if i chose someone who loved me, sure, i could learn to love them. but i think it'd be belittling them to choose them for that sole reason. it feels petty as well as desperate to do that, not to mention i would be disregarding my own feelings if i loved someone but settled for someone i didn't love. and hey, if that person doesn't love me back, that's life, y'know?

sorry just got to this hours later 😭 i actually never thought about it like that, but it does make sense when i think about it in that way. it kind of feels like it’s the safe choice in a sense and almost the easy way out, but i do understand if people would bc i prob would too

i do agree that it’s dependent on tons of things so it’s really hard, for me at least, to come to a definitive answer like deciding who to choose in a situation like that

#tysm for your answer 🙏🙏 #idk if my response made any sense bc im on 4 hours of sleep #but yeah #my brain is turning #judjira #asks

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I don’t know if it’s just because I’m aroace myself or because it’s the effect your writing has on me but stsg x aroace reader has been on my mind NONSTOP 😭 what have you done to me. This is literally just my idea and take on it feel free to ignore my silly little ramble I’m actually insane <33

I feel like dynamics where there’s some obstruction of sorts from it being just a regular happy healthy relationship is my fav ever because. It means there’s so much more yearning and pining involved and it’s so much more emotional I LOVE ITTTAUGHH and aroace spec reader is a great example of that. I feel like the main kinda reasoning (“obstruction”) would be how reader views the relationship they have with stsg and how they feel about it, the way it’s supposed to be just a regular platonic friendship but there’s so much unaddressed care and deep rooted love (that maybe reader doesn’t want to address) and it’s just a confusing mess of emotions. Reader being hesitant to accept that maybe it’s more than just a friendship because they aren’t 100% sure what those complex feelings that undoubtedly come with being ‘friends’ with stsg are. AND aside from aroace reader, a reader with intimacy/trust/abandonment issues or trauma that hasn’t been unpacked (take your pick!!) while it is the same kinda theme (basically just reader’s hesitance to have to face and attempt to understand their own emotions) it’s just. AUGH!! It’s such a yummy idea to me there are so many scenarios. Maybe reader just doesn’t want to be helped or is too untrusting/scared to open themselves up and be vulnerable with people again, is kinda introverted maybe, just generally like. Lost. almost as if they don’t really have a place anywhere? They don’t feel particularly special and they’re just painfully conscious of their own negative emotions + their own loneliness?? Are you seeing what I’m seeing. The type of person that could be in a room full of people and still not feel any less alone. In a way they’re a lot like sugu!!! OHHH HOW IT WOULD BREAK SUGUS HEART I ALREADY HAVE A VISION!!!! Him seeing himself in reader. Dear lord. The understanding that bond would create and him slowly coaxing reader into becoming more emotionally open because he gets it, sugu is so special because there’s an unspoken understanding between him and reader that they’re kindred spirits. as I’m writing this I am literally imagining reader and sugu sitting by the sea late at night. The sea is where lost doomed people that are overwhelmed by their own grief belong!!!! Can you hear my heart shattering and can you tell how much I love angst 😇😇😇 takes a deep sigh and leans back in my expensive chair as I dramatically overlook the city below me. Another day of being a stsg fan forcing everyone else to suffer with me because nobody in the jjk fandom will ever feel joy again

OLLIE MY DEAREST ohhhhh reading this made me so :(((( so so emotional AND I AGREE COMPLETELY what if i told you this is literally exactly what i had in mind………… we’re so connected fr

(this got Very long 😭😭 you have been warned!!)

FIRST OFF it’s crazy that you specifically mention The Sea bc !!!!! when i thought of the aroace!reader stsg fic i immediately envisioned them sitting by the sea under the stars :> i might’ve mentioned that but i don’t Think i did …… IT REALLY IS THE PERFECT PLACE FOR LOST SOULS DOOMED SOULS GRIEFSTRICKEN SOULS ETC ETC IT’S TRUE IT’S TRUEEEE i think it’s perfect for sugu/reader especially !!! T_T more on that later tho…

but okok let’s get into this I’M OVERJOYED THAT YOU’RE INTO AROACE!READER/STSG BTW I THINK IT’S SUCH A TASTY CONCEPT ….. from one aspec to another i am equally insane abt them i just. think there’s so much potential there…..

some of the things i love writing about most are 1) the blurry lines between platonic/romantic love (one of my gojo fics was actually written w a qp relationship in mind :33) and 2) the difficult parts of love/the fear of intimacy in general… it’s something i like exploring because it’s interesting + i don’t see it in fanfic often and. idk!! i just think it’s important to me that i depict a kind of love that’s very tender and healing and careful. especially since i literally only write for characters who have intimacy issues themselves LMAO

I feel like dynamics where there’s some obstruction of sorts from it being just a regular happy healthy relationship is my fav ever because. It means there’s so much more yearning and pining involved and it’s so much more emotional I LOVE ITTTAUGHH

LITERALLY THIS you put it so perfectly ollie.. T_T love with obstructions is alwaysss most interesting to me …. AND I AGREE!! if i ever end up writing this fic the focus will definitely be on reader and how they view love!! being on the spectrum is genuinely so isolating sometimes and i feel like that’s comparable to the kind of isolation stsg carry with them :’3 none of you can fully understand the others’ individual hardships but with a lot of understanding and respect i think it would go well.

… honestly i hc both gojo and geto as being on the spectrum themselves LMAO but maybe i’ll avoid those hcs to make the fic more interesting 😭😭 ace demiromantic gojo + demisexual sugu are soooo real to me they’re my pookies <333

it’s supposed to be just a regular platonic friendship but there’s so much unaddressed care and deep rooted love (that maybe reader doesn’t want to address) and it’s just a confusing mess of emotions.

OLLIE I SWEAR WE’RE CONNECTED THROUGH THE AROACE HIVEMIND BC THIS WAS EXACTLY MY THOUGHT PROCESS TOO 😭😭😭 it’s just such a tasty scenario because i feel like stsg would be in denial about their feelings at first, but then (once they’ve come to terms with it!!) approach reader immediately… i kinda pictured it as stsg already being a couple, and then confessing to reader with the hope of them joining their relationship……… and it’s so difficult because reader doesn’t really know where their feeling lies between platonic and romantic, don’t really care about the specifics, they just know that they love them and cherish them but now they feel pressured to put a label on it and i think that would just make them panic.

and it’s not at all intentional on stsg’s side !!! they’re half expecting reader to reject them, but they’re just so sincere and tender about the confession. and i think that they just won’t be able to understand reader’s feelings even when they try to explain it :’3 because reader does like them. love them. but they don’t know if it’s romantic, and they don’t really want to know. and even if they knew for sure, they might not care for a standard relationship anyway!! it would just take a lot of understanding and support from stsg to even have that conversation without reader running away, but i think they’re both so gentle when it comes to you :(( they’re always willing to hear you out, and even if they don’t understand all the aspects of being aroace, that doesn’t mean they won’t support it.

…. tbh i’m not entirely sure how it’d work out 😭😭 i think it’d have to be kind of vague but i can picture the three of them living together, going grocery shopping and cuddling and whatnot, and there aren’t really any labels there. not for reader anyway. but they all love each other and that’s enough <33

i love how we both started ranting LMAO this concept just means a lot to me so i can’t help but ramble a bit T_T BUT BUT BUTTTTT we still need to talk abt stsg with a reader that has intimacy issues/unpacked trauma… ollie literally every single part of ur ask made me feel insane in the head this is another concept that means a lot to me and i’m SOOO excited that i get to talk abt it with you!!!! :’3 i think i’ve already said this plenty of times but i’ll die on this hill: stsg would be PERFECT for this kind of reader. so loyal and understanding and accepting. they’d be so, so patient because both of them really only care about your happiness!! that’s all!!!!

and tbh i feel like no matter what kind of issues reader has specifically, it all boils down to them having difficulties with vulnerability!! showing it and seeing it and just embracing it as something important and healing. AND that’s perfect for stsg because they’re literally the same LMAO…. and in this case i think that would benefit the relationship as a whole!! it’ll be bumpy at first because i feel like all three of you would encourage the other two to open up, express themselves etc — but then not return that vulnerability. and that just wouldn’t work out!! and i think that would force you to open up, if only so your partners will do the same. same for stsg!! and it’s just soooo tender and raw :(((( but so important!!

i can honestly imagine suguru having the most trouble opening up, even though he’ll be the most insistant that you and satoru do so 😭😭 he’s a big ol hypocrite is what i’m saying. but i can see him dipping his toes into that vulnerability for you, because he knows you won’t get anywhere otherwise and he wants to be a good example for you to follow. it’d make things so much easier for reader because they aren’t the only one who’s having difficulties !! it’s all three of you!! you’re all learning and growing and loving each other so delicately :’3

now on the topic of sugu….

OHHH HOW IT WOULD BREAK SUGUS HEART I ALREADY HAVE A VISION!!!! Him seeing himself in reader. Dear lord. The understanding that bond would create and him slowly coaxing reader into becoming more emotionally open because he gets it, sugu is so special because there’s an unspoken understanding between him and reader that they’re kindred spirits.

THIS THIS THISSSSS OLLIE OUR BRAINS ARE HOLDING HANDS YOU GET IT YOU GET ITTT this is SUCH a great scenario AND IT’S SO REAL TOO… i think sugu would be the mvp in helping reader (NO DISRESPECT TO SATORU i think he would be vital in other ways!!) because like you said!! they’re the same. there’s something so soft and tender in that dynamic :’3 them talking by the sea… about their own loneliness and difficult pasts……. i 100% hc sugu as having had a rough childhood so if reader also did it’d just strenghten their connection even further. i think that what suguru needs more than anything else is understanding, so to receive that from reader, while also being able to give it in return……. yeahhhh. he’s whipped. you’d be talking by the sea looking up at the stars and he would already be thinking of marriage LMAO he’s such a sap to me 😭😭😭 he just has this moment when he realizes that he wants to Protect You Forever and it’s so special to him. he’s your pillar and you’re his anchor. (<- slowly spiralling as we speak I LOVE THIS MAN SO DEARLY…..)

OLLIIIIIEEEEEE THIS MADE ME FUCKING INSANE I’M SO SERIOUS I ALMOST CRIED both these concepts are so good T_T….. i can’t thank u enough for sharing them w me <333 YOU’RE ALWAYS WELCOME IN MY INBOX ILYSM!!!! i really feel like we see stsg the same way i swearrrr it’s the aroace hivemind…… anyway i am looking out at the city right with you………… drinking a glass of orange juice………… pondering stsg…………… they make me so sad/happy/other emotions that i don’t think human beings are supposed to feel 😔😔😔

#OLLIE IM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME TO ANSWER :’3 i wanted to do it properly so it rotted in my drafts for a bit .. #tbh my brain has been acting so weird recently it’s not letting me do what i want to do 😭😭 #BUT I NEED U TO KNOW THIS CHANGED MY LIFE GENUINELY #idk if ive told u but i do in fact have a suguru/reader fic planned where reader has crippling intimacy issues/unsolved trauma 🙏🙏 #ive already written out some parts and i feel a bit shy abt posting it bc it feels so personal somehow?? 😭😭 #BUT IM VERY HAPPY WITH IT #anyway anywayyy TYSM FOR STOPPING BY ILYYYYY i hope your day’s been wonderful so far!! <333 #ALSOOOO do u have any aroace hcs for the jjk characters 👀👀 im just curious… doesnt have to be stsg!! #i’d loveeee to hear them aroace hcs bring me sm comfort … #ask tag ✩ #ollie !! ✩

[singsweetmelodies]

the way i love my anons so freaking much though 😭😭🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️ styria anon... monza anon... moustachierre anon... phoebe anon... fake dating anon.... you are all the BEST. that is all.

