THE ART OF TONGUE!
✫ ˚♡ ⋆。 ❀ — pairings! gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna x fem!reader
✫ ˚♡ ⋆。 ❀ — cw! 3.5k, drabble format, gojo and geto’s is 1.5k alone, 3some(?), squïrting, fingëring, begging, implications of overstimulation, teasing, c**t play, face sitting, spitting, explicit descriptions of oral
✫ ˚♡ ⋆。 ❀ — xoxo, chris! ngl gojo and geto’s has a whole plot point, i don’t know how we got here but here we are cuties ;3
✫ ˚♡ ⋆。 ❀ GOJO & GETOU —IS TWO A CROWD?
It was his idea, but you never thought your boyfriend, Gojo would act on it. Usually, he’s adamant about having you to himself, thanks to his tendency to be selfish.
It’s something you both talked about and he promises that he’ll work on it—but not like this.
“G-Gojo…are you sure about this?” you croak, harshly swallowing down that lump residing in your throat. You catch Gojo’s eyes as he kneels on the floor, leaning over the edge of the bed to bridge the gap between you both.
“Yeah, baby. I said I wanna work on being better and not so selfish anymore. So…here’s Suguru to help me out!”
And here he is, Geto Suguru, your boyfriend’s best friend and most trusted confidant. He’s a nice guy, kind-hearted and kinder on the eyes.
Especially now when he's wearing nothing but those black sweats hanging around his hips. You watch as he drops to his knees to sit beside Gojo.
"Hey, Pretty," he greets, brushing back the thick black strands of his hair from ruining his view of you.
When Gojo said to you a few days ago that he wanted to be more “open and sharing” you thought he meant with food, time, or even his stuff.
Not your pussy.
“Um…so…h-hey, Baby. I just wanna know…how is this gonna help you be less selfish?” your voice rattling by nerves.
“Oh! Welllll, I was thinking to myself, what’s something I’m really protective over, and that “thing” turned into someone. And I realized it was you, I mean, I just love you so much, baby. But I know you said it can be suffocating to have me at your hip. So, I asked Geto to help me out with this and he was happy too!”
“O…okay…but that doesn’t explain—”
“Basically, Gojo wants to start breaking his selfish habits by sharing…well, you,” Geto summed up, earning a giddy grin from Gojo.
“Yeah! So don’t be shy, Angel. We’re gonna be extra kind with you. I think you’ll like it too,” Gojo purrs as his hand trails along the supple flesh of your trembling thigh.
“So, go on 'nd spread your legs, Baby."
A devastating heat swells beneath your cheeks as your legs expose your cunt to the men before you. It’s embarrassing really, to have your sex life and Gojo’s habits blur in an instant. The only silver lining comes in the form of his best friend, the very man whose onyx eyes marvel at your puffy lips.
“Sooo…whatcha think Suru’? Isn’t she just so pretty?!” Gojo smiles as he rests his hand on Geto’s shoulder.
The tips of Geto’s fingers brush past your folds, delicately prying the delicate sheets apart.
“She is! ‘nd she’s so fucking wet already…”Geto trails off as his eyes dart to your own. The flat of his tongue drags along his pink lips entices Geto's appetite, giving birth to that swirling pit sparking at his core.
His hands break away from its polite fold over his thighs to swarm you, a palm slipping along the underside of your thigh. Yet, the pads ghost the fragile scene, using hesitancy as his means of restraint.
He glazes his sights up your body. The silk robe's barely doing its job of hiding you away, your tits are just threatenig to spill out from behind the purple fabric.
He finally falls onto your face; obsidian hues studying every curve of your pretty features. But it's your eyes that draws him in, those dewy eyes batting
“Can I...touch you, Baby?” He finally gets out, biting back any more words that threaten his shattering composure.
"Mhm...it's fine," you nod, watching as a smile curls across Geto's lips.
"Thank you." The final words roll off his tongue before inching closer to your heat, the swarming warmth of his breath fanning over your bare cunt.
“Aww, she’s so cute,” He coos at your pussy. All he allows to delve into you is a gentle touch, the pad of his thumb sketching along your splayed pussy.
