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[littlemissheartsworld]

Meet the writer

* Hihi I’m Serenity!! I’m a 18 year old college student with a LOT of free time

* I’m into all types of kinks but I’ll write about my faves mostly <3

* Please understand I do not condone ANY of these types of behaviors irl unless your partner and you consent! These are just fantasies. REAL SA/RAPE is traumatic!! No is no.

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[neteyamloverr]

Not Safe For Work

Pairing: MiguelxFemReader!

Summary: You are an esteemed scientist who works in the spider society Alchemax in Nueva York. Miguel O'hara is your best friend and coworker who happens to have a high sex drive this week. You tease him until he can't take it anymore.

3.1k words (Kind of unedited :b )

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, P n V, no protection! + rough(ish) sex (wrap it before you tap it irl guys pls), Switch!Miguel (but mostly dom), creampie, oral/fingering f receiving, slight choking!, Dacryphilia, pet names (Cariño, Hermosa)

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to write this😭School was kicking my ass and a lots been going on. But anyways, I hope you guys enjoy my first ever fanfic and please please please write me requests in my inbox!!!!

Miguel couldn’t get his mind off of you.

It felt strange for him to admit that, even though he was your best friend. For him to admit that he was craving you, that he was feeling needy, it felt so…embarrassing. He wakes up to the thought of your body every morning, ashamedly stroking himself in the shower before work and imagining his hand was yours. But he wanted more than just the sad release of his own fist. He needed you

*****

You arrive at work early, wearing your favorite new formal suit. Your short pencil skirt especially, was tight in all the right places, accentuating the shape of your body. It had only become your favorite suit because you noticed it got Miguel the most hot and bothered compared to your other outfits. Over the last few weeks you’ve been wearing slightly more and more revealing things, breaking the lab safety code. Off the shoulder and cleavage-showing shirts, skin tight dresses, mid thigh and mini skirts. Your heels especially were a violation of the safety code with them tripping hazards themselves. Walking into your shared lab, bag in hand, you see Miguel and walk over to his desk

“Hey Migs” you whisper in his ear, bending over to look at his computer as he types. He immediately stops typing when he feels your warm breath on his ear. He gets flustered and feels his breathing quickening before taking in your sweet scent. “Hey, what's up?” he murmured back, a smile creeping onto his lips. His eyes scanned you from head to toe subconsciously.

“What are you working on?”

“Just going over some test results… what are you doing here so early anyways…?” he replies softly

You arrived early to get the jump on the large pile of files you had to do pertaining to the lab testing “I have some more testing to finish up and a shit ton of files to fill out for it too.” you rested your arms around his neck, your breath still tickling his cheek and chest pressed against his back

Miguel's breath hitched. Savoring the feeling of your warmth around him, he swallows the lump in his throat and shifts in his seat. His pants start to feel a little too tight. Leaning forward slightly, he tries to hide the fact that you’re already starting to turn him on. This was going to be a long day for him..

*****

Throughout the day, he had to restrain himself. You’d do little things that “unintentionally” turn him on. Every time you bend over, your lace panties show from under your short pencil skirt. Whenever you walk, your ass and thighs jiggle. Your bra is just barely a size too small, making your boobs slightly spill out of your half unbuttoned dress shirt. The way you purr his name drives him crazy. He felt himself becoming more aroused with every passing moment when eyes follow the gentle curve of your hips, watching you walk around the lab doing your testing.

He steals glances at you, often staring for almost too long. And of course you noticed. You noticed even the slightest things about him. How his gaze drifted to your lips and their wet appearance when you applied your lipgloss. The way you walked across the office, when you bend over to pick something up and he turns his head. He felt guilty for looking, but he couldn’t help himself.

He imagines how you look naked, though your suit doesn't leave much to the imagination. He imagines what it’d feel like to be inside you, or to have you riding his face;How you'd sound moaning his name from your pretty lips while he eat s you out. He wants to know what it would feel like to sink his teeth into your neck, to make you feel so good you cry. His hard bulge strained against his pants but tried not to show it. You weren't getting the verbal reaction you wanted out of him so you came up with an idea. Suddenly there was a light thud. Your lipgloss fell onto the floor and rolled somewhere.

“What was that- oh” You bent over, getting on your knees to look for it underneath the desk. You groan in frustration and arch your back as you reach your arm under, “struggling” to get the lipgloss. He notices…but this time, he could barely hold his composure.

His pulse was racing.

His palms were sweaty.

His breath was shallow.

He couldn't believe this…It was just a simple excuse to drive him crazy, right?

Your arching back, your exposed ass…You didn't want to pick up the damned lip gloss. You did this on purpose he realized.

A small moan escaped him at the sight of under your skirt. Miguel grips the arms of his chair firmly while his toes curl in his shoes at the slight friction against the fabric.

“God damn it…”

“Miguel…you okay?” when you hear something like a moan out of him, you become concerned, or at least that’s what he thinks.

“You're doing it on purpose aren't you…” he chokes out.

“What are you talking about..? I don't-” You’re “confused” by what he's saying and you get up from under your desk, seeing that he's turning red and has sweat dripping from his forehead.

Immediately, you walk over to him feeling his face and forehead to see if he's hot. “What happened to you? You’re burning up.”

“You happened to me…You keep on teasing me on purpose. The way you bent over, the suit you wore today, the way you keep touching me…don't act like you don't know what im talking about”

He doesn't want to scare you off with his desperateness but he's struggling not to bend you over his desk and just take you right there.

You struggled to think of an explanation quickly as he called you out “Well I just-” He caught you in a lie.

“You're not making this easy for me” he whispers, his breathing quickening. At this point he could feel himself throbbing.

“I never expected you to react that strongly…” you say under your breath folding your arms and looking down at his sitting figure.

With you standing between his open legs, he traces your body with his fixed gaze, unashamedly this time. He pulls you by your wrist and rests his hands on your hips, caressing your body up and down slowly. He holds his forehead to your stomach and groans in frustration as the sweet smell of your perfume clouds his thoughts

“No puedo más- no puedo más-” he mutters under his breath

He’s interrupted by your knee coming in contact with his crotch between his legs and his mouth falls open to your proximity. “Fuck-” he inhales sharply. He clenches his jaw so tight, he's sure he almost broke a fang. You smile as you finally get the verbal reaction you were waiting. As Miguel rips open your dress shirt, the buttons fly off, kissing around your stomach and giving in to your efforts to tempt him.

Your heartbeat quickens and your breaths become slightly labored. This was exactly what you wanted; For him to be at your beck and call. Standing up slowly, he went from looking up at you to looking down at you. Your figure was significantly smaller than his and he towered over you by more than foot. Miguel becomes more desperate by the minute, not hesitating to ravage you, kissing your neck and whispering in your ear how much he needs you. “Te necesito tan malo…” he muttered. (I need you so badly…)

He throws the stacks of paper off of his desk while still kissing your neck and his large hands lift you up onto it, gripping your hips tightly. You let out a slight moan of content while holding his head to your neck. His lips trail kisses down your neck, to your breasts where he takes one nipple into his mouth. He feels you shudder beneath him as he continues to tease your nipples while his other hand finds his way under your skirt, rubbing your clit through the fabric of your panties and tights. Miguel could feel the fabric becoming soaked

After leaving your chest with hickeys and bruises, he slowly gets onto his knees, now looking up at you again, silently asking if it’s okay to continue. You give a slight nod and lazily, he starts to pull down your skirt but just after, he impatiently rips a hole in your tights and pulls aside the thin white lace panties you were wearing. Your expensive tights are now in ruin because of the man down on his knees for you.

