𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓻

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝?

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Can the reader try to make cordelia jealous by always firting with madison, in which it does work,forcing Cordelia to confess her feelings.

Ayo, here you go!

Bang

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Bang

Pairing : Cordelia Goode x reader (any gender)

Abstract : You flirt with Madison in hopes of catching the Supreme's eye.

Word count : 375

Warnings : Suggestive themes, but no actual smut.

A/N : Alright, back with AHS content, and I'll be updating my page A LOT today, so look out for it. Also, I know I'm almost incapable of writing anything but angst, but her you go

Tagging some ppl just cuz I can //readoldcommentsandpickedrandompplsoplsdonthateme; @stopkillinglilyrabe @thebijesus @coconutlipss @vintageolives @katieswain123 @itsskyps @sarahsbabygurl

The teachers knew. The students knew. The whole coven knew. Everyone knew about Cordelia Goode having a crush on you. Even she knew it but refused to show any signs of feelings, afraid of you betraying her in the same ways so many people previously had.

Now, you weren’t obnoxious. Of course, you knew too. But no amount of flirting from your end made her do a move. You knew about her past, she had told you on multiple occasions as your relationship kept building up ever since you had joined the coven. If you had to define your relationship? No idea. Best friends? Unestablished lovers? Maybe you could try to-

Your thought process was cut off short by Madison calling out your name.

“I have the perfect idea for making miss Supreme confess to you!” She beamed as she entered your room. You rose an eyebrow to let her continue.

“You just flirt with me! Maybe slip in a little tongue?” Your face went through a rollercoaster of emotions, before settling on a smirk.

A couple of days had passed since your talk with Madison. A little harmless flirting was thrown around, and you could already smell the jealousy off Cordelia.

The first time you had flirted with Madison, Cordelia’s head had whipped into your direction and she looked utterly confused. As the flirting progressed, you could see her grow more confused and jealous day by day.

“Maddie, you remind me of my pinky toe.” You blurted out when you, her, Cordelia and a couple of students were sitting around the kitchen table, everyone working on their own little projects and assignments.

“How so?”

“Sooner or later I’m going to bang you against this table.” You said without faltering your strong front. Her mouth dropped open, and so did Cordelia’s. The latter looked absolutely horrified, but Madison’s smile grew.

“Absolutely not.” Cordelia finally regained her composure and stood up. She grabbed your arm and dragged you to another room.

“The only person you’re going to bang on that table is me. And only me. Nobody else. Not Madison. Not Zoe. Me.” She rambled dedicatedly. Before she could continue her monologue, you decided to intertwined by kissing her.

“I look forward to it, miss Goode.”

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Okay…since my heart hurts from part 2…can you make a part 3 to Drenched? (Knowing you, happiness is rare but PLEASE happy ending) I don’t care how much angst, but happy ending

I promise I'll give ya'll the happy ending you deserve 😩😩😩

I swear that over my year hiatus I have grown soft, more fluff coming to this blog!

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Drenched 2

Pairing : Mildred Ratched x reader

Requested : Yes and No

I'm FINALLY doing the long awaited part 2

Part 1 here : Drenched

Words : 299

Warnings : Heartbreak? But tbh that's already expected with my fics.

Tagging some people : @poulengp @ververa @empatheticroses @simpforpaulson @stopkillinglilyrabe

Should I make actual taglists? Lemme know thru asks if you wanna be in one.

It took months. Months for Mildred to find you. A small blue house near the river in a cosy village, with many neighbours. She had no doubt as to the house being cosy on the inside too. Everything was cosy when you were there. She was cosy when you were there, and she took that for granted.

The past months she spent trying to ignore her feelings, trying to get over you. It didn’t happen. Not like she hoped it would. Countless one night stands, a few relationships, all failed. Nobody could simply compare to you. As if she didn’t know that, to begin with.

The lights were on in your house, and Mildred could see some movement inside. She walked closer to your yard, with a curious look on her face. Your neighbour kept glaring at the woman from his lawn, no doubt ready to shoo away the intruder.

Mildred smiled politely and nodded at the man. He just snorted and went inside. Well, that wasn’t much use. Back to trying to get a peek inside your house through the windows.

A small frown appeared on the redhead’s face when she noticed that instead of one figure moving around the room, there were two. A soft melody started to play, and the two figures approached each other. It didn’t take much time for Mildred to realise the people started to slow dance. That did it. She was going to knock on the door. There had to be a logical explanation behind this.

Or not. The second Mildred had knocked on the door, she took a step back, clasped her hands and plastered a smile ever so fake on her face. The door slowly slid open, and it revealed your shocked face.

“Mildred?”

“Y/N. Been a long time.”

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Alrighty, hi you people!

I dunno if anybody even remembers me, I've been on a hitaus for like a year oops 💀

ANYWAY I'm back!

And well, I have a shit ton of requests and I promise to write all of them!! Feel free to send new ones too, currently taking reqs for Harry Potter & AHS characters. For now though I'll be fixing old fics and possibly making sequels. Which leads me to my question :

How many of you would like to see sequels to

Cordelia Goode- No

Cordelia Goode - Shattered?