He can't get over it, how he's gotten so lucky to experience your pretty pussy like this. You're soft to the touch, so warm that he can feel all his woes melting away the second he slips past your sticky folds. And fuck, you're so sticky that he isn't holding back from enjoying the cute chimes of his thumb drifting about you, tracing right back to your clit.
Geto's far too close now, so close that his lips brush past your own puffy mounds, planting a fluttering trail that brings him to your quivering bud.
“Let me know if you don’t like something, ‘kay Baby,” He assures with a hand set to knead the underside of your thigh.
“Oh, and Satoru?” Geto donning a sly smirk as he pays Gojo one final glare.
“Yeah?”
“You won’t be mad if I…accidentally make her cum…will you?”
Gojo rolls his eyes, “Tsk, whatever. But you might wanna tie your hair back… it's gonna get a little messy.”
“Don’t need to, I think it adds to the ambiance.”
Geto’s smirk fades as his tongue mellows against your clit, sending bubbly spools of spit to wade down your folds. He’s quick to twirl that slicked muscle around, cursing your glistening pearl with twitches.
He digs that much deeper, forcing your perky bud to bear the languid drag of his tongue. Just like that, he’s got your clit under his control, pulling away to watch your clit perk up.
“Oh,” Geto hums, “You taste so good on my tongue, Pretty…”
He’s just so gentle when he’s taken back down, his tongue lulling along the throbbing trench of your folds. His artful strokes pits him before the tight pout of your hole, gummy gasps clinging to the flat of Geto’s touch, And who is he to deny you? He’s made a promise to treat you kindly and that’s exactly what he plans to do when he dips the tip of his tongue against your entrance.
“Haah, ohmygod Geto—”
“Suguru, baby, don’t be so formal,” Geto grins, his sights flickering between you and your cunt. “Feels good, right? I know it does, but ‘m not done with you.”
Your teary eyes fall onto Gojo. He’s soothing you with a hand on your thigh, his slender digits brushing along your flushed skin. How could he stand for this? Was he really okay with you being split apart and exposed like this, watching his best friend make a mess out of you?
Until those tears ripple down your cheek and you get a clear view of Gojo. Him and the broad chest he's parading around just like his best friend. Him and those taut muscles rippling benenth his porcelain skin—him clenching down on his jaw.
Pity stains the forefront of your mind. Poor baby, Gojo's trying so hard to stay calm. But you know his antics by now. When he's wearing furrowed brows, clenching his jaw, and holding in each breath just a second longer than normal...he was getting antsy. it didn't help that he had an unfiltered lens to watch how Geto’s tongue dances about your pussy without care.
Maybe all he needs is a little...encouragement,
“Fuck! 'Toru, please?” you whimper out, pushing out a pout you know he won't ignore, “ I want you too!”
“Me?” Gojo dumbly asks as he points to himself. "You really miss me already, Angel?”
"Mhm," you nod feverishly, "Please?"
Eagerly, Gojo taps Geto’s shoulder, “Well you heard my lady, Suguru. She wants—”
“I see why you’re selfish, she tastes so sweet. And ‘m liking having her clit in my mouth. Why don’t we…take her on at the same time?”
“That’s fine with me,” Gojo shrugs. He pays you a glance, his soft crystalline hues scanning your face.
“How’s that sound, Angel? You just gotta spread your legs a liiiitle more…”
You follow along with Gojo’s words, your legs drifting apart until Gojo’s able to slot his head right beside Geto.
“Wow, you’ve made a real mess of her! Gojo marvels, his thumb pulling back the puffy lip of your pussy.
Geto pulls back, his hand cupping the underside of your thigh. “No, that’s all her, Satoru. Guess she likes me too,”
“‘Course she does…but let me get her to myself first,” Gojo mumbles out before he smothers himself in your bliss.
Gojo greets your pussy with a kiss, his lips peppering pecks all over the puffy hood. Geto’s nice and all, but Gojo knows exactly what you need. He knows that you like those soft kisses, that trails right down to your slit and back up to your clit.
He knows how wet that gets you too, but he wants you dripping for him, call it his homecoming from being away from your pussy. So he’s preparing himself by tugging back the hood of your clit, compelling the poor bud to the battering flicks his tongue rains down.
