#and I’m so sleepy Al’s

[tangledinink]

BE SO SAD ON MAIN BE SUPER DUPER SAD ON MAIN BC YOU DESERVE TO LET YOUR FEELINGS OUT!

Well if you insist 💖

I wanna go to sleep but I can already tell ima have a spooky dream if I do so I’m just like :((( sad.

[kippyzzworld]

dyeing my hair makes the gender dysphoria go away…

i love my little radio

also some aled drawings and an unfinished UC drawing

[vaquerolvr]

Road trip! Reader is Passenger Princess (due to them giving their man a heart attack everytime they drive 😊)

i am Still Suffering on my road trip. god save me. i wrote this in my notes app while stuck in traffic for three hours. the formatting and spelling are in the hands of Our Merciful Lord (tumblr)

price

refuses to let anyone else drive unless he’s on the verge of passing out

(probably the only one you can trust to drive tbh)

does the dad thing where he’ll stick out his hand to get some of your snacks

hates stopping for any reason, wants to get to the destination as quickly as possible

when he does get forced to take a break, he’s very upset about it

backseat driver, stresses everyone out

(gaz is tempted to tape his mouth shut)

claims he “isn’t tired” and “can keep going” but is the first one to pass out when you stop at a hotel

gaz

passenger princess

if you try to get him to drive he’ll pretend to be sleepy

in charge of the music

(not because everyone likes his music but because he fought soap for the right)

hogs the phone charger

calls shotgun and will fistfight anyone he tries to take it from him

(he’ll let you have it if you want but he’ll be pouty about it)

ghost

another passenger princess (because no one trusts his driving)

the single time he’s allowed to drive, he nearly causes an accident ten minutes in

weakest bladder known to man

forces you to stop every hour

passes out after the first hour of driving

soap wakes him up when his snoring gets too loud and it causes another bout of smacking each other

takes photos of anything cool he spots on the road

(they all come out blurry but it’s the thought that counts)

soap

the only other one that price trusts to drive

decent driver, just has road rage at times

begs gaz to let him change the music (gaz always says no)

points out the scenery constantly

“look, there’s cows!”

collects souvenirs from every gas station you stop at

plays road trip games (i spy, slug bug/punch buggy/whatever you call it)

he and ghost get in trouble when it devolves into them just hitting each other

has a stash of snacks and drinks that he’ll share if you ask nicely

is awake and yapping the entire drive

(gaz actually does tape his mouth shut)

alejandro

the exact opposite of price

likes to take his time and relax

will somehow turn a 10 hour drive into 15 hours

wants to stop at every roadside attraction he sees

you have to keep reminding him that you have somewhere to be or he’ll get lost on a side quest

souvenir guy, buys magnets and keychains

has cds that he likes to listen to

very chill but you might get stressed if you’re on a deadline

is insistent on being the driver but gets traumatized when he runs over a squirrel

“ale, it wasn’t your fault. it was dark, you couldn’t see-“

“I’M A MURDERER”

rudy

probably the best person to plan a road trip with

isn’t a maniac like price but isn’t as laidback as alejandro

likes to listen to random radio stations as he drives

is really bad about speeding

regularly goes at least 15-20 over the speed limit but is lucky enough to never get pulled over

uses road trips as an excuse to only eat junk food then regrets it when his stomach starts hurting

needs a day or two to recover afterwards because his back hurts from sitting for so long

graves

scarily organized

has an itinerary and follows it to the letter

wouldn’t let you drive even if you begged

if he gets tired he’ll just get one of the shadows to take over

honestly, most of the trip consists of the shadows entertaining you with their antics while graves drives

one of them gets left behind at a gas station and you have to drive back half an hour to pick him up. graves is pissed

makarov

do NOT try to take this man on a road trip

if you mention it, he’ll have plane tickets booked before you can even blink

cannot handle long drives, the most he can manage is an hour before he starts getting annoyed

keegan

the most stressful but also the most entertaining

demands control of the music but plays the weirdest shit

not the best driver but not the worst

he won’t crash at least and he’ll only get pulled over a few times

says the most out of pocket shit to get a reaction from you

“how long do you think i can drive with my eyes closed?”

“KEEGAN NO-“

keegan has been banished to the passenger’s seat.

nikolai

another guy who is good at road trips

great driver, you can sleep the whole ride and he won’t gaf

it’s kind of terrifying. you’ll wake up from another nap to find him staring dead-eyed at the road as he drives

secretly shoplifts something from every place you stop at

doesn’t admit it until you accidentally find his stash hidden in one of the bags

“solnishko, you must understand. i need it.”

“you do not need a keychain of a frog with a cowboy hat, nik!”

nikolai is now wanted for theft in every US state (and several countries)

[venusalexian]

solet • official little sister

barça femení x teen!reader, alexia putellas x teen!reader

in which you are a very sleepy teen, and Alexia is not the best at communicating

other solet stories

“Hey, Ale! Anything you need us to bring over to yours for tonight?” asks Irene as they move to the locker room after their gym session.

“Huh, for what?” Alexia is only half-listening. She had opened her phone to find your usual daily update in the new family group chat.

At first, you had insisted on having a group chat with Ale and your grandparents so you wouldn’t have to worry about making sure you shared everything necessary with them one by one. Over time, you started using it just to send daily compilations to your grandparents on weekdays and to Ale on weekends when you switched houses.

When Olga found out, she had pouted at Ale and sheepishly asked if she could be in it too, especially for the weeks in which she had to be out travelling. You added her happily, not having thought that she’d want to be in it, still a bit unsure of your dynamic. You had felt warmth at her insistence on being involved in your life. Ale was the happiest about it. Then, during your second or third dinner with Ale’s family, Eli and Alba find out about it and demand to be included. You couldn’t believe how much your circle had expanded in just a few weeks.

[pictures of you with friends and teammates] good day over here! classes were fine and the math exam went well (i think, i hope). lunch was… okay. they could do better :( and training was great! and now i’m getting a snack with the girls before getting the train to ale’s and napping because i’m sooooo tired. hope everyone had a good day too!

Alexia loves these updates and instinctively smiles while looking at the pictures and reading the paragraph with your high-pitched teen voice.

“Ale!” Irene snaps her fingers in front of her face. “For team bonding, it’s at yours tonight.”

Alexia blanches. Right. Tema bonding. At her house. She had agreed to it weeks ago, a weekend in which both Olga and Alba were out of town feeling like the best time to host the craziness of her teammates on a Thursday night.

But that was before. Before a teenager moved into her house. Before her days began to be filled with school notes, teenage drama, and syncing schedules to as much as possible be present for your games and events. Team bonding was not in that schedule.

Most importantly, the team didn’t exactly know yet. She hadn’t meant to keep it a secret. But she wanted things to be calm at the beginning, and not face any input from outside your families about the situation. She wanted you to get comfortable without external judgment. So while the team knew who you were by now, after relentless teasing from the younger players who you were closer to, they didn’t know all of the new developments.

”Um, so… I completely forgot about it. Could we, um, reschedule?”

”No, Ale. C’mon. We have a full schedule for the next four weeks starting this weekend. We need this now for team morale before the upcoming crucial games.”

Irene is right, but Alexia is still reluctant to let go of the protective bubble your life had become.

”Besides, I know you don’t have anything better to do because both your girlfriend and your sister are out of town.”

“Hey! I could have other plans, I have friends, you know.”

”You could, but you don’t. You can’t just back out because you’re tired and the kids are a handful. It’s your turn to suffer through their destructive tendencies while playing videogames.”

“Hey, we aren’t that bad!” Vicky responds to the teasing.

”You scared Bagheera with your yelling so much he did not come out from under the couch until the next day.”

“Slander! Exaggeration!” Jana, Vicky, and Pina continue to defend themselves.

“Okay, okay. Let's get back on track.” Irene exclaims to quiet the locker room. “So in a couple of hours, at your house. Yes, Ale?”

Alexia is distracted again by a new message in the group chat.

[picture of you in comfy sweats, eyes half closed, resting on your bed] home safe. nap time

She is only half-aware of her answer.

“Mmmh, Yes, of course.”

”Great! See you soon Capi!”

Alexia only realizes too late that she has ended up agreeing to hosting the team bonding night. Now she has to prepare for an interrogation. Great.

By the time Alexia gets home, you are still napping in your new room. You look so peaceful, and Alexia knows you have been very busy and tired this week with training and exams. She can’t wake you up now, just to potentially make you more anxious, so she decides to let you sleep and rest. There are still a couple of hours before they come around, either way. There’s time.

She’s wrong.

Before she realizes how much time has gone by, her teammates are already knocking at her door. You are still asleep, and now it’s too late to warn you about it. She sends you a text, hoping that it is enough and that you will see it when you wake up from your nap.

She’s wrong again.

You don’t look at your phone when you wake up. Instead, you come out sluggishly, rubbing your eyes, and walk towards Ale, who is leaning in the doorframe of the hallway that hosts your bedrooms. Your half-asleep brain is ignorant of everything and everyone around the house. On autopilot, you lean completely against Ale and hide your face from the light by smushing it against her shoulder. She rights herself and slides her arms around you into a hug, pulling you more firmly against her chest. This motion is still so new, but is slowly becoming second-nature for you both.

“Hey, solet, good nap?”

“Mmmh.” You press your face harder against her shoulder, not really ready to talk yet, with sleep still clouding your mind.

Ale lowers her arms to let you go, but you whine discontentedly.

“Okay, okay.” She hugs you again, presses her smile and a kiss to your head.

As you slowly come to lucidity,  you realise the context that you have walked into. You turn your head and see over twenty faces staring at you, in shock. And then the team’s questions start, all at the same time. You shriek, wide-eyed and definitely awake now, and run back to your room.

You can hear Ale quieting her teammates and then walking to your room, even though you’ve flopped face-down into your bed with a pillow over your head.

“Hey, solet. All good?” You just grunt in response.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you beforehand. I texted you, hoping you’d see it when you woke up.” You don’t have to glance at her to know she’s wincing. You still don’t uncover your face.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to let you sleep, you’ve been so busy and tired this week.” You peek a bit from your hiding place. Ale still has a sheepish smile.

“It’s okay. It’s your house.” You mumble against the comforter, still not willing to fully come out, but looking at Ale from the side. “Hey, no, that is not what I meant.” Ale frowns. “This is also your space, and it wasn’t right for me to not give you proper notice before they came in. I’m so sorry, solet.”

You remove the pillow from your head entirely now. You really don’t wanna make her feel guilty. Yes, she should have told you, but it wasn’t that bad. There’s still something nagging at the back of your mind, though.

“Are you mad?” You whisper it, scared of the answer. “That they know about this?”

This, you living there, Ale’s increasingly important role in your life, your newfound dependency on her, well, maternal comfort and involvement.

“No. No, solet.” She looks so sad at your question, at your hesitation and evident insecurity. “I did want you not to have to deal with too many people during such a change, but I am happy that they know now. This is special to me, and I’m so excited for them to get to know you more like I have.” Her smile is back to that open, soft expression she tends to have with you. It reassures you just as much as her words.

“Okay. Thank you for apologizing.” You mirror her smile. “Hug?” You turn around and throw your hands out towards her. She doesn’t hesitate to comply.

“So, what’s going on and why’s everyone here?” You ask without pulling away, Ale is playing with your hair, and nothing calms you more than this action.

“It’s team bonding night. I forgot I had volunteered for it a while ago, before you moved in, so it had completely skipped my mind until Irene reminded me at training. I couldn’t say no then. It’s very relaxed, though. We’re just chatting, and the younger ones are setting up their video games on our TV as we speak. You can join us if and when you want. Or I can wrap it up entirely now, I don’t think they’d push against it much now, considering the situation. And if you do join us, I’ll make sure they don’t accost you with an interrogation. It’s all on your terms, vale?”

You pull back a bit from the hug.