Wilhemina Venable - The world is ending and I'm in the wrong place

Mildred Ratched - Drenched

Newt Scamander - Friend

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ANY OF THEM TO HAVE ANOTHER PART, some people have been asking me to make them 😀🔫

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Remus Lupin

Nswf Alphabet

Sirius Black

Black as coal, white as snow - MARAUDERS ERA! You are in your sixth year and started to date Sirius earlier that year. Let’s say, you’re both in for a shock.

Severus Snape

Summer Fun - You’ve been having a nice summer with your loved, Severus Snape. Little do you know…

Newt Scamander

Friend - You meet Tina for the first time. It appeared as if Newt hadn’t told her he had a wife.

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All seasons

Roles in bed - Sarah’s characters in bed (nsfw)

Cooking - Sarah’s characters with cooking

Season 1

Nothing yet

Season 2

Nothing yet

Season 3

Cordelia Goode

Something odd - Summary : Imagine being a student at Robichaux’s academy, who is blind. Cordelia Goode wants to help you through everything, while you insist on being just fine by yourself

Shattered - You watch as Cordelia falls out of love with you

Shattered 2 - Part 2 to shattered

No - You have been together with Cordelia for two years. Cordelia also has a 5-year-old daughter Emma. What will happen when Misty Day, Emma’s other mother, Cordelia’s ex, will come to visit the academy?

I don't want you to go - Luci has got to talk to Cordelia about something important, before the time runs out.

A what what now? - Reader is a former student in Miss Robichaux’s, having graduated years ago, and moved out to pursue her future. Upon moving back to the area, she and Cordelia start a fuck buddy relationship. Cordelia is lonely, and the reader needs specific magical things she can’t provide herself- such as flowers, plants, herbs, etc… Sex with your former crush in exchange for ingredients. Can’t be that bad? Right? Unless one of you catches feelings…

Kisses - Reader and Cordelia enjoying a night of stargazing. Things are going well, and romantic, they start to kiss/make out and a storm hits. But instead of seeking shelter from the rain they make love under the night sky not caring if they’re drenched. They’re just caught up in the moment of passion itself, the heated air of summer only provides a good reason to enjoy it.

Bang - You flirt with Madison in hopes of catching the Supreme's eye.

Season 4

Nothing yet

Season 5

Nothing yet

Season 6

Nothing yet

Season 7

Nothing yet

Season 8

Wilhemina Venable

The world is ending and I'm in the wrong place - Wrong person, wrong place, wrong time. The world is ending, and you took someone’s place to survive, and it wasn’t even your fault. You didn’t want to, you would’ve happily died, but that didn’t happen. Is outpost 3 worth living? Is there someone to live for? (only part 1 published)

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Ratched

Mildred Ratched

Drenched - Based on the prompt “You foolish girl! You really think I could love you?”

Drenched 2

Social Personas

Sarah Paulson

Haunted house - Sarah + reader going into a hunted house

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Request: Would you be able to write about a drunk misty and Cordelia. Them going out with the girls to keep them in check but actually they get drunk. The reader having to look after them. (The reader couldn’t go cause she was busy with something.) maybe misty being a hungry drunk and wanting to eat everything and maybe Cordelia being sad or maybe horny drunk ? -Anon

I swear I got this request like a year ago and I’ve been working on it on and off since then. If you have sent me a request I promise you I got it and I’m working it. Thank you for your patience, as always. Enjoy! 

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Friend

Pairing : Newt Scamander x Reader / Newt Scamander x Tina Goldstein

Summary : You meet Tina for the first time. It appeared as if Newt hadn't told her he had a wife.

Words : 507

A/N : ANGST ANGST ANGST. You and Newt are married, if that wasn't obvious.

You and Newt got off the ship, hand in hand. Newt had his suitcase, in which was all the creatures and all the necessities for your trip to New York.

He slowly let go of your hand, muttering something about it having gone numb. You smiled and nodded, not really buying it. Ever since he had gotten back from his previous trip, you had felt something off about him. He had spent hours upon hours talking about his newly made friends, especially a brunette woman called Tina.

As you two finally had gone through the security check, a brunette woman, whom you recognized as Tina from pictures Newt had showed you, almost ran straight into Newt's arms. She stopped right before him, slapping him on the cheek.

"That's for not owling me before today morning!" She huffed, and you looked at her and Newt in shock. If only you knew, it was little to what was about to come. Tina grabbed Newt from his collar and took him in for a longing kiss, that lasted for a few seconds. Your mouth hung a little open, as you looked at Newt with a puzzled look. Somehow you didn't find the courage to cry, nor did you want to. It would've just made a bigger mess that this already was.

"And that's because I didn't do it the last time." Tina whispered seductively, finally pulling off Newt. He just stood there, silently. The same way you did. Newt turned to look at you, about to say something, but Tina beat him to it.

"Oh, hello! I'm Tina Goldstein, who are you?" She seemed to notice you for the first time, and you put up a bright smile and held back the tears.

"Y/N Y/L/N, pleasure to meet you." You spat out in the most kindest tone you could muster. Newt didn't miss the fact you used your own last name, instead of his. It stung his heart a tad more than it did yours.

