#bc imagine loving someone and turns out everything you thought you knew about them were lies.

[remcycl333]

my sp story <3

hi besties! if you've been following my blog for a while you know that i've been single for a while, partly because i like to be independent and single, and partly because i just didn't like anyone. obviously i could just manifest a guy out of thin air, but when im not confronted face to face with a crush then i just don't care about being in a relationship so i never manifested someone out of thin air lol

but then a couple of weeks ago i was at the movies with my friends, and there were couples cuddling around us and i was like "aw :( kinda wish i had a bf now." and what do we do when we feel any type of desire? we immediately fulfill ourselves, no matter how "small" the desire is! so that's what i did. i imagined for like two seconds that i was cuddling with a boy at the theaters, and then i got distracted by the movie and forgot all about it

then like 15 minutes later, a guy that i'd had a crush on four years ago randomly slid into my dms. i never pursued him four years ago bc my bff at the time had dibs on him, but we're not friends anym and haven't been for years so it was my time to shine!!!

anyway, we talk for like a week. i know this guy is funny and shit bc of when we hung out irl, but like all he's sending me are unfunny memes that don't really warrant a response. so it was kinda tough

and this is the part where you guys are going to yell at me!!! i was like oh i should use my manifestation skills and make sure this goes smoothly....but then i was like nah im just gonna go with the flow 😭😭😭 and i know you guys are like REM!!!! u manifest EVERYTHING u can't just turn it off!!!! anyway.....long story short a week into us talking this mf randomly blocks me!!!!

so im instantly like 🙄🙄 damn fine i'll manifest him back bc im stubborn and do not like being told no in my reality

so how did i do it? how did i manifest him back?

if you guys have followed me for a while, you know that i manifested an sp a couple years ago by simply affirming "i love [his name] so much" any time i'd think of him and this would conjure the feeling of the wish fulfilled. (NOT mindless affirming. i'd say it maybe two or three times to catch the feeling and then move on)

ANYWAY so that's what i did! and let me tell you....i was not "perfect" by any means 😭 in fact this manifestation really kinda opened my eyes on how EASY manifestation truly is. like i already knew how easy it was, but damn!

if you know that your desire is promised and that it is coming because you gave it to yourself in imagination (even ONCE) ... there is NOTHING that will stop it. i was gonna make a separate post on this and i tried but i just couldn't articulate it correctly so im going to try again:

it took 12 days to manifest him to unblock me and message me. im sure it would've taken a shorter amount of time if i was more disciplined with myself but it's kinda crazy bc of how UNdisciplined i was 😭 tbh i was just kinda like...unsure if i even wanted to manifest him at all bc thats how much i value my alone time and my independence lol

anyway, i always get asks from people who are stressed and anxious bc they think that in order to manifest your desire, you can never enter the state of lack ever again and that dwelling in negative thoughts will "ruin" your manifestations. but i am here to tell you IT DOES NOT MATTER!!! you do not need to be "perfect"!!!! as long as you are staying faithful to the idea that you have your desire in the 4d, it'll manifest in the 3d.

another thing i see so many people confused and stressed about is whether or not they're naturally thinking from the state. for instance, every time you think of your sp, you think from the end of being in a relationship with them, before you think of the fact that you're not together yet. and let me tell you....while this CAN happen, it's not always gonna happen and it's not necessary. let me tell you, the DAY before my sp reached out, and even the day that he did....i would catch myself thinking about how we weren't together! but the gag is....YOUR THOUGHTS DON'T MANIFEST!!!! yes, they indicate what state you're in, but the actual thoughts themselves don't mean shit!!! they don't manifest. they just don't!

so i'd shift back to the state of being my sp's girlfriend when i'd have these thoughts, but i was fully aware we were not together in my 3d and i never naturally thought of us as being together before i saw any evidence of it in my 3d. all i had was the knowing that my inner man was with my sp, and that since i'd decided i had it in imagination, it would push out into my 3d. because that's how the law works!!! and honestly, that's all you really need. you just need to know that since you gave yourself your desire in your imagination ONE TIME, it WILL manifest. and if you have a true understanding of how the law works and you've read source, you will have no trouble knowing that it will come.

you also do NOT need to be in the state of the wish fulfilled 24/7!!! at all!!!! i cannot stress this enough. and tbh i used to feel the same. i felt like i had to be aware of having my desire in imagination 24/7 or else it wouldn't come. i thought i couldn't perceive the lack or opposite in my 3d or else it wouldn't manifest (see this post about dismissing the 3d btw if u need help with that). but the gods honest truth is that all you need to do is DECIDE you have your desire in imagination & not take no for an answer & KNOW that your desire is GOING TO REFLECT IN YOUR 3D NO MATTER WHAT!!!!

and that's not to say that you wont still get anxious and have intrusive thoughts and be like "oh god what if it never manifests." like... im human and i had those human moments. but i just reminded myself that i know the law and ive proven it to myself many times and i know that it had to manifest.

anyway. back to my sp story!

so for these 12 days that im blocked (lmfao) all i did was affirm "i love [his name] so much" whenever i thought of him until i caught the feeling of the wish fulfilled. that's it. and i knew for a fact that he was mine in the 4d and therefore we'd be together in the 3d bc that's the law!

anyway on friday (5 days ago) at 8pm? im scrolling thru the ulta app and then im like "oh i havent fulfilled myself today i dont think" so i fulfilled myself for like 2 seconds and then get distracted by some product and then two minutes later i get a notif that this guy followed me and then dmed me 😭

it's funny cuz my irls don't know about the law of assumption so i sent them a screenshot and i was like "look who came crawling back" and they were like BOOOOO!!! and i was like no guys!!!!! i created the blocking and i created this like i promise we can trust him 😭😭 hahahaha

anyway. let me tell you. if you are manifesting an sp, DO NOT DO THAT SHIT IN STEPS!!!!! i mean, if you really want to, i can't stop you, but i really don't recommend it.

with my old sp (the one from two years ago) i'd always manifest contact and then get it, and then he'd ghost me and and id have to manifest contact again and it'd be a never ending cycle!!! bc i was just focusing on contact, not on how i felt or how he felt about me.

the reason i loveeee to affirm "i love my sp so much" INSTEAD OF "HE loves ME so much" is because it helps me catch the feeling of the wish fulfilled so much more. not only that, but because remember, THERE IS NO ONE TO CHANGE BUT SELF!!!! changing the way i see my sp and the way i feel about him is all i need to do. im not trying to change him and make him love me lol. this is about me and my inner reality, not him! he'll reflect whatever i am in the 4d

another reason i love affirming this is because TO ME, this is what implies we are already together. whenever im in a relationship, i always find myself laying around all giddy thinking about how obsessed with my bf i am and how i love him so much. so i emulate that when im manifesting an sp.

and it's PERFECT because by jumping straight to the end where we're already together, i don't have to focus on all the things that lead to us being in a relationship. i don't have to manifest him following me, or texting me, or asking me on a date. these things all just happen naturally bc im living in the end.

NOT TO MENTION, it naturally turns your sp into your perfect partner? like remember when i said when we were talking before he blocked me he was kinda dry and he'd just send memes that i didn't find funny? THIS DUDE DID A COMPLETE 180!!!

he's sooo funny, he is the OPPOSITE of dry, he is everything???? and im obsessed.

anyway he unblocked me and dmed me, and then asked for my number and we had such funny and cute convos and then boom 4 days later he asks me on a date and i say no (😭😭😭😭 i was busy) but i agreed to go on a date the next day and the way this boy showed pure unencumbered excitement 🥺 im obsessed

anyway im sorry this is so long? i really just wanted to share how all i did was apply what i've been preaching about on this blog for years and it worked out flawlessly! hopefully this gives you guys some good tips and maybe motivation? <3

#law of assumption #success story

[astupidweeb69]

hello!! I am kinda nervous to write this bc I absolutely love your writing and the way you portray Toby is just so real. I love how you make him both a loser and a force of nature, like just bc he has no rizz doesn't mean he can't do anything lol. But I was lowkey thinking about your stories the other day and like, what if Y/N also had some screws loose? Like he pops up at her house covered in the blood of some guy who wouldn't leave her alone and instead of calling the police like a smart person she's just like: " 😳 omg you did this for me??" I know it's unrealistic and silly but it's also kind of interesting???

Ticci Toby x Violent! Reader

Toby with an unhinged reader? Well - there's a recipe for disaster lmao.

I know I said I'm not taking requests but this ended up becoming a scenario. I just had some inspo - hope this is what you were looking for! Because the reader isn't submissive? Idk

Y/N has some messed-up thoughts and there are mentions of violence under the cut!:

The reader I imagine in this case would have only seen how cringey Toby is - thinking he was just a creepy guy who's taken a liking to them and would avoid him at all costs. Probably up until this point assume that he's a wimp (Toby would initially try his best to seem weaker and unassuming when he approaches the person he likes)

The scenario I imagine is that Y/N grew up around conflict, and is fully comfortable around violence, even throwing a few punches themselves here and there. Maybe ended up in Juvie when they were younger and now works in some retail job - something where they regularly interact with the general public.

A customer tries to hit on Y/N when Toby's there - big mistake.

But Toby doesn't say anything at first.

He doesn't have to.

Y/N immediately shuts the customer down. But the guy doesn't let up. Curses are thrown back and forth, Y/N's wrist is grabbed.

He touched you.

Toby doesn't like that. Not one bit.

You get reprimanded by your boss after you punched the unruly customer in the face.

Luckily they didn't press charges.

You had a bit of an edge, from your surly demeanor and fucked sense of humor, but Toby had no idea you'd do that.

Kind of turned him on. He knew he picked you for a reason.

But alas, that was the extent of your revenge. You already had a record of aggravated assault and you didn't need another one added to the list.

Luckily for you that scrawny, lanky boy who always stared at you when he came in had a plan in motion.

Late at night, a knock on the door wakes you up from a nap on the couch. Of course, you look through the peephole first before answering.

Red.

Everything is red.

Only until you hear a familiar voice pipe up do you realize who it is.

Toby.

The blood covered so much of his face it was hard to point out who he was at first.

He speaks to you through the door, somehow already knowing you're there.

And he tells you what he did.

It takes a moment for you to process all the grizzly details, the way he followed the man, cornered him in an alley, and beat him so hard he'd pretty sure he cracked his skull on the brick wall.

He sounded giddy about it. Gleeful.

He was far from the loser you thought he was.

And you liked it.

Liked that he did that for you.

After all, in your head, hurting someone for someone else was the greatest form of love. It was the kind of devotion you'd always dreamed of from a partner.

You open the door.

Toby is surprised, but soon sees a look on your face he recognized. The kind of expression of sick joy and arousal that comes with blood lust.

You're blushing too. Blushing for him.

Everything was finally coming together perfectly, and once you let him into your home, he's never going to leave.

The relationship would start right off the bat. Toby is one to rush things.

It's all to claim you. Both mentally and physically. So you're attached to the hip pretty much. Expect a lot of PDA (Toby does not care who sees lol)

And a reader who's fully on board?

Yeah you're going to bring out the worst in each other. He'll encourage you to do more crimes, to get bloodier, to join him.

It would be a very bad situation for everyone involved.

But especially for anyone unfortunate enough to cross the paths of you two lovebirds.

#creepypasta #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #fanfiction #i got mail! #my thoughts #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta scenarios #creepypasta x reader #yandere ticci toby x reader #tobyposting #ticci toby headcanons #yandere ticci toby #ticci toby x you

[mando-fando]

The Other Man

Okay, here's my FIRST FIC in ages. I wrote it in a very specific style bc of the ~vibe~

Hope you like it!

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Wife!Reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, established relationship, (idk if there's more pls tell me?)

The love story of Mr. and Mrs. O’Hara

OR

You’re Gabriella’s mother and Miguel’s wife. A few weeks ago, things were a little off with your husband; you wrote it off until now…

Your heart pounded in your chest as you set a timer on your phone and waited. You thought of your darling daughter, and her bubbly, beautiful personality. You thought of your family, and how arguably perfect your life was thanks to your husband’s dedication and tenacity. 

You were panicking, on the verge of tears as the timer silently counted down on your phone screen. You thought of your husband. Your real husband. 

13yearsago

Miguel was the first person you’d met at your college orientation. A tall lanky kid who stepped onto the campus tour bus at the last minute and had nowhere to sit but next to you. You felt yourself fall for him instantly when his eyes met your own. 

You both chatted awkwardly like teenagers do; you mentioned your majors (he was genetics and you were communications), you talked about your high schools, your friends, and anything else your distracted minds could come up with. 

You mentioned that science wasn’t your strong suit, and Miguel suggested taking a science class together so he could be your lab partner. You settled on chemistry, and looked forward to starting classes in the fall. 

You exchanged numbers and texted through the rest of the summer. By the time the semester started, you were attached at the hip. 

The week that you moved into the dorms, he brought you a bouquet of carnations (you were allergic to roses) and asked you to be his girlfriend right in front of everyone. You said yes with bright pink cheeks. 

That night, when all the new freshmen were out enjoying welcoming activities, you and Miguel lost your virginities to each other with soft music playing in the background. You’d heard from your friends that the first time was awful, but you two were slow with each other. You knew you’d chosen the right guy, and you couldn’t imagine sharing the experience with anyone else.

It rained on the first day of classes. Torrential downpour, and you walked into the library together soaked and giggling to take a picture in front of your school’s “Welcome Freshmen!” backdrop. 

That photo was framed and hanging above your bed like many others you’d taken over the years. 

The chemistry class was hard. Your hardest class by far, but Miguel was there with you every week. He came over to your dorm after the lab to explain everything in detail as many times as you needed. He’d stay late and you’d share cheap pizza and watch movies. 

Your friends started calling you Mrs. O’Hara long before you were actually married. You two were the one constant couple among them. You and Miguel would go for ice cream with them after every fresh heartbreak. You reminded them that love exists because you two had it. They’d always lick their wounds and get back out there, thanking you both for your encouragement. 

When sophomore year rolled around, your parents offered to rent you an apartment. You begged for them to let Miguel live with you (they loved him of course), and, to your surprise, they said yes.

In between classes, you and Miguel lived in domestic bliss. You had no idea that building furniture, grocery shopping late at night, and decorating could be so fun. He made it so much more enjoyable. 

You learned so much about him, sometimes swearing that you knew him better than you knew yourself. You loved how his brow twitched in his sleep, and you loved how he was considerate enough to cover your face with the blanket before he turned on the bedroom light. He made your heart melt every single day, and you couldn’t imagine loving someone more. 

You stayed up late on Sundays with him and proofread his papers. He was brilliant, but he couldn’t string together a sentence on paper to save his life. 

“Do you even know what a comma is!?” You’d asked as you aggressively hit the backspace button on his laptop. 

“Do you know what an autosome is?” He replied in a sarcastic voice, ruffling your hair. (he always ruffled your hair.) 

You rolled your eyes and finished proofreading his paper. After he submitted it, he closed both of your laptops and bent you over the table. Your pajama pants were around your ankles as you moaned into the cheap veneer. 

Miguel fucked you on every surface in that apartment: the shower, bent over the counters and the table, against the wall, on the floor. It was your space together, and he was ready to claim the 600 sqft and your body for himself. 