#katie rambles #my lovely anons ❤️❤️❤️ #btw yes this is how i refer to you in my head #and yes i'm quite aware that you could all be one person LMAOOOOOO #though i do think there are at least two or three different ones here just based on the way some of the asks are phrased #anyways that's all rambly nonsense. the POINT IS #i adore you all #and every time i see one of your wonderful messages #i become like that gif of charles doing heart eyes & dimples at pierre #😁🥰🥰🥰💞💞💖💖 #that's meeeeee @ you all #also yes it's 2am and i'm being SILLY but also yep. i love youuuu #(btw monza anon my beloved i will answer you tomorrow when it's NOT 2am xx ❤️❤️❤️ tysm for the epic ask!!) #(OH and let me just explain 'phoebe anon' bcs i now realise that looks completely insane lmfao) #('phoebe anon' is my nickname for the one anon who sends me all the links to the latest brilliance on phoebe hourcat's blog) #(i LOVE your work; phoebe anon. pls never stop 🙏🙏🙏 timezones are stupid and so i often miss some of phoebs' posts) #(but it makes me grin so much to know that my phoebe anon has my back and will send me anything i'll love <333 🥰) #(anyways yes i think that's more than enough for 2am lmfao sjdgdkvdsjgdjd goodnight all ilysm ❤️❤️)

[cherry-colored-petals]

Update: I sent one (1) more ask because I swear to the Gods I am not well HAOSHISJS

I AM NOT OKAY IM LOSING IT— THE UPDATE OF DAY 7 IS SO.

OUGH.

IT ITCHES MY BRAIN SM THAT I WANT TO PUNT THE ALCHEMIST HELP

#🌸🍒 - navi speaks #❀ - extreme bias game #;; GOD FORBID I GET AN ANSWER THATS LIKE 'what vision?' LIKE PLEASE.... #;; i am on my knees I am g. im gonna. #;; please tell me I am losing it. #;; actually before i officially want to bite something #;; i might post my own assumption to the glitchy messages #;; which is here lmao #;; from the updates... it seems we can get a sort of answer out of everything #;; and i believe the message mustve been 'hes going to take you' or 'your vision'... #;; or... your memories. like how Rin had hers. #;; Im grasping at straws rn but Goddamn do I want to pray its correct because I am grasping at STRAWS rn #;; anyway thats it #;; rant over #;; im gonna do the updates now #;; also ansy if you see this (cause ik you will) #;; ty. so much. for the ask you sent. #;; genuinely just... thank you for getting more answers from the fucker #;; you probably fed into my own lore itching brain but anyway BAKSBSIHSSJN #;; 🙏 tysm for sending such a detailed ask w/ those questions. it helps a TON for me at least. #;; okay thats it bye HAISBSKSJ

[feyascorner]

until I come back alive

summary. in which you come back injured from a particularly unlucky battle, and Astarion realizes his feigned affections for you are not feigned at all.

warnings. angst, fluff, Astarion being bad at feelings

pairing. Astarion x GN!reader

a/n. this is super long omg ALSO TYSM for the love on my previous fic! It was my first post so I didn’t realize more than like two ppl would see it!! Kind of scary but also I can write more astarion so oh well 🙏

“The way they look at you is different from the way they look at us.”

Astarion raises a brow at this, glancing at Karlach who adjusts a log in the campfire paying no heed to the flickering flames brushing against her skin. She smiles to herself, genuinely, and he questions if she’s finally gone mad.

“So have you said the big ‘L’ word yet?” she asks excitedly, turning to him with a big grin. He shifts away from her, the increasing heat radiating off her body but she doesn’t seem to care, too busy staring at him expectantly.

“The what?”

“You know! The ‘L’ word,” she says the last part in a hushed whisper, as if it’d be a sin for anyone else to hear. Occasionally it baffles him how childish she can be, though he’d never voice these concerns out loud considering she could snap his poor body in half if she really wanted.

He also knows that she’s more emotionally capable in how she approaches these relationships (though one could argue it’s just innocence)—in ways he’s lost over the past 200 years. Though, he makes an effort to shove these thoughts to the deepest corners of his brain for the sake of his own sanity.

“If you’re speaking of ‘love,’” He emphasizes it with a strange accent. “No. I have not. Nor have they.”

She appears puzzled. “Why not?”

He sighs irritably, bringing a hand to adjust the cuffs on his hand. “Must everything be put bluntly? So glaringly obvious?”

“You love each other, don’t you?”

At this, he falters, just the slightest before plastering his usual grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Love is a wide spectrum, dear. Tav and I are whatever they want us to be.”

A late night partner would be the most positive thing he could refer you to. A fling, an amusement, or whatever words people described the arrangement between the two of you as, he didn’t care for it. He’d given himself to you, and you to him—-physically, at least, and you’d seem more than content with it. In return, he received protection, which was a sufficient payment in return for his hushed words of affection and kisses. A fair trade, he deemed.

Sure, he could’ve chosen anyone else in the camp. But he’d seen the way your eyes lit up at the sight of him, surely dazed at his flirtatious tendencies. You’d been an easy target. A survival tool.

And yes, maybe he’d played with your innocent feelings, but could you really blame him? He’d given you the nights of your life, for something so simple in return. It was a transaction.

Karlach waves a dismissive hand which brings him back to the present, propping herself on her arm behind her. “Life’s too short for that bullshit. Either you love someone or you don’t.”

“Fortunately for me, I have all of eternity,” he snorts. “Unless I were to suddenly lose the unwanted visitor inside my head and step into the sunlight, I’ll be here to watch the world fall and rise a dozen times over I’m afraid.”

“But they don’t,” Karlach frowns. “Tav doesn’t have eternity.”

He ignores the way his jaw clenches. He’s afraid, he thinks, of losing the freedom he’s just gained.

“Did you call me?”

Both the vampire and tiefling turn to your voice, where you stand blankly with an armful of logs clutched to your waist. Karlach opens her mouth to respond, but Astarion is faster.

“Nothing, darling. Just answering a few curious questions from Karlach here.”

“Oh,” you blink at him, shrugging before setting the logs beside the fireplace. “Well, Gale, Shadowheart, and I are going to the village across the forest tomorrow morning to check on the goblins appearing there recently. Won’t be back till noon so don’t wait up.”

“Don’t worry,” Karlach laughs. “I’ll keep the camp in order while you’re gone. If Astarion tries to bite Lae’zel, though, his fate’s inevitable.”

He rolls his eyes, opting to stand from his spot and take your hand. “Come along, darling. Any longer near this damned fireplace and my skin may melt.”

You nod with a smile, waving at Karlach before you follow him into his tent without a word of protest.

Easy, he thinks. Too easy.

He soon finds himself staring up at you from his place, laying his head on your lap as you read through a few scrolls you found throughout the day. He clicks his tongue and you look down, offering that sickeningly sweet smile again. “What’s wrong?”

“You have the most handsome person in this camp on your bloody lap and you want to read?”

You snicker at this, setting the scroll down beside you. “What do you suggest I do? Worship the very eyelashes on your face?”

“My body deserves much more praise than just the eyelashes.”

“Hm…” you pretend to be in thought. “That mole on your face is very obvious too.”

He gasps, immediately shooting upward as he grabs at his own face. “Tell me you’re lying.”

Your laughter rings throughout the tent, airy as you pull his hand away from his face. “I’m kidding, mostly.”

He stares at you as you recollect yourself, finding himself gazing at you far longer than he’d like to admit. Quickly, he adjusts, fiddling with the hand mirror he always keeps under his pillow as he watches you through it. “Karlach spoke of something ridiculous today. She said you were in love with me.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” he rolls his eyes. “That woman lives in a fairy tale I tell you. How she went through 10 years in Avernus is beyond me.”

There’s slight hesitance in your voice, and if he’d not learned your body language early on in your arrangement, he wouldn’t have even noticed it. “Astarion, have you ever been in love?”

He pauses at this, meeting your eyes head on now. There’s a heavier thickness in the air between the short distance between the two of you, and he immediately gauges what you want him to say. A lie readies itself at the tip of his tongue, his gaze searching yours for whatever fantasy that lives behind them.

Instead, your expression is blank. He finds nothing.

“No.” He’s not sure why he responded honestly, but it’s too late to take it back. “Have you?”

You look to the side. “I’m not sure anymore.”

“Anymore?” He shifts his head when you turn your chin further away, avoiding confrontation. “Has someone captured your impenetrable heart as of late? How intriguing—do tell.”

His teasing tone drops when you don’t smile at his usual antics. He’s not stupid—far from it. He knows you’ve begun to fall for him. It’s an obvious result from the 200 years of instinctive flirting he has tucked away in what remains of his soul, and it’s what he intended. What he needed.

The more enraptured you are, the longer he has protection.

He gently tilts your chin toward him, his fang visible through the grin that stretches across his face. “Tell me, pet, do you love me?”

Your eyes drop to his lips. “Do you want me to?”

A bunny caught in the fangs of a fox. It would be so easy to indulge—to go as far as to make you nothing but a puppet he toys with for his own personal gains. He can sense the way your finger twitches, itching to lace them with his own, and the crueler side of him forces his hand to stay put.

He wordlessly leans toward you, his lips grazing against the side of your neck. You shiver at the touch and he smiles wickedly to himself, drinking in the gasp that escapes you when he tilts your neck to the other side, where he usually drinks.

He doesn’t even have to ask. “Just—be gentle. Please.”

“Of course.” He unhinges his jaw, ready to plunge the knives of his teeth into where the sweet liquid gold rushes to your face, his shoulders finally relaxing when—

“I love you,” you whisper under your breath.

He stops.

Though unsure why, he freezes. Completely and utterly freezes.

“Astarion?”

He pulls away slowly, staring at you for a long moment before offering another smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“You look exhausted, my dear. I think that’s enough for tonight.”

“But you didn’t even feed?”

“I can handle myself, darling, as much as I appreciate your worries,” he stands and holds the flap of the tent open, practically a silent demand for you to leave.

He should be ecstatic. Gleaming with joy from being offered a drop of your blood, but instead, he feels knots forming in his stomach. And the longer he watches you, the worst they seem the get.

Hurt flashes across your face and he ignores the sudden tightness in his chest.

“Okay, well,” you say, stepping out hesitantly. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, my dear.”

And as he lies wide awake in the middle of the night with nothing to accompany him but his own thoughts, he finds that all of them are overruled by his endless need for warmth. Not just anyone’s but the one he’s become accustomed to the past few months. No matter how much he curls up in his bedroll, all he can feel is the chill of his own body.

And he hates it more than he expected.

——

By the time he awakens, you’re long gone.

He’s rather productive. Taking walks, gathering supplies, catching up on his reading, he refuses to sit and lie around as the others await for you and your companions to return from the goblin village.

He even entertains sitting through one of Karlach’s dances, which somehow ends up being more entertaining than he’d imagined. While she didn’t fall flat on her face (which he admittedly looked forward to), it burnt through time regardless.

The peace is broken when he hears footsteps rushing toward the camp. He’s memorized everyone’s intervals when sprinting or pacing, so he’s quick to identify Gale and Shadowheart. He listens keenly for your own footsteps.

There are no third pair of footsteps at all.

Shadowheart stumbles into the camp, in a panic compared to her usual self, as she points toward a spot on the ground and snaps at Gale to put something down.

He only sees when she moves out of the way that this something, is rather someone.