But he’s so caught up in the spry heat sinking into his senses, that he’s forgetting the reason behind such dramatics. Why he’s so caught up that he didn’t even notice himself delving that much deeper into you, his chin dressed in a veil of your slick.
Your hips pick up against his mouth when it’s too much for you to take, sporadically bucking along Gojo’s working tongue. And he lets you have your way too, it’s what he loves about eating your cute little cunt. He loves watching you crack beneath a few teasing flicks, just for his tongue to sink past your folds and dwell in your sweet elixir.
“She just keeps on getting wetter,” Geto groans as he keeps a watchful eye on Gojo, “But…what happens if we suck on her clit?”
“Hmmm..let’s find out.” Gojo hints.
Geto’s words don’t get the chance to simmer in your mind, not when the two men are two steps ahead of you when they press their blush-ridden cheeks flush against each other. Thankfully, they didn’t need you to think—they just need you to cum.
The puffy pout of their lips quickly settles over your clit, toiling with ushering your swollen bead into their care. But you’re split between then again, your poor pearl bearing the suckling flux of their greed. Gojo’s so gentle, using pools of his spit to spill around your bundle of nerves. It’s messy, the loud squelches of Gojo’s lips strumming at the swell of your clit.
But Geto’s the real tease. He’s so endowed in you that his head bobs along with his worked jaw. He enlists in the aid of his tongue too, the stiffened tip relentlessly scrolling over the bud of the throbbing button.
All their efforts only pull that shivering heat to overwhelm your core, your pussy spitefully ruining their bare chest in your spewing essence.
“Oh…fuck!” you sob, your back arching off the bed.
The two men pull away from you, gawking at the glossy fixture made between your legs—your swollen clit, puffy folds, and the timid current of your honey trailing from your entrance.
“Aw no, I was having fun. Did you cum already, Angel?” Gojo pouts as he nuzzles his cheek into your inner thigh.
“N-No,” you shudder, “That was just…a-a lot fr’ me.”
“Good…”Geto chuckles, turning to Gojo.
A proposal pops into Gojo’s mind. It’s a selfish one—riddled with the same nasty habit he’s trying to break. And one day, he’ll finally get it…one day.
“Hey, Suru…wanna do it again?”
✫ ˚♡ ⋆。 ❀ NANAMI—SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE!
Time, time, time, that’s all Nanami wants and that’s all he gets when it comes to you.
He loves taking his sweet time with you after he’s rid of the day from his mind and gets the chance to soak up bliss right between your legs. If he could, Nanami would be laid up like this every day, using his tongue to inscribe the sweetest of scriptures into your cute little gem.
So when Nanami does get his wish, he doesn’t want you to do a thing. Not to lift a finger, to raise a hand—why, he doesn’t even want you to move.
He’s got everything, all the details, all the responsibility…all the control in his grasp. He just wants you feel good, his sweet little wife. But you have a way with him, using those cute pleas to break away from the goals he’d set in place for the night.
But not tonight, not while he holds the reigns of fate taut in his palms.
That’s why he’s having you sit on his face while his hands brace your thighs, relying on those strong muscles he’s worked hours for to keep you at bay.
He prays you aren’t mad at him, it’s just that Nanami likes to keep himself close to you. He loves taking you like this, for his every sense to be overwhelmed by you. It isn’t enough to taste you, no, he wants to breathe you in, feel every twitch that claims your cunt, to hear the lewd squelches of your pussy sobbing on his tongue.
And if you remember, tonight he plans on taking his sweet ol’ time with you—which means you’ll have to bear all his antics.
Just like now, you have to accept the way his tongue bats your clit so lazily.
Skimming over your silky folds, taunting your pillowy bud to dance to his song—He can’t help it when you’re just so soft to the touch.
But there does come a time when his tongue gets too sore and he needs a break. When that time does set in, Nanami’s too excited to nuzzle his lips over your clit. He’s trapping those spry nerves between a pucker that’s ready to suckle at your building heat.
And he does just that; encircling his lips to work that pink bulb into a lazy tide. It’s cute to him having a front-row seat to your timely demise. Every flick and twirl he etches into you weaken the pout on your lips and welcomes a spill of babbles to dress the air. It’s all incoherent, but he knows what every single sob means for the welling pit in your tummy.