"How do you know Newt?" Tina asked with a bright smile, not noticing how your eyes reddened by the moment.

"I'm her girlfriend. Well, I mean we haven't put a label on it, but you must know what I'm talking about." Tina giggled to you like a school girl talking to her Bestfriend.

"I'm his... Friend." You said with a little hesitation. You didn't know why you lied. You didn't know why you remained so calm. Newt looked at you with a pleading, broken gaze as you magiced something into his palm, which he was holding in his pocket.

"It was nice meeting you, but I must flee now." You muttered, before apparating away. Newt yelled your name once, before looking at what you had given him. In his hand, was the ring he had bought you as a sign he'd love you forever. As a sing, taht he would be devoted to you, his whole life. As a sing, of your marriage. But was there anything to call a marriage anymore?

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A what what now?

I know I’m the angst queen, but hear me out : @stopkillinglilyrabe​ gave me this idea for a fic, and I just had to write it. This doesn’t even have angst in it, just a bunch of smut…

Y'all should pray for me, I’m writing this during reli class….

Summary: Reader is a former student in Miss Robichaux’s, having graduated years ago, and moved out to pursue her future. Upon moving back to the area, she and Cordelia start a fuck buddy relationship. Cordelia is lonely, and the reader needs specific magical things she can’t provide herself- such as flowers, plants, herbs, etc… Sex with your former crush in exchange for ingredients. Can’t be that bad? Right? Unless one of you catches feelings…

Warnings : Smut, sex as “payment”

Words : 1224

A/n: You’re a famous witch author in this one, age isn’t really defined, but younger than Delia. I see this happening after Delia became supreme, but still before the school blossomed. I’m so sorry that I can’t properly write for the reader to be bottom, I really could use someone who writes that to help me.

Eight years it had been. Eight long years since you last saw Cordelia. At first, you missed the blonde, her being your former crush and headmistress. But after the first few months, you had moved on. It wasn’t like she would miss you, so why would you miss her?

 ☾☼☽

Sighing deep, you closed your eyes and knocked. The door was opened by a beautiful brunette, who you didn’t recognize. “Hey, can I help you?” The brunette, who you still didn’t know the name of, asked politely, but a bit wary.

 “Hey, I’m Y/N, I’m here… Uh, well, is Cordelia around?” You inquired and tried to peek over her shoulder. 

“Wait… You’re the Y/N Y/L/N?” 

“Good to know you know me… Who are you again and how do you know my name?”

“I’m Zoe Benson, I’ve read all of your books! Amazing work, could I maybe get a signature???” Zoe, as you now know her name, almost jumped up and down. 

“Yeah, sure, but I’m still trying to find Cordelia…”After a few minutes, signed books and pictures with Zoe, she led you to the Supreme’s office. 

☾☼☽

“You want to do what?” You lifted an eyebrow elegantly, questioning whether you hear her right or not.

“In exchange for the information and ingredients, all I want is sex.” Cordelia cleared her throat, and mimicked your action and raised an eyebrow too.

 “Darling, I… There is one slight problem… I’m not a prostitute.”

“Of course, you’re not a prostitute. Consider this… Casual sex? Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies?”Sighing, you nodded your head. Who knew writing a book would require this much of a sacrifice? Damn you, for telling that you’d write an herbal guide even though you suck at it.

☾☼☽

Swallowing thickly, you opened the door to Cordelia’s bedroom. There she was. Lying in only undergarments on her four-poster bed, with handcuffs in front of her. The room was dimly lit, with just candles. She was wearing deep purple lacey high-waisted panties and bralette. The handcuffs had black fur around them. Her hair was slightly messy, and makeup was done to perfection. Her red lipstick was perfectly shaped, and the first thought you had was how badly you wanted to smudge it. Dropping off your robes, you felt power overcome you. Your black thong and convertible bra were showing off your perfect curves. The black heels you were wearing clicked against the hardwood floor, as you took predatory steps towards your lover. You could see that she was biting her lower lip, and sliding her arm towards her core. 

“Uh-uh” You shook your head as you grabbed the hand, forcing it against the mattress. It didn’t take long for you to cradle her hips and put both her arms over her head, only with one arm. The other one was soothingly running up and down her side, gently, making her shiver and explode with lust.

“This is what you want, huh? Me, on top of you? What a nasty little girl you are.” She whined and tried to kiss you. Shaking your head, you laughed a bit.

 “Darling, tell me… How long?” You questioned and she blushed mad red. 

“Tell me and you’ll be rewarded.” She looked up at your eyes and bit her lip. 

“Since you turned 19… Two years before you left here.” She whined and tried to kiss you again. You lifted your other arm to wrap around her throat and pressed a little. 

“So, what you’re telling me is that you were moaning my name with your own hand for two years? Tsk tsk... “ The blonde blushed again and nodded slightly. Her blush deepened and you cuffed one of her hands to the poster. Summoning another pair of cuffs, the other one was clicked shut to the other poster. Slowly you kissed up her neck, until finally capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Pulling off of her, you started making your way down to her bra, with small, yet tender kisses. You bit and sucked at some points, making her moan. Chuckling, you kissed the hem of her bra. 