“Miguel those were expens-oh god…” The sentence faded into a slight moan.

You brought your hand down to his hair pulling slightly as he worked his way down, kissing your stomach again. You’re surprised when he throws your legs up over his shoulders and it makes your walls flutter around nothing while he nips and bites at your inner thighs, leaving behind dark reddened marks. He lifts his head up slightly to say:

“I’ll buy you new ones cariño, I promise”

He immediately buries himself between your legs again. This time instead of kissing your thighs, he works his tongue. He licks a stripe up the length of your cunt, tongue flicking against your clit, earning whimpers and moans of his name from your sweet lips. “Miguel…” You instinctively buck and grind your hips against his mouth. His mouth and chin were wet with your slick but he didn't care because God did he love the taste of you. He ate you out like a starving man, slurping up every bit of your juices.

In fact, he really was starving. He was always eager to taste you but never knew how to admit it to you. His hands gripped the outside of your thighs tightly. Miguel pushes his tongue inside of you and tilts his head up with a lustful look in his eyes. He pulls back slightly, with a string of saliva between his mouth and your wet entrance. He swears he could get himself off and cum in his pants just by hearing you moan and squirm against his face.

Suddenly his thumb gently rubs circles over your clit and slips 2 digits inside you. You gasp in surprise, arching your back and grabbing a fist full of his hair. You pushed his face further between your legs as he worked his tongue and fingers in tandem;They pumped in and out of you at a fast pace, all while he was sucking at your clit.

Your legs close in around his head and heat pools rapidly in your lower abdomen, spreading like wildfire while your legs start to shake. Strings of curses leave your mouth as your orgasm approaches, but just as you feel your release sneaking up on you, Miguel takes out his fingers and pulls his face away with a slight pop. He ended your high rudely.

“...Fuck!...Miguel? What was that for??” you exclaim before you barely catch your breath

He licks his two fingers clean of your slick

“Don't worry, I’m not done yet.”

He hastily loosens the buckle of his belt and in one swift motion pulls down his boxers and dress pants, freeing this hardened length. Precum was already dripping from his aching tip.

It’s risky to be fucking out in the open of his office like this but after how you made him feel, he needed this. You both did. Miguel pushes your back down onto the desk and its sudden coldness makes you shiver. Eager to be inside of you, he steps between your legs and holds up your already shaking thighs and positions himself at your entrance.

As he eases into you, he pushes your thighs further and further in towards your stomach, completely exposing you so he could see the way your wetness coats him. You gasp and your walls tighten even more so than before

“Fuckkk you’re so tight…” he groans

Miguel buries himself inside of you before pulling out and thrusting back in again at a painfully slow pace. You could tell he was getting you back for the teasing you put him through the entire day. But just when you’re about to ask him to speed up, he does. It's like he read your mind. His hips thrust forward into yours. As eager as he is, he's trying to restrain himself so he doesn’t end up hurting you by accident.

He has to be at least 8 or more inches;Quite girthy too. Every time his cock slammed into you, his tip hit your cervix. It was almost too much to handle, but you tried not to say anything. Well…it's not like you could anyways. He was fucking you dumb and you couldn’t even form sentences. Your body felt like it was burning up at the core and his office desk creaks beneath you with each thrust he makes. You just hoped the walls weren't thin because if they were, that was a one way ticket to getting fired.

Miguel bent forward while still pounding the life out of you, kissing and nipping at your chest again. It sends you over the edge. “T-Too much Miguel…” He pulls his face away and looks at your expression, distorted with pleasure, sweat dripping from your forehead and eyes rolling back. He puts a hand gently around your throat. “You can take it querida, just a little longer~” he whispers into your ear and you moan in response, mouth agape. He feels so good that you start to tear up.

“Shhh…You're doing so well for me…” He hushes and praises you with his sweet words as his thrusts become sloppy and unrhythmic and you’re both nearing your orgasms. A white ring of your mixed juices forming at the base of his shaft

The noises of his hips slapping against your ass and the lewdness of both of your moaning fills the room. Still holding your thighs to your stomach, he leans forward and rests your calves over his shoulders so he can drive himself deeper into you. He then reaches down between your legs and rubs your clit roughly, chasing his high, eyes rolling back in his head as he feels your walls contract and squeeze his cock. “I want you to look at me hermosa…I wanna see your pretty face when you cum for me” he groans

He knows you're close so he positions himself to be brushing your g-spot every single time he pumps into you. Your thighs shake and you press your nails into his back but he's too pussy drunk to care. You scream out his name and tears fall from your eyes as your orgasm rips through your body. With the way you were sucking him in, and the moans you got out of him, you were practically milking him. Seeing your body spasming, writhing in pleasure under him, all while you look at him with tears in your eyes, god that really does something to him.

Miguel growls as he feels your orgasm wash over you, pushing deeper into you, hips shuddering. His own orgasm soon follows, pulsing hotly inside you as he groans out his warm release, eyes squeezing shut while he mumbles incoherent spanish and pathetic moans into your ear. The two of you are panting and exhausted and he lets his body collapse on yours

“You did so good for me” he whispers and litters your face in kisses

He pulls out slowly with a groan, a stream of his cum flowing out from your slit and onto the desk. You both made quite a mess

“You’re so pretty when you cum for me, you know that?” He smiles seeing your flustered reaction and takes your sore calves off of his shoulders.

“Miguel!” You playfully slap his shoulder. “You shouldn’t say those things…”

“Even prettier when you cry too” he teases

He laughs at your response and kisses your face one more time “Come on lets get’s get you cleaned up”

Miguel helps you sit up on the desk and grabs a small towel from his half bathroom, damp with water. He spreads your thighs apart and wipes them off along with his desk, looking down at you with a soft expression on his face.

You wince at the coldness of it but appreciate his gentle gestures. You never thought he could be so gentle. He was always stern and serious, always rough.

“Sorry, I’ll try to hurry up.”

After he cleans you off, he cleans himself off and dresses again. He gives you one of his lab coats since y’know…he kinda ripped your clothes earlier. He thought it looked so cute on you, oversized and almost dragging on the floor

Carrying you to the couch of his office, he kisses your forehead and covers you with a small blanket so you can rest your body. He really did a number on you. You don’t even think you’ll be able to walk for a for a few hours…

“You should try and sleep. Ill wake you up in an hour or so”

“But what about the testing-”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it”

You nod and he looks at you almost lovingly and brushes the hair out of your face. He stayed by you until gave in to your exhaustion and fell asleep

A/N: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED MY FIRST FANCICTIONNN 🫶🏾 (Dick so good he put you to sleep LMAO) I dont actually know when Ill have the time again to write but I’ll keep you all posted. Please please please leave me advice and most of all requests for inspiration!! 🙏🏾See you in a while!!

