#+ increased contact with favourite person

[sumarmz]

Do you ever just feel like ceasing to exist like not suicide but just not existing

[tsukii0002]

My demons' periods cycles. By Mc

Note: these are purely my headcanons at the moment, they are based on animal ethology and behaviours that I think would suit each character depending on their personality and Lore. I would love to read your headcanon in case you have them.

Warning: Long text. Possible grammatical errors. It's written as if Mc was writing for themself.

Hey, it me Mc, the best human. Here is a compilation of the behaviours of my demons during their periods, cycles, for practical day to day use. It wasn't easy but I sat them down and got to talk to them, with a little effort I now know what they need. So now I am ready to assist them during these complicated times and be prepared in case I find a dead goat on the porch as a tribute.

Lucifer, Mammon & Levi || Satan, Asmo, & Beel || Belphie, Barbatos & Diavolo || Simeon & Raphael

Satan

Light damages his eyes, and during his period he does not sleep at all.

During his cycle, the plaques that extend from his tail to his entire body become more pronounced and acquire a bioluminescent coating. As do its horns. Beware, they prick.

Some parts of his body grow feathers (I think this is a "side" effect of his birth). He aggressively plucks them out, help him not to hurt himself.

His teeth grow continuously, he has to be sanding them (biting things or his own tail). Other than that he doesn't groom much.

Satan doesn't have a fixed place to spend his heat, and although he likes to "nest" he doesn't know how to do it well, which frustrates him a lot. Help him, you already have experience (I think that's why he has chosen my room as his favourite place)

Depending on the weather he may make something more like a nest or a burrow.

Satan is terribly territorial, even with his siblings. He has had a run in with Cerberus from time to time. Please don't let that happen, the house won't hold.

Satan does not have a pre-heat period as such, but you can tell it is coming because he becomes more taciturn and solitary.

Raw meat is his main food, which is what he goes out to hunt very often because he needs a lot of it, but make sure he doesn't eat more than his capacity or it will make him sick. One way to do this is to feed him yourself (I think he thinks you have hunted for him if you do this).

Satan is the only one who haunts other demons and even souls of the condemned.

It is the only one that has fought other demons. Any living thing within 100 metres of him is encroaching on his territory, which is a problem because he moves so much for hunt.

Satan becomes non-verbal. But he does not use noises to communicate, only physical contact.

Growls and roars are reserved for threats and warnings (in other words, to communicate with everyone but you).

He likes physical contact, but is afraid to get close in case he hurts you (his tags and tail), you won't deny him comfort so be careful and that's it.

Satan produces pheromones, but does not usually mark.

His way of courting is to offer you resources, especially prey (he wants to prove he can feed you), it's not the first time he's brought you a live demon. Once he brought you a Little D, the poor thing kept shaking.

Satan's senses are heightened to the extreme. Many stimuli upset him and he has fits of rage. talk to him, so that he focuses his attention on your voice, that will calm him down. Lucifer's voice calms him down a lot too (but it's a secret)

All these changes (hormonal, behavioural…) are not good for his anger, the poor thing gets very angry without knowing why.

Satan's temperature is a reflection of his activity, when he is on the move it increases and when he stops it decreases.

During periods of low activity he curls up next to you, holding your hand (for fear of hurting you) with his pupils fully dilated, don't be fooled, he is fully alert and ready to attack.

Satan purrs? YES! It's the purr that most resembles a cat (that will make him happy, but don't tell him, the avatar of wrath has his pride).

Mc: *in their bedroom helping Satan* Here is ok?

Satan: *looking at them and nodding*

Mc: Making a nest is complicated… are you sure this is okay?

Satan: *standing next to them and rubbing his cheek with their cheek *

Mc: *smiling* Okay, let's go to the next part.

Satan: *grunting at a demon that's approached the house*

Mc: Satan!!! Satan stop!!!

Demon: *paralyzed with fear*

Mc: *hugging* Satan now, let him go, he's going, he's goi- agh!

Satan: !!!

Mc: *cut themself with his tail* It's okay, it's nothing.

Satan: *guilty look*

Mc: *taking him by the hand* Don't worry, this heals fast.

Satan: *nodding still guilty, squeezing their hand*

Demon: …. I thought I was dying!!!!

Satan: *purring as he presses his chin on Mc*

Mc: *talking to him to calm him down* And remember you don't have to go out every day, there's plenty of food here….

Satan: *purring more loudly*

Mc: But if you see my great uncle's soul, the one from the village, it's all yours.

Satan: *nodding with a smile*

Mc: *laughing* How trustworthy, you're awesome Satan.

Asmo

Although he spends most of his time awake, he needs to sleep.

He can be just as active during the day as he is at night (like arachnids).

For him to sleep, you have to be right next to him or he won't sleep.

Asmo needs to nest completely under cover, underground, but prefers the safety of his home to going outside. So he improvises a burrow in his room.

During his period the scales of his exoskeleton become shiny and velvety coated, as do his wings and horns.

Them take on a more striking fuchsia colour than usual. It will be one of the few times you will be able to see Asmo's tail with its sting.

He preens himself a lot, moistening its wings, polishing its scales... At first he is a little reluctant to be helped, but later he will be constantly asking for your help.

More than territorial, Asmo is possessive. He doesn't want you to leave his side, sometimes with his siblings too. If he smells a scent of someone else in his tribe, good luck to that individual.

Asmo doesn't have pre-heat, you'll just wake up one day with all your clothes gone and you'll know it's started.

Asmo's diet during its cycle is varied, although its consumption increases, ranging from fresh meat, fluids of all kinds, to poisonous substances such as flowers, mushrooms or other live animals. Be sure to allow some time to pass before he kisses or bites you.

If you get him a rare poisonous plant, he will be happy and content.

He can talk normally, but he will also make clicking sounds to indicate his mood.

Lots of pheromones, Asmo produces lots and lots of pheromones during his period, pheromones that he will use to mark his territory. Often his siblings can't be near him. You don't have that problem

Asmo is very needy to contact, hug him, give him kisses, caress his wings, his hair. He will be happy to let you.

And he will return the gesture, he will bite you too (always have your first aid kit handy). He will always try to be on top of you or for you to be on top of him.

Asmo's courtship consists of exsivating while performing a dance (like scorpions), this dance is complex and elaborate, and during it he releases a large amount of pheromones.

He gets very confused when you don't react to it, Asmo I'm sorry but I can't smell your pheromones, sometimes he even gets sad.

His senses are very developed, especially his sense of smell, which is more developed than any of his siblings. Make sure the flowers in his room are enchanted so that they don't emit odour and with perfumes and other fragranced products the same or he can get hurt.

Asmo's temperature will generally drop, but he will go through periods of very high fever (due to his sin) which will leave him tired.

During fever peaks he will become very active, and will devote most of his time to courting. To balance this out you will have to COURT him yourself, you'd better improve that dance.

Because of his temperature, he will spend most of his time hiding in the burrow, demanding your cuddles.

He purrs? , yes, in an adorable and soft way. It is easy to make him purr, with a simple praise.

Asmo: Kiss? *with Mc sitting on his lap*

Mc: Not yet Asmo.

Asmo: *with teary eyes* Don't you love me anymore?

Mc: *sighing* Asmo, my life, my heart, you just ate three nightshade roots.

Asmo: *almost crying* And?

Mc: I love you very much but I also want to live.

Asmo: My nose itches.

Mc: Wait a bit longer, I'm finishing enchanting the flowers.

Asmo: *sad * It would be less trouble to remove them…

Mc: But you like them, don't you?

Asmo: Mc..

Mc: *hugging him* I'm here to help you and to make you comfortable, if you like the flowers, the flowers stay.

Asmo: Love you so much!

Asmo: *dancing with a very high fever*

Mc: Asmo, you are so beautiful… you can rest now.

Asmo: *staring at them non-stop*

Mc: *blushing while standing up * You leave me no choice *starts dancing and grabs Asmo by the waist*

Asmo: ?! Are you courting me?! * excited*

Mc: *Grabbing him in their arms to take him to rest* Yup, it worked?.

Asmo: I'm all yours, Mc, from the beginning…

Beel

Light is not a problem for him, although he prefers darkness.

During his period, the exoskeleton hardens and plates of it appear all over his body, and his horns become iridescent.

In addition, its wings become ribbed in a pattern, which at first glance is very beautiful. The more complex the pattern, the more attractive it is. You always see his wings as beautiful, but you agree with him, Beel deserves it.

He does a lot of grooming, which is lovely to see, because Beel is a bit clumsy and needs constant help, he has been injured a few times and you don't want that to happen again.

There are some flies and other insects that lay their nests underground. In Beel's case he has a small gallery dug in the garden, which he uses for storage too.

Beel at the beginning of the cycle may be in the house, but as he progresses he will be in his gallery.

More than territorial, he becomes protective of you and his siblings (he once kidnapped Luke), so when he is in his gallery he feels bad, because his desire to protect them is crushed by his need to be hidden.

Beel has a very marked pre-heat, in which he accumulates large quantities of food in his small cave and his appetite doubles. All the inhabitants of the house join in at this time to cook.

In contrast, during his period of heat his activity is reduced and his appetite decreases, this does not mean that he does not eat, he eats more often but in much smaller quantities and from storage (food that does not spoil).

He will insist on feeding you constantly, prepare indigestion medicine, you will need it.

Beel becomes totally non-verbal, be prepared to become an interpreter, he communicates with grunts, clicks and buzzes his wings.

Lots of buzzing, it's not the first time you've been hit by his wings, with the different buzzes he makes all sorts of claims and they have a high communicative range, you'll just need some time to figure it out.

His pheromones are strong, and he will mark, although he does it unconsciously.

As I said, he likes to have his family around him, but when he can't, anxiety takes over, vibration and physical contact calms him down. The easiest thing to do is to lay him on your chest and talk to him while stroking his hair or wings.

Beel's courtship is complex, first he feels the need to prove he can be a good provider, so he will constantly enlarge and improve his gallery.

And then there is the display of his wings, patterning and rhythmic, synchronised movements and buzzes to impress you.

He sleeps more than usual, will want you to sleep in his arms, and usually does so perched on one of his walls, hopefully you won't develop vertigo….

His senses are not as sharp as those of his siblings, but he becomes much more agile and has much better reflexes.

Beel's temperature increases, due to the continuous movement of his wings (insects produce a lot of heat when flying), but when he is at rest he tends to cool down.

Beel's purr is a mixture of a buzz and a vibration, he will purr when he is calm and content.

Beel was a little worried about how you might react because many humans detest insects. Be sure to praise his wings and other attributes, because this demon is adorable.

Mc: So this is your lair?

