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Sick <3 Masterlist - Complete

Zombie!Ghost x Survivor You ☢️🖤

MDNI - Over 18s only

Splish splash

Simon Ghost Riley

Blink once for yes

Don’t peek

“I���m scared.”

Clumsy kisses

“Please.”

Talk

Forbidden

Run

Heart to heart

Feral - Readers POV

Tame - Simon’s POV

Cuffs on for the time being.

Take me back to Eden

A Place Beyond Love

No Rest for the Wicked

Lightening Never Strikes Twice

Lead, and we will follow

Without you I’d die (again)

Headcanons

What does Zombie!Si look like in sick?!

How did Zombie!Si get turned?

Art by @dustycrusty09

The playlist:

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Thank you again for this wonderful work of smut-tacular goodness 🥰🥰

Patreon Commission for @wimble_warcrime

Request: As for the commission, are you familiar with the 'Ice Planet Barbarians' series by Ruby Dixon? The thing I'm thinking of is similar to the series in regards to plot - like human ends up stranded on an ice planet with only giant aliens to keep her company. Except, the aliens aren't seven-foot-tall blue people but more of a cross between a werewolf and a werebear? Something smutty, with a big emphasis on the typical soulmate trope and breeding kink/knotting kink? I also really liked the fic you wrote about the werewolf and marking his human with his piss - if possible, could you add something like that to it, please?

A/N: This was very fun to write, turned out a bit more soft than expected, but I think it’s sweet, enjoy!

Mating the alien

Furry alien x fat fem!reader || watersports, breeding, knotting, marking/mating

When your spaceship crashed into the unknown planet, you weren’t expecting aliens to be there. Well, you kind of were in your wildest monsterfucking fantasies, but in reality you thought it was highly unlikely. Joke was on you when an alien as tall as a tree got to your scared self.

You screamed when his head popped over your broken glass, he looked between a werewolf and a werebear. freaky in a way that made your insides tingle with unknown feelings. But the confusion didn’t matter when you saw him and instinctively punched him in the face, not processing he was trying to help you. (You thought he was trying to eat you, okay?).

After a lot of screaming (from both of you), he got some sort of device inside your ear and then you could finally understand him. You were more than glad for that tiny something that was now embedded in your ear, you didn’t want to ask what it was, it looked like a bug when he pressed it against you. But it was okay, you could deal with an ear bug if that meant you could communicate with the alien species living on the planet. (And maybe with the fine alien who rescued you.)

You weren’t that lucky, though. As soon as you reached the village, he left you with some older looking aliens and disappeared much to your dismay. You didn’t see him for multiple days after that, but they gave you a place to sleep and nice clothes. And when he showed up again with a big dead something hanging from his shoulder, you screamed again, making him jump and drop the dead weight into the snow in front of your hut.

You looked between him and the dead animal (?) and couldn’t stop yourself: “What is that?!”

“A gift,” he mumbled as he turned around and left you there, confused and with a dead animal.

You were even more confused when he showed a couple more times with other weird “gifts”. But when the elders told you about soulmates and all that they implied, you had a revelation. You were more than sure than the one who saved you that day was your soulmate. You knew humans didn’t have stuff like that, but in a way, you could feel it. Deep inside of you. There was something that called you to him like a moth to flame, and you were so tired of him running away from you…

So the next time he showed up, you gave him the hat you were wearing when the spaceship crashed, making him smile at you like the sun just appeared after a long winter. He looked even more handsome when he smiled, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reciprocating.

And that’s how it started.

Between gifts and hanging out with each other you started to develop something more… Something deeper. And he seemed so happy about it. So, so happy that it rapidly escalated to something a bit more physical. To be exact, something with your legs over his furry shoulders and his face buried between your legs until you were soaking his fur and he was devouring you like a starving alien. But nobody could blame you, you were his mate after all (and maybe a bit of a slut when it came to big furry aliens).

But it still didn’t feel correct, there was something missing. And after another talk with the elders, you understood.

And you planned.

That big alien wasn’t going to know what hit him (aka: a horny human with lots of kinks).