You’re writhing in pain, eyes shut in an unconsciousness that’s surely preferable to what you’re feeling. You’re sweating, groaning in your sleep and everyone is immediately rushing to you.

His face would’ve gone pale, if it weren’t for the fact that he was already as ghostly as a sheet.

“What happened,” Lae’zel demands in place of him, and he opts to mindlessly push Gale to the side, who doesn’t say a word from the expression on Astarion’s face. He doesn’t know what he looks like, but from Gale’s reaction, it’s better he never know.

“Damned poison arrows,” Shadowheart hisses. “I’m completely out of magic for today. I need to make an antidote by hand before their condition gets any worse than it already is.”

Astarion brushes the back of his knuckles against your cheek. The creases between your brows soften for the slightest moment before they’re back again.

Lae’zel and Shadowheart are arguing again—something about how one thing would’ve happened if another thing hadn’t. He’s not even sure what they’re arguing about, but in an instant, rage flickers in his chest.

“Do something!” He snaps, suddenly making the camp go quiet. “Or are you just going to stand there and watch them die?”

He suddenly feels a hand grab his, and his eyes shoot down to see your own. Even in your sleep, you reach out to him. Even in the deepest part of slumber, you search for him. It makes him feel like the shittiest and luckiest person alive, especially as the your hurt expression from last night flashes in his mind.

“Help them,” the words spill out against his will, his tone breaking down into something more desperate. “Do something. For God’s sake, anything.”

In the moment, he doesn’t care about protection. He doesn’t give a shit about any of that because the second he’d seen you in genuine pain, it was all he needed to completely forget about the stupid reasons why he approached you in the first place.

All he cared about was your life.

Everyone glances at one another knowingly, but even Lae’zel doesn’t break the silence. Shadowheart spares him a furrowed glare before rushing to gather the antidote.

You only awake hours later. Certainly during the middle of the night, to the ceiling of a tent that’s certainly not your own. You slowly urge yourself to sit up, a pounding headache ringing in your skull, but your worries about it vanish when you hear his voice.

“Quite the nap, darling.”

You snap around to see him on the other side of the tent, albeit only a few feet away from how crunched it is. Fascinating, he thinks, that even with your disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, he finds you more beautiful than before. “What happened?”

“You nearly died.”

“…how?”

“Poison,” he’s fiddling with his dagger, refusing to look at you. He can’t. In fear of what he might say. “Caused a reasonable panic too. Seems like our companions have grown more attached to you than anyone’s expected.”

You purse your lips, and he quickly mortifies at the exceeding need to part them with his own. You don’t seem to notice. “You too?”

“I was certainly worried our esteemed leader may kick the bucket earlier than anticipated, yes.”

“No, I mean,” you scrunch your eyes sheepishly, and he thinks it’s adorable. Gods he must be going insane. “Have you…grown attached?”

He raises a brow. “You just woke up from a life threatening experience and that’s what piques your interest?”

Your cheeks turn a shade darker. He wants to touch them. “I just…I was worried all day. About us. I got too distracted and of course, that’s on me, but one of the goblins took advantage and—“

He wants to climb into a coffin, guilt eating away at what remains of his organs. But when you fidget with the ends of his bedroll blanket, he can’t tell if his stomach is churning from shame or something else.

You stop, close your mouth, then open it again. “When I passed out, I was just thinking about how I would hate for us to part like that. I didn’t want last night to be our last moment.”

“No,” he says firmly. “While you’d been asleep, I’ve had quite some time to think, darling. And more time to wallow in my self pity for being stuck with an actual weirdo. I mean, do you hear yourself? Worrying about such a stupid encounter while on your deathbed? You should’ve been cursing me with all the strength you had left if you were going to think about me of all people!”

You smile a bit, and he grits his teeth at the way his throat goes dry. “I’m just glad.”

“For getting poisoned?”

“No,” you roll your eyes. “I’m glad I didn’t scare you off by telling you I loved you. I was afraid we wouldn’t talk like this anymore.”

His body wills him to freeze up again. To push you away, and to force the fantasy that his feelings towards you were nothing but manipulative. That you were nothing but a way to survive to him. But no, he couldn’t stand such cowardice any longer. Not after nearly losing you.

You offer him a pathetic laugh. “I don’t expect you to say it back, nor for you to feel the same way. I just—felt like you needed to know. It doesn’t change anything between us I hope. It just felt wrong to keep it to myself any longer and the way you reacted just made me regret it so much-“

He wraps his palm in front of your mouth, his other hand pulling you closer to his side in an instant. With your faces inches apart, he sighs irritably. “As much as I’d like to keep hearing your voice, I can’t stand its contents any longer I’m afraid.”

He lowers his hand, staring straight at your wide eyes as he narrows his own. “I do. Like you, I mean. A lot more than I’d like to admit, quite frankly.”

You blink as if you’re staring at a miracle.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he mumbles with a scoff. “I’ve had these feelings for a while now, I just didn’t wish to face them. When you said that to me yesterday, I just didn’t know how to respond, and for that, I am sorry. But losing you—I’m not sure what I would have done, but it’s certainly not a pretty sight.”

Your eyes soften and he’s certain he can lose himself within them for years. “I’ve never heard you sound so—sincere.”

He raises your knuckles to his lips, keeping them close even as he speaks. “I approached you out of necessity, I’ll admit. But it seems you’ve grown on me in a way I haven’t experienced since I’ve turned into a spawn. What you are to me—it’s difficult to describe.” He pauses. “Sometimes, I can still feel my heart beating with you.”

As your fingers brush against the side of his face, he swears he can feel it again. He almost feels warm, maybe even safe. And he’s sick and tired of denying himself of your embrace when death is around every corner.

You’re soon curled up into his chest, with his chin atop of your head. He’s not sure how much time passes—maybe hours, or even days as he continues to observe your face, committing each and every detail to his memory. And when your breathing steadies, falling into deep slumber, he finally has the courage to whisper the words against your hair.

“I love you.”

#astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate astarion #bg3 astarion #light angst #angst with a happy ending #fluff #comfort #bg3 x reader #bg3 x tav #astarion

[sneepseverus]

tysm

can i recommend a snapesmut fic? i just want to see him at the yule ball finding a fem reader in a carriage and decides to help her out if yk what i mean? and they make it a regular thing but not in just a carriage in like his class and that behind a paintin in the forest idk im not sure, i would prefer if the reader was a student cause i like taboo stuff but if your not comfy can you make her his assistant? ty it would mean alot

I made the reader his assistant here! As I reread the request, I realized I also made a slight modification; I made Y/N take the lead once they were in the carriage (hope that's okay! It just felt more natural with what I had in mind 🙏)

Warnings:

NSFW (MINORS DNI)

Riding, p in v, oral (F and M receiving), fingering

Word count: ~2.3k

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" you asked teasingly, knowing fully well the answer was no. There was nothing more Severus loved than attending school events after working hours and having to act as a chaperone for developing adolescents with raging hormones. 

"Obviously," he replied, letting out a huff. 

His sarcasm never failed to make you smile. Most people found him intimidating, scary even, and you'd be lying if you said you never felt that way. However, after working with him and getting to know him these past few months, your feelings quickly became warmer, hotter even. You had sometimes spent time outside work, but it was nothing more than a quick cup of tea. 

But tonight you decided it would be different. "Now's my chance!" you thought. You put in more thought into your outfit than you usually would have for an event like this, hoping that seeing you in a different context would make him see you more than his assistant, as a person (an attractive one, at that.) You practiced many times in your head how to ask him to dance; you didn't want to come across as too imposing, but you also wanted to let him know you were interested in having something more than a professional relationship. 

However, any semblance of confidence swiftly left your body. While he did acknowledge you when you made your way next to him, his expressions suggested he didn't particularly care that you were all dolled up for this event. He was more focused on the drink in his hand and the students dancing in the center. 

Unsurprisingly, you could only focus on one thing. It was a rare sight to see him without his cloak; it almost felt a little too intimate. Fuck, all you wanted to do was rip apart all those buttons and see what was hiding underneath. And those fingers; why were they grasping a glass and not your waist? You were hoping mistletoe would appear so you'd have an excuse to kiss him and…have his mouth do other things to you.

"No, now is not the time to be thinking such things!" you thought to yourself. Unfortunately, it wasn't as simple to stop as you would have liked; you could already feel the sensitivity rising in your core. 

"Excuse me!" you babbled before dashing off somewhere secluded so you could clear your mind.

You found an empty carriage outside and entered. Despite the frigid weather, it was the closest private place you could have at the moment. You took deep breaths, trying to erase all the explicit imagery forming in your head so you could carry on with the night. 

All of a sudden, you heard a bang from outside, and the door quickly opened. "Y/L/N? What are you doing here?"

Shit. "Oh! Severus, I…" you began, clearing your throat, "I needed some fresh air, is all. I'll be back inside in a moment."

"Are you certain? You looked quite flustered before scurrying off."

"Yes," you replied. "I'm all right."

"Oh, I see. My apologies. You weren't…expecting anyone were you?" he followed up, embarrassed. "If so, then I'll leave you be." Despite the darkness of the night, you noticed his fists tightening around his wand.

"Expecting anyone? Please, if it were someone, it'd be you," you blurted out, not realizing what you just insinuated until after the fact.

"Oh? And why is that?" he asked curiously, raising his eyebrows.

You could feel your cheeks become hotter. "I just mean—Oh, for Merlin's sake, the truth is…I could hardly keep my eyes off you tonight. I so desperately wanted to ask you to dance, but I got scared and ran off. That’s why I’m here. There you have it," you confessed. 

You expected him to leave awkwardly, but instead, he entered the carriage before sitting across from you and closing the door. "Well, since we are being honest here, I must confess that I couldn't keep my eyes off of you."

"What?"

"Yes. Seeing as I supervise you, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, so I tried my best to look away. But I must say, you look rather beautiful tonight. I mean, not that you don't normally do, but tonight especially, with your dress and jewelry and hair and…" he rambled. "But anyway, that’s expected; what isn’t is how you could feel similarly about me."

"Are you serious?!" you exclaimed. "How could I not? You're so captivating, the way you speak and carry yourself. How can they have us work together daily and not think I'd eventually become attracted to you? I'm surprised someone as intelligent as you can't see just how sexy you are."

"Sex…y?” he repeated. "Are you really certain you’re feeling okay? I think your lack of proper outerwear has somehow halted your ability to think correctly."

"Shut up! It’s true!” you maintained. "Your voice, your mind, your hands, all of you is so sexy."

"Well, since 'professionalism' clearly no longer exists in this space…I can easily say the same about you."

You weren’t sure if you were imagining his last sentence, but there was no time to think. "Fuck, just kiss me already," you ordered.

In just a second, your arms were wrapped tightly around each other as your lips crashed. Your fingers found their way into his hair, while his were exploring your back, slowly sliding down until they reached your hips.

Inside the limited space, you settled on his lap, pressing your core against his. His eyes lowered from your face to your cleavage placed right in front of him. As you felt his hardness developing underneath his pants, you began slowly grinding against it, eliciting involuntary moans from him. "Just tell me if you want to stop at any point," you breathed, but his expressions and hands gripping your lower back were clear indications of his willingness to continue.

You could feel your wetness building, and your need to feel him inside you was only getting stronger. "I want to ride you," you blurted out. You slid off him to pull down your soaked underwear, dangling it in front of him before throwing it to the side.

He paused, taking his time to process what was happening right before him. But not too long after, his fingers slid down to his waistband, slowly unbuckling his belt. He was embarrassed but couldn't leave you being the only one pantless.