“Don’t call it off, it’s okay. I will join you. I mean, they’re your teammates and our friends, right? They should get used to this.” Ale beams at your smirk and new confidence.

“Perfect! Take your time, solet.”

“Yeah, thanks Ale.”

“Oh, and pizza will be here soon.”

You jump out of bed excitedly.

“Pizza! You should have led with that. Come on, let’s go Ale! Let’s go!”

“I should have known the promise of pizza would immediately change your mood.” Ale laughs at your eagerness.

“Pizza is life, Ale.”

“Pizza is pizza, solet.”

Ale also gets up from your bed.

“I’m gonna go and answer some of their questions, and then I’ll make sure they don’t bother you. Don’t feel pressured to come out immediately. You can also just grab pizza and watch a movie in your room or something. Whatever you need, yeah?”

“Yes, Ale. But I promise I’m good now; it was a bit of a shock, but I’m okay. I’ll be right behind you; just let me put something on that is a bit more presentable.”

“Okay, good. I want them to get to know you better.” There it is again, the soft smile that warms you.

She takes her leave, but you stop her one last time as she’s crossing the threshold of your room.

“Oh, and Ale?”

“Yeah?”

“I might have texted Eli and Olga when I was upset right after running into my room.”

Ale groans; she knows her phone must be exploding with another interrogation.

When you come out about fifteen minutes later, there is no dramatic shock. The girls don’t question Ale’s squeeze of your arm as you pass by her and grab a couple of slices from the kitchen. Or her smile and head-shaking as you wolf the slices down before making your way to the couch, where the younger players have finished setting up the console. You’re sheepish as you approach, unsure if they’ll be upset at being left in the dark, especially the ones that still share a locker room with you in the B team.

You have nothing to worry about, though.

Sydney and Vicky just pat the spot between them on the floor that has been covered by pillows, and Jana pushes your shoulders back, making you rest your back on her legs as she sits behind you on the couch. Vicky, Pina, Esmee and Cata are all playing right now, and you join easily in their trash-talking and play-fighting. The controllers are passed around round after round, and you even manage to win a couple of games, which makes you grin and gloat as they tease you. Eventually, the older players join you in the chairs and seats around the couch, and you switch the video games to the men’s game.

You rest more firmly against Jana, who has also started to play with your hair and massage your scalp. The calming motion, the light commentary, and the warm, familiar atmosphere lull you to sleep again, as the taxing week has made you need to catch up on your sleep.

Alexia notices as the game enters overtime. The older players around her grin at how she melts and smiles softly as she sees you so relaxed. Despite her constant public pushback at being deemed maternal to younger players, their friend has truly assumed the role in your life, even if both of you are still hesitant to speak it out loud.

She wakes you up by gently shaking you as the rest of the players slightly clean up the living room from the mess it has become.

“Come on, solet, bedtime for you.”

You should feel self-conscious about the older girls seeing you like this, but sleepiness is once again preventing your awkwardness from jumping out.

“Mmmh, yes, Ale. Night.” You close your eyes again while resting against the couch.

“No, silly, to your room.”

“Too far.”

“Solet you can’t sleep on the floor.”

“Yes, I can, I was just doing so.” You can faintly hear snickering in the back, but you’re not awake enough to care.

Ale doesn’t refute you this time. Instead, you just feel her grab your back and legs to lift you. Your head drops to her shoulder, and your body relaxes further in her hold. She carries you to your bed and tucks you in. Tomorrow, you’ll blush bright red at being told about this scene from Sydney, but today you are too tired and content to do anything but burrow further into your bed and sleepily thank Ale.

You’re also too asleep to hear the scene on the other side of your bedroom door.

Ale softly closes your door and turns around to finish tidying and making sure everyone has a safe way home. But when she reenters the living room, all her teammates are just staring at her with the broadest smirks. She should have seen this coming. She’s ushering them out of the door as they hound her with cheeky questions.

“So… we have an official little sister?

“No.”

“Will you be carrying me like that, too, if I fall asleep on the plane?”

“You’re all adults.”

“Can we call you mom now?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Can we call her our baby?”

“She’ll decide that.”

Irene lingers by the door and waits for everyone else to leave ahead. Before closing the door behind her, she turns around to Alexia one last time. 

“You know, it suits you. And you’ll do well, you’ll be good for her, don’t doubt it.”

Alexia really appreciates her words, as a friend and as a mother. She’s probably the person she’s had a more challenging time not discussing her new life with. She just nods, and knows that’s enough for them to understand each other. But Irene doesn’t leave without one last dig.

“Can’t believe you have a kid that’s older than mine, though.”

