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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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I would like to see how Alastor's mother meets the reader (when they were alive). I see almost nothing of Alastor's mother and I feel that she is a wonderful mother ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

Alastor lovers would be NOTHING without this woman, she should be WORSHIPPED

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: None I think???

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Alastor's mother was his entire world, all the love and affection in his life came from her

The way he learned to love he learned from her

So you have her to thank for that

Which is why you're so fucking nervous to meet her, if she doesn't like you then you feel like your relationship is doomed

Not that Alastor would leave you at the drop of a hat but you just couldn't make him choose, you love him too much for that

You're fretting over everything, your hair, your clothes, your perfume-

E V E R Y T H I N G

It's not until you feel a strong hand on your shoulder and look into Alastor's eyes that you realize you were panicking

He's smiling at you, he's always smiling, but you can tell you worried him

"Sorry...it's just...I'm nervous..."

You're being pulled into his warm embrace before you can say anything more, familiar fingers pushing your chin up

You feel a pleasant shudder go through you as you meet Alastor's eyes, soaking up the affection that radiates from them

"Now now, a little dinner has you this worked up~?"

"What if she doesn't like me?"

He's leaning in closer, never breaking your gaze as his lips brush against your own, his canines glinting almost like fangs-

"Why wouldn't she like you? If I love you then she'll surely love you too..."

God, this woman raised such a good man

If Alastor was being honest with you, he's a bit nervous too but not in a bad way

He's excited for his two favorite people to meet, he's excited to show off each of you to the other so that you both understand his love for you two

He's just so ecstatic that this is finally happening

Coos and soothes you the entire walk to his mother's house, knowing that you're nervous but understanding that you have no reason to be

Alastor lets himself in and you're immediately welcomed with the scent of delicious food cooking

You can hear his mother in the kitchen, the table not yet fully set

Alastor leaves your side to hug his mother in greeting, laughing a little when he startles the old woman

She's beautiful even though she's no longer a young woman, you see a lot of her in her son

"Mother, I'd like you to meet my darling Y/N~"

Alastor's arm wraps around you in an attempt to calm your nerves and to present you proudly to his mother

When her kind eyes land on you, all sense of anxiety and fear melts away as she pulls you in for a hug

She's stronger than she looks, squeezing you as though you two have known each other for years

You realize that she hugs just like Alastor and melt into her arms as you hug her back

"It's so good to finally meet you..! I've been asking Alastor to bring you over ever since he first mentioned he was seeing someone!"

Now Alastor is blushing and mumbling something about her promising she wouldn't bring that up

You can't help but laugh and pat his cheek softly, it's adorable when he's embarrassed

Together the three of you finish up dinner, his mother sending him out of the kitchen to set the table

Leaving the two of you alone

It starts off smoothly, the two of you making polite conversation before falling into comfortable silence

And then it's uncomfortable

Oh shit you're nervous again

She stands next to you as the two of you work together to finish cooking, a soft smile on her face

"My son really loves you, my dear..."

Her voice is still soft, still warm, but there's a warning tone to it

Alastor did say his mother could be the sweetest woman or the scariest woman you've ever met

"I hope that love isn't misplaced."

Oh. Of course.

She's looking out for her son, like any good mother would do

You're careful with your next words, reaching out and taking the other woman's hand gently

You make sure to look into her eyes, wanting to convey your truth

"Ma'am, you son will have my heart and my soul in life and in death. I love him more than words can convey.."

And that's all it takes, the woman pulling you in for another hug and clutching you in relief

This woman is relieved that her son found someone who genuinely loves him and will continue to love him when she's gone

And if you love her son as she does then she has no choice but to love you as well

Things are easy going between you two after that, Alastor's mother loving you a little more with each thing she learns about you

She watches the two of you interact and gains a better understanding of the relationship

She understands why her son fell for you, you're more than just a pretty face that lured him in

You actually remind her a little bit of herself in her younger days

Mother, please don't say that

The two of you actually get along rather well, ganging up on Alastor several times throughout the night

"I'm only saying! The best way to enjoy tea is-"

"Alastor, honey, Y/N and I just told you that you're wrong."

"Why don't you let the two people who know what they're talking about carry the conversation, hm~?"

"I think it's about time we leave, don't you two agree?"

Not Alastor's mother taking your hand and looking at her son with a shocked expression

"You would take away my darling Y/N? What cruel boy you've turned into!"

Oh she's good

Alastor pretends to be annoyed at the sight of you two clinging to each other and whining about not wanting to be separated

Before that fake annoyance melts away into fondness and he's joining in on the hug

Alastor takes care of cleaning up dinner, leaving the two of you alone again

Which means Alastor's mother gets to show you photos of Alastor when he was younger

And tell you all the embarrassing stories

You two are so busy giggling and cooing at the photos that you don't notice Alastor standing in the doorway, face flushed red with embarrassment

"Time to go, my dear!"

She sends you home with plenty of leftovers and fusses over you like you're one of her own

"Do you need a jacket, dear? A hat? I might have an extra one around here-"

Gives you the biggest hug and kiss on the forehead before you leave, telling you to visit her often

Oh just one more hug before you go

Before Alastor can pull away from his own hug, she pulls him back to whisper to him

"You picked a good one, my darling boy...~"

You three are a family after that, no matter what anyone says, no matter what happens

She loves you just as much as she loves her boy and she'll brag about you just as much as he does

Carries a photo of you two around in her purse so she can show everybody

Literally loves having you around and is worried that other men will try to take you for themselves

You don't have a ring on that finger

Not yet anyways

Alastor's mother just has to convince him that he wants to get married

Which probably won't be hard

This is like the only photo of Alastor's mother I can find and I don't even know if it's canon or not-

She's gorgeous??

This one wasn't originally what I was working on but it was too good to pass up

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errythinisblue · 2 years

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maybe one where mason has been struggling alot? maybe he’s having a hard time at training and the start of the season hasn’t been working out how he wants it to so you surprise him at a game with his family and then you head home and have a takeaway for dinner and then cuddles on the couch leads to the softest most loving sex ever

This request was E V E R Y T H I N G, thank you so much for sending it to me! I loved writing it (and it shows judging how long it turned out!)! I really hope you’ll like it! 🤍

Mr Goalscorer

Mason Mount x Y/N

Summary: You love Mason with all your heart, and you’re set on demonstrating him that, both “on” and “off” the pitch.

Warnings: things get quite steamy at the end, you’ve been warned!

gif credits to @packjoker

Each time the moment of international duty came, you weren’t really happy to let Mason go; the days you’d have to spend apart weighed on you very much and you’d miss him dearly while he was away. But this time you were happy to let him go, well kind of.

The season didn’t start in the best way for him at Chelsea, and that was taking a toll on him you could tell. He was so dedicated, always busy training and keeping himself in the best of shapes; but on his face you could read that he felt like everything he did still wasn’t enough.

Your feelings about the whole situation were confirmed one night, a little over a week ago, when Mason came home from training exhausted and didn’t speak a word to you until you begged him to. In that moment you saw him for what he really was, or what he was trying to be; he acted strong, as if nothing was wrong, but when he started talking to you, you discovered that in fact it was just an act. In reality he was pained about the situation at the club, pained that he wasn’t playing like he wanted to, and afraid there was nothing more he could offer to his team.

That same night, while he laid on the sofa with his head in your lap, you reminded him that he could always come to you when something was bothering him. That same night, the night before he was supposed to leave with the National Team, you pushed him to do his best, putting your feelings aside and just thinking about what he needed the most: trusting himself and his talent once again, something you were sure he could do while he was away, with the help of his teammates.

“Do you reckon he can spot us up here??” you anxiously asked Jaz, biting your nails both in fear that he couldn’t see you were all there, ending up with no surprise at all, and in nervousness for the game that was about to start.