As you lifted your dress up, his own bottoms came off, revealing his aching cock. "Fuck," he let out at the sight of you sliding yourself down on him with such ease.

With him holding you to keep you balanced, you began to bounce slowly up and down, letting out a moan each time. You gripped his shoulders, staring lustfully into his eyes before he dropped his head back.

"You fill me up so well," you uttered. With whatever remaining energy you had, you placed messy kisses all over his face. "Just like I've been dreaming this whole time.” 

Although he wasn't able to let out a single word, the soft moans leaving his parting lips were enough to tell you how he felt.

You couldn't keep it together any longer. As your bounces sped up, your orgasm took over while his hot cum simultaneously spilled deeply inside you. "Severus! Ah!" you screamed. When you were certain your body could not produce any more pulses, you slid off him, trying to regain your energy.

You helped each other get your bottoms back on, but there was no way you could re-enter the room. Even if you played it cool, nobody would be able to ignore the messy hair and lipstick marks all over his cheeks.

You exited the cramped carriage, gathering your composure.

"I didn't realize we were on a first-name basis," he finally said, smirking.

"We just fucked in a carriage; I sure hope we would be."

"You're right...Y/N."

As you made your way back to the castle, trying to find an entrance where no one else would be, you linked your arms around his. "I hope we can make this more of a regular occurrence.”

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. The next few weeks were even more exciting and scandalous than the night of the ball.

Nobody questioned you when you told your colleagues and superiors you had work to do with Severus in his office. Instead of marking papers, you were busy being bent over next to his desk while his cock filled you up, balls slapping against your skin with each pump. He had one hand gripping your hip while the other was cupping your beautiful ass. You made it clear you’d only let him fuck you if he overcame his fear of being too loud. Though his office was secluded from the rest of the castle, the thought of someone hearing him moan and groan from behind the thick walls made you come even harder. 

You thought he wouldn’t be able to keep up with your horniness, but you were soon proven wrong. One day after class ended, when Severus was certain all the students were gone, he locked the door and looked toward you cunningly. "If you’d let me, I’d like to taste that sweet pussy of yours," he confessed. 

Without hesitation, you sat on a clean table, spreading your legs widely for him to enjoy. 

His hands gripped your thighs before his fingers trailed up until they almost reached your center again, intentionally avoiding your sensitive bud. 

"Please, just eat me already," you begged.

"Shhh. Patience, my dear."

Once he was content with the number of moans escaping your mouth, he slid your panties down and placed his fingers on your mound, spreading your lips so he could get a good look at your clit. He pressed his nose against it and inhaled deeply, savoring your natural scent.

Finally, he let the tip of his tongue press against you. He closed his eyes and let it slide up and down through your slit. Once he realized how wet you were, he slipped a finger inside you and let his tongue concentrate on your clit. 

You took off your top and bra before falling back against the table and fondling your boobs. Somehow he maintained a perfect rhythm, giving equal attention to your G-spot and clit.

Knowing how much you loved the sound of his voice, he intentionally let out a series of vibrating moans against you.

"Fuck, Severus, I'm about to come!" you yelled.

You thought he’d take this as a sign to continue his pace, but he pulled away instead. "That’s 'Sir,' I'm about to come."

"Sir, please let me come! Please, I need it!"

Satisfied, he continued working toward your orgasm. He was practically devouring you with the way his tongue was lapping your whole pussy. With each moan from you, he sped up his pace, not leaving until he was certain you were completely finished. 

As you tried to catch your breath, he helped you sit back up, smirking at you. Seeing how wiped out you were, he was not expecting the next few words from you.

"Now, it’s your turn!"

"W-what?"

You hopped off and held his hand, leading him to the nearest open seat. You spread his legs apart before palming his erection trapped behind the confines of his trousers. Your fingers gripped his waistband, and you proceeded to unbuckle his belt. 

He raised his eyebrows as he let you pull his bottoms off. When his leaking cock sprang out, you beamed with joy and licked your lips at the sight.

He let out a low groan as soon as your fingers wrapped around his cock and dragged up and down the entire length. You let out a puff of hot air on his tip, teasing him just like he did earlier with you.

"Shit," he whispered, clearly willing and ready. 

With your free hand now cupping his balls, you let your tongue swirl over his tip and lick up and down his shaft, exploring every inch of his thickness. 

"Mmmh," you let out, pulling away for a second to compliment how he tasted.

He placed his fingers on the back of your head to balance himself and lead you to the right spots. He couldn’t help but buck his hips up toward you, forcing you to go down deeper.

Of course, he couldn’t last for as long as you did. Thick ropes of cum shot into your mouth as he let out a booming "FUCK!" His body was shaking uncontrollably until his climax finally came to a pause. 

With sweat starting to drip down his head, he kept his eyes closed, too tired to stand back up. You wiped your mouth and helped get his lower half covered once again.

When his brain started to clear again, he slowly got out of his seat and regained control of himself. "I believe it’s time for lunch," he stated nonchalantly.

But as you made your way to the Great Hall, you pulled him aside and trapped him against the wall before placing your lips on his. You didn’t care if anyone saw; if anything, you wanted a professor to catch you in the act. "Mmmh, Severus," you let out between kisses. 

He was too flustered to know where to place his hands, but they eventually settled on your lower back. 

When you finally pulled away, he stared at you, shocked. "My goodness, Y/N. I thought I could keep up with your energy, but I’m starting to have second thoughts."

"Trust me, there will be more where that came from. You'll build your stamina up in no time. I'll see you tonight…sir," you replied before winking at him, leaving what would occur later that day to his imagination.

#snape #snape smut #snape x reader #snape x y/n #snape x you #snape fanfiction #snape fanfic #snape fic #snape content #severus snape #severus snape smut #severus snape x reader #severus snape x y/n #severus snape x you #severus snape fanfiction #severus snape fanfic #severus snape fic #severus snape content #professor snape #professor severus snape

[purinfelix]

reader being spooked by a spider and calling joao over to kill it and he’s teasing her 🥹 just super fluffy

your hero ₊˚⊹⋆

pairing: Joao Felix x reader summary: your boyfriend saves you from an unwelcome pest warnings: none! (unless you're afraid of spiders ig) w/c: 577

a/n: HAHA i love this req tysm anon !! i will continue to push my 'joao felix as a boyfriend would be a little shit' agenda 🙏

You’re trying your best not to fall off of the kitchen stool you’ve scrambled up on, hugging yourself as you tremble slightly. Your heart beats, loudly, quickly, and heavily, in your chest as if it’s trying to escape. The eight-legged monstrosity scurries across the floor before stopping right at the foot of your stool, almost mockingly.

A soft jingle can be heard from the other side of your apartment door and you do your best to crane your neck towards it, a struggle considering you’re paralysed in fear. Your boyfriend pokes his head through the entryway, his confusion at how silent the apartment is evident by his furrowed brows.

“Baby?” you hear him call, and you do everything you can to stop yourself from letting out a piercing shriek.

Instead you settle on a shaky, hushed, “In here!” as you listen intently for his footsteps as he nears the kitchen. He looks genuinely concerned when he spots your unusual position, until his gaze drifts down to the reason for it - a furry huntsman spider not bigger than his hand. Worry melts from his face and is replaced by an amused smirk as he holds back a laugh, which does little to settle your fear.

“Made a new friend I see,” he jokes, setting down his keys and bags on the kitchen table as he reaches for an empty glass you’ve left on the counter.

“Shut up,” you huff, “Just get it.”

He scoffs, but does as you say, approaching the spider as carefully as he can. Suddenly though, as if rekindled by a burst of energy it begins to run circles around the kitchen and your boyfriend can only try his best to chase after it. You get the perfect view of this scene unfolding from atop your kitchen stool and even in your fear-stricken panic, you can’t help but let out a small laugh before Joao finally manages to catch it under a glass.

He lets out a relieved sigh, grabbing a nearby envelope from the pile of unopened mail the two of you have amassed and sliding it gently under the cup. You’re amazed at how easily he can do this.

“He’s sort of cute, maybe we should keep him as a pet?” he teases, holding the spider up to you. You shrink back almost immediately, the disgusted expression on your face serving enough of an answer as he laughs at his own sick joke. He turns to let the creature that tormented you for the past half an hour outside and finally, you can unravel yourself from the protective ball you’ve formed on top of your kitchen-stool-haven.

“What would you ever do without me?” you hear your boyfriend chime as he comes back inside, setting the glass and envelope down on the counter before reaching out a hand to help you. You take it graciously, wobbling a little as you step down from your stool.

“Probably spend a lot more on bug spray,” you tease, patting his chest as a smirk spreads across your face.

“Good to know I serve some purpose around here,” he sighs sourly.

“I’m only kidding baby,” you chuckle, “you’re my hero.”

You watch as his expression softens into an almost embarrassed smile and his cheeks glow proudly. You can’t resist peppering his face with kisses in a silent 'thank you' for saving you.

#joao felix #joão félix #joao felix x reader #joao felix x you #joao felix fluff #joao felix oneshot #joao felix fic #fanfic #football #oneshot #fc barça #fc barcelona #jet writes ★ #purinfelix #jet answers ✧

[kyra45]

Pet donation scams

For years now, scammers have took to stealing info from legit fundraising posts to steal funds from actual users. So what do they do? It's quite simple to explain the process as someone whose been tracking those I've seen or spotted while searching around. Scammers reuse and redo these so often you can usually find a pattern and catch it before you reblog their post. This post is quite long, but should be useful.

tl:dr - An ask to reblog a pinned post is generally a scam related to pets and the pictures used are stolen from other sites and any info the scam post uses was stolen too with only minor adjustments like the scammers own info that may use the name of someone real.

Scammers do as follows:

Saves a pfp from a blogger and copies the blog info from someone else by copy/pasting it and saving it

Turns off asks

Searches a tag to reblog random posts to look relevant, generally about 10

Hides their blog so it can't be seen outside of desktop and archives aren't easy to access

Searches Facebook for publicly accessible posts where pets need help and may seek it from other sites. They will save photos of a cat but also will copy any information from the post or a different post with minor adjustments if needed

Once they have followed those steps, the scammers will then start to find random blogs. Some blogs may be past targets who fell for the scam and as a result may fall for it again. Or in other cases, blogs that have been targeted before by them and answered the ask without finding out its a scam. Some asks sent go as follows.

Hello there! Just wondering if its okay for you to check the post i pinned and reblog/boost it? Im in desperate need of help im really sorry for coming across your inbox (pls answer this privately) only if its ok 😞 thank you and stay safe

Hi there, im sorry for this (if it bothers you) please see my pinned post as I need help for it. Please boost/share it for us, thank you so much. Really means a lot 🙏

Hello there! Just wondering if its okay for you to check the post i pinned and reblog/boost it? Im in desperate need of help im really sorry for coming across your inbox (pls answer this privately) only if its ok :( thank you and stay safe

Hello! Im sorry if I did bother you by coming across your inbox. Just asking for some help if you can share/boost my post or pinned post rather. It means a lot!

hello! can you pls boost my post about my dog? tysm if u do!

hi ♡ can you reblog the post about my cat? tysm!”

The scammer will send several asks at once to many different blogs and wait to see how many will answer and reblog their scam post. They rely on no one looking up the info the post has, because doing so would show that the post is not in good faith and has stolen it's contents from somewhere else. Those who have no searched the post will likely share it and their mutuals will also share it not knowing the post is actually a scam. Often, these scams do get found out fast but unfortunately some will fall for it. It is likely many have donated money before the scam is found out. If you get an ask or see someone reblog a post that looks suspicious, do the following in tumblr search.

