#I’m so sorry for writing so much my god-

[latenightdaydreams]

https://twitter.com/Elizabeathof/status/1786741799345656150?t=tcjcoF3QJ3RVZBD8p2GWnw&s=19

Can you write about retired Konig who now lives in the country, walk pass the wood and accidentally catch reader like the video above and...well, you know, they fuck=)))

Imagine how lucky he would feel coming across reader. Also how lucky reader would be to come across a man like König. The one man I'd be okay seeing in the woods🤭😮‍💨🐻

Retired!König x Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, voyeurism, p in v, oral, filming

1.4k word count

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Once König had turned forty-seven, he decided it was time to retire. He had put thirty years into the service. It was about time he settled down and lived life. With some of his money, he paid in full for some land out in the county. It was 20 acres with a pleasant home on it. Part of the land was a heavily wooded area. It was perfect for him to start his new life away from KorTac and being Colonel König.

Today was like any day. After König ate breakfast, he puts on his boots, and leaves out the door. It is a bright summer day, so he heads into the woods to enjoy the shade. Branches snap underneath his heavy footsteps. 

He bends down to grab a big stick, hitting it against trees as he wanders. When he’s in the woods, it’s as if he is a kid again. He approaches his favorite tree to climb when something distracts him, looking around, wondering where it’s coming from. It sounds like a woman moaning. 

He walks with soft steps, being as quiet as he can be. His eyes darte all over, searching for the sound. That’s when he spots a white car parked on the side of the road near the tree line. As he approaches, he can see a fully naked young woman; bent over with a little pink thing dangling between your legs. His cock gets hard as he watches your body shake from the pleasure you’re feeling.

As you lean against your car you moan out loud, breasts jiggling as your body jumps. You make sure the camera is picking it all up, filming it for your Only Fans account. Looking up with a flirty smile, you grasp your breast. Moans continue to spill from your lips until you turn around and see an enormous man just looking at you.

“Oh, my god!” You jump, eyes wide as you look at the man.

König steps forward slightly, but still gives you space. “It’s okay.” His eyes are taking in your figure. “What are- why are you doing this here?”

“I’m filming…for Only Fans…” You slowly pull the vibrator out.

“What is that?” König doesn’t go online much and is out of the loop.

“Um…porn.” A small chuckle leaves your lips.

A heavy blush fell on König’s cheeks as he heard you film porn. “Oh, well then. I’m sorry to have interrupted.” His eyes gloss over your body once more. “Be safe out here.”

You look up at him, his eyes gazing into yours for a moment. He is a huge, older man. Good looking… it would be risky, but you’re filming porn, right? Might as well make it interesting.

“Excuse me, sir?” You call out as he walks away from you. 

“Hm?” König turns to face you again.

“What’s your name?” 

“I’m König. And you are?”

“I’m y/n. I was wondering if…” Your eyes drop from his icy blue to see the erection straining against his pants. “You’d like to film with me?”

König stood there appearing stoic when inside his heart began to beat 100mph. “Film?”

“Yeah, like sex. Of course, if you don’t want to-”

“I do.” He quickly cuts you off. 

You smile, turning to your car to go into your glove box. Pulling out a condom you turn back to face König. He nods and grabs it from you, looking slightly nervous. You walk to him and begin to reach for his belt buckle.

“Is this okay?” You ask in a low sensual voice.

“Ja…” He watches as your small hands work on his pants and pull them down. A cocky smirk appears on his lips as he sees your reaction to the size of his dick. Your eyes go wide as you kneel before him with his cock in your face. 

Grasping it, you begin to stroke him gently. König lets out a sigh and looks down at you, caressing the back of your head as he gently pushes your head closer to his cock. You open your mouth and accept him in. Sucking on the tip as you continue to stroke him. König looks up into your car to see the camera recording. Feeling instantly bashful, he looks back down at you.

Slowly you lower your head down onto the shaft of his cock, beginning to gag yourself on his length. König lets out a soft groan, lightly pushing you down so you can go farther before pulling your head back by your hair. You look up at him with a string of spit connected from your bottom lip to his cock, a smile on your beautiful lips.

You slowly open the condom and hold it up to his cock, rolling it down his shaft. Both of you share a deep gaze as you do. 

“Are you ready?” 

König nods in response, watching you stand up from the floor. You barely come up to his chest, you’re so short. Turning around, you position yourself so that you’re leaning on to the car, ass sticking out. König’s big hands slide down your thigh to hold behind your knee, lifting your right leg so the camera can get a better view. 

With his free hand, he grasps his cock and pulls the condom down a little more. He rubs it against your wet pussy before thrusting forward, pushing his cock inside. Once his head slips in, you ball your hands up into a tight fist, looking back at him as he pushes in two more inches. 

“Oh fuck, your cock is so big.” You moan. 

König’s pupils fully dilated as he looks at you. Feeling your tight cunt struggle to take him as you give him those eyes is all too much. His other hand moves to your hips, holding it firmly as he pushes his cock the rest of the way in. Your walls flutter around him, being stretched like never before. 

He begins to roll his hips forward at a quicker pace; his pants falling down from his thighs to his ankles. Small grunts leave his lips as his eyes fall to the way your ass bounces off of him with every thrust.

Lost in the moment he drops your leg. Pausing his thrust to pull his shirt off, revealing his strong body. His skin pale and covered in scars, his body solid like rock from all the years in the military. The flesh on his stomach is a little softer now that he’s retired, making him look desirable. 

König returned his hands to your hips and began to thrust into you at a rapid pace. The sound of his hips slamming into your plump ass echoing around you. He lets out an animalistic groan as his hand comes down and slaps your ass hard.

The feeling of his cock fully shoving into you, hitting your cervix, made you bend over more. Standing was becoming harder as you couldn’t keep up with his pace. Slowly you lean into the open car door. The camera capturing your face contorted in pleasure as you moan out, reaching behind you to hold his arm as he fucks you so ruthlessly. 

“I’m going to cum!” You shout as your head drops, the camera picking up the ripples of your ass as König holds it up for him to fuck.

“Cum on my fucking cock.” He growls.

Your tight walls flutter again on his cock and squeeze him. König’s head drops back and lets out a loud moan. “Perfect!” 

Once you’ve calmed down, he quickly pulls out and flips your body over in the seat. Leaning in, he licks both of your nipples before lightly biting one. He pulls away, slapping his cock on your swollen clit. Rubbing it back and forth quickly as your leg’s twitch. You reach behind you and grab the camera, holding it for a better view.

As you hold the camera to your pussy, he slips his cock back inside of you. Lifting your legs up and to the side, so he can push all the way in. When he feels something suddenly change. The heat and wetness of your tight little cunt feel 1,000x better. Looking down he can see the base of the condom with scrunched up rubber around it. This is when he realized the condom broke. 

In a split second he decided that he didn't care. He wasn’t going to pull out or stop fucking this pussy. Little did you know about König, he hasn’t had sex in a very long time, years actually. He has all this pent-up sexual energy and he plans on getting it all out on you. It's not every day a beautiful young woman readily offers themselves to you.

[anothermansjeans]

Heyy how abt singer!reader who is like a huge fan of someone and while she has a girls night with Penelope, JJ, & Emily she gets a call from her manager saying said artist wants to do a colab with her and she's like freaking out, like borderline crying her eyes out, hyperventilating and all of it. So they ask Spencer how to fix her or something like that.