God, you missed that apartment. 

A year later, you took your first vacation alone together to Mexico. You’d never been, but he’d gone a few times when he was younger. You felt secure with him as he easily switched between English and Spanish, and you listened intently as he showed you the places that he remembered visiting years prior. 

You walked along the beach, hand in hand watching the sunset. He was explaining something about the tides, and you smiled wide at him and then looked at the pinky-purple sky. 

When you looked back, he was on one knee with a ring box. You swear your heart stopped for a moment. 

“Yes! Are you kidding me!? Yes!” you nearly screeched at the top of your lungs. He swung you around and dipped you into a kiss. It felt like a scene from a movie. (The only thing he hadn’t thought of was a photographer, but some passersby took a few candid photos and sent them to you.) 

A year later, you graduated in May and had your wedding in June. The wedding felt like something out of a fairytale. 

Your mother had been insistent on every last detail being perfect, and you were so grateful for her meticulousness as you walked down the aisle. The sun was beginning to set as you said your vows, and you nearly died of embarrassment when he tore your garter off with his teeth in front of everyone. 

Now, Miguel was your husband.

Your husband whose eyes were brimming with tears as you walked down the aisle.

Your husband who hugged your parents as if they were his own. 

Your husband who looked at you as if you hung the moon. 

Your husband.

A few months later, you started your first job and Miguel started grad school. 

You’d come home in your blazers and slacks and heels, and he’d give you a particular look. 

“What are you looking at?” You asked one day while making dinner. 

“Nothing, I just think it’s hot that I’m married to a sexy businesswoman,” he grinned. 

He especially loved when you wore tights and that little black dress. (He usually tore them off of you when you got home and promised to buy you new ones.) 

Six months into your new job, you called in sick. 

“Are you alright?” he sat on your side of the bed and pet your hair gently. 

“I just feel so nauseous. It must be something I ate. Do you feel nauseous?” 

He shook his head. “Do you want me to get you anything? I could stay home from classes to take care of you.” 

“No, school is first. I’ll be okay.” you squeezed his hand. 

He kissed you on the forehead and left you a glass of water on your nightstand. 

After throwing up the contents of your stomach twice over, a thought crossed your mind. 

You ran to the store and picked up two pregnancy tests. 

You practically ripped them out of their boxes in your bathroom. 

You sat and waited, worrying about what your husband would say. 

In both of your minds, kids were still years away. 

The pink plus signs on both tests brought you to the harsh reality that those plans were no longer relevant. 

Your mind flooded with worry. You were a newbie at your job, you hadn’t even been married for a year, Miguel had so much school left. 

You spent the afternoon drowning in your anxiety. 

“Amor, I brought you that soup that you like.” Miguel called from the living room. He found you in your bedroom with a tear-stained, puffy face. “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

You turned around and showed him the tests. “What are we going to do?!” you cried. You searched his face, waiting to see his brow crease with worry just like yours. 

Instead, he beamed. His face lit up brighter than the sun, and you felt every awful scenario that you’d tortured yourself with melt away at his excitement. He hugged you without saying a word, one of his amazing bear hugs that he knew always made you feel better. You petted his hair, and you knew everything was going to be just fine. 

He pulled back from you and you saw tears sliding down his face. “This is amazing,” he whispered. 

You kissed his cheek and hugged him again. 

“Yeah, it really is, huh?” you whispered back. 

There was no better word for your pregnancy than miserable. Your morning sickness lasted longer than the first trimester, and despite being young, you experienced health issue after health issue. 

You were bedridden for the last few months of pregnancy, but your husband made it all better. 

Your husband who somehow had boundless energy when you had none. Your husband who nearly tripled his class load to graduate early. 

Your husband who held your hair back as you emptied the breakfast he made you into the toilet. 

Your husband who put on over 100 pounds of muscle so he could ‘be strong enough for the baby.’ 

Your husband whom you somehow fell even more in love with, which you didn’t even think was possible. 

He received his master’s degree in May. You felt enormous, but you begged him to let you take him out to celebrate. 

Your water broke in the restaurant. 

He rushed you out, you’re not even sure if you paid for the food. He drove you to the hospital as you squeezed his hand with all your might and swore at him. 

After making it to the hospital in record time, your doctors looked at you sympathetically. 

Of course, after an extremely rough pregnancy, you were going to have a rough delivery too. 

Hours and hours of labor and deliberating. Hours of worry and discontentment. Hours of pain and exhaustion. 

Everyone eventually decided that a c-section was the way to go. You stared up at the ceiling as your body was being sliced and poked and prodded, and your husband held your hand and gave you words of encouragement. 

A loud cry broke through your anxious thoughts. The entire world stopped.

“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. O’Hara, it’s a girl; 10 fingers and 10 toes and a great head of hair!” the doctor plopped her on your chest. 

In that moment, you three were the only ones in the entire universe. Your baby, your husband, and you. Nothing had ever been more perfect. 

Hours later, after you’d gotten some much needed rest and food, you both gazed down at her sleeping face. “We never even had time to talk about names,” Miguel whispered. He ran a gentle finger over her tiny little hand. Your heart swelled for him even more. 

“I was thinking…” you started, “Maybe we could name her Gabriella, after your brother?” 

You heard him gasp quietly. You began to open your mouth to suggest something else. “It’s perfect. She looks like a Gabriella, don’t you think?” he never took his eyes off of her. 

“She looks like an O’Hara,” you chuckled. “Of course, she lived in my body for 9 months and came out looking like you.” 

Despite all the trouble she gave you during your pregnancy, Gabriella was such an easy baby. She slept through the night, she was easy to feed, and she was always content to sit with you. 

Those first few weeks of parenthood were surreal. You and Miguel would simply stare at her for hours, unsure how you made such a precious, perfect thing. She mesmerized the both of you. 

One evening, you were making dinner while Miguel fed her. His phone rang, and you overheard him in the living room. 

“Yes, I’d be happy to accept the offer! You have no idea what this means for my family, thank you so much.” 

He’d gotten a job at Alchemax. A fancy, well-paying job in his field. 

“You know, I’ll be making enough that you can stay home with Gabi if you want,” he said after you’d put her to bed. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with that? I can go back to work when my maternity leave is up - my parents offered to watch her during the day.” 

He pulled you close, “I want you to get to spend time with our daughter. I want you to raise her, no offense to your parents.” 

And so you did. 

The time flew by. You two bought a house close to your parents, he bought you a new car for your birthday, and all of the sudden, your daughter was turning one. 

Your house was filled with friends from college (many now with their own spouses), relatives, and friends from Miguel’s new job and your old one. 

You all watched as Gabriella smashed a white cupcake straight into her thick black hair. You and your husband sat together with your bubbly baby girl and opened present after present, making a mess of the wrapping paper. 

Suddenly, time was moving even faster. Preschool, kindergarten, soccer practice, family vacations. Miguel had the biggest soft spot for your daughter. 

Watching him be a parent made your heart grow ten times bigger. He woke up before the sun rose every day so he could be home to put her to bed every night. 

He read to her, he answered every question she had and never discounted her curiosity. 

He made it to every practice and soccer game, and took the whole team out for ice cream periodically. 

He let you sleep in late on Sundays and made pancakes and coffee. 

He was perfect. There was no other way to describe it. 

Suddenly, your daughter was 8 years old. She was constantly outgrowing her clothes, reading voraciously, and performing well in school. Her teachers and coaches praised your parenting to no end. You and Miguel smiled, “She’s just the most amazing kid.” 

You felt on top of the moon. You couldn’t believe that you’d stressed so much all those years ago in that little apartment when you’d seen the positive pregnancy test. 

Everything seemed right with the world. At least until a few weeks ago. 

Your husband wasn’t home yet. You checked your phone incessantly, but you never received a call or text.  

You got through bedtime with your daughter. She asked  three different times where her father was. 

After she was sound asleep, you began to get worried. You called his phone again and he didn’t answer. 

A sickly feeling bubbled in your gut. Not the churning anxiety that you’d felt so many times before, this was different. This felt like intuition. Something was terribly wrong. 

You texted everyone you knew asking if they had heard from him. You called the businesses that you thought he could be at. No one. It was like he had fallen off the face of the Earth. 

Just after 2am, you considered calling the police. As you began to dial, you heard a key turn in the lock. 

He walked in looking disheveled. You ran over to him and jumped into his arms. 

“I was so worried! Where were you!?” you squeezed him tight around his neck. 

“I’m sorry, we got caught up in a chem testing sequence. I’m not supposed to tell anyone about the project, so that’s why they said I wasn’t there.” He kissed your cheek and squeezed you. 

“You smell weird,” you said. He had such a distinct smell, a combination of the laundry detergent you used, his cologne, and his deodorant. He smelled all wrong for some reason. 

He looked you in the eyes and smiled. You’d never noticed how his smile was just the slightest bit crooked. 

“Let’s take a shower, amor.” He set you back on your feet. “I want to go take a peek at Gabriella, though. I’ll meet you in the bathroom,” he kissed you on the forehead and made his way to her room. 

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something was off about your husband that evening. At first, you blamed his late night. He claimed that his workload in the lab was increasing, but something still didn’t sit quite right with you. 

You’d stare at him out of the corner of your eye, not sure what you were hoping to see. 

He’d found a new interest in your sex life, as well. He pawed at you in your sleep and pressed your cheek up against the shower door late at night. He seemed like he was learning your body all over again. 

In some ways, he was the man you married. He still threw himself into parenting your daughter. He still made it to every soccer practice and game, still read to her every night. 

But you knew something was wrong. 

Your best guess was that he was cheating, but it seemed so out of character for him. Still, you had nothing else. 

He came home late again and found you sitting in the bedroom with your bedside lamp on. “You’re still up?” he asked. 

“What the hell is going on with you?” You demanded.

His brows knitted together in a confused look, “What do you mean?” 

“Are you cheating on me, Miguel?” 

“Amor, I would ne-”

“Then what is it?” Your voice was low with suspicion. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” He sat next to you and leaned in close. 

“I don’t know what it is, Miguel. But something’s not right. I know you, and I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” You flipped the light off and pulled the covers up. 

“I love you, honey. Nothing’s wrong, I promise,” he said in the darkness. 

“Whatever, Miguel. I’m going to sleep,” you turned away from him and shut your eyes. 

The timer on your phone went off. 

You thought again about your husband. 

Your husband who brought you roses yesterday. 

Your husband who couldn’t remember what size jersey your daughter wears. 

Your husband who’d had a vasectomy 5 years ago. 

You stared at the positive pregnancy test and sobbed. 

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse

[httpsghostie]

i just . many thoughts head full . thinking about toxic husband price that doesn’t compliment his darling anymore bc they’re already married and so he “doesn’t have to” . then they go out and she’s looking all pretty and someone compliments her . and he gets mad ! bc that’s his wife !! nobody else gets to call her pretty if not him >:c

Is It Really You?

sorry not sorry love u

Summary: your husband doesn't compliment you anymore.

Word Count: around 900

Warnings: toxic!husband!price x f!reader, angst/hurt, estabilished relationship (?

masterlist

Marriage was being a burden.

You never thought it would end up like this, all the sweet moments you two shared were replaced with toxicity and you seemed to be the only one holding it together.

John had become a different man after a certain mission he had in the military, leading to a lot of heated arguments, him sleeping on the couch way more than often. Sex wasn't the same also, that's when you two even engaged in it. 

But to everyone else it was perfect. Such a cute little housewife doing everything to her handsome, hardworking husband. And to be honest, you'd do anything for John, only if it wasn't for the man he'd now become.

He was cold, distant, indifferent. He didn't compliment you anymore, he wouldn't pay attention to the small details of your being like he always used to do, so loving and caring, just because, in his mind, he didn't have to earn you again. You two were already married, why should he?

Meals were shared with him on his phone, dealing with work, and you watching some crappy romance tv show, hopefully imagining you could live that again.

But it wasn't until the day he was invited to a dinner and had to show up with his pretty wife, pretending like the life you shared wasn't only being held by convenience.

You two stood in front of the house, a fine bottle of red wine in your arms, patiently waiting for someone to open the door. You wore a beautiful black dress, the one that your husband would never fail to compliment, but instead he just complained about you making him get there late.

"What a bonnie lass!" Said Soap as he greeted you, holding his arms open for a hug. You laughed as you stepped inside, accepting his hug.

"Thanks, Johnny, it's nice to hear that." You glanced at your husband who was putting his cigar away.

"That's my wife you're talking 'bout, Sargeant." He said, crossing his arms after he closed the door behind him, giving him a stern look.

"I acknowledge a beautiful woman when I see one." You chuckled, but felt your cheeks flushing. It's been a while since someone complimented you. It was such an innocent act coming from him that you didn’t even mind, but you knew what your husband thought of that.

You could see Gaz in the house as well, and he was making the universal 'cut that shit off' sign to Soap — a small waving hand on the side of his neck. He knew Price more than Soap, and for longer, also. He knew about your decaying relationship and he also didn't want a scene.

"Show some fucking respect, she's my wife, MacTavish." Price almost spitted out, raising his tone.

“Wow, ok, easy there, Captain!” Gaz finally stepped in between them, trying to ease the mood as he chuckled. “No need for that,— do you mind?” He pointed at the bottle in your hands that you’ve almost forgotten about, and if it wasn’t for him offering to take it, you’d probably have clutched it so tight that the glass would snap. You gave him a sweet smile and an almost inaudible ‘thank you’, not being really sure of where to shove your red face from embarrassment. 

“Is there a problem there?” You heard the deep voice of Simon approaching the little reunion by the entrance hall, Price’s hands turned into clenched fists and he took a deep breath.

“Not at all,” you chuckled awkwardly, waving your hands, and turned to your husband, whispering to him as the guys made their way to the living room, “and enough, John, why would you want to cause a scene, hm? Suddenly you’re jealous? What is that?”

“You’re my wife.” He pointed a finger to your chest. “You’re mine and you deserve respect.”

“Respect? John, that was the furthest thing from respect, he was just complimenting me, what’s wrong with you today?” You two were arguing silently, trying to keep as cool as possible.

“I don’t know.” He softened his gaze on you, brushing his beard awkwardly. “I- I don’t know, my dear, ‘m sorry.”

“Let’s pretend this didn’t happen.”

You didn't pay attention to the dinner whatsoever, nor the conversations going like nothing ever happened, the embarrassing scene your husband had caused in the hall of Soap's house were merely enough to make you dissociate. You felt strange, like something lit inside of you, those long gone butterflies finding its way to your stomach all over again. 

The drive back home was silent, from the start of the engine to the keys being tossed on the side table by the door, followed by the sound of you taking your high heels off.

“Didn’t mean to do that.” He said. You sighed, holding back your tears as if you were in a burst of hormones. “You… do look beautiful, darling.” It came out strained, like a cry for help.

You weren’t sure why, you thought you should feel grateful for having someone to be jealous over you, you thought you should run to his arms, hug him, tell him everything was going to be alright, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, you couldn’t even care to look at his face. Your heart was shattered in pieces, bleeding out. How could you deal with the pain?

And there he stood, watching the only thing that kept him from ending it all, slipping away from his fingers and mournfully perambulating through the hallway to their once shared room.

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[scekrex]

Giving Adam a rimjob, that’s it, send tweet.