But with all his teasing, comes a mess that he’s going to have to take responsibility for— his chin dipping into the milky stream of your nectar.
He isn’t one to be wasteful. So when the lewd nectar of his spit and your essence threaten to seep from the corners of his lips, he’s got no choice but to slurp down every drop. And he isn’t one for the dramatics, but each gulp resonates deep within his chest as if he’s found his heavenly oasis at last.
“Ooooh fuck! Ken, don’t tease me so much! I wanna cum already!” you squeal, your lips donning a soft pout.
As a special reward, he gets to hear his sweet girl cry out for that crashing high you so desperately desire. And he’s planning to give it to you, but he just needs to remind you one last thing before he does.
“Don’t curse, Baby. Use your words,” he’s grinning too, almost chuckling at the frustration brewing across your features when he steals a glance at you.
Those pretty doe eyes batting away tears he knows are coming, your plucked brows furrowed, and you lips, oh your lips twisted up into such a frown that…it’s just turning Nanami on more.
“Well…” he utters along your inner thigh, “I’m waiting.”
✫ ˚♡ ⋆。 ❀ TOJI—LOOK MA! NO HANDS!
Toji’s got big hands. Not just any kind of hands—worked hands.
Long, thick digits that wear years of work as rough skin and callouses. But even with some years on his hands, he’s still as lithe as ever. His fingers made work quick of any and every task
But there’s something about his fingers that you love—the girth.
The girth of his fingers can stretch you out just enough for his cock to ruin you, hit your sweet spot with shameful ease, and can trace over your clit without a lick of hesitation. He knows how much you love his fingers, but every now and then, you need a reminder of the skills his tongue carries.
Just like now, he’s pinning you beneath the heat of that reminder by painting your pussy in sloppy kisses.
Sloppy kisses that have to drip down the ridges of his chin and jaw. Sloppy kisses that stain his skin white. Sloppy kisses that can't be contained to the confines of his mouth.
Sloppy kisses that always end with that echoing pop of his lips.
It’s crazy to Toji how wet he’s gotten you from something so simple. He’s barely even started, nowhere near scratching the surface of his plans for you.
But maybe it’s because he’s calling it a kiss, but that's just the farthest thing from the truth. Toji isn't just kissing you, he's drinking you too, using your poor clit like a straw to quench his thirst. his lips don’t just settle over your heat. His lips are hard at work nursing your clit, relishing the frazzling streaks that spark across the flat of his tongue.
And he’s cursing in his mind at how good it feels to have to warm his mouth, how good it feels to play with your poor cunny. But that isn’t enough, his tongue’s waiting to put on a show too.
But that’s in due time.
And through all this, his hands clip to your waist like a belt, the pads of his fingers digging deep into your skin. It’s a little harsh, but it’s for a good cause that he swears by.
Because what’s a better cause than having you cum on his tongue?
And you’re so close that the sheer anticipation wrecks through your body with shivers. But there’s a line that Toji needs to keep you behind—trapping you in a corner with no choice but to beg.
“Fuuuuck, Toji please! Just a finger! I need more—”
It’s so cute to hear you cry out for more, but that’s the greed Toji’s working out of you. And he hears you, he knows you need more, but that’s simply something he can’t act on.
Toji’s head shakes at your plea, denying your pitiful request with ease. But he’s even involving your clit in the reply to you, his lips clinging to the puffy hood. Your poor clit has to follow every feverish tilt Toji takes on, the swelling heat consuming your core.
You can’t take it and he knows it, a fact that he dismisses every time your hips jolt beneath him. You try so hard to run away and he appreciates the little game of cat and mouse to welcome you into the scene, but what kind of a man would he be if he couldn’t contain you beneath a firm grip?
A grip so strong that every buck of your hips gets trapped into the mattress, Toji making little work of your rebellion.
And if he does have to use even an ounce of his strength, he’s simply using it to drag you right back to him and his grimacing mouth.
Toji's wearing a grin when he finally breaks away from your pussy, his eyes darting to meet your own.