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I LOVE THIS SM !! i made it a writing collab and i had to include mr harry styles (sorry not sorry???)

cw: alcohol mention (they're at the bar), panic attack ish?? reader gets overwhelmed with excitement and starts hyperventilating, spencer is a gift from god

wc: 632

singer!reader masterlist

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“Are you having a good time?”

Penelope's question made you tilt your head as Emily and JJ came back from grabbing the drinks. “Yeah, of course!” Grabbing your vodka cran, you took a sip before continuing, “I don't go out a lot, but when I do, it’s normally because I was invited and the place is filled with paps. Shitty drinks too.” The girls laughed and you felt your phone buzz for what was probably the fifth time within fifteen minutes. Taking it out of your pocket, you furrowed your eyebrows at your manager's name. “Do you guys mind if I take this?”

They gave a nod and you quickly answered, all three women minded their business as you were too paranoid to walk away from the group. “Hey, Angie! What’s up?” Your body straightened up at the words on the other end of the phone. “Oh my– no fucking way. What the fuck, Ange?”

The agents began to tune in at the tone of your voice.

“Yeah– yeah, I’m uh, I’m fine, or whatever. Yeah. Uh huh. I’m with friends, yeah.” Another murmur was heard on the other end. “Yeah, thanks so much. Love you.”

When you hung up, your eyes began to well with tears and your breathing was uneven. They immediately shifted into action and Emily was by your side in an instant. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“Uh– yeah– I just–” your hyperventilating was starting to get worse, and JJ and Emily moved to stand you up on your shaky legs.

“Pen, we don't know what to do.”

“Get her some air! I’m calling Spencer, right now.”

And they did just that. Spencer picked up right away and once he heard Penelope’s panicked voice explain what was happening (or lack of explanation, to be honest), he got to the bar as soon as humanly possible. You were crouched down, trying to catch your breath as Spencer pulled up, and he ran towards your body, pulling you up by your shoulders and giving you a tight hug.

“Shh, you're okay, you're okay. I need you to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.” Your body was following his orders and once you were able to calm down a bit, your arms shifted to wrap around his waist. “What happened?” His voice was soft, and after a moment you pulled away, looking at the three women you most definitely embarrassed yourself in front of.

“He uh, He wants to write a song with me.” Everyone patiently waited for you to elaborate, and once you caught on, you let out a sigh. “Harry Styles wants to write a song with me.”

“Holy shit!” Penelope smacked her hand on her mouth from the outburst, “I am so sorry!”

You let out a breathy laugh while shaking your head. “This is insane to me.”

“I’m really happy for you. Proud too.” He brought you in for another hug, now whispering in your ear. “Do you want me to bring you home?”

You shook your head almost immediately, and moved your body back so you could look at him. “No, no.” You shifted your eyes to the three women who were trying very hard now to coo at the two of you. “I want to have fun with them. Maybe celebrate now that we’re out. Do you want to join?”

He placed a kiss on your forehead before releasing you with a smile. “No, that's okay. You continue to have girl’s night. We can celebrate privately when you come home.”

You lifted your eyebrows suggestively with a smirk, “okay then. I can't wait for that Dr. Reid.” You laughed and walked back to the girl, bidding your boyfriend a farewell. No matter what, this was definitely a night you would remember.

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singer!reader taglist: @itsleilabxtch @wietske27 @taylorswiftilovecowboylikeme @marshatesthisreality @ladylincoln @delightfulmakerpiegiant @chericherrypie @punksnotdeadbutiam @stillhere197 @laddywitch

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[tsukkisdinocollection]

Atsumu fluff au where its enemies to lovers ✌💗🤟💗🤟💗🤟 -ur cousin

Not Another Song About Love

⭑Pairing : Atsumu Miya x Reader (Romantic)

⭑ Content Warning(s): Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns, reader is implied to have her hair down, swearing, not proofread

⭑ Word Count : 1k+

⭑ Synopsis : In a "playful" argument with your mortal enemy, he ends up confesses his hidden feelings about you.

⭑ Author's Note : thanks for the request girlie 😜 i'm so uncreative that i keep titling my fics with song names whoops

also shit's lowkey ass i can't write pathetic losers like him for my life but i like 'tsumu

God, you hated him so much.

His stupid dark brown undercut, his stupid droopy eyes, that stupid smug grin on his face–

So how did you end up falling in love with him?

Your “enemyship” – as you called it – started when you two met in 4th grade, and he ended up pushing you off the swing because he wanted to go on the swings with his twin brother. You ended up pushing him off back, and the rest is history.

Honestly, you would have forgiven literally anybody else if they did the same thing when you were younger. But something about his annoying face made you want to punch him. Seems like he had the same thoughts, as he played along with your insults and retorts. After being in the same junior high, you had thought that things would change for the better when you enrolled into Inarizaki.

Boy, were you sorely mistaken.

Because as you locked eyes with the same boy, the same boy who you wished to cut all his hair in his sleep with scissors – your heart dropped. He was too, at least you think he was, because he widened his eyes slightly as he looked at his twin brother and back at you. Then, that stupid smirk on his face that he always had returned.

“I didn’t know you were smart enough to get into this school,” he chuckled. His brother leaned forward to take a look at you, sizing you up before sighing.

“I could say the same thing,” you frowned, folding your arms over your chest.

Atsumu let out a giggle, before stretching his arms. “Well, I have to go to class, dearie,” he mocked. “I’ll see you later.”

You rolled your eyes as he walked off with his brother, fists clenching as your hands returned to your sides.

But that was your first year. Now, you two were in your second year, and it was time for you to…turn a new leaf, perhaps. You were going to apologize to Atsumu for starting an immature “enemyship”, only to end up in another argument with him. Serious or not, you couldn’t tell. You both were just saying what was on your mind – and unfortunately causing a scene in front of the rest of his team.

You don’t even know how this happened. At first, you wanted to apologize, but then you ended up like this.

“Maybe I would’ve confessed to you if you didn’t have such a bitchy personality–” he started, eyebrows furrowing. After he spoke, he widened his eyes, slapping a hand over his mouth.

You were about to come up with a smart response when you processed his words.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Shut up!”

One of his teammates seemed to be recording the conversation on his phone shamelessly. You don’t know any of his teammates’ names except for Osamu, but honestly, you couldn’t really care less at that moment. Yet from the corner of your eye, you saw him smirk ever so slightly as he held his phone up.

You blinked, taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter. Atsumu whipped his head around the room, the tips of his ears turning red like his cheeks.

“Stop laughing!” he whined, prideful composure lost. He didn’t even remember that half his teammates were watching, and one was recording.

Yet you didn’t stop, continuing to laugh like he had just said the funniest joke in the world. Well, in your eyes, he did.

“No way you’re serious!” you said in between laughs.

As you calmed down, you looked at Atsumu, smile faltering as you noticed how he blushed profusely, and crescent marks began to form on his palms from how tightly he clenched his fists.

“Oh.”

You mumbled, expression falling. You froze in place, face blank.

“Agh!” the blonde cried out. “You’re so mean!”

He suddenly stormed out of the gym, rendering both you and his teammates speechless. In a panic, you ran after him, slamming the gym doors shut.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” one of his teammates asked, leaning closer to Osamu as he whispered in his ear. Osamu shrugged in response.

“He’s been in denial about his feelings towards her for years.”

His teammate only nodded. “You should go after him.”

“Nah. They’ll get through whatever that was themselves.”