Search the username to see if there's any warnings

Paste the ask and see if others got it

See if the listed paypal has pre-existing alerts for it

Checking the blog sending asks will likely show it is a few days old, though some cases may be an older blog that was broken into and reused and repurposed into a scam blog so the actual owner will never know of it happening since they likely abandoned the website.

Once you know a blog is a scam, please alert your followers by explaining it's a scam and detailing why it's a scam by showing blogs the scammer used that are gone now or linking to previous warnings. It's advised to then report the scam blog like so:

Report -> Something else -> Illegal Uses or Content -> Phishing

This is currently the only way to deal with scammers. I hope this info is detailed enough and useful to any who find it.

#scam #important information #useful information #psa #long post #longpost #pet donation scam

[csl0ml]

So needy… part 2

Chris x femreader!

Pt 1

HOLY MOLY 🤯

for my first fanfic yall really liked that. Thank you 🙏

Warnings‼️

smut, smut, smut 😍

pink: you

orange: chris

(Not proofread again bc I wrote this at like 1 am 😍)

Enjoy!!!!

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“Want me to fuck you now?”

I already know his answer but I asked him anyways.

“Please ma”

“Good.” I get on his lap and start kissing him. Chris starts making his way to my neck, then the bottom of my neck, then to my chest.

He grabs my bra and takes it off. He throws it somewhere in the room and starts sucking of my left boob.

I let out a moan as he grips my right boob. He lets it go with a pop. He moves to my right boob and starts sucking.

I slide my hands under his shirt and start massaging his chest. I tug on the bottom of the hem the shirt singling that I want it off.

Chris let’s go of my boob and takes his shirt off.

“Chris hurry up and just put it in.”

“Put what in?” He asks me with a smirk forming on his face.

I hate when he does this. He makes me tell him what I want when he damn knows what I want.

“Will you please put your cock in my pussy?” I ask him with a straight face.

“Of course ma. So needy.”

I scrunch my nose and look at him with a smirk. “Oh yeah? I’m not the one who was crying because of how bad they needed to cum was I?”

Chris just rolls his eyes and quietly giggles. He grabs my hips and lifts them up allowing his dick to be right under my throbbing pussy.

I grab his dick and align it with my dripping hole. I slowly slide it in as Chris lets go of my hips and lets them drop which leads to me letting out a loud moan.

“Oh my god Chris”

Chris starts thrusting up into me. Once I finally get used to him I push his hips down and I start bouncing on his cock.

Chris absolutely loves it when I take the lead. All he does is put his hands on my hips and lets his head fall back.

“Oh my god baby you feel so good”

I can feel me start to reach my orgasm.

“Chris I’m close” I moan out his name

“Me too baby, me too”

I bounce down and reach my orgasm. As I ride out my high I feel Chris reach his orgasm. Once we’re both calm from our orgasms I fall into Chris’s chest.

“You did so good baby”

I just hum in response since I’m so tired.

“Want me to run you a bath?”

“Please.” I look up at Chris and just find him staring at me. He smiles at me. I give him a small smile back.

He gently pushes me off of him so he can go to the bathroom.

He goes to the closet grabs himself some boxers and grabs me a bra and panties.

He also grabs our pjs for after the bath.

“Come on baby let’s get you cleaned up”

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a/n : sorry that was short but my friends found my acc so I felt weird writing more smut 🤷‍♀️. I have another idea for another story but I’m still deciding if it’s gonna be Matt or Chris. Also tysm for all the support on part 1. I’m really glad yall enjoyed it and for my first fanfic yall thought it was good. I’ll be working on the other story so it might take a little while

Anyways thank you again! 🤍

#chris sturniolo fluff #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets fluff #sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo smut #sturniolo

[miuszn]

HII!! i love your writing sm, so i wanted to send in a request. I KNOW THIS IS SO CLICHÉ AND OVERDONE 😭😭 BUT could you possibly write a seven minutes in heaven scenario with ellie or abby. maybe reader n ellie/abby don’t really like each other, or they have tension ?? idk

seven minutes

SETTING : college / modern au

WC : 3120

WARNINGS : not beta read , fingering , cunnilingus ( r!recieving both ) , kinda vanilla again ( sorry ) , top!ellie , one-sided rivalry , intentional lowercase , this might kinda seem like dubcon but it’s not reader is just shy , english isn’t my first language and i’m not perfectly fluent so there might be mistakes ( lmk if there’s any )

A / N : hii everyone !! aaa im so glad i finally finished this 😭😭 i love these corny cliche scenarios soooo much but only when it’s w women otherwise it’s just so bleh . women do everything better so true !! anywhooo i hope u guys enjoy this and tysm for requesting this bc i wanted to write something like this but didnt think anyone would want it .. ALSO IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO INCLUDE ABBY WHEN I STARTED WRITING BC I SAVED THE ASK TO DRAFTS TO KEEP IT THERE N ONLY NOTICED NOW JFJDHDKDJ pls forgive me .. ill include ellie & abby tension over reader in the future i promise 🙏🙏

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

“dina, i’m not going.”

you had no idea how many times you told her this, but you weren’t planning on changing your mind. you had gone to a few parties here and there, sure, but it wasn’t really your thing. you enjoyed going to them every once in a while to go out and loosen up, get your mind off of stress, but that was it. you weren't particularly crazy about it at the same level of other people your age, not even as much as dina, who’s considered a more casual partygoer. you had given her some excuse about having a project to work on, but the truth was, that wasn’t your concern. in fact, you didn’t have a project to work on at all. you made it all up. you even considered going to that party when dina first told you about it, but a few days later you overheard some classmates talk about how ellie williams out of all people would be going.

ellie ellie ellie. she drive you nuts for all the wrong reasons. you could tell she disliked you from the start, which that in itself made you dislike her as well. you wondered what you could’ve possibly done to anger her. but your dislike for her only grew when you realized just how irresponsible she was. she slept in, often came hungover to class, and yet she still scored the highest. even higher than you. and that really set you off. you had been an overachiever all your life, and all of a sudden some loser who doesn’t even put any effort into anything is beating you at everything. but most of all, it intrigued you a little more than it did anger you. you wished you could take a peek into her brain and see how the hell she managed to do it. your first thought was she copied answers off of people. seemed the most logical, right? but she was scoring the highest. how the hell could she score higher than anyone that she could even copy off of? hell, she even answered open-ended questions more detailed and well-written than you did. it didn’t make any sense. that’s the worst part of it all. you couldn’t even come up with a logical explanation as to how she could even do this.

little did you know, though, she was completely aware of your one-sided rivalry, and she found it adorable. she never tried to compete with you, but she thought it was hilarious watching you try so hard to compete with her. the first time she saw you, she was immediately drawn to you. your spotless image, valedictorian from your high school who had a perfect gpa and perfect test scores. you were perfect. but she wanted to see you crack. she wanted to see what was under all those layers (both figuratively and literally) and see what you were truly like. she knew you seeing her put in no effort into school yet still doing better than you would anger you. that’s exactly what she wanted. sure, she was in a way getting you to hate her, but it was a risk she was willing to take just to get a reaction out of you. and little did you know, you were attracted to her. and she was aware.

“come on, i don’t know why you’re acting like this all of a sudden,” dina whined. “you said you’d come along when i first told you about it.”

“i said i’d think about it,” you corrected her. “i’m just not really feeling it. besides i already told you i have this project to work on.”

“what’s it for?”

“it’s, uh..” you tried to come up with a lie on the spot. “it’s for calculus.”

“no way, we have a project in that class?” she asked, surprised, “i can’t believe i had no idea! when is it due?”

shit. you forgot you had that class with her.

“it’s for tomorrow, i think..” you kept going along with your lie.

“bullshit,” she laughed, “if we really had a project due tomorrow you would already have it done. and there’s no way i’d miss a project for that class!”

“fine,” you sighed, “i just needed an excuse so you’d leave me alone. but i really don’t want to go.”

“nope, because you lied you have to come.”

“why?!”

“because it’s fair!” she said, “besides, you definitely owe me one for going to that stupid concert with you the other day.”

you rolled your eyes. “you said you enjoyed it.”

“yeah, well, i lied. do you seriously think i’d ever like-“

“alright that’s enough!” you sighed. “i’ll go. but we are leaving early that night”

“deal.”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

“dinaaa, hurry up!” you knocked on the bathroom door. the main downside of sharing an apartment with your best friend was the fact she took forever to get out of the bathroom. you both decided it would be a good idea, you found a nice complex near campus and the rent was almost the same as a dorm room, so it was a no-brainer.

“five minutes!” she yelled back. five minutes my ass, you thought. at least this time you thought ahead of time and got in there before her. your outfit wasn’t anything fancy, of course, but you still wanted to dress cute. you had a black tube mini-skirt and white baby tee, just something you threw on that was comfortable but still looked alright. you had struggled a little to decide what to wear, you didn’t want to stand out too much but you still for some reason wanted to impress ellie deep down. you just brushed this off as an unwanted thought and ignored it, but it continued to linger in your mind. why do i even care what she thinks of me? you asked yourself.

about fifteen minutes later, dina finally came out of the bathroom.

“you said five”

“well, i still look good, don’t i?” she jokingly posed.

“yeah, yeah, whatever. let’s get going.”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

if there was one thing you could absolutely not stand about house parties, it was the stench inside the house. god was it awful. half of these people were frat boys who didn’t know what deodorant was and had been sweaty all night, and all this mixed with the smell of alcohol just made matters worse. most of the people were inside the house enjoying the music and the drinks, but you simply hung outside with dina chatting while drinking out of those cliche red cups you see in movies. you really couldn’t wait to get out of there, but yet again, that little voice in the back of your head made you think about ellie. you thought it was good you didn’t see her, but at the same time, you wanted to see her. it was a strange feeling. you couldn’t tell if it was curiosity, intrusive thoughts, or attraction. whatever it was, there was no way it was the last option.

about an hour passed and you were starting to get bored. just as you were about to suggest to dina you leave, a group of 8-ish people came out of the house to the backyard. among them was ellie. the moment you saw her you realized just how attractive she is. you had never looked at her enough to tell, but now it was evident. now you were even more confused. but you simply told yourself you can think she’s attractive and not be attracted to her.

you were so lost in thought you didn’t even realize one of the guys was talking to you and dina had to hit you on the shoulder to get your attention.

“is this chick high or something?” one of them laughed.

“uh- no- sorry. just kinda pensive.” you tried your hardest to avoid eye contact with ellie, and luckily this time you managed to do so. it just would’ve made things way more awkward.

“anyway-“ one of the guys started. “we were thinking since none of us wanna be with those people inside the house, we could just do something else to have fun.”

“what’re you thinking?” dina asked.

“7 minutes in heaven.”

you and dina were both a little stunned. you would’ve thought about some other thing, but you decided to go along with it anyway. not like anything could go wrong.

you all sat in a circle, and one of them began explaining the rules.

“simple, you spin the bottle, whoever it lands on, you have to go in the shed for 7 minutes and do any romantic or sexual act. kissing, making out, having sex even. but there has to be some proof you did something. if you didn’t do anything in the 7 minutes or refused to do anything in the first place, you take a shot. everyone got it?”

everyone nodded, and the game began. most people took a shot, about half an hour of the game went by and not a single person had gone into the shed. you landed on a few of the guys and vice versa, and while most of them were totally down to go in the shed with you, you most definitely weren’t. you weren’t sure if it was just you imagining things, but you felt you saw the slightest bit of anger and jealousy in ellie’s eyes anytime the bottle landed on you and the guys wanted to go in the shed with you, and she was relieved any time you took a shot. you found it strange. why did it matter to her? but you were sure you were just making things up.

you were starting to feel more and more tipsy from the drinks, standing on the line between drunk and sober. you were self-aware enough to tell yourself to not have any more drinks. one more spin, you told yourself. that was it. you spun the bottle, and surprise surprise, it landed on none other than ellie herself.

there was an awkward silence for a moment. you didn’t know what to do. it would be super awkward if either one of you accepted and the other declined.

one of the guys broke the silence first. “sooo.. are y’all going in the shed or not?”