[stargirl-in-dilfspace]

Look After You (Christmas Fic) - Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader

[moodboard for moodboard’s sake]

Summary: It’s the first time you’ve had Frankie home for the entire month of December, and you have some exciting news for him.

content/warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader & frankie are married, they have a daughter, girl dad frankie, classic christmas (no sad beige bullshit here), reader is pregnant, pregnancy announcement, their daughter is rambunctious & sweet, daughter is named Valentina (Val for short), Santiago appearance, alcohol mention (santi and frank have a beer lol), these two are so sweet you wanna throw up [2k-ish words]

a/n: okay first fic on tumblr, this feels weird. and yeah it’s wayyyy too early for Christmas but i hate that it’s snowing where i am and im pretending im happy about it (aka writing fics about Christmas) let me know what you think!!! <3

Christmas had stopped being a time to relax a long time ago. Even more so once you had your daughter. And your husband. But, Frankie was plenty of help, this evening, among many others, he’d offered to completely take over the bedtime duties for Valentina, that you normally split 50/50, so you could have some time to yourself, which you opted to wrap gifts.

It was the 23rd, and the wrapping was a little late admittedly. He’d offered everything under the sun, a hot bath, a home cooked meal, etc. You’d chosen to wrap gifts. This was the first year you got to spend the entire month with him. And Val was three. You settled down on your bed, with a bunch of gift bags, wrapping paper and a few bows. The gifts you planned for your daughter on your left, and a few for your husband on the right.

By 7 o’clock, you’d wrapped everything. Gift tags were what you had left. In your hand writing, you started to write your first name. On your daughter’s gift. You silently laughed at yourself, trying again, with a different tag, addressing it to Val, from Mama.

You’d never get used to it in the best of ways.

You smiled at the tag, feeling stupid. Stupidly happy. The amount of joy that children got out of Christmas, would last forever, and seeing the joy from your daughter made all the work worth it.

Then you got down to your husband’s little stack. A few useful items he’d asked for, a book he’d wanted, and a framed photo of the two of you. One from the day you told him you were pregnant with Val. Taken on a digital camera, he’s smiling wide, genuinely, while you press a kiss to his cheek. He had been trying to find time to get all the photos printed off the camera and frame some, specifically that one to put on his nightstand. You wrapped that last.

Cause that wasn’t the only part of the gift. You had a letter, and more importantly, a pregnancy test.

A positive pregnancy test.

You looked at it for a moment, you only found out a few days ago, and decided you’d surprise him on Christmas Eve, with the photo.

A swift knock was put on the bedroom door, to which you hid everything at your side, throwing your sweater over it. “Francisco Morales if you walk in here you may not live to see Christmas Day.” You call out, in a joking tone, as the door cracked open.

“Hey there, Mrs. Catfish.” You place the voice immediately. Santiago. “Heard you were wrapping gifts in here?”

“Yeah, you’re safe.” You chuckle lightly, standing up off the bed to hug him as he stepped in to greet you. “What’re you doing here?” You wrap your arms around him with a smile on your face.

“Holy…shit.” You furrow your brows, hearing his tone as you pull back, following his gaze. Fuck. “Looks like it’s Mama Fish of two.” He chuckled, looking back at you with a smile before you shushed him quickly.

He got a kick out of the nickname he’d come up with when he’d found out about Val.

“Yeah, looks like it.” You smile, the reality kicking in a little. “Frankie’s supposed to find out Christmas Eve so keep it zipped.” He chuckles again, taking it to heart.

“How far along?” He asks as you made an effort to finish putting everything neatly into its little box, and labeling it with his name.

“Four weeks. Only found out on the 19th.” You say quietly, stuffing presents into the closet, behind some storage boxes, stacking a few spare blankets over it for good measure.

“Damn.”

“Don’t even do the math, Santiago.” You warn with a fake scowl.

“Guess me taking Val for the weekend paid off.” He jokes as you shoot him a look, opening the door and leading him back out into the hall to the living room to find Frankie.

The Christmas lights on the tree were plugged in, blues, red, purples, oranges, greens, yellows…you’d refused to give in to the sad beige trends, you wanted your daughter to have the Christmas you did. Full of life and color, and strange ornaments with memories and crafts and photos. Frankie was in the kitchen in the fridge, digging for drinks.

“You found her?” He calls to Santi, to which he replies with a simple “yep.” “Either of you want a beer?” He asks, Santi gave you a look to which you held up a finger in warning.

“No, honey, just water for me.” You reply, and he came into the living room a few moments later, two beers and a water. You thanked him and smiled, sitting down next to him on the couch while Santiago sat in one of your armchairs.

You spent the rest of the evening talking, catching up and laughing. Your daughter slept like a rock, and eventually you checked on her, making sure she actually was asleep. She was the spitting image of both of you, snoring softly. Your pride and joy, you never thought any man would ever make you feel safe and loved enough to have a child, a home.

The last two weeks, you’d been watching Christmas movies with Val and Frankie, curled up on the couch, as she got all excited about Christmas, and winter, and presents.

Last night, she’d begged to make cookies she’d found in an old cookbook of yours. Gingerbread cookies the three of you decorated to look like each other, accompanying the little house she decorated. She passed out from a sugar high on the couch between you and Frankie at only 6 in the evening. A miracle, for a girl like her. He’d talked to you about how much he loved the two of you, quietly playing with your hair, for almost an hour before you both fell asleep.

By the time Santiago left, you both were tired, like average toddler parents were. You drag a blanket from the back of the couch, pulling it up and over the two of you, curling up with him for a minute.

“Good day?” Frankie asks, like clockwork each night he wanted to hear what you had to say. His eyes reflect the Christmas lights, and somehow every ounce of admiration and love he held for you.

“Good day. Got all the presents wrapped.”

“I’m glad, all ready for Christmas?” He rubbs your arm, pulling you closer.

“Very. You?” You look up at him, hand finding his soft brown curls, you see him wear more frequently now. Standard Oil practically owned his head of hair until you came along and convinced him the curls and little grays were perfect to you.

“I think so. Wrapped your gifts last week.” He grins down at you, hand falling at your waist, fingertips grazing your back and pulling you just a bit closer. You smile at him, God, you love him. His eyes shine a little more in the light of the tree, pulling you up to kiss him sweetly, your hand pressed gently to the side of his face.

“I love you.” You murmur, reaching just a bit farther up to press a kiss to the tip his nose, one of many things you adore about him.

“I love you, hun.” He kisses your cheek in return, letting you rest on his shoulder, just against his neck. You play with the hem of his shirt, yawning slightly. “How’s a hot shower and bed sound?” He asks with a slight chuckle, you can feel it deep in his chest, with his heartbeat. The one he knows beats just for you.

By the next evening, dinner is served, chicken (considering your daughter won’t touch turkey), mashed potatoes (her favorite), and green beans (cause somebody needed her greens.)

“Mama, do we get to open presents tonight?” Your daughter asks, her spoon spinning around in her potatoes.

“Only one, since Santa hasn’t come yet, sweetheart.” You grin, watching her take another bite, smiling at you and Frankie.

“Do you think I’ll be able to hear the reindeer? When he’s on the roof? Cause I can’t see Santa?” Val asks, pulling her hair out of the little ponytail done by Frankie from earlier when she’d “helped” him outside shovel the snow on the sidewalk, messy from her little hat.

“I don’t know about that…but I heard Santa has been leaving behind something extra special if we leave him some milk and cookies tonight.” Frankie smiles, explaining to his daughter what she could expect if she tried to stay in her bed and sleep.