Beel: Yes… I decided to keep it from period to period to not destroy the garden…

Mc: I think it's very practical!!! It must be very cool in summer.

Beel: Do you really think so?

Mc: Yes, and cosy too, you're an artist Beel.

Beel: *smiling as he blushes*

Beel: *grunts*

Mc: Beel I can't take anymore…

Beel: *holding out a piece of fruit to them* *buzz*

Mc: Really Beel, I'm going to explode…

Beel: !! *hugging them*

Mc: It's a figure of speech… but can you eat my share… please.

Mc: *sleeping hugging Beel in one of the corners of his gallery*

Beel: *caressing them with his cheek*

Mc: It's all right Beel?

Beel: *crackling with worry*

Mc: Don't worry... Lucifer is with them… and the others will take care of Lucifer for you.

Beel: …*cradling them adoringly*

Mc: And I'll take care of you, so rest…

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If you have made it this far thanks you 🩷

[hjijp]

haechan boyfriend thoughts

pairing. haechan x reader // warnings. mentions of the kpop industry, mentions of feeling like a burden? a/n. // this is rushed ngl, my bad

bf!haechan who is constantly seeking opportunities to establish physical contact with you, whether you're in a public setting or in the privacy of your own space. his desire to be in close proximity to you at all times is evident, and he finds great comfort in the warmth of physical touch. any remarks or teasing about his attachment to you are inconsequential to him, as nothing else matters when he has you by his side.

bf!haechan who can truly be himself when around you, with no judgment or cameras watching. haechan lives a stressful life, which is evident when he returns to your shared apartment with tense shoulders and a frown on his face. during times like these, he loves to cuddle up with you while watching his favourite show in the background.

bf!haechan who will fiercely defend you. he always stands up for you when someone says something negative about you. he's the kind of boyfriend who will fight tooth and nail to protect and support you, no matter what.

bf!haechan who always insists that you play his favourite games with him, even if you don't know how to play. he'll either bring another chair for you to sit with him at his desk or he'll pull you into his lap. he loves to teach you how to play a game he's passionate about. It brings him great joy to share his favourite things with you.

bf!haechan who is always concerned about not burdening you with his problems. he puts in a lot of effort to shield you from the negative side of the industry so that you don't worry about him. however, his reluctance to talk about his issues only increases your concern for him. he swears he'll try harder to be more open about his problems.

bf!haechan who makes it a priority to stay connected with you by sharing his day-to-day experiences while he's away on tour. he loves sending you not only pictures of sunsets and sunrises but also little mementos that remind him of you. he loves to pick out small souvenirs from the places he visits, hoping to bring you a piece of the world he's exploring.

bf!haechan who is a playful tease who finds endless joy in making you blush. his mischievous nature knows no bounds as he continually finds ways to playfully poke fun at you, leaving your cheeks a constant shade of red.

bf!haechan who always puts in the effort to ensure that every day is filled with fun, especially when you're on a date. his greatest joy comes from seeing your happiness, especially when it's because of something he did.

bf!haechan who never fails to express his belief that you are the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes on. he adores capturing candid images of you which he cherishes and adds to his dedicated album filled with those lovely moments.

[inuyashaluver]

would you be able to write a cute leah x reader fic where reader gets ill and leah being the good girlfriend she is takes care of reader till readers better

i’ve got you - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which you don’t listen to your girlfriend and now you have to deal with the consequences

warnings: mentions of sickness

a/n: we love a comfort sick fic!! thank you so much for the request, enjoyyyyyy ❤️❤️

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you and your girlfriend, leah were soulmates and everyone knew it. it all started when you joined arsenal when you left australia to join the wsl.

leah was the first one to come up to you all those years ago, a friendly smile on her face with a gentle extension of her hand the moment you stepped foot inside the door.

“hey, I’m leah, we haven't met officially” she said almost sheepishly, her cheeks lightly dusting with pink as her eyes shone into yours. you smiled back with an equally bashful smile.

you've always admired leah from afar when you played against each other, though, you never went up to her out of your own nervousness.

“hi, I’m (y/n)” she smiled because she already knew your name, she’d kept it in the back of her mind ever since the first match you played against each other.

you were breathtakingly gorgeous, and also a player she found difficult to mark when you would approach from the midfield. you were in her mind rent-free, her admiration for you not subtle at all.

“if you ever wanted to..uh, be shown around the area, maybe we could get a coffee or something?” she clears her throat after the sentence left her lips, anticipating rejection from your blank stare, only you surprised her when you started to giggle slightly.

“i’d love to, how about tomorrow?” you suggest, your sweet smile melting her heart as you maintained eye contact with her, “tomorrow is great!” she grinned, wincing slightly at how quick and eager she had responded, but you made all those thoughts wash away.

“its a date” you winked, only leaving her when kim called you over for some introductions to your new teammates. leah’s heart was about to implode, she couldn't believe it. you and her were going on a date.

and fast forward 5 years, she still couldn't believe how far you both had gotten. now dating, moved in together and happier than you ever could be.

–

you and leah were polar opposites when it came to the mornings. your girlfriend loved a good sleep in, she loved it so much she would beg you for 5 minutes more without a fail.

you, however, have always been a morning person, preferring to wake up earlier to have more time to get ready and do odd tasks around the house.

leah admired this quality about you, she loved to watch you move around so effortlessly, looking extremely beautiful as you presented her a cup of tea as soon as she woke up, made perfectly just how she liked it.

though what confused her about this morning, is that you were still in bed when she woke up. leah being up before you was extremely rare and only really happened on her favourite days of the year: your birthday, your anniversary and christmas.

you were cuddled up by her side and she smiled instantly when she looked down at you beside her, though it fell into a frown when she noticed the slight increase in your body heat.

you were always the perfect amount of warm to her but today you were a little too warm and leah didn't feel right about it. she moved some stray hairs on your face, your eyebrows in a slight furrow showing your discomfort.

it was until she heard a little sniffle coming from you that her alarm bells began to ring, her girlfriend was sick. she gently peeled herself from you, moving into the bathroom to find a washcloth, wetting it with cool water, wringing it out and promptly making her way back to you.

she gently rolled you on your back and placed the cool cloth on your forehead, hoping it would bring down your body temperature. leah shook her head as she watched you sleeping, knowing this was because you refused to wear your jacket in training yesterday.

she chuckled remembering how insistent you were fine. she was excited to give you a look that just screamed ‘i told you so’. though, she put it aside for now. instead, she left the room quickly, calling staff members to let them know you both were not coming in today.

you slightly stirred when the bed dipped slightly, leah sitting beside you watching you sleep. you suddenly sat up right, frantically looking at the clock and realising you were both going to be late for training.

“babe, why didn't you wake me up?” you croak, attempting to get out of bed before leah stops you, “baby girl, you're not going anywhere” she said with a stern tone, her hands resting on your shoulders as she gently pushed your back to rest on the backboard of the bed.

“lee, we can't miss training, the game’s coming up” you rebuttal, sniffling as you looked at leah in an attempt to not look as ill as you could.

“we’re not going to training lovey, you're sick” she exhales through her nose, squeezing your cheek affectionately as you look at her with a dumbfounded expression.

“i'm not sick” you scoff, arms coming together and crossing over your chest. leah raises her eyebrows amusingly, her stubbornness was rubbing off on you and she wasn't sure whether to be proud or concerned.

“baby, you're sick, you have a fever and you've got the sniffles” she smiles, her hand moving to rest on your blanketed thigh, “i feel fine to go to training” you groan, avoiding eye contact because you knew she would catch on to your lie, your throat extremely scratchy as you tried to hold in a cough.

“really?” leah said cheekily, her finger hooking under your chin to make eye contact again, you pause for a moment. “yeah” you say simply, unable to stop yourself from sniffling,

“my girl, you are sick and we are staying home, end of discussion” she grins mischievously, standing up and moving towards the end of the bed.

she gives you a shit eating grin before grabbing both of your ankles, you yelp slightly when you feel her pull you down so you were laying down again, your head resting on the pillow.

“leah cathrine!” you laugh slightly, hearing your girlfriend giggle along with you, “that’s me, gorgeous” she grins up at you, moving around the bedroom to put on some sweats and a hoodie.

“i’m popping out for a second, lovey, i just need to get some bits for us” she kisses the crown of your head despite your refusal, “i'll be back, okay?” she affirms,

“i love you” you give her a weak smile, leah smiling back sweetly without missing a beat, “i love you too” she coos, almost sprinting out of the door to get to the shops.

–

she came back about 30 minutes later, struggling to open up the door with all the bags she had in her hands.

when you heard the keys clank on the ground and several curse words escaping your girlfriend’s mouth, you trudged out of bed to open the door for her.

she exhaled in relief when she made it to the kitchen, thanking you with a kiss to the forehead before giving you a lecture after realising you weren't where you were supposed to be.

the only words you really comprehended were: “you should be in bed”, “i can't leave you for two seconds without you doing something you're not supposed to be doing”.

you couldn’t help but laugh when leah dropped all the bags on your kitchen counter, stopping when she gave you a stern expression. "did you buy the whole shop?” you grinned, a little cough escaping your throat that leah winced at.

“no, missy” she tutted, “i got medicine that the pharmacist recommended, extra tissues, soup, other dry foods, tea and other little things” she shrugged after she verbalised her list to you.

your facial expression visibly softened when leah finished, something that your girlfriend noticed and her cheeks dusted with pink at how affectionately looking at her.

“thank you” you say softly in awe, leah smiles sweetly at you, gently moving around the island to grip your hand, walking you into the living room. the couch was already prepared for you with pillows and your favourite blanket.

“you rest here and i'll make you something to eat” you raise your eyebrow at her and she rolled her eyes, “shut up” she chuckles, turning on the tv for you and slowly bringing over medicine, tissues, cough drops, anything she could get to help you.

–

after you ate, leah made you move over so she could slot behind you, even though you begged her not to so she didn’t get sick but she refused.

she cuddled up to you, letting you rest on top of her while her hands rubbed up and down your waist gently.

“have you felt sick just today?” leah asked you softly, “i felt sick last night” you admit in a guilty voice, “baby, why didn't you tell me?” her voice laced with concern as you rested your chin on her chest to look up at her.

“I didn't want to bother you” you mumbled, her hand cupping your cheek gently, making you lean into her touch, “you're never a bother, my love, never” she says firmly, telling you she was serious.

you nod, moving your head slightly to kiss her palm. she gives you an affectionate smile, her hand moving to the back of your head to pull it down to rest on her chest again.