“If I can make you moan and beg like this, what, of just imagine what I can do with my mouth down your cunt.” She whimpered and bucked her hips up once again. 

“Patience my love.” Your voice was muffled against her chest. Pulling off her bra, you attacked her nipples with your mouth and hand. 

“O- oh that’s… Yes!” Cordelia yelled, clearly cumming. 

“Did you just…?” You asked and let out a laugh. Cordelia tried to hide her face by turning it away from you and nodded slightly.

 “It’s been long… Don’t judge me.” She murmured, but before she could say anything more, you had pulled her panties aside and stuck in two fingers. Pumping in and out for a few minutes, you could feel her starting to near. That’s when you pulled out, earned a yell of your name, and went down.

 “Don’t edge me!” Cordelia yelled and bucked her hips, making you attack her with your mouth. Flicking her clit with your tongue and pushing inside two fingers, she came within minutes. 

☾☼☽

Cordelia waltzed into your office with a devilish smirk. You lifted your head up from your laptop and rose an eyebrow. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, confusion lacing your voice. She smirked and sat on your lap, making you roll your eyes.

 “I came to have fun with you. And well, your office wasn’t too hard to find, sweetheart. I just googled your name and office, now here I am, the fanciest office in the whole New Orleans.

”“What a little Sherlock you are.” Cordelia kissed you small, but after pulling off and looking into your eyes, she kissed you more deeply, more passionate. After pulling you up from your chair, she sat down on the elegant red velvety couch in the corner of your office. The blonde hiked her skirt up a little and patted down on one of her thighs. You lifted an eyebrow, whilst pulling down your panties. 

☾☼☽

“Y/N/N, can we talk?” Cordelia asked you, staring deep into your eyes. You two were laying on her bed, facing each other. 

“What about?” You bit the inside of your cheek, closing your eyes briefly. 

“I know this was - is, supposed to be just a beneficial relationship, but I did realize something. I - I don’t want this to be just that.” You had to blink a few times, and secretly pinch yourself whether you were just dreaming this. Apparently not. 

“But if you don’t feel the same, it’s ok! I just thought you ought to know…” She whispered.

“I’m not sure Delia. I- I just. This came out of nowhere, I did not expect this.” You started to stutter, not knowing what to do. On the other hand, you weren’t sure about how you feel, but the other you did like her once. Perhaps you could try to see if the flame is still there?

“Okay. Uh, let’s see if this works out.” You said after a paining silence and pulled her close. When you kissed her, it felt different. It wasn’t lustful, rather loving. You giggled a little and pecked her lips once. 

☾☼☽

“Yes, Delia! Of course, I will marry you!”

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Drenched

Pairing : Mildred Ratched x reader

Requested : Yes / No

do u write for nurse ratched? if so can you do prompt 36 from angst list A? if not u can do venable. thank u

You foolish girl! You really think I could love you?

Words : 732

Warnings : Angst with capital A, mentions of sexual intercourse. 

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Tick-tock, tick-tock. A creek under your shoe. Eyes flickering from side to side, trying to find something to stare at. You locked your gaze with the clock in the small vestibule. Waiting for Mildred Ratched was tense. Even if she had given you the key to her apartment, you were afraid that she might get angry. Once the door opened, you handed your lover a wine glass, half filled with her favourite wine. She sighed deeply and put a smile on when she saw the glass. 

“You don’t get me anything unless I tell you to, or you try to bribe me into something. So what do you want?” Ratched started. You took a breath in, listening to your own heartbeat. Finally lifting your gaze to see Ratched, you smiled. 

“We need to talk.” You said with little power in your voice and cursed yourself for acting this way. Ratched nodded and led you out of the vestibule, into her living room. 

“What did you need to talk about?”

“About us…” You confessed and sat down opposite her. 

“What about us?” She asked with venom in her voice.

“I know it’s probably nothing, but I need to make sure.” You started and gulped nervously. 

“Last night when we were on the phone, you forgot to hang up.”

“What? So you were spying on me?” Ratched said and looked at you with an iron gaze. She started to go through what she could’ve been doing last night, her eyes losing their light upon realisation.

“I wasn’t spying on you, I just- We both know what I heard” You confessed and your eyes lost the life once in them at the same time.

“How long did you listen?” Ratched asked, remaining strong. 

“Long enough to realize that it wasn’t porn or a prank. Long enough to hear you say that I never mattered to you when she asked.” 

“What makes you think you did?” 

“What makes me think I did what?”

“Matter to me?” 

Your gaze dropped once more. If you could hear hearts break, yours would be doing that right now. 

“I don’t know… The long kisses, I love you’s and the way we hold each other… I guess I was wrong.” You mustered out, lifting your gaze up again. To stare at Ratched. Her face held no emotion at all. 

“I did all of that just to keep you around. See, for a woman like me, all of you other girls are just a piece of meat.”

“But I - I thought you loved me - “

“You foolish girl! You really think I could love you?”