He was pounding into your pussy, legs over his shoulder as he pressed down on you, making you moan so loud you were sure the hut next to his could probably hear you. You didn’t care, you were being fucked within an inch of yourself and he was saying the filthiest things against your ear, making you shiver with pent up arousal.

“I’m going to fill you so completely you are going to feel me for days. I’m going to fill you to the brim until you are so full of me everybody can smell it on you.” He kept feeding your breeding kink to the point of making you dizzy with desire, his dick so big inside of you it felt like you were about to be split open. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna…”

“Knot me, mate.” You knew what it did to him to hear you saying that.

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, he was burying himself deep inside of you and you felt his knot stretching you to the point of insanity. It pressed right against your G-spot and you had to cover your mouth to stop some of the screams as you came apart around his forming knot.

You breathed in unison for a few moments, his dick still filling you completely as he kept breeding you. You shivered at the thought, but then remembered your plan. “I want all of your marks on me,” you told him right after his first orgasm.

“What?” His brain couldn’t fully process your words as he kept coming inside of you, another shot of his come hitting your cervix. He looks down at your joined bodies pointedly.

“I don’t mean this. Well, yes, I do, but also the marks,” you tried to explain without having to spell it out. You moved your hips, pulling a low moan out of him. He looked at you confused, like a puppy. He was so adorable you couldn’t be mad at him for being oblivious to everything. So you swallowed around the knot in your throat (haha double knotting), and choked out: “I want you to pee in me after you… finish.”

He stopped breathing for a second, staring at you intensely. But the next shoot of his cum inside of you had him closing his eyes and moaning. After, he asked: “Wha- what? Who told you about that?”

“The elders.”

He groaned and rocked his hips, making his knot rub against your G-spot and making you see stars. “I thought… Humans don’t do that,” he muttered, your brain turning fuzzy with a new wave of pleasure.

You tried to focus so you could explain, it took a little while, but you finally said: “Humans don’t need to mark their partners with piss, but that doesn’t mean some of them don’t do it for fun and pleasure.”

“They do?” You hummed in agreement. “Do you- Did you… with anyone?” The low growl in his tone sounded jealous, and you felt bad for liking that. You liked that he was possessive, you liked that he was about to mark you completely.

“N-no,” you lied. He looked at you with big eyes, catching your lie easily. “Okay, yes. I’ve done it before.”

He smirked down at you, his mischief showing in every inch of his face. “And you liked it?”

“Yes,” you confessed. Even though his knot was deep inside of you, it was the confession that made you blush harder. “So… are you… are we... doing this?” You slowly let out, your voice breaking as he rolled his hips.

“Do you really want to?” He asked after a particularly good shot of his come made him moan your name like a whore. Dang, you loved how vocal your alien got when he was high on passion.

“Yes,” your tone was vehement when you answered, a twitch of his dick hitting right over your oversensitive G-spot, making you see stars and a wave of pleasure so intense hit you, you almost came again.

He kissed your forehead with an exhale, whispering: “You are perfect, my mate.”

After all that talk, you focused back on your body and felt how you were almost overflowing with his seed. He filled you up so completely you could feel it moving inside every time he rolled his hips. You contracted your muscles to milk him and smiled big when he groaned in response, praising your pussy. His thumb found your clit and he started to work you up again, slight rolls of his hips that mixed with his dexterous fingers to drive you higher and higher, your orgasm almost at arms reach.

But it wasn’t until his knot deflated that you could feel him fully, his dick didn’t go down, and he started pushing in and out of you again, the mess of cum inside of you being pushed out as he pushed in. The sounds it was making were driving you into the next dimension. His fucking driving you right to the edge.

And then you felt it. You felt the warm heat of his piss inside of you, warming you from the inside out, such a sinful moment that you felt your body floating as the orgasm hit you. You threw back your head as he peed inside of you, your body convulsing in his arms, your voice breaking with pleasure as he completed the union between the two of you.

He pulled out just in time to finish peeing right over your messy pussy and lower stomach, the heat making you groan once again, whispering nonsense about how good it felt, how nice and warm… Your brain couldn’t process everything, you never came so hard and for so long, but the feel of him in and out of you, the warmth and the utter fullness inside your soul was so much more than you could express.