“First thing, stop biting those poor nails! You look like my brother when you do it…” she laughed, always keeping her hand on her bump, “Second, we’re pretty close to the pitch so, he’s gonna spot us for sure, don’t worry… our surprise won’t be ruined!” she added, taking your hand in hers.

Jaz’ words seemed to have eased your nerves; you planned this surprise as soon as Mason left your home for Saint George’s Park, and you wanted everything to be perfect of course; you wanted Mason to know you always had his back, always. You didn’t tell him anything, but you and Tony made sure you got some nice seats, not far behind England’s bench, so that Mason could easily see you there and feel your full support.

“I hope you’re right!” you gently smiled at her, leaning your head on her shoulder while Summer sat in your lap and played with the rings on your fingers.

While you were busy playing with the little girl and talking to her mother about her pregnancy, the English players were taking the usual walk around the pitch before the game; people were slowly making their way to their seats, meaning the stadium was still empty, mostly, and quite silent too.

All of a sudden, as Summer saw his favourite uncle getting closer, she shouted at the top of her little lungs for him.

“Uncle Maceyyy!” she screamed as she jumped on your lap, waving at him with her arms.

“Shhh Summer!” Jaz shushed her daughter out of instinct, raising a finger to her own lips, “Uncle Mason doesn’t know we’re here, it’s a surprise!”

“No wait, let her,” Debbie said chuckling, “he has to know we’re here one way or another!”

Mason’s ears perked up upon hearing the echo of a little voice that sounded extremely familiar, and he turned around in a haste, trying to figure out where that voice was coming from; he was sure that his mind was playing tricks on him since he knew no one would be coming to the game that night, so he just shook his head and kept on walking with Ben by his side while they chatted about the match.

As they neared the sideline, Mason laughed at something his teammate said and casually threw his head back, the crinkles by his eyes visible from where you were seated; you smiled upon seeing him so relaxed, thinking that being with the boys at camp was doing him some good, before you turned your attention back to the little girl in your lap.

“That can’t be…” Mason whispered, a shocked expression on his face upon spotting some familiar faces.

“What?” Ben asked dumbfounded, looking in the same direction his friend was looking too, “Wait, y/n’s here?? Your family’s here?? But you told me they couldn’t attend the game?”

“Yeah that’s what I thought too…” he smiled as his eyes were contoured by the usual crinkles once again, as they settled on a precise spot on the stands.

“Well that’s a nice surprise man!” his friend said, patting him on his shoulder.

“Yeah…yeah it is…” Mason chuckled, his heart picking up its pace upon seeing you all there.

“Uhm girls… I think he saw us!” Debbie said out of the blue, pointing at Mason, who had his eyes fixed on all of his family, but just on one person in particular, you.

“Oh…” you breathed once you moved your gaze from Summer to Mason; your eyes locked in those warm brown ones you adored and your mind went blank, “Yeah… he definitely saw us!” you added as you raised your hand and waved at him, finally releasing the breath you didn’t even know you were holding up until that moment.

England vs Germany was a real rollercoaster of emotions! What started like a pretty dull game, ended up like a thrilling one in the second half: especially from the moment Mason was subbed on. He entered the pitch full of energy, and played wonderfully; he not only changed the way England was playing, he even scored a goal himself!

You jumped up and down with Summer in your arms, and you both screamed his name when you saw Mason running towards where you were standing, pointing at you while he celebrated his goal. That only made you want to hug him even more, as you were sure everything was going to be easier for him now.

The moment finally came, as you were waiting for him with his family. He sneaked up behind you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, making you jump from the scare.

“Mase oh my God!” you laughed however, happy to be in his arms after all those days, even if he almost gave you a heart attack.

“Don’t you dare act surprised now!” he giggled, brushing his nose on the skin of your neck and inhaling your perfume that he missed so much, “I’m the one who should be surprised, why didn’t you tell me you were coming??” he almost whined, leaning his chin on the top of your head, eyes closed as he kept his arms firmly around your body while he relished in the feeling of being close to you once again.

“Because if she told you, it wouldn’t have been a surprise then, genius!” Lewis chided, sticking his tongue out at his little brother.

“Always the funny one you are…” he playfully rolled his eyes at him, “Hey where’s Summer??”

“Boo uncle Macey!!!” she jumped at his side, clinging to his right leg in an attempt to scare him.

“I saw you! You didn’t scare me missy!” Mason laughed, removing himself from you and giving his full attention to the little girl.

“That’s not true! You’re veeery scared!” She shook her head while her uncle took her in his arms, her little ponytails dancing in the air, “Very very scared!”

“Am I??”

“Yes you are!” you turned around to give support to the poor girl in Mason’s hold, “You jumped out of your skin! You can’t tell me otherwise!”

“Hey whose side are you on???” Mason whined, making puppy eyes at you.

“Summer’s of course!” you winked at him, before you high fived his niece, “Us girls gotta stick together!”

“Oh I see how it is!” Mason pouted, before he tickled the both of you, laughing uncontrollably, “You teamed up against me during the game, I saw you two from the pitch!”

The bickering went on under the stare of his family, all of them looking at you with their eyes full of love and their wide smiles; and just as if you felt their stares on you, you both turned around and resumed talking with them. You started from congratulating him on the goal, and went on talking about football and how the camp was this time, all of this while you went to your cars.

After you said your goodbyes to his family you walked to car, with Mason holding tightly on your hand, almost as if he was afraid you would vanish in the air if he let go.

“Give me the keys babe.” he asked while you were helping him putting his bags in the hood of your car.

“I thought I was driving?” you told him dumbfounded, closing the hood of the car before you reached for your car keys in your purse.

“I’m not letting you drive this late at night,” he tutted, his hand opened wide and waiting for the keys in front of you, “especially not with this traffic. Keys now.”

“Okay okay!” you playfully rolled your eyes at him, secretly loving how careful he always was with you, “Here are your keys Mr Goalscorer. Happy now?”

“Yes,” he smiled softly as he closed the space between the two of you, “but I’d be way happier if you’d give me a kiss. You still didn’t give me one.”

“Well I didn’t think it was appropriate to smooch your face in front of your family, Mase…”

“Since when do you care??” he frowned, his voice turning to that cute, whiny tone he always used with you, knowing full well you couldn’t resist it.

“I always care.” you sassed him, “But I just saw you score the hottest goal ever… so, you get why I didn’t think it was appropriate?”

“I think I do…” his signature smirk appeared on his face, before he lowered his face and pressed his lips to yours, “Let’s go home yeah?”

“I thought you’d never ask…”

“Do you wanna order some take out on our way home?” Mason asked while he was reversing and driving out of the Red Parking, his free hand going instinctively on your right thigh.

“I don’t really feel like cooking right now so…” you said as you leaned your head against the headrest, turning to your right to look at your boyfriend, “Why not?”

“What are you in the mood for?” he looked in both directions as he made his way out of the car park, while the answer to his question appeared right in front of your eyes.

“I’d really like some Wagamama you know?” you jumped in your seat at the sight, pointing with your finger at the restaurant.

“You really can’t resist it, can you??” he chuckled at your enthusiasm, “Here, take my phone and order what you want, in that way we won’t have to wait too long for it to be delivered once we’re home…” he added, giving you his phone to do so.

“Fine,” you happily grinned at him, searching in the menu for the best option, “uhm what do I order for you??”

“I trust you with that decision,” he told you as his eyes were glued on the road in front of him, “just, nothing too spicy please… I’d like something more on the sweet side tonight…”

“Okay, nothing too spicy…” you spoke while you scrolled on his phone until you found the perfect dish for him, “I’ve got it! I’m done!”

“Good job babe,” he squeezed your thigh softly, “I can’t wait to be home now…”

“Yeah me too,” you sighed, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand, “I just want to eat our food on our sofa, in front of the tv and share all the cuddles in the world… you know, make up for lost time…”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking about,” he said, “I missed you while I was away…” he raised your now intertwined hands and kissed each and every one of your knuckles.