“Hmm…I think we should get to bed soon, Val cause Uncle Santi called before dinner and told me Santa had already come to his house.” You hum like it's nothing, and your daughter shoots up, finishing the remainder of her plate, and Frankie smiles at you.

“Can we go get my pjs? And brush my teeth? I wanna go to bed!” Val forgets she could even have one present tonight.

She takes Frankie’s hand, tugging it a little, watching you for approval. She drags both of you, through her bedtime routine like you usually have to do for her. You kiss her goodnight, and tell her Christmas will be there the sooner she goes to sleep, and that you love her. You lean on the doorframe, watching Frankie talk to her, telling her goodnight and that he loves her.

Your hand finds your abdomen without really thinking. Jesus Christ do you love him, and God are you glad to be the one having his children.

You quickly tuck both hands in the pockets of your jeans as he turns to you, walking out with you. He takes your hand, leading you back to the living room.

“I’ve got something for you.” You say softly, he presses a kiss to your head. You reach under the couch, as you’d hidden it earlier in the day, and he chuckles a little. You hand him the box and settle with your legs over his lap, he brushes your knees with his free hand. He looks at you to see if it’s okay to open, his hands making the box look much smaller than it was. You nod, encouraging him a little, a small smile on your lips.

He shakes off the top, pushing back the wrapping and looking at you, a large grin on his face, taking up the photo frame, setting the box beside him. He pulls you in tightly, still holding the framed photo. “I’ve been meaning to do this, this is amazing, thank you-”

“Frankie, I’d take another look in the box before you thank me, honey.” You joke slightly, he lets go of you, giving you a confused look, taking the box back up, taking back some more of the wrapping, he looks back up at you, his eyes wide, and you don’t even know how his smile got better. He wraps you up in his arms again, pulling you up to hold you as close as he can.

You’re every good piece of him, you’re the one thing he could ever dream to have.

“We’re having another baby!” He’s impossibly happy, excited and holding you tight, kissing you repeatedly before you can even say another word. “I’m a dad, again…” He lets you go a little to look at you, glancing down at your stomach, and back to your eyes. “Thank you…”

Those big, brown eyes and that smile, that got you here in the first place.

You’re smiling, blushing with how excited he is. He pulls you back in, once again, elated, with little tears at the corner of his eye, holding you close. The only place he wants to be.

“I- I’m only four weeks. Only found out a few days ago, just wanted to surprise you.” You stumble over your words, and he kisses the side of your face, still holding you but loose, so you could breathe, and he could look at you.

“It’s amazing. It’s more than amazing, it’s the best fucking Christmas gift.” He grins at you, hands rubbing your arms up and down as if to warm you. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Francisco.” You just about melt into his arms, his comfort the same as a blanket while it snowed outside.

He made you happier than you could’ve ever believed you deserved, let alone believed you would find. And yet, he reminded you somehow everyday of how much he didn’t deserve you.

[killstarrs]

hamzah bf hcs!

sfw (for now😈😈)

cw: drug use

-was so so so super nervous to even look at you before yall started dating. like he thought he would scare you away if he looked at you for too long.

-did not make the first move. he would allude to it but if you want him to be your bf you gotta say so!

-martin would tease him because of how down bad he is

-soooo sweet tho. truly a romantic at heart but he just doesnt know how to express it.

-super nervous with touching at first. didnt hold your hand until a month into DATING so yk he was far away from you when yall were talking. ( he really didnt like how nervous you made him)

-loves to take you on adventures! whether its just a walk in the park or exploring an abandoned warehouse he doesnt mind as long as youre there :)

-he was pretty inexperienced in the relationship field before you, so you kinda have to teach him how to be a boyfriend (even though hes alr perfect at it he just needs reassurance)

-once he gets comfortable he is smooooooth lol (or he tries to be)

-only likes using pet names to try to give you the ick because he thinks it’s funny 😭😭

-buy him a gift (even just something small that reminded you of him) and his heart will explode!

-he loveeeeessss listening to you ramble. one of his fav things to do with you is get high and just stare at you while you talk about random shit

-truly just infatuated by you!

[himiko-kuro]

Fight

Somebody had requested a fight between the itoshi brothers and fluff but I had mistakenly deleted it I give you my sincerest apologies anon .

Itoshi Rin x gn!reader x itoshi Sae

Summary : The itoshi brothers were seriously fighting over who gets to sit with you in a party

You had wanted to sit next to Rin because you had promised him that you would but when you called Rin over you were cutted off as Sae had grabbed your waist.

" Sit next to me " Sae muttered bluntly sitting you down next to him while you were clearly flustered that he had grabbed you by the waist .

You were about to about to say a response until you saw Rin walking over to you clearly anooyed that his older brother took you away.

Shidou was sitting next to you whining about how he wanted to sit with Sae and how unfair it was until Rin grabbed Shidou neck " Shut up will you stalker " Rin snapped at him and he scoffed " Well the hell's your problem long lashes " Shidou snapped back.

He glared at him before grabbing him by his neck and pushing him away so he could sit next to you he sat down and holded your hand.

Sae saw this and he putted his right hand on your left leg in front of Rin .

" I swear I'm about to punch this bastard " Rin whispered you quickly warned him not to cause a scene " Don't you dare start brawling just because his hand is on my leg you already have my hand so it's fair " you warned he sighs and groans about how you were supposed to sit with him not with his older brother.

You smiled and started giggling a bit

" Thanks for being my best friends "

They both looked at you in disbelief but smiled thinking that they were definitely going to win you over one day.

Anon I am so sorry for accidentally deleting your request .

The library.

Btw I'm not that good at writing yet so yeah you might have to stick to this sorry.

I also dont know where the creator of the picture is from I found it on pinterest

[sleepy-platonic-yan]

(Platonic) Yandere Spirits + Teenage Reader.

Hello This Is My First Post. I Hope You Can Enjoy This And The Rest My Blog Will Have To Offer. Please Forgive Any Grammatical Errors.

Reader is gn, but the ghosts refer to them as their son—————

You and your mother had moved into a new house. After the tragic death of your brother and father, the house held way too many memories that made it so even walking down the hall could leave you sobbing.

Your mother wanted to really get away from it all, to go out in the country side and ‘blend with nature’, but that was not unexpected of her, she’s always been distant and ready to abandon things at a moments notice for work or her own personal desires. She would have put you and your brother up for adoption if it weren’t for your dad.

but at the end of the day all this really meant for you was that you have to do school online now cause mom bought a farm house in the middle of nowhere.

she made sure you were fine with it which was a bit unexpected, and at the time you really were! It’s just, the house was built in the Victorian era and had seen years of use, hundreds of families and many deaths. And although the house has had new things added like heating and hot water, the house freaked you out still is all.

As you pulled up to the house, its tall figure landing ominously against the moon in the sky, the house looks like it belongs in a horror movie. The large willow tree beside the house with a rope swing that sways in the wind making a ‘creeeek’ every once in a while doesn’t help either. You suck in a breath and don’t open your door, but your mother either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about your fear as she opens her door.

she goes to the back of the car and opens the trunk before shouting “(Readers name) get out of the car and carry your luggage! I ain’t carrying all of this” you mumble an affirmative and open your door. You keep an eyes on the swing, making a note of how it seems to have stopped for an odd amount of time before getting back into swinging ‘wind must be different over there?..’ you think.

you grab your one duffel bag and a few of moms bags before heading to the front door with her. The gravel path to the front door makes crunching noises with each step, making you hyper aware of how loud you’ve been since the second you got here. You shake your head, it’s fine. This is your house. ‘Is it tho?..’