“Sorry mama, that’s too easy,” his sights falling back to your glistening folds, “Now, stop moving or else ‘m just gonna edge you all night!”
✫ ˚♡ ⋆。 ❀ SUKUNA—TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN!
There’s a certain standard that Sukuna holds both you and himself to when it comes to eating you out. He has a means to execute these standards, relying on methods that aren’t suitable for everyone.
He loves to push your limits, not because he gets a kick out of seeing you whimper out silly pleas, but because he knows that you’ll exceed his expectations.
That’s why Sukuna starts out so strong, having you lay on your tummy inches from the edge of the bed with your ass in the air. He swears you feel it more, thanks to some research that he never cares to explain.
When he does decide that it’s time to execute his methods, he’s bringing his greedy lips to ghost past your sopping wet pussy, trading up the bedroom’s air for your honeyed fumes. Oh, he loves to see you like this, that well-trained arch leaving nothing hidden from his eye. He can hinge on the succulent contours of your cute pussy, his eyes tracing over the timeless medium of pink and brown hues.
When he gets past all the gawking, he plants those thick digits around your hips and leaves all the work of stretching your folds apart to his thumbs. God, you’re dripping, still dripping from your gasping slit that's glazing over your cunt like a rippling tide. You’re making such a mess out of yourself, one that he can’t wait to clean up.
He loves to focus on that pretty bud of yours by sealing your clit up behind a suckling pout. There’s a bliss that douses Sukuna’s mind when he sucks you like this, having your clit swell in his care. He's driven drunk by in your heat, every last drop that leaves you so soft and plump that moment he breaks away with a wet click of his lips.
“Ryo…c’mom! I-I can’t take anymore! Stop being so mean!” you sob, lithe hands clenching at the bed’s gray duvet for relief.
“Stop all that crying, you’re going to cum…eventually.”
He knows you can hear it, his fingers partaking in the lewd symphony. He didn’t start toying with your sweet spot yet and you’re already ruining the pretty blanket beneath you in nothing but expectation. But you made a certain remark—him being mean? Sukuna being mean to you?
A hiss cuts through his teeth. “Besides…me being mean?”
His eyes fall back to your cunt, hinging on the opal rivulets spill from your gasping hole. The trail each tear takes on leads them to coil around your puffy clit, twinkling in the moonlight as a final hurrah before meeting its splattered demise on the blanket.
If only you knew just how mean it was of you to give him such an image to play back in his head.
“Oh baby, if I’m being so mean…then why are you making such a mess?”
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Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.
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Entry 18
Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent 🌒
Today Enid suggested we head into Jericho for Christmas shopping. I informed her that this was unnecessary for me as I had already finished making my Yuletide gifts before the final month began. She looked a little taken aback but I was quick to clarify that it did not mean I wouldn't join her in town. I donned my jacket and took her hand in my own. She lit up again at once and immediately pulled me out of our dorm.
As we walked through the halls on our way down to the bus she asked me many questions about Yule. I had no qualms in educating her about its history, symbols, and traditions.
'Woah! So it's kind of like an old timey Christmas?' Was her response. I cannot describe the physical pain this caused me. 'Willa, are you okay?' She asked as we boarded the bus.
'Perhaps it would also be prudent to discuss the history of the holiday you celebrate as well.' I said, taking a calming breath as we sat down. I could tell that it would be a long trip to Jericho.
-YourFavoriteFruitBat is now livestreaming-
"What's up guys! YourFavoriteFruitBat here along with my girl GayMerGirl as we head into town! We're going to see how long I can stand in the local churches before I catch fire!"
"You're not seriously doing that are you?"
"Hey chat it looks like we've got a guest appearance by QBB - Queen Bee Barclay!"
"Don't call me that."
"So what are your plans for town today?"
"Well, I guess they now include staying away from the churches."
"Aw, come on Bianca don't be- Wait, chat's going crazy. Hold on. Oh shit! I guess we've also got an impromptu episode of Wenid Watch!"
"So this is still a thing?"
"Yeah, it's become even more popular over the past couple weeks. I remember when Yoko started filming them occasionally as a joke but now everyone is super invested."
"Like, their relationship?"
"Yup! It's the whole 'will they won't they' kind of thing. Except they're finally together now, I think."