When he finished, he pulled you up to his body, the mixture of fluids leaving your over-used pussy and leaking down the sheets, making an obscene mess. You were so tired you couldn’t hold yourself up, your body not responding after pleasure that intense. You looked up at him just in time to see a single tear rolling down his cheek. You pulled him down and licked it off his face, making his dick twitch against your abdomen.

“Let’s clean up so you can mess me up again,” you teased. His responding growl made your insides turn and twitch with anticipation, more than ready to be filled and defiled once again.

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quick announcement

im currently working on revamping my blog and updating all important posts like masterlists and rules, so bear with me while we experience some technical difficulties!

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Nothing makes me giggle (and soak my panties) harder than bear!price and his funny/horny antics

"luv.... You didn't have to do this... I thought we were doing just alright...." John says defeatedly, looking at you with betrayal

"John it's-"

"Did.... Did I not love you enough?...."

"Listen Joh-"

"Did I not do enough..."

"John I-"

"Love-"

"OH FOR GODSAKES JOHN, ITS GONNA GROW BACK"

"BUT WHY WOULD YOU SHAVE LOVE. YOUR HONEYPOTS' BARE."

or just John Motherfucking Price feeling depressed after he found out you shaved your precious hair down there

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been watching wayy too many bushcraft stuff and wilderness survival competition tv shows, so im inspired first COD fic, but i've read too many not to contribute at this point

-bushcrafter!simon riley who is not normal about anything, lets be real here. he spends 6 months deployed in bumfuck-nowhere roughing it with the boys, only to return his own little piece of land in the middle of civilized bumfuck-nowhere. he bought the property after a night of too many drinks and decided in his drunken stupor that he had no need for people or pagentry. and he was right

-he sells most of his earthly possesions, putting whatever he can't (or won't) sell into a storage container he hauls up to the property. at first, with his military training and field experience, he gets by on the bare bones while he figures his shit out. this isn't some survival expedition with a clear goal--he's going full wildman, living in the woods like this. the only address he has is a p.o. box at the closest town's post office. it's a bit of a pain getting down there, so he goes only when he's visiting the local hardware stores--he becomes a familiar (albeit masked) face with the locals

-his set up is pretty swanky after a good few months in the wilds on leave. he may or may not have (but he'll never admit to it) scrolled on pinterest for a wee while looking at what the bushcraft and survivalist lads were building for some inspiration, but at the ends, he's mighty proud of his little cabin in the woods. each time he comes back from deployment, he adds more to it, eventually expanding it to have a sort of functioning toilet and shower, a little woodstove and a relatively comfortable bed.

-one day after a particularly grueling mission, he decides to see just how far he can take it. he's been hunting for his game and gets a box of the community garden vegetables delivered to his driveway every week, but he wants more of a challenge. so he starts gardening. ever one for a flare of drama, simon starts using the bones of his kills to turn into some half-decent knives and other tools. and as much fun as it is, doing his dooms-day prepping shit (as price has lovingly called it) he won't admit he's lonely

-gets a rescue dog called lucky--lucky only has three legs and one working ear, but the mutt is so darn cute he has to bring the poor beastie home.

-the pretty bird who volunteers at the animal shelter is also cute, and lucky has grown on you. you're weary to part ways with the dog, but the masked man and his terrible flirting are endearing enough to smooth over the comfort. after he leaves, you're naturally curious about just who that man was. you hear around the town that he's a recluse who lives in the mountains like a caveman (he for sure could pull off a loin cloth with those hips of his) and that he gets the local garden delivery box every week

-so you do as any rational human would with that information and sign up to volunteer with the garden center. they let you deliver boxes after a few weeks of consistent effort, and when you're manager hands you the list of addresses, she makes it very clear that on box in particular is to be left at the drive way and that's it. he doesn't like people nosing around

-you save his delivery for last, driving up the 'drive way' to the edge of the woods and no further. like the foolish girl you are, you get out of the car and start hiking into the woods to deliver this man his vegetables. halfway, you find lucky running about, the mutt so excited to see his favourite human he almost vibrates right out of his skin he happily leads you to his new home, where the man you hoped to find is chopping wood out front. shirtless.

-you're content to salivate over this mans physique but lucky is determined to share his excitement with his second favourite human and announces your presence by barking.