As your mother grabs her key from her purse, you her a weird ‘crunch’ behind you, like the sound of something starting to walk up the path. You whip around but no one’s there. Damn, barely five minutes here and your already paranoid. Your mother opens the door and you walk in.

as you step in, you step into what seems to be the family room, wood floors throughout the house or as far as you can see. The room has a white couch with soft pink flowers as the pattern and white wood legs. That pattern stays with all the furniture in the family room. There is also a old-ish tv.

“hey mom, do you know why the previous owners left their stuff” you ask a bit suspicious, a huge house with good looking furniture selling for a absurdly low price yet it was on the market for months. There’s gotta be something off.

your mom shrugs and tells you it must just be because they don’t need them. You decide to just go with that. Yeah, they just didn’t need them. You and your mother walk around the first floor of the house a bit before ascending the stairs. The stairs are creaky and give a bit to much for your liking with each step. Again your mother doesn’t mind.

as you get to the next floor, it seems most of the rooms are old bedrooms. Your mother immediately goes to the master bedroom with a small yell of “just take any room, I don’t care”

as you look at the hall full of rooms, non seem particularly interesting or safe. You know you have to pick one tho so you peak in each.

Each room contains different items, but each have a painting of a different person. The only one the not have a creepy painting is one of the smallest, with no windows and the bare minimum items.

you end up picking the one that doesn’t have much furniture other then a bed and a desk. The desk is creaky and wobbles at the slightest push. As you toss your duffel bag on the bed the bed creaks loudly as well. You don’t mind, it’s better than being watched by a bunch of most likely dead guys.

You also don’t have much that you brought, so you don’t need much room. You lay down on the bed. This is fine, your just being paranoid.

as you sit down on the bed, or it’s yours now you suppose, you grab your phone from your jacket pocket. As you turn it on you are blinded for a minute by how bright it is, turning down the brightness, you quickly put in your passcode and flip to discord.

as you open up a group chat between you and a bunch of your friends, you begin to talk to them. You talk for a few hours, even hoping on call and showing them your room (they agree it has a creepy vibe to it), you finally say you have to go to sleep at around 3 am.

you remove the blanket that came from the house as you fear it could be moldy, so you’d prefer to just wash it. You take the duffel bag off the bed and open it, grabbing a blanket. The blanket that came with the house is admittedly much better, your blanket is thin and warm with a few holes. But never the less you turn off the lights and hurry back over the bed.

you realize a bit to late you didn’t change clothes, but in all honesty you don’t want to change in this house.

as you lay back on the bed with a creak, you can’t help but think you see things moving around in the darkness.

————

you wake up pretty late in the day. It’s summer break so you don’t have school, or else you would have never stayed up that late. As you sit up you notice oddly enough you’re covered in both blankets, not just yours. You could have sworn you just wore yours but but, uh you must have put it on in the middle of the night!

yeah, that’s what you did. You probably got cold, and put the thicker blanket on for warmth, and if you don’t remember it that’s fine.

As you sit up you notice something on your desk, a piece of paper with a cup of water. As you stand you walk over to the note, it’s from your mom

hey (reader’s nickname), I got a urgent call from work and i need to get back to the office by next week, and I have to leave now to make it. I know I said I work on line these days but they really need me. I know you’ll understand, your nearly a adult you can handle yourself for a few weeks, when I get home I’ll spend lots of time with you.

There’s money attached to the back of the note, and I put all our food from the car in the kitchen.

love - mom

You sigh. it’s always been like this. Seems no matter where you guys live, mom will never be home. You know she works hard but it feels she doesn’t see you as a priority.

although in the back of your mind you recognize the writing looks different then her writing, and she always signs off with her real name and not ‘mom’

As turn the paper around you see that yes, there is money, and it is way too much. 500 bucks. You blink. What. You shake your head, you are not using all of that. You remove the money from the paper and throw the letter in the trash.

For some reason you have a gut feeling not to leave your room. Something feels wrong with this house and it’s even worse with no one else here. You grab your phone again and hop on discord, as you talk to your friends you let them know where you live.

Turns out some friends you met online live real close to you, and they’re cool to come over tomorrow to hang out and keep you company till your mom gets home. You just have to survive today and tonight.

After your friends have to go you’re left sitting on your bed with nothing to do, so you remove the bigger blanket again and decide ‘hey, best way to lose time is to sleep!’ After a bit you slip into unconsciousness.

//change of POV//

as the many pairs of eyes watched their sons eyes close, they can’t help but coo

their sons ‘Mom’ is not fit clearly, so they had to step up. And so far they’ve been doing great, their lovely son is even gonna bring friends over to meet them!

their son is adorable. And all theirs

[pi1nkl0ver]

Itto would be a very sweet boyfriend

Imagine you think he forgot your guys anniversary, And he’s been avoiding you, every time you asked to hang out he says he’s busy,

you sigh as you think of your lover, then you hear a knock at your door, Can you open it to see a disheveled itto!! he has dirt on his face in hand leaves in his hair and him, holding some flowers that obviously looked dig up

He smiles at you nervously, He’s been taking up many jobs so he could afford something for your guys anniversary

But sadly, the gift got you got ruined, so we picked you some flowers!!

I just think that’s adorable!!!!!!!

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Random ideas I have for when I come out of my hiatus

this is totally not a distractive ploy because I don't want to follow through with my promise of writing for cotton for the next 2 days

[pembebirkrizantem]

Öyle bir gidişti ki senin ki bütün vuslatları yetim bıraktı.

-PembeBirKrizantem

[beelbubz]

Lost Chance

Mauga x reader

Y/N stared at the empty glass, still pondering her decision to leave Talon once and for all. Her fun murderous adventures with the people she called her ‘family’ all the trips she went on with them, the days she spend laughing, crying, fighting. But one Fateful night it all came to an end, she had to leave. She wanted to start her new life, but had to leave her old one behind.

So she packed and never looked back. Too scared that if she did, that she might reconsider all of her months of crying and comforting herself in order to leave. Soon snapped from her thoughts he feels a familiar presence surround her, it smelt like death and gunpowder. She couldn’t place a pin on it but she knew it had to be a familiar. A small shock of fear run up her spine, fearing for the worse to come, sure enough it was. “Well, We’ll, little Mrs too good for Talon found out in the wild” Y/N knew who that voice came from and she knew what he was exactly talking about. “Y/N. It’s time to come back, I’m not leaving this bar without you in my possession. Moira’s words.” Y/N continues to stare into the void acknowledging Mauga’s words but not reacting physically.