I'd fucking love to eat his bitchy ass out ngl

We're eating good tonight, darlin'

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, rimjobs

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Flipping Adam onto his stomach turned out to be easier as you had first expected it to be, the first human yelped in surprise as his bare body was turned over and his hips were lifted from the mattress underneath him, taking away every opportunity of friction he would have had. Your grip on his hips was firm, harsh even and the brunette was convinced your fingerprints would leave bruises - not that he minded, he loved it when you got all possessive over him and marked him up in the most beautiful way possible.

When Adam felt your hands move to his ass cheeks, felt that you spread them apart, he was a little confused though. That confusion was blown away by pure lust though, when your lips kissed his entrance, a thing he had clearly not been expecting. “The fuck you’re- Oh fucking Christ,” the brunette interrupted himself as he buried his face deep in the pillows underneath him, crying out in pleasure and staining the son’s name. The feeling of your lips against his opening was indescribable, ít wasn’t comparable to anything he had ever felt before and when your tongue gently licked it, he was sure to lose it all. Though you weren’t able to see his face you were quite positive the first man’s face was scrunched up in sheer pleasure as you continued to tease his rim by pushing the tip of your tongue throǵh the muscle slightly before pulling it back again to lick his entrance once more. “Do it again,” he wasn’t begging, no, he was straight up demanding it, sounding so desperate for you to fill him up. He wanted you to push past his sensitive muscle, wanted you to stretch it, wanted to feel your tongue inside of him fully. He wondered what it would feel like. Would it feel similar to your dick? Would it feel completely different? Would he even be able to compare the feeling to something else when the things ýou were currently doing weren’t? Adam didn’t have an answer to any of those questions but he was desperate to find out, to get some answers to the thoughts that were fogging up his already clouded mind. And the brunette was certain he would get those answers he craved so much soon.

You were a tease, that he knew, that he had learned early. You loved teasing him so this new act was coming with teasing just as everything else you did to him did. His taste was just as wonderful as sucking his dick, his scent was making your mind feel heavy in a glorious way you could’ve never imagined. You’ve only ever read about rimjobs, never had the opportunity to give that kind of pleasure to someone - anyone. So Adam being the first to experience such a thing from you felt special in every way. You wanted him to enjoy it, maybe make him beg for more, but that came second. What came first was the brunette’s pleasure. You desired for him to relish the feeling just as much as you did, maybe the pure feeling of your tongue buried inside of him was enough to make him climax? The thought of it alone was enough to draw a moan from you, sending vibrations through your body. Adam felt your moan, felt it more than he was able to actually hear it due to his ass muffling the sounds that came from you, the only thing his skin didn’t muffle was your heavy breathing. Oh he wanted to drown in the feeling you were giving to him, he wanted to ask for more, more, more but when he tried to the only thing that actually made it past his lips was a shaky sounding whimper, yet you knew what he desired. The two of you had spent so many nights exploring each other’s bodies that you were able to understand the first man without speaking a single word, so was he. The body language the both of you spoke was more than enough.

Adam pushed his ass closer to your face in hopes, you would show mercy and push past the muscle that had not been prepared yet and if you kept up your little act, there wouldn’t be any need to do so, because if you would keep teasing the taller male like you did, he would come undone and fall apart in no time. However, mercy was not on your agenda, so you dipped the tip of your tongue it yet again as you squeezed his ass cheeks playfully, if you would have been able to, a cheeky grin would be visible, but you were too focused, too caught up in your self given task of pleasuring your partner, there was no time for cheekiness. Not now, when Adam made those delicious sounds, not when you yourself were getting off on eating him out. “Oh fuck,” Adam whispered against the fabric of the pillow case his face was pressed against, you understood him perfectly fine though. His ass was basically grinding against your face, silently begging for more as he also desperately sought friction to bring pleasure to his painfully hard dick. The first man felt needy and he had no shame in hiding the need he was feeling, not when it was you who was causing that feeling. “Just tongue-fuck me already, bitch,” he hissed as he lifted his head to look back at you, that sassiness of his earned him a firm slap on the ass which gifted you a high pitched moan that made you shiver a little. Though you had heard the pretty noises Adam was able to make countless times before, they always managed to affect you, they always let pleasure shoot through your veins.

When your tongue finally buried itself deep inside of Adam, the first man arched his back, trying to fit more of it into him, that greedy fucker. The brunette’s body swallowed you like it had been made for that, like it had been made for your body to bring him pleasure and while you were very aware that wasn’t the case, you couldn’t care less. His hips were eager to meet the thrusts of your tongue and his wings twitched in excitement as you picked up the pace a little just to withdraw your tongue a moment later, the cry of loss the first man let out sounded like music in your ears, music only Adam was able to create. As he had thought, the feeling of your tongue filling him up was nothing he had ever felt before, nor did it come close to something. It was a unique feeling that he couldn’t get enough of and while he had promised himself not to crumble down this quickly, he begged you in a whiny voice, “Please, more.” Because who was he kidding? He loved the feeling of having you inside of him, no matter if it were your fingers, your dick or your tongue. Whatever you were to offer to him, Adam’s body would gladly swallow.

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[sun-stricken]

Don’t have to answer if it’s not your style, but headcannons for overprotective dragon slayers to new demon slayer gray?

Random person: you’re all dragon slayers?

Slayers: yeah, why?

Random person points to gray: why’s he here?

Slayers: he’s adopted

anon you have no idea how much i love you for asking this, ive been waiting for an excuse to do this, i am a SLUT for anyone and anything being overprotective of Gray

i don’t believe in canon or timelines so use ur imagination

i like to think of Gray as person practically everybody ends up really liking, and a total cat magnet.

And dragon slayers r just big cats. So Gray already had close friendships with them

so when they realized ‘holy shit hes like us now’ their protective instincts went in overdrive

Natsu, Wendy, & Sting didnt even try to hide it; constantly trying to make sure hes comfortable and felt safe and didnt sit alone confused and scared by all these new things he has to deal with

Natsu definitely drags him onto impromptu jobs and fishing trips with Happy, in an effort to get away from people, or just so they can spend time together, the reason is unclear

i think dragon slayers as a whole are like violently touch starved, and thats what Sting focused on mostly.

he would drape himself over Gray when he felt like the other needed or wanted it but wouldnt ask

it helped Gray get more comfortable for sure

Wendy, as a healer and friend, tried to give him every piece of advice she knew, offering remedy after remedy to help ease him into his now heightened senses

Gray tried to explain to them once that his abilities are fairly different from theirs, yes he has heightened senses, but his instincts and needs were a hell of a lot different than theirs; that only spurred them on more, making them try to research everywhere they could about demon slayers

Rogue & Gajeel were more subtle with it (not by much tho), they understood when needed it quiet, when he just wanted company without the talk

If Gray was having a hard time, whether or not it was bc of his slayer magic, Rogue would offer up Frosch and sit with him, offering silence or white noise. whatever he needed

Gajeel probably thought he was subtle but he absolutely was not, like asking Gray if he wants to run errands with him when places theyre at get too sensorially intense

he tried to ask Levy about everything she knew abt demon slayers without being too obvious, when she kept sending him knowing glances he just asked (very resigned) for some books on the matter.

there was surprisingly little

But he made do and probably studied every piece of literature there was on the matter

The others probably found out and teased him even tho they did the same thing (they also probs asked him to drop a list of books for them)

Now, Laxus really was subtle

telling Gray to go home when he was visibly pushing himself

talking about his new sound canceling headphones and then conveniently leaving them near Gray

or little compliments abt how his new magic is coming along, quiet support type shit

also staring someone down to get them to shut up if they’re being too much

i feel like they turned from ‘one of our own’ protective to overprotective when they realized ppl werent as accepting of demon slayers as they were with dragon slayers

Most ppl exposure to slayer magic is limited to dragon slayers, who refer to themselves as dragons. so when a demon slayer pops up, the correlation isn’t pretty, and their actions are even worse

While Gray understands people must just scared or confused, so he doesnt blame them; he has a hoard of extremely protective dragons who think differently

Wendy had to be physically restrained by multiple people after she heard people calling Gray a monster

Natsu genuinely considered burning alive someone who refused to pay Gray after he finished up a job

Gray definitely now had scary dog privileges, the dog being every single dragon slayer he knows

Laxus zapping people who so much as look at Gray wrong, or frying whatever electronic (ik its lacrimas but work with me) device they have.

or both

Them all hyping up (in their own ways) Grays physical demon features when they start showing up

Post joint guild party at Sabertooth: some guy talking shit abt how Fairy Tail could allow a demon into their ranks, how he is gonna hurt someone. They are now guildless and only eating through a straw and a face not even a mother could love

Someone at an event giving Gray a backhanded compliment and immediately getting death stares mixed with a violent increase of magic in the air that would make the gods shudder

Remember when i said Grays a cat magnet? its not just the dragon slayers who adore him, its their exceeds too

if u asked them to list their favorite people, Gray is in the top 5 for all of them

im stealing another hc from someone and saying Gray fosters cats, and Happy may or may not of gotten jealous once or twice over the pets and scratches that were supposed to be his

If Rogue loses Frosch and Gray happens to be in town 70% they’re probs together

The incorrect quote u put is so canon in this universe btw

Gray “Honorary Dragon Slayer” Fullbuster

i have so many more but neither of us are prepared yet

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[multiharlot]

my wife / matt murdock x age gap!reader

summary: matt loves calling you "his wife" any chance he gets. especially when someone isn't quite getting the hint

warnings: jealous matt sorry not sorry, mentions of alcohol, a second warning for jealous matt bc he deserves it, the phrase "my wife" is used an obnoxious amount of times.

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matt loved calling you his wife every chance he got. from the moment you two got married, he only ever referred to you as "my wife."

you two had gone to a nearby thai restaurant and ran into one of his old classmates from columbia, tyler.

"hey! good to see you! how've you been?"

"good and you!"

"great. have you....have you met my wife? this is my wife, y/n."

tyler just smiled before sticking his hand out.

"you must be...his wife?"

you chuckled, nodding your head and shaking his hand.

"it's his new favorite phrase." you smiled

and he never denied it when you said that.

one day, he'd apparently told foggy and karen that "his wife" was bringing them lunch today.

"you know...we were at the wedding. we know she's your wife, bud. you don't have to keep saying it."

"sorry i just...i like saying it." he shrugged, his cheeks warming as he felt them staring at him.

foggy and karen just smiled at the gross amount of love that their friend had for his wife.

so you could imagine, during his college reunion, he had a hell of a time introducing you as his wife to everyone that came up to speak to him. everyone in the room knew that you were his wife. or so you thought.

"hey, i'm gonna go grab some drinks. you guys want anything?" you ask, turning your head towards matt, foggy, and marci.

foggy nodded his head while matt and marci said no.

"well would you look at that, your wife is gonna go get me a drink." foggy teased at matt, and he just shrugged, sipping on the scotch he'd been nursing all night.

"my wife is a nice woman."

you rolled your eyes as you walked away, headed towards the open bar.

"can i get a cosmo and a scotch neat please?" you ask, and the bartender nods their head.

you lean forward, looking at all of the bottles against the wall as you wait for you drinks. then a man leans against the bar beside you.

"hi...have we met before?"

you give him a polite smile, shaking your head.

"no, i don't believe so."

"i didn't think so. i would've remembered meeting someone as beautiful as you." he said, smiling cooly.

you let out an awkward chuckle as you nodded your head.

"yeah well i doubt we would've met. i'm here with my husband. i didn't go here so...i mean i did. just not...for law. and not at the same time as you."

"your husband?"

"mhm" you hum, nodding your head and hoping that would be enough to get him to back off.

but alas, not all dreams come true.

"i don't know the guy but he seems like a fool."

"excuse me?" you ask sharply, narrowing your eyes at him.

"he's got to be a fool to leave a pretty thing like you unattended." he smirks, stepping forward and tracing his hand gently down your arm.

as you move your arm and step back, a hand is quick to grab the stranger's hand off of you.

"i'm gonna suggest that you don't touch my wife and that you keep your hands to yourself."

there's a short pause before the stranger lets out an amused chuckle.

"murdock's your husband?"

"and what about it?" you ask sharply, furrowing your eyebrows and quirking your head to the right.

"he just didn't seem like the marrying type."

"i wasn't, until i met my wife."

"ummm....your drinks are ready." the bartender says, awkwardly interrupting.

you mumble a quick thank you and matt leaves a tip on the counter. he quickly wraps his arm around your hips, gripping your hip bone so tightly you thought it might leave marks.

"here's your drink fog." you smile, handing his his drink as you take a seat.

"everything okay?" he asks cautiously as matt adjusts his jaw.

you look over at matt , who's jaw is so tense you're afraid it'll break. you lean over, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw and then taking a sip of your cosmo.

"everything's good. my husband took care of it." you smiled, which caused matt to relax slightly.

"anytime." matt smiles, sliding his arm around your waist and pressing a quick kiss to your hairline.

"not you too." foggy groans.

"i think it's cute." marci mumbles and shrugs.

"no yeah, it's so cute. just like my wife." foggy says, pressing a loud kiss to marci's cheek.

marci just looks at foggy for a moment before speaking up.

"nevermind i hate it."

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[futureplayboibunnie]

Reader being turned on by Stephen being good with kids or just being a dad and baby making kink and whatever else? Bc man who is good with kids makes me FERAL

Thank you💕

‘Messy’

Dr Strange x fem!reader

- never in a million years would i have imagined myself writing about breeding but here we are. i genuinely think this is my filthiest one yet, i had to just stop and think about what i was doing a few times and how my life got to this specific moment. i love possessive Stephen so much, gah damn. anyways, enjoy this filth xo

Stephen had been looking at you funny all day, not badly but just...strangely.

He was wearing himself differently than usual, head tilted back and eyes gleaming in a wicked dimmed sparkle, his conscience was heavy with something and you were keening to find out what his beautiful mind held. You let it sit with you throughout the day, letting him come to you for once.

He was sat in his big, antique chair that was nooked in the corner of his room, the night bleary with frost whisped air as his window showed him the New York lights like a cinematic experience made just for him; but the neon lights weren't enough to shred light to his thoughts. When Stephen saved America from the eternal torment of the Scarlet Witch, he grew a weird sort of attatchement to the idea of having someone he needed to protect. Of course he had you he needed to keep safe, if anyone laid a finger on you or looked at you the wrong way he'd enjoy torturing them for weeks on end before sending them to burn in a dimension of fire and darkness but he wanted more with you. Stephen couldn't imagine letting anyone else in let alone imagining a life with them, a life with kids and then you walked into his life and turned everything upside down and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't rid himself of you, an itch that couldn't be scratched. Now he was so in love he was sure he was replaced by a lovesick fool, not the hard and arrogant neurosurgeon he was eons ago.

Stephen needed you to have his kids. He wanted you dripping with how much he needed you.

You on the other hand noticed the way he was with children. Fucking hell, he was just a natural with them and it was surprising to you. The man that was once so egotistical it blinded his whole worldview is now a man that held children as if they were his own, able to calm them down in just a few seconds. It was easy enough to fall in love with Strange, seeing through all the hubris and insecurity he never let himself be free of, you haven't really been the same since then. You hated being treated like a damsel in distress, you could take care of yourself perfectly fine but Stephen was overprotective of what was his. He didn't have time to rationalise, no rhyme or reason to why he did the things he did. Stephen didn't like sharing. Not now. Not ever. It was so damned attractive, so mature in a way you'd never seen him.