Disappointment spread across your face as you went pale. NOt once before had you heard Ratched yell. Instead of giving her more pleasure of yelling and insulting you, you stood up and left. Ratched walked right behind you, snatching the key you had gripped on to with dear life, and slamming the door shut after you left. What she didn’t know was that you broke down crying after hearing the door slam. What you didn’t know, she watched you leave from the window, while her own tears flowed down. The pouring rain drenched you, as you let your tears mix with the water coming from above. Ratched watched until she couldn’t see you anymore. Trying to remain strong, she walked into her kitchen. Upon seeing a little note you had left on the kitchen counter, she finally broke down properly. 

“Mildred Ratched. 

I suppose, if you’re reading this, things didn’t end too well. Now I know you don’t care, never did. It doesn’t matter, not anymore anyway. 

You go and have fun. Live a nice life, apply for that job in the hospital you always wanted to. I kind of knew that this wasn’t gonna end well, and somehow I still had hope. Well, luck was on my side, just yesterday I got a job from across the country. I accepted. Here, I think you should have this. Throw it away, keep it, sell it, I don’t care anymore. 

Y/N Y/L/N”

Ratched finally noticed the ring, glistening in the light. Probably the fanciest she’d ever seen. She gripped onto it, smiling, but when she realized you were gone she threw it at the wall and slid to sit on the floor. A sobbing broken mess. Just like you were.

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Kisses

Pairing : Cordelia Goode x reader

Request : Yes / No

reader and Cordelia enjoying a night of stargazing. Things are going well, and romantic, they start to kiss/make out and a storm hits. But instead of seeking shelter from the rain they make love under the night sky not caring if they’re drenched. They’re just caught up in the moment of passion itself, the heated air of summer only provides a good reason to enjoy it.

Words : 381

Warnings : Just some heart warming fluff.

You looked at Cordelia smiled, your date had gone so well. The Blondie was looking up, at the stars. She was wearing a flowy flower dress that looked amazing on her. You two had kicked off your shoes long ago, getting to feel the cool grass under your feet, sitting on a blanket, stargazing. It was perfect. Cordelia turned to you and bit her lip. 

“Is there something on my face, darling?” You giggled at her confused expression and watched as she leaned back from her sitting position so that her body was supported by her arms. 

“No, you’re just so beautiful.” Cordelia blushed like a madman and fell to lay on her back so that she could cover her face.

“No, Delia, I’m serious!!” You said and pulled her to sit on your lap, kissing her plump lips carefully. Cordelia had yelped but was melting into the kiss, that soon turned out to be a soft makeout session. 

All of a sudden the thunder started to roar and the rain hit you out of nowhere. You both could feel each other smile into the kiss. When the moment ended, you both laughed. 

“Wait, let me.” You mumbled and waved your hand so that music started to play. Pulling yourself and Cordelia up, you pecked her forehead and moved her drenched hair out of her face. She giggled and suddenly you spun her around. 

“Dance with me, my love.” You said softly and started swaying with her to the background music. There was only one thing missing, and you soon realized what it was. Smiling, you kneeled down and pulled a hand behind your back. In that hand, was the ring you’d now been hiding for months. 

“Marry me, Cordelia Fiona Goode. Make me the happiest woman alive and be mine?” You let the words fall and smiled up at her. 

Cordelia didn’t hesitate, she fell to sit on her knees on the muddy ground and kissed you deeply. Then she started to peck your mouth and face while you just laughed. 

“Is that…” Cordelia smiled and cut you off. 

“It’s a yes!”

Slipping in the ring, you both leaned in, to make out some more, The rain was still pouring, but it didn’t matter.  You were happy. You both were, 

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Remus Lupin nsfw alphabet.

Requested : Yes / no

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Remus is very affectionate and wants to hold you as long as he can. He’ll most likely tell you how good you did while stroking your hair.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

To be honest, as we know, Remus hates his body. But if he were to choose, it would be his hands, seeing how big they are compared to yours. 

His favorite body part of yours is simply your head. The lovely faces you make at him, sticking your tongue out, how you can show affection by just your eyes.  The brilliant ideas you have, the way your hair falls on your eyes...

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

In my opinion, Remus absolutely hates seeing cum on you, except during his furry time. So, three weeks of the month, he will cum inside of you, when the last week he absolutely makes you filthy. Although he will never admit it, the picture of his cum covering your thighs is something that will always and forever make him hard. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

We can all agree he loves the idea of Sirius joining you two in bed. 

Another dirty secret of theirs is the fact he would absolutely take you anywhere at any time. So, that being told, one of his dreams is to burst into your classroom in the middle of the lesson, tell everyone to leave, and take you on your table. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Remus hadn’t had too much practice in nature, but he has read a ton of books, knowing what he is doing. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy and riding. He loves to have control over you, pull your hair and bang you from behind, but he also loves you taking control of your own pleasure, seeing your face. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Both. Remus can get goofy but prefers to jeep things just “Lovemaking” as he so nicely puts it. 

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Remus is well-groomed, keeps things nice and neat. The carpets don’t match the drapes. The carpets are a shade darker. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As I’ve mentioned, he likes to be romantic, calling it lovemaking and all. He loves to whisper how much he loves you in your ear, as much as he loves seeing you feel every ounce of love he has to offer for you.