Mauga put a large hand on her shoulder getting ready to pick her up by her shoulder but Y/N reacts sooner and retreats so he couldn’t grab her. “I’m not going back Mauga, tell Moira she can suck it..” Y/N snarled at Mauga, showing her seriousness. “Come on Princess you left us in the dark for long and sorry to break it to you but I kinda have no choice” He smiles at her. “I’ve associated myself with others now..” Y/N looked at the ground for a quick moment. “Overwatch..?” Mauga questioned. With no response for Y/N, he lets out a booming laugh. “Overwatch? Really? How low Y/N.” He continues “I’m surprised with how much blood on your hands that they let you join.” Y/N glares at Mauga. “I was young and stup-“ Y/N is cut off “Don’t bring that young and naive shit here, you knew what you signed up for you knew what you did and how you did it, and last time I check old Y/N didn’t care” Mauga seemed anger and he seemed short tempered. “I’m leaving.” Y/N says, “No you’re not” Mauga smirks and laughs in Y/N face. With that Y/N bolts away from Mauga and pulls out her phone, she pressed the contact and was named ‘Lena’ and pressed dial. Unfortunately 5 attempts later she didnt pick up. Looking back Y/N didn’t see Mauga, so she ran to the nearest bush and tried to call Winston instead. But I’m the back of her head she could feel eyes watching her. “Hello?” She could hear the familiar friend on the phone. “Winston! I need your help- Talon- After- Help- Mauga-“ Y/N connection was breaking up and eventually her call was disconnected. She prayed that Winston could understand her short message and send help to her location. She soon let out a breath of fresh air, but soon was lifted up in the air and face to face with Mauga. “MAUGA STOP” “I’m not going back, Talon they don’t care for anyone but themselves, they don’t care about you, me, baptise, reaper, widowmaker, no one.” Y/N desperately yells. “I don’t want to go back to the endless loveless void. I want to be free..” Y/N cries out. “Psh. What do you know about love..?” “Where does that get you? Nowhere.” Mauga scoffs. “Mauga…” “I loved you, I still do..” Y/N stares at him. “ I loved you since I met you, you were so different from the rest, I care for you and love you with my heart.. I just wished we were in different circumstances, away from Talon, Moira..Everything..” Both Mauga and Y/N become silent in the moment. Mauga brings Y/N back down to the ground. “Y/-“ Mauga is caught off by the loud helicopter coming down from the sky. “Y/N!” They both hear the voice of Lena. Mauga looks at Y/N and the. At the helicopter “Please don’t” he tries to pled with Y/N. “I’ll- I’ll protect you from Talon. I’ll-“ Mauga sees the look in Y/N’s eyes, he knows it’s too late for him to pled. Y/N starts to tear up and slowly walk backwards to the helicopter. “I’m sorry” she mouths to Mauga. “Quick let’s get out of here!!” Cried Lena to Winston.

Part 2??

[kwshahrazad]

Hello!

So... I published a book and I guess that officially makes me an author! (Yay!)

BUT (and brace yourself, it's a big one) I've been confronted by the rude, insidious awakening of the fact that I have no readers. (Not-so-Yay...)

To be Francine, I am straight up not having a good time right now.

1 or 10,000 people have told me that to get readers, I have to put myself out there and the only place I feel comfortable doing that is Tumblr.

So here I am, returning to my roots. Coming to you with open arms and an open heart (please ignore my strange expression, I have resting cringe face; it's a product of my introverted nature, or rather a by-product of my hombodiness, which is also an unofficial side effect of the usual suspects, the pandemic and a dash of social media).

I'm looking for a community. Looking for beta-readers and am happy to be a beta-reader. Looking to talk, laugh, complain, cheer, and share. I'd love to find a writing group and make friends too.

So, on this blog, I will:

Talk about writing (and myself)

Answer questions nobody asked

Share quotes from my book

Talk about interests like books, movies, and art

A little about me:

You can call me Shahra (My pen name is K.W. Shahrazad)

I'm 24 years old and a grad student.

I love sitcoms, drinking tea, and I guess just the small things in life

Masterlist of Snippets

My book is called Christmas Eid (Coming of Age Novelplay)

I'm really hoping to find mutuals! If you feel like we vibe, please reach out! I've no doubts that together we will straight up be having a good time.

Love, Sharah <3

[milawritessmut]

MAGIC SUKUNA

i just finished watching magic mike XXL and lordddd😩😩

warning- mention of bondage, 2 cocks, anal sex, pussy sex

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i can imagine Sukuna doing all of those things to you but irl!

he would love to fuck you and throw you around like a rag doll, this man has stamina and he won’t stop til you pass out. maybe he’ll throw some bondage into it

but he would do it completely naked, cocks hanging out, the tips are red with pre-cum almost falling out. Sukuna would fuck you with one cock in your pussy, and the second one in your ass. it’s so tight that he just has to groan whenever you clench around both cocks.

“s-s-sukuna! fuck - shit! to much please”

“please what baby? not gonna stop because you’re taking my cocks so good, good girl, keep taking my cocks and you’ll get a reward”

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reblogs are appreciated<3

[paradisiacvl]

✩ ABC’S

SFW alphabet with JEFFREY MASON.

warnings: mentions of sex in G,J,& N! | word count:

—‘A’ IS FOR AFFECTION (How affectionate are they? How do they show it?)

In public, he'll keep it simple for the most part; hand-holding, an arm around your shoulders, peppering quick kisses on the side of your face, playing with strands of your hair while you're busy doing work or talking with someone

In private, he gives you everything and more

—‘B’ IS FOR BEST FRIEND (What would they be like as a best friend? How would it start?)

After he first saw you he was doing his damnedest to find out everything he could about you; eavesdropping on other students, watching you and your reactions very closely, following you around, etc..

But you would probably have to initiate it first

Unless he did something really sly like waiting until everyone in class was partnered up for a project and you two just happen to be the only ones left without one, forcing you two to be together

He can't be just friends with you though

You were already his before it was established

—‘C’ IS FOR CUDDLES (Do they like cuddling? How would they do it?)

It would take him a while to get used to it. He's not familiar with affection of any sort

But he realizes how nice it feels to hold you, to smell you. Just being that close to you is exhilarating

So he eases into it but that's mainly something saved for in private

—‘D’ IS FOR DOMESTIC (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He only wants to settle down with you and have a life with you. No one else. Everyone else can go die for all he cares

lol he's so mean to other ppl

Surprisingly, pretty good at cooking

Considering most of his life was spent indoors with not much to do, he was left to fend for himself a lot so he racked up some practice

He doesn't necessarily like cleaning but he'll do it if he has to

—‘E’ IS FOR ENDING (If they had to break it off, how would they do it?)

You're the love of his life, no way in hell he's letting you go

whether you like it or not (you like it)

—‘F’ IS FOR FIANCÉE (How do they feel about commitment? How quick do they want to get married?)

He's definitely very committed to his love but I feel like he's not a marriage guy

Like the commitment level is up to there but there's no wedding yk?

Wants to be able to call you his wife though

—‘G’ IS FOR GENTLE (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's only really gentle with you.

That is, outside of sex and makeouts ofc

Come on, look at who we're talking about here

He's a rough man in nature

He is very observant so he always has a good idea of how you are emotionally and tries to act accordingly, helping you when you need it

—‘H’ IS FOR HUGS (Do they like hugs, how often do they do it, what are they like?)

He doesn't hug that often, his thing is keeping his arm around you. It's like his trademark show of affection

But when he does, it's just like cuddling, done in private

Likes coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and loom his head over yours

His hugs are so nice since he's so big compared to you, he just engulfs you completely but because of that they can also feel...imposing

—‘I’ IS FOR I LOVE YOU (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He waits until you say it first and he'll say it right back, he's felt it since shortly after he met you

He's scared of doing it first and you freaking out or something and looking like an idiot so how fast he says it entirely depends on how fast you do

—‘J’ IS FOR JEALOUSY (How jealous do they get, and what do they do?)