“depends on her.” ellie smirked.

your face got a little hot. a soft red tinted your cheeks and you nodded, accepting in the heat of the moment. you were sure it was just your drunk mind making the decisions for you, but it wasn’t. you were very aware of the decision you had just made. but it hadn’t hit you yet. not until she walked behind you into the shed and shut the door.

“didn’t think you were into me like that,” ellie broke the silence. “i always thought you hated me or somethin’.”

you didn’t really know what to say. you mumbled some nonsense trying to come up with something fast.

“do i make you nervous?” she asked.

“sort of..” you were able to respond.

“ohh, i see,” she interrupted. “you just pretended to hate me for whatever reason.”

“no!” you protested. “i wasn’t pretending- i mean, i don’t hate you, it’s just. ugh.”

you gave up on trying to explain yourself when you realized just how childish and irrational you acted. seriously, disliking someone for outperforming you at your big age? the more you thought about it, the more embarassed you were about it. was it the alcohol doing this to you? it was all so confusing.

“why’d you accept to come into the shed with me?”

you didn’t respond, just shrugged. you didn’t know. you must’ve woken up on the wrong side of bed or something. you were acting very irrational today, and it’s like someone else was making decisions for you.

you didn’t realize she had pretty much backed you against one of the walls of the small room until now. this feeling, that you couldn’t quite put a name on, was so sudden and so foreign. did you have feelings for her that you had just been pushing away all this time because of jealousy? if not, what the hell was it?

her hand wandered up your skirt, stopping right before reaching your cunt. she looked up at you as if asking for approval, and although you hesitated for a moment, it’s as if your body made the decision for you and you nodded.

she didn’t waste any time and dipped her hand in your panties, rubbing circles on your clit to tease you, causing you to whimper and moan softly.

“so classy and put together whenever i see you, but look at you right now,” she teased. “no one would ever think you’d be whimpering for me like this.”

you blushed and looked away in embarrassment. you didn’t get why that made you blush. so many thoughts were racing through your head, so many conflicting feelings. yet you didn’t try to pull away, even though you had many opportunities to do so.

her touches weren’t enough and you were starting to get desperate, causing you to lightly buck your hips back and forth trying to feel her more.

“oh? someone’s desperate,” she chuckled. “alright, princess, i’ll give you what you want.”

you weren’t sure what she meant by that or what she was planning to do, but, for whatever reason, you trusted her.

she pulled her hand out of your panties, making you whine at the lack of contact.

“don’t worry, baby,” she said, getting down on her knees, her face at the level of your cunt. “i’ll take care of you real good.”

she started pulling down your panties and threw them somewhere on the floor, motioning you to put your leg on her shoulder. you seemed hesitant, thinking your leg might be kind of heavy for her to support on her shoulder. but she assured you it’d be fine.

her mouth was now millimeters away from your cunt. “if it’s too much, tell me to stop.” she looked up at you. you nodded, a little scared, but you still wanted to trust her.

she gave a long lick along your slit to tease you, making you gasp from the contact. she started mercilessly licking and sucking on your clit a little more intensely than you’d like her to, but at the same time, you liked it. you couldn’t tell her to stop. whimpers and moans came out of your mouth, being all that could be heard inside the small room aside from the wet sounds of ellie’s mouth on your cunt. you struggled more and more each second to stand as your legs wobbled and trembled from the sensation. she slid a finger inside you with ease, thrusting it in and out of you at a rapid pace which made you struggle to contain your moans that you started trying so hard to conceal since they only kept getting louder and louder. you had only been in that shed for about 6 minutes, but you were already about to reach your climax. and ellie was aware of this. she sped up her pace a little more, slurping up your juices like it was nothing.

after a moment, she lifted your leg from her shoulder and held your arm while getting up to make sure you could stabilize your footing.

“you okay?”

you nodded, and suddenly you realized what had just happened. ellie williams ate you out. you let the girl you swore you hated so bad eat you out, and you enjoyed it. you didn’t know what was the most shocking; that she didn’t hate you too, that she was even attracted to you, that she wanted to eat you out, or that you just let her. you weren’t sure wether you regretted it or not.

“what, you’re surprised you liked it or something?” she laughed, as if she had read your mind.

you felt your cheeks tint a slight red, and looked away in embarrassment, confirming she was right.

“shut up.” you rolled your eyes, turning to leave, but she grabbed your arm and stopped you.

“listen,” she looked into your eyes. “if you want, we can just forget about this. we don’t have to tell ‘em what happened.”

you nodded, and you both awkwardly walked back to the circle.

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

when you sat back down, dina looked you up and down and giggled.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” you whispered to her.

“you think we’re dumb?” she giggled. “there’s a reason neither of you had to take a shot. like for example, your messy hair.”

you realized it was obvious, and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole right there. you had a lot of different feelings about what just happened, but the main one was embarrassment. it would’ve been one thing if it happened and you didn’t like it, but the fact that you enjoyed it was humiliating. not only did you like it, but you wanted more. you started to take a liking to her, and you hated that.

after about 15 more minutes, everyone got tired of the game and decided to end it. you and dina decided to just go home now, although it was a little early, since you hadn’t been enjoying yourselves much.

as you waited on the front lawn of the house for your uber to get there, you heard a voice calling from behind.

“dina!”

you both turned around and surprise surprise, it was ellie.

“what is it?”

“can i talk to your friend real quick?”

you and dina looked at each other, and you sighed and decided to talk to her. you thought it’ll be quick, and if anything, when the uber arrives you can use it as your get out of jail free card.

you walked over to her and she seemed to be abnormally tense.

“i just, uh. i wanted to ask if you were fine after all that.” she mumbled with a genuine expression on her face.

“ellie, it’s fine.” you sighed.

“are you sure?”

“yes, don’t worry about it. seriously.”

you thought that was it, but she clearly had something else on her mind.

“ellie, spit it out.”

“well, also,” she looked up at you, “i wanted to ask you for your number. i don’t think i’ve ever actually talked to you aside from today.”

you chuckled in disbelief at the audacity this girl had. clearly she knew you’d say no, and just wanted to rile you up. but you wouldn't give her that satisfaction, so you dropped the expression immediately and instead had a calm look on your face.

“maybe some other time, babe”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

A / N : u guys know i don’t rlly like adding notes at the end of my fics but i felt i must clarify the last sentence isn’t reader having a complete 180 change of personality all of a sudden rather just acting different than she was right before leaving to sort of leave ellie stunned if that makes sense but i didn’t know how to end it and clarify that eheh also i might make a part 2 of this after i finish my next fic and the part 2 to my other fic if u guys want it <3 also ONCE AGAIN english is not my first language i’m not completely fluent yet and i write as a way to practice ++ i don’t have a beta reader sooo if u guys find mistakes PLEASE let me know !! thx for reading <33

#arielle writes ୨୧ #arielle’s 18+ ୨୧ #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #ellie x reader #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou 2 #ellie williams x you #tlou x reader

[sadie-bug345]

Ok so can I maybe get greasers headcanons with an absolute academic weapon s/o (think Rory Gilmore/annabeth chase/Devi Vishwakumar) who’s parents like make them get all A’s and they are very Ivy League bound, always dressing in blazers/looking very sharp and corporate and super ambitious? (Probs academic rivals with pony lowkey 💀) Thanks so much lmao I think Dallys is going to be 🔥🔥

YESSS 🫶🫶 i myself am an academic weapon🧐(JK LMAO ap physics has made me lose my will to live) ANYWAYS

ponyboy:

yall are actually so cute together ngl

like you guys study for tests together and do hw together

cause you guys are in the same honors classes and stuff

some days pony will get cocky and be like “i’m so much better than you at bio” or smth like that (🙄)

and then you guys get into competitions to see how many times you can get correct answers in class it’s actually crazy

everyone else in class is like 😟 LMAOO

sodapop:

soda is a little on the dumber side😭

im sorry i feel like its canon that he’s a lil slower

WHICH IS OK

but he’ll try and watch you do hw and then get bored like instantly

that or confused

he always says “i was good at math til they added letters🤓☝️”

and you’re just like🥱

LMAO you guys are good for each other tho

cause you convince him to prioritize some form of learning

and he helps you let loose

johnny:

he is honestly really sweet🫶

like understanding when you turn down hangouts cause you got final exams and you cram like crazy

but he also loooves just chilling in your room while you do homework

his catchphrase is “just ask the teacher tomorrow, man”

and you’re just like “🧍‍♀️ it’s a friday night”

anyways he’s just really supportive and proud when you come back with all As on your report card🙏😜🤩

darry:

HE GETS IT

he is real supportive

hes all abt that grind as we know PLUS he canonically gets on pony for his grades

so he’s glad that he don’t gotta worry at all abt that for you

he’s so proud and happy when you get a good score on a test you were worried about and yall go on a lil date night🫶🙏

dally:

he couldn’t care less i’m sorry😭🥱

like DONT GET ME WRONG

hes secretly like super impressed and proud to have a smart asf s/o

but he gets butthurt when you blow him off cause you got a test tomorrow and you’re going to bed early

dal never really had the internal motivation to actually put stuff into school so he just doesn’t get it

whenever you try and include him w your studying/homework he tries to help w flashcards

and whenever you get the answer right and it’s super specific he’s just like 😟

and you’re like “right?” and he’s like “…yeah”

MY GUY IS SCARED cause he knows you could just totally destroy him intellectually🧐

also cause he’s scared you’ll realize you’re too good for him

but its okay 🫶🫶

two-bit

he thinks school is boring like bruh is a total super duper senior just for the friends but the academics

BRO CLOCKS OUT

meanwhile it’s like a major part of your life

hes really impressed

whenever you get some academic award he’s always like “WOOOOOO”

LMAO

you guys have really funny fake arguments

which you destroy him in

youre just like “that’s a fallacy…and that’s a fallacy…bandwagon”

boom roasted asf

steve:

you tutor him kinda on yiur school subjects

yk the study method where you explain a concept to someone else to help you remember it?

you do that for him but he’s just like 😀🧍‍♂️

“and that’s pretty much what mitosis is!”

and hes like ”…i’m glad😀”

LMAOOO

he’ll also try and teach you abt cars and car parts

which is just a bit of a struggle🤏😀

TYSM FOR REQUESTING🤩 my inbox is open! i’m really trying to get to everyone’s and some take more thought for me to plan than others so sorry if they take a while🥰🤪‼️

#dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #the outsiders #matt dillon #the outsiders sodapop #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy curtis x reader #darry curtis #darry curtis x reader #steve randle #steve randle x reader #two bit x reader #two bit mathews #outsiders

[raparopa]

Headcanons of a what a jealous Nikolai Lanstov would look like and bonus points if we see how he apologizes for thinking you were flirting with some other guy🙏🙏🙏TYSM!!!!

a/n: ok guys! I've already received a decent number of requests, and I think I'll wait until there are about 10 of them or something no MORE! let's call it the "Shadow and Bone" marathon. I sincerely hope that I will be able to fulfill ALL of your requests! Love you 🫀

warnings: none

pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

　 ҉　Tolya is very nice. He is fond of poetry, he is cheerful and strong, and in general, Tolya is Tolya. You won't get bored with Tolya, that's for sure. But why did Nikolai so sharply began to despise all these feelings in his friend? How did this happen in just...a moment?