“let's have a nap, baby” she whispers, “i've got you” her free hand rubbing comforting circles on your back, sending you to sleep in no time.

she smiles when she feels your deep breaths brush against her collarbone, the way your body perfectly fits against her own as your body rises and falls.

she loved you so much she couldn't believe it. and she knew you felt the same because she felt it everyday. as she watched you sleep, she knew she would do anything you needed from her, and that was a promise she intended to keep.

–

about a week later, you and leah returned to training again, many of your teammates excited to see that you'd finally recovered. and leah was happy to see your cheeky self was back to normal when people asked how you were.

you lovingly stating that ‘leah had cured you’. she’d roll her eyes every time you said it but you both knew she loved it. her pink cheeks never gave her that animosity she wanted.

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you know the drill - pretend it’s you!! ily lessi baby

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leahwilliamsonn: comes back after a week of being sick and gets herself two goals - she drives me insane

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yourname: maybe it’s my secret to success??

↳ leahwilliamsonn: don’t go around trying to get sick again, missy

↳ yourname: no promises

↳ leahwilliamsonn: such a little shit

↳ yourname: you love it

↳ leahwilliamsonn: sure

[st4rgzer]

WHEN I NEED YOU matt sturniolo

summary: when things get too much, Matt is there for you when you most need it.

genre: angst and fluff

cw!: problems with food, anxiety, panic attack

a/n: requested!!

Matt was there when I needed him the most, that is why I love him.

I stared at the blank ceiling above me, surrounded by the tiles of the bathroom floor, which were cold on my legs, uncomfortably cold.

I clutched my phone as I was curled in a fetal position, scrolling down more comments, my heart clenching every time I saw any “somewhat” negative comment, I hate my sensibility, it’s not anybody’s fault, just mine.

I debated calling anyone, Matt explicitly told me to call him every time I felt down, any time I felt like I needed him. It became a habit to call him up when my mind felt crowded. But I felt like now wasn’t the time, I didn’t deserve to be comforted.

Short breaths started leaving my mouth, rapidly increasing their pace. Hot tears kept rolling down my cheeks, as sobs echoed through the empty bathroom. My hand fell onto my face in frustration, as I continued to fail at slowing my breathing, trying to reject the start of a panic I knew was coming, ones that weren’t rare, nevertheless, I hadn’t had one in months, I felt guilty about losing me streak, about failing myself and the people I promised i’d get better to.

My chest rose and fell, again and again, I clutched it in an attempt to get a hold of myself. I clumsily scrolled through my contacts and clicked on Matt’s, bringing the phone to my ear.

“Matt? Matt, are you there?” My voice broke almost immediately, covering my mouth to prevent another sob, to prevent him from knowing.

“Yes, baby, I’m here, what’s?- are you okay? are you crying” His tone instantly changed as soon as he put the puzzle pieces together in his mind. I could hear him grab the keys, ushering away from his brothers swiftly, as the door squeaked open.

“no, i- yes, yes, but nothings wrong, i’m not going to do anything stupid, I just needed to hear your voice” I managed to blurt out, my voice shaky as I tried to explain the situation to him, he could tell I was lying.

“okay baby, just stay on the line with me, tell me about what you did today, okay?” He consoled me. His car door clicked, I heard him start the engine, even though I didn’t want him to come, I know i needed him to do so.

“I- well, I had lunch with my friend, we went to a new diner near mine” The words came out of my mouth clumsily, trying to focus on forming sentences, helping my mind to distract itself and slowly, helping my breathing to fall back into rhythm.

“that’s great honey, what did you eat?” I could tell by his voice he was trying to sound relax, but I knew he was terrified, by the slight shake in his words, the fear of that, when he stopped talking, I wouldn’t respond.

“I ate- um, I ate pasta, butter pasta with shrimp, I didn’t get the alfredo cause I felt bad you couldn’t eat it with me” I sniffed, laughing slightly, the tears and the strain in my chest slowly stopping.

He laughed along with me, as if he wasn’t fucking terrified that when he came to mine, his favourite person wouldn’t be there. Still, he felt a tiny bit better hearing my laugh.

“that’s great, did you get any dessert?”

I remembered feeling guilty, I remembered that’s when this started. My friend got a salad, and she didn’t have any dessert, yet I picked a brownie. She stared at me, I could tell she was judging me, belittling me in her head. I felt sick all of the sudden, and a knot in my throat, the same one I felt when my mother asked if “that’s what you’re having? i could never.” The same knot I felt when the other kids got picked before me.

Matt felt a shift in my mood, a sudden pause and silence that indicated I was caught back into the trance.

“fuck” Matt muttered under his breath, cursing to himself for not being more aware of what he was saying. Luckily, he’d finally pulled up to my house, and parked in the driveway, practically running towards my door and pulling out the spare key I gave him for emergencies like these, well, not like these , but nonetheless, important.

I heard his footsteps stomp up my stairs, getting louder as he reached my bedroom, opening the door and looking around.

“y/n? y/n, where are you baby?” he spoke softly, trying not to startle me any more.

He peeked into the bathroom, I saw his face drop and soften as he saw me curled up on the bathroom floor with wet cheeks and frazzled hair. He’d always promised himself to take care of me, to hold me like nobody’s ever done before, to love me as if it were breathing, so it physically pained him to see me in such state.

He kneeled down and reached out to cradle me. I held onto him like my life depended on it, sobbing into his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut as the sounds he always dreaded the most left my mouth.

He did the only thing he knew I needed in that moment. To hold me, to hold me so close and dearly, until his heartbeat and our slow breaths were the only thing that could be heard through these four walls.

So he did. Until my crying ceased, until my heart didn’t ache anymore, until I fell asleep in his arms.

“I love you, so much” He whispered and kissed my forehead softly, running his fingers through my hair.

He picked me up and placed me on the bed, tucking me in, and laying right next to me, where I could feel him there, so I knew I wasn’t alone.

He sighed and kissed the top of my head, wrapping his arms around me, guarding me, gently, how I needed to be held.

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[trsrina]

kiss me instead zb1 s. ricky

ricky notices your habit of biting the skin off your lips and helps you get rid of said habit.

written in second person pov, gn reader, fluff, established relationship wc: ~0.55k

!! mentions of bleeding

it was a normal movie night with ricky. both of you buried in your blankets, your legs laying on his with his arm wrapped around your shoulder comfortingly, your head resting against his chest as you snuggle up against him, eyes focusing intently on the tv screen.

and of course, how could ricky ever focus on the movie when there’s an angel right in front of him, lying in his embrace? staring and observing you throughout the first quarter of the movie, he noticed some things and it was that you really liked to bite the skin off of your lips whenever you were focusing and how chapped your lips were.

ricky couldn’t just leave your bleeding lips like that. before you could place your lips between your teeth again, he stops you by pecking you on the lips out of nowhere, surprising you and making you slightly jump at the sudden contact.

“what?” you chuckled at your irresistible boyfriend, confused as to why he suddenly decided that he so desperately needed his lips on yours. “stop biting the skin off of your lips. they’re bleeding now,” ricky frowned at the sight of the lips of his favourite person bleeding.

all he could think of was that it must have been painful. and what does he hate the most? the person he loves being in pain.

ricky escapes the warmth of your blankets and stood up, walking into the bathroom and disappearing out of your sight, a pout unconsciously appearing on your lips.

when he enters your sight again, you stop pouting and you see him holding a wet towel. he took his place beside you again but sitting upright this time. his hands inched towards your face, gently grabbing your chin to take a closer look at your bleeding lip and softly dabbing the cold towel on your wound.

your cheeks lit up into a red tint. though you’ve been dating ricky for a while, he never fails to make butterflies swarm in your stomach and your heart rate increase effortlessly.

“better?” he asks while quirking up an eyebrow and caressing the top of your head lovingly. once again welcoming the cozy embrace of your blankets and you regaining the warmth you were missing.

“hm, but i can’t help it. it’s a natural habit of mine to bite the skin off of my lips,” you pouted up at ricky with your blanket wrapped around your shoulders and your head resting on his lap.

“then, i’ll kiss you whenever you try to do that again. will that help?” ricky didn’t even need any time to think before coming up with a fast solution that could benefit both sides.

he knew just how to push all your buttons and make your heart palpitate, the corners of his lips quirking up to smile at your bashful state.

“um… yeah, i’d like that,” you gulped and responded shyly, not even daring to make any eye contact with him.

throughout the movie, you might’ve purposely bitten your lips a few times just to be able to land your lips on ricky’s and little did you know, ricky could see right through you easily and notice your weak attempts at hiding your little ‘mischief’ but who was he to call you out?

after all, he loves your kisses the most.

kinda a late birthday post for ricky ����

[onlyhereforthestories]

Comeback Queen - Part 2 (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

What a comeback she has had! I hope everyone enjoyed the game today, I know I certainly did. Here is the second part of the fic for our fave no 11.

You had managed to get ready on time, Alexia however was still in the bathroom, but this wasn’t uncommon. You were always the first ready out the two of you, you weren’t really a make-up person and normally opted for an easy put-up hair style so it just meant you had less to do to get ready.

You decided to put a little bit of tinted lip balm on, so you were just in the mirror applying that when Ale came out of the bathroom in a pair of trousers that hugged her waist just right, a white shirt with the top couple buttons undone which you knew was for you and a blazer hung over her arm.

You stopped what you were doing mid lip, you just stared at the woman through the mirror in awe. She never failed to take your breath away with any of the outfits she wore, comfy or formal. she glanced at you as she was putting her earrings in and noticed your stare through the mirror. “Like what you see mi amor?” The smirk on her face was also audible in her voice.

“You know I more than like babe. I swear you got hotter though, did you change your gym poutine? Get more muscle?” Your eyes roamed the Spanish star as you said this, the smirk on her face dropped a little and her cheeks flushed. Your ogling was obviously more than just appreciating, and Alexia knew what was running round your mind as much as you were imagining it.

“Okay amor wherever this libido came from save it for later.” Your cheeks burned red immediately and you averted your eyes away from your wife in favour of busing yourself sorting your bag you would be taking. Alexia chuckled at your reaction, it had been a recurring theme recently you and your increase want for sex. Not that Alexia was complaining at all, shed happily worship you every minute if she could but it was different for you.

She made her way over to you and wrapped her arms around you from behind, her large hands coming up to cover your stomach something that spread warmth through you. You leant into the contact and relished in the feeling being in her arms brought you, the moment was short lived as Alexia’s phone blared from where it was on charge next to your bed. Mapi’s face on the screen staring back at you. Alexia groaned a little in your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek and letting you go to answer her best friends call.

Whilst she spoke in rushed Spanish you left the room to get your shoes and coat on, you knew that call meant the couple was ready to go and if Mapi was calling they really were ready to go.

