#I just get so tired somtimes

[tired-twili]

Somtimes I rlly don't like men :'(

[ryderdire]

Idk man maybe I don’t wanna change everything about myself to fit into your boxes of a neurodivergence and queerness that isn’t worthy of ridicule maybe I’m tired of being called sensitive for wanting to be treated with the same respect as everyone else Maybe I don’t want people like me to always be written as the butt of the joke.. maybe I’m sick of my suffering being funny.

[valla-chan]

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[farfromstrange]

Sub!matt idea. Sensory deprivation.

It can be common as a way of control, heighten the experiance or even to help calm and sooth to blindfold your partner and make them rely on other senses. But for Matt he already has this to the extreme which can be distracting able to hear three blocks away when all he wants to focus on is you his world in this moment.

After a day of honestly tiring input he just asks for you to take over he somtimes does that wanting someone else to control him for a while and he trusts you. And trusts you enough to fuck you with his hearing either gone or reduced only able to feel, smell and taste you which is more then enough. Esspecially when you focus on the touch lavishing his body with sensory your hands never off him roaming, soothing holding. Your lips almost always on him kissing, sucking biting anything to elicit the sweet groans of him. He keeps a hand on your chest or throat not controlling but to be able to sense your rumbling groans and soft sighs feel the uptick in your heart rate as he focuses on you and only you

I am SO sorry that this took so long! And when I finally started writing it, I got carried away, so it took me two whole days to finish. But I wanted it to be good enough after I left you hanging.

On that note, your smutty thoughts make me feral!! Not gonna lie, I sat in my lecture the other day and I couldn't stop thinking about this, which is why this turned out to be over 4k words. On this page, we celebrate sub!Matt and all that comes with him!

Thank you so much for your request, and I hope I could do it justice <3

Sensory Deprivation | Matt Murdock x afab!Reader

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x afab!Reader

Summary: The world tends to get a bit loud, but thankfully, you're there to help Matt focus.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), sub!Matt, use of "good boy", oral m!receiving, swallowing, use of earplugs (sensory deprivation), Matt's catholic guilt, slight blasphemy, (almost) coming untouched, mention & use of safe word/action

Word Count: 4.4k

A/n: I'm so horny for this man, I can't function. Also, even though I did proofread this, I'm not sure if I missed any mistakes. My brain doesn't function as well as it used to. I'm sorry in advance.

More than anyone in this world, Matt believes he has to function, always, and without exceptions. He believes that he has to be useful, always doing something and never resting. His heightened senses make it impossible for him to turn his back on even the most minuscule cases of injustice, and he still beats himself up time and time again because he can’t be everywhere at once. He hears everything, smells everything, and feels the despair in the air, but in the end, he can’t take on the weight of the world all by himself. 

Ever since he met you, you have become his reprieve. You’re the haven he returns home to when everything gets just a little too much. When his senses are flooded and his heart is heavy. He crawls to you when he’s wounded, and he would crawl to you if he only had a few more minutes to live. You’re the first person he thinks of when he wakes up, and the last person he thinks of when he goes to sleep at night, preferably holding you in his arms to make sure that you won’t slip away from him. In you, he has found someone who would never judge him for who he is. Someone who will always stand by his side proudly, and someone who will hold him when he’s at his weakest. And he has been hanging off the edge of his breaking point for quite some time, holding on for dear life.

You can tell Matt must have had an awful day from the second the key turns in the lock to your shared apartment. His feet drag over the wooden floorboards as he makes his way inside. You look up from your book. 

Matt takes a deep breath, dropping his bag by the door. His shoulders are tense. He folds his cane, places it aside, and removes the red glasses you’ve grown to love—but you don’t nearly love them as much as his beautiful brown eyes, the green specks so distinctive, you could recognize them anywhere.

“Rough day?” you ask. 

He opens the first button of his dress shirt with shaky fingers. “Yeah. I don’t wanna talk about it,” he says. 

He hasn’t said hi to you like he usually would. Tonight seems to be one of those nights again. You know Matt well enough to pick up on the subtle clues in his behavior. He’s overwhelmed, possibly even anxious, and the weight he always carries on his shoulders is threatening to crush him. He’s walking a very thin tightrope, and he’s about to fall off. 

You place your book on the coffee table and straighten up. He rounds the couch you’re sitting on, his unfocused eyes searching for you. Your heartbeat resonates in his ears. Your breathing is regular. You’re calm. You’re his rock. You won’t let him drown, no matter how strong the current is that is dragging him down. 

Raising your eyebrows, you look up at him when he stops right in front of you. “No hello kiss?” you dare to ask. It’s a soft question, a little teasing, but he knows you mean well. 

Matt shakes his head. As soon as he breathes you in, he’s done for. His brain cells fry on the electric chair of his mind. His heart starts beating up to his throat. You’re so close yet so far away. You smell incredible; you must have showered after work, and then you sat down with your favorite tea and read your favorite book while waiting for him so you could have dinner together. You’re so considerate, you even used his scentless soap so all he would be able to smell is your natural scent. You consume him. The city moves into the background, and the bricks are about to fall off his shoulders. He’s close to collapsing, falling on his knees and begging you to take control to just make him forget, but he isn’t quite there yet.

A car honks in the distance. The night is calling for him. His hand clenches into a fist at his side while the other rests flat against his thigh. 

You slowly rise from your position. “Matthew,” you breathe his name like a siren. “What do you need?”

He sniffs. His fingers twitch. He has to go out, but he can’t. You envelop him in a bubble, and it makes him feel like he isn’t alone. Like he isn’t trapped. Like he can finally let go after holding on for so long. 

“Talk to me,” you say. 

His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. “There was so much noise,” Matt whispers back. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t focus. I’m trying to stay in control, but I can’t focus, and—” He breaks off into a shaky sigh. 

You chase his eyes; they’re glossed over. You reach out to tilt his chin in your direction. His eyes flutter closed. A stray tear slips down his cheek. It’s a tear stemming from months of exhaustion, physical pain, and emotional turmoil. He tried to push through, but he’s arrived at a point of no return. He’s breaking, and you’re the only one capable of catching him. 

After another deep breath, Matt’s eyes open again. “You’re here,” his voice is still barely above a whisper, but the smile that starts to grow on his lips speaks the language of relief. 

“I’m always here,” you answer. 

“You keep me sane.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”

“I also know that, but it doesn’t matter. I know how hard it is for you. If you need to be distant for a while and then blow off some steam, I’m okay with it.”

He shudders when your fingers brush his cheek. The faint bruise underneath his eye has turned green. You trace the injury with gentle fingertips. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” he says. 

You smile back at him, knowing he can feel it, and you guide him toward your face. “You exist,” you tell him. “That’s enough for you to deserve me.”

His nose brushes against yours, but before his lips can meet yours, he stops. He inhales your scent. He feels your pulse under his fingers from where he’s wrapped them around your wrist. Your skin feels so soft against his. He’s no longer on fire. The world is no longer on fire. He can let go. He wants to know that it’s okay to let go, but the voice in his head is telling him to stop. The crossroads he finds himself at won’t let him leave in the direction he wants to go. 

You can feel his inner turmoil. He’s holding back. He always does so. You’ve been together for what feels like forever, and he still doesn’t know how to ask for what he wants. What he needs. What he deserves. You told him to be primal when he needs to be. You told him to admit when you need to take over. He never does it out of his own free will. He waits until you force him into submission. 

Tonight should be the night he finally tells you. Matt needs to learn that his needs matter just as much as yours. His catholicism can go to hell for all you care. 

“I need—” He swallows. “I-I need t—”

“Go ahead,” you urge him. 

“Ugh,” the sound resembles a broken growl. And then, the barriers finally break. “I need you to take over,” he begs. “I need you to help me breathe again, sweetheart. Please. I need you.”