　 ҉　Aha! Maybe it's because instead of spending a royal evening in the arms of your prince (privateer), you, my dear, preferred to exchange something incredibly fun with Mr. Hearttender?

　 ҉　At first, Nikolai does not notice this. You are all friends for a long time and for a long time, and Tolya is your mutual friend, but the longer the evening goes on, the more restless the beautiful Николаша* feels. He finds you in the crowd, exhaling with relief, seeing you in the company of such a reliable guy as Tolya, exchanges smiles with you and continues his rest.

　 ҉　But...

　 ҉　What are you laughing at so loudly? You never laughed like that when Nikolai said... What's going on between you two?

　 ҉　Why are you standing so close? He clearly doesn't like the fact that you're not sitting next to him.

　 ҉　He catches your eye again, but this time with a message like, "Girl, are you serious?" What do you prefer to simply brush aside, not noticing the change in Lantsov's mood.

　 ҉　Saints, what's going on? Why don't you even look at him? He crumples for a couple of minutes, thinking: how and what.

　 ҉　Nikolai is clearly uncomfortable with your conversations with Tolya. He gets up from the table and walks over to you, putting on the widest, MOST insincere smile he has in his arsenal.

　 ҉　- Oh, Tolya! - Sturmhond sings sweetly. - Oh, Y/N, - he takes you by the hand. - I'm so sorry that I spoil this wonderful and fun evening for you, - Saints, Nikolai, you sound so affected and implausible that my head is spinning. - And I certainly would not want to spoil your leisure time with my inappropriate presence, Tolya ...

　 ҉　He emphasizes his name on purpose, looking meaningfully at his friend. Tolya did not understand anything. You guessed right away.

　 ҉　-Once again, I sincerely apologize, but let me steal my missus Y/N from you, of course, she will not have as much fun with me as with you, but I would like to make at least a small attempt to get closer to your…-he is tense exhales.-...charm.

　 ҉　Tolya understood. And Tolya is clearly amused. He giggles into his fist, glancing at you and Nikolai. - Of course, Nikolai. I'll go check the snack table, see if something happened to it. -Tolya simply answers, nodding again.

　 ҉　Jealous Nikolai is a wonderful miracle, the best performance you have ever seen in your life.

x x x

-That was stupid, Nikolai,- you say, folding your arms over your chest. Nikolai just looks up at you, sitting on the bed, wringing his fingers. ---Коля*, you are a fool,- you say, trying to speak more strictly. -I will omit the fact that I considered me a person capable of such a terrible betrayal.

Nikolai rolled his eyes at your words.

-Yes, please forgive me, dear, I just...

-Just what?- you pressed, no longer trying to hide a smile. -Behaved like an idiot, you're right, as always right. he smirks. -Am I officially forgiven?

You stare thoughtfully at the ceiling.

- You will. As soon as you dance with me, мой царевич*.

Николаша*-Nicolasha

Коля*-Kolya

Мой Царевич*-my prince

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone season two

[lovely-josuke]

❝LA MAS PERFECTA — SPIDERVERSE HCS

summary ; miguel with a hispanic girlfriend who may not seem like she’s of hispanic descent and she feels insecure about it.

pairing ; miguel o’hara x hispanic fem!reader (reader’s race is not stated)

note ; the way i reached my target audience with my baile hcs 🙏 to the lovely anon who requested this, mwah <3 tysm for giving me the opportunity to write more especially for miguel. lastly, it was requested the reader be white & mexican if possible so i wrote it in mind but feel free to imagine it as you wish.

• — miguel o’hara !

you might not tell him but miguel is quick to catch onto the insecurity. he’s very observant to your body language or the way your eyes shift from him.

he first noticed it when he was speaking to you in spanish. you were hesitant to respond but did it either way. miguel will ask you if everything’s fine and when you say yes, he drops it. he was kind of curious though he never wants to pry if you don’t want to talk about it.

he’ll eventually put the pieces and he ends up so confused. why do you feel this way? miguel thinks there’s no reason for you to compare yourself to others of your race. you’re perfect just the way you are.

it starts bothering miguel a little too much, narrowing his eyes as he tries wondering what bothers you so much. he’s not one to beat around the bush so he will be up and front about it. he will get an answer from you. you’ll tell him you feel a bit excluded and he’ll ask you for what reason specifically.

if you tell him it’s because you can’t speak spanish well, or feel like you can’t, he just tells you, “so what?” at least you’re making an effort and learning. there’s some that won’t even try or don’t know a single word. now that, he says, is something different. he’ll tell you that you speak it perfectly fine to him and that’s that.

if you tell miguel about your skin tone, he’ll stop you right then and there. he tells you that it should be the least of your worries because all hispanics don’t have the same skin tone, so you don’t need to fit what you think is the stereotype is and it’s what makes us so unique.

maybe you’ll say it’s because you’re not so inclusive on what your culture does. he sigh and place his hands on your shoulders, making you look at him. “just because you don’t celebrate them doesn’t mean anything.” he doesn’t celebrate mexican traditions as much either.

but when you mention that, he definitely starts looking into traditional celebrations that might be held nearby so he can take you. he’ll tell you about it in hopes that you’ll want to go and check it out with him.

even attempts to get you to go dressed with traditional clothing to that certain celebration. you told him you’d do it if he does it and he’s dressed up in a heartbeat.

when you see miguel come out of the room in the festival’s clothing, you can’t help but laugh. there’s a small smile that appears on his face briefly. you barely see him in anything else besides his red and blue spider—man suit. meanwhile, as you’re enjoying your time laughing, he’s admiring how perfect you look.

the entire time at the festival, he’s pointing things out and telling you what the whole purpose of it is. he’d spent his entire night researching about it so he can tell you. he’ll even encourage you to participate in the dances or small games they have set out.

tell him you want him to join you and agrees to it. he feels happy to know you want him to experience this moment alongside of you.

after the festival is over, you thank him a lot for doing this for you. let him know all your favorite things you two did today. you’ll thank him and say that you finally didn’t feel insecure about yourself. he’ll be happy and gives you a kiss on the cheek, complimenting you about how perfect you look.

“pero sabes algo,” miguel fixes the flower you’d tucked by your ear. he leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek and lingering there, “tu fuisteis la mas perfecta de todas.” his voice says in a whisper, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you into a tight embrace. (t: but you know what, you were the most perfect girl from all.)

#spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #itsv x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x reader #latina reader #x latina reader #x hispanic reader #miguel o’hara x hispanic reader

[coloradosnumber1dad]

On the Come Up Part 2 | Trevor Philips x reader

Part 1

@bitter-rabittt tysm for liking it 🙏🙏 I added the ending just for you 😋 sry it took a minute I’ve been super out of it lately

Warnings: Angst, smut, drinking/drug use, reader is afab but not referred to in any specific way

It was 3 weeks since shit hit the fan with Trevor. 3 weeks starved of his touch. He hurt you. He promised he would quit. You knew he wouldn’t. Obviously not. He’s an addict. But you found yourself, lately, waking up in the middle of the night, reaching out for him. And he isn’t there.

“Trev?” You startled yourself awake with a sound coming from outside. You looked around the room, rubbing your eyes and hoping the little spots in your vision would turn into his silhouette. Your hand chopped through the air, nothing. You wrapped your hands around your cold body, shuffling around in bed to find the robe you discarded somewhere before you fell asleep. Standing up, you slipped it over your shoulders, making your way out into the living room. You hated the sound of your feet shuffling around on your own. You were so used to the constant company of Trevor, following you around like a lost puppy.

You looked at the clock on the wall, dimly lit from the moonlight, 2:49.

Fuck.

Your hand hovered over your phone. I need him. No. Not after everything you worked so hard for.

Your hand hovered over your phone. One text can’t be that bad, right?

No. No way.

You stalked over to the kitchen and poured yourself a drink.

Sip, maybe.

Sip, What’s the worst that could happen?

Gone, I wonder what he’s up to?

You poured yourself another glass and settled into the couch, picking up the book you’ve been reading, trying to pull yourself away from the thoughts of him. His touch, the way he held you together. How his scarred hands perfectly cupped your curves, his hands traveling all over your body on a cross country trip, not stopping until every inch of you was warm.

The drinks lulled you into an altered state of consciousness. You weren’t a good person when you drank.

“Trevor,” you whispered out into the darkness, smelling the alcohol on your breath waft back into your face. You picked up your phone, the screen lighting up your face in the darkness of the room.

One call wouldn’t hurt.

The phone trilled

Silence

Again

Silence

“Y/N?” His voice was gruff and uncomfortable to listen to

“I need you,” you exhaled, you wished you didn’t want him. You wished that he couldn’t make everything better. You wished you could leave him behind

“Fuck,” You could hear rustling on the other end of the line and then his door slamming.

Then he hung up.

You anxiously waited for what was going to happen when he showed up. Was there going to be a gun to your head? Were you going to make up? Was he going to tell you how much better his life was without you in it? You paced around in the dark, you couldn’t look at yourself. Your hands shook until you heard his truck drive into the car park.

The door slammed. You could hear his heavy footsteps.

You walked up and opened the door as he was coming up the porch steps “Trev,” you breathed out.

He didn’t even answer before he was through the door and pushing you up against the nearest wall. His hands roamed your body, touching every inch of you. He found himself back in between your thighs, where hit fit almost perfectly.

“I’ve missed you,” you breathed out, alcohol laced your breath “I’ve missed the way you touch me, the way you make me feel.”

He only grunted in response as his rough scarred hands found your boobs underneath your shirt.

“God I’ve missed these tits.” Was all he managed to say as he continued to grope you. Most women would think of that as inconsiderate or unloving, hearing it from Trevor made you realize how much he cared about you. How much he missed you.

Maybe he was just horny.

“Mm, need you, Trev” You bucked your hips against him, desperate for any sort of friction

“So fucking ready for me huh?” He hooked his fingers around your underwear and pulled them down. He wiped his fingers up and down your slit, making you shudder in pleasure “So wet for me”

“Only for you, I waited for you” you had. You never so much as looked at another man, you knew the conflict wouldn’t last long. You had touched yourself, late at night, all alone. But you just couldn’t get off without him there, guiding you, watching you.

Without warning he shoved two fingers deep inside you, pumping in and out, hitting that perfect spongy spot deep inside your cunt. He lifted your thigh up around his waist. This gave him better access to finger fuck you deeper.

“Ohh,” you gasped out, clenching around his digits desperately. You were a goner. “So close Trev, oh god”

“Fuckin’ ohh fuckin missed you baby. Missed this pussy. Always so good for me.” He kept grunting as he fingered you, humping his clothed erection on your thigh.

You moaned louder as you felt yourself near the edge, you were so close, just one more push and you’d be there.

But he stopped.

He pulled his fingers out of you as you whined at the loss of contact. “So needy huh? Calm your tits baby, I’m gonna fuck you real good don’t worry.”

He pulled down his pants slightly and pulled himself out of his boxers. You bit your lips to hold back moans as he stroked himself in front of you. His dick twitched in his hand and precum leaked from the tip.

“Please, Trev, I need you so bad,” He groaned in response as he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself into you in one swift motion. The stretch made tears prick the corners of your eyes as he thrusted into you as hard as he could.