As Atsumu ran out the gym, you chased after him, hand reaching out to grab the collar of his jacket and pull him back. Luckily, you managed to grab ahold of his collar, dragging him back and nearly bumping into him in the process. He yelped.

“Hey, what’re you doing!”

He crossed his arms, looking away from you like a child. You sighed softly.

“Do you really like me, ‘Tsumu?”

“I don’t allow you to call me that–”

“Shut up.”

You huffed, leaning in closer to him. Somehow, he turned a brighter shade of red, his complexion similar to a tomato.

“Don’t get so close to me,” he pouted. You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his antics.

“Well? Is it true?”

“Obviously.”

An awkward silence fell upon you two after he spoke. You didn’t know what to say. To be honest, now that his true feelings were revealed, you began thinking about the times you felt your cheeks warm up whenever he came up with some cheesy term of endearment to refer to you as. You knew he didn’t really mean them, but it still caused your heart to feel fuzzy. In a good way, of course. Or, when you couldn’t help attending his matches, using the excuse of “wanting to see his downfall”.

“Hm…I guess I like you too,” you shrugged. His eyes suddenly sparkled as his pout was replaced with a large grin.

“Really!?”

“Maybe.”

He leaped out of your grasp, pulling you closer to embrace him. Your head subconsciously nuzzled against the crook of his shoulder, a sigh escaping your lips as he smiled brightly.

“Soooo,” he began. “Are we enemies still?”

“If you wanna be,” you replied.

“...nah,” he stroked your hair softly, fingers combing through your locks.

“I think I’d like to call you my girlfriend, though.”

[sunflowers-in-graves]

Narusasu Smut (first time writing a one shot like this so if it sucks… sorry)

Wanted a one shot with Naruto using his shadow clones on Sasuke…

Next thing I knew, I was kissing Naruto, again, and this time it wasn’t an accident. I don’t know what got into me but he was arguing with me about him being stronger and he could do anything he wanted to me. As he was shouting at me, I was focused on his lips. Those pink soft lips that never tend to shut up. The only thing I could think of, was to kiss him. I leaned in and his eyes widened at the surprise but then he started to deepen the kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer. I could feel him growing harder the more he kissed me. All of sudden there was someone else kissing on my neck but my lips were still attached to Naruto. I look over and see another Naruto. Oh god, this fucker summoned a clone. Two Naruto’s touching and kissing me. The ache in my stomach grew. I couldn’t help but feel myself grow harder as both Narutos had me pinned to the wall. I’ve never felt such intense feelings. Naruto started to kiss down my body where he started to unbutton my pants, leaving me vulnerable. I couldn’t help but stare at him as he smirked up at me, holding my hard on, his soft hands going up and down. While he had me in his hands, his clone had me pinned by my neck against the wall. I looked down at Naruto as he had me in his mouth. I couldn’t hold in my moan as he started sucking

“Oh god, Naruto.”

He looked up at me and I couldn’t help but lock this in my memory, those blue eyes, him smiling as he went down on me, locking his eyes with mine. Oh fuck. I could feel the heat in my lower abdomen growing intensely. My body was thrusting to the rhythm of Narutos mouth. I knew I was about to cum but he stopped before I bursted. The clone and Naruto grabbed my hands and led me to the bed. Narutos clone began kissing me and pushed me onto Naruto who was sitting on the bed. He grabbed me by the throat and gently pulled me back to kiss him.

“How much do you want me, Sasuke?” He whispered in my ear.

I could feel him growing more underneath me as I thrusted on his lap.

His clone had me in his mouth and Naruto had me by the throat as he shoved one finger inside me. Teasing for what was about to come. I mistakenly let out a moan as he put a 2nd finger in. As he widened my hole, I could feel him growing weak to each moan, wanting me more and more. As he got closer his shadow clone disappeared and Naruto shoved me down on the bed backside exposed. He had me by my arms, his strength definitely beating me at this point. He had me weak to the knees wanting more. Wanting release from the tension burning in my abdomen.

“I’m gonna take this slow so I don’t hurt you”

I felt wetness on his fingers as he went in and out of me. Next thing I knew I was being pushed onto the bed feeling Naruto inside me. His moans sent a sensation down my stomach. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. He grabbed my hair bring me up as he thrusted harder. This time he added two shadow clones, both kissing my abs, one going further down and the other coming up to kiss me.

“Fuck, Naruto” I moaned

The tingling coming at full speed, my legs getting weary, my body starting to shake with every touch and every thrust. One clone had me in his mouth, the other making out with me while Naruto had his hands around me throat. My moans getting louder.

“Hold it Sasuke, I’m almost there too.”

As Naruto thrusted harder his shadow clones disappeared and we both came, kind of making a mess on the bed. We crashed, lying down, both exposed. My legs still shaking from the aftermath. Naruto came closer and kissed my forehead.

“Told you I was stronger, obviously I can make you weak” he teased.

I rolled my eyes, “whatever, loser.”

[lostfirefly]

Desire, I'm hungry, and I hope you feed me. How do you want me, how do you want me?

This idea came from the Anon's request. This is what I saw in my head after Chapter 10 of my original Egyptian series. From several fics, we know that Buggy and Catherine had sex at the same day she stayed with him. And since this is the first time for my beloved lovebirds, I'm a little worried, to be honest. Sunday is the perfect day for smut! English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here.

Description: Catherine decides to stay in Cairo. Buggy brings her home.

Warnings: SFW turns into NSFW. MDNI. We'll get into Buggy's head. His thoughts will be written in italics. I'm bad at writing smut.

Words: 4662

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august

The title is taken from “Desire” by Meg Mayers.

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“This Buggy is such an asshole.” Catherine’s sister grumbled as she took a sip from her cup of coffee. 

“Yeah, asshole…” Catherine answered quietly, fiddling with the handle on her bag. 

“No, thanks to him for saving my life, but a grown man paints himself as a clown. He's rude, sloppy and stinky.” Jules looked at the board above the gate. “Finally, we’ll get home soon. We should go to the bar today and find you a hot guy, right?” Jules shifted her gaze to Catherine. “God! Who to tell that one man is turning into sand, the other is falling apart, they won’t believe it.”

“Jules, don't tell anyone about their abilities. What if it is dangerous for them.” Catherine glanced at her sister with an angry look. “I don’t know.. They will be hunted, or something worse.”

“Who are you more worried about, sister? For a man who can hide in the Sahara in one second or for that clown? I thought you hated each other so much.” 

“Yes. We hate..” Catherine looked at the gate door once again, stood up from her chair and patted her jeans. “Damn! I think I forgot my wallet at the coffee shop.” 

“What? I thought you put it in your bag.” 

“Seems I didn’t put it in. I’ll go check.” Catherine grabbed her bag and ran out of the boarding area. “Bye, Jules!! I’ll call you!” 

“What the fuck, Catherine?! Hey!! Where are you going? The coffee shop is on the other side!” 

Catherine couldn't hear her sister anymore because she squealed, running from the departure area into the arrival hall. From the hall, she quickly ran towards the parking lot and ran outside, looking around. 

“Shit! Did he leave? Oh! Excuse me!” She stopped one of the passer-by. “Have you seen a tall.. oh, not very tall.. but for my height he’s tall. Never mind! Tall and handsome man here by any chance? He has blue hair and a big red nose.”

The passerby shrugged and walked on. Catherine splayed her hands. “Of course he left.”  She scanned the parking lot. “Taxi!!” She ran to the first car. “I need to go.. Shit! I don’t know the address. But I remember approximately where to go.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? No! I’m not going without address!” Said a taxi driver. 