God, he sounds so wrecked. 

“You want me to take control?” you ask to clarify. 

He nods. “Yes.”

“Okay. Good boy. I can do that.”

Matt’s lips part in a weak whimper in response to your praise. Calling him a ‘good boy’ always has the same welcome effect. You don’t even have to look down to know that his cock is slowly swelling in his slacks. 

All the blood has rushed from his head and his beautiful rosy, stubbly cheeks to his groin. It doesn’t take much to turn him on, especially not in his current state—especially not if it’s you.

Hearing him admit that he needs you like this makes you feel a myriad of emotions. You want to take care of him, you want to love him, and you want to give him a moment of peace amongst the constant chaos, but there is also something so arousingly erotic about the way he begs for you to take control that makes your thighs clench. 

Often enough, he is the one taking care of you. Matt is a giver, not a taker. He always puts you first, but on some days, he just can’t bear it anymore. And you couldn’t possibly ask him to take charge in bed in his current state. It would break him. He’s a vulnerable man, whether he likes to admit it or not, and he can be as fragile as an ancient vase. You have to handle him with care on those days, which is all you intend to do as you guide him to your shared bedroom. 

You gently urge him to sit down on the bed. “Do you trust me?” you ask. 

His unfocused eyes flick from one side to the other. “Always,” he breathes out. 

“Good. Lie back for me. I’m going to take such good care of you, I promise.”

He would never doubt that. 

You climb into his lap, and finally, you kiss him. His lips part slightly in a desperate groan. Before he can slide his tongue into your mouth though, you pull away. His grabby hands are already resting on your hips, wandering, and wandering, and…

“Nuh-uh,” you tell him, taking hold of his calloused fingers and placing them on your upper thighs. “Patience, baby.”

“Please,” Matt begs. You love it when he begs. He’s completely putty in your hands. You could tell him to get on his knees and pray, and he would, no matter how blasphemous it may be. 

He’s holding onto you for dear life. You place his hand against the left side of your chest, allowing him to feel your heartbeat. He isn’t leaving you cold. He never does. Alone the sight of him is enough to make your thighs clench with need, but straddling him, you can’t get the friction you need. 

You reach for the nightstand to your right, opening the drawer. You know exactly what he needs. “Turn your head for me,” you murmur. 

Matt follows your instructions without questioning them. Finally finding what you were looking for, you retrieve the earplugs from the bedside drawer. This isn’t the first time you have used them on him, or he has used them on you. The specific brand renders you almost entirely deaf and renders Matt’s enhanced hearing almost to an entirely normal level.

You gently put the first plug into his left ear, then the other into his right. Before you push it in though, you ask, “Do you remember our safeword?” 

He nods. “Red,” he says. 

“Good boy. And when you can’t speak?”

“Tap your wrist three times.” His lips curl up into a weak smile. “Usually, I’m the one asking you that.” 

“Not tonight, you aren’t. May I put this in now?” You tap the earplug.

He nods again. It’s all the confirmation you need before inserting it, reducing his hearing completely. He lets out a sigh of relief. He closes his eyes, and you know he’s trying not to cry. 

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” you ask, cradling his cheek. His stubble scratches your fingertips, but it’s a welcome pain. 

He can still hear what you’re saying, feel the vibrations in your chest from where his hand is resting, and he smells you so much clearer now that he no longer has to listen to the city screaming at him in the background. Your arousal gets stuck to the tiny hairs in his nose, and he inhales sharply. Every nerve in his body is on fire. 

Matt moans. His tongue darts out, tasting the air. For a moment, he forgets that you just asked for his consent. Everything is so much more intense, yet it isn’t nearly enough. 

“Matthew,” you nudge him. “Talk to me.”

“Yes,” he whispers. At least he thinks he’s whispering. 

You smile, seemingly satisfied with his answer, and then you lean down to kiss him again. This time, you let him push his tongue into your mouth, tasting you, feeling you, and consuming all of you. He wants every ounce of you ingrained in his mind forever. 

His hands slide under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin. His focus is on you entirely. You help him take the pesky piece of fabric off, followed by his own. He’s suddenly so hot. 

Your teeth clash when you kiss. His cock is hard as a rock, pressing against his lower abdomen. You can feel it between your thighs. It must be painful for him. 

His kisses trail from your mouth, down your neck. He tastes the salt on your skin. Your pulse jumps as he drags his tongue over the vein. It’s a primal need. He needs to mark you. He needs to taste you, all of you, and make you his for all the world to see. An animalistic growl escapes his lips. His teeth dig into your skin. He nibbles just enough to make you moan, your chest vibrating underneath his hand. Matt doesn’t even hesitate to grab a handful of your breast, tugging at your sensitive nipple until it’s stiff enough to rival his aching cock. 

You throw your head back, your jaw slack, and he uses the newfound space to kiss down to your collarbone. You’re going to be purple and bruised tomorrow, but you don’t care. 

With a demanding grip on his hair that pulls at his scalp and causes him to groan against your shoulder, you push his head toward your chest. He isn’t in control, you are, and you know how much he loves to please you. 

Like a man starving, he sucks your nipple into his mouth. No, it’s not just your nipple. He takes as much as he can into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub only momentarily before he moves on to the rest of your silky skin. 

You moan. You have to let him know that you’re enjoying yourself. He feels the sound deep within your chest from where his hand is resting, and the way your breast moves slightly when you moan. Matt only becomes more eager when he feels and smells what he’s doing to you. 

The scent of you is addicting. Your arousal smells slightly sour, sometimes slightly metallic, but most of all, it is you. And when he tastes your essence on the tip of his tongue without even licking at your slick folds because you are simply that wet, it makes him feral with this insanely primal need to have you. 

He wants to spread you out before him and taste you until you’re coming all over his face. Though today, he is too weak to keep you restrained to the mattress. Matt takes what he can get, what you are willing to give him, and he does so eagerly, like the good boy that he wants to be for you. 

With the world silenced, he can focus on you. The way your heart is hammering against your ribcage, right against his palm. The way your chest heaves with every labored breath you take as he sucks and sucks at your breast until your nipple is beyond swollen. He can feel how smooth your skin is, smell the remnants of your body lotion that he sometimes steals so he can smell you everywhere he goes, and the slight sheen of sweat that has started to cover your body from head to toe. And he can smell your arousal so thick in the air, his cock jumps at the mere thought of sinking into your tight walls—of being completely consumed by you, body and soul. He doesn’t need to hear right now, all he needs to do is feel you. 

You know about his desperate urge to please. You know that, even while you’re in charge, he wants nothing more than to make you feel good. Matt is anything but selfish. But his selflessness doesn’t have a place in this bedroom tonight. 

As crazy as his mouth on your breasts is driving you into an oblivion of pure ecstasy, your walls clenching around nothing, you find it in yourself to pull him away. 

With his eyes hooded, he looks so delicious. His cock is still straining against his lower abdomen in his underwear. When you pull him away, his expression reads offense. You can’t help but snicker. 

“Did you think I’d let you make this about me?” you say just loud enough for the sound to reach through the earplugs. 

He exhales. “I was praying,” he says. 

Praying. He is too far gone to realize. There are sides to Matt Murdock you love more than others, and when he becomes blasphemous, it does things to you. This good catholic boy turns into mush when you just touch him, and then you are his God. You’re who he wants to worship, and he would pray to you, worship at the altar of your body, and drink your essence like holy water if it meant being all over you and inside of you. And you take your position very seriously. 

He trusts you. That is not a small feat. He trusts you with his body and soul, and he trusts you with the most vulnerable parts of him, be it in bed or merely a hug after a bad day. You know what he needs, and he trusts you to take care of him. He wouldn’t let just anyone do what you do to him.