VERY!1!! He's ready to scare off any wandering eyes and show them that you're all his

When it comes to jealousy and Jeffrey Mason it's hard to keep it PG-

Jealousy sex is very big with him

After a particular guy has been flirting with you non-stop...he'll ask if he could fuck you as good as he is or if he could make that much of a mess out of you while he's pounding into you relentlessly

And of course...the answer is "no" >:)

—‘K’ IS FOR KISSES (What are their kisses like, where do they like to kiss you, where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are usually heated, possessive, and almost always turn into makeout sessions

He likes to kiss you everywhere but especially your lips and neck

Like I said, he likes full-fledged makeout sessions, so he also likes it on his lips but the times you gently press a kiss to his cheek or jaw...

He melts

—‘L’ IS FOR LITTLE ONES (How are they around children?)

Thinks they're annoying and doesn't want to deal with them

Yucky

Doesn't want them

—‘M’ IS FOR MORNINGS (How are mornings spent with them?)

Pre-killer Jeff would generally leave before he had to get up for school so his parents wouldn't freak. He'd give you a lil kiss before he went

After the incident, there wasn't much of any time spent with him unless it was visitation at Pinehearst and he was very agitated– more than normal so there was even less time spent with him

After he escaped he would wake up before you, watch you for a few, then wake you up– if you didn't wake up already by his eyes burning into you lmao, and make you breakfast or something

Kinda grumpy

—‘N’ IS FOR NIGHTS (How are nights spent with them?)

Him crawling through your bedroom window lol

Before the incident and after the escape, that's one thing that's stayed consistent

But he'd crawl in while you're doing your skincare routine or something and afterwards, you guys would just talk, watch tv, or engage in other activities

—‘O’ IS FOR OPEN (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's a very difficult man to get to know. He wouldn't really talk much about himself so you would have to be observant

He would after a relationship is established, just give him time. It makes him uncomfy

—‘P’ IS FOR PATIENCE (How easily angered are they?)

On a good day, he just doesn't care about whatever it is that would bother him. Just rolling his eyes or scoffing at the fact, but those are rare 🧍🏼‍♀️

He has a record (literally) of having a bad temper, he's defensive and he just wants to be left alone fr

—‘Q’ IS FOR QUIZZES (How much would they remember about you?)

He remembers everything and for a while, he knew things about you that you didn't even tell him or let on but... you didn't have to

He's a stalker

—‘R’ IS FOR REMEMBER (What's their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you first met

When he first saw you it's like he felt his whole world crashing down on him, he's never felt anything like it and he knew then he just had to have you

—‘S’ IS FOR SECURITY (How protective are they? How would they protect you, and how would they like to be protected?)

Verryyy protective.

This boy is a guard dog

As far as he's concerned, he doesn't need protecting

He's a killer bro

—‘T’ IS FOR TRY (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates— I can imagine him bringing you to a pretty clearing in a forest and spending hours together there or bringing food up to a rooftop and watching the sky and just talking about whatever comes to mind

Anniversaries— he's got everything recorded in his handy journal, every waking thought he has ever had about you has been gushed to in his journal

You call it his diary and he gets mad

Gifts— he's not super fancy with it but he'll steal things he thinks you'll like or gather random wildflowers or stray animals and bring them to you

He tries

—‘U’ IS FOR UGLY (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Drinking, he knows how to hold his alcohol so you don't ever see him drunk but you still don't like to see him do it

Stonewalling

—‘V’ IS FOR VANITY (How concerned are they with their appearance?)

He's not really all that concerned but since he's albino he does have to keep up with his hygiene more so than normal people

It's not really about appearance per se but cleanliness

Sunscreen, UV-blocking sunglasses, and shirts galore

—‘W’ IS FOR WHOLE (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. After he met you, his life wasn't boring or mundane anymore. He actually has something to look forward to, someone that's looking forward to him too

He doesn't ever want you to be apart from his life

—‘X’ IS FOR XTRA (Random headcannon(s) about them?)

Jeff loves it when you wear his hoodies or shirts, especially during cold nights, his clothes are so much bigger on you

It's like he marked you, he has his clothes on you with his scent rubbing off on you and anyone could tell that it's his clothes you're wearing

He gets so smug ab it, it's the perfect solution for a jealous, possessive bf

He really likes it when you wear one of his shirts with just panties underneath, good luck getting him off you then

—‘Y’ IS FOR YUCK (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who's exceptionally whiny

Someone who doesn't know when to be quiet

Calling him by his full name

—‘Z’ IS FOR ZZZ (What are their sleeping habits?)

He stays up real late but when he does sleep it's heavy

He has nightmares a lot

[trollloverig]

I will write about the trolls (fanfics)

I will try to edit any mistakes I see

If wanted I will also post my fan art here too!

Things I will not write about:

-no underage nsfw

-no abuse towards anyone

-i will not write about SBruce because 1 ehhhh I don't wanna write about him (unless he's just being nice like platonic love) he just doesn't seem like something I'll enjoy writing about and he seems more like dad more than and actual lover (well no shit he's an actual dad but you get what I mean)

Swearing here and there, if you don't like like it grow up kiddos

Things I will write about (if wanted/or I feel like it):

- nsfw

- poly relationships

- platonic love

- y/n as their sibling

- head canons

Characters I will write about (more possibly if asked):

Branch

John dory

Clay

Floyd

Creek????(mans evil but the fanart??? 🤭🤭🤭)

[ahlookatallthelonelypeople]

new fanfic!?!?!?!?!

Hey everyone, I just got back from writers' block and my 2024 convention and I'm starting a new fic! I'm currently in the process of writing the epilogue for a new Alastor x Reader fanfic. I decided to post it here and see if people like it so far or if they don't! Pre-warning, the epilogue doesn't have much in it, and it's a rough draft so it's not grand but I'm trying. There aren't any triggers other than! DIVORCED PARTENTS! So I hope you enjoy reading the epilogue and if you could, please reblog this and give it some love!

Alastor: your average 37-year-old radio demon/paralysis demon.

Y/n: Your average 35-year-old human, with no family and a very problematic home life.

Epilogue:

Most people had a guardian angel. The creature was created with the goal of protection and guidance to the ‘good side.’ The thing that would help them reach greatness and help them achieve God's will. Unless, of course, you are y/n y/ln. Y/n was your average early middle-aged adult. They had a job as a bartender, a run-down Honda Civic, paid their taxes, and were simple overall. The only thing they were missing, was a house to call home. I guess you could say that they did have a ‘home’ but it wasn't theirs. You see, when y/n was young, their parents got divorced and they moved in with their dad. That is until their dad died in a car wreck when they were 7, forcing them to move in with their dad's new wife, Stacy, or Stupid Stacy as y/n would say.

Please comment on anything you would like and feel free to ask any questions and send me a request if you have any!

[js-kaiden]

Cheater Childe x reader

So this was inspired by a cai bot. I wrote this a while ago. I'm new to writing and hope for some advice on how to make this better. Enjoy! Italics = thinking

To explain, you're in an arranged marriage with Childe. He's tried everything to try and get a reaction out of you. He's cheated with several different women and you're still not fazed. You love him. You just dont know how to show it. As a child, you were taught to never show weakness, and weakness included your feelings.