“Please, sir. I’ll pay d~.” She raised her head. “His car! He is still here! Yes! Sorry, I’m not going!” She grabbed her bag and ran to Buggy's car. 

“Idiot!!” The driver shouted. 

Catherine walked quickly between the cars, when she saw Buggy was coming out of a small store at that moment, and yelled at the seller. “I didn't have to pay! Fuck you!” 

“Hey! Clown!” Catherine abruptly slowed her step and tried to sound angry. 

“Cotton candy? Fuck! I mean, Catherine? What are you doing here?” Buggy darted his eyes at her and couldn't find the words. “You're supposed to be on an airplane.”

“You know, I decided that economy class isn't my level.” Catherine took a couple steps closer to him. “You promised me a private jet. I thought you were a man of your word, Buggy the Clown. Are you just a chatterbox?” She took two more steps and tried to hold back a smile. 

“Act cool! With what money was I supposed to arrange a private jet for you? We haven't found the treasure.” He leaned back against the car and crossed his arms. “So what are you doing here? Fuck! I’m so happy to see you! I thought you were supposed to be told how to behave in an emergency landing now.”

“Na-ah. I'm not leaving you until I see the promised jet.” Catherine quickened her pace, stepped even closer, dropped her bag on the ground, smiled widely and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You know, we've got a little problem here. First, I must teach you to keep your word. Second, I think, I fell in love with some blue-haired asshole who wanted to leave me in the desert.”

“But I didn't le~.”  Buggy carefully put one hand on her back. “Huh? What did you just say?” He was confused about her words. 

“For the slow-witted, I lo-ve you.” Catherine stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, but Buggy gently stopped her.

“Are you making fun of me?” He scowled. “Of course she’s. She thinks you're stupid and you're, to be honest.”

“What? No! I’ll never do that!” Catherine started stroking his head. 

Buggy removed his hand and stared at her. “But you said that.. that word. The L-word. Try not to look surprised and don't get your hopes up, idiot. She cannot love you.” 

Catherine ran her fingertips over his cheek. “I see. I'll have to break through the emotional wall. But I love challenges. Again. I'm not making fun of you, I've never done it and never will. I'll try to earn your trust. Will you try to believe me?”

Buggy nodded and Catherine immediately punched him in the shoulder. 

“I lo~ Ouch! Little shit! You were cute a second ago. Why are you beating me?”

“Because you took me to the airport, you idiot!!!” Catherine tiptoed and smacked him in his lips. "Why didn't you tell me to stay? I’m not stupid, Buggy. I know you love me.” She ran her hand through his ponytail and looked into his eyes. “Don't tell me you don't see that I love you too.”

“Say something!” Buggy gently placed his hands on her waist. “But why? You don't really know me. Not this!”

Catherine shrugged. “How come I don’t know? You and I were sitting by the fire. Remember? I know that you have your chop chop thing, that you saved my life several times, you saved my sister. I don't want you and I to make the biggest mistake of our lives. And if you don't mind, I'll stay with you and get to know you better.” She touched her lips lightly to his once more and in the same second he kissed her back. His kiss was long, soft and tender.

“So you don't mind if I stay?” She asked quietly, pressing her forehead to his.

“Fuck! Her hands are so warm! I wish she hugged me like this every day! Her eyes are so beautiful! I wish she looked at me like that every day!” Buggy stroked her cheek, smiled and ran his thumb over her lips. “You're covered in my lipstick. 

“Oh fuck!” Catherine quickly pulled out some tissues and wiped her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest. “My silly clown.” 

“I'm listening, my Cathie-pie.” Buggy placed his chin on the top of her head. 

“Take me home, please.”

All the way home in the car there was an atmosphere of a slight sense of awkwardness. Catherine smiled and stroked his hair, and Buggy periodically put his hand on her shoulder, on her hand or on her thigh, blushing, as if testing the boundaries of what was permissible. He brought her home, closed the front door and tossed her bag on the floor. 

“Well... Welcome back, I guess.” Buggy scratched his head. “The bathroom is there, the kitchen is there. The bedroom's that way. Bravo! Why are you saying this? She was in your house for two days.”

“I remember where the bedroom is.” Catherine stepped closer to him, seeing how worried he was, stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around him. “Hey, you look so nervous, aren't you happy? You didn't want me to stay?”

“I don't know. I mean, I’m happy. I wanted to. This is just my first time in such a situation.” Buggy blushed at the stupidity of his reaction. “I barely understand what is happening.” 

“Well, you know, it’s not every day that I run out of the airport either. This will be our funny story, right? I don't want you to be alone. You don't have to be alone anymore, Buggy. I want to be here with you. I love you.” Catherine lightly touched her lips to his and waited for some sort of response from him. 

“Do something, idiot!”

“Are you okay? Why are you standing still? You can hug me and kiss me like at the airport, I won't bite you." Catherine didn't know whether to laugh or not, looking at his slightly confused face expression.  “Okay. Let's try again. I love you, Buggy the Clown.” She kissed him on the lips, and she felt how he returned the kiss, which went from soft to greedy in a split second. Buggy growled through the kiss, hugged her tighter and pressed her against the wall with all his strength. 

“Ouch!” Catherine whispered. “My back! You don't have to kill me, Buggy.”

“Sorry.” He put his hands on her hips and lifted her easily off the floor. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!”

Catherine immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him. Buggy quickly moved toward the bedroom. 

“Am I walking right?” He asked through the kiss. 

“Uh-huh.” Muttering, Catherine practically kept her lips on his. “And don't you dare swerve off the route, you bastard.”

Buggy carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the bed and stopped for a moment. Thoughts were spinning in his head. “What’s going on? Should I continue? If I continue, should I be gentle or not?”

“Hey, what's up?” Catherine asked quietly, stroking his shoulders and kissing him lightly. “Everything is fine. Don't think about anything.” She started to take off his t-shirt. “I want this.” Kiss. “You want this.” Kiss. “I love you.” After these words, Catherine saw a light up in his eyes. 

“I don’t care, even if she’s mocking me, I want to feel her next to me at least for a second.” Buggy quickly took off her t-shirt and ran his lips along her neck. “Fuck, Cathie-pie. Look what you did to me.”

“Go to hell, I haven't done anything to you yet.” She quickly took off her jeans and was left in the underwear. “Like the view?” Catherine put her hands on her waist and raised her head theatrically.

“More than I like. Holy mother of God! She's in her underwear! So sexy!! I love her!! You will be the death of me, Catherine Mitchell.” Buggy carefully placed his hands under her legs and abruptly laid her on the bed, lying on top of her. He began to kiss her hungrily on the lips while Catherine began to unbutton his jeans.

Buggy reluctantly pulled away from her lips and quickly removed his pants. “Hell, yeah! Don't go, please! Just wait for me a little!”

Catherine rose up on her elbows and scanned him from top to bottom. “You have blue chest hair. I love it! So hot!” She raised her torso, ran her fingers over his chest and looked at his worried face. “What's wrong? You don't want it?”

“I just.. I don't want to hurt you.” Buggy said quietly, trying to hide his quickening breathing. “Hold on! But it’s difficult, she’s moving her warm hands over me. Why is she doing this? Am I not disgusting to her?”

“I didn't realize you were so shy, Buggy. It's okay. I'm sure you won't hurt me. Relax.” She was about to remove her bra. 