“I missed you too Mase…” you tightened the hold on his hand while he kissed it, carefully turning around and placing a lingering kiss on his jaw.

“Babe the food has arrived!” Mason called you from downstairs as soon as he closed the front door.

“I’m down in a minute!”

“Hurry up or it’s gonna get cold!” he warned as he carefully put the food on the coffee table, right in front of the sofa.

“Oh my God I could smell it from upstairs, I’m so hungry!” you hummed as soon as you sat down next to him, smelling the food from up close this time.

“You weren’t joking when you said you were gonna wear your pjs!” Mason laughed as he looked at you.

“Can you blame me? I want to be as comfortable as possible!” you explained, “Plus, in that way you can carry me to bed if I fall asleep, and I won’t have to wake up to change my clothes.”

“Just make sure you’re not cold babe,” he joked as he admired the smooth skin that was left uncovered by your silky pjs, “I don’t want your icy feet on me tonight…”

“I’ve got you to keep me warm,” you winked at him before you took your food from the table and leaned your back against the soft cushions, throwing your naked legs on his lap and earning a playful glare from him, “we still have to share all the cuddles in the world remember??”

“How can I forget?” he softly smiled, glad he was back home with you.

In between laughter and chats about the highlights of the game you were watching on tv, you quickly finished your food, just as quickly as you found yourself cuddled up, snug and cozy against Mason’s chest.

“I missed you so much Mason…” you murmured, leaning your head on his shoulder and closing even more the space between the two of you by placing your lips on the soft skin of his neck.

“Is that so?” he smirked before he placed his lips on your forehead, “Because you didn’t mention it to me when I called you, not even once…”

“I didn’t want to be a distraction…” you whined, gently biting on his skin and making him hiss, “You had to keep your mind on football, I didn’t want to be in the way!”

“You’d never be a distraction baby…” he whispered against your temple, pressing a loving kiss to it, “Well, not an unpleasant one…”

“That’s a bit of a contradiction, Mase…”

“Come here…” he instructed as the hand that was caressing your back moved to your hip. He helped you sit in his lap, well he helped you straddling him as your thighs were on both sides of his hips, his hands on them and yours on his face, caressing his beard while you waited for him to talk, “You make me feel good, you bring my feet back on the ground, and if this means I’ll get distracted then so be it… but you’re so much more than just a distraction, you’re my motivation, you’re what keeps me going… and I love you so much for this.”

“I love you too…” you whispered, almost out of breath upon hearing his sweet words.

“I mean every word I said babe,” he looked at you, deep into your eyes, while his thumbs went under the top of your pjs, touching the smooth skin of your tummy that was hidden from it, “you pushed me to do my best, to be confident again, and today I even got to score a goal! It was all thanks to you and the trust you have in me…”

“No chance,” you shushed him with your finger, “you scored because you’re talented Mase, not because of me, I didn’t do anything… it was all on you Mr Goalscorer…” you teased him once again with the nickname.

“You were there, and that’s everything that counts for me…” his voice dropped as his stare was burning into your eyes.

You could feel your faces gravitating towards each other’s, your breathing getting shorter by the minute, your lips grazing until they collided.

What started off as a loving, gentle kiss, turned into a heated one in the blink of an eye; Mason’s hands were cupping your face as he deepened the kiss; your tongues were fighting for dominance as if you were trying to battle on who missed the other more through a kiss.

Your hands started to move from his chest, up to his neck and in his hair, tugging at the short strands as if you wanted to keep him as close as possible.

“Take me to bed, Mase…” you breathed in his ear, hearing him groan back at your request.

“You wanna go to sleep?” he smirked, moving his hands from your waist to your butt and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now, honestly.” you bit your lip as the feeling of him getting hard under you was more than enough to keep you fully awake.

“And tell me, what’s on your mind then my love?”

“You.” you said, lowering your face towards his once again before you kissed the corner of his lips and rolled your hips down on his to create some sort of friction that you both were now so needy for.

“I love you…” Mason whispered as he held you tightly against his body.

“I love you too…”

“I gotta have you…” the neediness in his voice was more evident with each second that he was holding you; the close contact between your bodies igniting a fire deep within him, one that he couldn’t control any more.

“I’m not stopping you baby…”

“Hold on tight,” he instructed as his hands were now firmly placed under your butt, “I’m gonna take care of you…”

And he did, he carried you to bed while you just enjoyed the warmth that was radiating off his body; he never stopped leaving small kisses on your exposed shoulder, not even while he walked upstairs with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He whispered sweet, loving words into your ear that had you giggling from the happiness you were feeling just from having him home once again.

In between laughter, he gently lowered your body on the bed before he erupted in a fit of giggles once he understood you wouldn’t let him go, not even to get undressed.

“I’m not going anywhere…” he chuckled in your neck, nipping carefully on your skin.

“Good, because I don’t want you to.”

“But you have to let me pleasure you babe…” he said as he pressed his body down on yours, eliciting a moan from you.

“I want to make you feel good Mase…” you whined, raising your hips up to meet the slow rolling of his.

“You will, once I’m done with you…” he growled. His pupils were slowly dilating, he was famished for you, and his hunger was quickly making an appearance.

“Please Mason…”

“Please what?”

“I need you…” you breathed, “Please…”

“Where do you need me?” he whispered against your lips. His hand sneaked its way under your silky shorts, and he groaned when he felt how wet you already were for him, “You want me inside you?”

“Yes… please…” your breathing was getting laboured just from the touch of his fingers, “Oh fuck…” your head rolled back into the pillows as Mason’s eyes couldn’t part from the blissful expression painted on your face while he slipped one, then two fingers inside of you.

“I missed this baby,” he rasped, clearly getting more aroused by watching you, “I missed seeing you like this, all mine.”

“Fuck Mase I want more… I need more…” you wrapped your hand around his wrist, the feeling of his fingers inside you doing very little to satiate your need for him.

He stopped his movements, leaving his fingers inside of you while he kissed you fiercely. You bit down on his lower lip, hoping that it would help his resolution crumble, and it did.

He got off the bed but his eyes were still glued to you; his chest was rising and falling harshly, as he was trying to slow his breathing. His hands made quick work of removing his t-shirt, before he kicked off his trousers. He kneeled on the bed once again, unable to keep himself from kissing you any longer.

“You’re so beautiful…” he said in between kisses, “I’m so lucky to have you…” those words were escaping his mouth as he slowly undressed you, starting from your top, and then taking off your shorts.

He stared at you as he sat back on his heels: your naked body, sprawled in front of him, just for his eyes, called him in.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you blushed under his gaze, “Mase?” you chuckled as he didn’t have it in him to answer your question, he was too busy admiring you.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed as you were now kneeling on the bed in front of him, “I missed this… I know it wasn’t that long of a time but still-”

“Kiss me.” you blurted out. You placed your hands on his chest; your fingers caressed the warm skin on his collarbones and they slowly traced their way up his neck and into his hair while he hungrily put his mouth on yours.

Those words were all he needed to snap out of his trance, because as soon as his lips touched yours he was all over you. His hands moved on your body as if they followed a precise path: they gently touched your face, your jaw, and with each stroke of his tongue on yours they went lower, down to your boobs, grazing your ribcage and earning a whimper directly in his mouth.

As he heard the sounds you were making, he sat back on the bed, wrapping his arms around your middle and bringing you to straddle him once again, just with little to no clothes this time.

Mason’s lips never parted from yours, not when he freed his cock from his Calvin’s, not when he lowered your body enough to slip it inside of you.

“Fuck Mase…” you silently moaned as he stretched you out.

“Oh God… you’re so tight baby,” he groaned, with his mouth still on yours, “I don’t know how I am gonna resist you…”

“Don’t…” you moaned, “I want you to fuck me Mason please...”

“Shhh baby,” he smirked, before he had to bit down on his lower lip to suppress a moan after a particularly deep roll of your hips, “I don’t want to rush things… I want to take my time with you…”

You could only moan back at his words, as Mason was making it really hard for you to form a simple word with the movement of his hips under you. His hands were slowly moving you over him, in a teasing rhythm that had you both whimpering in pleasure.