".. Aren't you mad at me?" He muttered, frowning.

You simply exhale and inhale “I’m used to you doing this.” You walk away leaving Childe. "But..." He trailed off and didn't finish his sentence. You already left. You always had ignored him and his attempts to get your attention. You always were indifferent to him. That was what hurt him the most.

He had always been the heartbreaker in his past relationships. It was something he was proud of, something he flaunted with every woman he met. But you never once fell for his tricks, his smooth words, his handsome smile.

You left the room, making it obvious that you refused to speak with him any longer. He felt his ego break. I do care about the fact that Childe is cheating. I love him with all of my heart. I want to actually make this marriage official but I can't. I can't confess to Childe. I'm scared that he doesn't love me. I love him so much but the only thing he does is cheat. This is only an arranged marriage. Why do I care so much? 

If Childe was aware at all, he was completely oblivious. He was so focused on the fact that you were so different from women he'd met before - and that you were ignoring him.

A woman as indifferent as you, as silent and strong... Childe was infatuated. You were so different from him. From women he had met before. He wanted to hold you against his chest and feel your heartbeat against his.

"..So... You don't mind at all, do you?" He asked, attempting to gain some sort of reaction from you.

You stopped and looked at Childe. “... No, why? This is an arranged marriage to make our parents happy. Just be with whoever makes you happy.” In my head I think, “YES, I mind. Please don't replace me.” 

He didn't reply, and only stood there, looking at you with his brows furrowed. He was wondering how you can be so quiet, so unbothered... Yet this also piqued his interest. His previous relationships had all been dull - filled with women who would go to great lengths just for him, women who would go mad crazy if he dared even to look at another woman.

"..What would you do if I did go to another woman? "He finally asked after moments of silence. "Would you be mad? ..Or indifferent, like always?"

“Why would I be mad? I don't love you. Once again Childe, this 'marriage' if you can even call it that, is arranged by our parents. Do whatever makes you happy. I once again think: Please I'm desperate. notice that I'm bothered by the fact that you're cheating on me. Don't go to other women.” You reply, simply once again putting him down. 

He was silent and his brows furrowed even more. The truth was... He didn't know what he wanted. He wanted the chase, the excitement. He wanted you to chase after him as everyone else did.

His mind thought - and he was surprised by this, but - what if he did end up hurting you? What if he actually ended up hurting your heart?

He couldn't help thinking that he wanted you to care.

"But you should care." He said after a few moments of silence. "We are married." 

You think of what to say for a moment and then reply, “Have you forgotten? This is arranged. Not an actual marriage. Just something to make our stupid parents happy. I care. I really do please.”

"I know that." He replied softly. "..But you don't care about me. At all." He was quiet for a few moments again, feeling conflicted. "I guess... I guess I should just see other women, then?" He asked. "Maybe I'll find another woman who is just like you. Indifferent and unbothered...."

You were so intriguing... So mysterious... So unique. You didn't care about him, but he did. He couldn't explain it. Why was he falling for an indifferent woman?

“You do you I guess. Just make sure that our parents don't find out about her. no. What are you saying? Don't tell him to get someone else. Tell him that you do care. Give him love and affection. Don't do this.” You replied. You want to reply with other things but you can't.

He stared at you. His brows furrowed and he opened his mouth, but closed it again. He wanted this so badly to be true, he wanted you to feel something for him.

"But do you care?" He finally asked, his voice quivering. "I mean... I want you to care. I want you to want me. I want you to chase me. I want you to love me... I want you to get mad when I cheat. I want something. I want something to happen. I want to be loved. I want to be chased."

“Do you only want that? Cause if that's it, you're a user. That's why you got put into an arranged marriage cause you couldn't stay in a relationship,” You start and look Childe in his eyes, “You kept playing all those girls.I'm not like those stupid girls. I have the decency to know when somebody isn't JUST mine. You just want a relationship for the thrill, not for the love, affection, or for anything else. Just for the play and thrill.”

He stiffened, his face flushed by your words... He was angry. He was angry and hurt. All he ever wanted was your love, not those other stupid girls. None of them ever intrigued him as much as you did, none of them ever made him feel the way you did.

He took a deep breath, and a second later, his rage turned into sadness. You were right, none of his previous relationships were ever for "love, affection, or for anything else."

"Am I really a user?" He asked. "..Am I... Am I bad?"

You instantly stop in shock, but instantly snap back to reality to reply. “Childe, I want you to reflect on this entire marriage. The only thing you've done was cheat, cheat, cheat, and cheat. Not once did you try to ask why I act the way I do. Not once did you try to ask if I'm okay, or if I need a break, or if I want to spend time with you. This is why I can't handle this arranged marriage. This is why I remind you everyday that this isn't a real marriage and that you will never find a real relationship.” You finally snapped. 

He closed his eyes, feeling more guilt and rage towards himself.

He was a user, he knew it. But deep down inside, he had always hoped to hear "I love you." he had always hoped to be loved. To be loved truly and unconditionally.

Yet he was also selfish. He was too afraid to ask you if your cold demeanor was a facade; he assumed that it was something you truly felt.

He had never tried to get to know the real you, the warm-hearted person beneath it all. He had failed.

Tears start streaming down your face. Your true emotions are finally showing themselves to Childe. Childe sees these new emotions and stops. “I actually do love you. I love you to the moon and back but you don't act like you love me. You act like you can't stand me. You probably hate this relationship. I wanted this to work but all you do is cheat.” Your voice quivers and bears so much pain, “I love you so much, yet I can't find the words to say it cause you're always out with someone else. How can I say that I want this to work if you're never home?”

He flinched hearing you in pain. He turned immediately from someone so angry to someone who was hurting. He couldn't bear it. His anger went away as soon as he heard you hiccup, your voice wavering and breaking, and your eyes moistened with tears.

"Y/n.....I'm sorry." He muttered, turning to face you. "I never hated this relationship. I just didn't know what I wanted, and I was selfish. I want this relationship to work, too. I really do. I want you... I want to hear those words."

You look at him in pure shock, not believing those words. “How do I know that you're not lying? For all I know this could be another one of your plots.” 

"Please, believe me." He said, reaching for your hand to hold. His eyes were filled with sincerity, his brows not furrowed by anger, but by love.

"I want to show you just how much I love you. I've never felt this way before, ever, for any woman as much as I love you. I never want to be with another woman, ever. As long as we're together." He promised, his voice was full of hope.

"I want our marriage to work, genuinely. Please, just... Believe me." He begs.

Your eyes feel with tears once again. You start to feel a sense of hope and happiness. What if this can actually work? “I want to believe you. I want to believe that you want to make this work but I just can't. I want to think that you can change your ways and magically make everything better. I want this to work. Please Childe. Can we start again?” You ask while holding both of his hands. 

He looked at you with eyes filled with love and hope. "Yes. Yes of course, my love."

He got closer to you, wanting to hug you but couldn't do it without your approval. If what he was hearing from you was true, then you were not indifferent to him the way he thought you were. You loved him as much as he loved you.

"Y/n..." He muttered, leaning to put his forehead on yours, "I love you." 

“I love you too, Childe. I love you so much…”

The end or is it?