Alexia doesn’t correct her, there are no false pretenses with Irene, she knows. 

~~~~~

an:

thank you for reading!

sorry again for taking so long to update, the past month was crazy.

you can check my masterlist for the couple of wips I’ve already planned but I’ll also be super happy to receive requests and asks about it, or any other universes you’d like to see from me :))

other solet stories

xoxo, a.c.

[jinkiezzsstuff]

At First Sight PT2

Alastor x doe!reader

PART ONE PART 3

this is a short part 2 to a request, tbh i didn’t think about continuing it before so i struggled a bit and it’s quite short! i’m so sorry gang ;-; i hope it satiates yall if not lemme know what i can cook up for you

Warnings: love sick alastor + reader, ooc alastor, mates/soulmate trope, mentions of reproduction and pregnancy (dw yall i didn’t do the no no there is no pregnancy it’s just mentioned bc it supposed to be gn), short short, swearing, not proof read, hmmmm i think that’s it lmk whatcha think

wee little taglist for the people who asked kiss kiss: @fairyv-ice @chirimeimei

Tucked underneath Alastors chin you laid comfortably alongside him in bed. You’d been awake awhile now tail thumping softly behind you as you watched the demon sleep his smiled soft and barely showing. He laid in pyjama bottoms only chest bare and on display for you. You absentmindedly traced the scars along his torso feeling him respond with goosebumps every now and again.

“Goodmorning my doe,” Alastors voice rang out, killing the silence. It was shocking to hear his static gone and his regular voice out on display, dripped in sleepy sultry. “Good morning my buck.” You reply sickeningly sweet while crawling up to lean over his face, his eyes were lidded now gazing at you with a loving look in his eyes.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked playing with the stray hair that swept across his face. “Indeed darling very well. I should be good for several days.” He chirped happily, ears flicking. “We should head down, i need to talk to Charlie.” You say with a grimace.

Last night when Charlie caught you and Al, you felt guilty, you knew Charlie was a sweetheart but you practically abandoned her all day for Alastor, then scared her silly with a deal and sex! Groaning you grab your head while Alastor stood. With a snap of his fingers the two of you were dressed, and that did take a load of stress of you. “Come now my doe, I’ll be there the whole time, no shame and if there is we’ll be ashamed together!”

Alastor seemed pretty bright in his exclamation holding his arm out to you. Obviously you trusted Al you gave yourself and soul to him and only him just last night. So while attached at the arm the two of you trotted downstairs.

Arriving downstairs interlocked you were both greeted by all the patrons already in the living area next to the bar. Charlie was the first to make a noise gasping, meanwhile Angel was practically vibrating in his seat. Just as Angel was about to talk Vaggie interrupted. “You made a fucking deal!?” Screamed the fallen angel, hands thrown behind her as the rest of her body lurched forward. Frowning you bit your lip, of course this was gonna be an awkward conversation with Charlie, but with the whole hotel listening. Even worse!

“Neva mind that Vagina! Let’s talk about the real stuff. How big? Seven? Eight? Twelve?! Ouch-“ Vaggie knocked Angel over the head with the back of her spear. “Yikes alright, twelve is greedy…. ten?” Angel whispered cackling at Vaggie who growled at her. Alastor, obviously unhappy, began to crackle with static, black shadows oozing out from the floor and encompassing the room slowly.

At the sight of Alastor’s figure demonically stretching the room fell silent, you only gazed up at the deer slightly aroused by his stature and the way his antlers screwed out like branches. “You’re quite the sight.” You say dreamily, barely even noticing you spoke to begin with, Alastor’s head cracked down to you. Coming back to himself Alastor hummed out adoringly, petting your head but wanting to kiss you, unfortunately that was a step too far for him right now.

“Uhm anyway, YN, can you please tell me about the deal?” Charlie begged worry on her face as she looked to you and Alastor. You felt the guilt crawl at you again. “I… well I’m not sure why but there’s just this pull i have to Alastor, he asked me to be his i said yes i…” You veered off feeling too embarrassed by all the eyes, thankfully Alastor pulled you in theatrically waving his microphone around, taking the attention off you.

“Well this lovely doe was just made for me you see? I’m perfectly capable of protecting such a divine creature and though I don't doubt your ability, princess I'd feel a lot more comfortable being the one to do so.” Alastor fired off sounding like a proper radio host as he did so. Charlie looked confused but then perked up happily.

“This is thee perfect redeeming quality Alastor, love is so pure! This is great!” As Charlie felt giddy, Vaggie felt suspicious eyeing the red demon. “So what did you even sell- what was the deal?” You hummed tapping your finger to your lip; well you didn’t know, just that you gave yourself to him.

Looking up to Alastor for help here he happily obliged. “Worry not you angry little woman,” Alastor replied, pinching Vaggies cheek, her angrily pushing him off. “The contract was nothing greater than marriage.” The entire room, yourself included, was surprised at this. You knew this was a soul binding contract, but for him to make that connection on his own was well to you sweet as ever. Your tail flicked happily behind you as you looked to Alastor who returned to your side.

Charlie was as equally as happy as you were, but Vaggie and Husk kept within the same boat of apprehension. “Why so suddenly?” Asked Vaggie again, but Alastor shrugged her off. “I’m unsure dear, just that i couldn’t resist this little doe. Like fate.” Alastor pondered meanwhile you briefly seethed at Alastor for referring to Vaggie as dear.

“Maybe it’s like some soulmate bullshit between deer?” Angel pipped up, putting in his required two cents. Husk groaned at that, but Charlie squeaked jumping up. “That is totally possible! It happened with my dad! Well, y’know in the beginning.” Charlie chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear. Alastor shook his head rapidly a soft laugh echoing out of him.

“No way dear, how is that possible?” He mocked bopping Charlie atop the head with his mic, you again weren’t happy hearing him call another demon dear, but you let it fly. “Well you both are deer, could it be instinctual?” Charlie reasoned her pitch, giving away her uncertainty.

You hummed looking up towards Alastor to see him already looking down to you. “I think Alastor and I would need to talk about it privately before we have a group conversation about it. It’s kinda of embarrassing.” You admit already tired of the discussion. Charlie however didn’t like the idea of not having an answer, so with a plan in mind she turned to Vaggie. “Vaggie can you take them to the library, maybe look some stuff up online? We need to figure this out.” Charlie asked giving Vaggie a look that conveyed this was more of a do this rather than a can you do this.

Nodding her head Vaggie looked at you, who looked at Alastor. Alastor shrugged and muttered he didn’t see the issue, so long as you were safe. So you and Vaggie headed off, meanwhile Charlie calmly asked to speak with Alastor in private.

Alone in Alastor’s radio tower, Charlie sat on one side of the broadcasting table while Alastor sat behind it, tunes playing out of him. “So Al,” Charlie started breathing out a deep breath. “Can you please tell me what’s going on with the deal, listen i can’t have them get hurt! I’ll even make a deal.” Charlie said sadly gazing off, she didn’t want to make a deal, but she would.

Alastor watched her, and pitied her odd behaviour. Resting his chin on his hand Alastor sat quietly for a moment, Charlie waiting with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. “It was nothing malicious that i can assure you. Although, i’m not sure what happened between them and myself, I felt pretty agressive in my feelings to protect them. Of course that private moment between us should’ve stayed private,” Alastors words were stern as he glared down at Charlie who shrunk bashfully in her seat.

“But suppose since you know i will confess in that moment of intensity, i did the only thing I knew how to do to my dear. I’m not particularly good with emotions, and so I simply ensured I’d have them with a deal.” Tapping his nails on the desk Alastor kept his composure but inside he was scolding himself for even letting that much truth out. Charlie seemed to like the sound of that though, nodding her head in agreement.

“So you won’t, and you don’t have any plans to hurt them?” Alastors ears pinned back subconsciously, he didn’t enjoy being accused of cruelty when it came to you, and he didn’t know he could be any more truthful. “My dear i swear, on my mother, not a hair on their pretty doe head, will ever be hurt by me.” Holding his right hand up, head high Alastor watched as Charlie eased into a smile. Nodding at him.

Rejoining the crew downstairs Alastor and Charlie were shocked to see you and Vaggie had returned. “How come you guys are back so quick?” Vaggie turned at the sound of Charlie’s voice, eyes bugged slightly. “Yeah you won’t believe what we found.” Vaggie said handing Charlie a book about demons and mating. Charlie didn’t seem too keen on the book ‘uhs’ immediately falling from her mouth.

You stepped up, opening the book to the checked marked place. “It’s species dependent on how mating affects someone, in this case Doe’s are more of a rarity in hell meaning it was an instinct for the two of us to kinda ‘mate’ or ‘bond’ to one another, as if we had to worry about going extinct.” You scoffed watching as Charlie glazed over the words while listening to you. “Weird. It must be because you’re a hellborn and an angel, so technically you can reproduce.”

A record scratch sounded out from Alastor, the lot of you looking towards his stiff figure. “Don’t worry Al, we’re pretty sure you’re still unable to.” Charlie hushed to him, before giving you a look that told you, she didn’t really know that to be true. You weren’t worried though, almost a hundred percent certain that he would not be able to have children. “Welp, at least now we know that’s a thing,” Angel sighed from the background, Vaggie glaring at him.

Pulling you into his side Alastor grinned his poise returned. “Look at us figuring stuff out why wasn’t this just the teamwork we all needed, good job.” Alastor applauded slightly condescending, but Charlie was happy with it nonetheless giving two thumbs up to you and Alastor.

[sweetshuga]

「 ✦ 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒔𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕’𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 ✦ 」

You stood in front of Matt – who sat on the chair in front of the desk you always sat at to do your make up – and your hands gently tilted his face until he was looking directly at you, a soft cotton pad doused in your favourite tonic gently dabbed against his skin. His eyes closed as he let out a small sigh of contentment.

"That feels good." He hummed, hands resting on his lap as he let you wipe his face with the cotton pad. "Mhm, your hair is in the way though, hold on." You leaned forward and fished out a cute pink hair clip from one of the drawers under the desk and clipped the front of his hair to the top of his head, chuckling at the small bump of hair that formed on the top of his head.

"You look so pretty." You cooed teasingly as you resumed what you were doing. "Shut uup." Matt groaned, opening his eyes to mock glare at you. However, his annoyance dissipated as quickly as it appeared and the groan dissolved into a soft chuckle, a small smile plastering on his face as he closed his eyes again.

You put the cotton pad aside on the desk and picked up the small bottle of serum and applied three drops to his face—one on his forehead and one on each cheek. Your brows furrowed slightly in concentration as your fingers patted his skin, soaking the serum in.

"Mm... I’m getting sleepy," Matt mumbled before continuing in a more playful tone, "You should do this more often, feels really good." He smiled, eyes still closed and sitting perfectly still for you to keep applying skincare without any disturbance.

You took the roll on eye serum next and gently rolled the tip over his lower eyelid, repeating the same on his other eye.

Matt laughed when you started to fan his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement as he opened them to look at you. "What are you doing?" He questioned, barely suppressing his giggles. "Uh, drying your face?" He laughed again at your reply, finding it oddly amusing.

You rolled your eyes, trying to look annoyed despite the smile that was forming on your lips. "Okay, laugh it up geez." You grumbled, trying to look annoyed as you took the tube of moisturizer and squeezed a blob on your fingertips before applying to his face—patting it all in.

"Al-right," you gently patted his face one last time before stepping back. "All done!" You exclaimed, putting away the skincare – scattered all around your desk – back in their places.

"Aren’t you forgetting something?" He grinned before pouting playfully, barely holding back from laughing out loud, his shoulders trembling with suppressed giggles. "What about my lips? Are you gonna leave it all dry?" He teased, a small laugh finally escaping him when he saw your eye roll.

"Here, you can apply it yourself big baby." You handed him a lip balm, the frosted mint one from space camp—which Matt recognized immediately, chuckling as he applied some onto his lips.

You and Matt changed into more comfortable and loose clothing and got in bed, ready to binge watch some movies since it was the weekend. A comfortable silence filled the room – only broken by the sounds from the movie playing on your laptop.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | ��𝒄 – 𝟓𝟔𝟏 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

⋆˚࿔ 𝒊𝒔𝒂’𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ This is js something fluffy in the midst of, well, everything. I’m not used to writing fluff and the ending was so rushed ’cause I didn’t know what else to write lol. Anyway, love and appreciate you all so so so much<333

[muffinpink02]

Early Riser

Alexia wakes up early and she only one thing on her mind.

I don't know if I'm in love with this, let me know what you think.

@lucyandalexiafan Thank you for helping me girly 🫶

Warning - Smut 18

You're confused as you’re pulled from your sleep. Your eyes slowly open in a disoriented daze, your vision tries to adjust to the dark room. You could tell from the dim light outside that it was still early morning, though it wasn't your alarm that woke you from your deep slumbers.