“What were you praying for?” you ask him. 

“You,” he whispers. 

“You can have me, but first… focus.”

He told you he was losing focus because the world was far too late, so with the noise reduced, you will help him focus on something other than the world out there. 

“Feel that?” You kiss his mouth, and from there, you move down to his stubbly jaw. “Focus on that. Focus on me.”

Matt sucks in another sharp breath. While one hand still rests on your chest, the other comes to rest around your neck, feeling your pulse, feeling you, and his eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your luscious lips all over him. 

Your kisses trail down his neck. You pay close attention to the sensitive spot behind his ear. He moans. His hips buck upward. He’s so painfully hard, his cock has already started leaking pre-cum into his boxers. 

Each scar, each indentation on his skin that reminds you of all the good he does at the expense of his health, you kiss. You trace your tongue over the healed wounds, feeling the warmth of his skin seep into yours. He’s so sensitive. 

His fingers involuntarily clench around your neck, but you don’t mind. He’s not choking you, he’s simply trying to hold on. You have established a safe word for a reason, after all. He can get carried away the same way you can get carried away.

You wouldn’t dare push him too far though. Not tonight. Not when he’s already this wrecked underneath you. You purposefully leave his nipples out of the equation and move further down his body. His abs tense under your tender touch. You can’t help but smile. 

And him? Matt feels like he’s floating. He can feel every kiss against his heated skin, your fingertips tracing his scars after you’ve so sensually pressed your mouth against them, and he can feel your every breath as you move downward. Every kiss leaves a series of shivers in its wake. He’s hot, yet he’s cold. He needs more, but at the same time, you are already close to driving him into overstimulation. 

His balls tighten. He can’t believe that the feeling of you is enough to make him want to explode. He knows that if you touch his cock now, he might as well come right then and there. It’s so much more intense like this when he doesn’t get distracted by the world outside. You are his world, and you are all he focuses on. 

You move further down until you reach his boxers. His arm is no longer long enough to keep his hand around your neck, so he moves it into your hair. It’s a silent warning, you suppose because he is close. You only kissed him, and he’s already so close to coming undone. You don’t blame him. He’s been so tense lately. 

You press a kiss to his hip bone before murmuring against his milky skin, “It’s okay.”

Matt whimpers. Your words make their way into his bloodstream. 

You pull his boxers down. The cold air hits his aching tip and the way his back arches makes you almost feel bad. You spit into your hand, but you make sure your palm is warm enough before you reach for his girth. 

The moment you touch him, he’s done for. “Sweetheart, I can’t–” he chokes out, but you shush him by placing your lips against his tip. 

You lick at the salty pre-cum. It tastes like him. You can’t deny that you missed this while he was so distant from you. This is as much for you as it is for him, that is something you can’t deny either. You’re a little selfish tonight. Just a little. 

His words of protest get swallowed by a needy moan, and his fist tightens in your hair. He’s not going to last long. 

Matt is not one to come early. The guilt swallows him faster than you can swallow his cum, which is why he always holds himself back. Tonight though, you won’t let him torture himself for your pleasure. You hate it when he does it. 

“Ugh!” the moan comes from the depths of his chest. “Fucking–God!”

You take him into your throat as far as you can without gagging, and what you can’t take, you wrap your hand around. He’s so thick, and he’s so incredibly big—you can feel the tears forming in your eyes. But God, he is so beautiful with his head thrown back, brown eyes squeezed shut, and that little drop of sweat dripping down his temple. It’s lewd, it’s erotic, and it makes your thighs clench. 

All of his reservations vanish when you take him all in. Your throat is tight, but you’re enthusiastic. Your tongue traces the vein on the underside of his cock, moving back up to the overly sensitive head. Your hands cup his balls. Every time you go down on him, Matt swears he can feel heaven reaching its hand out to him.

He grips your hair a little tighter, his other hand tangling in the sheets. He’s so close. He twitches, painfully so. And when he comes, he instinctively pulls your head upward so you won’t choke. His hot cum spurts down your throat, and you have no choice but to swallow. 

You surprise both yourself and him when you fight against his hand and force yourself down far enough so that your nose brushes the base of his cock, and you gag. 

Your throat is so tight and hot that it drags his orgasm on for eternity. He can hear his blood rushing in his ears. His heart is racing out of his chest as if it has somewhere to be. The fire ripples through him, the inferno turning into a dangerous explosion that tears his nerves apart, putting them back together just to tear them apart again. He feels as though the skin is falling off his very fragile bones, and his muscles collapse in on themselves. 

Matt can’t breathe. When he finally manages to untangle his hands from your hair, he lies there. The blood in his ears is obnoxious. He can’t hear. He can’t see. And suddenly, he can’t even feel anymore. He doesn’t exist. Reality slips away into a moment in time. Now, he’s dying. It feels like he is dying. 

You pull off his cock, catching your breath. His cum trickles down the corner of your mouth. You wipe it away. Pressing a kiss to his hip bone, you look up through your lashes. At first, he looks blissed out, but his expression quickly changes. 

He can’t talk. You take his hand. “Matt,” you coax him. 

Not even his chest is lifting in time to accommodate his heavy breathing. His body is shaking as every ounce of stress falls off his shoulders, and his nerves fall victim to the inferno that is still wreaking havoc inside of him.

He taps your wrist three times. 

“Okay,” you murmur. You quickly climb back up his body. 

“Out,” he manages to tell you, weakly pointing to the earplugs. 

“Okay, baby. I’ve got you. Just breathe.”

You pull the earplugs out as fast as you can. Matt’s arms wrap around you, searching for a lifeline, and he pulls you against him.

“Shhh.” You cradle his head in the crook of your neck. 

You hold him like this for a while. You hold him against you tightly, gently, as if he is the most fragile thing you have ever held. 

Eventually, his breathing returns to normal. His heart starts to slow down. His fingertips no longer dig into your back as desperately as they have before. He’s just content now. 

You press your lips to the crown of his head. “You okay?” you dare to ask. 

Matt takes a moment before he nods. He leans back slightly. “Thank you,” he breathes. 

“For what?”

His lips curl into a tired yet satisfied smile. “For helping me focus.”

You smile back at him. “My pleasure,” you say, and you lean down to capture his lips in a loving kiss. 

“I love you,” he murmurs into the kiss.

“And I love you, Matthew Michael Murdock.”

“Oh, you love me that much, huh?”

You giggle, “Shut up!” before you pull him in for another kiss. 

For now, he needs to catch his breath and pick up the pieces you shattered by giving him this orgasm, but you know that once he does, it is going to be a long night for you. And you won’t be able to find it in yourself to complain. Not that you want to, anyway.

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HEYYYYY, saw you recent post and LOVED THEM. You up for doing SBG with really tired S/O? Example: always napping, even in public. S/O would just like lay on them and nap

⭐️ anon

yesss!!!! I love this idea its actually how I would be like around my partner if I had one 🥲

Warnings- probably spelling errors cuz I'm to lazy to go fix them

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Ashlen

She wouldn't really mind whenever you just fall asleep near her

On her though she might be a little awkward but will never push you off of her

When it's just you two and you just decide to take a nap next o her she might take a nap with you (cuz all these kids need it bro)

In public it really just depends

if there's little people around (and aiden isn't there) she'd take a small nap with you

If there's lots of people she probably would just try her best to keep you up until there in a better place with less people and probably no aiden

Speaking of aiden again I think she'd give him hella glares if he trys to wake you up with a prank or something she's not letting that happen

Especially in the phantom realm she wants you to get as much sleep as you can when your just chilling in the phantom realm she dosent want you to tired more then you are

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Aiden

Itd probably be pretty hard to fall asleep around him but if you do bed think it's so cute!