The journey to pick them up was uneventful and before you knew it the four of you were walking into the function room hired out for the team dinner today. The girls cheered as Alexia walked into the room, chants of her name rang round, and you could see the joy this brought the Spaniard. She really did love this team and you could tell they loved her.

The night was amazing, you all ate great food and celebrated the return of your favourite person to the sport that she loves so very much. As the evening went on and everyone was sat chatting after the food you could feel yourself getting tired, you were trying to hide yawns behind your hand and shifting every so often as you kept getting uncomfortable.

Your hiding hadn’t gone as well as you thought, you were talking to Ingrid who was sat next to you and shifted once again. Only this time as you shifted you felt the palm of your love on your thigh, you turned to look at her and found her giving you a concerned look. “You okay bebe?”

You gentle grabbed her hand off your thigh and laced your fingers with hers, giving her hand a squeeze before you replied. “Si, don’t worry just a little uncomfortable sat in once place for a long period it’s okay though.” The woman gave you a small frown and went to stand up but before she could you gave her a tug on the hand you were still holding.

“We can go home bebe, I don’t want you to be too uncomfortable.” You were flattered by the gesture, but you knew that it wasn’t what you actually wanted. Although you were tired and a little uncomfortable you would happily be that to chat with your friends and celebrate your girl.

“Thank you, my love, but I’m okay promise. The food is finished we won’t be here a great deal longer I’ll be okay until then.” You could tell by the look she was giving you that she was making sure, so you squeezed the hand in your three times and that was enough for the woman to smile back at you knowing you meant it.

Just before she could turn back to her conversation with Irene you caught her attention once more, “But as I am making this big sacrifice to celebrate you, you can give me a foot rub when we get home.” You sent her a wink to accompany your words, both to show you were joking mostly but also wouldn’t mind it happening.

“Oh, bebe I think I can stretch to a little more than a foot rub.” Your cheeks flushed a little as you laughed at where the woman’s mind went. With a light shove to her shoulder and a kiss to her lips you let her go back to her conversation. You didn’t miss the way her eyes roamed your upper body before she turned away, you would never get used the too butterflies she brought to your stomach each and every time she looked at you like that.

This morning had been a struggle to get going, Alexia had definitely followed up on what she said at dinner which meant that you were fairly tired this morning. Luckily for you, you were still part of the injury list, so you had less work to do than your wife. Not that Alexia was fussed she wasn’t as physically tired, and it was only a recovery day after yesterday’s game anyway.

You had just finished breakfast in the canteen and were heading to the film room with the rest of the team to go over some of the plays for the game the day before when you were it with a wave of sickness. You were quick to excuse yourself from your chat with Lucy and Kiera and made a beeline for the toilets. You got there just intime to bring up the breakfast you had just eaten.

Your stomach settled right away after that, and you were quick to rinse your mouth and wash your hands before rushing to get to the film room intime and without suspicion. As you sat down in your seat next to Ale, she gave you a puzzled look which you brushed off with a smile and a squeeze to her thigh.

You sat and listened as the coaching stuff went over a few things and pointed out a few parts of the game they wanted to work on over the next few training sessions. Just before you finished, they showed Ales goal again just to get the cheer from the girls and the slight dip of embarrassment from the goal scorer.

Recovery day started with a light gym session which meant that the injured players and fit players would be together, everyone with their own things to do for the session. You were currently working with Mapi who has been stepping up her training over the last couple weeks.

You on the other hand have been staying at a fairly low level, something that hadn’t slipped past Mapi. “So amiga when are you getting back to the proper work?” You looked a little confused towards the dyed blonde who was currently in between sets.

“I’m just doing what I’m told.” Your answer was brief and vague causing the woman to frow a little, but she let it go thinking maybe you were upset that you could not progress further.

Mapi wasn’t the only one to ask you about your recovery, Aitana had too when you went to get some water and she was by the bottle too, even Irene had asked about your return date. You kept you answers as short as possible, but you knew someone soon was going to really ask what your injury was.

You were trying to get to speak to Alexia alone quickly before everyone headed out onto the pitch, but you just couldn’t catch her eye or get away from the players with you. You knew it wasn’t going to be long before you would have to tell everyone, but you needed to talk to the brunette first, make sure she is okay with telling people.

You finally caught the woman’s eye when you were all stood in a circle around Jona listening to his pretraining talk. Alexia came and stood next to you as he started speaking her hand resting on the small of your back. You were listening to what Jona said until Alexia spoke quietly in your ear.

“You okay amor? The girls have been questioning you a lot I hear.” You nodded slightly before you spoke.

“I think we need to tell them; it won’t be long until they will see anyway.” Alexias’s hand slid round to your hip to pull you into her a little more.

“Si I agree, time to tell them.” This ended the conversation, and you tuned back into the team talk just before it was concluded, and the players full training went off for warmups. You followed Mapi over the sidelines where you would be doing some light work.

After the warm-ups and the first set of drills you joined back up with the rest of the girls for a drinks break. You slotted in next to Ale and joined in the conversation there. They were obviously talking about your wife and Frido’s return to the pitch and when you were noticed Aitana directed her talk to you.

“Next up is your big return y/n.” You glanced at Ale who stepped closer to you and nodded.

Taking this as your go ahead you spoke, “You’ll have to wait for at least a year for that.” The girls around you looked at you in shock.

“What why? You didn’t do your knee; in fact we have no idea what injury you picked up.” Patri was the one to speak up first, you let her speak and looked around at the girls in your little circle right now. You saw the moment Keira understood what it meant, what you meant.

The grin on her face grew the moment you nodded. She was on you in a second, giving you a big hug and whispering congratulations in your ear. When the other girls continued to look confused you saw your wife roll her eyes.

“You are all idiotas, y/ns pregnant. We are having a baby.” It was safe to say everyone was shocked for a moment before you were in the middle of a Barca team hug, congratulations being shouted out.

“I’m going to be the favourite aunt!” You laughed at Ingrids shout which immediately brought on bickering throughout the group.

You stood in the arms of the woman you loved, watching as your football family argued about who was going be your baby’s favourite. You truly were the luckiest woman alive, and you knew your baby would be so loved.

“We did good aye.” You smiled up at Alexia as she spoke.

“We did really good, Te amo.” Alexia leaned down to press her lips to yours and brought her hands to cover your stomach.

“I love you both.”

[dpr-stay]

Shadow | FA14

Fernando Alonso x Wolff!Reader

Written and SMAU

Warnings: General Crack, Reader was pregnant at one point, reader is female, egregious ignoring of real world events.

WC: ~2.9k (she small)

Reader is just that girl in this one, sorry. Also how easy is it to tell i’m not 40 years old. Anyways, not edited and just written because i had the idea. When will i actually write romance and not just scenarios?

Being the sister of anyone related to any sport meant your face would be known within the community, whether you wanted it to or not. The number of people increased exponentially when the person you were related to was someone incredibly important within that community.

For example, your brother was Toto Wolff, a billionaire who was the Team Principal of a fairly well known F1 team. You might not have heard of them, Mercedes might ring a bell? This meant you were unwittingly paired with F1 wherever you went.

Whether it be a function for one of the many hospitals or health care clinics you’d set up or even one of the many charity gala’s you’d played a part in funding, you’d always be asked a question or two about formula one and whatever DRS is. 

Honestly, you didn’t mind it at first, always laughing it off with grace and even playing into some rivalries at times, but as you got older and you achieved more things past having a rich brother, it began to get annoying. I mean, you weren’t even that far off his net worth, only around a billion, surely that was more interesting than what your favourite spice girls song was? (You answered ‘Spice up your life’)

So, sure, the fact that even the questions reporters shouted at you as you walked from your car to your front door was about your brothers doing’s instead of your own did piss you off a little. You were only human after all, and having your achievements ignored in favour of your brother’s continually grated at you. 

However, you were loyal and never let that get the best of you. Even after performing a heart transplant, you could entertain some 24 year old journalism student about what you thought your brother's funniest moment was in order to maintain his brand.

That was a situation similar to the one you found yourself in right now. You’d walked out of the office at around 9 at night, the toll of the amount of paperwork that came with managing four medical practices and countless other endeavours taking it’s time to break you down. 

You were on your phone, your do-not-disturb on as you scrolled through your contacts. The time-distance didn’t bother you, it was probably morning for whoever you were trying to call anyway.

The fact you hadn’t really been looking around, instead focused on the phone ringing in your hand, as you sludged from the elevator to your car that was parked the furthest possible distance from the elevator (surely as the CEO you could have a private park) didn’t work in your favour as a group of reporters jump-scared you by calling your name.

You jolted, whipping around and holding your keys in between your fingers, prepared to stab someone. But, at seeing the shocked and surprised faces of the journalists and the shine of the camera lenses they were pointing at you, you withdrew your hand, executing a perfectly practiced relieved sigh. 

“Sorry, you scared me there.” You said laughing, gesturing in front of you with your phone, quickly hanging it up as the call was answered, a dumb ‘Hello?’ not having the chance to echo through the garage. The reporters thankfully brushed it off and started a spiel about ‘results’ and ‘engines’ and blah blah blah. 

You tuned it out, hopefully maintaining a politefully interested face through the ordeal. It was nice that they hadn’t commented on the eye-bags you were harbouring or the smell of cat vomit that was emanating from your clothes after a poorly timed spew from your cat over your laundry this morning.

The curling lip and tightening nostrils of one of the camera men had you trying to resist smiling as the man holding the microphone kept going, though you quietly reprimanded yourself about not spraying more perfume as you left your office.

“Regardless of results, do you still think of Mercedes as your favourite F1 team?” The reporter finally asked, you snapping back from staring at the exposed wiring that lined the roof of the garage. A smile was plastered across your face as you responded.

“Of course! I’m big on family loyalty so yeah, Mercedes will always be my favourite team.” You said, pursing your lips and shrugging. The reporters exchanged glances and you minutely tilted your head at their reaction, curious. Were they not expecting that? The interviewer glanced at his colleagues before he turned to you again, microphone perched and ready to be used.

“Have you seen any news recently?” He asked as impartially as possible. You raised an eyebrow. Now, what did that mean? Had Toto said something mean about you? Did Mercedes collapse overnight? 

You doubted either of those were the reasons, you’d have definitely heard of it. A quick glance at your apple watch revealed the opposite however, the over 1000+ missed notifications you had displayed as you fidgeted with the scroll wheel. Due to the display screen being small, you couldn’t see much but you saw a lot of driver’s names, ‘AHHHHH’s, and questions about Toto’s mental health. What on earth had happened while your cat had been retching on your business wear?

You decided to play it safe, teasing the reporters while not revealing if you had seen the news or not. A raised eyebrow and a hand bringing itself to your hip hopefully clued them in to your goading intentions as you answered.