“You don’t know how much I love you…” Mason groaned in your neck while he helped your movements as he squeezed your butt, “Fuck, you feel so good…”

“I love you more…” you murmured in his ear, out of breath from how deep he was inside of you.

You let your hands slide from his hair to his back, right between his shoulder blades as you pushed his chest closer to yours. Your nails grazed his skin, making him hiss as his hips stilled at the sensation.

“Jesus baby,” he rasped, looking into your eyes with his black pools of desire, “you’re making me go crazy, fuck…” his strangled moan came out against the skin of your shoulder, while he was biting down on it.

“Do it again…”

“You want me to bite you?” Mason smirked up at you as you nodded, while his right hand tangled in your hair as he pulled on them; he had your neck on full display for him, a white canva that waited to be painted by his teeth.

His intention was never to hurt you of course, and it showed in the careful way he let your body down on the bed while he now hovered over you.

He was quick in entering you again, his dick twitching inside of you upon seeing the lust painted on your face. This time he wasn’t holding back, he wanted to let go, and for you to let go with him, under him, at his mercy. He knew you loved it like that.

“Am I fucking you good enough now babygirl?” he groaned as he could feel your nails on his skin once again.

“Yes…” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his hips and keeping him as close to you as possible, “you fuck me so good Mase…”

“Say it again.” he whimpered as he pounded into you, chasing both of your highs.

“Oh fuck Mason…” you whined as you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge under Mason’s thrusts.

“I love it when you moan my name baby…”

“I love you,” you said out of breath, your arms wrapping around his neck, your hands in his hair once again, “I love you so much…”

“I love you more…” he said as he stared down at you, “…so much more.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, as he whispered sweet words to you. The image you had in front of your eyes was one you wished you could keep in your mind forever: his eyes were full of lust, eyelids half closed as he was trying to not let go and cum right there and then; his parted, red lips were so inviting you had to resist every urge to kiss them as you were too busy taking him in; the muscles in his neck, in his shoulders, in his chest were contracting and relaxing under the fast rhythm of his hips.

“Like what you see?” he smirked as he took your lower lip between his teeth, igniting an even bigger fire inside of you, “You can’t lie, I can feel you clenching down on me baby…”

“I’m so close Mase, so so close…”

“Me too baby,” he brushed his lips on yours again, teasing you, “I’m right here with you…”

“Oh fuck!” you moaned as you felt his fingers drawing circles on your clit, giving your body the final jolt it needed to fall over the edge.

Your knuckles turned white as you tugged on the sheets at your sides; you missed this, the ecstatic feeling only Mason could provide you with. You missed Mason, and that was no secret.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you baby…” Mason groaned, caressing your face as he let go, finishing inside of you, “fuck… oh fuck I love you…”

After you both came down from your highs, you took a moment to just lay there in your tangle of limbs; the weight of Mason, that was still laying on top of you fully spent after the game and after your reunion, was comforting you, telling you he was back in your arms.

“Am I crushing you?” he asked out of the blue.

“Nothing I can’t handle…” you giggled.

“I think I’m too tired to move…” he confessed with his adorable, sleepy voice.

“Don’t move then…”

“I don’t wanna hurt you…” he said as he slowly removed himself from you, “C’mere now.” he pouted as he pulled you into his chest, already regretting having to separate your naked bodies.

“I’m not going anywhere that’s not close to you Mase…” you whispered in his ear, as you watched his eyes already falling shut after the intense day, “or should I say Mr Goalscorer?”

He chuckled, already half asleep, wrapping his arms tighter around your body, as he hid his face in your neck, where sleep finally found him.

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 3 months

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Undertale characters see S/O break a bone and then S/O basically just does a Far Cry healing animation and doesn’t even care they got hurt.

Undertale Sans - He grabs your arm gently but firmly, with dark eye sockets. "b u d d y ? N e v e r d o t h a t a g a i n." He hated every second of it. What's wrong with you? Go to the hospital like a normal person, you're going to hurt yourself more.

Undertale Papyrus - He faints. First, the shock of seeing your leg on the wrong side triggered him, but you simply putting it back in place like it's nothing? That's too much man. He can take a lot of things, but this is a big no.

Undertale Toriel - .... She was about to heal you, that for sure stopped her dead in her tracks. She's speechless. And immediately turns into Goat Mom mode and starts lecturing you about how dangerous this is and how it could have hurt you even more. Now you sit down this instant and you let her heal you properly.

Undertale Asgore - He lived hundreds of years and still discovers new things. Though, that one is maybe a bit too much. The noise of the bone snapping back into place made him so uncomfortable he suddenly panics his way out of the house, pretending he needed to get groceries or something.

Undertale Undyne - She stares in awe for a few seconds. Then she explodes. "This was AWESOME. Do it AGAIN!!!" She's very excited about this. She's even ready to break your arm if you need it! Come on!

Undertale Alphys - The scientist in her leaves her body. Why even try? You clearly have no idea how to fix a bone. It's so dangerous and you just act like everything is alright now??? How??? You should be screaming in agony???

Undertale Frisk - Well they can do cool things too. Frisk immediately struggles to lick their elbow with all they have.

Undertale Chara - They roll their eyes at you. You think you're in a video game or something? They're not taking you to the hospital when you realize you're dying because of how painful this is. You did that to yourself.

Undertale Mettaton - He gasps, then runs to you with a camera. Can he break one of your bones so you can do it again and put it in his next movie? Please, please, please, pretty please....

Undertale Gaster - He hisses at you, all his goop puffing like an angry cat. This is the worst sound he has ever heard, please never do that again or he's going to blip into another dimension again!

Undertale Grillby - He stays neutral, but his fire body suddenly burns for real, which means you triggered him. And now the bar is on fire, and Sans is on fire, and all the customers are running in circles screaming for their lives. What have you done?

Undertale Muffet - No big deal, it happens all the time with her eight arms too. She doesn't even notice when one is broken with time, as she has seven other functioning ones. You're not special, who cares.

Undertale Burgerpants - Oh look at that. He's dating another weird person. Welp, that's official. He has a type apparently. He wishes he didn't have one. Why can't he date normal people who do things like normal people should?

Undertale Flowey - Did you just pull out the friendliness pellet he threw inside your arm with your teeth? "You can't do that! That's illegal! I just broke that bone, you can't fix it like it's nothing! Cheater!" He's so mad! Stop breaking his fun. He wants to kill you!

Undertale Gerson - He wiggles his eyebrows at you. You know his back is hurting as well, right? You know. A little trick like that could help like hell. Come on. Don't be shy.

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creepyyanderegirl · 3 months

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Yandere Hannibal Lecter Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Hugging,cuddling,caressing,kissing,holding,hair playing, hand holding,arm over shoulder

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tries not to keep secrets from you

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Yelling,starving,force feeding,spanking,isolation, ties you up,holding

D-Desire (How long until they take you)

1 month

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Dominant

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Anything and Everything

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

Angry moments,dinner time,jealous moments, his punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

10/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)

Very easily. Eats anyone who looks at you

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

He's very brutal and painful. Cooks them for dinner for you two

L=Language (What is their love language)

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)

He can't be manipulated

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

9/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)

Dear,my dear,my sweet,love,my love,good girl,baby girl,princess, hunny,darling,sweetheart

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

He acts like he is okay but is broken

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

None

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

8/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Manipulative,Possessive, Obsessive, stalker,insane,Isolating

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

He's a cannibal

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

Holds you in place

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

Ties you up,force feeding, holding

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

Nothing really

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

6/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Holds you in his arms

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere boy #yandere hannibal lecter #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal x reader #hannibal x you #mads mikkelsen

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yanderemcu · 3 months

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Yandere Bucky Barnes Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Cuddling,hand holding, kissing,hugging, hair playing,arm over shoulder