Your blurry eyes blinked a little more, your brain was trying hard to function as it was still slowly waking up, that's when you could feel the gentle lips on your bare back as you slowly woke from your sleepy haze. You couldn’t stop the groan that escaped your lips from tiredness but also the familiar touch of her. 

Loose blonde hair tickled your naked back as Alexia lathered your skin in slow, hot kisses, her breath brought goosebumps to the bottom of your back, trickling the top of your neck. You could feel yourself slowly waking up, though you were still finding it hard to move your sleepy body.

Her delicate fingers traced ticklish patterns on your skin, moving down from your neck to below your arse cheeks. A moment like this would normally help you to sleep, but the feeling of her fingers edging closer to your lips made your clit wake up even before your brain could.

Alexia could tell you were awake, smiling against your skin as you let out a low moan. She moved up to your neck, pushing your messy bed hair from your face. You was on your front, your arms under your pillow, the way you always slept

“Good morning, bebé. Et necessito.” She murmured as she inhaled your neck, her nose sweetly nuzzling your skin.

You smiled sleepily into your pillow. You loved Alexia when she was like this, she was so needy, so impatient and completely enamoured by you. 

Every now and again Alexia liked to surprise you with early morning sex. You weren't sure what it was that made the Spainird want you as you slept, it was as if something came over her, it almost felt animalistic, like she just couldn't control herself, not that you had any complaints. 

“You have me, baby. I’m all yours.” You whispered as you slightly stretched, unintentionally bearing more of your naked skin to the girl as the covers moved with you.

Your rough morning voice only made Alexia's want for you to grow. You heard a faint groan from her as her soft kisses started to become small bites. 

“You’re all mine.” 

“Fuck, Ale.” You gasped as one of her bites sunk into your skin.

You could feel your cunt starting to throb, even in your tiredness the need for Alexia was already taking over. Her hand in your hair moved to your neck, pulling you closer to her mouth. You didn't have any time to worry about morning breath as she easily slipped her tongue between your sleepy puffy lips, forcing her way inside, causing you to gasp against her mouth. She gently sunk her teeth into your swollen lips, smirking wickedly when she heard you whimper.

You stayed like this for a while, just kissing, lips and tongues moving against each other, wet smacking noises made between the pair of you. Alexia stole your breath with each kiss, hardly allowing you time for air, it made you gasp desperately any time you could. Your head was spinning, for the need of oxygen or the need for her, you wouldn't know.

You felt her move around you, her large hand easily moving your body to lay on your side, your back to her chest. 

“Open your legs for me.” Her morning voice dripped into your ear.

You easily opened your legs. Then you felt it.

She was wearing her strap, your moan caught in your throat as her fingers traced your thighs. You naturally moved your arse back, begging her to use it. You instantly felt your cheeks flush red as you heard her low chuckle behind you, clearly finding it amusing that you were already so needy for her.

“I love it when you give yourself so easily to me, amor.” 

She bit your ear as she slipped her fingers through your slit. She couldn't hold back the surprised groan as she felt how wet you were for her already, she loved nothing more than how your body reacted to her, always so eager to please her. 

She gently rubbed her long fingers against you, spreading your wetness all over your sensitive flesh. Her lips trailed down your neck as she pressed her chest to your back, you bit your lip as you felt her perky nipples rub against your skin. 

Your body started to heat up, feeling all of these different sensations was a lot, but fuck did it feel good.

Your eyes were still lazy with sleep, but her hot fingers that played between your legs were starting to wake you with every stroke. You shamelessly pressed your hips into her hand chasing her touch, whimpering sleepily.

Fuck she felt amazing. Her talented fingers rubbed at you perfectly, making you moan for her.

“Ale, baby, that feels so good.” You whispered as your hips grinded into her.

Just as you got the perfect rhythm she moved her hand away, bringing her now wet digits to her mouth. That's when you heard her suck greedily on her fingers behind you, moaning at your taste.

“You always taste so good.” She husked as she licked the shell of your ear.

“Ale.” You backed your hips up again.

“Tell me, bebé. What do you want?”

“Anything. You can do anything.” 

Alexia closed her eyes as she stiffened behind you, she inhaled deeply, trying to compose herself as you said the words that always drove her crazy. She was horny before but now she was too far gone, she needed you.

She gathered your wetness on her palm, ignoring your desperate whimpers, she rubbed your natural lube on her strap, smearing your sticky essence along the long plastic. She sat up behind you, pulling your hips up in the air, forcing your body into the doggy position. In your tired state your brain hadn't woken up to keep the position she wanted, earning you a hard slap against your arse cheek. 

You yelped at the pain but it didn't stop her from landing another one against your cunt.

“Mantén-ho allà.” She growled behind you.

You nodded your head in the pillow, wanting so badly for her to take you. Your throbbing pussy was on show for her, even in the dark room she could see how wet you were for her, but it didn't stop her from leaning over and spitting on your lips, adding to your juices. 

You gassped as you felt her warm spit slide down your swollen lips, you felt like her own personal little whore, that was always ready for her to fuck when she felt like it. 

And you were.

You gasped as you felt the head of her strap, teasingly stroking your entrance. Slowly she pushed herself in, letting out her own grunt as she watched you take her so easily.  

The groan that escaped your throat was loud as you felt the plastic pushing against your tight walls, it felt like it was never ending, the slow push of the plastic just kept going and going. That's when you realised, she was wearing the big one. 

Your fingers gripped at the bed sheets, your body was a little more awake but your mind was still in a haze as you pictured Alexia wearing the thick purple strap.

She enters you slowly, feeling every millimetre of the strap opening you up. You moan at the slowness, trying to breath through the size of it. You blindly and sleepily reach out to try to grab her thigh, wanting to feel her, but she takes your hand and places it against your back.

“I’m here.” Her tone is calm, so calm that you can’t help but squeak out a cry when you feel the unexpected hard spank on your arse again.

Your breathing stopped as you felt her push impossibly deeper against your tight walls. Her large hand stroked your back soothingly. But you still gritted your teeth as the girth of her strap stretched you out as she finally bottomed out in you, 

"Give me the other wrist." She orders you.

You blindly put it next to the other one and she binds your wrist together with her one large hand, her tight grip makes your body shiver uncontrollably.

“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me.” She whispered to herself as she eyed your naked form.

You really didn’t, it was mesmerising watching your naked form arching your back with the perfect angle, giving yourself to the girl that you loved. She fucking adored you and you her.

“Will you be my good girl and take me?” She coed behind you.

It was a redundant question, you were already leaking on her strap, completely at her mercy, but you nod in your pillow anyways. “Yes.” You squeak out.

“You are so wet, amor. Letting me in so easily.” She moves her hips slightly, testing the waters. You could hear the lust in her voice, the sheer want. 

Her hips start a slow rhythm behind you, fucking you so deeply, watching as your cheeks gently bounce against her strong thighs. 

“Fuck.” She rasps from behind as her hips start to pick up pace.

“Ale!” You gasped. Your mouth gapes open, as her strap hits the perfect spot inside your walls, pushing and pulling the tight muscles. 

She picks up her pace as your moans start to bounce off the walls. The sound of skin slapping against each other is filthy but it’s music to both your ears. Her small grunts behind you make your head dizzy. 

She moves one of her hands from your wrist to your neck, pushing you down further into your pillow, but not enough to muffle your screams. No, she wants to hear every bit of noise she can force out of you. She uses the new angle to push even deeper inside of you. Her hips are relentless as she watches her thick strap slide in and out and of your very wet, very swollen cunt. 

She’s losing herself as she watches you below her, your high pitched moans drive something in her, making her hips snap quicker, the primal instinct to just fuck you raw takes over her body, the way she’s fucking you is verging on animalistic.

“You’re so loud, bebita. You’re going to wake the neighbours.” She smirks at her own words, not actually giving a rats arse about the neighbours and their sleep schedule. 

Her hand squeezed your neck, but you can’t bring yourself to reply. You can just about breath as she forces the air out of your lungs. 

“My good girl.” She grunts, letting out her own moans as her clit rubs deliciously against your arse. 

Her hips hit yours a few times before she stops.

“On your knees, face the mirror.”

You do as she said, your legs like jelly.

Her large hand gently slots around your neck, her fingers instinctively flex as she feels your pulse flutter under her touch. 

“Please, Ale.” you beg without knowing what you really want.

The blonde pulls you against her chest, making your head lean on her shoulders. You can feel her tight nipples rubbing against your back, you hear the way she moans into your neck from the touch. 

She’s inside you in a second. 

“Alexia!” The sound you let out is fucking loud, if the neighbours didnt know her name before, they do now. Your hands find her immediately, one wrapping the back of her neck, the other on her thigh.

“That's it, baby. Take it. Just take it.” 

And you do. You gladly take what she's giving you. Her whole body’s rocking into you, hitting her clit just right and you get to watch her every move as she takes you so effortlessly.

Her fingers flex around your pipe, squeezing the perfect amount to make your core clench and drip messily around her strap. The strained moan you let out makes Alexia’s eyes roll to the back of her head, she always loved the noises she could pull from you. 

“Look at you, déu meu. You are all mine. Look, cariño, look how good you are.” A surge of possessiveness takes over the blonde as she stares at the reflection in front of her.

The grip on your neck forces your head forward. Even in the dark light you could make out your reflection, you look fucked. Your hair was a mess, your face was still puffy with sleep, your swollen pouty lips look like they've doubled in size. 

A euphoric look takes over your features, as her strong hips rut harder behind you, your mouth hangs open in pleasure, allowing a quivering whimper to escape your lips. Alexia watches the bounce of your breast move from her quick thrust. A sense of pride takes over her at the way your body begins to form a light sheen of sweat as she makes your muscles work, even in its tired state. 

This was Alexia's favourite version of you, completely at her mercy.

“I love you, amor. My good girl.” 

“I-I love y-you.” You try to reply but it's difficult to form words when you have an athlete thrusting an 8 inch strap inside you, forcing space for itself on every stroke. But, it was more difficult when you saw the way her hazel eyes were staring at you, a wave of wetness dribbled down your shaky thighs.

Alexia was well and truly obsessed with you.

She moves your neck back to trail soft kisses down your sweaty neck, her thrust turning to a slower pace.

“I want you on top. I want to see your face properly. I need you so badly, amor. Will you do that for me? Hmm? Please.” She begs in your ear, her whispered words just for you.

Your core tightens almost painfully around her girthy strap, sometimes you were sure you could maybe, just maybe, come from Alexias words alone. 

You nod. “Yes, baby. Anything you want. I’m yours, always.”

That's all she needs to hear before the blondes laying on her back, helping you line up the strap to your dripping core.

The early morning light has become brighter, you can see Alexia's beautiful features clearer now, she takes your breath away as you watch her, watching you take her inch by inch. 

It's a lot, the girth, the length, the tiredness that still wavers though your body, the way she's watching you. Staring at you. 

You're obsessed with her.

Her hands stroke your thighs as you try to breathe through the fullness of her, you close your eyes and allow yourself to relax. A shy smile pulls at the corners of your lips when you feel Alexia’s long fingers intertwined with your own. She’s looking at you with pure want, you can taste it in your shared kisses, you can feel it as she wraps one large hand around your waist, stroking your skin with her thumb.

“You’re so beautiful, amor.” She smiles up at you, that smile that she only saves for you. 

“You are too, Ale. You’re the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on.” You bite your lip as you move your hips, emphasising on your last word. Her smile widens as she feels the movements.

“That's it bebita, don't be shy. I love when you ride me.” 

Your eyelashes flutter when you feel a small roll of her own hips below you. The hand on your waist squeezes you as she gives you another thrust, making you give out a small moan, then another and another. And then she's off.

“Fuck! Ale!” You gasp as you close your eyes, fully feeling the strap push into your core.

You try to breathe again, rolling your own hips with hers, in time to her rhythm shes set. She’s surprisingly slow, gentle even, a far cry from how she was fucking you earlier, the room fills with soft pants between the pair of you, words of love spoken under small moans. 

“Bebé.” She moans between pants. “Make me come. Just like this.”

“Do you like that, baby? Like that?”

You pick up your pace, pushing down a fraction harder as you snake your hips.

Hazel eyes flutter closed as she feels the strap grind against her swollen clit, her hand on your hips squeezes again, urging you to keep going.