But then there’s the jealous, possessive and wolfy side. He just loves to fuck you, making you know who you belong to. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Remus loves to Jack Off. In his youth, he rarely got any,,, pussy,,, so he got used to it. The excitement he gets when jacking off, thinking you’ll see him… That gives him a new level of boost. Though he is very private about it, sometimes even making it his first choice, due to being too afraid to ask you help. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Lemme tell you children, I had a dream Remus had a mommy kink and -YES. Along with a breeding kink.

“Let mommy show how much she cares about you” 

“You take my cum so good, baby…”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Your bedroom is the best. He likes to explore, so you have fucked through your whole house. Rarely outside your apartment though. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do. He gets turned on by the thought of you. Especially when you’re focusing on something, doing your hair in an updo, applying makeup, and changing clothing. One of the things is also just taking a look at your bottom or chest. Remus is a very horny man.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Making you feel pain, any toilet play, or something that could make you sad/uncomfortable. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Ok, Remus does love to go down on you, but even more so, he loves seeing you go down on him. He would change a whole chocolate bar to see you suck his dick.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Can get rough around the full moon, but usually sensual, whether it is rough or not. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t like them too much. He needs to make sure you get the pleasure you deserve. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Remus doesn’t like to take too many risks, but if you manage to pull out the wolf side, he is down for anything.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Remus can last for quite some time, but he needs to take breathers every so often.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Remus didn’t have any toys before you, but with you came the toys. He especially enjoys the ones he can use on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Remus is quite the tease. But if he sees you feel uncomfortable in the situation, he immediately stops and apologizes. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Remus hates the fact he moans, grunts, and even howls a little.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

“I can’t believe I found a woman who cooks as well as she fucks.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Remus is huge. He is thick and long. It was really hard adjusting to it first, but you managed. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Remus is horny 24/7 but you two fuck about every 2 or 3 days. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t really like to sleep afterward. He’s a gentleman, and waits for you to sleep. When wolf time is around, he might fall asleep easily though.

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The world is ending and I’m the wrong place 1

Pairing : (evetual) Wilhemina Venable x reader

Prompt : Wrong person, wrong place, wrong time. The world is ending, and you took someone’s place to survive, and it wasn’t even your fault. You didn’t want to, you would’ve happily died, but that didn’t happen. Is outpost 3 worth living? Is there someone to live for?

Chapter 1 (this one) - You arrive to the outpost, only to find out, you weren’t supposed to be there. You also meet everyone, and 

Warnings - Angst, mentions of self-harm, mentions of anorexia, suicidal thoughts, sexual content, mentions of past abuse, possible phobias, traumas

Words : 1484 

A/N : In this the reader enjoys dresses, makeup (How much, isn’t specified), etc. She’s also orphan (though adult now). But hair, eyes, skin etc isn’t defined, so it’s a free read for anybody. 

Part 1, 

You knew there wasn’t anything out there. It didn’t make sense. If there were other outposts, why hadn’t you heard anything from them? You knew it was all some cheap hoax. So what was the point in keeping going on?

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

Three months ago you arrived into the outpost. All you knew, somebody mistook you for somebody more important, so you were accepted as a purple. It shook you to your core to know, you could’ve died out there, and yet somehow your life continued, simply because of a mistake. It was all like a big joke to you. One casual Thursday you were sitting in your apartment cross-legged on your bed, slender fingers running along the length of the keyboard of your laptop, trying to write yet another job application when your door flung open. You slowly tilted your head up to see what had happened, but that was when someone snatched up the computer from your lap and threw it at the wall, only to return his rough hand to pull you up. Another set of hands, gentler, were also around you as you were forced on your feet and out of your crappy apartment. For some reason you didn’t resist. It wouldn’t matter anyways. Once again, you repeated to yourself that there was nothing and nobody you were leaving behind, so this new place couldn’t be much worse. Oh, how you were wrong. 

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

You had been put to sleep with gas and you couldn’t remember much. You had awoken in a small, tidy room. A very small coffee brown bookcase was in the right wall of your room, alongside the same colored table. On the table was a feather pencil and an ink bottle. A rather long scroll was rolled open before the neatly placed items. Lifting yourself up from the bed, you were taking steps over to the chair in front of the table. However, before you did that, you caught a glimpse of a stand alone mirror in the other corner of the room, so you changed your direction of steps and stood before of the mirror, with a puzzled expression. On you weren’t the cozy clothing from before, no. You were dressed in what looked to be Victorian style clothing. So that caused the pressure in your chest. Ruffling through all the petticoats, the corset and the drawers you hummed. The purple dress was lovely. Perhaps, not the one you’d go for, but still, lovely. You nodded at yourself and opened the huge wardrobe doors. Going through the coffee colored cabinet, which matched everything in the room, you found all you would need to survive. By now, you had figured out that there would be no electronics and you were fine. I mean, who would pick up if you called? Previously you barely had three contacts, and even they were for necessities. 

After going through the small room, even the little bathroom attached to it, you were ready to read the scroll.

“Welcome to Outpost 3, Maryann Howells...”