Buuuuut aiden might pull some pranks on you somtimes when you fall asleep near him

When he dosent though he'd just let you sleep (cuz yall desperately need it fr) and he'd go do his own thing that may or may not be stupid (it 100 percent is)

Though if you fall asleep on him like leaning on his side or your head in his lap thats a different story!

If he dosent feel like pranking you he'd try his hardest to stay still and let you sleep

Even though it's a little hard with his adhd he trys

He most likely plays with your hair when you lay on him to help keep himself occupied and not wake you

If your in public and fall asleep near/on him I think he'd 100 percent just carry you to wherever your going next instead of waking you

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Ben

Hed love to just nap with you all the time

If it's just you two hanging out and you fall asleep on him he's asleep with you

Even in public if there's not many people he'll nap with you

Bit if there's alot of people he probably won't unless the rest of the group is there

Speaking of the rest of the group ben definitely has to make sure aiden doesn't wake you up because aiden would definitely do that -_-

Also he'd be awesome to sleep against, he'd be like a giant warm pillow It'd be awesome I don't blame anyone for wanting to cuddle him tbh

Back on topic lol, I think just like aiden he'd carry you if you fall asleep and they needed to go somewhere, he'd just scoop you up easily and they'd be on there way lol

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Tyler

When it's just you two he'd love to just cuddle and nap with you

Like when you two have a study date at his house and you fall asleep? He's cuddling with you once he finishes, he also makes sure you finish to

But in public he'd probably act annoyed but will never push you away or wake you up

He'll only wake you up when you have to get going or somtimes carry you

He also acts like a guard dog any time you fall asleep and makes sure nobody wakes you up especially aiden

If it's cold out and you fall asleep near him he'll probably lay his jacket over you

And if you lay on him in public he'll put his arm over you to make sure you don't fall or something but still acts annoyed and probably fights with aiden when he teases him

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Taylor

Shed think it's soooo cute whenever you just fall asleep near or on her

No matter where you guys are shell always just admire you when your asleep

If you fall asleep on her when it's just you two she might just play on her phone or something while stroking your hair

if you fall asleep on her in public shel try her hardest to sit still and make sure your comfortable until she has to wake you up

She makes sure nothing will wake you up because she knows you and the rest of the group desperately need sleep fr

Somtimes if your really tired and fall asleep on her in public she'll ask tyler or Ben to carry you

She definitely has a bunch of pictures he took of you sleeping in random places and on her she thinks it's so cute

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Logen

He'll make sure to be quiet whenever you fall asleep near or on him

I fell like every time you fall asleep on him he blushes at least a little bit

In public he trys to let you sleep as long as you can before gently waking you up by like stroking your hair/cheek gently

When it's just you two he will most likely fall asleep with you just cuddled up next to you being extra careful to not wake you

He trys his hardest to not let aiden wake you when you guys are with the group but he'd need Ben's help to keep aiden away

I fell like he'd stroke your hair a lot when your asleep as if you where a cat

Might also offer you his hoodie to use like a blanket some days

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Hope you liked it!!!! I've still got a few more requests to do so expect more posts randomly lol

[adventuringblind]

i loved your neurodivergent x oscar sm and i think it’s so cute. i love the way both their dynamics work with each other and it’s relatability!!

i was wondering if you could do more fics based on them in like different situations and how they both would care for each other in their own ways??

maybe you could make a fic based around the early stages of their relationship? i can imagine it being like really cute and both of them having to adapt to some of each others habits that they weren’t used to before, etc, and them both just being really caring and overall adorable towards each other!

i hope you’re having a lovely day btw!

Patterns of You

Oscar Piastrix Autistic!reader

Genre: fluff

Request: yep! I'm open for any ideas y'all have. I've been having fun with the autistic reader, so if you have anything specific in mind, please let me know!

Summary: You and Oscar adapt to eachothers way of living

Warnings: none :)

Notes: written in second person

Masterlist

You and Oscar hit it off

However, it still takes some getting used too for the both of you

Oscar likes trying different foods

You like sticking to the same foods

It took him awhile to learn your preference

He even made a list of things you specifically disliked and hung it on the fridge

He was aware you physically couldn't handle certain things

So he tried his hardest to make things that you both liked or could he made to one's specific preferences

Once he asked you to come with him to a barbecue at a friend's house

The party itself was chill

But the food options made you want to cry

You tired to be polite and eat a little but but you just ended up excusing yourself to the bathroom and gagging

Oscar was well aware of what was happening

He made sure you didn't feel the need to force yourself to eat something you couldn't

When he took you home that night, he purchased your favorite safe food and made it for you

He knew you needed food, and after the stress of everything at the barbecue, he figured your safe food might help to ease your senses

One thing he was not prepared for was the first time you had a meltdown

You'd told him exactly what happens and how you need to calm yourself down so that he wasn't clueless

It didn't stop him from being worried though

When you showed up with Oscar at the paddock for the first time, the journalists were all over you

They were loud, in your face, and in your personal space

It got overwhelming too quick

Your hands immediately cover your ears, and your breathing gets rapid

The worst part is that they follow you

Obviously, they didn't get that you didn't feel like talking to them

Oscar could actively feel your body shutting down

Tears escaping your eyes faster then you could wipe them away

He led you all the way to his driver room without stopping

Immediately, he watched you find the floor and curl into yourself

Oscar just stands guard and makes sure you don't need anything as you attempt to self-soothe

When you feel better, he lets you hold him or be held in whatever way you need

He started to adapt after that

He became Spiderman

It didn't matter where you were, if he was within five minutes of you, he knew if you felt overwhelmed or not

When you moved in with him, he made sure to give you a safe space

Somewhere that other people couldn't go and bother you if you needed time to yourself

Somtimes Oscar himself was your safe space

If you couldn't get away from the environment, he would envelope you in his arms

Letting you bury your face in his chest and breathe in his scent

It wasn't the best way of letting you calm down, but it worked in emergency situations when he couldn't get you out of there

Routine became the most popular shared thing between you two

You both had schedules and stuck to them

He noticed your mini routines inside of your schedule

You would always use the same good morning greeting, so he started using it too

It made you smile when the comforting words fell from his mouth

You always made the bed a specific way, so he memorized how so he could do it also

Vocal tones were the hardest thing for you to learn

Your parents deemed that the way you speak most the time had an ability to sound angry and sassy

This, in turn, made you over explain everything you said because you feared it would get you in trouble

Oscar could not understand for the life of him why one sentence became a three paragraph explanation

He eventually just started listening for keywords you used to get different tones across

When you asked questions about how he was meaning things, he didn't get it at first

When he was talking about work drama, he saw the pure look of confusion on your face

You were trying to decide if he was upset or just gossiping but had yet to figure it out

He understood after that

Needless to say you two eventually found your groove

Communication about communication became a vital point of success in your relationship

Oscar didn't mind having to adapt to something new

He loves you and is willing figure things out

Plus, the patterns you have make you more you

[jusalle]

☆ Lionel Messi Imagine ☆

• Stress Relief •

( This was a request! so I hope yall enjoy!🤍💙 Also I don't write smut much so if it's horrible,My apologies)

Warning: Smut

Leo was a person who mostly kept to himself. He loved you dearly, you were his life.

"Eres mi corazón y mi alma, mi amor" Lionel loved to say

( You are my heart and soul, my love)

Wherever he was stressed because of game or practice or his work in general, he loved to hold you. Somehow your touch always relaxes him. He didn't know how you did it but it works.

Even though he loved your touch but somtimes he wanted more but he was scared if he might hurt you , he treated you as if you were a piece of glass.

Lionel didn't like to rush you into anything you didn't want to do.