“I fucking hate you for what you put me through.” He said through gritted teeth as he fucked you harder, making the pictures on your wall shake. His words surprised you. Hadn’t he just been over the moon a second ago?

“You think I-“ you moaned as he hit a spot that made you see stars. A spot only he could reach “You think I don’t know that? You are a drunken piece of shit, Trevor Philips. I hate your guts as much as the fuckers in los santos that want you killed.” You collapsed into his chest, he smelled like smoke and sweat

“I fucking, I gave you everything I had” He slammed his hips into yours, causing your knees to give out a little

“So did I. I gave my whole fucking life for you.” He quickened his pace as he neared his release

“What did you ever give?” He peered down at you, though his eyes darted away from yours every time you tried to make eye contact

“I-I gave up a decent life, a decent job, to live with you. An alcoholic, fucked up addict who can’t seem to understand other people have feelings too“ You clenched around him as your orgasm hit you like a bus. You both didn’t say anything for a few minutes. He kept thrusting into you, the only sound echoing in the house was your panting and skin hitting skin

He broke the silence “I fucking hate you. I hate you.”

“Fuck, then why don’t you fucking go, go back to your shitty trailer, and your drugs, and your goons.”

You didn’t even bother to pick up your underwear as you made your way to the bedroom, laying down in bed. You squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to keep your crying at bay.

After a few minutes you heard familiar limping footsteps nearing closer. You didn’t say a word as Trevor crawled into bed next to you. You slung your arm over his waist as he curled up into fetal position in the bed you used to share.

He held your hand close to his heart, feeling the steady beat as you both laid there in silence. You both knew each other’s eyes were open and alert. You both felt the tension hang in the air around you, your bodies smelling of sex and regret.

“Fucking hate you, I hate that I want you back” he mumbled into your pillow

You hugged him closer and leaned down to press kisses into his back

“Me too, me too”

#trevor philips x reader #trevor philips #gta 5 #coloradosnumber1dad #gta v #trevor philips gta

[dreams-and-drabbles]

genshin men reacting to u in lingerie part two? can u add my baby girls Childe and Kaeya next? ☺️

Of course <33 Tysm for the ask, Anon! I hope you have a wonderful day! I’m terribly sorry for answering so late!!! 😭🙏

Childe

Oh, he’s absolutely insufferable.

He teases you about it, for sure. Like—

“If you wanted nice underwear there was no need to waste your mora. I’d be more than happy to buy them for you. Of course, we’d have to see how they looked first…”

He’s incredibly smug about it, and oftentimes drops comments like, “You know, red is more of a Fatui color...”

Of course, he knows when to let things lay. After a month or so, he drops it.

Although, he is a bit more touchy than he was before…

Kaeya

Kaeya is a complete gentleman about it… At first.

He apologizes and lets you be, but occasionally he’ll say something along the lines of—

“I’m surprised at your attire today, for some reason I was sure you’d be wearing something a bit more lacy…”

You don’t have any clue how to respond to his jests. They’re so subtle that you low-key think you’re overthinking things.

Kaeya, however, lives for the confusion he causes—

If you confront him about it, you can be sure he’ll be incredibly open about his intentions— ((if you let him, he’ll show you exactly what he wants to do with those garments)

Scaramouche

He stands there momentarily, before smirking at you deviously, and then leaving the room.

Somehow or another, you now have only the nicest of undergarments in your drawers.

Scaramouche seems to be taunting you, as every time you run into him, he just gives you this look— It’s like he’s daring you to say something, and archons does it piss you off.

Somehow or another, you seem to run into him at least once a day. You really wonder what the he’ll he’s playing at, but you’re afraid to ask too—

“Such a cute little mouse… Still, mice can be rather pesky as well… Let’s see how long you can last?”

Kaveh

He slams the door in your face. Afterwards, he stands outside the door and apologizes in his normal tone.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t bring it up or tease you at all.

You have noticed that he’s always knocking on the door now, before entering a room. He no longer waltzes in like he owns the place.

“I believe we need to incorporate some sort of schedule or system… We can each have our own time to use the facilities. Ah, I could always design separate rooms, but unfortunately I do not have the funds to incorporate them— You can stop laughing!!! It’s not a light matter!!”

#genshin impact #thanks for the ask! #genshin x reader #send asks #genshin headcanons #kaveh x reader #scaramouche x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader

[prince-liest]

Your last 666 series installment is the best thing that happened to me. Its full of gore, somehow fluffy and wait-.. do I finally see some FRICKING COMUNICATION between the two idiots!?!?!

Ngl, Vox's 'Alastor not being able to love' statement hurt my soul. Your writing is brilliant and and let's just see what ending ya wro-..O MA LORD IS THAT VAL'S LOVE POTION!?!?!?!?

Now I need to know what's next!!!! And VOX I SWEAR IF U USE THIS SITUATION IN ANY WAY IM GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE.

This series is a blast♡ love it!♡ makes me weirdly passionate and excited hah!

Some communication, and some communication failure, hahaha. They're going to be talking a lot more in the next one, actually, because I meant to write some NSFW and they had to go and attempt a healthy conversation instead. What can you do.

Thank you so much, I'm delighted that you're enjoying! :D

And: Way more anon asks about the latest 666 getting answered under the cut! <3 I combined a bunch from the last couple of days.

prince, I'm going insane over the latest fic. so we know from Alastor's inner monologue that he knows the roofie was an accident, but considering the super stressful situation, the fact that Vox was the one to ask for a kiss and the fact that Alastor accused him of wanting instead of loving him not a few minutes ago…. makes me wonder if Vox might not be at least a little worred that Alastor might think it was on purpose <3 gonna be rotating this in my head for the foreseeable future - ✨

I am so glad that these things are on y'all's minds, hahaha. Because you can bet they are on mine. >:D And THANK YOU, very pleased to be dragging everyone down into insanity with me.

“Should I stitch together the scars your teeth left in me in a mirror of my own signature on your body.” Fucking. POETRY. 🐈‍⬛

I am always so happy when I write shit like this and instead of everyone pointing at me and going, "Look, what an EDGELORD!" the response is you people being VERY nice and leaning into the feelsy fun! 💛

holy moly ??? i love the new 666 addition aaaah 😭🙏 the trials and tribulations of feeling scorned and ghosted by a loser who confessed his love to you and the next time you see him he’s holding your LITERAL heart in his hands by alastor ! OMFG this was too good esp the part where vox is like “bro why do YOU CARE ?? i thought you didn’t love me huh?” and alastor is like well. maybe i.do. 😐 LIKE CMONN this really played out like some soap drama and i loved the neat details on resuscitative thoroctomy (learned a new word too so double bonus) the fact vel was on the line w her and val’s apparent surgeon for val’a little ‘incidents ??? GOLDEN I SAYY hope we see more of ur oc … 🫣🫣 btw ofc vox would love to an end an argument with a kiss OF FUCKING COURSE HE WOULD 😭 thank u sm for this chapter princeliest my dear <3 hope life is treating u well too !! -🦌

Vox is ahead of Alastor in terms of effective in-the-moment conflict resolution, but goddamn if he isn't fucked up in his own fun little ways. They're so not done with most of these issues, but at least they're on they're way to maybe be able to have a real conversation about them!

You know. If they chose to do that kind thing. Instead of whatever they will probably do instead.

Anyway, THANK YOU!! I had a great deal of fun writing this chapter and digging into some of the issues that have been slowly collecting underneath the surface of kinky radiostatic, so I'm happy you guys are enjoying as well!! :D

AS FOR MY OC... I WILL POST ABOUT THEM SOON. I LOVE THEM A LOT AND IT EXCITES ME THAT PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW MORE OF THEM. Tysm for asking Q^Q

Just read the new addition to the 666 verse, and inside of me are two wolves: The first is saying: Immaculate, artistry of the highest form. We finally get Alastor’s own confrontation with his vulnerability and him trying to figure out what exactly the relationship with Vox means to him. Cannot wait for how this all is going to develop. The other part of me: THE BREADCRUMBS WORKED THE MUSE IS WRITING!!! Followed by this image (since tumblr won’t let me attach it while being anonymous) https://i.redd.it/hx2shk642vs71.jpg -🕊️

LMAO THAT PIC. Amazing, flawless, thank you. The breadcrumbs DEFINITELY worked, please keep feeding. Digging into Alastor's shit is bringing me life and I'm happy to share it, hahaha. We're swinging even harder on the introspection in the next one!

As a sucker for medical gore and aroace angst, I lack the words to express my love and appreciation for your most recent installment of 666, but your writing of radiostatic's dynamic was captivating and proved to be such a lovely read as always! I loved that you touched on Alastor's relationships with the women around him as that has always been such an interesting aspect of his character to me! I never really put much thought into how Vox's apparent avoidance of Alastor in the show could mirror Alastor's disappearance, and now it will Not leave my mind. My heart hurts for these two dorks, super looking forward to chapter 2!

"Medical gore and aroace angst" should be the title of my memoir. Honestly, this series has ended up a lot more edgy-bloody than I expected it to, since I usually tend to prefer to portray my whump/angst/violence/etc in a much more roundabout way, but it's actually kinda tipped over into, like... part of the point is how banal it is, how beside the point. The upsetting heavy-hitting bits aren't the blood, they're everything else that goes on around it. Anyway, thank you so much! <3 I think your heart will find some relief in chapter two, haha, I hope you enjoy!!

Meanwhile alastor, completely convinced that there’s no situation where vox actually loves him and is happy with the way things are—either vox wants more and is going to start asking for more, or he doesn’t actually love him and just wants to have sex with him and thus either way he is a Liar. They’re so fucking bad at this. No one is capable of being the adult here. I think they need an auspitice.

It's really funny that you said that, because that is kind of exactly the role that [spoiler] ends up playing, though in a more roundabout way, hahaha. They certainly need someone to, like, get them to be having the same conversation with each other instead of two parallel ones. I think the fun thing about writing Alastor reacting to his own feelings is just how much his reaction can change based on how things are framed for him, and it leaves a lot of wiggle room for how differently I've ended up writing him reacting to the season 1 finale in 666 vs in Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy.

But, god, you really nailed the description of what Alastor is feeling. <3

Vox in the latest 666, my ENTIRE HEART. Literally nothing about how he read the situation was a bad take or a leap to conclusions, but alastor constantly says the opposite of what he means and refuses to admit vulnerability or friendship and what the hell else was vox meant to do with that, of course he backed off, they need to have this talk so badly

YES, PRECISELY! Like, I hope it came through that really neither of them was completely crazy to react the way they did! It's a result of how much of their communication has been nonverbal, implied, and talking around things - they'd been doing so well up until this point, but there's only so far that can take you before you start thinking that you're on the same page when really you're reading two completely different books! Thank you sm! <3

‘But I am capable,” Alastor says gently. “I love you very much.” Vox gapes up at him. “...I. Fuck you.” His voice is tight, strained. “I don’t fucking believe you.” Alastor feels his smile thin. “Well. That’s just dandy, then, isn’t it?”’ I AM NOT OK GOING FUCKING FERAL

Probably one of my favorite lines to write, ehehehe. THANK YOU ANONNNN <3 It's kinda interesting to see how differently some people read this. Some folks thought Alastor was saying it to hurt Vox (which is how Vox read it). Some folks thought it was true (how Alastor intended it). Some folks thought Alastor was trying to fit into the mold that he thought Vox wanted from him (how I intended it). All of them make sense as readings! >:)

#ask #personal #Anonymous #black cat anon #sparkle anon #deer anon #dove anon #t #long post #tumblr if you break the cut on this one I'm gonna fuckin cry #answering 9 asks in one post here