“Oh, no, no! May I?” He gently ran his fingers over her shoulder and began to remove the strap. “Shit! I’m doing it!! I'm taking her bra off!!”

“You're such a fool. You're allowed to do anything.” Catherine kissed him gently on the lips and ran her hand over his stomach. 

“Aye-aye, Cathie-pie, it's dangerous to say things like these in this room. Control yourself, idiot! She's special!” Buggy removed the second strap and kissed her shoulder, leaving a red lipstick mark on her skin. “Holy shit! Her skin is so soft!”

“Can you keep your mouth shut and take off my underwear?” Catherine whispered in his ear, stroking his back. “Or I need to teach you this too?”

“Let me savor the moment, woman! Fuck, I love you.” He ran his lips along her neck. "Fuck! You're so beautiful and tasty, cotton candy. And you're mine.”

“Are you always talkative, fucking clown?” Catherine gently kissed his neck. “For God's sake, Buggy, take off my bra and panties already." 

“Do it!” Buggy growled and smashed his lips into her, pulling off her bra. “Wow!” He chuckled idiotically. “Better than I imagined.” 

“Pervert! We were on the verge of death, and you imagined me naked?” Catherine bit his bottom lip.

Buggy kissed her and ran his hands over her back, pulling her closer. “First, don't be dramatic, I would have saved you anyway! Probably.” Kiss. “Second, sorry, you were so smart and beautiful, I couldn't resist imagining you naked. I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt or look at you.”

Catherine lay back on the bed and Buggy immediately removed her panties, slowly running his lips down her legs, hearing her breathing get heavier. He sat down on his knees and pulled off his panties. 

“Oh my god, you're all blue!!!” Catherine's eyes widened and she saw him blush. “Oh, no! I love it! God, this is so sexy!” She spread her legs slightly. “Now stop torturing me and come to me, my hot clown. I want to feel your little Buggy, which is not little at all, to be honest, inside me!” 

“You're kidding me, right? Oh, Buggy. She will break your heart too.”

“Do you really want to discuss this in this position when we're naked?” Catherine took his hand, pulled him closer and gently pressed her lips to his. “No! I will never do that!” Kiss. “Who put this into your head?” Kiss. “I will rip out the hands of those who made you think that way.” Kiss. “Since today, I won't let anyone hurt you.” Catherine ran her hand over his hair. “Don’t you understand yet? You're mine, Buggy the Clown. And I care and protect what is mine.”

“Protect? Me?” Buggy smirked, pressed his chest against Catherine's breasts and kissed her. “I’m kissing her when she's naked! Yay! Hm, what a strange feeling when I kiss her! It's like I feel warm inside!”

“Oh wait, wait, wait!” Catherine patted his shoulder. 

“And here we go.. Sorry, Buggy, I was kidding, bye-bye. Sit here without pants and cry like a big naked baby. What did you expect? Look at her and look at you.. What? Is something wrong? Should I stop?”

“No, no! There's one thing I want to do.” Catherine took the rubber band off his hair and unraveled it. “Yeah! So much better! I've dreamed of doing this for a long time.” 

“Something new! Are you finished?” Buggy stared at her in incomprehension. “Can I keep going?” 

“Oh, yes, yes! Sorry!” Catherine kissed Buggy on the lips, hugged him with her legs and arms, and felt how inch by inch he slowly entered her. “Shit!”

“W-What happened?” Buggy looked at her with frightened eyes. “Is there something wrong? Your little Buggy isn't little, asshole! Be gentle for god's sake!” 

“No, no. Everything is fine.” She kissed him on his lips again. “I'm happy you're finally in... well... you know… in me. So good to feel you.” Catherine reddened. 

“But if something is wrong, tell me. Even if it's our only time, I want it to be special.” Buggy glanced at her with frightened eyes. 

“God, Buggy, we're not 15 years old.” Catherine looked at his worried face. “Okay, I promise. I'll tell you.” She kissed him and pressed herself closer to him. 

Buggy returned the kiss. Catherine felt the warmth of his hot, moist kisses as his lips traveled from the corner of her mouth to her neck. She parted her lips slightly and moaned softly, wanting to press herself against his body even more when she felt him begin to move his hips slowly, while his lips explored every inch of her neck. Catherine gently moved one hand to the back of his head.

“Fuck! She's touching my hair. I like that. Her neck.. She’s kinda like what I’m doing. I should remember that. Who am I kidding? She will definitely run away from me. Idiot. How could you fall in love with her? You didn't think about the consequences, as usual. Fuck it! This will come later. At least remember this moment forever.”

“You okay?” Buggy asked, practically without looking up from Catherine's neck. 

“Totally. Don't stop, I want you so bad.” She answered quietly, digging her nails into his hair.

Buggy tried to control himself, moving inside her with a moderate, tender pace, but felt that Catherine received him greedily, and eagerly lifted her pelvis to meet his every thrust.

“Cotton candy.. Do you... Do you really… love me? You said that.” Buggy asked, kissing her lips and moving his hips gently. “Please, tell me this’s not a fucking joke.”

Catherine arched to meet him, keeping her hands twisting in his hair. “Of course, I lo~, oh, fuck, ~ve you.” She quickly got her tongue in his mouth. Their passionate kiss deepened as their tongues intertwined, the two lovers devouring each other hungrily, yet never fully satisfied.

“Shit. I love the feeling of her hands tangled in my hair, her lips on my lips, her tongue on my tongue. Her smile made my heart beat faster. Her every kind word seemed to pierce my lonely heart. What's happening? Why is she here? Is this another mockery of life? Or just a dream? If this was a dream, then I don’t want to wake up ever again, just to feel the warmth of her hands every day, to hear pleasant words from her lips, to see her smile when she strokes my hair. God, I loved when she was doing that in the morning. But.. Did she notice what she was doing? Did she do this on purpose to give me false hope? Of course, she did.” 

It became more difficult for him to control himself. Buggy's hips thrust into Catherine, pressing his cock firmly and harder against her, eliciting an involuntary moan from her lips. He didn't even notice how he moved his lips to her nipples, starting sucking them. “Shit, Cathie-pie, I wanna taste every inch of your body. I’m gonna die! Control yourself, dude!” 

“Don't eat me alive, clown. Oh, fuck, so good. You will have plenty of time to explore my body.” Catherine bit her bottom lip, feeling his cock pressing into where she needed it most. “Come back to me, please.” She gently grabbed his chin and pulled him closer to her lips. She started kissing him hungrily, hugging him tightly and moaning through the kiss with his every thrust.

“Damn, Catherine Mitchell, making love to you feels so good, but I'm sure fucking you will be so awesome.” Buggy said in a low, husky voice. “Why did you say that, idiot?”

“You can…” Catherine could barely speak, 

“Fuck! What did you say, little shit? Say it.”

“You can fuck me.” 

“Holy moly! Again!” 

“You can fuck me, Buggy... Only you can fuck me.” Catherine pressed her lips to his, clutching his back with her fingers and moaned, hearing as Buggy let out a little grunt and fucked between her legs, two rough thrusts.

“Please, Buggy..” Catherine gazed at his eyes and kissed him eagerly.

“Please what, cotton candy?” Buggy asked in a low, husky voice.

“Please.. a little more. Harder, deeper, rougher.” Catherine pleaded to him.

“Music to my ears.”