Something wasn’t right. Your name wasn’t Maryann Howells. That was your landlord’s daughter. How’d they mix you with her? You two were complete opposite. First off, her she was rich, and most certainly didn’t live in the smallest apartment whole Los Angeles had to offer. Well, the mix-up had happened, you could still change, right? The second thing you started to wonder, what that why were you in an outpost. You didn’t want to be here, Maryann could come and fetch her place, you’d happily give it to her. 

“...As you should be aware, the world has ended. Well, most of it. Your father, however, bought you a place here. You’re welcome to stay as long as you wish, as long as you follow my rules...”

And so began the long list of rules, which mind you, were ridiculous for some part. But, what caught your attention, was the loopy signature. “Ms. Venable”. What a curious name. She must be rather rich, or fancy or - 

Knock at the door. You dropped he parchment to the table and turned around to see a short black-haired woman in the doorway. 

“Miss Mead, my name. Follow me.” The woman spat, and started walking. You picked up the parchment and followed after her. After the long, dimly candle lit hallway, she knocked on a wooden door and waited for some permission to open it. A hollow “enter” could be heard and ms. Mead opened the door and lifted her hand to signal for you to go inside. That you did. You nodded at her on the way, but she just glared at you. 

Eyeing around the room you scanned everything quickly, before a cough caught your attention. Swiftly you turned your body to face the stranger in the room. Standing in front of a wooden desk was the most beautiful creature you’ve seen. Fiery red hair was neatly pulled in a sleek hairdo. Black lacy dress covered her whole body, hitting the floor, not by an inch, but perfectly. Her hands were covered by black gloves that looked to be a part of the dress. Those same hands, that had the perfect black manicure, were resting atop a raven skull cane. You could also tell she was wearing a corset and heels, no way she was that tall with great posture without. And you were right. Another cough to pull you out of the daydream. 

“I am ms. Venable, and you are not ms. Howells.” She stated the obvious, and her voice was like of a siren’s. You needed to hear more of it. 

“That I am not. I am ms Y/L/N, Y/N to be exact. And to answer the obvious,no, I have no idea why I am here.”

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

It was obvious ms. Venable liked you. Three months had passed since she and you were introduced. Those three months that had felt the best for her, had felt the worst for you. Of course, Venable had had her battles within her head, but even she couldn’t ignore feeling love. Love for you. It was weird. Usually, she’d hate people like you. You were basically a nobody. None of the purples, even less the grays, had found out anything about you. You seemed, and were, closed off, wary and perhaps even shy. It bothered her. And the fact that whenever she seemed to speak to you, you didn’t seem scared, or even intimidated. And somehow you found the audacity to speak against her, if she was being ruthless, mean or otherwise... Venable. But then again, perhaps she didn’t love you. Perhaps, she just needed you to crack your shell. You hadn’t realized Venable acting a bit tougher around you, or the way she tried to steal long gazes from you. The way she looked at you when you were reading a book, thinking you were alone. Th way she always spared you from every punishment, others already had been through multiple times. All you had realized, was the feeling of being trapped, like a rat. You couldn’t leave the outpost without someone noticing, and most likely getting executed on the spot. The feeling of being paranoid of all the people surrounding you. Everyone... Except Venable. Something about her fascinated you. But you had come to the conclusion, she would not open up about anything, unless you did. So you didn’t. You let her be just like everyone else. Nobody mattered, nothing mattered. 

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

Even before learning the world was ending, you had felt empty. You had nobody. You grew up in the system, all alone. Your parents had abandoned you, nobody adopted you due to your mental illnesses, no matter how well hidden you tried to keep them. The scars and your bony figure never let you forget about everything. Yet, something kept you from ending it all. There you were, sitting on your bathroom floor, looking at the very old fashioned blade filled with blood, thinking how smoothly it would cut your arm open. It would take no time. and your body would be discovered in the morning. It would probably take only a few more cuts around your body to pass out. There were plenty bleeding cuts on your legs, your arms, your stomach, name it. Just as you were about to press the blade on your wrist, you heard a gasp and receding steps. Perhaps it was a grey, and now they were on their way to tell Venable. You thought about running after them, but to your disappointment, you realized all the blood and still bleeding cuts. Plan B, clean up and pretend as if nothing ever happened. 

And that’s what you did, pretend like nothing happened. It was the next day, right after lunch, half a cube of that horrid jello, that ms. Mead came to the library. 

“Ms. Venable demands your presence in her office, now.”

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I don't want you to go

Cordelia Goode x Reader

Pairing - brief mention of Cordelia goode x reader

Words - I wish I knew

Summary : Y/N has got to talk to Cordelia about something important, before the time runs out. 

Warnings - Deathly illness, heartbreak, Cordelia’s a shit

Hope you enjoy it peeps 😘

You can decide if the reader is a student/teacher

Also this gif gives me the hotsss 🥵🥵

Y/N was waiting outside the blonde's classroom for Cordelia to end her lesson. After that, she’d try and talk to the Supreme, in hopes of getting forgiveness for her behavior from the past few weeks. To be honest, Y/N had acted like a little kid. She refused to do things, did things strictly forbidden int he academy... When the students started piling out, Y/N went inside. 

“Hey, just a minute, please?” Y/N asked as she noticed Cordelia staring at her computer. 