-simon is silently thrilled you're here. ever since he met you when he adopted lucky all those weeks ago, he's been working up the courage to go back and befriend you. only problem is, simon is not normal about anything, so he instead starts fancying up his house in the hopes that you might see it one day. he told himself it was a delusion to think you'd just appear without any effort on his part. but luckily for him, you're not normal about anything either.

-you get the grand tour of the place, making a few remarks on the garden out front and the adorable little wood stove in his house ("My grandma had one of these in her house, she used to cook with me on it all the time. my apartment isn't exactly equipped for one, but i've always wanted one anyways"). when you see his bed, you can't help but sit down on it, needing to know if it's a comfy and sturdy as it looks (def not imaging why it would need to be sturdy--you're a big girly, furniture needs to handle all that extra fluff if you're using it) it is exactly as comfy as you thought it would be, lying back against the hand-me-down quilt and closing your eyes

-you make a comment about how many animal pelt are in the bed, praising simon's expert preservation of the furs and off-handedly remarking how you always wanted to learn how to hunt. when you look up at him from his bed, raking your eyes over his giant frame standing there with barely contained lust? well, let's just say he's ruminating on how big the newest addition has to be for a nursery

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this is just a drabble, but my panties get wet at the idea of a wild, forest-dwelling man sweeping me off my feet and away from civilization to go live with him in his little hut in the woods. im the type of delulu that would HAPPILY be a bare foot and pregnant wifey living with my half feral man who worships me daily and lives to please me

did i maybe ready waayyy too man werewolf romance stories as a tween? why yes, yes i did. it altered my brain chemistry in a way you guys just wouldn't understand, but i cannot be normal about relationships anymore and it's a problem

ANYWAYZZZ hope you enjoyed, cause i know i did ;)

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Ooh can I request how you think kid and killer would show their interest in you? Basically their way of courting you/beginning of a relationship. Together or separate, whatever you feel like 🖤🖤

hi anon, thanks for the ask! i'd be happy to do both :)

im a big fan of the concept of courting in general (to many period drama influences) so some of these may seem weird or ooc

kidd-

different from killer, who would take a more traditional approach to courting/wooing a potential partner, kidd's approach is more... chaotic... we'll say

we all know that this tulip head has the emotional range of a teaspoon, and therefore struggles with expressing any emotion other than rage and pride, so be prepared for a whirlwind of whiplash

he doesn't know what he wants, you don't know what he wants

killer knows what he wants, but won't be at all helpful in this case

while he will staunchly deny this until the day he dies, kidd's love language is acts of service (beating the shit out of people for you), gift giving (making you things to beat the shit out of people) and quality time (discussing in depth on how to beat the shit out of people)

expect a lot of shiny things, handmade metal contraptions, and requests for you to just sit with him (he tells you he needs someone to hold something for him, or shine the light at a particular angle, but we all know he just wants to be around you)

he fails miserably at any attempts of flirtation

the first time you cackle at him for his terrible pick-up lines, he shuts himself away for a few days. the second time, (with killer's guidance) he realizes that making you laugh would be great way to warm up to each other.

it becomes a witty back-and-forth of banter and cheesy pick-up lines, and a solid friendship is formed. you talk about whatever, he gives his (sadistic) input, he rambles on about his latest invention (probably a weapon) and you give your feedback

you don't know that each of these conversations are pertaining to the same creation, he's (very secretly, and quite skillfully (to killer's surprise)) getting your input, because he's making it for you.

it's months in the making, he probably started right after your first lengthy discussion about preferred weapon types or something like that.

i'd like to think that for kidd, it's obsession at first insult with him, so you'd probably be relatively new to the crew. he wouldn't last long enough to have known (and liked you) for years, no patience with dis man

he gets talkative when he drinks, so i guarantee you the first time he gets like black out drunk around you, he spills his guts. its an unspoked rule amongst the crew, that any 'gushy' feelings that come from that captain while he is inebriated, are not to ever EVER be brought up afterwards.

so you kind of just. sit there. thinking abt the fact that this angry tulip man like you. and wont admit it to your face.