Buggy’s movements quickly become more and more aggressive, and Catherine tried to hold her moans. With each of Buggy's thrusts, she let out a series of soft, muffled cries, burying her face against his neck. Buggy feels her nails gripping into his shoulders impatiently, signaling him to proceed. He responds with several forceful thrusts, pushing himself inside her.

“Fuck, Buggy.” Catherine tried to hold herself from screaming. “More, please. I’m begging you.”

“Fuck! I want to..” Buggy started fucking her harder, faster, he put his hand on her thigh and grabbed it. 

Catherine's toes curled in ecstasy as Buggy's hips thrust into her, hitting the perfect spot. Buggy started slamming into her, and she couldn't help herself, and his name fell from her lips. Loudly. 

“Oh, fuck! She did it! Bye-bye, control!” As he thrust deeper inside her, a primal, animalistic intensity consumed his features. They both had never been more turned on in their life. 

With gritted teeth, Catherine demanded, "Harder," her voice strained as she felt herself nearing the edge. "Faster," she urged.

Buggy groaned with approval as he squeezed her tight and slammed into her with renewed vigor. Catherine responded by squeezing his hips harder with her legs. Their locked gazes felt like a vice clamped around her heart, squeezing it tight. His primal thrusts and desperate kisses betray a raw, unrestrained passion. The rhythm of his tongue matches the relentless motion of his hips. Catherine arched her back, pulling Buggy deeper inside her. He didn't notice how he moved one hand to stimulate her clit, and a wave of intense pleasure washed over Catherine, making her feel like she might come undone.

“Fucking blue-haired pervert!” Catherine cried out, breathless and trembling, as Buggy’s movements grew more frantic and intense. “Don't stop! I’m so close.” She begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

The coiling pleasure builds in intensity as Buggy’s fingers caress the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs.

“I’m so close, cotton candy. But it's hard to stop fucking you. I just can't get enough of you. Fuck me!” Buggy made a few stronger thrusts, grabbed her hand and felt them come together. Catherine whimpered and hugged him even tightly. She quickly kissed him to swallow his moan.

Buggy fell on her with his body, burying his face in the crock of her neck, breathing heavily. His body was hot and sweaty over hers. Catherine stroked his wet hair, holding his hand, and was silent for a long time. 

“Why is she silent? Did I do something wrong? She didn’t like it? How could she not like it? I’m the god of sex. But why is she silent? Maybe I should say something? What do people say in such cases? Damn, she’ll leave me, right? You did or said something wrong, and she will leave you. Maybe you overdid it? Although judging by her moans, no. Or maybe she didn’t want to upset you? You definitely said something, idiot. But she doesn't seem to go away. Usually the girls ran away quickly. Bye, Buggy. Everything was amazing, bye. But she lies here. Why isn't she leaving?” 

“Are you okay? You're breathing so hard.” She asked softly. 

“Yes, she's talking to me!” He smiled, nodded silently and felt Catherine kiss his head. “She kissed me. Hm, unusual. Why did she do that?” 

“You know, in movies or stupid novels people usually say something after sex, but I have almost no strength to speak, to be honest.” She laughed and started clapping in her hands. “Please accept applause from the audience! Bravo to the performer!”  

“Fuck me!! I’m still god!! Focus, Buggy, be patient! Little shit!” He raised his head, kissed her on her lips and looked into her eyes. “You okay? Did I hurt you?” 

“What? No!” Catherine kissed his nose. “Don’t worry. I didn’t even think that you were so caring during... well, you know. Rough and caring. You're full of surprises, Buggy the Clown.” She ran her fingertips over his cheek. “All your makeup is smeared. I wonder what my face looks like now.” 

“Like hell, but I like it.” Buggy lay down next to her, she quickly curled up next to him and took his hand. He started giggling.

“What's so funny, clown?”

“You're naked with me. And you don't go anywhere. Do you know how long I've dreamed of seeing you naked?”

“Dear god! You're like a baby who finally got his candybar.” Catherine glanced at him. “You're an idiot?”

“No, I'm a dreamer.”

“You're my lovely fool.” Catherine took a small strand of his hair. “So long and beautiful. Can you imagine? I could now eat nuts and listen to my sister's stories about her boyfriend at an altitude of several tens of thousands of meters, but I’m lying here with you.” She started stroking his hand. “I never thought that in my life I would do an act from a snotty movie. But I’m glad I stayed.”

“I can't say that I'm unhappy with this turn of events. Yes! Yes! Yes!!” Buggy hugged her tightly. 

“Everything would be much easier if you told me about your feelings in the morning. Then I wouldn’t have to run all over the airport and parking lot.” Catherine ran her fingertips over his body. “I saw your eyes and how you looked at me during breakfast. But you just sadly poked your fork at the pancakes.” 

Buggy kissed her head. “What should I have told you? You know perfectly what you had to say, idiot.”

“Usually, when people want a person to stay, they say something like “please, don’t leave me, Catherine, I love you.”

“Don't leave me, Cathie-pie.” He cleared his throat. “I.. I.. L.. L… You know, it's a very hard word.” 

“Do you wanna try to say it?” Catherine watched him nod. “I will help you, okay? Repeat after me. I..”

“I.”

“Lo…”

“Lo.”

“Ve…”

“Ve.”

“You.”

“You.”

“Yay! You did it!” Catherine clapped her hands. “I’m so proud of you! I love you too, my Buggy Bear.”

“She is proud of me??? Geeez! What'd you call me? What is this?”

“This is your nickname from today and forever.” Catherine pecked him on his nose.

“No, no!” Buggy shook his head. “I can't, this's a terrible, terrible nickname! Why did she call me that? Does this mean something special? Choose something different because this one is not good for a bad and angry man. Don't choose, this's the best nickname ever!”

“Liar. I think, you just want to appear angry, but you're actually a sweet little bear on the inside. You just need some care. And I will try to give it to you.” Catherine happily kicked her legs. “You know, we’ll have so much to discuss!”

“Like what? Is there something we should discuss? Why even discuss anything? Crap! Am I in a relationship? I have no idea what people do in relationships!”

“Like… Which side of the bed will I sleep on, where will my closet shelves be, what can I touch, what can’t I touch in your home. What time do you wake up? Do you have a daily routine? Should I buy my own mug or can I take one of yours?” Catherine ran her fingers over his blue chest hair. “Oh! Do you like going for a walk? Because I like it. Maybe we can go for a walk today? If you want, of course.” 

“I'm ready to walk with you to the ends of the earth.” Buggy exhaled. “Fine! Let's go for your stupid walk.” 

“I want chocolate cake!! Take me out to eat chocolate cake, please!!” Catherine suddenly closed her eyes and squealed happily. “Oh, my god!! Tomorrow we will have our first breakfast together!! Oh, I'll make us something delicious. Or maybe you want something? What do you like to eat for breakfast? I will cook.” She looked at him and pecked him on his lips several times. “I love love, love you, my Buggy Bear. And grumble as much as you want, but I will say it every day.”

“I l-love you too, my cotton candy.” Buggy kissed her hand. “As for breakfast. Can I choose anything?”

“Yeah! Does my clown have a special favorite dish?” Catherine ran her fingertips over his stubble.

“I know what I want. Can you make pancakes? Because I wanna hear your song.” 