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Hes not that open with most people but with you he told you everything once you fully love him back

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Spanking,holding you with his metal arm,silent treatment

D-Desire (How long until they take you)

8 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Same level as you

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married and have a cat

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Old stuff,CDS,clothes,sweets,blankets,flowers,stuff animals

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His angry moments, his nightmares,his punishments, when he's Winter Solider

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

9/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)

Very easily. Glares at anyone near you besides Steve

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Uses his metal arm. Becomes the Winter Soldier

L=Language (What is their love language)

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)

Show him affection, be nice to him or comfort him after a nightmare

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)

Doll,doll face,hunny bun,baby,angel face,beautiful, Darling,dove,kitten

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

Stays alone,broken. Doesn't talk to anyone

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

He'd be heartbroken and promise himself that he'd find you again

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

8/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Jealous,Possessive, stalker,Obsessive, clingy,sweet,caring, Overprotective

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

He's a bit old fashioned

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

He'd hate himself and blame himself

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

A little bit. His past,Hydra and Winter Soldier

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

4/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Holds you with his metal arm

#yandere #yandere bucky barnes #yandere marvel #yandere mcu #yandere boy #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #winter soldier #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #marvel #mcu #sebastian stan

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helpimstuckposting · 2 months

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Advice

Song: Advice by Cavetown

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Playlist

A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z

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Eddie wasn’t unfamiliar with bad days. In fact, he’d say he was intimately familiar with them. Biblically, even, since they’d fucked him so often. And usually he was able to adjust, to improvise, to calm down and save any serious outbursts for the privacy of his own bedroom. Or van, depending on how truly awful the day was.

Today, he didn’t make it to his room, or to the van. Instead, he walked right out of his last class of the day and trudged straight to the picnic table in the woods behind the school. He figured he had around twenty minutes to get his anger out before someone tramped along looking to buy weed. He was too wired to sit, so he set his little black lunchbox on the table, and started pacing back and forth to try and relieve some pent up energy.

He was off to a rough start from the second his alarm went off. Or didn’t go off, in the case of that morning. Somehow, the stupid electricity in the trailer had gone out at some point in the middle of the night and reset the clocks, making Eddie an hour late to the start of his day. He’d skipped breakfast, and forgot his smokes in the process which meant that all of his teachers were more unbearable than usual.

Then, he skipped lunch to run across the street and buy a pack from the convenience store to take the edge off, but apparently his dad was in town because the man behind the counter had called him Junior with that face people made when they treated him like shit splattered across their shoes. If Al was in town that meant either he hadn’t bothered to check in on his son, or Wayne was keeping it from him and both options pissed Eddie off.

On top of that, Mrs. Click had lost his essay and then claimed he’d never turned it in which was bullshit because Eddie knew for a fact he’d turned it in on time, he’d stayed up all night writing it. In between classes, someone had graffitied “Satanist Freak” on his locker, which normally wouldn’t bother Eddie at all but then he’d gotten yelled at to clean it up, like anyone would think he wrote it himself. The authority figures in this batshit town were driving him insane.

As if that weren’t fucking enough Tommy goddamn Hagan (who Eddie was pretty sure had written the little love letter on his locker) had deliberately poured his entire water bottle on Eddie’s lap in the middle of class, and then played it off as an accident to the teacher. He’ll probably get detention for ditching after that, but Eddie was fucking exhausted. Why him? Why did everything have to hit the fan all at once? Couldn’t he just have one bad thing happen per day? He’d take one bad thing a day for the rest of his life over all the shit piled on top of him in the last seven hours.

And! Eddie was sure the fact that his father was in town would bite him even harder in the ass until the son a bitch left again. He couldn’t stand the thought of going home to see his smarmy fucking face after the last time he was in town and conned Eddie out of his savings and the contents of his lunchbox. It was fucking ludicrous that the town hated him for his father when Eddie got the worst end of the stick his whole life. At least the other people could avoid him, could walk away or, hell, even call the cops on the bastard if they wanted. Eddie couldn’t ever get away from him. Every time Eddie even looked at a mirror, Al Munson looked back.

He could feel the buzzing adrenaline bubbling up behind his eyes, stabbing its claws into his sinuses. His hands shook as he tugged them through his hair and he could not let this shitty day make him cry. He wasn’t going to let the town win, let his teacher and Tommy win, let Al Munson win. He clenched his stupid shaking hands into fists and dug his nails in as hard as he could, trying to steady his breathing, but it didn’t work. He could feel the build up behind his eyes and all the shitty events of the day clogging his throat like it was strangling him from the inside.

He let out a frustrated yell, grabbing his lunchbox from the table and using all of his energy to chuck it across the little clearing, across the lunch table, and straight into a tree. It smashed against the bark with a rattle, hitting the ground without even breaking the latch. Eddie knew the thing wouldn’t break, though it might have been sporting a few new scratches and a dent. It made him feel a little better, though. Maybe he could understand why someone would do sports. Maybe. Sometimes.

“Damn, you ever try shot put?” a voice called out through the clearing.

Eddie whipped his head around to find the king himself, Steve Harrington sauntering towards the picnic table. Schools out then, he thought, grumbling in his mind like a child. Of course The King would need to stock up, it was a Friday after all.

“With an arm like that, you’d do pretty well,” he added when Eddie didn’t respond.

“I don’t know what the fuck shop put is, but I’m not in the mood, Harrington,” Eddie called back, crossing his arms over his chest and stomping a boot onto the wooden bench next to him. The second he did, he felt like an idiot, like some kind of alpha-male posturing to seem tougher. He put his foot back on the ground.

“It’s shot put, it’s… never mind,” Steve cut himself off. “Anyway… uh.” He looked nervous, rubbing his hands awkwardly before shoving them into the pockets of his pristine blue jeans. It eased some of the tension in Eddie’s shoulders. He wanted to laugh. He made the king nervous, made him look a bit scared, even. It was comical. Wayne would think it was downright hilarious.

“What do you want, Harrington?” Eddie called. The King was still standing by the treeline, a good few yards of space between them.

“Do you have any joints left? Maybe a baggie of flower or something?” he responded. Eddie rolled his eyes. The royal court was predictable, as always.

“Like I said, I’m really not in the mood.”

“I’ll pay extra,” Steve added, shrugging his shoulders. Eddie paused, contemplating the offer. He did need the money, he always needed the money, and he knew Harrington was good for it. Eddie could probably double the price and The King wouldn’t even bat an eye.

He sighed, glancing at his toppled lunch box on the ground. Eddie rolled his eyes, deciding the money was worth more than his peace and quiet. He cracked his neck before trudging over to the black metal box, noticing Steve’s flinch as he did. The boy tried to cover it, Eddie could tell, but he wasn’t quick enough and Eddie couldn’t quite hide his smirk as he snatched the lunchbox up and walked back to the table.

He sat down, placed the container on the rough wooden surface, and gestured to the bench opposite him. The King paused briefly before joining him, sitting down quietly and pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.

“How many joints?” Eddie asked.

“How many you got?”

He glanced into the lunchbox, stomach aching as he shoved the actual lunch aside to open the little metal Altoids tin. He had four joints left, a few less than Harrington’s usual haul, but enough. He gathered them all up, pulling out an empty baggie and wrapping the joins up tight. Eddie held up the baggie for Harrington to take before grabbing another, prepacked with an eighth of flower.

“Eighth or a quarter?” Eddie asked, grabbing a second baggie.

“You got a half?” Harrington asked, squinting a little like he was sheepish to ask the question. Eddie would have found it cute if he wasn’t so annoyed at that moment. He rolled his eyes instead.

“If I had a half, I would have asked, Princess,” he snapped. If Harrington had looked sheepish before, he looked downright contrite now. It made Eddie feel a little bad, but he held his glare without backing down. The world had been shit to him today, he didn’t have to care about hurting The Kings feelings.

“An eighth or a quarter ounce, Harrington?” he asked again.