after the first emotional moment TM you guys share, things start to pick up. you are witness to a softer side of the one-dimensional captain, and quite like it.

start seeking those out more. he won't, but the best progress is one made in emotional vulnerability. (dr. wimble advice corner approved)

he cant take a hint, so dont bother dropping any. if you wanna go forward, say something. kidd cannot read (alegedly), let alone between the lines. your best bet is to whip out your tits (gn) in front of him.

i will die on this hill, kidd is firmly a boob guy, dont try to change my mind. he lov em

there is no "so, should we date now?" phase with this guy, he just skips right to the "fucking them with the lights on" phase. a hot and heavy encounter later, and he has firmly planted himself at your side, no takes-backsies~~

you wake up the morning after hovered in hickeys and bite marks, and EVERYONE know your his now. he wont say it, but you are.

killer-

killer on the other hand, is a traditionalist, an 'el hopaness romtic' if ya know what im sayin

he will woo the pants right off you, season two anthony bridgerton wet shirt scene style (iykyk)

you probably aren't new to the crew, kil strikes me as the kinda guy who doesn't know he likes someone until it's too late. like man's good at self reflection and all, but it takes TIME to get to him, so there is no 'love at first fisticuffs' with him.

it starts with friendship (demi killer till the day i die), you two are like each others bestfriends. no one tops kidd (ehehe) for this guy, but you can tie

it's the little things at first, and more one-sided at the beginning (on your end), like complimenting his cooking, offering to help with dishes

maybe you buy him some hair stuff, he did mention that he was running out, off handedly. or, you sharpen up his knives for him while he's away

Killer's love language is also acts of service, more so on the receiving end tho, but he likes to give gifts. he'll cook for you, personally

like one meal just for you type thing. he says he wants you to try out a new recipe of his, but really, he just made you a nice meal, and cant say it to your face.

you two act like a couple already, but both deny it, saying youre just 'really good friends'

he first really realises that he likes you, seriously likes (maybe love) you when you get injured. and not like, oh little scratch, but like, almost died injured.

a foe has never been downed faster, than when killer heard your scream of pain and terror from across the battle field, and fucking flew across to get to you.

it's obvious to anyone that mans got it badd. he doesnt leave your side until youre concious again and the promptly blows up you for being dumb and reckless and almost getting killed. its a nasty fight, one that shatters your friendship. no one expected anything like that from him. probably the most anyone has ever heard from him in one go

he is just worried, but cant tell you that he loves you, without fully knowing how you feel back. not a guy who readily takes risks like that.

it's a few weeks before he's talking to you again, afraid that he astronomically fudged it by his little outburst. the exchanges are clipped, (you, who had been pining hard for him for like ever) and you're positively sure he hates your guts (he doesnt he just scared)

he avoids you, trying to put as much distance between you two as physically possible, trying to get rid of his feelings for you. but the you go and get yourself hurt. again

it was an accident this time, he saw it happen. like slow motion, the knife you were holding was bumped out of your hand by someone backing into you, it fell, cutting your hand open, before notching itself into the flood

he blows up at the person responsible, before dragging you to the medbay to patch you up. all the while, muttering about how clumsy you are, how much of a danger magnet you seem to be.

its at that moment you know how he feels. it's not said outright, but the care he takes with you, treating you like you're glass

you lean down to kiss his mask. just a small pec, an utterance of a 'thank you' whispered after

but

his heart is beating like a wild mustang, and he freezes. he makes sure your affection wasn't just because you were grateful (after he starts working again)

your reassurance is like cupids arrow for his heart. you like him, have liked him for a while

nothing really changes between your dynamic after that, at least from the outside. really, you've started to be more physically affectionate behind closed doors.

it's a huge step when he takes his mask of around you. the lights are off, and you can't see his face, but he lets you touch it. huge step in your relationship

he's still a baddie, violent and unhinged, (to keep up appearances), but when no ones looking, he'll love on you

this feels kinda rushed ngl, but alas, when is it not? anywayz anon, hope you like it! iv'e already done poly! kidkiller here, i hope you enjoy :)

btw my requests are open, but im still in college, so be mindful if it takes me a hot minute to reply to them

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Just a tip for your writing, you don’t need to put in the comments about you not liking stuff you include, it feels judgey af when you do

I think you have the wrong blog

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So true. I think in one language and speak in another and my sentences come out like that of a first grader. Not to mention the loading sign that pops up when my words escape me

God bilingual people are so cool. I'd love to be bilingual someday.