“Is this news the reason you are trespassing on private property?” The whole crew somehow blanched as they took in the fact you were right. The garage was locked unless they had a security card but, as the creator of the company, you knew of the small chain link fence on the ground floor which could be pulled back and crawled under.

You patiently awaited their responses, glancing between all of their faces as they collectively tried to come up with a reply. The hive-mind didn’t succeed though, you eventually calling it after a few awkward seconds, sighing before giving them what they wanted.

“What’s the news?” You asked, almost begrudgingly watching as the interviewer’s eyes lit up. You recognised that look, the look of an intern realising they could finally be paid for their work, as you’d lived it many times.

“You are Fernando Alonso’s celebrity crush!” The reporter said, the collective watching you with baited breaths as you processed their words. Now, as an almost fourty year old woman with a successful business and job, you weren’t quite sure what reaction they wanted.  Say, twenty years ago, you probably would’ve been able to put on a performance, fanning yourself as a dopey smile filled your face. 

But you had more pressing things to worry about, such as if you’d get home before your daughter had to be put to bed. You were already pushing it, staying at the office so late, and you knew the disapproving glance the baby-sitter you’d hired would have once you got home would make you feel worse.

So you reacted the only way you could think of at that moment.

“Oh, yeah that. I already knew that.” You said dismissively, waving a hand as if to swat a fly from your face. The look on the group’s faces was pretty similar all around, confusion.

“So, you have seen the news?” The reporter asked hesitantly, slightly dropping their microphone and you shook your head, an deliberately incredulous look crossing your face.

“No…? Is that really the news that made you break into my company’s garage?” You asked, disbelief leaking into your voice as you looked all of them in the eye. The corners of your mouth raised slightly.

“So wait, you knew you were Fernando Alonso’s celebrity crush without seeing the interview?” The interviewer drew your attention back and you nodded along with their words.

“Yeah.” You said simply and then thought before adding, “Though I wouldn’t quite say I’m a celebrity.” 

The group of reporters had unknowingly stumbled on a gold mine, something that your tired brain refused to accept and something they didn’t even know. You’d probably have to play it safe from here on out, careful not to reveal too much about how you knew that Fernando felt that way about you. Sorry, Fernando Alonso felt that way about you.

“Whaaa.. You’ve never said anything or done anything?” The reporter asked, leaning in closer, the microphone coming dangerously close to touching your lips. You looked down at it and drew back before starting to speak.

“Well, no. Just because I knew about it doesn’t mean I should do something about it. I said I’m loyal to Mercedes, I’m not breaking that.” You mumbled into the microphone as it edged closer and closer to your lips. 

The looks of incredulity that were spread across the group that had accosted you nearly made you laugh, as though it was impossible that you’d known and not done anything.

In fairness to them, when you’d learned that Fernando had some sort of interest in you, say around 8 years ago, you had had a bit of a tiff, something you were a little embarrassed to admit, and then you’d promptly asked him out. He refused to accept that though, meeting you the next day and asking you out with more flair. 

You’d already accepted before he’d gotten the words out and bam, all of a sudden you were wearing the reddest scrubs you could find when you were walking around the hospital instead of the black one’s you’d been wearing since Toto became team principal. It was an inconspicuous form of representing the man you’d grow to love, something which had come with a lot of warning and pleas to reconsider from Toto.

Life had continued, and after a very busy 2019, you had fallen pregnant, something which you had thought definitely wouldn’t have happened at your age. But life finds a way I suppose and there you were, a baby Alonso permanently attached to your hip.

2020 was a nice year, Fernando being able to be there to see the baby grow from a, for lack of better words, crying sack of flesh and into a crawling child something that you cherished. However, life continued and Fernando went back to racing while you eventually returned to the hospital and your philanthropy after a few years, returning back to take care of your baby after shifts.

That’s where you were at at the moment, having been living together for well past the amount of time your parents had ever though unmarried couples should be. The newly acquired ring on your finger had quietened their worries though it increased the groaning of Toto and the joy coming from Geri. 

You were a bit confused, though, why Fernando had decided to bring you up in an interview. You’d thought that you both had decided to not talk about it if not asked, though the possibilities of being asked about it were almost slim-to-none. 

To be fair, if he’d been blatantly asked who his celebrity crush was and he said someone else, you would have been a bit miffed when the inevitable message from that person rolled into his inbox. 

But still, it was curious what a reporter was doing asking a fully-grown man what his celebrity crush was. Maybe it was a gossip article, or maybe it was something to do with Taylor Swift and trying to get him to admit to their secret relationship.

The reporter in front of you cleared their throat.

“If you haven’t seen the news then and you are loyal to Mercedes, you’ll probably be happy to know that Lewis Hamilton also said you were his celebrity crush!” The excitement in their voice was obviously staged as they read the pre-written line, as though they were put off that you weren’t more hyped, but all you could think was ‘there it was’.

You probably should’ve seen it coming, to be honest, Fernando not the guy to try and one-up. You couldn’t wait to go home and watch the video footage of the inevitable glare he’d thrown at Lewis before speaking threateningly, probably holding himself back from spilling about the family you’d both created. 

That was probably why he’d waited a few seconds before picking up the call that you’d hurriedly hung up, preparing himself to face the brunt of your giggles for a few minutes before you calmed down. 

However, you hadn’t been able to tease him about the thing you didn’t know about because of the reporters who were filming you, waiting for your reaction to the news Lewis Hamilton himself had a celeb-crush on you, as though that even meant anything and wasn’t a way to get on Fernando’s toes. 

“Oh.” You said after a second. The crew deflated and an incredulous look showed itself on the interviewer’s face as she processed your word before quickly covering it up.

“You’re not a big Hamilton fan?” She asked, trying to extract something more from you. You shrugged.

“Don’t mind him.” You simply remarked before exaggeratedly yawning and checking your watch. You then made a dramatically shocked face and turned back to the cameras.

“Well I best get going!” A slight accent that you’d never used before sneaked into your words and you cleared your throat.

“I trust you guys know where the exit is.” You said, referring to the camera crew before turning around and making your way across the garage to where your car sat.

“Do you have anything to add?” The interviewer shouted across the cavern in an attempt to get something more from their visit and you turned as you walked, spinning around your keys. 

The group looked a bit defeated, the glimmer in their eyes dulled as though they thought they would’ve gotten more lucky than what they had. You couldn’t but take pity on them, the thought of them putting in more work after this to try and get a good story playing on your heartstrings.

Anyways, Fernando had already done a little bit of the revealing of your relationship, what could a few more hints do?

“No, sorry!” You yelled back before pausing a second and continuing slyly. “I’m just gonna go home to my kid, hopefully you guys get home safe to your families.” 

Really well done there, inserted completely naturally. You turned back around, hearing the gasps echoing from the group and the increase in chatter as you unlocked your car, hopped in, and booted it up.

You quickly called Fernando as you got in the car, him picking up instantly. 

“What was that about?” He asked, the sound of his voice playing through your speakers making you smile as you relaxed back into the seat, watching the increasingly frantic movements of the young reporters. 

“Sorry, I got ambushed.” You said as you pulled out of your parking spot and followed the lines till you reached the entrance, waving at the group before pulling out of the garage. There was little-to-no traffic as you drove through office blocks, before pulling onto the highway.

“Ambushed?” He asked worried and you replied, telling the story of what happened that had caused you to hang up on him. He responded and laughed where appropriate, a skill that he’d gained over years of talking to you.

When you’d finished he went quiet and you enjoyed the silence, one hand on the steering wheel as you pulled off the highway and into your quiet neighborhood. 

“They know we have a child?” He asked and you nodded before responding.

“They know I have a child.” You affirmed and he sighed, pondering a second.

“They know it’s not with Lewis right?” You couldn’t help the giggle that spouted from your throat, you eventually having to pull over as the ridiculousness of the situation dawned over you.

You couldn’t see but on the other side of the world, Fernando was laying in his hotel bed, a smile on his face as he listened to you laugh. The story you’d told had been strange, though he supposed it was his fault, and he was glad you could see the humour in it instead of panicking. He thought for a second.

“Should we come clean?” He asked and you stopped laughing, silence coming from your side of the phone. He called your name, his smooth accent pronouncing it perfectly. You had both hands on the steering wheel, pulled over somewhere on your way home to your child, with your soon-to-be husband on the phone, debating whether or not you should reveal your relationship.

It had been long enough, you were plenty secure in your relationship, but you were worried about the impact it would have on your child. You didn’t want them to grow up in a world were they were stood in the shadow of their parents instead of being recognised for being themself, you’d lived a version of that and knew how frustrating it could get. 

But it would be nice to be able to go to races and be with your fiance instead of your brother who could get incredibly annoying, incredibly fast. You finally nodded your head, the decision coming fast as you weighed the benefits and cons.

“Let’s do it.” You said finally and you could hear Fernando sigh in relief and mumble in agreeance.

The way that Toto’s name had popped up on your phone after you said that still haunted your dreams sometimes.

hope you liked this unedited mess

It’s past 12 I’m sorry

[marchsfreakshow]

Kai and stalker!reader thoughts.

18+! Minors DNI

This is deranged and dark. Don't read ahead if you aren't comfortable with this stuff.

Stalker!R who just goes to one of Kai's speeches and practically falls to their knees.

Stalker!R who instantly finds him online and starts following him, putting on notifications for his posts. Responding and sharing every thought he puts down on social media.

Kai who notices the same person in his notifications almost as soon as he posts.

Kai who is intrigued by the user: "AndersonSupporter1" some variants popping up as others also notice Stalker!R on Kai's socials.

Stalker!R who's found out about his family, his place, and what his favourite things are just like that. Writing them all down to keep them ingrained in their head.

Stalker!R who occasionally walks past Kai's place in the evenings. Just to admire it. They can feel their need and admiration for the blue haired man increase.

Kai who is constantly wanting to know more about this no.1 supporter of his.

Kai who takes note of every person in the crowds. To see if anyone stands out. Not one person does.

He watched you. You watched him. A mutual infatuation in silence. It was heart racing. Subtle eye contact during his speeches. During his cult meetings. Always sitting yourself in the shadows. While you wanted to be seen, you wouldn't let it happen until you were comfortable enough. Until you were insane enough.

Barely speaking to him. Barely saying a word. Just appreciating Kai in silence. Sitting in the shadows of the already dim basement. Waiting for the correct moment. Murmuring your answers along with the louder, confident answers. Obviously the blue haired man noticed. He couldn't not notice. "You. Stay."

Everyone dispersed, you emerged from the shadows. Kai's suspicions of you only rose. "I could not hear you as well as everyone else? Is a wimpy sore throat stopping you?"