Every time those urges happen, it gets more tempting as time goes on.

And Leo knows one day he won't be able to hold back.

°••••°

Leo was currently playing against Poland, they were difficult, Leo would say.

For most the game, Leo kept getting fouled. At first Leo brushed it off because he knew it was going to happen sooner or later.

But as time went on, it was foul after foul. It was as if they were only targeting him. As you were at the game you could tell by the look on his face. He was beyond agrivated.

You just wanted to comfort him and make all his worries go away.

All game for Leo, all he could think is about you and you only.

He just wanted to be in your arms, but he wanted more, he wanted to have you moaning his name. He's had these thoughts before but he always held back.

This time he wanted you so badly he wanted you to take his stress away.

After the game, you waited for Lionel outside the lockerooms. Once he finished he came out and saw you.

As soon as he saw you he just wanted to grab you and pamper you with kisses but he knew he had to control himself.

As he looked at you, he looked so stressed but you didn't see the desire that he felt. Leo was good at hiding his emotions.

" Mi Amor Leo" you said softly.

He was too tired to even respond and your voice just sent him more crazy, just by your voice it was temping to not try to rip your clothes apart.

He began to walk out the stadium and clearly he was too tired to even talk, so you let him be, you didn't take any offense to this cause Leo has acted like this after a match before and you understood.

As you two got the car, you guys began to drive home. The whole car ride was silent, it wasn't awkward though. It was a silence that was comforting.

Leo was glad that you understood that he was tired and he was to tired to even talk and you kept quiet.

But the other part was that he was glad you kept silent or else that would've sent him over the edge and began ripping your clothes apart and would've taken you right there.

As you two got home, Leo laid on the bed as he tired to relax.

You left him alone but you knew your going have to talk him.

Currently now you were cooking dinner.

As you were cutting up some vegetables you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist.

It was Leo

" All game I thought of you Mi Amor" Leo said as he buried his face onto my neck.

" Me too Leo, I was worried you know, they kept fouling you." You said softly

As Leo heard your sweet fucking voice that absolutely just sent him crazy. He couldn't even resist no more.

" Te necesito tanto, mi amor, he esperado demasiado, me quitas todo el estrés." Leo said as he whispered into your ear with desperation

( I need you so much my love, I've waited to long, you take all my stress away.)

That instantly made your knees fall weak. You knew Leo was always stressed so if he needed it to go away, you'll gladly do it.

Before you knew it, Leo turned you around and began planting butterfly kisses along your neck as you began whimpering for him

He removes himself from your neck as you groan from loss contact.

"Up Mi Amor" Leo said

As you jumped up, Leo grabbed you by your thighs and carried you to the bedroom.

As he layed you down on the bed he stared at you.

He looks down at you as he stares into your eyes with pure desire.

You always got nervous under his gaze especially when he looks at you with pure desire.

" Does it make you nervous when I stare Mi Amor?" He chuckles at your nervous state.

" Undress for me Amor" Leo said as he continued to stare at you.

As you began to understand you took of your shirt and pants

As he stared at you, he pulled you by the waist and pulled you into his lap and his hand travels along your body to your core. he slipped his hands to your clit as he begans to tease you.

"Mi Amor fuck-, your so wet and it's all because of me" Leo said as he whispered into your ear

" Leo. Please" you begged as you didn't want Leo to tease you.

" Anything for you Mi Amor" he says as he slides his fingers through your folds.

" You feel so good Leo.." you said as you tried to suppress your moans, it felt to good.

" I need more Leo Please" you whispered into Leo's ear as you sounded so desperate but you didn't care you just wanted him

He did as you wished and took of his pants and boxers as he began to thrust into you.

" Dios Mío mi amor, you feel too good" Leo said as he groaned

" Your all I need Mi amor, only you." Leo said lowly

By then both of you were already close reaching your climax.

You couldn't even thin straight that it felt that good.

"It's to good Amor. So fucking tight and I can't. When you move like that it feels so good. Do it again. Por favor Mi amor" Leo said as he moved you hips.

Both of you came to your high. Panting as you both try to calm down.

"No sé cómo lo haces mi amor pero me quitas el estrés" Leo said as he buried his face in your neck once again

(I don't know how you do it my love but you take my stress away)

You simply chuckle at Leo's words

" Mi amor, I'll do anything to make you not so stressed." You said softly as you observed Leo.

As Leo observed you to, all he could think is how did he get so lucky with you?, you were everything he could've asked for. He didn't deserve you.

Leo came out of his thoughts when he saw you closing your eyes slowly, indicating that you were worn out.

"Te amo mi amor duerme bien" Leo said as he kissed your forehead gently as he falls asleep with you happily.

(I love you my love, sleep well)

You were everything Leo could ask for.

••••

Hello my lovlies!. Apologies if the smut was bad :(, I've wrote smut before but I'm not the best at it so I apologize if it's not the greatest. But overall I hope you guys enjoy this one! 💙🤍

[stinger-shot]

🧡TFP Ratchet SFW alphabet🧡

TFP Ratchet SFW alphabet.(This is my first time doing this, don't judge)

A = Affection (How affectionate they are)

- Ratchet doesn't really show affection alot, the only things you'll get in public are a small peck on the cheek or a normal kiss. (Maybe even a small nuzzle?)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

- Ratchet would be less grumpy with you and a little bit more open, not alot just a little..

C = Cuddles

- After a loooong and stressful day, expect some Cuddles, which is alot... even if he doesn't cuddle after a long day you'll still get some in berth.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

- Well if Cybertronians needed to eat, he'd be Gordon Ramsey, so your getting 5 star meals every night babyyyyy~

- Ratchets a clean freak, even though his work space can get messy he always needs to clean it up afterwards.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

- If you broke up with him first, he'd respect your wishes and wish you luck and give you a hug even though he would be upset.

- If he broke up with you first.. let's just say, he ain't talkn after-

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment?)

- Terrified but up for it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

- Oh he's very gentle, he wouldn't hurt you in the slightest, even emotionally he tries his best not to hurt your feelings. Even if he is grumpy-

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it?)

- He likes especially after a stressful moment or day.

- He likes them often unless it interrupts his work.

I = I love you (How do they say I love you?)

- "I love you y/n... you've made me the happiest mech in the world."

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get?)

- Oh he gets very jealous-

- If he does get jealous he just scoffs alot and holds his tounge and goes into a mood about it.

K = Kisses

- If your upset he'll give you a few pecks and maybe some butterfly kisses.

- If its just a normal kiss, just a nice passionate kiss on the lips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

- It depends, if the kids being a brat he'll ignore them.

- but if the kids a sweetheart he'll maybe have a conversation.

M = Morning- SLEEPY CUDDLES!!!

N = Night

- He reads books before sleeping, makes him feel tired enough to go sleep.

- SLEEPY CUDDLES!!!

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

- He's not open about himself, unless he's very very VERY upset about somthing.

- Or that one time he did dru- I MEAN- synth-N

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

- I think you know

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?)

- He remembers everything but does slip up once and a while.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

- First kiss or the first time he saw you.

S = Security (How protective are they?)

- He's very protective of you, but not that protective.

- Like if you got a paper cut he'd just shrug and walk away. (Not in a rude way tho)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

- A TON OF EFFORT

- Remember he cook like Gordon Ramsey *wink wink*

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

- His grumpiness.

- Feel free to glare at him everytime he scoffs!!

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

- He doesn't care really, he's old, he doesn't care about that stuff anymore.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

- Yeah, pretty mutch..

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

- He's tried pepto bismol once.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

- honestly I don't know

- if your annoying ig? Just try not piss him off-

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

- He has a whole routine..

- he goes for a shower, reads a book, gets cuddley with you, then he's asleep.