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ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

so... its been six months since i last posted anything.

To start, my phone decided to kick the bucket, and all of the progress on CMA has been lost (cause i was a dumbass who didn't save them any cloud service, just my notes app)

secondly WE REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS!!! im thinking of doing a writing event to celebrate, any ideas are encouraged, because i have none

im almost done colege, so in the near future, ill have more time to focus on this blog :)

thats all for now. sorry to anyone waiting on a CMA update :( im going to put the whole series on a haitus for now, until i can get my phone working again.

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I am concluding that Prey (2022) is baller for a similar set of reasons to Mad Max: Fury Road (2015), which include:

Let women do things (specifically: murder)

You only need like three pages of dialogue to carry your 90-minute movie if you actually know how to write good dialogue

Sometimes 100% of the time super-complex “look at my galaxy brain” plots… are worse (cough fuckmarvelcough)

Mind-bogglingly hot shirtless dudes (who still die)

Top-notch violence without a whit of threatened sexual violence (yes MMFR has this in the backstory but not onscreen)

White ppl are fckn stupid

Bonus point for Prey: the dog lives.

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This is super cool and nice of you! Even if I don't get picked, I hope whoever does likes your gifts!

Two Year Aniversary Give Away!

Holy fuckin’ hell. I can’t believe it’s been two years! I almost forgot in fact. I was looking through my old pride posts from last year and saw I had a one year anniversary and was like ‘oh wow’

I have been back in the fandom for TWO years! I’ve been into One Piece for 23-24 years at this point I think? Almost near the start. I found OP by accident but man I am glad I found it <3 

So I started writing canon content all those years ago, came back and did reader x and once again fell back into canon. Sitting on that fence and dabbling in both sides as well as the OC x canon stuff which I adore!

It’s been a blast being here and indulging in everyone's art, fics, cosplays and the rest. Seeing the creative people, being part of that community and getting to be seen. Thank you all for the support, the reblogs, the requests and the messages! I very much appreciate it and love being here.

So I decided I would do a giveaway!

-Rules- - MUST be following - No giveaway blogs. - No blank blog reposts/likes - Reblog is 1 entry - like is 1 entry - BONUS say what you like about my writing or just something you enjoy about my fics <3

- I will draw three names at random when the event ends which will be JULY 7TH.

–Prizes– 1st place: A free Thousand Sunny tote bag! [I will pay for shipping] and a 1k Fic of your choice! 2nd place: 1k fic of your choice 3rd. 500 word drabble of choice.

Here is the tote bag! [Brand new ooooooh]

These bags are lovely! I have a Moby Dick one I use often <3

You can also buy these super cute bags from here! Created and designed by @rosiinante

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Love self indulgent fics. I think the passion for what the author is writing and how much they enjoy it is very contagious and fun to see

many thanks anon, I assume you speak of Intentions . I agree with you, it sparks some kind of joy to see people coming up with their own interpretations of media, how they would have done it, etc,.

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not me reading my own fic thinking, "man this shits good",,,, like hello, I'm a bit full of myself?

also, CMA gonna get an update and maybe a taglist?? in the coming weeks hopefully

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i have 85 followers. shitting myself a little harder

I have 43 followers. shitting myself

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can i be added to the call me alpha taglist pls

yes.

also sorry for the 2 months late reply

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intentions

killer x reader (not specified, but how i imagined it while writing) (also only they/them pronouns cause i said so)

a follow up to this post because i want more very specific representation

finally you got it.

granted, it had taken a fair bit of explaining, but you finally got it.

they liked you. in more than a friend way too. it was surreal, and not in a bad way.

they'd finally had enough and decided to sit you down and have a lengthy discussion about their wants and intentions with your relationship; they wanted to be more than friends. there wasn't any push for sexual encounters, and by the look of sheer disgust that graced your face whenever the topic of sex came up, they settled on the conclusion that it might never occur between you two.

they were strangely okay with that. they had ways of satisfying themselves.