"No divine ruler."

"then what's stopping you?"

What lie would you come up with? What would convince the ruler in front of you that you just couldn't speak in front his presence? "You know, I've always wanted a stalker." He bent down slightly, intrigued by your answer. "One who is so devoted to loving or hating me, that they spend every moment of their worthless existence, climbing ranks to be seen by me."

"that sounds pathetic divine ruler." A blatant lie, but one you hoped would fool your saviour.

"you are pathetic aren't you?" Sudden grip on your head, bringing you close. The only ounce of emotion you've felt, suddenly expressed in your gasp and shock. Sudden wide eyes, open lips, his soul baring into yours. "You truly do suprise me...my shadow lamb. Hm, that sounds juvenile. You are my lamb. The one who loves me and dedicated everything to me. That sounds about right doesn't it?"

Silence as your mind went blank. Kai. Kai Anderson was really touching you. Holding you. Gripping your head ever harder, to prove his point. His free hand staying still by his side. Itching to touch you in some way. "doesn't it?" He repeated, wanting a reply. But a heavy sigh escaped him before you could respond. "My fingers itch.."

"...it does sound right divine ruler."

"there you go. Good little lamb." He cooed, teasing still. Rules were suddenly thrown in your face. Told to go home and learn the rules.

"Kai's Rules For The Stalker

1) Never EVER, present photos of the cult meetings to those outside of the know.

2) keep stalking me: respond to my posts. Share them. Like every single comment and response I post.

3) Keep yourself shadowed.

4) you don't get special treatment unless I say so.

5) when I call shadow, you must appear before the cult, and follow what I say. "

What a quaint and odd set of rules. But you blindly followed it. Exhibitionism. Predator and Prey. Voyeurism. Whatever he requested in front of the cult, you did. He wanted you to be a good example of a 'proper' lover. What ever that meant.

Suppose there was good to come out of being the cult leader's stalker.

[smokersbaby]

Kink of the day: threesome Character: Zoro & Sanji Reader: female reader Tw: threesome, penetrative sex, blowjob, degrading and praising Author notes: this is the last fanfiction from the "Kinktober Event 2023"! I really enjoyed hosting this event and I hope you liked it too! In about a week from now, I'm going to make a poll with the most 10 popular fanfiction from this event and I'm going to make you vote your favourite so that I'll write a longer version of it (1000-1500 words), so stay tuned!

You can find the "Kinktober Masterlist 2023" here!

"I knew a little slut like you could handle us both" Zoro's voice sounded meaner than usual, as his hands were on your head to help you take his thick cock deeper in your mouth. Tears were forming in your eyes because of the way he was bullying your throat, but you didn't dare interrupt eye contact with him, as if it was a personal challenge.

"You're doing so good, babe" on the other side, Sanji was praising you, complimenting the way you were behaving with them, as his cock rammed against your cervix with each deep thrust.  Sanji's warm hands were gripping you by the waist as his hips buckled against your ass, sluggish movements in total contrast to Zoro's ones.

It felt like a dream.

You didn't expect that night to end like that, with the man you loved taking care of you in the bedroom, their hands roaming all over your body and you being eager to give them pleasure to both at the same time. And none of you touched a single drop of alcohol that night to end in such a situation, it happened all so naturally as if it was just meant to be.

Sanji was so caring towards you, making sure to not push you over your limits, his cock sliding deliciously into your soaked pussy, as if his only purpose was to find that perfect angle to make you cum all over his cock.

Since you were bent over the bed on all fours, Zoro couldn't help but position himself in front of you, his thick cock already hard as he helped you taking him in your mouth with subtle movements of his hips. 

Even if Zoro's words were degrading (mostly because he couldn't help himself when he had you kneel in front of him and suck his cock), his actions weren't as rough as before: Zoro's hands were on your head, making sure you weren't pushing yourself too much and choke on his large cock only to please him since he saw how tears were prickling your eyes in an attempt to take him whole.

"Don't strain yourself, a little slut like you must enjoy sucking my cock, not gag on it" he smirked, noticing that you weren't giving up. "Don't go hard on her, marimo" Sanji glanced at Zoro, noticing how he was taking advantage of his position while you were on your knees.

Sanji pushed your hips back and you instinctively moaned on Zoro's length because of how deep Sanji's cock was inside your pussy, you felt his balls slamming against your core as he increased pace and depth, making you see stars.

"Let me take care of you, love, I'm going to fill you up tonight". "Don't listen to him. After he's done, I'll take his place and make you cum twice like the little slut you are".

[jealousmartini]

2ND MHA DR INTRODUCTION

**slightly incorrect hair colourings from late last year😒 will be updated soon

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Category is: Marcelynn K. Banks

Age: 17

Height: 5"6

Quirk: Magnetism [Scientifically called Gravitational force]

Manifest type(?). Marcelynn's palms have a strange 4 sided star symbol in the middle with a long arrow shape in between each space. When activated, anything in contact with her will either attract or retract anything or person to or from her like a magnet.

The law of her quirk is to ATTRACT (towards herself) = PULL, to RETRACT (away from herself) = PUSH

Marcelynn also likes to use her incredibly strong magnets (which have settings) to help with reaching further places by chucking the gadget at the target area, the magnet activates and starts to pull her in towards the exact area the magnet is.

Abilities she has are:

○ Gravitating to surface areas beneath her feet/hands/body no matter the angle of the surface in the form of retraction

○ Force fields

○ Increased damage imapct of kicks and punches on the opponent

○ Extreme high jumps

○ Telekinesis (sort of)

No backstory really, just fun facts:

○ Bakugo and Kirishima once referred to Mina and Banks as Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle because of their appearance.

○ Banks plays the double bass, the drums, the acoustic guitar and electric. She is also a Nirvana and The neighbourhood fan (After Jirou immediately befriended her after finding this out, she told Tokoyami, Momo and Bakugo and now she's part of their band)

○ Mina and Sero were her first friends she made they both heard her cussing in Spanish under her breath about something and they replied back in Spanish too. Turns out Mina is Afro-Latina and Sero is Hispanic

○ Marcelynn lives on the top floor of the dormitory with Kirishima, Uraraka, Mina and Bakugo.

○ Marcelynn wasn't planning on falling in love with any of her classmates. Until Kirishima and Uraraka became her Bi awakening. (Bakugo soon followed onto her list of crushes because she thinks his intimidating persona, his attitude and his quirk is sick af.. plus he's really funny and knows how to cook)

○ Marcy B. is an artist. She has notebooks stacked ontop of each other filled with drawing of her favourite anime and marvel characters, her favourite pro heros, and she's just recently bought a new one to fill with drawings of her class mates

○ There was a time when Marcelynn admitted she loves receiving and giving physical touch. That's why she's basically merciless when sparing, she wants to see how far the both of them can go no holding back.

○ To add onto the last fact, Marcelynn is graceful fighter. She is flexible and super good with her legs. She is light on her feet and lands fatale kicks and swings with her quirk, Midoriya noticed this and mentioned how her fighting style is a mixture of Chun Li from street fighters, Yor from Spy x Family and Gwen Stacy from ITSV/ATSV.

Anyway, take this limited edition marcy k. nendroid before you go 🤲🏾🫵🏾

side note💌 : old designs guys. Updating rn

@4ellieluv @cocozydiaries @livingmydreamlife5555

[princess-omorashi-girldick]

Monster that makes you pee

Sofia straightens up, stretches, scratches at an itch on the back of her neck, and surveys her work. She's done a good job and figures she deserved a break. Something to drink wouldn't hurt either. She's been extremely thirsty for the past hour or so. In fact, she had already drank a lot of water while she was working. Thankfully, she's got some nice drinks in her fridge that she can enjoy. She walks into the house, grabs a large drink, and then heads into the living room to enjoy it.

Sofia settles down on the sofa with a book, ready for a nice relaxing break. She raises the bottle to her lips and drinks it as fast as she can, then looks at the bottle in surprise. She had been planning to savour the drink. It was a favourite of hers, but she was so thirsty she downed it in one breath. It didn't even help her thirst. She begins to get concerned. Something is clearly wrong here. She scratches at her neck again. She decides to get a large drink of water while she tries her hardest to think about what's going on, it seems so familiar to her she's sure she's heard of something like this before but it's so hard to focus! She stands by the kitchen sink and drinks some water while she thinks about what's going on.

She scratches at her neck, and to her shock and surprise, she feels a small trickle of pee escape her. She doesn't even feel like she has to go! She must be more desperate than she realised. That must be it. She starts to walk towards the door to the bathroom, determined not to wet herself, but she can't walk more than a few steps before more pee is leaking out of her. She rams her hands between her thighs and crosses her legs, but it barely helps!

She doesn't understand what's happening, 5 minutes ago, she didn't even need to pee, and now she's barely managing not to flood her floor! She whimpers as another dribble escapes, and she realises that she's going to burst. She removes her hands and uncrosses her legs and darts for the door, but it's too late. Her pee floods out of her, soaking her trousers and making a sizeable puddle on the floor. She tries to use her hands to hold it in, but it makes no difference. She sinks to the ground, humiliated that she lost control so easily, and as she does, she notices a small creature flutter down to the puddle. She takes a closer look and sees a small insect like creature. It has a shiny, very dark blue exoskeleton and appears to be drinking her pee.

The creature in question is a Urimite. They are usually found in the form of small dark insect like creatures. Skin contact with a Urimite causes increased thirst and weakened bladder muscles. Considered harmless pests, they feed on the urine an affected individual expels. Should a group of Urimites gather in a swarm they can become one larger humanoid creature with intelligence comparable to humans, refered to as a Urimite Queen, which has the same diet as the smaller Urimites but a much more potent ability. Contact with a queen causes the affected person to rapidly become desperate to pee. This effect happens regardless of how much the person has had to drink, and as a result, the queens are considered dangerous.

Sofia recognises the Urimite as soon as she sees it. They get taught about common magical pests in school, and she relaxes, glad that there's nothing wrong with her. She's annoyed that it caused her to make a mess, but she thinks to herself, it's her own fault. She should have recognised the warning signs. She gets up to go and get the mop and have a shower, glad that it's over now. She doesn't look out of the window. If she had, she might have noticed the large number of Urimites beginning to gather nearby.