- He snores and sleep talks in his sleep somtimes, so yea-

(This was my first time at this so yea! Hope you enjoyed!)

[mistimemories]

having a long distance friend is honestly getting so tiring especially when she’s better than me in like every way , my best friend moved away like 2 years ago and we still facetime and text almost everyday and honestly im so fucking sick of hearing about all her new friends every party she goes too how homecoming went EVERY FUCKING THING like ok whatever it’s cool she doesn’t wanna loose touch but like she’s so different from me she’s like rich or something casually talks about dropping hundreds going shopping or how she smokes now and all that like im so jealous of her it physically hurts don’t mention she’s literally gorgeous and thin and like how did she make all thoes friends THAT FAST and there already having sleepovers and are super close im not exaggerating when i say I have no friends like none irl i dont go to school events because i have no one to go with I dont hang out with anyone i dont go anywhere or do anything it’s like everytime we call she updates me on her life like im her social media status and i just sit there and nod because there’s absolutely nothing going on in my life i could tell her i feel like shit after like it’s not fair why can she make friends and I can’t I literally don’t understand how people make friends and ik some asshole is gonna comment “maybe if u showed some empathy and weren’t so bitter and miserable you’d have friends!” god and im so painfully aware too im filled with apathy and littarly rank people in my life somtimes i wish I knew what was wrong with me sometimes i wish i was normal why do i have to be different? but oh well! guess ill just be like this forever

[mattmurdock42]

A COMFORT AND MAGICAL TRIP WITH YOUR HUSBAND.

Henry Cavill X Female Reader / Wife X Husband

+- 1.3 k

Pov: you and Henry go on a rod trip, but he accidentaly unlocked one of your old traumas. But he can fix It, of course.

Fluff, cute, cuddlings and lots of huggs.

You and Henry were at a car trip, it was your vacation togheter, and you two have being planning it since a long time ago. You´d be on the trip for two weeks. First, there was a 12 hours road to the first city, which you were going to stay there for five days, on a 5 star motel. You and Henry left your house early, planing to get there at 17 pm. He would start driving at 3 am and you would change places at 9 am, so each would drive 6 hours. Everything was perfect. You two got on the car and you layed on the back seat and he sat on the driver place. At 9, he stopped at a caffe for you two have breakfast. You could notice how tired he was. You both ate and got in the car.

Henry: good night, my piglly.

He immediately fell asleep, and you couldn´t believe what you had just heard. Piggly? What did he meant with that? Was he calling you fat, hairy, smelly, what? Your feelings were a mix between anger, sadness, shame and anxiety. Maybe he meant well, but you didn´t care, you two had already discussed about what to call one another, he knew he should ask about adding a new pet name.

He woke up at 15 pm, and you were so mad at him, you could barelly look at him. Piggly? After some time he noticed something was not right with you.

Henry: y/n, is eveyithing okay?

y/n: i don´t know.

Your feelings were hurt, he knew how this kind of things could reach deep in you. You didn´t even know what to say to him.

Henry: Tell me what is wrong.

y/n: you know what is wrong.

He stopped to think about it for one second.

Henry: i´m sorry, but really don´t know.

y/n: then maybe you should think harder.

You two spent the rest of the trip in silence. You arrived at the motel, you checked in and, when you were going to your bedroom, Henry stoped you and said:

Henry: darling, i´ve thought during hours and i still don´t know. Please, tell me what i did, so i may not repeat it.

You kept going and arrived in front of your room, unlocking the door you say:

y/n: you did nothing much, piggly.

He stoped and, in a second, the memory came into his mind. He knew how you didn´t liked this name because of your childhood trauma. When you were a child, you´d spent christmas at your grandma, with your cousins, and your grandma had nicknames for all of you. She meant well, but didn´t knew the damage she was doing to you, by calling all of your cousins "little giraffes", and you "little hippo", or "piggly", somtimes. She called you that name because you were the only "fat" child ( you weren´t actually really fat). You knew it wasn´t her intension to make you feel bad, it was just her way of showing afection. You knew how much she loved you, always pampering you. However, it marked you forever. Henry knew how much he messed up. He entered the room and went to the bed and gripped your waist.

Henry: y/n, i´m so, so sorry. I was so tired that my brain stoped prossesing. I thought about that word because i had just ate bacon, you saw it. So, when i got in the car, i thought about saying good night to you and calling you something nice. I´m really sorry.

You were feeling disgusted by your body, all your anxiety had come back. You got away from his hands.

yn: i need to be alone for a while.

You went to the balcony to looked at te sea and wet your feet at the indoor small pool that the room had. After some minutes thinking, you came back inside and went to him. He was sitting at the bed, looking at his cellphone. He left his phone as soon as he saw you, looking at your eyes. You put your hands on his cheeks.

y/n: let´s eat, it´s been 8 hours since we last ate.

He agrees and you go to the hotel´s restaurant. During dinner, you two discussed what you were going to do for the rest of the night. You two agreed to stay in the pool, to relax from the road.

After dinner, you were at the pool, with some soft music behind. You weren´t as talktive and needy as before, and this was killing Henry. He loved how annoyingly quiet you could be when there were other people around, but when it was just you two, you didn´t shut up. He decides to get near you to resolve it. He gently aproches you from beside, hugging you.

Henry: please, y/n, you know i didn´t mean anything bad. I love you. You are the most beautiful woman ever. Stop overthinking. Just love yourself like i love you. Your grandma was a mean woman, you know that, you told me several times. She accomplished nothing on her life for you to listen to her. This is your own thoughts, pay attention to then, please. I´m so sorry.

You hug him, burying your face at his wet, beefy chest. You get away and keeps looking at the sea. Your behavior was starting to piss him off. He longed this time alone with you for so many time, and now you were upset because of an old lady. You two decided to go to sleep. You took a shower and layed on the bed. He was ready for your usual cuddles, which calmed you from the day, but you weren´t even close to him, you were laying at the extreme edge of the bed.

Henry: darling, come near me.

y/n: not now.

Henry: please, i can make you sleep faster, you know that.

y/n: i´ll sleep in some minutes.

He couldn´t take it anymore.

Henry: if you don´t come here by yourself, i´ll go there and make you come, in a not gentle way.

y/n: i doubt it.

You said and closed your eyes.

Suddenly, you feel a hand brutally grabing your waist and quickly lifting your uper body, as if you were a doll. Henry turned you to be face to face with him. Sometimes you forgot how strong he were. He placed you by his side and said.

Henry: i told you.

You tried to scape.

Henry: darling, please, stay. I need you. i will be the one who wont sleep without my other half.

As he said that, you quiet up. After some minutes, you go on top of him hugging his big chest, feeling his to hot warm through your body. You finnaly relaxed and admitted:

y/n: thank you, for being by my side and understanding my needs. And sorry for ruinning the first part of our trip.

Henry: it is not your fault, darling, i could never blame you for that.

You two fall asleep like that. The next morning, you wake up and go to have breakfast. You were as happy as before, talking about your plans for today and tomorrow, teasing him in sexual ways that you knew it would come back after the sun was sat, and only the moon could see you both at your beachy room,, exploring each others body without a map. A so welcoming and cozy place for the other.

[blues824]

Can I please request the remarried empress with the female douma but navier and her get body swaped.

💐How would everyone react to the news and especially sovieshit Technically he is married to the douma mc until its fixed.

🌈Navier for the first time feeling why her best friend is so apathetic and struggling with not feeling emotions only when she near her real body and her feeling the absolute rage douma mc feels towards rattrash.

💐The douma mc feeling tierd from feeling so much emotions but at least she is in navier her body that she absolutely acts perfectly in public to honour her reputation.

🌈People being jealous that navier is in the body of the godes douma and asking how it feels to be in the body of child of the gods.