they wanted to be intimate; emotionally vulnerable and physically affectionate. they wanted to call you theirs. they wanted to be yours.

looking back on it with a fresh explanation, you'd come to realize that they were always hinting at pursuing something more with you. the hand on the back, the constant desire to be around you; it all made sense now.

you'd simply come to your own conclusion that they were like that with everyone, but in private. you couldn't pay attention to their interactions with others because you simply didn't care. they were free to do as they pleased because you had no claim on them. something that others were very confused by.

after the explanation, it clicked; they thought you two were romantically involved. the thought made you laugh.

you felt bad for them as you burst into a fit of laughter, here they were laying themselves bare infront of you, and you were laughing. but you couldn't help it. laughter was a nervous tic for you.

the look on their face was one you'd never seen before; and having to get people to explain facial expressions for you, you very clearly didn't know what it meant.

"i-i'm sorry," the hiccups and giggles slowed in between you words. "I don't know what to say." finally calming down.

"I don't know if i feel the same. what is it supposed to feel like?"

they looked a bit taken aback at this, but accepted it as another one of your quirks.

"it's like... " the paused, trying to sum up the feeling in words. "like when someone eats your food, you know the feeling? like you've just spent hours cooking a meal for them, and they sit down and eat it. they tell you they like it. that bubbly feeling you get."

you loved cooking, its how you show your love for others; platonic and otherwise. the comparison helped.

"and seeing them with another person, acting the same way they do with you, its like the feeling you get when they don't like your food."

they'd witnessed one of your breakdowns once; you'd made cookies for a friends birthday, and they'd told you everything they didn't like about them. you'd kept composure until you managed to escape the event, finding a small alcove away from the party to cry.

you could taste the acrid tang in the back of your mouth, the feeling of your heart being squeezed by an invisible force, the lack of air from suddenly forgetting how to breathe.

that's what they felt? seeing you with another person? you act the same with everyone; so they didn't like you interacting with anyone?

"It's not that i don't like seeing you with others, its that i want to be the only person who can make you smile and laugh. like how you told me once that you want to be the only person who gets to bake."

Oh, like that.

the mask on their face kept you from seeing their expressions, which you were usually content about. they would tell you if they were feeling a certain way, and you would trust them, because in your mind, they had no reason to lie to you.

but they weren't wearing their mask now. they'd taken it off to show vulnerability. to properly tell how how they felt.

you wanted them to put the mask back on. the inability to read their face made your stomach twist in ways that had you feeling sick, made your palms sweaty, they room to hot to properly think.

"you don't have to feel the same way. i just wanted to tell you so that you would know going forward. i know you like to mull over your decisions for a while, so i'll leave you to think for a bit-"

"why do you think this would change our relationship?" you were blunt, almost rude. "would we not go back to acting the same?"

"but the fact that you know would make you aware of my actions-"

"i don't care. you will still act the same, and i will still act the same, the only difference is that we are now on the same page in terms of views. you said before that it might make our relationship awkward."

"yes, because you will be questioning every move i make, and every encounter that we have."

"how do you know? if you don't specify the intention behind the action, then i will presume that there is none."

they sigh at this. and then smile.

"you make things unreasonably easy."

"no, everyone else makes things unreasonably hard"

they chuckle at this. they can tell you are completely serious, which makes the statement funnier to them.

you hop down from where you were sitting.

"lets go make some cookies." they follow you to the kitchen.

your relationship, they realize, will only progress to something more if they are forward and intentional with their actions. why they didn't realize this before is laughable.

it makes sense that you would need to be told upfront about their feelings.

later, you would tell them that while you weren't sure if you felt the same, but you were perfectly content to pursue a more romantic relationship with them if that's truly what they wanted.

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whenever I imagine story plots involving romance of any kind, I always imagine the mc absolutely not picking up what is being put down. oblvious bordering on autistic cause that's how I am with romance. and the only way mc actually finally gets it, I when love interest grabs them (consentually) and shakes them while yelling their intentions at them. I want more of this in fanfiction. more autistic coded mcs / love interests where the only way they will reciprocate romantic affection is if you look them dead in the eyes and "kiss me goddammit!"