[bluebirdsboi]

The New Guy | Clint Barton x Male Reader | 18+

Fandom: MCU

Genre: Fluff, Implied Smut

Requested by Anon: clint barton x male reader: when clint meets y/n, tony’s new secretary, he’s immediate in showing his interest in the younger male. Clint is bold with his flirting and touching, and it seems to work. The only problem is how protective tony and the other avengers are, since they know how clint is. Some time later, after a team meeting, y/n pulls clint into a closet, to show much he likes him

Paring: Clint Barton x Male Reader 

Warnings: Allusions to sex, Sexual acts

Word Count: 888

Requests are open

!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

It seemed to be another average day of trying to keep up with Tony around the Avenger’s Tower. As his personal secretary, you often work on site with him, even having your own workspace in the tower just a little ways away from Tony’s. 

You had just finished a long work session and dropped off the paperwork that Tony had asked for earlier, so you rightfully deserved a break. You made your way to the kitchen area for a snack, and while reaching, you accidentally knocked over an adjacent item. Not reacting fast enough, you were prepared to reach down to retrieve it; however, the arm of an unknown person caught it for you. 

Turning to see who had just helped you, you were faced with none other than Clint Barton, better known as Hawkeye. “Oh, um, you must be Hawkeye.” a startled laugh made its way through your sentence, still in a minor state of shock. “And you, sir, must be the new resident pretty boy.” Clint returned the fallen item to its place before leaning against the counter and looking at you with a small tilt of his head. “And please, call me Clint.”

You were somewhat taken aback by his comment, calling you pretty, but it didn’t show much on your face. “So tell me, what’s a guy like you doin’ in a place like this, huh?” His question had an air of playfulness and was accompanied by a quick look up and down that you didn’t miss. “Well, I’m just here to help out Tony, y’know.” Picking up on the subtle tension, you crossed your arms in front of your chest in a way that slightly flexed your biceps. “So I’ve heard.” A small smile tugged at both of your lips, a subdued mischievous energy surging in the space between you two as you held eye contact. Your focus was broken by Tony clearing his throat. “There he is, my favorite (favourite) assistant. Can I see you for a sec? It’s important.” With that, you said your goodbyes to Clint, with his eyes following you as you walked off. “Barton.” Tony snapped Clint out of the daze you had him in before making the gesture to say that he was watching him.

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The so-called game of cat and mouse pressed on for weeks after meeting each other, and the intensity of Clint’s flirting only increased as time went by. It started out with cute nicknames and small innocent touches here and there, but eventually moved to gestures such as him squeezing your arm. It made you fall deeper and deeper each time, and it didn’t help that he would always check you out every time you talked to each other.

The most recent time was what pushed you over the edge. You were in the kitchen yet again when a familiar pair of arms found their way around you from behind. “There’s the pretty boy.” You playfully pushed his arms off of you before turning around with a smile. “Hey, Clint.” A flustered laugh always decorated your response to his pet names. The conversation continued almost effortlessly, both of you hanging on to each other’s every word. As your interaction flowed, Clint’s hand found its way onto your hip when he started, “Hey, I was gonna ask-” “Clint, meeting. Time to go.” He was interrupted by Natasha collecting him for a meeting they had talked about the other day. “Yeah, coming.” Clint closed his eyes and dropped his head with a smile as he responded. “We’ll talk later.” He whispered with a wink before joining his friend.

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While you were working in your office, what Clint said earlier nagged at your brain. You weren’t naïve, so you had an idea of what he wanted to say. 

By the time the Avengers’ meeting ended, you finished your work session and went to find Clint, so you could continue your little exchange from before. You spotted each other as he was walking, to which you nodded your head toward your office. 

He soon caught up behind you, and you grabbed him by the collar to pull him inside. “Woah, uhhh...” Clint was caught off guard by your apparent eagerness to continue your discussion. “So about earlier.” Your hand left his shirt, but there was still a lack of distance between you two. “Yeah, about that. I was just gonna say you’re a great guy... and uh... I’d wanna-” His words fell to a whisper as his sentence went on, eventually cutting him off with a kiss as both of you slowly closed the distance between each other. A heated passion overtook the both of you as your arms found themselves around his neck and his around your waist. The craving for each other only grew as Clint licked your bottom lip and soon made its way into your mouth to dance with yours. An overflow of desire seemed to possess you, prompting you to kiss down his jawline and to his neck. “Ahh... wait. What if... what if someone... comes in?” Breathy moans escaped between words as you attacked the sensitivity of his sweet spot. You leaned over to the door to lock it with raised eyebrows. “Relax, okay?” You gently pushed Clint against the wall so you could have your full attention on each other. 

- End -

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A/N: Thank you to anon for requesting, and thank you to all of you for 100 followers! I have my 100 follower celebration post link in case you want to participate.   

~ Thank you for reading ~

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[nayatarot777]

what does your “sneaky link” think of you? 😏🔗• {patreon preview} pac (18+)

this reading is for people who are 18+ ONLY. my ancestors and spirit guides who help give these messages to me are blunt af, and i have a feeling that they won’t mince words. and neither will i. the way that we speak (especially about sexual things) is pretty explicit, so if that could possibly make you uncomfortable, then please skip this reading :)

• pile one •

cards:

the grim reaper: the relationship is over, no second chances, grow and transform your life

paradise: happiness, expansion, joy, playfulness, oneness, enjoying each other

the high priestess

7 of coins

ace of swords

i don’t even think that you guys are in contact with this “sneaky link”. it seems like the connection is completely dead and buried - and you seem to be the one who ended things. i’m going to need you guys in this pile to believe the following words - because it’s clearly true: when i looked at this high priestess card, i literally heard “magical pussy” 😂😭. and the phrase “grow and transform your life” jumped out at me afterwards on this grim reaper card. now, change the genitalia to fit yours, but the point is - you changed this person’s life. drastically in some way. with sex alone. you literally got the “paradise” card. that’s what this person would attribute sex with you to - and since you’re showing up as this high priestess now (someone not available, unattainable, protecting your valuables), this person now feels stuck af. they were under the impression that you both got along really well. that you both were enjoying each other’s time and company, however with the 7 of coins, i can see that you hit a wall with this person. you had to question whether or not this person was even worth continuing to invest into. and it seems like you decided that they were not - so you left (as you should’ve). the ace of swords also suggests that this person feels like you’re an extremely clear communicator, both in and outside of the bedroom. and it seems like they’re aware (now that you’re gone) that what they could give you wasn’t enough. they actually put you up on a pedestal above them, but you’re still extremely desirable to them. i’m hearing that whatever passion they experienced being with you, it ain’t going anywhere. this person is holding onto these memories and valuing them more than they have the memories with anyone else. this person could even feel like you took their happiness with them - as dramatic as that may sound (especially since this wasn’t a committed relationship) but they were really invested in you - and still are. the 7 of coins is about hard work paying off. they could have the idea that they could try to get you back in some way (maybe if they increase their finances? are you a material girl/boy/enby? i’m hearing kanye west + jamie foxx - gold digger: “If you fuckin' with this girl then you better be paid” lmaoo), but it seems like they’re keeping this in their dream state (like daydreaming about this) instead of actually making moves to make this a reality. the idea is there though. you guys really need to recognise the value of your sexual energy if you don’t already. whatever you give people changes their whole entire life, their world, what they believe is “paradise” with another person. and whatever’s between your legs? magical 🪄😭.

check out my patreon for the extended reading - done with oracle cards - (where we look at this person’s favourite aspects of sex with you), if you’d like ☺️

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thanks for reading! 💗

• pile two •

cards:

hammer: sabotage, rebuilding, interrogation, repetitive, persistent, working on it

not enough: frustrated in relationship, lack of confidence, self-sabotage, fear/ego issues, jealousy

the chariot

strength

the hanged man

you guys probably aren’t gonna like what you hear in this reading, however, the messages are repetitive - and i’m seeing that you probably acknowledge for yourself that this is the truth too.

your “sneaky link” believes that you do entirely too much, considering the fact that you’re not in a relationship. they can tell that your insecurities control you and not the other way around. and although they can see that you’re working on these personal issues that you have, it’s still affecting this casual connection because of your control issues. this person may not be only interested in you - they could be the type to multi-date or sleep with multiple people (which they have every right to) and if so, then you obviously know about this. or at least you have an idea. but despite the fact that this person isn’t “yours”, they feel like you have a weird sense of jealousy towards the other people who they sleep with/interact with, and some control issues/ego issues that they just really don’t understand. the chariot suggests that this person feels as though you try to control them or the situation way too much. and they don’t appreciate that. “i’m not yours. don’t try to control me”. that’s what they’d like to tell you. they see you as someone who is sabotaging what could be a good, fun thing. and with the hanged man here, they feel like you really need to reevaluate whether or not you’re even cut out for this casual sex/sneaky link shit. because i don’t believe that they believe that you are. they feel like you let your ego get in the way. and that you need to release your ego issues. they really don’t understand why you act like this. i’m either sensing confusion or manipulation. so this is either reiterating that they’re confused about you and your behaviour - and the manipulation could be them picking up on you trying to steer the connection into something that was not agreed upon. doesn’t matter if this is emotional manipulation, mental manipulation, sexual manipulation, etc. the hanged man is also sticking out to me as this person’s energy too. you may not hear from this person for a while, and if that’s the case, it’s because they’re wondering whether or not they should release you and release the stresses that come with (what’s supposed to be) a fun, casual, sexual connection with you. i understand that this may not be easy to hear, pile two, but i’m definitely seeing that this person feels like you have control issues. and considering how i picked up on a level of self-awareness on your part (at the beginning), i feel like you know that this person doesn’t deserve to have to deal with it. especially since i’m feeling so much frustration on their part. they feel like they’re having to explain themselves to someone who isn’t even a committed partner. that’s not right. they’d suggest that you take some time to yourself and do some soul searching. and tbh, as a reader (from what i’m seeing), i agree.

check out my patreon for the extended reading - done with oracle cards - (where we look at this person’s favourite aspects of sex with you), if you’d like ☺️

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thanks for reading! 💗

• pile three •

cards:

photograph: looking at your photos, missing you, nostalgia, make new memories

twin flames: yin/yang, zen, balance, union, duality, coupling, complement each other