“Quarter,” he mumbled. Eddie pulled both baggies out, holding them toward Harrington to take. He didn’t. Instead he looked from the baggies to Eddie’s face, eyes contemplating something and Eddie hoped like hell that Steve wouldn’t ask, but like everything else today, the world didn’t listen.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and Eddie’s anger reared its ugly head again.

“I don’t want to talk, Harrington.”

“Are you sure? Because you kind of look like you need it. Are you okay?” he asked again.

“You want a hint?” Eddie snarked, snatching the baggies back. If His Highness wasn’t taking his gold then Eddie could keep it for himself for all he cared. “Are you hungry?” Eddie asked him.

Steve looked confused, his brows scrunching together like he was trying to connect the pieces of conversation that was running away from him.

“I… why?” he asked.

“Because you can eat my fucking shorts, Harrington. I said I don’t want to talk, so take the weed, leave the cash, and leave me the fuck alone,” Eddie spat, tossing the baggies between them on the table.

“I just mean, maybe I can help! Give you some advice or-“

“I know you’re trying to help, it’s very nice of you to pay your loyal subjects some attention but you don’t know anything about me, okay? I don’t need your advice, and I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Eddie gave up, decided this was a failed transaction and he should pack his shit and leave. He made a move to stand, reaching for the baggies on the picnic table, but he was beaten to the punch. Harrington grabbed the baggies out from under his hand, quickly tossing way too many bills on the wooden table. Forget double, Eddie’s pretty sure it was enough for a whole ounce. He stared, dumbfounded, at the cash in front of him and looked back up at Harrington. He was standing now, just a step away from the bench he’d been sitting on a second ago.

Eddie snatched the cash and tried to reign in his expression. He wasn’t really sure what his face was doing, couldn’t tell if he’d schooled it or not, but Harrington wasn’t giving anything away.

“I wasn’t trying to pick a fight, I swear.” He held a hand up, like Eddie was some kind of rabid animal Steve was trying to placate. “I just… I know what it feels like to not have anyone to talk to. So, like… if you need an ear-“

“I don’t ’need an ear’, Harrington, I need you to get out of my face, I need your court jester Tommy to leave me the fuck alone, and clean my locker while he’s at it! I need Mrs. Click to find my fucking essay because I’m already failing her class, and I need people in this godawful town to stop treating me like I’m just a clone of my father!” Eddie yelled. He huffed out a large breath, startled at his own outburst. By the glint in Steve’s eye, it was exactly what he’d been trying to pry out of Eddie. He looked pleased that he’d just been screamed at, and it just pushed all of Eddie’s buttons.

How the fuck did he even do that? They didn’t talk. Steve bought weed from him before his parties, and ignored him in the hallway. That was it. That’s all they ever were. So how the hell did he just get Eddie to tell him what was bothering him? Maybe the town was wrong, and they got the wrong witch when they put Eddie up on a pyre. He felt the sudden urge to yell ‘I saw Goody Harrington with the Devil!’. Somehow, he didn’t think that would make this conversation any better.

Eddie crossed his arms like a petulant child, and he couldn’t help but notice Steve slot his hands onto his hips like some kind of scolding housewife. Everything Harrington was doing made Eddie feel smaller and smaller.

“Just… leave me alone,” Eddie sighed, feeling deflated. “I don’t owe you anything, okay? You’re not my friend, you’re not my mom,” Eddie rolled his eyes and stared pointedly at Steve’s soccer mom stance. A blush bloomed across his cheeks, and Eddie watched as he took the hands off his hips and shoved them back into his pockets. Eddie couldn’t decide if Steve’s jeans were more dad jean or mom jean but he shook the thought from his head before he figured it out.

“Right… well,” Steve sighed, pulling a hand out of his pocket and patting it lightly on his thigh. Eddie had a sudden flash of Steve wearing horn rimmed glasses, saying ‘Welp, I better hit the road’, and Eddie couldn’t figure out when Steve had gone from King to Single Father during the span of their conversation. “Thanks for the… stuff,” Steve said awkwardly. Jesus Christ, Eddie needed to get a hold of himself and quickly. It was ridiculous how endearing he was finding this, and being weirdly attracted to a father figure act was not something he needed to be unpacking right now.

“Thanks for the cash,” Eddie said back, just as awkwardly tossing a salute in and immediately wanting to jump off a cliff. He needed to get out of here. Quickly, he packed up his lunchbox, tossing the cash inside before latching it shut. He turned back toward the direction of the school parking lot and prayed that Steve would let him go without another word. He tried not to dwell on the fact that it felt a lot like tucking his tail between his legs.

“See you next Friday!” Steve called out behind him.

Eddie was halfway back to the trailer before he realized the weight in his chest was significantly lighter than it had been all day. He tallied it up to Steve being in league with the devil. They’d go back to not speaking in the hallways, and he’d forget all about their conversation today, and that was it. Eddie just hoped he’d forget it too, and tried not to think about exactly how many witch’s marks Steve might have that Eddie couldn’t see.

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This was inspired by me being unhinged and thinking of Steddie literally every single time a song came on from my playlist so I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write 26 of them. If anyone wants to try this challenge, go for it! I just thought it would be fun. I linked the playlist above, and I might add or subtract songs to it depending on how I'm feeling

Tagging some people who might be interested or helped me out with picking songs! Thank you for the suggestions (let me know if you want to be added or removed):

@estrellami-1 @weirdandabsurd42 @sirsnacksalot @devondespresso @captncalamity @sluttysteddie @blahblah-hilariousname-blah @cringevalue @thereallifecath

#stranger things fic #songfic #a-z songfic challenge #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #advice by cavetown #hurt/comfort #pre steddie #no upside down au #pre upside down #really this fits wherever you want it to #pre season 4 stranger things #steddie fic #fanfiction #helpimstuckwriting

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rowanoke · 1 year

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One thing about me is that both in video games and real life, I struggle with inventory management. I want to carry everything.

I got a mod for skyrim to multiply the carry weight and it asks on installation what you want the multiplier to be. At first I thought I could maintain a reasonable inventory I just needed a little room, so I chose the lowest setting which I think was 2 or 3 times. I hit that almost immediately and adjusted it up to the next step, which was 10x. That lasted me about one play session and early into the next one I hit the cap again. So I changed it again to the highest setting, 100x, and had to start putting more points into stamina when I leveled up because each level would give me 1000 extra carry weight and it would hold me over for a few levels and I could still get the attributes I needed, but I did stay consistently close to the cap.

In addition to the carry weight multiplier, I also had a mod that adjusted the weight of many items to make them easier to manage. It made things like lockpicks and potion ingredients weightless, dragon bones and scales only weigh 1, and made most misc items and potions either very light or completely weightless. And I was STILL hitting the already ridiculously high cap.

I want to carry E V E R Y T H I N G.

In real life I like clothes with lots of pockets and big pockets. Which unfortunately lends itself to me building a pretty masculine wardrobe. But like, I love me some baggy cargo pants and jackets covered in pockets and hoodies with a single giant pocket on the front. I fucking love pockets. I want a cute femme outfit with lots of pockets.

But no matter how many pockets I have, I will fill them. It is inevitable. I need an infinite fucking inventory pocket dimension because there is not enough room on my body to carry everything I want to keep with me. Let alone things I may need to carry temporarily.

I went to a house party last night and my outfit had 10 pockets, all of which were full. Please allow me to list the contents:

My bigass keychain with 11 keys, 2 dead keyfobs for my non-functional car, a bottle opener that I never use, and 4 loyalty cards. 2 of which are for my current workplace, one from my last workplace in a different state, and one that I found on the ground outside of a bar one night.

My inhaler. It ain't easy being wheezy.

3 vapes. The one I had felt like it was about to die and when I went to buy a new one they had a 2/whatever deal.

My Swiss army knife. I've carried one at (almost) all times since I was like 12.

My bag of rocks, which contains 3 rose quartz and 1 tiger's eye.