You walked into Stephen's room, darkened and gloomy but only the light of the street outside serving as an ambient lamp. He was staring outside intently, fingers grazing over his lips completely lost in his own thoughts, clouding him grey like the night outside. He wanted to breed you, make you have his kid but he knew you well enough that you wouldn't even think twice about it. Stephen let out a shaky breath when he heard you padding slowly in the room.

‘’What you thinkin' about?'’ Your voice was honeyed, slow; a means to tease him out of the walls he was building up, he's been quiet all day, moving in silence in a way you hadn't experienced since you first met him. It took you a while to get him to open up to you.

‘’Nothing.’’ He finally said impassive in tone.

‘’Then why do you look like you're about to kill someone?’’ You smiled slightly and he let out an almost unreadable scoff.

Stephen's face was blank when you caught up to his chair, he was holding a stiff drink in his hand trying to absolve himself of something that you couldn't quite place your finger on. His brows were furrowed and his lips contorted into a hard line and his mouth fell dry, his free fingers were tapping away at the arm rest of the chair. He was restless. Impatient. Stephen's eyes finally looked up at yours and they were darkening with every moment he looked at you- wearing one of his button downs that hugged all the right places, legs bare, no panties. Fuck if he could just have you right now, stuff you full of him, have you leak for him.... heaven would rest on his shoulders and prick the tips of his ears.

‘’You just gonna sit there all lonely? You haven't been all doom and gloom in a while.’’ You breathed with your head cocked, looking down at his stern face. "You gonna tell me why?’’

He was still radio silent, his mouth not loosening at your voice alone so you opted for another way to get him to talk. You slowly climb onto his lap, eyes still unwavering from iced blue when you nestled between those massive thighs.

You shivered a little when your bare pussy met with the roughness of his jeans. God it felt good. Stephen’s chest caved a little as he huffed at you impatiently, trying so hard to not give into you, he was actually a little nervous telling you he wanted to knock you up, fuck you so hard you were reeling from how full you felt.

‘’Come on, baby. You know you can tell me anything.’' You muttered as you slung your arms around him, playing with little tufts of his hair. You weren't even teasing at this point, you were tired with him and his mopiness. Stephen was stifling a moan when you clambered onto him, he felt himself harden against you. You had grown tired of his shit, to your dismay you let go of him and stood yourself up. Letting out a little annoyed "fine' you started to walk away.

Stephen twiddled his thumbs for a moment, very certain of the next move he was going to make but it was like he lost control. Before you could leave the room he followed behind you and pulled you by your hair. You let out a yelp and struggled against him before he grabbed you by the back of the neck to face him, other hand wrapped around your waist, pinching so hard on the skin through the fabric it made you let out a breathless whine.

‘’Stephen! My hair.’’ You both stilled against each other. He was so close his breath was fanning against your face but it felt like you weren't even breathing.

‘’I want to put a baby in you.’’ Stephen muttered so casualy as he tugged onto your hair even harder so your chin jutted up towards him. His hold on you was ironlike, his grip industrial.

‘’You do?’’ Your eyes were wide in surprise. Fuck. You thought that this was a lucid dream, him telling you all the things you wanted.

‘’I want to fuck you dumb. I want to fuck you so stupid you're just aching for me to fill you up, make you leak down those bare legs you flash around so carelessly. You know I love you sweetheart, but I need to fuck you like a slut, my slut, a mindless whore until I put my kid in you.’’ He gritted out breathlessly but so certain on every single word he uttered. Your mouth was agape in his filthy words and you drank it all up. He had never been this rough with you, ever, and dear God you were begging for more.

You can't remember the last time he creampied and it made a small smirk appear on your face.

‘’Do it then.’’ You whispered against his lips, eyes heavy as you gawked into his.

The air was dense with need, so humid that if you made a fist in the air water would fall onto your lap. The extent of his need was stretching so thin it was wrapping his brain up and suffocating him.

Stephen smashed his lips against yours, practically devouring the taste of you off your tongue, your mouth so sweet and potent like a street drug- begging for hit after hit. Your tongues banded together to create a symphony of erotic sounds and when Stephen pulled on your hair even harder than before, you moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the noise in its entirety. His free hand travelled to your ass and squeezed mercilessly, he spanked it as his mouth melded to yours. He wanted to spank you until your ass was a bruising shade of red. He slowly unbuttoned every single button on your shirt at an atagonsingly slow pace, a major contrast to his heavy and fast paced words from before. Your tits fell free and you shivered at your bare skin against his.

‘’You're mine.’’ He grumbled possessively and it made your head spiral.

‘’I'm yours.’’ You hummed against his lips.

With those words alone, he pushed you on the bed facefirst by your hair and it made a broken moan fall from your raw throat. You could feel Stephen reach behind his back and he pulled off his shirt, then you could hear the clank of his belt. Your ears pricked up at the sound, eyes covered in a glassy wicked sparkle as your tongue licked at your teeth. You heart was thundering with excitement, giddy off of the high he was going to give you, the anticipation in the air driving you crazy. You grunted when he grabbed your arms and pinned them behind the small of your back, using his belt he looped around your wrists multiple times and the leather pinched your skin delectably. He tugged to tighten them up and you whined at the sensation.

‘’Gonna have you drooling for me.’’ Stephen promised as he spanked your ass again, the sound cracking through the air. It was a lazy hit but still hard, he revelled in the fact that he was leaving his handprint on your ass, his mark on your skin indenting him as a claim on you. His finger prints dug into your skin and you felt your body squirm under him.

Stephen flipped you over so he could look in your eyes while fucking you, arms still tied behind your back as you recoiled. Your eyes were alight with a demanding fire, a heady cyclone swirling in desire and whatever twisted thing he had in mind next. You knew he had an aggressive nature, his bouts of arrogance showed that but this was the best extention of that. God, it was like you were his own fuckdoll. He wanted to fuck your hole sloppy and wet, your arousal was insurmountable. His mouth was on yours, saliva and spit covering all over your lips and down your chin, his teeth bit at your jaw and neck, he provided you with those bites you loved so much, it was like the man was made for you.

‘’You wanna put your cum in me? Make me have your baby? Do it, Stephen.’’ You practically whimpered. stephen groaned when he wrapped his lips around your nipples and bit hard.

‘’Wanted to fuck you like this for weeks.’’ He sounded exasperated and needy, a mess just like you were. Stephen discarded of any remaining clothes and he was as hard as a rock, aching and desperate for you; so willing to dump his cum into you and use his cock like a plug.

You were a mewling mess. A bitch in heat. Face etched in that pathetic pampered pain as tears pricked in your eyes. It was like sin. All of it.

‘’So wet. And it’s all for me?’’ He stared you down as the tips of your noses touched, he bit down on vour plump lower lip glazed in spit and tugged it back. You nodded but it was difficult to differentiate if he was mocking you or not.

‘’You’re so generous.’’

He dragged his leaking cock through your folds before ultimately sliding into you, you made it so easy for him. Stephen didn't give you any spare moment to adjust as he rutted in and out of you as your chest heaved and your cheeks were blush bitten. Your brows tensed with every stroke, knot after knot so close to being undone. You were going to make all of his wildest dreams come true.

‘’You're a bad influence on me Strange.’’ You flirted with a smirk and all your peripheral could view was his shit eating grin threatening to slice his face in half.

‘’You love it you slut.’’ Stephen slapped you ass again. It felt divine.

‘’I'm offended. You dirty dog.’’ You giggled and tutted at him, scolding him like an irresponsible child and he was loving it.

‘’My slut.’’ He tried to acquiesce and it worked when your lips met his again to make him shut the fuck up. Sweat was falling out in dewdrops down his forehead and across his brow, the growls he let out with every stroke inside of your warm wet pussy was only fought with your sweet lust sprinkled moans. He was serioulsy tearing up and destroying your cunt like it was all his to live in, he made his mark and now he wanted to stay there.

‘’Cum inside of me. Show me you want me.’’

You breathed so sensually and Stephen had to do a double take, his patience was wearing thin and he needed to fill you to the brim. You felt the bulge of him nudge you so deep, he placed his large palm on it when he was appearing and disappearing out of you.

‘’You feel that? That's how deep I am inside of you.’’ He grinned and kissed you sweetly this time, you were sure you were blushing like an idiot. ‘’Dear God, you're so perfect it drives me insane. It's like you were made for me.’’

A moan erupted out of you, your high just visible and you were a few more footsteps to the top, that final rut into you made you see specks of euphoria in your eyesight, the look of primal desire on stephen's face made you finish that much harder, you bit your lip to stifle the louder screams about to raw your already sore throat. You were sure Stephen's dick was made of magic, you wanted him inside you forever and knowing how fucking hard he was, he did too.

Stephen let the waves crash to the shore, he let the ecstacy wash over him and he had never came like that in his entire life. Filling up your sloppy pussy to the brim and he got what he wanted, you were leaking all down your legs, eyes wide and panting with the air that barely satiated your lungs. He was giddy. Glee was all he could feel. He just loved you so much. sex was alwavs such a dream with you and this was the most memorable moment of it yet. He stilled inside you for a while before he sadly had to let you go, it pained him because you always gripped onto him so tight.

‘’Stephen…?’’

‘’Mhm?’’ He mumbled out when he flipped you over and undid the harsh knots of the belt, you sighed in relief at the freeing sensation. He threw his belt across the room.

‘’Why are you always right, goddamnit. I-I'm leaking. It's gonna take forever to clean up.’’ You blurted out, mildly annoyed at the mess he made of you.

‘’You're so messy for me, I can’t control that.’’

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[bitchfitch]

Idk man, chase and his sire have been on my mind lately. bc like.

Like imagine this. You're young and your skin just feels Wrong. you hate everything about yourself and dream of a day you walk onto a stage utterly unrecognizable to all who knew you before. You're trying to find your missing piece, you're your family's dirty secret. Everything you do is wrong, and no one will tell you what right is.

And then a string of bad choices lands you in the company of someone who Finally makes it all click. They understand, They don't blink twice when you ask them to call you by a different name. They seem to know all the little things that are broken with you and can piece them back together with gentler hands than you'd ever known possible. They don't make you feel complete, they just helped you find it yourself.

You're young, they're not. They praise you and adore you and trade you more and more and only ask for little things in return. A kiss a fuck, a little bit of blood, a night of ecstasy on a drug they'll never tell you the name of. You're hooked. You're rotting from the inside out as they and their liquor sweet words become as addictive as the medicines they have you drink. You're so happy. You don't remember how to be anything else.

They kill you. It wasn't on purpose, but they were the one to push you to go another round, to take another dose, to ignore the pain in your veins until you felt your heart die in your chest. They killed you. and they brought you back just as easily. Made you just like them. Immortal and immune to the poisons you once loved.

You can't get high anymore, but the addiction is gone, they feed you their own blood. Care for you while you learn this new way of living. They tell you they love you so many times. You always say it back.

They keep taking. Keep pushing, and pushing and pushing until finally it goes to far. You fight back for the first time. They don't so much as strike you. Just say they were disappointed and leave you alone.

For weeks they leave you alone. You feel hunger for the first time in your un-life. You feel the poisons that never left your veins creeping over your mind once more. You used to love the feeling of a good high.

They come back only when you're delirious with it, so far gone that you say yes and obey. They reward you with their own blood. You never thought being sober could feel so good. You swear you've learned your lesson.

You did

You learned it was all conditional. You learned the true shape of the noose they had around your neck.

They find other things to fancy. You go longer between meals, until finally you break and hunt for yourself for the first time. You don't know who it is you kill. Who's throat you tear out like a wild dog, your teeth dull and human despite the hunger being sated by the life gushing from their veins. You feel alive like you were before you met your sire. Your mouth burns with that human's taste.

It doesn't satisfy you for nearly as long as your sire's blood does.

Their attentions towards you come and go. When they're there it's like those days before you were turned. They tell you they love you and you still always say it back. No one makes you feel as known as they do. No one knows you like they do. They'd never let someone else into your life even as they've found so many others to doll out their attention to.

You leave. They don't follow.

the world moves on without you. You don't age. You don't change. New medicines that would have cured all that made you fall into that monster's grasp become available. Surgeries and shots and special little pills. None of it matters for you now.

They took that chance away from you when they gave you your immortality and addiction to them.

You say you don't miss them.

They come into town and ask if you're free to go dancing again. They brought gifts and silver words and promises that you are unique amongst your new kin. You know they've said it to every other amor they've taken.

You still want to believe it when they smile at you.

[geeky-politics-46]

Hey! As much as I love dom!Stephen, I was wondering if we could switch things up and if you could write a smut where reader switches their roles one day bc she sees someone flirt with him and gets jealous and he sees she has a possessive side too and then she marks him up to show others he is taken? Thanks !!!

Not Very Good At Subtle

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: When another woman flirts with Stephen you give him a reason to remember exactly who he's going home with & you don't care who overhears it.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - Dom/sub dynamics, jealousy, dirty talk, pet names, oral sex (m receiving), little bit if rough play, semi-public sex, language, it's just pure filth

I may have been imagining this ever since we started seeing pics of him in that suit. I have zero shame. Written so reader can be either a regular person or sorcerer/Avenger.

Nat could tell by the way you jabbed the swizzle stick at the ice in your drink that you were ticked off. She followed your glare and saw the source of your displeasure. A female reporter in a cocktail about one size too small who was trying to cozy up to a certain sorcerer. It didn't help that he looked absolutely fucking delicious in that suit.

You were far less than entertained at the over the top way she had taken to showing her interest in Doctor Stephen Strange. He was an incredibly charming man who had the handsome good looks of a classic movie star. It was just the icing on the cake that he was a genius as well as an MD. He also loved to show off. Literally turning water into wine as one of his favorite party tricks. All those features easily attracted many lovely women or men whenever he wanted, and sometimes when he didn't.

All things that had attracted you to him. Which is exactly why you were perturbed. She was flirting with your man, and while he wasn't necessarily reciprocating it he wasn't dismissing her either. He was making sure to split his attention between the other two or three people in the cluster around him. Occasionally awkwardly acknowledging her when she would place a hand on his upper arm or toss her hair with a phoney laugh before trying to shove her cleavage toward him. 

You had arrived together but quickly found different places to stand. Everyone knew you were friends but you didn't want to be seen as "his date". You were both trying to keep your relationship quiet for the time being. 

Hell the only reason Nat knew why you were so mad was because she had found a little love note he had left for you one day when she was rooting through your purse for a pen. Before she could call you on it loud enough the whole city would know you managed to wrangle her into a room and tell her everything. 

That yes, you and Stephen were seeing each other. That you were a couple. You just weren't ready to be out in the open yet. So other than her, and you suspicioned Wanda, Wong was the only other one who knew for sure. They both had been sworn to secrecy.

Once you had arrived at the event you quickly found the girls and made a beeline for them. Wanda tried to split her time with Vision. Nat and Maria both liked to hang together and people watch. Stephen was more or less forced to mill around, schmoozing with all of the bigwigs. Trying to keep the Avengers in good social standing meant playing dancing monkey. 