[xoxochb]

i have a request for u!!

what about a small fic (or whatever u want to write ofc 😌) about jason grace and a daughter of apollo based off daylight by taylor swift?

specifically the lines: “i once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden” because like the sun and all that!!

and it’s just super fluffy and romantic. maybe they’re in new rome together or something (jason getting the happy ending he deserves!!) and yeah <3

:’)

˗ˋ it’s golden like daylight ˊ˗

warnings: it might seem rushed?? But trust me it’s for the plot, I swear this all came to me at once so I wrote it all before I forgot 😭 I also didn’t proof-read this so I apologize for any mistakes

pairing: jason grace x daughter of apollo

summary: basically what the request said

A/N: OMG!!! this song is my life, I very much love this! thank you for requesting 🤍

months.

that’s how long it took for him to get over the break up

why could all of his friends stay in successful relationships but he couldn’t? perhaps true love was not meant for him, is that what it could be?

that’s what he believed of course, until he met you.

a dim-light room, surrounded with paintings and sculptures would have been comforting if it weren’t for the fact that the sculptures were gods and goddesses. He stood facing the god of the sky, king of gods, his father, small sparks forming at his fingertips. Oh how he hated his father….

“your dad?” an angel-like voice spoke from behind him. He turned quickly only to be met with the most radiant smile he has ever seen, blood rushing to his cheeks as he made eye contact.

for a second he thought it could have been venus, the goddess of beauty, but what told him it wasn’t was the sun-like aura around her

“I- I’m sorry?” he fumbled over his words

“zeus? is he your father?”

“uhm- jupiter… I’m roman. how did you know? are you a demigod too?”

“your fingers… they’re sparking. I’m Y/N L/N, daughter of apollo”

after that he swore his life got brighter

a year later he confessed and a year later you started dating,

two years later you moved into an apartment together,

5 years later you were married.

you sat atop the counter admiring the blond in front of you.

“pictures last longer y’ know?” he spoke, looking over from the stove to meet your eyes

“what’s the point of a picture if I can see the real thing?” you say, a mischievous smirk making its way to your face

Jason gave you a blank stare before reaching over to grab two plates from the cabinet, placing pancakes on each of them. He walked over to the counter you sat on and placed both plates on your side, wasting no time to jump on the counter to sit on the other side of you.

“hey” you say smiling, turning to your side

“hey” he said, taking your hand in his, intertwining them, looking into your eyes before saying, “I’m glad you’re here”

“what do you mean”

“after me and piper… you know, it has hard at first, and everything seemed so dark and dull, but then I met you and ever since my life has been so bright and sunny, I’m really happy to have you here with me”

tears started forming in your eyes, you looked away, quick to wipe them away before turning back to his ocean-blue eyes, seeing a large grin on his face

“you’re sweet” you say before planting a kiss on his lips, and of course, he’s quick to kiss back

he pulled away after a few moments, looking into your eyes, “it’s true” he says before pulling you back in for another kiss

[whereismyhat5678]

HEEEEY, PSSST!

(do you have more headcanons???)

Oh yeah *cracks knuckles*

Get ready for some PEPPINO

(OKAY IN ADVANCE- I wrote A SHIT TON below the cut, and I think because of this I have more headcannons for Peppino than Gustavo- SO PREPARE YOURSELVES- Oh! And I also added Pep and Gus mixed headcannons at the bottom so if you just wanna see those you’ll see this emoji: 💕 Alright thanks! And enjoy :00)

- I said this in a reblog-, at this point I think I hc him a lefty, I KEEP DRAWING HIM AS ONE SO FUCK IT-

- Oh sports are his life support, it’s his saving grace HE LOVES SPORTS- mainly football and soccer (he used to play soccer in middle-high school) THIS MAN SCREAMS AT THE TV “GOOOAAAAAAAAAL” WHEN SOCCER’S ON (he’s just like my dad for real- :0)

- He definitely listens to old fashioned Italian music, his mother raised him in it HE WILL DIE WITH IT IN HIS BLOOD. But he also likes other types of music (he mains Depeche Mode-)

- He has the most dankest most messed up shat up car you can ever imagine that’s STILL GOING, he treats his car like his child though, he cleans it and is EXTREMELY careful with his baby (He listens to his songs in there and bobs his head when he has a song he likes, but he looks really serious, like he’s gonna kill someone- but he’s still enjoying himself)

- I should also mention that he SUCKS at driving, man has a drivers license yet he’s dog at it?! This is also why his car is so jacked up because he kept crashing it when he was younger- I think he’s cooled down now but he still can’t park right- This is also why he rather would take his pizza delivery motorcycle or Stick just drives him (since he’s funnily enough the only good driver-)

- His house is pretty small, and a bit tight but it’s okay once you get used to it, he tries to stay organized but at times he does tend to leave clothes on the floor. Of course his garage is the cleanest thing known to man, a bunch of flags (a big ass Italian flag-) and signs that say “Man’s garage” or “Man cave”. He also has another fridge full of beers and sodas.

- Have I mentioned he likes beer?🍻

(- And when Peppino’s drunk he’s either two things, a silly drunk: he’s doing stupid shit-

….Or a flirty drunk 👀🔥)

- He still has his war gear in a closet, he keeps it for memories (the GOOD ones) and just cuz he thinks it might be important still.

- He keeps a shotgun underneath his bed (for protection of course-)

- He also has a punching bag in his basement, a big ol’ red one, and he has it there to take his anger out 🥊🔔

- I think he has a bit of anger issues, not too severe! Just that he can get mad easily if stuff just isn’t going right, which is also why he HATES The Noise and Pizza Head, they’re too chaotic for him-

- When Brick was gonna stay with them Peppino initially just wanted Brick away from him but he ended up like one of those Dads that have their pet on the couch watching TV. He also play fights with him too like: he’ll pretend to punch him or he wrestles with him for fun-

- He’s an asshole when he wants to be, one time he was eating with his friends at a McDonalds and they were getting breakfast, motherfucker ate half his friend’s hash-brown and put the half he didn’t eat outside the wrapper to make it look normal. (He did this when he was a teen but he can still be an ass like this-)

- He uses a lot of Italian hand gestures, he uses his hands A LOT he practically talks with them-

- He speaks very aggressively in Italian, the amount of times people thought he was angry and yelling at them even though he was just telling them to hand him a napkin. It’s hilarious, Gustavo is the only one to understand he’s not angry, he’s just talking- 😂

- This even applies to when he’s talking in English, HE STILL YELLS- Like his voice is a big BOOM, yeah he can calm it down but it’s still relatively loud, he’s only ever quiet when he NEEDS to be quiet-

Okay now for some Peppino and Gustavo together x] 💕💕💕

- Gustavo’s species has their own language but they can pick up on other languages pretty quickly, so when Peppino wanted to teach him Italian he started slowly and BAM 💥 not even a month passed and he’s speaking fluently! Peppino’s jaw dropped literally-

- Gus can speak his species language at times but only ever to himself.. He usually talks in English and Italian around Peppino (Gus when he’s angry talks really fast in his language, it’s best to just leave him be until he calms down…)

- They speak Italian to each other sometimes, they switch between English and Italian regularly, but they speak English mainly. They WILL however yell at each other in Italian, mostly so no one can understand their conversation if there is people around

- AND FINALLY- like I said with the Italian hand gestures, Peppino uses them A LOT, and he mainly uses them with the other Italians and Gustavo, BUT MAINLY Gustavo. He taught him every gesture in the book so Gus knows what he’s feeling just by hand gestures.

Even some…. Special ones 👀…..

OKAY THAT’S IT-

[catstar91]

Ok phandom peeps, I need to get something off my chest. I cannot stop thinking about it, it’s so funny that this happened to me!