💐Now what about kosiar how would he feel if the love of his life is in his sister her body and him comforting the tired douma mc, from her feeling all those new emotions making her tired.

🌈Heinley and ergi being glad that she did not swap with rattrash because she whoud have ether ended rattrash life of tell the truth about everything.

💐Rattrash being jealous that out of nowhere sovieshit hangs out with navier (aka douma ) more than ever and her seeing a colder navier.

🌈Them being closer than ever so if something happens they have each other to rely on like how douma helps navier with her being the empress and them having fun.

💐How would navier react to her best friend getting away with a lot like she could push rattrash of the stairs and people whoud not blame her or they don't want to deal with her wrath.

🌈How would navier react to waring douma mc her clothes (yes she gets fancy dress form her but this is another level ) like their imbroiderd with the most beautiful designs of🪷lilies🪷and other religious things that if rattrash ripped people whoud get mad.

(I had to look it up why lilies/lotus mean and now I understand why douma uses them.)

💐And douma mc waiting navier her clothes feeling the difference between it and feeling more free because somtimes it's tiering waring such beautiful clothes that literally gets perseved if she no longer wairs it like it becoming a religious item.

Preface: You and Navier were visiting the Academy when a student accidentally messed up in their class and switched their bodies. Now, Navier in your body has to go to the Western Kingdom and inform everyone that you have switched, and you do the same except in Navier’s body and you have to go to the Eastern Empire.

Sovieshu

If you think that he will be taking advantage of the situation, you are absolutely correct. Knowing that he is married to you (technically) for the time being makes him feel so happy. However, for once he agrees with you: this information needs to be kept in the palace until you both switch back or find a way to switch back.

Thus began your time of being his wife and the Empress. You were colder than you have ever been, but you made the responsible decisions when it came to political duties. You held your head high, just as Navier would have and like you always do anyway, and made sure not to crack under the nearly unbearable pressure. It wasn’t anything to you anyway, because you always had to balance being Queen and being the Holy Lady.

After the first night, you and Sovieshu had an actual conversation where he asked you how your first day went. You actually smiled and said that the dresses were much lighter than yours were, and you were glad that the ones you didn’t wear weren’t being preserved like some holy item.

What you didn’t tell him is that you could feel the exhaustion within your (Navier’s) bones. Even though you did your best, you could tell that Navier’s body wasn’t dealing with the stress too well. So, you called the handmaidens to help. Sovieshu was there to help where you needed as well, and for once you were grateful for his assistance. If only he offered that help to his actual wife.

Rashta

When she heard that you had body swapped with Navier, she was definitely less scared. However, it would be hard for her not to tell anyone anything. That being said, you and the Emperor made sure that she had a guard to escort her everywhere so that he could watch what she said.

Under the pretense of ‘Navier would not do that’, you strayed far away from the young mistress. But, you acted much colder than the actual Empress did. It was mostly your distaste for Rashta, but part of it was also your inability to feel emotions. Again, you did what made sense, rather than what you felt emotionally called to do.

Unfortunately, because you were still Y/N in Navier’s body, Sovieshu was spending more and more time with you, which drove Rashta to jealousy. She became convinced that you did actually love the Emperor and you were trying to steal him from her, even though you were happily engaged to Kosair.

Even though you despised her, you did leave a few notes for her because you knew that His Imperial Majesty was planning to divorce Navier to marry her. You didn’t want to see the Empire that raised you be burnt to the ground over a single mistake. So, you decided to do her a favor and leave a guide that would get her started as Empress.

Navier

You both departed soon after, and it was a very awkward conversation to Heinrey and Kosair in the Western Kingdom. Sure, the former man was very happy that his Queen was there, but the latter was saddened at the fact that his beloved was in the Eastern Empire. It’s not like he wasn’t happy to see his sister, but he was mostly looking forward to seeing you.

That aside, getting dressed in your dresses was such a hassle. You would think that she was putting on Marilyn Monroe’s dresses or something because no one wanted anything to ruin them as they were going to be preserved.

Now, you were under a lot of stress as well. It wasn’t particularly great to have Sovieshu wrapping his arm around your waist as he led you everywhere, but you sucked it up because he was technically your husband as long as you were in Navier’s body. It wasn’t that bad, though, because you did spend a lot of time apart with your respective duties as Emperor and Empress.

However, you were kind of jealous at how comfortable her dresses were compared to yours back in the Western Kingdom. Plus, they weren’t being as carefully handled because usually if you’ve grown a distaste for a certain article of clothing, it’s preserved to the best of the time’s abilities.

Heinrey

This worked out for him splendidly, except for the fact that his future brother-in-law is livid at seeing him get close with his younger sister that was in his lover’s body. It was conflicting for him too because it was awkward to see his lover in his sister-in-law’s body.

He realized that Navier was getting a bit of a taste of what life in the Western Kingdom was like. Not just that, but he would be there to help her. Of course, nothing much happens. Since you gave up the crown to Heinrey after your husband had passed, he had the majority of the responsibilities. However, you still had to serve as an advisor, and Navier did that to the best of her ability.

Heinrey could tell that she was bending her back to make sure that your image was not tarnished in any way. He just wished she wasn’t trying so hard. Every night, when she informed everyone that she was going to bed, he could hear the pain and exhaustion in her voice. This made the golden retriever of a king very sad.

If he was being honest, as great as it was to have her there, she wondered how well she would handle being Queen of a completely different kingdom that he was hoping to turn into an empire. But, to be fair, after you switched back and after he married her, she would have you to guide her.

Kosair

When he heard that you were in the Eastern Empire so as to not let suspicion arise there, he was very sad. Sure, he was happy to see his sister, but it was all off. Sure, Navier was in her body, but she did not act like you. She did not talk like you. She did not think like you. The list goes on.

But, he did cherish Navier’s time there. Every day, he would make sure that she was alright, but it really wasn’t helping her stress levels. Acting as a Holy Lady was definitely a struggle for her, and Kosair could tell. He could only imagine the stress you were under in return.

Dinner was always awkward because usually he would be sitting next to you. However, Heinrey wanted to sit next to Navier, and he let her go. He honestly could not wait until you swapped bodies again because he just wanted to lie next to his wife at night. 

Once you do switch back, Heinrey’s back to missing his Queen, but Kosair is definitely very happy to have his wife back. But once he found out that Sovieshu wrapped his filthy arm about your waist under the guise of ‘making it seem authentic’, he was just about to swim to the Eastern Empire to beat his ass.

[kittyfuckincheshire]