"You grip that glass any tighter and you're gonna break it." 

Nat couldn't help but tease you a little. She thought it was adorable the way you and Strange would both dance around each other whenever you were in the same room. You were both terrible at trying to be secretive. How everyone didn't already know about you two was beyond her.

"You know if you want to get his attention you could just go get Bucky or Thor to dance with you." 

A faux innocent grin played on Wanda's face. Trying to goad you into confessing. Or at the very least creating an interesting show for everyone else to watch.

It was now Maria's turn to poke at you. "I think it's more she just wants him away from her."  

"Oh my god does everyone know?" 

They all chuckled and looked at you. Shooting you a look that said just how bad your poker face had really been. Wanda was the one who decided to answer.

"No. Clearly she doesn't. I think most of the guys are still oblivious to. Other than Vis."

You heard the reporter's laugh again and slammed your glass down on the bartop, inadvertently garnering more attention toward yourself. 

"Okay that's it", you said pointedly just as she took another step to try and press herself closer to Stephen. You launched yourself in their direction and walked briskly toward the small group. Slowing as you approached to look more inconspicuous. Once you were behind Stephen you reached around to touch the arm closest to the reporter and wedged your body between them.

"Excuse me, Dr. Strange, we seem to have a little matter that could use your attention in the other room. If I could borrow you for just a moment."

You could see the panic behind his eyes. You called him "Dr. Strange". You never did that. He could also see the reporter staring daggers at you and already trying to reach around you to grab onto his arm to get him to stay.

He fumbled out a hurried "of course", and started following you toward the single bathroom just off the main room. Just barely avoiding the grasp of the now offended other woman. 

You both tried to keep a casual pace, but took large steps to get to the door as quickly as possible. You had no backup plan if someone else beat you to the currently unoccupied private space. Maybe there was a closet nearby, but you didn't have the patience left to look for it.

You pushed him into the bathroom ahead of you and swiftly moved to lock the door behind you. He was already starting to try to calm you down before he even turned to face you. He was very aware why you were upset and wanted to assuage any worry you had. He was crazy about you.

You clapped your hand over his mouth to shush him and pushed him back to the wall with the other. His eyes showed his shock. He was used to being the dominant one and your show of predation caught him completely off guard.

"Shut up Stephen. I'm going to talk, and you are going to answer when told. Do you understand me?" 

A playful glint in your eye told him he should only be a little afraid. You were still in earshot of everyone else surely you wouldn't do anything too crazy. He nodded his head.

"Good boy" 

You pulled your hand away and kissed him hard. Letting your hands ruffle his hair and your body press firmly to his. When you felt his hands grab your ass you reached back and swatted them away signalling you could touch him, but not vice versa. You let the kiss slow before breaking away. 

Smiling at the flush now on Stephen's cheeks and your lipstick now smeared on his mouth. You let your hands slide down his collar to play with the knot in his tie. Letting him catch his breath before you continued on with your game.

Once you could tell his vision was focused and he was paying attention once again you loosened his tie and undid his top button as you let your words fall slow and sultry. Heavy with the possibility of consequence for his action. You were a lioness who had cornered your unsuspecting prey. This was a side of you Stephen had never seen before. Though thrown off balance still, your prey was all too willing to let you devour him.

"Did you think I would really stand by and watch her throw herself at you Stephen? Did you think I didn't notice whenever she would run her hand up your arm? Wanting you to touch her. You wouldn't though, would you baby? There's only one woman you want to touch, isn't there?"

He dropped his head back against the wall and your lips found his throat as you reached down to grab his crotch in one hand. Sucking and biting little marks against the sensitive spots on his neck in between your words. You were marking your territory. 

You knew the answer to your question, and he knew that you knew the answer. 

You could feel his heart starting to race as you let your hand start to stroke and massage his cock. Feeling him grow and harden, hot and heavy under your touch. 

"There's only one woman you want to touch you isn't there Stephen? You like it when I touch you don't you baby? Like when I stroke your cock just like this." 

Stephen moaned and started to grind his hips against your hand. His hands gripped at your hips hesitantly but he didn't try to pull you closer. He didn't know what your endgame was and he didn't want to do anything to accidentally make you stop. 

'You like when I suck your cock too, don't you?"

At that he whimpered a little. He was already putty in your hands and the thought of your mouth on his cock only melted him more. His eyes were squeezed shut and he nodded frantically as he tried to stay quiet.

The hand that was still resting on his chest quickly moved up and pulled his hair hard in your fist making him look you in the eyes. A firm look now on your face.

"Answer me Stephen." 

"Fuck yes sweetheart. Love when you suck my cock. Your mouth feels so good baby. Best I've ever felt. Always want you to suck my cock."

You hiked up the bottom of your dress and knelt down in front of him. Your eyes never left his and the Cheshire cat grin never left your face. Even if you were the one in the physically submissive position you were still very much the one in charge. 

"Well, if you want it Stephen, let me hear you beg for it." 

You dropped your head forward placing a long lascivious lick over the bulge in his expensive suit pants. Teasing him through the fabric. Knowing he would be able to feel the warmth of your tongue just enough to drive him crazy.

Stephen was clearly torn between desperately wanting you to continue and being very aware that everyone in the other room probably saw you disappear in there together. You had already been in there for a decent amount of time. People would get suspicious soon. Plus he knew he wouldn't be able to be quiet if you started sucking him off.

You started to place kisses over his now painfully hard cock. Gazing up at him like you were the one pleading to get him in your mouth. Seeing you look so wanton but so in control was what broke him.

"Fuck it, fuck it if they hear. Want you to suck my cock so bad sweetheart. Need to feel your warm wet mouth, and god the things you do with that tongue. Please suck my cock baby. Please. Need my cock in your mouth."

You licked your lips in anticipation as you undid his dress pants pushing them down to his knees. Taking a moment to admire the tent in his briefs where his cock strained under the fabric. You also couldn't help but take a little lick of the damp spot that had now formed where the head of his cock had already started leaking. Humming in delight at the hint of the taste of him, and making him give out a needy little moan. 

You cocked your head up at him with a cheeky smirk as you grabbed the waistband of his underwear and started to pull them down.

"Don't worry Doctor. You know I can make you feel so good."

You made sure to position yourself so that when his long cock sprung free from its constraints it came very close to smacking you in the face. 

Smiling as you gripped his base and kissed his swollen tip before starting to place little kitten licks over it. You stuck out your tongue and made a big show of licking up and down his shaft. Your other hand slid up to start playing with his balls. He was starting to throb in your hands. 

High pitched whimpers and groans coming from the powerful man above you. Little pleas of "please y/n, please." Urging you to suck him in. 

"Since you beg so nicely baby."

You still started slow. Sucking in just his head but moaning as you did. Making a very shallow bobbing motion you slowly started taking him in deeper. Each time you came up you made sure to pull off with a little bit of a pop. You wanted this to be nice and sloppy. A blowjob Stephen would never forget.  

You slid him down your throat inch by inch, holding him there once you hit the base of his cock and swallowed around him the best you could. Using one arm you tried to hold his hips mostly still, looking up at him as the corners of your eyes started to water. Your mascara and eyeliner starting to smudge and run under your eyes.

You let him try to rut against the back of your throat for a moment until you ran out of air. Gasping as you pulled all the way off of him. A string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock before dripping down your chin when you lowered back and started bobbing on his entire length. 

He clawed at the wall. Desperately trying to keep from grabbing at your hair. He was going to be good and follow your rules because fuck he needed to cum so bad. Between his moans and the cursing mixed with begging, interlaced with the erotic sound of you slurping at his cock there was no way someone couldn't hear exactly what was going on in that bathroom. Stephen was so far gone he couldn't care less.

He practically sobbed when you pulled your mouth away from his throbbing cock. Spitting on it before you started stroking him in your hand. You ducked down to lick and kiss his balls, you could feel them starting to tighten to his body as you worked on him. He was close. 

"I love sucking your cock Stephen, tastes so fucking good. You've got no idea how wet you've got me." 

You moaned as you stroked him and made a show of grinding your hips against nothing. Stopping when you took his head in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the ridge. Licking up all the pre-cum he was dribbling as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. You licked and kissed every inch of his manhood until you were ready to finish him.

"I know you're ready to cum Stephen. You want to cum in my mouth baby? Beg to cum down my throat. Then we can go home and I'm gonna ride your face. Does that sound good, baby? Tell me what you want."

Without waiting for him to answer you started bobbing up and down faster, using your mouth and your hands in sync on him. One hand stroking his base when your mouth pulled up to his head, your other hand tugged gently at his balls like you were milking them. Making sure to give him as much stimulation as you possibly could. Honestly, you were a little surprised when he managed semi-coherent full sentences. 

"God - FUCK! - yes baby, please let me… please make me cum in your mouth. Uhhh! Need to… need to. Need you, need your pussy. Fuck fuck fuck!" 

He came with a loud groan and practically doubled over your body as you swallowed everything he gave you. Smiling to yourself as you let him slide from your mouth. Being sure to lick him clean as he came down from his high. 

You gingerly and carefully pulled up his underwear and pants, tucking him back in before fastening them. His eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open as he rested against the wall. His normally perfect hair sticking every which way and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

You redid his shirt button and straightened his tie, making the handy work you had done on his neck was still somewhat visible. You stepped over to the sink to wet a hand towel before moving back to him. Brushing his hair back into place before using the wet cool cloth to mop his brow.

His eyes were now open and he smiled as he looked down at you as you cared for him. He knew he had hit the jackpot with you. He tilted your chin up with one hand to gently kiss your lips before taking the hand towel and using it to wipe the smeared makeup from under your eyes. 

He pulled you against him and nuzzled into your hair. Humming in contentment and rocking you side to side gently. Stopping and pressing multiple kisses to your forehead.

"You know you had absolutely no reason to worry right? As far as I'm concerned you were the only woman in that room tonight and any other night. I do think our little secret might be out though. We weren't exactly quiet." 

You giggled at his last statement.

"Well you weren't quiet." 

You could practically hear him roll his eyes at your retort.

"Either way though, I don't care. Take me home Stephen. I just want to be with you. You go out first and get my coat. I'll meet you at the door."

He swallowed and started walking toward the door, readying himself for the most public walk of shame of his life. You watched him through the mirror as you fixed your hair.

He barely cracked the door and tried to slip out unnoticed despite the fact that your amorous activities still clearly showed on his skin and in his demeanor. You smiled at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands and waited an appropriate amount of time to exit. 

Where Stephen tried to fly under the radar you made no attempt to hide. Walking straight through the center of the room with your head raised high. You felt untouchable. As you walked the crowd parted for you like the Red Sea. An aura of sex now surrounding you. 

Deciding to make a little detour you set your handbag on the bar next to the reporter who now stood in stunned silence. You grabbed the martini in front of her and downed the last sip before picking up the napkin underneath it and dabbed at the corners of your mouth. You placed both back down in front of her as You pulled a compact and lipstick bullet from your bag. Making a show of reapplying your lipstick.

You popped both back in your bag and turned to leave. Making sure to look her dead in the eye with a cocky smirk on your face as you turned. The sway in your hips now even greater as you walked through the crowd toward the door where Stephen was already waiting with your coat. 

The clumps of Avengers you passed all displayed different reactions. Tony and Clint grinning from ear to ear, with Pepper and Rhodey trying to hide grins. Steve and Bruce blushing, unable to make eye contact with you. Thor, Sam, & Bucky tipped their glasses and acknowledged you with a "ma'am" or a wink. Wanda giggling next to a quizzical faced Vision. 

Nat turned to nudge your shoulder as you went to walk past her and wiggled her eyebrows. 

"Subtle", she said in a hushed tone. Though it caused Maria to snort loudly next to her.

You grinned back at her without hesitation, eyes never leaving you disheveled & now marked up Doctor.

"Guess I'm not very good at subtle."

A devilish grin appeared on her face before she winked at you.

"That's my girl."

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[ladysophiebeckett]

So, do you think Catalina suspected something was going on with Betty and Armando before she saw them kissing? I just remember that Betty told her she didn’t want Armando to see she was crying, that she didn’t want to return to the office, didn’t want to be there for his wedding (might be wrong about this one but this is what I recall), that her personal and work life were one and the same. Also, she knew she was having a hard time over a man. It all sounds very suspicious and we, as the audience, already knew what was happening, but I realize that from Cata’s pov it could be a different story considering that she also thought Nicolas was Betty’s boyfriend. So maybe she saw Armando was a crappy boss who had Betty in charge of everything, but there was nothing more to it? Your ysblf analysis is always so spot on, I love it ♥️ thank you.

I think for a long time Catalina saw Betty as someone who's labor was being exploited. She's the only one outside of ecomoda to chastise Armando and Mario about her office\working conditions. And the only one in the meetings to say 'hey, if you need her for all these decisions then shouldn't she be in the room?'.

She, like everyone outside of ecomoda, saw how important she was to Armando in regards to work. She's a prime witness to a majority of the decisions that he delegates to Betty. At least 3 scenes exist where Catalina asks Armando something and he, as Betty's secret glorified secretary, sends her to Betty bc she knows the information where as he does not.

However, unlike everyone outside of ecomoda suspecting about the B x A affair, I don't think Catalina suspected because she was too close to the situation. She, like everyone else, thought Nicolas was her boyfriend because that is what she was told.

Betty's behavior clicks for Catalina once she sees the kiss. When Betty seeks her out, Catalina immediately says 'I didn't see a thing'. She's not judgemental about it, she understands why Betty wants to leave. She also immediately knows that Nicolas isn't her boyfriend, only a friend. From that scene on however, all Catalina really knows is that Betty is in a difficult situation with her boss that is way past a working relationship. She doesn't know the hows or the whys until Cartagena. Regardless of not having the full story, Catalina still takes it upon herself to help Betty in any way she can.

It's important to note that Catalina doesn't treat Armando any differently post the kissing she saw. She quietly judges his drinking but says nothing past that. She doesn't quite know his side of it, but just like Betty's previous behavior clicked when she caught them--Armando's behavior also must have clicked. Catalina doesn't know about the plan, but he is Betty's boss and at at glance it wouldn't take a lot to piece together that said boss crossed boundaries with said employee. She's also seen for almost a whole year how much Armando depends on Betty and how that working relationship could have turned into something else.

Despite that, she's still aware there's a power imbalance and takes Betty's side over any faux friendship she may have with the Valancia's and Mendoza's.

I don't think Catalina thought Armando was just a crappy boss because she saw that he saw how smart and capable Betty was. She saw how much he depended on her. She also saw how inattentive he was to planning his wedding to Marcela--'One would say it looks like she's getting married alone', she says at some point. She knew Betty and Armando were close, but didn't know how close.

When she saw them kissing, she was quietly surprised, not because Armando was kissing Betty, but because Betty was caught up in something that no one at ecomoda would imagine her getting caught up in. Betty goes after to her to explain because she feels ashamed and embarrassed, especially because she knows how highly Catalina thought of her and fears she's lost her respect. Betty greatly admires Catalina and appreciates her kindness, and Betty's afraid that she's lost that too.