Your relationship with Alexia is very 50/50, you share the chores, the driving, the grocery shopping and the bills. It’s balanced, and that also includes your roles for the bedroom. Another delicate balance of giving and taking, pleasing and pleasuring, dominance and submission. 

It's a perfect mix of yin and yang, Alexia is the storm that holds your hair in a ponytail as she rocks her strong hips into your mouth, all while you look up at her with adoration in your wide adoring eyes. 

But, the moment Alexia has you on top of her like this, the girl turns into a whimpering mess. It’s like a light switches on and the Spainard forgets all of her natural dominance, easily becoming a desperate mess. 

And you love it.

You gently rock your hips back and forth, you love the way her bottom lips caught between her teeth as her eyes are watching your movements, mesmerised as you easily move above her.  

Her lips part, the cutest of whimpers escape her puffy lips, you can’t resist leaning forward and capturing her mouth. The moan she lets out vibrates your own lips, sending hot shivers down your spine. 

“Give me your hands.”

Alexia doesn’t argue, or question your request, she never does when she's in this position, more than happy to let you take control. Her large hands eagerly find yours, you can’t help but smile at her willingness. 

You pin her hands beside her head, giving yourself more control. You trail your lips down her neck, your hips never stop moving as you take her strap. Your tongue darts out between your kisses, you instantly taste the salt on her neck, you can't stop yourself as you groan loudly at the tangy taste, making your mouth water from her natural essence. 

Many people would squirm away from such a taste, but not you, theres something about it that drives you fucking crazy. You need more, you greedily trail down her neck, sucking and biting as you take in her flavour that's coating her skin, you can hear and feel the blonde becoming a mess beneath you, but you can't stop. You need her. 

She's becoming restless beneath you as your mouth devours her skin, her breathing picks up to a deep pace. 

“Your mouth.” She groans quietly. “I-I can’t concentrate.” 

It’s exactly what you want to hear, the dam of self control bursting beneath you. She’s losing her resolve, feeling your tongue press against her hot skin, the constant grind of your talented hips on her swollen wet clit. Her hips bucked up with a hard thrust, in turn making you bite down on her neck. You almost feel bad at the pained whimper she makes, but it doesn't stop you from sucking more of her skin into your mouth.

“Sorry, baby.” You mumble against her now red skin, kissing the sting away.

Alexias fingers flex against yours, she can feel her own wetness dripping between her cheeks as you continue to ride her. She can feel her orgasm building, the warm flush rises from the pits of her stomach, right to the tips of her fingers. 

“Look at me, baby.” You purr against her lips. 

Hazel eyes flutter open, her pupils are blown out. 

“I’m close.” 

“Yeah? You wanna come baby?” You press your lips to hers.

“Sí, sí. Please.” 

It's a rare sight for Alexia to beg, so of course you take advantage. 

“I want to hear you beg, baby.” You tease, stealing another kiss from her blown out lips.

Alexia eyes lock with yours, you can see the flicker of hesitation, but with another deep snake of your hips you have her. 

“Please, keep doing that. Merda, yes, just like that!” She pleads.

You tighten your hold on her wrist, grinding down harder on her strap, you can't stop your own groans as her strong hips buck uncontrollably underneath you. Her abs flex hard from each shallow breath she takes, the muscles in her biceps tense as she loses more of herself to you. 

The small frown between her eyebrows deepen, you can tell she's getting closer. So, you lower your mouth to her chest, taking in her erect nipple. 

“Sí! Sí. Don’t stop!” 

We all know now that Alexia’s nipples are her kryptonite.

You suck and grind, lick and roll your hips. You’re using every bit of concentration you have to work the girl as she thrust deeper into you, it’s a hard task, feeling your own climax growing between your legs, but with the way Alexia begs and pleads there's no way you can stop.

“Fuck, Ale.” You groan as you suckle on her strained nipple, trying to lick the spit that escapes your mouth, finding your own mind faltering as her hips keep fucking frantical into you. 

“Just like that, please, please, bebé!” Her mouth hangs open as she feels the last thread of her restraint snaps. 

She breaks as you bring her to her climax.

Her orgasm rushes through every nerve in her body, sparks of pleasure washing and waving through her muscles as her body spasms hard beneath you.

You keep bouncing your hips above her, making sure to hit the spot that's making Alexia desperately groan out in pleasure. Your mouth stays on her chest, gently sucking on her flesh as she continues to grind and pant. 

Alexia’s body keeps desperately grinding, small whimpers slipping from her until she finally goes limp. You let out small pants of your own, still feeling the thick strap inside your very tight walls.

“I love when you’re on top.” Alexia lets out a breathless chuckle.

Her dopey smile makes your heart swell. A face splitting smile crosses your own face as you look down at the blonde. The obsession you have for each other pouring out in your smiles.

“Get on top.” She breathes out.

“What?” You chuckle.

“Get on top.”

You’re about to question her again, until she smirks up at you, sticking out her pink tongue. Then the penny drops.

“Oh..OHHH!” Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment at your slowness.

You wince as you move off of her strap, but you can’t hide the excitement as wobbly legs crawl up to the girl's face. 

Her tongue eagerly licks at her lips, as she spots the wetness that drips from your swollen lips.

You gently scoop her hair into your hands, and settle above her. 

“You’re dripping.” Alexia whispears below you. You can’t stop the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when you feel her breath on you.

“Come, let me taste you, cariño. Let me make you feel good.” She presses her lips to your shakey thigh.

Her now free hands pull you down onto her awaiting mouth.

“Fuck!” You gasp as you feel her tongue slide into your lips.

The blonde groans loudly. Like you, she can't hold her want for you back. She sucks your clit into her mouth, swirling your clit against her talented tongue. 

She’s so gentle, licking and lapping at your velvety folds, you can hear how wet you are, it almost makes you a little self conscious until you hear Alexia moaning at her own pleasure from you on her tongue.

It gives you the confidence to grind on her mouth, a smile pulls at your lips as you look down, the girls in her own world, her eyes closed as her chin becomes soaked with your juices. She wraps her plump lips around your puffy clit and you can’t stop yourself as you groan loudly. You’re already gone, you can feel this isn't going to take long. Your thighs start to shake, your hands in her hair pull her closer, grinding your hips into her warm mouth.

“Ale, baby, I’m going to come! Fuck.”

Her hazel eyes flicker at yours, her large hands tighten around your hips, pulling you down, driving your hips harder. You snake your hips, landing one hand on the head board, the other lacing her hair. 

Alexia loves when you’re on top (in any position) she loves watching you lose yourself as your body takes what she gives you, watching you bounce and grind on top of her face, greedily swallowing and drinking down your essence. 

A gentle tug in her hair makes her groan against your core and it's the last push you need to finally see stars.

“Hmmm, fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

Your orgasm explodes though your body, your hips push uncontrollably harder, Alexia only moans louder, sucking on your bundle of nerves, sending electric sparks right through you.

You gasp, closing your eyes as you try to catch your breath. Your muscles are shaking hard against the blonde's head, Alexia smiles sweetly as she kisses you down, waiting for you to come back to her.

You wobbly move to the side, dropping on your back.

“Well, that's one way to start your morning.” You laugh, still trying to catch your breath. 

“It’s the best way to wake up.” She leans over and kisses your lips, leaving a shimmer of your juices on your mouth. You can't help but groan, tasting yourself on her tongue.

Her hazel eyes roam your face as she pulls back, that dopey smile still plastering her face. The girl still gives you butterflies, even after all these years of being together. 

You hear a small rumble coming from below.

“Is someone hungry?” You chuckle.

“Sí, I think I need seconds.” She raises her eyebrows with the most mischievous look she can muster.

Before you can stop her (not that you would) Alexia’s shimmying down your body, settling herself between your legs. 

The girl had you for breakfast, lunch and dinner that day.

[emilys-bangs]

I have a request but I’d understand if you’re getting too many and you don’t want to do this one. I wanted to request a super soft fic like you wake up Emily in the middle of the night because you can’t sleep and you keep asking silly questions like “would you still love me if I was a worm?” And she is super sleepy but tries to comfort you into falling asleep again and answering you as you want

midnight whispers | e.p

Tags: established relationship, reader being kinda annoying, fluff, endlessly sweet fluff u guys, no use of yn, use of petnames

Word count: 1.2k

This is the cutest thing ever I giggled

It’s 3:47.

You know because it’s been less than two minutes since you’d last looked at the clock before closing your eyes, fruitfully hoping for the sweet relief of sleep. 

Shockingly, it doesn’t come.

Which doesn’t make sense, really, because you can feel the exhaustion in your bones and pressing down on your eyes. You’d been tossing and turning ever since you’d climbed into bed with Emily, your girlfriend falling fast asleep after she gave you a chaste kiss goodnight. You can hear her deep breathing right next to you and you’re slightly envious.

The room is dark, only a sliver of moonlight creeping in through the curtain providing sparse illumination. It’s reasonably cold, a light chill that has you covered beneath the blanket, and the air is still with the silence of midnight hours—all optimal conditions for you to comfortably fall asleep in, but it still evades you. Emily’s sleeping body provides warmth, too; her head is halfway onto your pillow, her slow breaths fanning across your neck.

Your eyes slide to her and you bite your lip. Should you wake her? You’re tired of wallowing in this misery for over—3:48 now—5 hours on your own, even if your sluggish brain struggles to justify how she could help. 

Her chest rises and falls with slow, even breaths, her lashes dark and resting gently on her cheeks. She needs the sleep, you know she does, and some part of your heart resists waking her for your own selfish reasons.

But company is nice, even sleepy company, so you push aside the guilt and shake her gently.

“Emily,” you whisper.

Her brows furrow.

It takes a few more shakes and whispers of her name before her eyes crack open. Deep brown irises stare into yours, tired and hazy with sleep. 

“What?” She mumbles. Her hand clumsily reaches for yours; it’s cold. “You ’kay?”

Is it wrong that the rough warmth of her voice already makes your muscles relax? You bring her hand up to your lips, pressing an apology to the ridges of her knuckles.

“I’m okay.” You say, kind of feeling like the worst person in the world right now. “Just can’t sleep.”

Emily frowns deeper. “Nightmare?” She whispers, her eyes growing more alert.

“No, no,” you’re quick to reassure. The concern above her brow loosens, and her lashes flutter closed again. “Couldn’t sleep to begin with.” With her hand in yours, your lips find her temple.

“Drank too much coffee?” The rasp of her voice is muffled into your neck as you trail a few kisses to her cheekbone. You’re probably being insufferable, but she doesn’t pull away—though you begin to think that’s from the sluggishness of sleep more than anything.

“Just as much as you.”

Two cups, hers with an insulting amount of Splenda and yours with decidedly less.

Emily doesn’t reply. You lean back against your pillow and find her eyes closed again. The large t-shirt she’s wearing slips down her shoulder, exposes her pale skin that looks moonlit, smooth as ivory.

Your heart thumps softly against your ribs as you smile. “Hey Emily?”

She hums sleepily.

“Do you love me?”

The corner of her mouth curls upward. “You’re sleepin’ in my bed, amor.” The combination of her sleepy voice and the Spanish makes you melt into the mattress, a stupid heat in your cheeks.

You tuck your joint hands beneath your jaw. “But that could mean nothing.”

“Means everythin’.” She whispers. Her eyes are still closed, her mouth barely moving. You should leave her alone now, but you just want to talk to her when she’s like this; sleepy and lovely, her body warm in some places and cold in others, the hushed timbre of her voice calming your restless mind.

“So you do love me?”

“Mmhmm.” Emily hums. Bless her patience. Her fingers flex between yours and you lift them from their hiding place under your jaw, bringing her hand to your lips instead. Emily exhales through her nose, the sound lazy and content as she digs her face further into your pillow.

She’s drifting again, and you’re still wide awake. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You blurt, squeezing her fingers.

Emily’s eyes crack open. “You’d be a cute worm,” she slurs, the small indent of a dimple digging into her cheek. You grin and she shuffles closer, her shoulder touching yours, your heads softly knocking together, “You’d be a cute anythin’.”

Again, she avoids the question. “But would you love me?” You persist. Leaning further into her, you nuzzle your nose against hers, a stupid smile forming on your lips when she scrunches her face adorably, her eyes fluttering open again.

“I’d be head over heels for you.” Emily states, now leaning into you to nuzzle her nose into yours. “Our romance would be no less epic,” her words drift into a mumble as exhaustion takes her again, forcing her eyes shut.

Even half asleep, she’s a charmer. You stare a moment at her relaxed face, letting the warmth of it rush through your whole body. Her slow breaths fall against your upper lip, warm and rhythmic. 

“Do you think we’re in love in every universe?” You whisper. What is it with all these questions about love? “If I was a barista maybe, and you’d be enchanted by the color of my eyes as I gave you your coffee?” You muse, playing with her limp fingers. “Or if we’re both butterflies taking naps in the same flower—”