❤CUDDLES❤alastor x reader

You were new to he'll you died from suicide. You met Charlie one day while wandering around pentagram City. She told you about her hotel and you very excitedly agreed to join the wayward group on the journey to redemption. When you arrived at the hotel you met alastor when Charlie was giving you the tour. Charlie I was unaware we had a new guest. Oh hi alastor this is y/n. Hi. Well hello my dear my name is alastor I'm am one of the patrons of this fabulous hotel. Hi I'm y/n. Well alastor we must get going I still have a lot to show y/n. Well good bye alastor. Good bye my dear let me know if you need anything. I will thanks bye. After your encounter with a last or Charlie introduced you to the other guest/staff of the hotel.You and angel almost instantly became friends you and baggie were friends as well you also befriended husker he was kinda like that drunk friend with good advice and nifty was kinda like a little sister. You really enjoyed being at the hotel you loved it.you and alastor grew very close over the few months you had been there you noticed that he was very protective of you when around other demons and he treated you kinder and better than everyone You were starting to get a crush on him but you didn't say anything because you were scared he would not return your feelings and you would ruin your friendship with him.(TIME SKIP)sorry. It was late and you couldn't sleep so you headed down stairs to get a glass of water you bumped into alastor on your way back to your room. Hello my dear what are you doing up so late? Oh hi alastor I was just getting a glass of water I was kinda having trouble sleeping. Oh? Well sometimes I have nightmares about my past life you know my one on earth. Ah and do they trouble you? Somtimes... Okay a lot but its fine I'm fine. Hmm would you like me to keep you company until your tired again?. Oh um sure if its no trouble to you. Of course not my dear! Do you want to go back to my room? Alright. You walked back to your room with alastor in tow when you got to your room you walked in and got in bed alastor sat at the foot of your bed and y'all started to chat until you got tired. Hey al? Yes dear? Do you ever miss anything from your life on earth? Hmm well yes I'm miss my darling mother she was quite the lady I'm sure you would have liked here why do you ask? Well I miss my family that's what most of my nightmares are about they were amazing my mother was an amazing women I miss her the most she used to sing me to sleep when I was little when I lost her I was heart broken. I also miss my many brothers and sisters and my dad I think there all in heaven at least I hope so. Hmm scoot over. W-what?. Move over. Al are you sure? Yes. O-okay. He climbed in the bed with you and He grabbed you around the waist and then started spooning you. Y'all cuddled for a minute until he started humming your eyes started getting droopy and you slowly started to fall asleep. good night al. goodnight my dear. Hey al? Yes? I love you. I love you to MI amour.

I enjoyed writing this i've been having trouble sleeping and I thought some cute fluff with my favorite red deer would be cute well I hope you enjoyed it!byee

P.S. This is also my first fanfiction so please don't be to judgey I don't mind constructive criticisms but please no rude comments in the comment section. Have a good day!

[musubiki]

What kind of drunk would each of the guild members be? I’m hiding from one of my friends right now cause they’re really chatty so I’m wondering if any one is like that when the guild is like that

LMFAO!!!! IM SORRY YOU GOTTA HIDE FROM THEM!!!!!!!

lemme see...,. first this is obviously all post-timeskip because thats when theyre old enough to actually drink!! coco is the only angry drunk in the group. she gets drunk and starts yelling about all her problems (she doesnt have that many...things like "how come somtimes you (taffy) only give me one kiss when you get back huh?!" grabbing his shirt collar and shaking him

taffy is sadly the tired drunk. he gets even more tired than he usually is, and immediately starts nodding off. hes the one you gotta drag his ass home because he cant stay awake for more than 2 seconds

oscar is usually the happy kind!! and the adventurous kind!! youd lose him and then 10 seconds later find him dancing on the bar counter with some girl he just met!! also the insufferable kind that doesnt want to leave the bar/party and keeps escaping and doing shots every time you look away

lime is a loud drunk. not necessarily chatty, but loud. everything he says hes yelling over everyone and being dramatic. unless you put him next to mochi, in which he turns into the touchy "lets go to the storage room real quick-" kind of drunk with her that requires fending off with a stick and constantly slapping his hands away (if "drunk actions are sober thoughts" was a person) (this version of lime is only really shown when hes with the guild because he doesnt trust his m34th coworkers enough to get drunk around them.)

mochi...im not sure...she might be that one friend who is usually the sober one that ordered a strawberry smoothie or something and is responsible for getting everyone else home safe (somehow i cant see pom being okay with miss cat witch willingly getting drunk and not being in her right mind). i think she would only be able to get drunk if they were at home, and lime says something like "Here how about this, you drink all you want and ill be the sober one this time alright? Im not gonna let anything happen so just enjoy yourself."

anyway that being said......i think she would be on the quieter side and very wobbly. ALSO not too dissimilar from lime in the sense that she gets very affectionate with him... the entire time shes out of it she has some kind of physical contact with him...holding onto his sleeve so she doesnt fall over, leaning on his arm, SOMETHING, meanwhile lime trying to be as responsible and respectful as possible and keep in mind "No, thats wrong, shes drunk--" when she starts getting more and more touchy and he needs to DIG DEEP to find that inner strength

[vanillaxoshi]

Hi ! Xoshi .

I know I have written some au's Solfang scenarios but I don't have any idea about Royalty au .

Because I don't really know how Royal au Cahaya characteristics so I never have imagined it.

I only know you mentioned Fang meet Cahaya in the light section because that's the section that Cahaya is in charge .

Can you fill me in what kind characteristics that Royal au Cahaya have?

right you sent me one ask asking bout this😅

well i didnt really answer it at first cuz i didnt know what to put in since i was planning on diving into that once i get into revealing/showing more info of the royalty au ver of the septuplets

but you could say hes stressed a bunch and he doesnt really like interacting with his people much because his own people dont really trust him. So yeah, he doesnt go out much to his section. (he mostly goes to the other sections mostly to be with his brothers but yeah he doesnt really like his section bc of the people)

he tries his hardest to make them want to trust them but it could get tiring somtimes especially if there are people who overthink/overanalyze and twist his words

im thinking how fang and cahaya met is Fang fully trying out his work by making a different shadow creature this time(the dragon) which kinda got him blast off the techno section and washed up in the light section, it just so happens Cahaya was there reminiscing, saw i guy unconscious on the shore and well he's still nice. hes gonna be worried duh. Revived the dude, Fang just passed out again and Cahaya had no choice but bring him to his palace and yeah.

[tansyuduri]

To apsolutly no ones supprise I am writing another hurt/comfort fic

based on a random post I saw and was like hey can I write this. I just finished the backstory. So at the comfort part.

Somtimes I worry if people will get tired of these, But I'm wondering a lot of things and in a spraial again that is mind throwing a fit because I biked inside instead of walking outside too many days in a row for reasons. (or just one of the usual my writing sucks fits that alternate with time's where I'm like MY WRITING IS SO GOOD then two days later like ;L'jksald;;lkdf;lsdkfsd NOOOOOOO Writing bad. THEN a few days after THAT OMG WRITING GOOD) I will probably work on that on AU and some longfics again soon. BUT I WANTED TO DO THAT IDEA. And ya know what I'm not tired of them so yeah.

[havenmoo]

Kinda sorta sad that Tumblr is dead as a door nail. Oh, well. I suppose the upside is that there probably won't anyone around to bother you.

Hm, what else. I've been thinking a lot about how you shouldn't make one single person the main focus of your life (the exception being you have a baby or small child to tend to). It can lead to you idolizing that person, and they'll take over your life. You'll disappear. There will be no you anymore. You'll be a husk and a puppet.

It's good to seal your lips around certain people, too. You can't tell just anyone anything. Why should we? What makes some people think they're entitled to personal information? If we don't have a meaningful bond, you just sound nosey. I do nothing on the surface. I don't like shallow relationships. On the other hand, who says everyone wants to know things about you? You can't just make that assumption. Life would be easier on all of us if people learned to be more selective.

I don't enjoy being curt with anyone, but somtimes, the occasion calls for it. Some people refuse to take a hint and love forcing their company. Like, back the fuck off, please and thank you. I tend to attract people who become obessive and possessive of me. This isn't flattering. I want people to be themselves and have their own life. Only I can be me. Don't emulate others. You can't do it. Also, being possessive is bad for both of us. It prevents both of us from really living. So, stop it.

One last thing. I'm very, extremely tired of victim/grievence/coddle culture. It's making people ill. It's enslaving people because they're overanalying their every movment and every little thing they say so they don't get labeled as an evil monster. Many people are so quick to demonize others and see evil where it isn't it. Ugh...this sometimes makes me want to stay indoors every day, but then again, I'm no coward and I know who I am. I'm free to do what I like. I don't go out of my way to bother anyone, however I won't walk on eggshells for anyone either. Grow up and stop seeing offense everywhere.

Anyway, learn to love life. We're only here for a short time. May as well wring as much joy out of it while you can.