Betty is always aware that she's 'the other woman' and despite her looks she always knew what her constant closeness to Armando would look like to others. (See: Picasso Exhibit scenes). So getting caught in her office was one of Betty's biggest fears come true and it wasn't even her fault. It was because Armando could never control himself. Whether he was angry or anxious.

In conclusion, I don't personally think Catalina knew or suspected but everything about Betty and Armando made sense after she caught them. And they're incredibly lucky that it was her and not anyone else because if it had been anyone else, all hell would have broken loose that night.

#ysblf #ask #anon #hell did break loose at inesita's--like that needs to be stated

[whalesforhands]

IM BACK AGAIN!!! (“I need this au too where she wakes up in a hospital bed and is so confused like where is everyone and walks all the way back to school in her gown and scares the absolute crap out of everyone being all depressed and everyone’s like they’ve seen a ghost but readers just worried if they’re all alright and fretting over them adjkhghg”) OK SO I totally agree that losing reader would be the equivalent of Gojo losing Geto. But this time they also include Shoko on their mourning (unlike in the manga which has me sobbing). Maybe something where she just snaps at them abt pushing her away when reader was her best friend too. And they slowly realize what they were doing and then all mourn together. Gojo was going through your things one night cause he desperately needed something to ground him from a nightmare (he sleeps in readers room all the time now) and sucked in a breathe and stilled when he found his favorite hoodie in your closet. He tentatively took it and almost cried because it still smelled like you (he’d given it to you one day when you were cold and you forgot to return it and wore it all the time when he wasn’t there bc you really liked it). Geto wears a bracelet all the time now and only takes it off for a shower. He also constantly plays with it when his thoughts get too much and uses it to ground himself. It’s black and white with moon and star charms that he’d specifically picked out for you when he got it during the star plasma vessel mission at the beach. He was going to give it to you after but never got the chance. Shoko is much quieter and more absentminded now and when she was looking for her old lighter that she gave you (hot pink and she knew you were me er gonna use it but she gave it to you anyway bc she likes sharing the things she likes with ppl she cares abt) she found it in your drawer along with a little old booklet. Her face was peaking out out and when she opened it she found that it was a little album filled with secret pu fires she’s taken of her, Gojo, and Geto. Reader wasn’t in any of them Shoko noticed absentmindedly as she fell to her knees clutching the little booklet to her chest. Uh I meant to talk abt the au where reader lives and wakes up in a hospital bed but the hcs for after she dies started rolling in and I just had to share. You don’t have to write either I just really wanna talk abt your amazing au. Also waters great but you need to eat something bro empty stomachs aren’t fun when you notice them. This got super long my bad!!

- 🍊 anon

oooh 🍊anon i agree with you but i got some twigs to crack here, no hospital and everything is ok here, just me rambling ahahah sorry

i will admit to u that something similar to the hospital thing was written before pt.6 was posted, i just dragged u along cause i wanted someone to talk to, sorry ahahah

in dyf, it is apparent that all 4 of them care and love each other a lot in different ways and i’ve tried to get that message across as much as i can, as they all shine in their own unique manner

however, keep in mind this is also an au where i elevated the relationship between geto and gojo. when this happens, i imagined a form of love so deep that they’d be willing to turn over the sky and earth for each other

in a way, dyf geto and gojo also ‘see’ each other the clearest, you could even say their relationship at first ‘overlooks’ both ieiri and reader as well

it’s honestly through little moments with dyf mc that causes them to slowly draw back this thick, heavy curtain from up upon their shiny podium, moments that include dyf mc directly inserting herself between them and having somewhat of an impact on their moral compass, and how they view ‘average’ sorcerers

so when mc dies, the curtain just kinda drops back down? not to say that gojo and geto don’t care about ieiri now that mc’s gone, they do, but dyf mc was just on a different level

not to mention that shoko is someone who prefers to exclude herself before the situation escalates whilst mc is someone who prefers to jump in with 0 regard for her own safety and wellbeing

all in all, when they mourn, shoko keeps to herself and even hates her own ability at some point. she is the only one capable of using reverse cursed technique on others. what is this talent for, if she couldn’t save someone she held so dearly to her?

suguru doesn’t like to think about the situation. even gaslighting himself to such a horrid point that, he thinks if he turns around, he’ll see you right there, smiling up at him and asking if he wanted to share some tapioca juice with you.

(he’s severely mentally knocked down)

satoru revels in your memory. he constantly thinks of you in his round the clock refreshed state. satoru is busy as it is, picking up the slack now that suguru is mentally out of commission, trying desperately to juggle work and being suguru’s pillar

but… how do i put it? both suguru and satoru now hate their jobs more than ever. taking orders from the higher ups, kill curses, protect non-sorcerers… suguru is more disgusted than anything. satoru wants to go down the path of hope. the path that he wants to make suguru see as ‘the best one’

but he lives. he persists on the ‘good’ path. satoru is there to ground him, to be the anchor that prevents him from drifting. gojo can’t lose him. he just can’t.

so gojo doesn’t grow up with the mindset of ‘i won’t allow anyone to be alone again’ but the mindset of ‘i won’t allow myself to lose anyone again’ so it does turn him fiercely protective over the reminders and keepsakes of you (e.g. shoko, geto etc etc)

ahahah i’m talking too much gbye

#nvytalks #dyf au #🍊anon

[evita-shelby]

Hello 🤍

Can you do something with te reader where she was with tommy at one point but he cheated but the family finds her and her new husband ( maybe at one of the parties he hosts ? ) and they are like the most wholesome people ever together ( like felix and pepa from encanto ) and the family is like : ....shit....akward

I thought of that bcs my uncle and his wife have the cutest most playfull relationship ever , like they look like highschoolers even after 30 years ( yes they were highschool sweethearts).

Omg that's so cute.

And too keep the encanto theme, imma make the reader latam

Translations: asi es la vida: that is how life is; pendeja: dumbass(female variant); perra: bitch

Gif by @teenwolf-theoriginals

Así es la vida

He used to be your everything, you had sworn that you’d never love someone like you loved him.

But you also told him that infidelity was something you would never ever forgive.

So when he fucked Grace at Ada’s house and then discovered that his fucking family covered for him afterwards, you packed up everything and returned to Latino America.

There was nothing for you in this cold and filthy country.

No friends, no boyfriend, nothing but pain and heartbreak.

And in the three years you lived in your beautiful tropical paradise, you found a man who was a thousand times the man your former lover and Polly had been.

Felix was the warm sun to Tommy’s cold moon. He was devoted to you, kept you in a beautiful home and you had a beautiful daughter named after your late mama, Dolores.

“We don’t have to go, mi vida. I know he brought you a lot of pain and seeing him may do you more harm than good.” Felix kissed your hands after know you confided in him about the invitation Grace had sent you.

She had hated you since the two of you met. The racist pendeja had declared herself your enemy when Tommy noticed you, a Latin American immigrant, and chose you over her the first time.

Rub it in their faces how happy you are now, the bad side of you said.

Let go of this and be the bigger person, the good side of you argued.

“No, we’re going. We are going to go because I’m not the pendeja she thinks I am.” You say jumping to your feet.

But you were going, you were going to go and show them. Because if there is a time to be a happy bitch, it is now.

“I know this will sound strange, but I love when you go full perra on people.”

----

The two of you stand out like a sore thumb. Her family sneers and calls you slurs to your face, but you don’t care as you and Felix enjoy the party at their expense.

It is after Grace bursts into tears at hearing the whispers turn into laughs and finger pointing at the bride, that you realize how unhappy they are.

He doesn’t love her. Something everyone had seen today.

Something everyone noticed when Tommy looked crushed when you introduced Felix as your husband.

She hated that. She hated that everyone knew Tommy had only married her out of duty.

And now you feel terrible that your happiness hurts people you are supposed to hate.

“You seem to have found the good in goodbye, Y/N.” Tommy says as he stands there frozen in time, crushed by knowing that you are happy and he is not.

“Yes, I thought I wouldn’t , but my Felix brought me back to life and now I can’t imagine a life without him or my Lola.” You say, no longer relishing the hurt your words gave him, so you try to make things better by adding, “I hope you can be happy with Grace.”

“I hope so too.”

#tommy shelby x fem!reader #tommy shelby x latine!reader #encanto refrences #thomas shelby x fem!reader #ooopss your happiness ruined Tommy and Grace’s wedding

[two-red-lungs]

Ayooo. It sounds kinda cringe but eddie munson x vampire reader???? Or something like that. Or just x GN reader. That would be rlly swag of you :D

NO BC THIS IS PERFECT I was like "man I really wanna write a little about the Lost Boys/Stranger Things fic I'm working on, but IDK if the asker knows the Lost Boys" but you DO so sorry I am taking creative liberties w/ this imagine.

"Big Storm Coming" (Eddie Munson + LostBoys!Reader)

Your brothers were rabble-rousers. Nare-do-wells. It made settling anywhere... difficult, when the police kept getting on their tails. They set fires, caused public chaos, spray-painted walls. Hell, you spray-painted walls when you were bored enough. Eternal life was excruciatingly boring.

Like clockwork Max would chew them out, probably throwing one of them across the room in anger, and then move all of you to a new town.

Probably for the best. David brought death with him everywhere, he was messy and angry like that, and Dwayne, Marko, and Paul followed his example. Usually leaving you and Star to clean up the disaster.

So, really, moving to Hawkins felt like any other clan migration. Low population, sleepy police force, lots of bored teens "prone to going missing", as David had put it with a tight, toothy smile.

Marko had cackled when Max said he was enrolling everyone in highschool to "keep you outta trouble". He thought it was a joke.

It was not a joke. When you tried to protest Max told you to shut it or he'd lock you out on the porch come sunrise.

You all went straight from Max's van doors to the school entryway. A half-second in the sun, shielded under jacket lapels and long hair.

It was, admittedly, pretty fun, blowing open those doors on your first day. As much as you had a love-hate relationship with your blood brothers, you had to admit they turned heads. You all did. Wild rocker hair, manic self-assured grins, spike-studded boots. Rock-and-roll, baby. The sea of hallway students parted for the five of you.

Paul and Dwayne, as usual, were flirting with any girl that came within five feet of them, taking bets on who'd get a number by the end of the day. But with Star home with Laddie and David glowering at everyone like he wanted to massacre everything and then hang himself, you were pretty much on your own.

Great. School, again. A year of faking interest in American history and just waiting for a drained corpse to be found in the woods.

And then. AND THEN. Hawkins High, shithole in the middle of Indiana, gave you the gift you'd be desperately hoping for.

"Principal's office, NOW, Munson!" A teacher screamed nearby, flinging open a classroom door and shoving out a tall, wild-maned, leather-jacket clad man. The man flipped a double bird to the closed door, shoved his hands in his pockets, and turned around to start trudging down the hall.

Freezing in place when he saw you. Two individuals, nearly identical in style. Outcasts. Lost, maybe.

An incredulous grin spread across his face, dark eyebrows disappearing up into messy fringe. "...Holy shit." He said with a disbelieving laugh. "Look at you. Rock on, man."

He introduced himself as Eddie Munson, blood thumping under his ivory-pale skin and smelling like American Spirit cigarettes, and all at once you were hooked. He was clearly excited to see someone else with a patch jacket sporting bands he knew. He asked you if you wanted to smoke sometime. You blindly agreed, distracted by that warm smile.

And as he walked away down the wide hall, saying "Boo!" to a passing group of freshmen girls and making them literally jump, two things were made utterly apparent to you.

One: Eddie Munson was going to save your high school experience from being the most boring thing ever.

Two: he needed to be protected from your brothers at all costs. None of you were allowed to be happy. To make friends. They destroyed those sort of things out of envy, of jealousy. And you would not let Eddie be a tally mark in David's kill ledger.

Thank you for the prompt: if you guys like this concept, please let me know! I'm considering a longer, multi-chapter crossover fic with Eddie/reader and the Hawkins gang VS Max's boys.

#eddie munson x reader #the lost boys #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things s4 #my writing

[fangirlandtheories]

as a steve lover my body vibrates at the thought of someone like eddie just smothering him in love and appreciation and touching on him sweetly BC HE DESERVES IT EVERY TIME. SO when you write this or give us fics like this i get so happy i feel like ill explode.

Omfg Anon, get ready to eat. This request took over my soul and left it on autopilot. It's honestly not even a request but I took it as one anyway. Thank you for your love and support, it means everything to me. I really hope you love this as much as I do. Here is a link or you can read below!

***

“-A high of 64 tomorrow, but watch out for this weekend because it’s looking like it’s gonna-” The news anchor was cut off by the high pitched sound of static as the tv turned off, not that Steve had been paying any mind to what the weatherman had been saying anyways. He was in one of his ‘weird moods’ again. The kind where the quiet of his house overwhelmed him, sleep escaped him, and conversation exhausted him. 

The sun shined outside, but it was a gray day. Not the sky, the sky was blue, but the air in his house, his tomb on bad days, was thick with smog. It was a random Thursday in October, nothing noteworthy about it, but it also marked 4 months and 13 days since he’d seen his parents, not that anyone was counting. He tried counting once, when he was a lot younger and much more desperate, he made it to 43 days before he gave up, feeling a bit too much like a prisoner counting the days in a life sentence. He didn’t know if he feared the corrupt guards that would beat him into submission or the loneliness more.

Michael and Janet Harrington weren’t really physical, not anymore at least. They preferred to barb their words of affection with the sting of hatred, but they hadn’t laid a finger on him since he was little, before he knew better. He knew the gray would give way to a pit of darkness, what with the way his mind was moving, wishing for those sharp smacks and subtle shoves because at least he could feel it. 

Maybe he was just tired. 

It felt like he was always a little tired nowadays. He wished more than anything that he could just get a fucking grip. Poor little Steve, who never got hugs from his parents between the lavish gifts and large allowance. Some people had real struggles. 

His mind always supplied him with the pale face of Will Byers. Eyes surrounded with dark shadows, a kind kid that always feared violence because he’s seen it at such a young age from Lonnie. He saw Max and Billy who lived in constant fear, both of each other, but also of Neil. He caught himself imagining a young Eleven on many occasions, head shaved in a military lab with nothing but a number to differentiate her from the kid in the next white room. Hell, he sometimes even thought about Sarah Hopper. He’d never met her, of course, but he could imagine what a tough little girl she’d been. He wasn’t a parent, but knowing the kids the way he knew them, he couldn’t fathom how Hopper could even breathe every day, knowing what he’d lost. 

So, yeah, maybe his skin was crawling with an itch he couldn’t quite reach, but he had no right to complain.

***

“Sunny and breezy today, but the weekend doesn’t bode well. If you track th-” 

“Why the hell do you look like that?” Robin mused as she changed the channel on the store tv.

“I somehow overslept and underslept.” Steve grumbled, running his hands through his disheveled locks of hair. They weren’t falling right and with the state of his mind, they were working their way to being the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Days like this make me miss the hats from Scoops.”

“How do you even manage that, oversleeping and undersleeping?” She gave him a confused look while scanning through the shelves, looking for their morning movie.

“Didn’t fall asleep until like 6 this morning, and then I slept through my 7:30 alarm.” He sighed. “Absolutely not.” He shot down Little Shop of Horrors, a bit too early for Rick Moranis.