“Sur- Nope.” Cordelia started, but upon realizing who it was she rolled her eyes and shook her head. 

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.” Y/N still said, looking at the ground. 

“I just said I don’t want to talk.”

“I heard you perfectly. But I need to tell you some-”

“Out!” Cordelia yelled and pointed at the door. Y/N’s eyes widened as she stepped outside the classroom, her orbs glistening with tears. 

Cordelia took a deep breath before packing her stuff and starting her way to the library. On her way, she saw Y/N in Zoe's classroom, hugging the mentioned person. She could only hear a few sniffles and Zoe comforting Y/N. 

“If she won’t listen to you, I’m sure she’ll listen to me.” Zoe said and pushed Y/N away from her shoulders, only to look her straight in the eyes. 

“Just deep breaths.” Cordelia rolled her eyes once again and continued her way to the library. 

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“But she… She is not ready…”  One of the witches was looking at a blank wall, tears threatening to spill. 

“Apparently there’s nothing to do anymore.” Another one said, taking a deep breath in. Obviously, Cordelia got interested of who they were talking about. 

“What are you talking about?” The blonde asked as she handed a tissue to the crying female. 

“She has lung cancer. Apparently, she’s got a few months anymore.”

“Who are you talking about?” Cordelia asked in confusion, feeling bad to whoever had to go through that. The blonde grabbed a cup of coffee, only to drop it in pure shock. 

“Cordelia fucking Goode! You are so done for!” Zoe yelled as she entered the room, taking furious steps towards Cordelia, who was beyond confused. 

“What?” She asked coldly when she realized that it was probably Y/N who Zoe was going to do the yelling for. 

“She was going to apologize and say goodbye and you just yelled at her!” Zoe continued shouting, right in front of Cordelia. 

“...So?” Cordelia asked and lowered her head a bit as if to prove she didn’t care.

Zoe had had it, officially. She slapped Cordelia and stormed out of the building. The other witches watched in horror. Not because Zoe had slapped the elder one, no. 

“Y/N’s the one with lung cancer.” Cordelia turned to look at the person who said it, in pure terror. 

“...She’s skipping town today.” The other one added and wiped her tears away. 

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Y/N was looking around her empty room, trying to remember it as it is. Tears streamed down her face. Finally taking the last deep breath, she stepped outside her room and started her way downstairs. The witches in the academy would be be the second last people she’d see before skipping the country. Her own family being the last one. 

Cordelia was sitting in the library, silently staring at the picture’s in Y/N’s Instagram page. 

“Hey!” Cordelia heard a voice beam from the living room. With that, she thought she was going crazy. It sounded like Y/N. She walked around the corner to the living room, seeing Y/N settling to sit on the sofa. 

“Yeah, I mean. It just constantly feels as if someone’s poking a hole to my lungs. Sometimes I cough up blood, but that’s pretty much it with the horrible cough I get sometimes.” Y/N was explaining to the other witches. 

“I mean, the prediction is two months. I hate to say it, but hopefully, it’ll take me sooner. It’s just very hard to process everything.” She kept answering all the questions from the young witches. She also had to explain there had been no way to cure it with magic, since she had tried it already. 

Cordelia coughed finally, as if to get Y/N attention. Y/N refused to look at her. 

“How come you didn’t tell anybody earlier?” Cordelia finally spoke up, wanting to see Y/N’s eyes. The one time Y/N wasn’t staring at her, she wanted her to. 

“I just got to know a few weeks back myself.” Y/N replied, staring at her hands. 

“Could we- I don’t know, talk just the two of us?” Cordelia suggested, smiling hopefully. 

“I believe that won’t be necessary.” Y/N replied and finally looked up to Cordelia with a stern look. 

“Please?”

“No.” Y/N made it quite clear that Cordelia had missed her chance. 

Out of nowhere,  Y/N started coughing. 

“Excuse me.” She said as she went to the toilet.

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Looking at herself in the mirror, she tried to wash out the blood that got into her hair. 

“Shit.” She repeated to herself when her make-up got wiped off by accident.  There was a knock at the door. 

“Do you need help with something?” Cordelia asked and looked at the ground. 

“If you had makeup remover and a hairbrush, I’d be very, very grateful.” Y/N said as she stepped out from the bathroom.

“Yeah, just, come here.” Cordelia guided Y/N to her bedroom.

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“I had no idea what you were, and still are, going through.” Cordelia said as she removed Y/N’s makeup gently. 

“No words can cure the fact that I’m going to die.”

“Don’t say it out loud.”

“But it’s the truth.”

Cordelia sighed and nodded, making eye contact with Y/N. There was a moment of silence. Cordelia leaned in and kissed Y/N. But Y/N just pulled away, looking scared. 

“Before you feel guilty… I  want to kiss you back… It’s just that… My condition, I can’t let anyone get too attached.”

Cordelia let out a little sad laugh. 

“That’s too late.”

Y/N smiled and hugged Cordelia. 

“Don’t go… Stay with me.” Cordelia whispered against Y/N’s chest. 

“I have to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“But I want to…”

“You want this too…”

“I’m sorry…”

With that, Y/N left. And she never came back.