My mask

A hairtie

My wireless earbuds

My wallet

My phone

A bottle of Jaegermeister

A bottle of gray goose

A bottle of water

A bottle of Dr. Pepper cream soda

3 prerolled joints

A lighter

A really cute pair of fingerless fishnet gloves that I love but didn't end up wearing bc they weren't a part of my costume

A receipt from work where I stopped to get a drink on the walk over to the party and I kept it bc it had coupons

$10 outside of my wallet because the thing I saw for the party said $10 at the door but I ended up slipping in the side door when some people came out to smoke ��so I put that $10 in the bands' collection bowl before I left

So yeah for most of the party I had some bottle or another in my hands because I just didn't have enough pocket space to carry it. I just kept thinking to myself "you are overencumbered and cannot run" and it pissed me off so bad. Like I wanted to grab some snacks on the way too and I was like ah shit where would I even put them. I need more pockets.

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pieground · 11 months

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Loved You Once

In which MC (You) finally came back from the past, but everything has changed and it is not what Mammon expected.

🪷╎a n g s t

🪷╎v e r y s e l f - i n d u l g e n t w r i t i n g

⚠️╎mentions of pregnancy , takes place in Nightbringer.

Finally, home. At last.

Your eyes brimmed with tears as you stood in the middle of the common room. Without a doubt, this is the right timeline. The huge crack on the wall was hardly unnoticeable, and if you are correct, that was made four years ago when the brothers made a ruckus, and Lucifer had to patch the wall himself. More than anything, you felt your pacts. The familiar warmth and restlessness that comes with it. The tears only fell incessantly when the doors opened with force, revealing a disheveled Mammon, followed by the eldest and then the rest of his brothers.

"MC...!" Mammon, of course, was the first to run and cage you in his embrace, his whole body trembling and his eyes red with tears he's already shed just a few hours ago soon as he woke up. He only pulls away to check on you to see if you're hurt anywhere or if you are completely intact. Upon his unfiltered worry, you giggled, a sound that immediately drowned all of the demons in his head. Feeling a little more reassured, he once again reached out, wanting to bask in your warmth that he lost four years ago without any trace. Just as he was to bury his head into your neck, he heard a strange sound. It is a very subtle and miniscule noise that soon became a ringing noise in his ears.

And then it hit him.

It is a heartbeat. A heartbeat of someone yet to be born.

Slowly, his eyes trailed from the shine of your eyes to your lips and finally to your belly. It's hardly noticeable, but there is a certain roundness. And his ears, that of a demon, cannot be mistaken.

You're pregnant.

Immediately, his arms fell limp into his sides. As if life was sucked out of him. His eyes dragging to a certain sorcerer standing just behind you. Not too close to seem disrespectful but not too far to not hold you. It is as if Solomon is guarding you, not like the usual. He's telling everyone in this room—he's telling him that you are his. Telling him that you chose him and not him. Mammon knew this so damn well. After all, he used to do it too back then when you were his; or at least, he thought so. But now, he lost the one thing he's ever known. Lost the first and only thing he could proudly call his. All this time, he thought you would stay like that forever—that your name will always be followed by his and his will always be followed by yours.

MC and Mammon... it was always like that. Always inseparable. Even you have said it before, 'soulmates'. But now he couldn't even utter a word for it.

So he went and looked at his brothers, his eyes pleading for someone to speak, but it shocked him to see them reflect his face; heartbroken relieved, betrayed... lovesick. He didn't have time to think earlier to wonder why his brothers had not approached you, but now he sees it. They must've noticed this before he did. He was the only fool who went running to you, expecting that everything would be the same as it was before you were taken away from him. The sole fool who believed you love him more than anything in the world. The human, his human who knew him the best more than his brothers will ever do.

Maybe he can steal you away? He'll give you anything—the world if you like. He would love your baby like it's his! You'd never want anything else!

Just one word from you... he just needs a single "yes" and he'll take you away from here. But your hand slowly reached for Solomon's. Even at a time like this, you knew what was in his mind and right now, you're telling him "no".

"You love him." He spoke. It wasn't a question, Mammon knew, just like everyone in this room. But as the fool that he is, he needed to hear it from you.

"I do..." You uttered, and when he stepped back, your hands desperately held into him. He fought hard not to slap your hands away, fought so hard not to cling on them and beg for you. So he did what he could, he gently pried it off him. "Listen Mammon–"

That time, Mammon swallowed all the love he had for you. For the sake of himself and his brothers, who could only witness as his heart break into a thousand tiny shards. Beyond any repair.

"Go back to the Human World. I don't want to see you ever again, " he fell back, "And don't even come near to my brothers."

And that was the last time he ever saw you.

#Loved You Once #Obey Me #obey me nightbringer #om nightbringer #obey me mc #obey me fanfic #obey me mammon #om! nightbringer #om x reader #obey me x reader #mammon x reader #solomon x reader #obey me solomon #fanfic

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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Could you write a nsfw alphabet for Arwen and Tauriel(Separately) with a male s/o please?

Sure thing!!

Links Right here 👇

Arwen

Tauriel

Author’s Note - I’ve also combined this ask with a SFW alphabet request for Castlevania Dracula

Anon asked - “Could you please write a sfw alphabet with Dracula?”

A - Activity?

Honestly, he’ll want to do anything and everything with you. Read, travel, explore. All of it!

B - beauty?

Dracula looks to you as if you hung the moon and sun and stars. You’re GORGEOUS to him and to you, he’s ethereal to look at

C - comfort?

Your comfort is his first priority. There’s not much that a vampire may/may not need, but to you he gives everything

D - dreams?

He dreams of your life together, what you both could add more to it and the legacy you’ve created

E - equal?

It’s a loving, equal relationship that he treasures

F - fight?

It’s very rare you both fight, but if you did, it’s also quick to make up (after much brooding)

G - gratitude?

Dracula is ETERNALLY grateful to have you in his life, a bright spot in the dark

H - honesty?

Honesty is what builds and strengthens your relationship together. It’s essential to him in a world of betrayal

I - inspiration?

You, and your likeness and kind nature are what push him forward

J - jealous?

Goes without saying 😆 even if it’s fellow vampires from the council

K - kiss?

Deep, loving, passionate. Leaves you breathless

L - love?

Dracula said it first to you, and he’s never been happier in his immortal years when you reciprocate

M - marriage?

It’s not the “traditional” human marriage but it’s you two together and that’s all that matters

N - nicknames?

All of the classics! “My love, dear, love of my life”, etc

O - on cloud nine?

Thought he won’t admit it outright, Dracula does daydream of his life with you and what’s next in life

P - pda?

Not too big on it but when it’s just you two? Oh it’s paradise!

Q - quirk?

I don’t see Dracula having a lot of quirks, but if you do, he just adores it all because it’s you

R - romance?

Classic romance. Old school chivalry and wooing

S - support?

He supports you in all that you do, or subjects you are curious about

T - thrill?

Learning new things from the library or traveling adds new experiences

U - understanding?

He values you immensely for how you accepted his nature

V - value?

Everything that is your relationship with Dracula is treated with the utmost sincerity

W - wild card? random fluff

You were surprised one random afternoon with a portrait commission by him. The artist being one of the few humans he trusted

X - xoxo?

Extremely affectionate 🤗 he lives and longs for deep kisses

Y - yearning?

Lord of Shadows and King of Vampires is always full of yearn 💕 for you

Z - zeal?