“Did you have breakfast? You seem like you’re hungry grumpy.” Robin jumped beside him with a squeak. God he’d love some of her energy. “Soon you’ll be saying ‘Feed me Seymour!’” She grinned as she popped the movie in the VCR. 

“No, but I’m fine with just coffee.” He nodded towards his mug as he opened the binder of check out logs, flipping through the pages for the correct date. 

“Are you…” She frowned as glanced at his cup, chipped handle and all. “...Feeling okay? You seem different today, very glum.”

“I’m fine, Robbie, you are just nosy and thinking too much about things that don’t exist.” Steve stuck his tongue out at her.

“True, but I don’t buy it.” She poked his cheek, sending a sharp spike of anxiety through him. If she noticed the subtle side step, she didn’t mention it. “You’re definitely glum.”

“I’m not fucking glum.” He laughed, spinning to face the door as it opened. “Welcome to Family Video!” Dustin rolled his eyes from the doorway.

“Just returning my movie.” He brought the case to the counter. “What’s up with two of my favorite adults?”

“What do you need?” Steve crossed his arms.

“Who said I needed anything?” Dustin smirked at the tired expression on Steve’s face. “Okay fine, but before I start just know it’s a very noble cause.” Steve sighed deeply before gesturing for him to continue. “My mom is working the late shift and was stressed about not being able to go grocery shopping before the big-”

“4 O’clock.” Steve cut him off, turning and walking out the little gate attached to the counter, walking Dustin’s returned movie back to the sci-fi shelf. He glanced back at Dustin’s confused expression, feeling a little smug about the swapped positions. “I’ll pick you, and any other dweebs that need a ride, up from school and I’ll take you. I get off at 4.” He turned his attention back to the shelf, scanning for misplaced titles. He gasped suddenly as Dustin’s arms wrapped around him, letting go just as quickly.

“Thank you!” He beamed. “You’re going to take the title of ‘Mom’s Best Boy’ from me.”

“Hey remember when we talked about things that will get you made fun of?” Steve smirked as he leaned against the shelf. “Add saying shit like that to the list.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Dustin held up his hands before pulling his backpack on. “We can’t all be High School Royalty.”

“No, but maybe, just maybe,” Steve stared at the cases of movies on the shelf. “You’ll be something better.” He sighed, thinking of ruffling Dustin’s precious curls, but he knew Dustin preferred to let a very select few people touch them, something he wasn’t feeling privileged to at the moment. “Now scram before you’re late to school.”

***

“Why the hell are there no parking spots?” Steve banged his hands on the steering wheel, the slight sting vibrating through his finger tips. 

“You could always park in the expectant mother’s space.” Max sucked on a lollipop, lips slightly stained blue from the sugar. 

“Yeah fucking hilarious.” He mumbled, keeping his eyes peeled until he spotted a pale yellow beetle pulling out of a parking space far from the entrance to the store. “Everybody hold on.” With that he pressed his foot to the gas, flooring it to the spot and quickly turning on his blinker before one of the other circling cars could swoop in.

“Finally!” Dustin shuffled his feet. “I was afraid that if we didn’t go inside soon, I’d pee all over your seats.”

“Jesus, alright you weird little poodle, run inside and take a piss.” Steve pressed a hand to his brow, peering at the other kids in the car. “Max it’s a bit of a hike to the doors, do you want to chill here or come inside?”

“I’ll…” She thought for a second, clearly appreciating the options. “I think I’ll stay here. We had an assembly today so I had to walk down to the auditorium from the east wing and now my legs are really tired.”

“I’ll stay here too.” Lucas, unsurprisingly supplied, never one to leave Max by herself for long. 

“Me too.” Erica added with a grin. It was nice to see the blossoming friendship between the two, although the possibilities that arose between them terrified him. Erica was like a blow torch on her best days, Max like an atomic bomb on her worst, between the two they could destroy anyone or melt their souls in just a few smart quips. “But can we keep the bat…?”

“You want me to leave the three of you unattended in a crowded parking lot with a nail filled baseball bat?” Steve raised his eyebrows as Max glanced past him. “Yeah why don’t I just call the cops awhile and save them the trip to my front door.”

“Well Hopper would never arrest you.” A hand landed on his shoulder, making him jump and gasp. “But I can keep an eye on the pipsqueaks while you run inside.”

“Ah yes I see the headlines now,” Erica smirked. “Ex Wanted Murder found in a Marsh’s parking lot holding three teens hostage with a nailed baseball bat.”

“You, my ferocious little tyke, are a preteen.” Eddie booped her nose. “So suck on that.” He stuck out his tongue at her before pushing past Steve to get in the driver’s seat, fiddling with the radio controls. Steve was still a bit shell shocked, the heat of the hand lingering on his shoulder causing shivers to run up his spine. “You alright there, Stevie?”

“Yeah… I um…” Steve squinted before facing him fully. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until later…”

“Yeah well I needed to grab some tylenol and wonder bread. Wayne insisted on stocking up befo-”

“Steve what the hell?!” Dustin hollered from the entrance, hands cupped around his mouth. “Hurry up, we don’t have all day.” Steve rolled his eyes as he flashed Eddie a smirk.

“Run along Little Red, the Big Bad Wolf is waiting.” Eddie winked. Despite the childish grin that came along with seeing his boyfriend, Steve couldn’t help the jolt of fear he felt as he realized it wasn’t just a one off thing. Something was seriously wrong with him and his inability to touch people without having a reaction of some sort. He just needed to relax, get over his issues, and move on. If not that, then maybe he just needed to hide it better.

***

“Dude I’m not letting you spend that on an 18 pack of eggs when it’ll just be you and your mom at home.” Steve rubbed at his arms gently, feeling the goosebumps across his skin. 

“My mom likes to bake when she gets nervous, you know how she is.” Dustin justified as he piled the carton into the shopping cart, crossing off one of the items on his list. “Are you going to rough it at home this weekend or…?”

Steve took a deep breath, the nosiness of his friends killing him. “You know I don’t really have a plan yet. I’m going to be at Eddie’s tonight for movie night, but otherwise I might hang out at home or pick up a couple of extra shifts. I’m sure you guys will hassle me into giving you rides at some point.”

“Family Video is staying open?” Dustin squinted at him while grabbing a loaf of bread from the shelf.

“Yeah man, believe it or not weekends are huge business days.” Steve tapped his fingers against the cart, trying to ignore the bum wheel that made the whole cart veer to the left.

“Yeah but- Oh batteries!” Dustin sprinted ahead to a display for Duracell. “Triple and double, score!” He turned back to put the packs in the cart before giving a pointed glare at Steve. “If you were cold, you should have asked Eddie for his jacket, you know he'd give it to you.”

“I’m not… what?” Steve glared at him, quickly dropping his hands from rubbing at his shoulders, immediately longing for the simulated touch that they created. “Ok are you finished? They’re waiting outside for us and I want to get out there before Eddie destroys my car.”

“You’re being weird.” Dustin bit at him thumbnail. “I know because I’m an ambassador of weird, but I also know that trying to get you to talk about it is pointless, so let’s just go.”

“Hold up, Dipshit,” Steve closed him eyes against the anxiety battering him from inside his skull. Dustin always brought out the best and worst in him, the fear of upsetting the younger boy overruling his bone deep weariness. “I’m not trying to keep stuff from you, you know that right?”

“You’re not exactly going out of your way to tell me, or anyone else for that matter, anything that matters to you.” Dustin’s eyes met his, flashing with hurt. “It’s like you decide that no one is going to care before you ever give us a shot.”

“I’m not…” Steve sighed. “It’s complicated man. I am entitled to a little privacy, you guys need to understand that. You might have grown up with friends and people that allowed you to feel comfortable about expressing how you feel, but I didn’t. I’m still learning and that takes time, but I’m also very much allowed to not tell you guys everything, capiche?”

“Capiche.” Dustin muttered, a bit shamefully. “Just… talk to someone… when it gets bad I mean.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever you say.” Steve smirked, pushing the cart into Dustin quickly, causing the younger man to jump out of the way. “Is your list done or what?”

“Yes, Mother. We can go check on your precious baby now.” Dustin laughed as they walked toward the checkout line.

“Easy Henderson, just because you’re one of my favorites, it doesn’t mean you can make fun of Eddie and I.” Steve huffed as he stuck out his tongue. “Besides, I don’t call him my precious baby. Our pet names are way better than that.”

“Yeah I was talking about your car, Stevie.” Dustin snickered. Steve could try to deny it, but his blush would always give him away.

***

“What the actual fuck?” Steve peered out the window of Eddie’s trailer, wind whipping through the trees, the sky a dark gray behind it. “Since when was there a storm?”

“Seriously?” Eddie gave him a small smile. “They’ve been talking about it all week on the news and radio and shit. That’s why the store was so packed, people trying to stock up.”

“Well shit…” Steve sighed, turning back from the window, eyeing the flickering porch light warily. “Is Wayne going to be okay?” 

“He’s crashing at the warehouse with some of the other guys he works with. They have cots and stuff there, nice and cozy.” Eddie shrugged as he walked into the kitchen and opened the cupboards. He searched for a few moments before letting out a deep breath and closing them without taking anything out. Steve couldn’t help but notice the restless, antsy energy that Eddie was carrying himself with.

“We aren’t thrilled about that.” Steve didn’t need to guess, it was fairly easy to read Eddie, but it wasn’t fair to assume.

“We are not.” Eddie sighed as he leaned into the counter. “I just…” He paused, considering his thoughts. “It’s stupid, nevermind.”

“Hey woah.” Steve swung around the corner, into the tiny kitchen where he hopped onto the counter beside Eddie. “I doubt that it’s stupid, if you feel like talking about it.”

“Sometimes it feels wrong to complain about the upside down when I only really experienced it for a day or two.” Eddie’s eyes stared into Steve’s looking for a sign of defensiveness, finding none. “Like you and the kids and everyone else… you guys are almost used to this shit and I don’t know how to get there.”

“Well none of us are really there, to be honest.” Steve leaned onto his knees, hair falling forward. “It’s not that simple, I don’t think. We all have things that make us react differently, you know? Robin hasn’t been to the mall, not since last year. Will hates the cold, Hopper too. It’s stupid to think that you’re above it, it’s not stupid to be affected by it.”

“You’re pretty smart, Steve.” Eddie grinned.

“I’m trying to be nice, asshole.” Steve chuckled , blush across his cheeks. “If you’re going to make fun of m-”

“I’m not.” Eddie reached out, grasping Steve’s hand. “I’m not making fun of you… I think you’re smart, don’t you?”

“I um…” Steve was distracted by the feeling of Eddie’s hand on his own. He stared at it, flinching and pulling away as Eddie adjusted his grip, purposefully ignoring the look the other man shot at him. “It’s not that I don’t think I’m smart, I just that I don’t think I’m as smart as everyone else.”

“Well that’s bullshit.” Eddie placed his own hand back on his own lap.

“So I’ve been told.” Steve muttered, glancing up at the roof as the sound of rain hitting the metal filled the trailer. Eddie’s eyes were glued to the window as the wind whipped the fallen leaves into a tornado of reds and oranges. “Is it the storm? Is that what’s bothering you?”

“Sad isn’t it.” Eddie didn’t move his gaze. “I can’t even deal with natural shit.”

“Well the last time it stormed like this-”

“I know what happened the last time it fucking stormed like this, Steve.” Eddie snapped, silence filling the small room. Eddie pinched his brows, regretting the tone.

“Don’t yell at me like that, that’s not very metal.” Steve pouted, crossing his arms.

“No, I know.” Eddie frowned as he finally met Steve’s gaze. “I’m sorry, I just hate this. Our power already kinda sucks here and now this shit’s going to knock it out entirely and we won’t be able to have our movie night.”

“What would help you feel better?” Steve decided to take the direct route.

“I need to just like…” Eddie hopped down. “I think I need to go out there.”

“In the storm? Isn’t that like… counteracting?” Steve glanced at the  now determined look on Eddie’s face and he knew that somehow, by the end of the night he’d end up soaking wet from the rain.

“Yeah but I think that’s the point.” Eddie moved into the living room, grabbing a jacket. “I need to prove to my brain that bad shit won’t happen out there.”

“Then I’m coming out too.” Steve winced  as he hopped down, following Eddie.

“Congratulations!!”Eddie smirked. “You’ve been in the closet a long time, love.”

“Very funny.” Steve deadpanned, grabbing one of Wayne’s hooded jackets from off the rack.

“It’s what I do best.” Eddie gave him a cat-like grin, grabbing onto the door handle. “Are you sure you wanna go out here? You could get sick.”

“So could you.” Steve noticed the shaking hand that held the door knob. “But we’re a team, right?” Eddie winked in lieu of an answer, opening the door, a gust of air hitting them as his breath caught in his throat. “I’m right behind you.”

“This is stupid, this is so fucking stupid.” Eddie muttered, knees gently shaking as he walked slowly down the steps of the porch. “I literally died right there, what the hell am I doing?”

“Okay well maybe don’t picture dying.” Steve gestured to him unhelpfully. “Picture something that doesn’t make you think about death. Something that makes you smile.”

Eddie’s creased brow slowly released as he took a deep breath, mental image coming in clearly. “I think it’s working.”

“Yeah?” Steve smiled gently, watching as the tension began to leave his boyfriend’s frame. “What are you picturing?”

“You doing the polka in a poodle skirt.” He giggled, a sound that always made Steve melt, even when he was slightly embarrassed of the image Eddie was concocting. “Think I can get a real life vision of that?”

“No.” Steve shot down instantly. “I don’t know how to polka and I don’t own a poodle skirt.”

“Too bad.” Eddie sighed, feeling much more at ease as the light banter continued. “The world is missing out.” A streak of lightning flashed across the horizon, making Eddie jump.

“I do um…” Steve took a deep breath. “I know how to slow dance though…” Eddie’s eyes lit up in an instant. “Provided I have the right music, of course.”

“I think I know a tune or two that you would like.” Eddie reached out, entwining his own fingers with Steve’s, pulling them together. Steve sucked in a breath, trying to supress the urge to run. He could feel his palms sweating, couldn’t stop thinking about how gross that was, he could smell the ozone in the air, sharp and all encompassing as lightning flashed in the quarry beyond the trailer park, the thunder rumbled in his chest and for a moment he was unsure if that was just his heart. His head was spinning, his knees shaking, eyes stinging, the lightning was closer now, seemingly between his and Eddie’s fingers and-

Holy Shit.

He felt Eddie chuckle against him as they continued to sway. There was no fucking way in the world, Steve was almost convinced he was dreaming. “Are you…” He took a deep shaky breath. “Are you humming ABBA to me right now?”

Eddie didn’t respond, continuing the low hum as he stretched his arm out, distancing himself from Steve before pulling him closer again, tucking his arms around his waist. “And how could I ever refuse?” His voice was soft, the way old tee shirts were after too many washes. “I feel like I win when I lose.” He pressed a kiss to Steve’s neck, shivers racking up the man’s spine as he breathed the tune like fog on a mirror. “Waterloo. I was defeated, you won the war.” He moved his lips against Steve’s ear, the storm far from him mind. “Waterloo. Promise to love you forever more.” With that, he spun Steve slowly, before pulling him directly to his chest, mouths inches apart, the magnetism pulling them together. Closer and closer, Steve’s heart was pounding and his head felt muddled, the storm raged on around them, seeming like nothing compared to the storm between them, they were soaked at this point, the rain starting somewhere in the middle of their slow waltz. Maybe it was the way his clothes stuck to him, maybe it was that Eddie was sticking to him in a way he craved for so long, but suddenly it was too much. Far too much. With a yelp, he pushed Eddie away, arms clutching around his own shoulders as shivers racked his spine.