So I’ve been casually perusing the DP fandom for a while, right? Like for several years at least! What can I say? I like art! So at various points I had talked to my aunt about some stuff related, like fun stuff about the phandom and the existence of ghost king aus and stuff. Recently though, I found a fanfic that I spent AN ENTIRE DAY reading and doing nothing else! Like I stayed up late the night before, woke up to immediately read more! I don’t normally read fanfics, let alone any long form story, cuz my attention span is shit and has been shit basically all my life! So in the evening when I was a good chunk of the way through the fic, I talked to my aunt about it! Cuz it’s funny! I found a lot of things in it very amusing and wanted to share!

And then she asked for a link…

The next thing I know, within a few months, probably 3 months later at most, my aunt starts telling me about phandom lore I had never even heard of before! She literally made an ao3 account!!! Guys I am floored! I’ve been idly watching from the shadows for so long, and then I accidentally get my aunt into the phandom and she starts telling me about a red duck candle that’s apparently been integral DPxDC lore for YEARS!

What have I DONE???

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

oh my god oh my god oh my GODDDDDD i can’t BELIEVE i found these on my little rainy october thrift shop wander this morning. like, one would have been more MORE enough. but both?? at once??? i am quite simply floating and may never touch back down to earth

[ct-multifandom]

I don’t usually make posts like this, but I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-intellectual junk lately, and I really think we need to put the word “pretentious” up on a shelf until people learn what it actually means.

It doesn’t describe someone who likes artsy-fartsy deep meaning media. People who are pretentious are fake. They’re posers trying to be sophisticated and unique, not like other girls. They pretend to only like stuff they think will make them sound cool when they talk about it. They want to act like they know something you don’t, and they want attention for it.

By definition, if you genuinely enjoy something, you can’t be pretentious. If it resonates with you, and you analyze it, and you don’t care what people think, that’s the polar opposite, actually. If you love obscure experimental prog music, if you watch underground high concept indie films through English teacher eyes, if you spend hours in a modern art museum reading each piece as a vessel for storytelling, if your backpack’s full of poetry books that inspire you, if you play underrated games that were someone’s passion project, if you have an interest in studying the classics or the masters, you are not pretentious.

Of course, some people just don’t like some stuff, and that’s fine, but that’s not what this is about. Don’t let anti-intellectuals shame you for enjoying things just because your interests are inaccessible to them, because they refuse to be brave and put effort into critical thinking. You’re not stuck up for refusing to overlook the craft of artists.

[cha1cedony]

Afflicted by Gothcleats disease :( I fear it’s fatal

[crybaby-bkg]

I love mythology so much and it’s taking everything in me to not write a full fledge fic about a Cupid and Psyche au omfg

justttttt Cupid Bakugou who is just so, so fucking beautiful. he’s always been recorded by other mortals for being akin to sunlight himself—all golden hues and sharp angles and high cheekbones and massive wings. wings that span as wide as an entire village, that sparkle when the light hits them, loud when they beat to send him soaring into the skies above. but his mouth? his attitude?

everyone always wonders why he was never the god of war, instead. but he’s damn good at his job, with his arrows propped up on his back, swift with discharging them into another stupid mortal who’s fallen for the local towns idiot. but hey, they’re in love, and it’s his job to enforce that love go over well.

and then he sees you—the most beautiful mortal, that you’re even compared to the gods, to his mother. he wants you so bad, if not to treasure and keep you against his side as he travels over the oceans cold waters, than to keep you safe from the vile men who want you as their partner and the disgusting women who envy you for having it all.

omg and the part where he takes you to stay in his palace and asks you not to ever look at his face???? it’s killing him, to wear that mask to your nightly dinners, to be able to look at the soft curve of your mouth when you frown and ask him to reveal himself. to be able to look at how you stare back at him, eyes pretty and furious, frustrated and mad, wanting to go back on the conditions you agreed upon because having to sit across from him without seeing him is absolute torture. I am. vibrating.

[m1d-45]

Pari!Creator takes place in an imposter AU, right? What happens if Zhongli finds out Pari!Creator is the real thing? Pari can talk, and all I can imagine is something like this:

Zhongli: *insert some bullshit apology*

Pari!Creator: Leave me alone and stop harming people who look like your stupid God! Also go **** yourself!

Zhongli go cries in a corner somewhere because LBR, it's what he deserves.

(akdnenfnt of course pari can talk—)

if you want to see pari’s exact wording, then check here! tldr though: yes, it is post hunt, and yes, this is perfect actually

i imagine you’ve been consistently hiding from zhongli, solely because you could not live through a repeat of last time, not after all the progress you’ve made and how badly xiao grieved afterwards. no, you’re content to stay as is, as your life is now, for…

well, you don’t know how long, and in the end you suppose it doesn’t even matter.

doesn’t matter, because zhongli is already on his knees in xiao’s room, who’s curling his hands around you cautiously, aware of your preference for isolation. whatever plans you have don’t matter, they’re all thrown out, because suddenly titles are being thrown your way, confusion is seeping into the air around xiao, the shield of his hands slipping slightly as the pieces click into place.

you can tell he’s realizing, that the small little life you’ve built for yourself is breaking, and so for the first time since you’ve adopted this form, you speak.

it’s quiet, cracked with disuse, but you know your words carry when you say “i don’t forgive you.”

zhongli’s head lowers further, if possible, but you’re honestly not in the mood to talk. you can feel the hesitance in how xiao holds you, now, his hands stilling on your ‘wings,’ and sigh. this was what you wanted to avoid. this delicacy. you were fine before, but now that would be permanently changed.

you tug on his necklace with a chirp, a signal established between the both of you long ago that meant you wanted out, and he obliges on instinct. the familiar black smoke envelops you, the inn quickly replaced with one of liyue’s many stone spires.

he has questions. you know he does. but you can answer them later, when you’re ready to face them.

[milimeters-morales]

wanting to write jessica as the strong independent woman who gets shit done because i like seeing black women have power even in scary/uncertain times due to its comforting and familiar nature V.S. wanting to write her as a nervous first-time mom who needs a lot of attention/care, who isn’t perfect, and has a bunch of issues she should have sorted out before this because i don’t like the idea that black women have to always be strong/bold/harsh to be good characters VS only really enjoying writing when it’s about Miles anyway 😭

[sleepyseals]

[Image Description: A digital painting depicting Feldspar standing to the right of a campfire, facing away from the viewer and upwards. They are holding an arm outstretched above them and the other gesticulates as if they were telling a story. Several fireflies surround them and their shadow falls to their right. Wreathed in the smoke of the campfire is a scene of their campsite in Dark Bramble. Three large twisting brambles, the anglerfish fossil’s teeth, and three pine trees are suspended upside down, stretching downwards toward Feldspar and the campfire. A plume of stylized curling smoke stretches across the top of the scene from Feldspar’s ship in the top right corner. The ship is sparking with electrical failure. End Image Description.]

my piece for the @travelers-encore-zine !!!  I think this came out a bit more conceptual than I wanted but I still like it!

Thank you to the mods for making this happen, putting everything together and being an amazing support team!!! Thank you to my fellow contributors for being so lovely and making such amazing things and sharing this project with me, I'm really happy I got to be a part of it!!

[that-was-anticlimactic]

one of the worst feelings ever is wanting to write but your hands hurt too much or the words just don’t want to work so you just sit there staring at a half finished doc with tears in your eyes bc you want to write and you need to write but everything is telling you that you can’t