8 of cups

judgement

6 of coins

as i was shuffling for your pile, i wanted to smile and laugh - so this person probably thinks that you’re funny af. i heard “you’re a character”. despite all of this distant energy that i’m seeing, and how you walked away from them due to some type of emotional overwhelm or confusion, they still have very fond memories of you. i’m seeing for someone in particular, that you walked away from all of the people who you were sleeping with/dating to listen to your intuition when it told you to cut contact for the sake of sexual abstinence? you may have realised that you were using sex as a coping mechanism, or that sex wasn’t serving you anymore, so you decided to end this sexual connection (and possibly multiple other connections too). they’re really understanding of this. they understand why you left - no matter what the reason was - but this person could genuinely believe that you are their other half. i mean, the twin flames card came out. i don’t know if this person speaks in those types of terms, but to put it simply, they feel like you’re perfect for each other. they may have not realised this until you left, but being exposed to other connections with people that are pretty surface level has made them realise that, although the connection between you was casual, there was something special there. at least for them 🤷🏾‍♀️. i’m hearing them talk about how much you gave of yourself to them. how equal and reciprocal the respect was between the both of you. and they could be searching for that in other people - but they just can’t find it. they genuinely reminisce about you and feel like you’re their other half that they can’t have. i’m also seeing that this person feels like you taught them a lot about value - value of connections, and the value of themselves. this was a mutually beneficial connection that they learned a lot in. they feel like you’re complete opposites to each other that fit together perfectly. perhaps you felt this too. if you didn’t leave for the sake of abstinence, you could’ve left because you caught feelings when you really didn’t want to. again, they understand, but they recognise that the feelings are mutual. and they value you, the experiences that they had with you (as surface-level as it may have seemed to the external world), and the way that you showed them that both people can mutually experience just as much pleasure as the other in these situations. perhaps, before they met you, they were the type to not really enjoy sex all that much due to being in their heads too much? i’m not sure. but you’re valued by this person for sure. and they feel like you complement each other well. aw, this is so bittersweet 🥲.

check out my patreon for the extended reading - done with oracle cards - (where we look at this person’s favourite aspects of sex with you), if you’d like ☺️

if you’re interested in a personal reading, check out my pinned post here

thanks for reading! 💗

[moonyswritinq]

If you're still taking request and if it's okay could you do smth small ( the format you're more comfortable/in the mood for ) for a male reader in a queerplatonic relationship with Eddie ? Love your writing and thank you !

eddie munson in a queer platonic relationship

❝ HEY, HANDSOME ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ Headcanons for Eddie Munson in a queer platonic relationship with you.

PAIRING ➢ eddie munson x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ swearing, fluff, mentions of weed and alcohol

WORD COUNT ➢ 1.1 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ thank you so much for the compliment and for the request, i hope i made it justice! this is written with a male reader in mind, but it can be imagined as gender neutral, as well.

MASTERLIST

You and Eddie first met in class in high school, bumping into each other.

You had noticed him before, with his eccentric persona and unique style of clothing, but had never dared approach him until now. He immediately recognised you, as you stood out from the rest of your peers with a queerness equal to his.

The two of you got to talking and quickly realised you got on well together. You could match his level of quirkiness, retorting quickly with wit and cleverness.

When you went your separate ways, Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about you. He realised he needed to get to know you better.

And so your friendship began, similar to of the falling headfirst into a deep pit without being able to get back out.

You were immediately close to each other, and there was no turning back.

It’s no secret Eddie sucks at the subjects in school and that his grades are all very low, so he’d often beg for your help and tutoring with those puppy eyes of his. You stood no chance of denying him.

Eddie’s an open person and would allow you into all parts of himself — just sort of dumping all of him onto you.

He introduced you to all of his interests at once; his favourite artists and songs; the wonder of D&D roleplaying;  him and his bandmates’ band; even teaching you a few things on his guitar.

If you play D&D, you’d sit right next to him at every session, even helping with some campaigns. He loves playing with you. If you don’t play, he’d insist to have you there, still, just to be near you. And if you played any instruments, he’d want you to join his band.

In turn, he will listen to you talking about all your interests with equal enthusiasm, and wanting to be shown all of them.

Eddie will try to remember everything you tell about yourself, storing the information to be able to surprise you with it later. Although his memory would fail him sometimes, the effort was still endearing to you.

The two of you didn’t really define you relationship, making it into something that was not quite romantic but still not strictly friend-like. You enjoyed each other’s company and were happy to leave it at that.

He likes to keep you especially close, just having some sort of physical contact at all possible times. He’s touch deprived, aright?

In public, Eddie will mostly settle for just an arm around you or to lean against you. In private, though, he is much more demanding; wanting to hold your hand, interlock your fingers, almost to the point of cuddling, and tracing his fingers across any tattoos you might have.

When he’s under some sort of influence this is increased tenfold and he would just dump his whole body on you like a weighted blanket, the weight of him a bit suffocating but also comforting.

If he’s too revved up to stay still beside you, he would play-punch you, hopping on light feet, and which would eventually lead to a play-fight. Who’d win depended on how irritated you’d be with him, and if you’d let him win or not.

Eddie likes to argument about things, but in a banter-kind-of-way. Whether it be music, which he’s especially passionate about, or the best ways to get high or drunk. You’d call each other things like fucker, prick, idiot, and twat, but in an endearing way.

He’s a cheeky motherfucker — and he knows you love it though.

Eddie’s favourite thing to spend time with you is to put on some of his favourite music and sing along to it, having a karaoke party all by your own; or to spend a day out, either walking around the woods or driving around in his van; or to get high and just laugh at stupid shit together.

Let’s be honest, everything he does with you is Eddie’s favourite thing. He’s happy to spend any time with you, no matter what you do together.

Eddie would always drag you to his concerts (if you weren’t already part of the band) and you loved to see him perform.

You’d often help with getting him ready, both with preparing his equipment and his outfits.

You introduced him to eyeliner and he’s been obsessed with it ever since. He always gets you to do it for him, straddling his hips to gingerly hold his face as you applied the makeup. He loves the intimacy and how beautiful you make him look.

Your conversations are always interesting, ranging from the silliest things, such as how melons are considered berries, to the important and big things in life, like future plans. Sometimes you’re just quipping back and forth petty retorts, sarcastic and witty with your banter. You’re always entertained in each other’s company.

With how much time the two of you spend together and how you clung to each other, people would often assume you were a couple. You’d just deny them, saying you two are friends, which the rest of your friends rightfully doubted. Or, if they seemed to be having a problem with it, Eddie and you would fuck with them and be even more affectionate with each other.

It didn’t help people’s assumptions either that Eddie loved nicknames. He’d go around addressing you with hot stuff, handsome, good looking, and his favourite, pretty boy.

He’d be in the middle of a band practice, pausing to call to you:

“Hey, handsome, would you kindly turn the speaker up? Can’t even hear my guitar over the drums.”

You’d just nod and comply without a second thought, while the other bandmates stared at the two of you.

“What?” Eddie asked.

“You just called y/n handsome. Is anything going on between you?”

“No? I just stated a fact. Don’t you consider him good looking?”

“Didn’t say that.”

“Yeah? Then there you have it.”

“Stop bullying them, Eddie.”

“What’d you say, hot stuff?”

He’s a prick, and he knows it, by the cheeky grin he always sent you. He loved fucking with people like that, and implying things that weren’t happening, almost like it was a hobby of his. You admired the commitment though.

Sometimes you’d retort with your own flirty nicknames, turning the conversation into a competition of who could out-flirt the other.

At the end of the day, Eddie is glad to have you in his life, always looking forward to the next time you’d see each other.

And he’d often want to go to sleep with you beside him, cuddling or not. Just your mere presence calmed him and allowed him to sleep peacefully without the help of weed or alcohol.

All in all, you are happy in each other’s company and had a deep connection, something that extended the normal restrictions of friendships and relationships. It doesn’t matter what you labeled it as, as long as Eddie and you were happy.

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From One Hell to Another

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Chapter 6 Sneak Peek WIP

Tags: Alastor x Reader, Alcohol, fluff, soft Alastor, Slow Burn, Tension, not proofread, WIP

A/n: This one is taking a bit longer cause it's longer than the other chapters but I PROMISE the wait will be worth it. Here's a taste 👀

I WOULD LOVE FEEDBACK ON THE TENSE..NESS? I'm getting in my head about characterization 😅

18+ - Minors DO NOT INTERACT with me or my content

“Care to have a drink with me?” the demon inquires, materializing a bottle of Rye in one hand. The sound of his claws clink against the glass, creating a delicate but unsettling rhythm.

His eyes fix you with a beguile stare. You've witnessed him point this look toward others -- many back down at the sight of it, terrified to provoke the demon.

It only entices you to push harder.

“Depends, have you poisoned it?” You quip, the corner of your mouth turning up.

Alastor’s eyes narrow into slits, his smile growing wider, “Heavens, no,” he chuckles, materializing two crystal tumblers in his other hand, “Not this time, anyway.”

He pours a couple fingers and extends the drink to you. One of his eyebrows cocks as you dramatically observe every angle of the glass. You bring the tumbler close to your face, feigning reluctance, but your mouth falls open when the crisp smell of oak and vanilla coat the inside of your nose.

“Holy shit, this actually smells amazing,” you gasp delightfully.

“I have to agree with you there. This was my drink of choice when I was alive,” he pauses, looking introspectively before continuing, “It was my mother’s favourite too.”

This was the first you’ve heard of his life before hell and your head tilts at the disclosure.

“Were you close with your mom?” you ask with your lips against the glass, taking in the aroma.

“Incredibly.” the demon nods, a hint of pain in his voice.

You stare out over the horizon, hesitant to pry further -- family is a touchy subject and you know that first hand. The first sip washes the taste of cherry over your tongue and moan breaks free from your throat.

“Wow,” you gush, holding up the glass to observe the amber liquid as you swash it around the tumbler, “If this is poisoned, at least I'll die happy.”

“The night is still young, darling,” Alastor purrs, glancing down at his middle and index claws as he taps them together, “you know, if you have a death wish," his eyes dart towards you, "I can think of far more productive use F̶͎͓̔̌̕o̴̭̓̇̂ȑ̷͈͂ ̸̩̤̯̋̕ỳ̶̙̓o̶̹͎͓͑̎̏u̴̢̇̆͒r̴̦̥͛̄ ̶̡͙̺̀̂ś̴͇̞͆ö̷̬̩́̔͠u̵̲̅ͅl̷͚͑̀."

“Still on that, eh?" The increased static in his voice doesn't phase you, "You really think you could handle me being around you 24/7?”

“Hm, I'd tolerate it.” his eyes slide back toward his hand as he straightens out his arm.

“You know I'd make it your personal hell, right? Like, to a point where you'd regret the moment you wrap your big, scary hand around mine."

Alastor answers by taking a sip from his glass, giving you that famous coaxing look of his over the rim.

“I hope you don't mind me blaring heavy EDM from my phone everyday.”

“Sounds like you haven't a penchent for pain,” his smile widens, “I can work with that.”

“Good, I'm a bit of a masochist.” you blurt out.

Heat soaks through your features as the last word leaves your mouth and you break eye contact to look down at the glass in your hand. You didn't even realize it was empty, and with all the excitement today, you completely forgot to eat.

"Interesting," he teases, picking up the scent of your embarrassment like a bloodhound. The bottle clinks against your glass as he pours you another round, "I can work with that too."

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