He felt so stupid. 

This was what he was wanting, what he was so desperate for, why couldn’t he just let himself be happy, even for a moment? Eddie’s hands on his were warm and gentle, not like any touch he was used to, it was electric and sharp but in the way a lemon was, not the way a knife was. Eddie’s hair was plastered to his cheek, a strand or two in his mouth, his eyes drawn to Steve’s distressed expression. He had to play this off. He had to think! Something! Anything! “Sorry that lightning messed with my mind for a second… I don’t… I don’t know what just happened.” He kept his hands close to himself. He couldn’t tell if his fingers burned from the lack of touch or from too much touch, but he was afraid to find out. 

Eddie was a very physical guy by nature, but Steve was always far more reserved. Something along the way made Eddie think that Steve hated to be touched, maybe it was something he and Robin shared, so he tried to avoid the hand holding and casual draping of his weight, for fear of pushing too hard too fast. Yet here he was. Eddie was no fool, despite the struggle in school, he could tell there was a correlation between touch and Steve, but maybe he was wrong from the start. Maybe Steve didn’t just like touch, maybe he loved it, craved it, and was starved for it. 

“Let’s head back inside, Dancing Queen.” He wrinkled his nose playfully, avoiding touching Steve while trying to make a plan. “We’ll get pneumonia if we’re out here any longer and I really don’t feel like storm chasing anymore.”

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“Hello Lover.” Eddie laughed, opening the bathroom door, steam pouring out behind him. “Now I know that it’ll be hard, but try to behave yourself, okay?” With that, he exited the condensation filled room, hair wrapped high in a towel, acne cream dotting on his chin. He smelled like cinnamon toothpaste, a fact further proven by the drip on his dark green tank top. He was wearing gray sweatpants, bottoms raggedy from being too long and walked on over the years. He was far from the bravado that he performed and Steve felt truly honored to be let into his smaller, quieter world.

“I make no promises.” Steve smiled, leaning back on Eddie’s bed, hair wet from his own shower. He was wearing… decidedly less clothing. Nothing lewd, the time didn’t feel quite right for that yet, but enough that he looked soft and felt smaller. He was swamped in an oversized tee shirt, hanging down to just below his hips, Eddie’s flame boxers peeking out from under the edge. “The Great And Powerful Eds.”

“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.” Eddie giggled, tossing himself onto the bed beside Steve, propping his head up on his hand. “We can’t all be perfect.”

“I am definitely not perfect.” Steve stared down at his own fingers, tangled in his shirt.

“I know, no one is Babe.” Eddie reached out gently, brushing a hair from Steve’s face. “But you’re the closest person I know.”

“You flatterer you.” Steve let out a small chuckle, but it turned into a gasp as Eddie stroked his cheek. “You’re too good to me, Munson, I swear you’ll be the death of me.”

“Life and death.” Eddie corrected. “Sounds like bliss to me.” He snuggled in, laying his head on Steve’s shoulder. He had a theory, one he intended on testing. “Sorry movie night was a bust.”

“I had fun either way, I always do with you.” Steve was trying to quiet the beating of his heart, feeling like it could be heard from under floorboards like that tale he read in English years before. He squeezed his eyes shut as Eddie placed a gentle kiss onto his collarbone, a small yelp of surprise slipping out before he could stop it.

“Why do you always make that sound when I touch you?” Eddie sat up, eyes full of concern.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve winced, knowing his argument was weak.

“Baby, come on, you know I won’t judge you.” Eddie shifted, turning to fully look at him. “Do you not like it when I touch you?”

“No! That’s not it!” Steve breathed quickly. “Okay it is but it isn’t.”

“Wh- Steve… that doesn’t make sense.” Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I know!” Steve could feel his energy pulsing, he was getting worked up rather quickly. “I know and it’s stupid. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I want you to touch me, so fucking badly… like constantly… but it’s also the most overwhelming feeling in the world.”

“Ok, that makes sense.” Eddie held out his hand, eyebrows raised, asking for permission before he settled his hand into Steve’s. “I can work with that.”

“It’s not just you…” Steve sniffled. “Mrs. Byers hugged me like a month and a half ago and I thought I was going to combust. Robin or Dustin poke at me and it’s like a static shock. You’re a goddamn atomic bomb. I don’t get it.”

“There’s not really much to get, Steve.” Eddie leaned in a bit closer, slowly invading Steve’s space as the man grew more comfortable. “People need physical affection, our body craves that shit, it’s why babies and little kids have to get held so often. People don’t thrive without it.”

“I don’t unde- babies?” Steve had a haunted look about him. “Like how old?”

“Newborn…” Eddie narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah but like how old can they get before it’s cool to just like… not touch them anymore.”

“Steve, love, there’s not an age for that. People need contact from birth to death. Is there something deeper than that happening? You sound a little stressed.” Eddie knew. He knew but he didn’t want to press. It wasn’t exactly the world’s best kept secret.

“Mrs. Byers hugged me a month and a half ago.” Steve whispered. “That was the last time I had a hug. It was so quick too, just a little side hug, nothing extraordinary, just a goodbye on her way out while I was watching the kids… but that was more than I’ve had from my own parents in years…”

“I’m sorry baby.” Eddie squeezed his hand gently. “Really I am. I feel like a shit boyfriend because I thought you just weren’t a touchy person so I was trying to avoid touching you, but that’s not what you needed and I wish I could go back in time and fix it.”

“No…no that’s just it though.” Steve sat up, a lightbulb nearly visible as the thoughts began to jump into his head. “Jesus if you would have pressed harder about being affectionate, I would’ve caved but not for me… that’s what I do.” He let out a frustrated groan. “Jesus fucking Christ they fucked me up.”

“Love, take a breath.” Eddie hushed him.

“No because I have been throwing my body at everything for fucking year, Eddie! Years!” His voice cracked. “I thought that if I gave my body to someone else and they were happy, that must mean I am, but I was just trying to trick myself into thinking that it was love or affection and not just a means of getting off. If I throw myself in front of every goddamn monster, every person that tries to hurt someone I love then maybe…” His voice croaked as a sob ripped through him. “Maybe then I could finally fucking earn it. Eddie you didn’t do anything wrong, don’t you see? By not letting me throw myself at you, you helped me find the answer.”

“What’s the answer, Steve?” Eddie’s eyes were wide, he was quietly trying to take in the small breakdown Steve was having, trying to minimize the damage as much as he could, fingers lightly scratching Steve’s back.

“You love me…” Steve smiled. “You love me, and so do my friends. You really love me.”

“Yeah, Stevie. We really love you.” Eddie felt his heart ache at the thought of Steve doubting it, even for a moment.

“You love me more in 9 months than my parents have in 20 goddamn years.” Steve laughed, edging on hysteria. As the laughter died down, only a wobbly lip and teary eyes remained. “They don’t love me, Eddie. Why don’t they love me?”

“I don’t know.” Eddie lifted his chin, wiping away the tears that leaked down Steve’s cheeks. “But fuck them, and fuck anyone else who doesn’t see you the way you deserve to be seen. I know it’s not that simple, but it can be. You never have to see them again, okay? Just say the word and we’ll run away from all of that bullshit.”

“I’d like that.” Steve gave him a watery smile. “Can you um…” He hesitated, blush high on his cheeks. “Can you just like…hold me for a little?” It was clear he wasn’t used to asking for things for himself.

“Steven Harrington, I would hold you for eternity if you asked me to.” Eddie smirked, theatrics coming out to make Steve smile. He shuffled himself lower, opening his arms up for Steve to wiggle into. It was unbearably hot and the room smelled like weed. The record stopped playing several minutes ago, leaving only the sound of rain pelting the roof to be the soundtrack for their love. It was perfectly imperfect, but hey, that’s love.

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[scarlet-ancunin]

We know when desire wears the meow meow outfit they have a tail but what if they have a tail regardless of what outfit they wear like just imagine how adorable it would be, like if they're jealous you could tell bc they have their tail wrapped around your waist or leg or when you're laying with them in bed they wrap their tail around your ankle. Desire with a tail is just an adorable thought, ooh imagine when desire is feeling in a more spicy mood they use their tail to slightly rub in between your legs!

I think we as a fandom need to incorporate that headcanon into fics more often

LMAO, I LOVE THIS and it matches with another request from another anon who also wants to see Desire's version of being in "cat form" just like Dream. sooo I pictured him being a black Siamese Cat with Gold eyes but with piercing eyes, not those regular cute ones haha

Other Anons Req: OK, so maybe a Cat!Desire headcanon? Because, we saw Dream as a cat, but we all know Desire totally also has a cat form, right? Right...? I'm the only one who is in love with the meow-meow outfit. :p

prepare for a long @$$ fic lmaooo, nsfw as well you unhinged hoes lmao

Word Count: 1523

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My Cat Is An Endless

It was a stormy night and you were going home after your shift at work. you spotted a black Siamese Cat walking in the dry area of some store covers it walked oddly as if it owned the where ever they walked it was cute. you noticed that they had no collar and they looked very healthy. You always wanted to have a cat but the ones at the shops and ones in the shelter just didn't do it for you but this one was perfect.

Your longing was strong enough that the black cat stops and turned its head to look up at you their eyes were gold and piercing and you were mesmerized by how they looked. you kneeled down covering them and yourself from some of the rain. "would you like to come home with me little guy?" the black Siamese stared at you for a long moment as if contemplating if they should.

you didn't know what you were in for the moment they lept into your coat and you both rushed home. Desire was walking around the streets in the form of a cat since no one will pay mind to this form however when they felt such a strong urge from someone behind them, they had to look at the one feeling this desire.

they recalled seeing you before and knew what you longed for and seeing that they bumped into you once more made them more curious. so they decided to "play" along.

Desire knew more about you than they thought they would with how you always vent to them about everything and told them about your good days and your bad days, held them close when you were sad or cried, and play with their hair when you were happy and wanted to make your cat happy. it was something that drew desire close they literally were the key to your happiness. Oh if only you knew your Cat was an endless.

the days you worked Desire was in their normal form walking around in their "meow meow" outfit and walking around humming low they ate some fruits and sat by the window they would throw the cat food out the window for some stray to eat and sometimes they left to take care of things since they were an endless after all. But they always made it back in time. "hmm sometimes I wish you were human...." you said pouting cutely looking at the cat who was gazing at you as if they were amused. "hey don't look at me like that, it's just a silly wish" you giggle "I bet if you were you would want me to play with your hair a lot haha" you giggle and went to bed laying down.

the next day you woke up to someone playing with your hair and you jolt up seeing a very beautiful and handsome person laying beside you, their eyes were gold and they too had black cat ears and a black tail. "why hello there~" they spoke their voice sultry and smooth voice. your heart beats faster and your face is red. "w-what who are you how did you get in here and why are you wearing that outfit on my bed" you said moving back and falling off your bed. their chuckle sent shivers down your spine even though you were shocked by this whole situation. they roll until they were looking at you upside down "You wanted me here, that is what you desired" they noticed your confused face and grin "I am Desire of the Endless....I am the Cat you picked off the streets I am the one that makes you want things" as they spoke it was like certain things clicked and your face turned redder "i-i was talking to an immortal being this whole time" you squeaked. they simply giggle "I do enjoy your little venting sessions and head pats if that is what you're worried about" they spoke watching you come closer "will you still stay," you asked looking down at them while they looked up at you "if that is what you want yes" you lean down and kiss them suddenly.

Ever since that time, you learned more about Desire or rather whatever they felt like sharing. and you played with their hair being correct that they liked it when you play with it. you noticed even though your endless lover was in "human" form they still behaved like a cat. when you pet their tail on rare occasions they would purr low before becoming silent like they just got caught.

another time was while you were watching tv your favorite actor came on and you giggle "isn't he dreamy" you said watching them act perfectly and you suddenly felt their tail wrap around your waist even though they were silent. you giggled noticing they were jealous "you know just because he is dreamy doesn't mean they are better than you Desire. Besides my lover is literally perfect in every way"

they blush faintly and pulled you into a soft and gentle kiss and you hum lightly. when you both cuddle you felt their tail wrap around your ankle and you would hold them close laying your head on their chest. "i love you" they chuckle "I love me too" you pout cutely and nip their chest hard and they hiss softly their tail drifting from your ankle and moving up and between your legs rubbing you slowly with their tail.

"D-desire," you said blushing and they made you look at them "I will show you how much I love you y/n" with that, they kissed you deeply moving to be above you now leaning down and nipping your earlobe between their teeth and you grunt softly sliding your hands up and through their hair. tugging lightly. their hand slips past the waistband of your pants, making the skin burn where their hands touched.

they teased you with light strokes now smirking suddenly "my you are excited~" they said alluringly and kissed you deeply once more dominating the kiss immediately slipping their tongue past your lips. they enjoyed the moans and mewls you were doing. " i can take you right now~" they would say and you look up at them panting lightly "P-please i'll be good Desire" "oh i know you will love"

They shift so you were now straddling them leaning forward and taking one of your nipples into their mouth and you gasped holding them close and moving to grind against their obvious bulge. "can i ride you" you said Desire nows "go ahead who am i to stop what you long for the most." you blush deeply and watched them move to align themself with your entrance.

You made eye contact with them as you lifted yourself over them, gripped the base of their shaft, and slowly lowered yourself onto them. You threw your head back with a moan when you took all of them inside of you, relishing the stretch and warmth. Desire being who they are purrs in delight at how tight you were.

You waited a moment longer to adjust to their size before you lifted yourself up and dropped down again. You developed a steady rhythm soon enough, starting to go faster now that you had found the perfect angle, Desire held your waist tight their nails were surely going to leave a mark. you were a moaning mess and Desire was enjoying every bit of it their own desires now engulfing you both

you bit your lip so hard you nearly bled when they began to roll their hips up to meet yours. You cursed, moving faster and going down harder now, and Desire thrust up into you at the same pace, making every thrust more intense. It was good-- so good.

Suddenly their hand moved up to your neck gripping your throat, one hand moved to their wrist the other still resting on their chest you moan when they squeezed your neck suddenly. you whimpered, Your every breath was labored, and it only made the sensations in your body feel stronger. they tightened their grip on your neck further, thrust once, twice, three times into you harder until they felt you reach your orgasm. they pounded you through your orgasm and didn’t slow down once you were finished. they released your neck, and you gasped for a breath. before leaning down and kissing Desire deeply feeling their tail wrap around your leg still thrusting into you.

They would break away from it to bite your shoulder as their rhythm became faulty and their thrusts drove impossibly deeper inside of your tight heat. You whispered little encouragements to them and tugged on their hair. they groaned and came, and you rolled your hips down onto them gently so that they could ride it out.

"I love you too y/n, just don't test me~," they said and you were holding them close laying beside them feeling their tail rest on your leg thigh. "hmm maybe I will if this is what you do my perfect Kitten"

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