“Baby, please go to sleep,” Emily mumbles, her words slurring together adorably. She never calls you baby; your grin stretches wide. She untangles her fingers from yours and wraps her arm messily around your neck, bringing you into her chest. “I’ll hold ya, jus’ please sleep.” The words are lost in your hair.

You smile into her warm neck. “Oh, well, if you’ll hold me.” You tease softly, but there really is something so magical about feeling Emily’s chest rise and fall beneath yours. Hearing her steady pulse, her slow breaths, feeling her cold hand sleepily tangle in your hair. It’s easy, closing your eyes, and as she starts to drift, you feel yourself drift with her.

“Can I have a kiss?” You ask softly.

Emily nuzzles her lips into your forehead.

She’s so much softer like this, when she’s half awake. Emily is never harsh with you, but like this she’s completely unfiltered, stripped bare of her walls and her inhibitions, and you’re drunk on it, on her, on the fact that you get to see her like this.

Your eyes finally begin to grow heavy. Lashes fluttering shut, you breathe in Emily’s scent—the expensive lotion she’d rubbed into her skin before bed.

“Emily?” You whisper.

Silence rings in your ears. You try again.

“’Mily?” 

A breath comes out of her, exhale or sigh you don’t know. “Yeah, hon.” She mumbles.

You bury your face deeper into her neck, until you feel her slow pulse. “I’m so in love with you.” You admit to the softness of her skin. Think it might kill me one day.

“Mmm, ditto.”

It’s disgustingly cliche, but in her arms, her lips still against your forehead, it takes no time at all for sleep to finally steal you away. 4:00 comes and you’re both fast asleep, your body curled around Emily’s, her hand still in your hair.

Taglist: @suckerforcate @sickoherd @lextism

[cultven]

can i get a Deadpool x reader x wolverine where reader is making them watch asmr with them at bedtime :3

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ASMR Cuddles

Deadpool X Reader X Wolverine

Content: Some cursing, Wade being a yapper as always, Grumpy Logan, Fluff, Cuddles, Slime!!, Small Blind Al content

Word Count: 827

Warnings: None

a/n: This request was just too funny not to write, just thinking about these two men and their different reactions. Wrote this super fast on a whim so hopefully it's ok! Short and sweet :)

“Hurry!” You whined, getting all cozy. This has become a daily routine with the three of you, you get comfy in bed while the other two men stall sleeping. Little did other people know, Wade and Logan were huge insomniacs. Perhaps it came with the profession of being a superhero, you didn’t know, but you were determined to help soothe their minds into sleep. The first tactic that came to your mind? Asmr. 

You had the perfect setup. Bunches of pillows to support your heads and backs into a half-sitting position, mountains of blankets to keep you all warm and comfortable, and finally your laptop at full charge ready to go. Now all you needed was your eccentric and grumpy boys. “Wade hurry up!” You groaned as Logan stepped into the room, finally in his sleeping clothes. 

“Hold on baby girl, I’m doing my skincare routine!” Wade yelled from the other side of the apartment. 

“Why? It’s obviously not doing anything for you.” Logan retorted with a smile as you playfully hit his arm. He just grinned wider at your scolding as you heard one more knock on the walls. 

“Keep it down, fuckers! Some people in this place like to sleep!” Blind Al shouted from her room, which was only a few thin walls away. 

“Sorry, Al!” You apologized, sending Logan a look to shut it. He only rolled his eyes as he crawled into bed next to you, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders. As he got himself comfortable, Wade burst through the door with a smile, two shirts in hand. 

“Ok, be honest. Which shirt is more ASMR-y? Pink with rainbows,” He held up a hot pink t-shirt to his chest. “Or, yellow with the X-men logo?” Wade’s arm lifted the other shirt, which was just some old X-men merch he stole from Colossus not too long ago. 

“Asshole it doesn’t matter, let's go.” Logan groaned, blankly looking at the two options. 

“I like the pink Wade.” You said with a smile, watching him put the shirt on and patting the seat next to you. Finally, the three of you get comfortable, Wade on your left and Logan on the right. With the way you three were situated, it almost felt like a puzzle. 

“So, what do you want us to watch exactly?” Logan questions, eyeing the videos you’re scrolling past. 

“It’s videos that make funny noises! They’re supposed to relax you and help you sleep. It even makes some people tingle.” You respond, smiling a bit at the man before resuming your search for the perfect video. 

“What kind of tingles exactly?” Wade smirked at your side. Before he could wait for an answer he hastily pointed at a video on your laptop. “Oh! Let’s do that one! Slime.” Sure enough, that was the video you put on. Within the first two minutes, Wade was completely enthralled, commenting on every little thing. 

“What kind of slime is that?”

“Fluffy, dear.”

“How does it sound so delicious?”

“Beads!”

“Where can I find the things to buy this?”

While Wade was now distracted on Amazon buying the various ingredients for slime, Logan was not so impressed. You could tell the only reason he was currently staying in bed was for the free cuddles. The slime clearly was not of his taste. 

“Logan, do you want to try a different video?” You offered, determined to make the man sleepy through ASMR at any cost. Slime probably wasn’t the best fit for sleep time, not only because of Logan’s disinterest but it only seemed to rile up Wade more as he was currently talking your ear off about all the things he bought for his upcoming slime creations. 

“Eh, no offense bub, but I don’t think any of these videos are gonna do it for me.” You felt bad, you needed to find something that would soothe Logan, and you knew just the genre. 

“How about some general tapping ASMR?” You hastily typed the words into YouTube, much to Wade’s dismay. You found the perfect video, turning up the volume ever so slightly and allowing the ASMR to do its thing. Five minutes into the video you felt sleepy yourself, before realizing that the last few minutes have been in complete silence, which was strange when you lived with Wade Wilson. Turning to both your sides you see Wade completely asleep and Logan fighting for his consciousness. 

“This one good, bub’?” You whisper to Logan, teasing him slightly. 

With your words knocking him out of his trance, all Logan could think to say was, “Shut up.” Before returning to the video, his arm still wrapped around you. Within ten minutes the three of you were out cold, a mess of limbs all sewn together with soft tapping in the background. For the first time in years, Wade and Logan were able to get a good night's sleep and all it required was some cuddles and ASMR. 

[cheezb6llz]

Maybe some werehog shadow x reader please?

WEREHOG SHADOW X READER HEADCANONS

ok now imagine him as a werehog lmao

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He was lowkey embarrassed of the werehog form at first. Every night he felt that animalistic pull, he would hide from you, vanishing completely. He’d push it aside when you would bring it up. Only thing going through his head while he’s transformed is, “They can’t see me like this. I’m not.. me.”

he is completely convinced that you’ll be scared of him. He’s afraid you’ll look like him like everyone else did. Like a weapon, like a monster. The idea of you flinching at him or trembling beneath him?? he’d rather die.

Despite all his attempts, he does inevitably end up transforming in front of you. Maybe he was trying to protect you, maybe he was caught off guard and didn’t have time to run or teleport away before he dropped to his knees as his muscles stretched and bulked up, gloves ripping off as his claws dug in the ground. (yeowch!) def goes insane like oh my goodness NO WHY INFRONT OF THEM

When he finally stands up to full height, expecting you to run or yell, you just blink and tilt your head like “…this is why you’ve been avoiding me??”

Shadow is SO CONFUSED, “you’re not.. afraid?” His voice was deeper, growlier, HOT.. He tried to warn you, like “You don’t understand. I could hurt you.. I could lose control. I’m not the same in this form-“ (he really is, just grumpier and more like a puppy lololol)

“You’re still you! Just, with fangs and bigger arms and stuff..” welp! atleast he doesn’t have to hide anymore. NOW FOR THE DATING LIFE!

He isn’t too fond of PDA, or even going out in public in general. Unless he’s fighting off some wild monster, he’ll stay inside whether it’s in a cave or a house. If he does happen to be in public dealing with other people, HES WAY MORE TERRITORIAL! if someone so much as looks at you weird, he’ll growl and step in front of you.

IN PRIVATE THOUGH?? different story. super clingy, possessive, physically needy.. his instincts DEMAND closeness (especially on full moons..!) but seriously he hates how much he wants to nuzzle you, but when he catches someone else’s scent on you?? he just can’t control it! He’ll rub his cheek on your shoulder and neck with a frustrated huff.

HE SLEEPS CURLED AROUND YOU LIKE AN ACTUAL WOLF!! doesn’t even do it consciously, it’s totally instinct. Arms, legs, tail (if you headcanon the werehogs to have a long tail ofc lol), trust it’s all wrapped around you.

When he’s in his werehog form, his temper is EXPLOSIVE! but you can calm him down in an instant. When he’s tense and snarling all you need to do is touch his arm.. then he’ll calm down near immediately.

He’ll never hurt you with his claws, ever. even if he’s mid fight and lost control, he will always recognize you, your scent, your voice.. He’ll be on a rampage and freeze the second he hears your voice.

He howls sometimes, he can’t help it, he is totally embarrassed. You catch him doing it?? he considers starting to hide from you again lmao

You have to help him tame his claws and fur.. He hates the idea of it, but when your gentle hands run through his fur preparing to brush it? He can’t help but melt, a deep rumbling growl in his chest. (i like making non cat characters purr sorry lol)

“This is unnecessary.”

“You’re purring.”

“…No I am not.”

The cuddles are like.. 20 times more intense. Doesn’t even ask for cuddles, he’ll just yank you down.

His ears twitch when you say his name. He pretends to not care, but they perk up every time. He acts annoyed if you tease him about it.

“Cute.”

“…I’ll bite you.”

EAR SCRATCHES MAKE HIM MELT!! the second your fingers touch the base of his ear, his head lowers, eyes close, his tail starts thumping against the bed.. He’ll let out a tiny annoyed groan if you stop.

Chin scratches though?? They’re like an off switch for him, he gets sleepy fast, he’ll head will tilt up, eyes fluttering and he’ll probably start doing that thing where his leg kicks like a giant puppy. (also twitches in his sleep like a puppy)

Even if he pretends he doesn’t like it, he really likes when you’re buried in his chest fur. Especially when you’re sleeping on top of him, sleeping on top of him feels like sleeping on a CLOUD. you can’t believe he’s been hiding all this from you for so long.

He gets upset if you try to fall asleep without cuddling with him. He’ll pull you into his arms so quick and whisper to you,

“You forgot me.”

“…Sorry.”

“Hmph..” (as his grip tightens)

YES he’s embarrassed every time he returns back to normal. but that doesn’t change how he acts when he transforms back. the instincts take OVERRRR

—

THANKS FOR EVERYOJE WHO WISHED ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY

[softbeej]

alastor cumming from just getting his ears touched by reader?

oh you may!!

Jazz & Liquor (Alastor x Reader smut)

“Ah, whiskey is your poison, I see? Mind If I have a glass? Always puts me right to bed.” Alastor asked, as you were curled up in the library with a scratchy record playing in the background.

“Be my guest!” You insisted, pouring him a healthy glass which he took with a wink before sitting beside you on the sofa.

“Reading anything interesting?” He questioned. He must be really sleepy; he always got a bit more touchy feely and talkative with exhaustion.

You shook your head no, closing the book and giving him your full attention.

“Just a old mystery novel, is all...”

He nodded, listening but clearly uninterested, “What brings you down here? You’re usually up in the radio tower at this time. Is everything okay?”

The attention was finally on him, and he visibly perked up at this.

“I’ve not managed to get much sleep these past few nights. Just wanted a little change of scenery, you see. Oh, how boring it can get up there all on my lonesome. You can visit, you know?”

You smiled, he was basically begging you to spend time with him. If you were to go up there, what would he even have you do? There’s only one chair up there - strictly his. There’s not even a sofa up there, it’s almost as if he specifically designed the room to deter anyone from loitering up there. You supposed, he could have you sit on his lap as he worked. Or he could have you just sit cross legged at his feet.

You almost shook your head to get rid of these thoughts, “Well, thank you, Alastor. I’ll certainly keep that in mind- Oh!”

With that, Alastor’s head was on your lap. He’d slowly been sinking into you as you were speaking, before his head just grew too heavy and landed in your lap. Almost immediately after he realised, his lazy eyes shot open, blushing and utterly embarrassed as he started blabbing a string of apologies at you.

You shushed him immediately of course.

“Al, Al, it’s fine! You sleep, you clearly need too...” You insisted as you gently lowered his head back down. He pulled his legs up on the sofa too, getting more comfortable. You scanned the room for a blanket for him, but didn’t want to disturb him.

Your nails raked through his hair as his eyes fluttered closed. Then, he purred as you continued. Your face reddened and you almost gasped.

“You like that? Feel nice?”

He nodded, “Mm...”

He probably wanted to downplay how much he liked it, but his involuntary purring clearly gave him away.

You kept scratching his head, moving closer to the base of his ears, where his hair changed into fluffy fur. His purring grew louder and rougher, giving you butterflies. His breath caught in his throat, and he let out a strange noise.

“Keep going? Feels... Good...” He said. Whatever butterflies you were feeling, he was clearly feeling tenfold, if you had to guess by the strawberry red blush covering his cheeks.

“Relax, Alastor... I’m here, relax...” You cooed.

You smiled to yourself as you saw his cock hard in his pants, straining the fabric and threatening the seams. Would he will it to go away? Excuse himself as he sorted his situation? Or just lay there seeing it through to completion?