"Shh! Quiet you two! This is a rare sighting of the two love bats outside of their nest!"
"-and it was the psychoactive component of the amanita muscaria, or fly agaric, that caused hallucinations, with the most common hallucination being that of flying reindeer."
"Wow! But wait, if people only hallucinated the reindeer flying then how did the Christmas Werewolf win the werewolf games?"
"The… what?"
"The werewolf games! How did the Christmas Werewolf win if the reindeer he ate didn't actually fly?"
"I am unaware of such a tale."
"You not know about the Christmas Werewolf? Ha! Quit joking!"
"This is no jest, cara mia."
"You know, the Christmas Werewolf."
"Mi amor, I am afraid that you repeating it does not give me any greater clarity."
"…You? You really haven't heard the story of the Christmas Werewolf?"
"No. I am woefully ignorant."
"…"
"Please enlighten me."
"Okay! So my dad always told the story just before the twelve days of Christmas began back when my brothers and I were just cubs-"
"Cubs?"
"You know, kid werewolves."
"Ah, I see. Continue."
"The Christmas Werewolf, okay so you know how werewolves remain wolfed out for the twelve days of Christmas right?"
"No..."
"Really? Okay, uh, there's a lot I'm going to need to cover then. Anyway, werewolves who have completed their first full wolf out stay wolfed out during the twelve days of Christmas. That's when we compete in the werewolf games."
"And what happens in these games?"
"Well, we test our strength and stuff, like running and hunting and jumping. There's also alcohol involved but that's mainly for the older werewolves. Anyway, so the story goes that a long time ago on a cold winter's night all the local werewolves gathered together for the werewolf games. Everyone got to play except for one little werewolf. None of the other werewolves would let him join in the games because they said he was too small and weak and could never hope to compete. The little werewolf was very sad but determined to prove them wrong."
"The other werewolves laughed and said they would let him join in the games if he could jump over the wall of a nearby castle. The little werewolf saw how tall the wall was and knew he could not jump it all by himself. He wandered off into the woods and that's when he saw it: Santa's reindeer. The little werewolf got an idea. If the reindeer could fly, maybe he could too if he ate one."
"That took a rather unexpected turn."
"So, he comes up with this whole big plan to catch one of the reindeer. Long story short he succeeds and eats one of the reindeer and goes back to the other werewolves. Anyway, he wins because he can jump super high now and gets crowned the Christmas Werewolf."
"And how did Santa respond to the death of one of his reindeer?"
"Well, I mean, that's why Santa doesn't deliver presents to werewolves. And why we can't enjoy hot chocolate at Christmas. And also why his reindeer wear silver bells, so werewolves never eat his reindeer again."
"That… makes sense."
"I know right? But if the flying reindeer were hallucinations, how did the Christmas werewolf make the jump?"
"I would suppose that with this werewolf being quite clever he found some alternative way to clear that castle wall."
"I guess."
"Enid, if the character of Saint Nicholas refuses to bring gifts to werewolves why have you hung stockings?"
"Oh! Those aren't for Santa! It's for the Christmas werewolf to leave dried venison. It's symbolic of the meat of the flying reindeer."
"Why stockings?"
"Well, you can't wear stockings when you're wolfed out, silly. That's why he puts it in there."
"Of course. And the tree?"
"Werewolf Christmases are mostly spent outside, since almost everyone is wolfed out. So we have two trees that are decorated the same. One inside for the cubs that haven't wolfed out and one outside for everyone else. You can find your family by the tree outside that is decorated like the one inside."
"There appears to be much I do not know about werewolf Christmas."
"I don't know. I think they're mostly the same. I mean, you spend time with family and people you care about, you give gifts, and you compete to see who is the strongest."
"Must one be a werewolf to partake in these games?"
"Uh, technically no but they are very challenging if you aren't."
"What is the prize of winning said games?"
"Well, you get to be the Christmas Werewolf."
"And what does that entail?"
"You get first pick when it comes to meals, everyone has to listen to you, you get bragging rights, and you hunt the Christmas reindeer so you can put venison in everyone's stockings."
"Interesting. Tell me the games again."