There’s a lot of ardor and passionate underneath the vampire’s occasional serenity

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creepyyanderegirl · 3 months

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Yandere Hannibal and Will Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Kissing,hugging,cuddling, holding,leaning against you

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Force feeding,ties you up,isolation, violence, spanking

D-Desire (How long until they take you)

2 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Same level as you/Dominant

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)

Be together forever

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Anything and everything

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

Their killings,their punishments,dinner time

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

10/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)

They make the person for dinner that night

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Quick but painful

L=Language (What is their love language)

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)

They can't be manipulated

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

They'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)

Love,sweetheart, darling,cutie,beautiful, sweetie,my love

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

They kill themselves

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

No chance

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

9/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Obsessive,stalker,Possessive, insane,Manipulative, controlling

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

Cannibalism

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

Holds you down

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

Force feeding and ties you up

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

Nothing really

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

4/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

They hold you in the middle of them

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yanderemcu · 3 months

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Yandere Pietro Maximoff Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Carrying you,holding,cuddling,hugging,hair playing,Holding hands, caressing,stroking

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Isolation,silent treatment, teasing,force feeding,starving,ties you up, holding,spanking

D-Desire (How long until they take you)

1 month

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Same level as you

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married. Have kids.

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Clothes,accessories, jewelry, food,sweets,stuff animals, blankets, pillows,flowers

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His punishments and his jealous moments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

9/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)

He picks you up in his arms and speeds away

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Quick and swift

L=Language (What is their love language)

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)

If your sweet to him or show him a bit of affection

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)

Precious,Princess, sweetheart,sweetie,love,my love,babe,baby, beautiful, my flower,my sweet, dear,baby girl,good girl

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

He'd find another girl and pretend their you

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

He'll catch you before you can

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

10/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Caring,Sweet,Obsessive,Possessive, Clingy,Stalker,Overprotective, Delusional,Manipulative

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

Doesn't want to hurt you

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

Dodges all your attacks and tries to impress you with his super speed

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

Force feeding and ties you up

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

Nothing

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

7/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Cuddles you

#Yanderepietromaximoff #yanderequicksilver #yandere mcu #yandere marvel #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver x you #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff #yandere boy #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #marvel #mcu

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louellaby · 8 months

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L E V I A T H A N A L T E R N A T E

A Letter Received

"Will you accept my feelings?"

It has been days since the last part of your plan was executed. You were all giddy and nervous about how everything would go, and now you're even more anxious as the clock kept ticking. You were still at school, in your classroom, as your last lesson just ended. Looking at your stuff as you packed them away, you remembered that thing you did that made you feel anxious.

Three days ago, you confessed to him. To the school's most famous otaku. The one who almost never goes to school and attends online classes instead. He almost never speaks with anyone else other than his brothers. But you fell for his charms years ago, and you finally decided to plan a way to make sure he knows how you feel. You sent him a letter.

"Will you accept my feelings?"

During the planning process, one thought had been eating at your mind. It was the fact that you two already grew apart despite being childhood friends. You almost gave into that distance he was setting, but your feelings for him kept you in place. In the end, you thought that enough was enough and that otaku would finally recognise your presence once more.

"Hey, MC," someone snapped you out of your thoughts by tapping you on your shoulder. It was your friend from your class, holding out a closed envelope towards you. With a deep sigh, they said, "Some guy from the other class just asked me to hand this to you. Although, I'm not sure why he didn't enter the classroom and give it to you himself. Instead, he left in a hurry."

Seeing that envelope sent shivers down your spine, and a heavy feeling started to weigh on your chest. You remembered that gesture. When you were both kids, Leviathan would always send you a letter, instead of facing you, to tell you some bad news he could never say to your face. You didn't realise you were just staring at the envelope until your friend snapped you out of your thoughts again.

"M-MC, are you okay?" They asked with wide eyes and placed their hands on your shoulders after putting the envelope on your desk. "You're warm and trembling! Are you sick?!"

With a hitched breath, you slowly shook your head no, but it didn't convince them. They didn't want to pry anymore, especially not when you looked so serious while opening that white envelope. They sat down on their seat next to yours and just waited, making sure you were alright and that they would be there if something happened to you. Gathering your thoughts, you pushed the bad feelings aside and started reading the letter written for you.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Dear MC,

You know that I used to write you letters whenever there's something I can't say in front of you. But this time, I'm writing to tell you that I want to say something to you in person.

Meet me where it all began.

I'll be waiting.

Yours,

Leviathan

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Could it be? Could it finally be? The heavy feeling in your chest returned, contrasting the energy that filled up your whole body. Startling your friend off their chair, you packed up the rest of your stuff and ran off without saying goodbye to the poor student.

"Meet me where it all began."

You ran and ran as fast as you could to the place where you and Leviathan would always hide out. Whenever the two of you wanted to run away from everything and just be together to enjoy each other's company, you would both go towards a special place in the public park. It was a place that most people didn't know about.

It was the place where the two of you first met. You stumbled upon the place years ago, back when you were only ten years of age, after you had a fight with your parents. You wanted to run away for a while and heard someone else crying when you got to the place.

"If you think no one will accept you, then I will!"

You ran through the bushes, ignoring the barely visible path nearby and not caring about the leaves and twigs getting stuck to your uniform. All of those uncertain feelings swirling in your chest kept you going. They kept your legs moving as fast as they could. You were excited yet terrified. What did you think he would say about your confession?

"My name is MC! What's yours?"

"My name.. is..."

You gasped for air as you tried to catch your breath. You stopped running and placed a hand onto the nearest tree trunk to keep yourself from falling over. You let your eyes search the area, and you found him. There, next to the park's lake, on the soft grass he sat. He had his headphones over his ears, and his back was turned towards you. But as soon as you could breathe normally again, you gathered up the courage to call out his name.

"Levi!"

The moment he heard you through the music he blasted in his ears, he tensed up but turned his head to look at you. Without another second of hesitation, he jumped to his feet and ran towards you, an action that you unconsciously mirrored.

When the two of you were only two feet apart, you looked at each other's eyes and saw the familiarity, the memories you both had together flowed through your eyes as if you were both watching videos of them together. A smile crept upon your face, but just as quickly as it appeared, it went away the moment you saw his face drop.

"M-MC, y-you're here.. I can't believe it.. " he stuttered with a sigh, hanging his head and placing his hand on the back of his neck, "I thought you'd forget about this place since, well, i-it's been a while."

He averted his gaze. He kept looking at everything else but you.

"Y-Yeah," you forced a laugh. You held your right arm with your left hand and gripped your sleeve lightly before continuing to speak. You felt as if it would help you face whatever was coming next. "It's been years since we last... went here together, but that doesn't mean I didn't go by myself."

You saw Leviathan's eyes widen at your response. He bit his lip and sighed deeply once more. He still refused to meet your eyes. "L-Listen, MC... About... A-About your confession..."

"Levi, wait." You stopped him in the beginning of his upcoming speech. You already knew what was coming. You already expected it on the way there, but you didn't turn back. You couldn't. You had hoped it would go your way. You wished he felt the same way you did all these years, and he just couldn't tell you because he was shy. But it wasn't meant to be, and you knew it. After all, not everything is meant to be.

"I'm sorry."

Your eyes widened in shock at his sudden apology. You kept your stare at the grass beneath you, your vision getting blurry with the tears that pooled in your eyes. You gripped onto the tie on your chest while Leviathan was already behind you, leaving the area. He didn't want to say anything more to you. At least not while you looked so upset and broken. He knew you already got his message, but what you didn't notice were the man's own tears running down his cheeks.

He came to that place with one goal, and that was to accept your feelings. But his insecurity got the best of him the moment he saw you and recalled the memories of you looking so happy at school. The memories of him watching you from the shadows and seeing how well you lived your life even without him by your side.

"Hey, MC. Why do you keep hanging out with someone like me? Don't I disgust you?"

"What are you talking about, Levi?! You're my bestest friend in the whole world! How could I ever be disgusted by you?!"

"But I'm just—"

"No! Don't you dare say you're a yucky otaku! You're much, much better than how you see yourself!"

"... th-thank you.. You're my best friend, MC. You're just the best! I really don't—"

"—deserve you..."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me mc #obey me leviathan #obey me au #here's me just looking through devilgram and seeing that one levi card #inspiration went BOOM #im so sorry 😭😭#let's suffer together #leviathan alternate

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