His heavy eyelids fluttered open a little to watch you with blown pupils as you continued scratching, paying special attention to his ears now. You smiled as they flitted and twitched at even the lightest touch, and how he shivered in sync. You noticed he started to buck his hips up ever so slightly, as a nice wet patch of precum began seeping through the crotch of his pants.

Not like he cared, though. Instead he bucked his hips up harder, eyebrows knitting together as his tummy grew hot with arousal. With a final couple of rubs of his ears, he came hard right in his pants with an almost pathetic moan. His face relaxed, but his hips kept twitching involuntarily with aftershocks of the intense orgasm. The next thing you knew, you heard a deep breath and looked down to see him fast asleep. He’d have to deal with that mess in the morning, you thought as you drifted off.

[ficsbylexi]

The pink cup — One shot

Clàudia Pina x OFC

Shot Warnings: nothing, some spanish and the translation next to it. Just cute stuff this time. Honestly foul language is just normal language for me, I can’t spend more than ten minutes without swearing.

Author’s note: established relationship. Also, I’m no ballerina, I’m honestly just making shit up from whatever appears on my fyp on tiktok and googling sometimes. There’s a little reference to a common joke in spain about a kids yogurt brand called danonino (it was supposed to make you grow). Also I have the feeling that I use the word “just” too much.

Word count: 1872

Summary: the first time Clàudia stayed over at her girlfriend’s apartment was also the first time she saw her getting ready for work.

Clàudia knew Livie was a ballerina. Like, that was the reason she came to Barcelona. The day they met, back in the middle of summer, Livie had her ballet clothes on. Her apartment was filled with ballet stuff. She had been there before. Livie had given her a tour and explained why her other bedroom only had a bunch of really big mirrors, a few pairs of pointe shoes scattered in a corner and a handrail — “It’s called barre, love” she’d said. But Clàudia had never stayed over.

Up until now it had been Livie who had stayed over at Clàudia’s apartment. Always the night before her off day so she wouldn’t have to rush to the studio immediately after waking up.

But now it was Nutcracker season, there were no days off, quite literally. Rehearsals were every day, sometimes twice a day. It was winter which meant people were getting sick which meant Livie had to learn more than one role in case she needed to cover for some girl that couldn’t hold her cough long enough.

Whenever Livie and Clàudia happened to have the same day off they would sleep until noon. If it was only Livie’s, they would wake up fairly early to make sure Clàudia gets to training on time, even if Clàudia basically just groaned and crawled around her apartment while her girlfriend prepared her breakfast. But this was the first time Clàudia had a day off and Livie didn’t, so she stayed over at Livie’s.

She had no idea Livie would wake up at six in the morning to start stretching. And she had never seen her stretch. Or do anything ballet-related for that matter, al least not in person.

“Go back to sleep, baby. We’ll have breakfast at eight”.

She tried, she wanted to, but curiosity had taken over. She wanted to see what kind of stretches were necessary at six in the morning, if Livie was going to put on her pointe shoes and do the pirouettes that Clàudia had seen on her TikTok. So she got up, put on a hoodie and walked through the apartment, the ballet room was on the other side.

Clàudia was mesmerized. And a bit scared.

Because what do you mean her girlfriend could lay face down and just lift her torso and arms until she folded backwards completely. Her smile was creepy like that but Livie found Clàudia’s fear very funny.

What the fuck. Honestly.

“You can sit in that corner, babe”.

“Okay”. Clàu was too sleepy to make sense of how Olivia’s body was folding, because it really didn’t make sense. “You look posessed”. Olivia couldn’t hold her laugh anymore, or that posture. Clàu was rubbing her eye with her lips making a little pout and sleep written on her face while Olivia was laughing quite loudly. “¿De qué te ríes? Si hubieras visto lo que yo al asomarme a la puerta, me entenderías” What are you laughing about? If you had seen what I saw when I peeked through the door, you’d understand me.

“You just look so cute, baby”.

“Not funny”.

Olivia went back to stretching and then did some mobility exercises and might have shown off a little bit at the barre just because she loved having Clàudia focused solely on her.

Once she finished, Clàudia stood up and clapped, making her laugh. “And you do this every morning?” Livie got closer, Clàu wrapped her arms around her hips.

“Yeah pretty much”.

“Wow” Clàu was looking at her with wide eyes, the height difference making her look absolutely adorable. Olivia was at least an entire head taller than Clàudia.

“Babe you do very impressive things every day too”.

“Yes but I don’t fold in half. I can’t even raise my leg too high without falling”.

Livie held Clàudias face with her hands, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth. “And I can’t shoot a football and have it perfectly hit a bottle that was carefully placed on top of the crossbar. But that’s okay because I’m not a footballer, you are. And it’s incredibly hot when you do that”. Clàudia smiled and got on her tiptoes to kiss Livie, who bent down a little bit to meet her girlfriend halfway. Her soft cheeks in her hands, her warm lips on hers, her arms around her hips and her body flush against hers. “Fuck I wanna stay like this all day”.

“My calves would disagree”.

“Then I’d take you to bed so we could cuddle”.

“Don’t mention the things we can’t do until opening night”. Clàu protested with a pout.

“Sorry”. She murmured, placing a kiss on Clàu’s forehead. “I’m gonna take a shower and get ready, then we can go for breakfast at the cafe next to the studio”.

Once Livie left, Clàudia basically run to the kitchen to make her a huge coffee, and plate the overnight oats that they left on the fridge with a lot of fruits. Livie had to take a few supplements every day so Clàudia also prepared that on a tiny plate and a glass of orange juice next to it. The fizzing sound let her know the coffee was ready so she took the huge moka pot out of the stove. Clàudia knew Livie got a baby pink Stanley cup as a gift from one of her aunts when she moved to Barcelona, the question is, where the fuck was it?

She looked inside almost every cupboard only to find it on the top shelf of one of them.

“Quién me manda a mí a no comer los petisuis de danonino”. Serves me right for not eating danonino’s petit suisse. The footballer grumbled while pulling a chair to reach that shelf.

Right when she gets down, Clàudia feels a pair of arms surrounding her. “What are you doing?” Livie asked with a chuckle while kissing her neck.

“I wanted to make your coffee on the cup you like but it was too high”.

“I swear you can’t get more adorable and every day you find a new way”.

“I’m not adorable, I’m just short”. Said Clàu turning around with a pout and looking up at Livie.

“I meant you making breakfast and my coffee on my favorite cup, baby”. Kissing her girlfriend was Livie’s favorite thing in the world, but kissing her when she was just slightly annoyed and pouting and frowning? Jesus she could die right then and there. “But yeah your height adds to it a little”.

“I knew it!” Clàu complained, hitting Livie’s arm.

“Come on, love, let’s have breakfast”.

Olivia took her hand and guided her to the breakfast bar, where Clàudia pulled her chair (Livie included) as close as possible and Livie just placed her legs across Clàu’s lap. Clàudias left hand went immediately to rub circles on her tight-covered knees.

“I still have to put on my sweatpants. It’s fucking cold today”.

“You look adorable with your sweatpants”. Livie’s face flushed a little bit. She didn’t like to wear sweatpants, most of them were too short for her when she got her size, or too big on her hips if they were long enough.

They ate in silence and washed the dirty plates in harmony. It had become so easy to do house chores with Clàu that Olivia was already daydreaming of the day they could move in together, to an apartment entirely theirs.

But it was too soon.

For now, she was content with carefully doing her hair behind her girlfriend while she brushed her teeth.

The moment Clàudia dried her face, Livie was securing her last hairpin on her ballet bun.

Clàudia could do this every day.

“I’ll wait in the car”. Clàudia murmured looking away. Her chest felt a bit tight with anxiety while waiting for Livie to come down. They had been officially together for less than three months and she was already thinking of living together. “¿Tú eres tonta o qué?” Are you stupid or what? She said to her reflection in the rear view mirror.

Her phone vibrated, a text from Patri about going for a coffee in the afternoon. Cata, Salma and her need to hear more about the girl Clàudia refuses to introduce to the team so that they don’t embarrass her.

Clàudia started a voice message: “Tía estoy muy pillada. Hoy dormí en su casa por primera vez. Y nunca la había visto prepararse para el trabajo y te juro que es lo único que quiero hacer el resto de mi vida”. Girl I’m so smitten by her. I slept at hers for the first time. And I had never seen her getting ready for work and I swear it’s the only thing I want to do for the rest of my life. She didn’t hear the door to the back of her car opening or Livie’s bag dropping on the backseat. “Y tengo un problema gordísimo: estoy ya imaginándome cómo sería vivir con ella y llevamos sólo tres meses. Joder, es que me siento como el estereotipo básico de lesbiana, qué puta vergüenza”. And I have a big ass problem: I’m already imagining how it would be to live with her and we’ve been together for just three months. Fuck, I feel like the basic lesbian stereotype, it’s so fucking embarrassing.

“Baby, I’ve been doing that too”.

Clàudia screamed and dropped her phone. Livie closed the door and went to the passenger seat. Her sweet Clàu had a deep blush on her face and refused to look anywhere but at her hands playing with the hem of her jumper.

“Darling?”

“Have you really been thinking of us moving in together?”

“Of course my love”. Livie placed her index finger under Clàu’s chin, softly turning her head so she faced her. “Clàu, baby, I have been daydreaming about us living together since our first kiss. My heart keeps trying to make me rush through the early stages of our relationship and I have to constantly remind myself that I need to calm down and enjoy the beginning as well. Getting to know you and doing things for the first time with you”.

“Maybe next Christmas we could be living together”.

“Maybe I could get you a light orange cup and we could have them next to each other”.

“On a lower shelf, please”.

“And a foldable stool”.

“We could go to Ikea and daydream a bit”.

“That sounds almost like a proposal, my love”. Livie chuckled.

“Do you not want to?”. Clàu’s eyes filled with worry for a moment. Livie kissed her nervousness away.

“My love, ¿quieres tener una cita conmigo en Ikea?”. Do you want to go on a date with me to Ikea?

“Adoro cuando hablas en español”. I adore when you speak Spanish. Clàudia felt like melting every time Livie spoke spanish, with her cute english accent and deep voice. “¿El día después de tu estreno?” The day after your opening night?

“As long as we get to wake up late and cuddle a little, then yes”.

“Anything, mi amor”. She whispered over Livie’s lips before kissing her slowly. “You taste like coffee”.

“The one you made, baby”. Olivia smiled, looking down to her pink Stanley on the cupholder.

[holyblonded]

How often does Estrella switch between calling Alexia “Ale” and “mami”??

— estrella switches between “ale” and “mami” so randomly that no one can predict it, not even alexia.

— when she’s teasing, or trying to get on alexia’s nerves, it’s usually “ale.” “ale, relax, you’re so dramatic.” “alexia, you’re literally like a hundred years old.” “ale, don’t be boring, let’s go do something fun.”

— but the second she wants something or needs comfort, it’s “mami.” “mami, can you make me food?” “mama, i’m tired.” “mami, they were mean to me.”

— the team has absolutely picked up on it. “oh, she said ‘mami’? she’s definitely trying to get something.”

— she’ll be in the middle of arguing with alexia, all attitude, throwing out “ale” every other word, but the moment alexia gives her the look, estrella shifts gears instantly. “mami, don’t be mad, i love you.”

— whenever she gets injured, no matter how minor, it’s immediately “mami” with the most pitiful look on her face. “mami, i think i’m dying.” alexia doesn’t even react anymore.

— if she’s extra sleepy or emotional, she doesn’t even realize she’s using “mami” constantly, and it always makes alexia a little soft.

— sometimes she calls her “ale” just to be annoying and immediately switches to “mami” when alexia ignores her.

— when alexia is upset, estrella gets serious and only calls her “mami” because she knows it grounds her.

— after games, especially tough ones, estrella will just walk up and mumble “mami” before leaning into alexia for a hug. no words needed.

— no matter how much she teases, no matter how much she pretends to be all big and independent, at the end of the day, estrella will always be alexia’s kid.

[hexkiid]

AgeRegressor!Viktor x Caregiver!Jayce 🥛 "Sweetmilk" — 1.6k words || ao3 link

Jayce was well attuned to Viktor's needs by now. And from what he could tell, what Viktor needs right now is some rest. They had managed to work undisturbed for a few hours now, and Jayce knew it was only a matter of time before they get caught up in some long-form conversation with Heimerdinger.

Jayce rolls his chair to the other side of the desk and slowly slides away the pages Viktor is working on. Viktor slams his hand onto the desk much harder than intended to stop his work from slipping away.

“Wait,” he mumbles. Jayce sighs and silently counts to 60 — he knew there was no equation in that specific pile that would take him much longer than a minute. When he tries to take the papers again, Viktor lets out a small whine. Jayce pauses momentarily.

Viktor is not one to whine when he doesn't get his own way, even when he's tiny. But when he's fighting the urge to slip into the need to let go he can get a little cranky. It was obvious to Jayce instantly that was the case right now, and it's more than enough for him to fall perfectly into his role.

He knew Viktor wasn't going to give into it, he never has. Instead he allows Viktor to continue working on the equations that would surely become far too difficult for him — Viktor can think he's won for the time being.

“Aren't you sleepy?” Jayce subconsciously swaps his vocabulary around, I mean, sleepy? If Viktor wasn't as tired as he was, he'd be sure to (at the very least) mock Jayce for using such childish language. Instead, he gives him a disagreeing hum in response.