"Willa? You're not- you're not thinking of competing are you?"
"Would it be inappropriate for me to?"
"No but, you're not, you're kinda-"
"Yes?"
"You're small."
"Is the story you told me not about the small and clever overcoming brute strength?"
"Yes but Willa- My family is super competitive."
"As am I, querida."
"Willa no."
"I am merely curious, mi loba."
"Well chat? What do you think? Do you think Wednesday Addams has what it takes to compete in the werewolf games?"
"I worry for the werewolves to be honest."
"Bianca's got the spirit! I'm adding a poll down in chat. Chat, do you think Wednesday has a chance? I guess we'll have to wait till after winter break to find out!"
-YourFavoriteFruitBat has ended the livestream-
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Can you make a drabble where the reader asks Arthur for advice? The reader went through a difficult time and she would like to ask Arthur for help. You can do it platonically or romantically, I'd just like a little fluff with angst.
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thank u anon. i am so sorry that i got back this really late, its been a whirlwind of things.
warnings: nun much just fluff and smidge of angst.
Lately you’d been down. Moping around camp and hardly carrying your own weight, so you were having a hard time needless to say.
Barley finishing your chores, your mind was filled with the negativity energy that clouded your judgement. Finding no time to be alone or without your thoughts for even a moment.
Nobody had noticed you and how you carried yourself for the last few days, well, most people in the gang had been out and about the land, hunting — robbing, stealing. Whatever they did outside of camp.
It felt so lonely but crowded at the same time, like you were a ghost in a room full of people.
Your life had been characterized by an overwhelming desire to escape, but a lack of direction harbored you. From your childhood till now, you wanted to leave, find a home. And even around these people who treated you so well, you felt lost. Arthur had tried talking to you, but you quickly ended it, shutting down any opportunity for him to ask if you were okay.
Arthur, had just came back from a hunting trip with the Charles, bringing back 2 deer carcasses.
You were sitting on a flipped over crate, which created something like a seat, which wasn’t to your comfort but you didn’t want to sit on the ground. You needed some kind of break, maybe even someone to confide in.
Arthur was at his tent, moving some stuff around, you looked at him, quickly looking away when his gaze turned back to you. A moment passed by and he kneeled next to you.
“Hey love,” he said, lowering his head to look at you, your gaze was locked to the floor and the blades of grass surrounding. Though it was hot out, the breeze felt nice.
You chose your words, and replied back. “Hi,” you said, barely audible, he had to strain to hear you.
“You doin’ alright there?” He said, still kneeling next you. You looked at him, you nodded, then took it back, shaking your head, tears threatening your eyes. His face contorted into a more worried expression, his hand went to your thigh. “Hey — what’s wrong?” He’d sensed something was up, the way you were hardly talking for the past few days, just finishing up chores. Which you didn’t like to do, but it was your distraction.
“I’ve…” You started, then retired as you could hardly find the words to express what you had been feeling for the longest. You and Arthur were no strangers, you knew him well and he knew you very well, and how he loves you is for eternity. But you could be closed off at times.
“I don’t know Arthur.” You spoke and his eyes looked sad as he looked at you. “I feel so alone, here.”
He brings you closer, taking you into his arms, now sitting on the ground with you in his arms, he slowly brushed your hair away from your face. “Whys that? Is someone making you feel that way?”
You immediately rejected that idea, as it was not true. “No, it’s not that Arthur. I don’t know how to explain it, I feel like I’m just free floating and nobody sees me here, I feel down. And it’s all coming back to me.” You shed a few tears, but you weren’t full fledged sobbing.
He nods, “Understood. Y’know, I see you. Always.” He said calmly, it comforted you like hell. “I’m here for you, come to me.”
“I know, but you’ve been gone for the time being. And I missed you so much.” You admitted.
“I can’t skip my chores or duties here, but if it’s somethin’ like this, I’ll try and stay here for you. You mean s’much to me, if I lost you I’d go mad.” He said stroking your hair. And at once, your problems weren’t gone, but you knew you had a solid rock to lean on. And it was Arthur.
“Yeah. Thank you, Arthur.” You looked up at him, he thumb reaches up to swipe a tear from your cheek, kissing your forehead.
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