Jayce doesn't retort that. He begins to collect up their tools and put them into their respective boxes, being sure not to turn his attention away from Viktor for more than a few seconds. He can visibly see as his focus falters and turns into mild frustration.

“Y’okay, V?” Jayce asks, voice soft and gentle. Jayce doesn't miss the way Viktors eyes quickly glance in his direction, another hum in response.

“Al~right,” Jayce continues to clean the lab to a standard Viktor would approve of in the morning. The tapping of Viktors pen on the desk is the only sound beside his own.

After a few minutes, Jayce goes to check on Viktor properly, and just as he expected he’s still on the same problem he was on when Jayce first stood up. He huffs out a half—laugh half—sigh and gently runs his hand through Viktor’s hair.

He found it incredibly sweet how much Viktor cared for his work, but incredibly frustrating how his care for himself suffered for it. If Jayce had his own way, he would've scooped Viktor up and taken him to bed an hour ago. But he was patient, and it was always better for the both of them when Viktor wasn't forced into it.

“Need help?” Jayce leans in closer, wrapping his big hand over top of Viktors. He looks it over for a couple seconds before realising that Viktor had actually almost finished it himself.

“You've almost got it,” Jayce encourages him, very subtly guiding the pen to write the final equation. Suddenly it clicks, and Viktor is able to scribble down the answer with the rest of his strength. As soon as he's done, he turns to Jayce. It was like Jayce was looking in a mirror, he knew he often gave Viktor those same glistening eyes when he finished a particularly difficult task — so Jayce knew exactly what Viktor was looking for.

“You're so clever, I’m so proud of you!” Jayce gasps, maybe more dramatically than needed but not an ounce of it was insincere. He ruffles Viktor's hair a little bit before finally pulling those damn papers out of his sight.

Before Viktor is able to protest Jayce spins his chair around to face him, crouching down to his level in an attempt to seem less intimidating.

“V, are you tired?”

Viktor looks around the lab, finding the next task he can fix onto in order to delay his impending nap. He's completely unchanged in that aspect.

“No— no more, Viktor, look at me,” Jayce says sternly. He brings a hand to Viktors cheek to guide his gaze to his own. Viktor's eyelids are heavy; it's a miracle his head hadn't fallen down onto the desk from exhaustion hours ago. Viktor nervously brings his hand to his mouth to bite at the tip of his finger.

“Sweetmilk?” Jayce tilts his head like a puppy and Viktor's eyes widen at the bribe promise of sweetmilk.

Jayce sighs, that's all it took?

Before Viktor has the chance to latch onto something else, Jayce stands up, passing Viktor his cane and reaching his hand out for him to take and helping him to his feet. Working long hours always came with the cost of aching joints. Jayce notices his struggle and offers to carry him, which Viktor quickly declines, instead keeping a hold of his offered hand.

Jayce quickly locks up the lab and the two make their way to Viktors room. It was way past curfew so the halls were completely empty, the only noise was that of Viktors cane clicking against the concrete floor.

Once they reach Viktors room, Jayce pulls out his own keys — Viktor had given Jayce a key not long after they met. He slides the key into the lock and opens the door, holding it open for Viktor before following behind.

As soon as they're inside and away from the cold, Jayce shrugs off his jacket and heads for the kitchen intent on fulfilling his promise. It won't be long until Viktor inevitably drifts off to sleep, so he quickly prepares the sweet milk before going to find Viktor.

Jayce finds Viktor bundled up in a blanket on the couch, his amber eyes the only thing that Jayce could see.

“Cold?” Jayce asks as he crouches down to Viktors eye level. His golden eyes fall on the mug in Jayces hand. It only now occurred to Jayce that he probably should've used something… easier for Viktor to drink out of.

“Um, c—can you use a cup? Or do you want—” before Jayce can finish his sentence, Viktor has taken the mug and began to drink it, far too quickly.

“Slow, slow down V,” Jayce laughs. He begins to take off Viktors leg brace, carefully unfastening each strap before sliding it off. He rubs at the spots where the metal once sat to soothe the muscles as Viktor finished the last of his drink. Once Viktor was done, he couldn't help but whine a little at the loss.

“Was that good?” Jayce takes the cup and places it on the coffee table behind him. His hands move to unbutton Viktors waistcoat and remove his tie before folding them up neatly and draping them over the back of the couch.

“O—kay, let's get you to bed, hm?” Viktors sleepy eyes follow as Jayce stands up before scooping Viktor up in a bundle of blankets and effortlessly carrying him into the bedroom.

He gently places Viktor on the bed and quickly looks through his drawers to find some more comfortable clothes for him to sleep in, pulling out some pyjama bottoms and a shirt that almost definitely belonged to Jayce at some point. Viktor observes Jayce wordlessly as he moves, feeling a little shy about being so unconditionally doted on.

“Do you need help?” Jayce asks, and Viktor shakes his head with a yawn, reaching his hands out for the clothes. Jayce closes the distance and hands them to Viktor, planting a gentle kiss on the forehead — a subconscious gesture that neither will speak about.

“Alright, I’ll be back in two minutes, okay?” Jayce leaves the room to allow him privacy to get changed, leaving the door ajar incase Viktor needed his help.

Jayce tries to make himself useful by tidying up, but beyond the used mug and a couple of scientific papers strewn across the coffee table, nothing was really messy.

After a couple minutes he returns back to the room, smiling softly when he notices Viktor sitting as if he was waiting for him to come back.

“Good boy,” Jayce gives him another kiss on the forehead and helps him under the covers. Once Viktor is settled Jayce goes around the room and turns on a couple of dim lamps before switching off the big overhead light.

“Do you need anything else, V?” Jayce asks, he's about ready to leave but what's to be sure there's nothing else Viktor—

“Dad,” Viktor mumbles, almost incoherent beneath all the blankets he's hidden under.

Jayce freezes. It's uncommon for Viktor to talk when he's regressed as is, so Jayce is already sure he's hearing things, but for Viktor to call him anything other than “Jayce”? That's not something that's ever happened before.

But he couldn't deny the warm feeling it created in his chest.

“Y—yeah, what's up?” Jayce replies, still slightly unsure of what he heard. He crouches down beside the bed, running his fingers through Viktors hair. The room is quiet, but not uncomfortable, and It's a moment before Viktor speaks up again.

“Sleep w’ me,” he mumbles, eyes fighting to stay open.

“I— yeah. Yeah, okay,” Jayce smiles softly and stands up, quickly discarding his toe and waistcoat to a nearby chair.

Viktor shuffles a little to create space for Jayce to climb into bed beside him, huffing a small sigh of contentment as he curls into Jayce's chest. Jayce's body stiffens momentarily at such an obvious display of physical affection, but quickly relaxes as wraps his arms around Viktor to pull him closer.

“I’m here, I’ve got you,” Jayce whispers sweetly to Viktor, twirling his fingers in his hair until he finally lets sleep take over.

[leviathiane]

So I did not accomplish this bc jet lag lol and instead am switching to finish the fic itself before I post the side oneshot(s)

I AM NO LONGER TRAVELING! WRITING MAY RESUME RAHHHH

i will be finishing and posting gon's POV of chapter 2 of the world in a spray of seawater on ao3 today!

[shy-canadian-snowflake]

Watch Dog Logan:

“Lo” He whispered. “Lo-Lo.”

“Hm?” Came the sleepy grunt of the other man, as he tried to blink back the sleep that was fighting to take him over. “Wade?”

“Is there someone here?” He asked, shifting closer to Logan. They both were trying to sleep on the rickety old pull out couch. “Because I think there is someone here.”

“Huh?” He ran a hand down his face, before shaking out his head, trying to wake up fully. “Someone’s here?”

“There is?” Wade sat up quickly grabbing baby knife that was tucked under his pillow. Logan groaned out sitting up fully. 

“No Wade, wait a fucking second.” He huffed before sniffing the air. Wade was half out of the bed at that, tense and looking around. The seconds ticked on as Logan sniffed. 

“Well? What is it girl? Do we have an intruder or not?” Logan ignored the merc’s comment and got up with a grunt. 

“I’ll double check, let me piss first.” He yawned and scratched at his lower stomach as he stumbled to the bathroom. He was almost asleep damn it. But, he was also a little glad he wasn’t asleep quite yet. Once he was asleep, he was dead to the world. And Wade would be awake and alone.

Logan finished his business in the bathroom, then checked in on Al who was sleeping soundly in her own bedroom. He came back into the living room, eyeing Wade who was in his boxers still holding his knife and looking around wildly.

“Bathroom and Al’s room is all clear.” He said, walking around the couch. He purposely sniffed loudly so the merc could hear him. All he could smell was stale food and spilled beer in the kitchen. 

“Kitchen cleared?” Wade asked, slowly turning trying to follow Logan around the room. He made his way to the front door and sniffed around it too. Old boots and the smell of gunpowder from where Wade’s guns were hanging on the wall. 

“And the front door. All I’m smelling is Al’s old lady soap, the pizza from earlier and your dirty socks. No intruder.” He made his way back to the couch and flopped down, ready to get some sleep.

“...Are you sure?” 

“Bub, I’m positive. Nothing smells off.” Wade made his own way back to the couch, slowly sitting down, still brandishing the knife. 

“Does it sound weird?” Logan closed his eyes for a second before sitting up and tilting his head. He could hear Al’s breathing in her bedroom. He could hear the dripping coming from the tap in the bathroom- something he kept fighting with trying to fix-. He could hear the dog trying to find some scraps in the kitchen.

“All I’m hearing is Al, a tap and the dog. Nothing weird. Do you want to try to sleep?”

“Not yet, there’s something wrong, Peanut.” Wade’s heart was beating hard in his chest, Logan could clearly hear it from his side of the couch. “I know it.”

“I’ll do another survey. Wanna come with me?” He asked getting up from the couch once more with a stretch. Wade was up with him in a second. 

They made their way to the bathroom first, Logan walking normally while Wade kept close to the walls, looking this way and that. Logan didn’t comment, knowing the other was more lost in his own head than reality.

“I’m going to turn on the light.” He said as they got to the bathroom door. It took a second for the light to come on, blinding Logan for a moment. Once he blinked away the light spots he looked around the room once more, sniffing as he went. Wade joined him, cramping himself into the too small bathroom with Logan. He pushed back the curtain of their shower, still holding out his knife.

“All clear.” Wade said, giving the room a once over. Logan grunted, leaving the bathroom and flicking off the light as he went. Wade was hot on his trial as they made their way to Al’s room. Once they were at her door, Logan opened it and flicked on the light. 

Al slept through as Wade did a quick look around, checking behind curtains and in her closet. He gave Logan a thumbs up, so Logan turned off the light and quietly closed the door. 

“Living room next.” Wade said and Logan led the way. He sniffed around again once they got there as Wade checked the window, and looked behind bookcases. Logan watched as Wade’s eyes darted around the room, not really seeing what was there. 

“All clear Bub. Kitchen is all that’s left.” Logan tried to pull Wade from checking behind the TV stand, a place that not even Mary Puppins could get behind. It took an extra moment of checking before Wade allowed himself to be guided into the kitchen. Logan sniffed around the room again as Wade opened the pantry, then looked under the table.  “All clear.” Wade swallowed hard. “I want to check on Al one more time.” 

“Yeah? Okay Bub. Okay” Logan wrapped an arm around Wade’s shoulder, the heavy weight settled around him like a scarf. They made their way into Al’s room again. Logan flicked on the light and Wade slipped from under his arm to check the closet. Then behind the curtain. Then under the bed. 

‘All clear.’ Wade mouthed to him. "It smells like old ladies in here”’ Logan rolled his eyes and motioned for Wade to leave the room. 

“I can hear you two.” Wade jumped at the sound as Al sat up. “Rough night?” 

“Somethings wrong but I don’t know what. Feels like someone is hiding in the shadows. Laughing, evilly.” Wade said flopped down on Al’s bed getting a grumpy sound from the old woman. 

“I’m not hearing any evil laughter.” She said reaching out for Wade. Her hand found his and she stroked it softly. “If there was anything wrong going on, Logan and Puppins would be barking at it.”

“I don't bark.” Logan growled out as Wade laughed.  “And what was that sound you made? Sounded like a pissed off pomeranian to me.” She let go of Wade to pat the spot beside her in bed. The Merc wiggled his way up and under the covers. He cuddled into her side, throwing an arm around her. 

“Mm smells like mothballs and old lady foot cream.” He said snuggling. 

“And you smell like death but you don’t hear me complaining.” She grumbled settling in. “Close the damn door Logan, you are letting in a draft.” He did, walking deeper into the room. Sitting down on Wade’s side of the bed, he rubbed at the back of Wade’s neck. 

“Stop taking over the bed, scoot your ass over.” He pushed on the merc, who cuddled in closer to Al. Logan got in behind Wade and threw his own heavy arm over the other. 

“The light?” Wade questioned as Logan rubbed a cold nose along the nape of the other’s neck. 

“Said the shadows were laughing, right? Can’t fucking laugh if there’s no shadows to have.” That seemed to settle Wade for the moment. And Logan was happy to have that moment.It was going to be a long night, and noone in the apartment was going to get any sleep, but for a moment, just a moment, Wade relaxed.

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It's 2:45ish, sorry for any mistakes. I have to get up in 3 hours. ha. ha. ha. Also, I'm now using the tag Mentally Unwell Wade for all my well... Mentally Unwell Wade posts. :D